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Running from the Daylight (oneshot)

Regulus Black AU

Request: @iluvthe-marauders HI LOVELYYY, HAVENT HAD TUMBLR IN AGESSSSS. Dont know if you remember but i was the one who asked for different harry potter characters and wanted to ask if you'd do a regulus oneshot. where y/n is a halfblood (Remus’ sister) and they run away together?

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: T

Song in Chapter: Running from the Daylight by Concrete Castles

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Now it's do or die, runnin' from the daylight. Have we had enough? What have we become? Nowhere left to hide. Runnin' from the daylight…Runnin' from the daylight

You stood in the mid-morning sun at the farmer’s marker simply enjoying the spring day. Winter had been hard. It was too long and cold with too many losses for your side. Now the promise of a “fresh” spring brought you fresh hope that The Order would somehow have a lot more “wins.”

“Y/n, what do you think of this?”

Your thoughts were interrupted by Sirius’ happy giggling. Turning, you met your best friend’s gaze as he held up what looked like a stuffed cat in a dress. Raising an eyebrow, you shook your head with an annoyed chuckle. It didn’t matter what was going on in the world…Sirius knew how to make you laugh.

“I’ll miss him.”

The thought hit you like a hex to the stomach. You forced a smile so Sirius wouldn’t suspect anything was up. You took a deep breath Sirius occupied himself with bothering Remus. Staring at your older your heart ached a little more.

He will be fine. Sirius will look after him.

It was only a few short hours before your life changed forever. You had made plans to run away with Regulus. The two of you would run away from everything and start a new life. A new life together…just the two of you in some quaint little country cottage where all of the horrors of “the real world” would forever evaporate. It would be just Regulus and yourself, living the life of a happy couple.

Regulus

Your heart smiled thinking about your “secret” boyfriend. For two years, you had been dating Regulus in private. Secret dating was what it had to be. You were a half-blood and that would never be good enough for the Blacks. Walburga would have a massive fit if she found out that her baby boy was dating a half-blood. Never, in any universe, would you be good enough for Regulus (in his parent's eyes.). If they knew about Remus’ “furry little problem” the “you’re not good enough” view would only be magnified.

If they only knew that I saved him. I am the one who put the light back behind his eyes.

You thought with a smile. If it hadn’t been for you Regulus would have put a fork in a toaster. He told you this himself one night after making love. That conversation itself was one that made you want to get Regulus away even more. You wanted to make sure that another cold frown would never pass over his gorgeous face again.

We will be a cute little married couple. We can get a cat and do all of the mundane things that we never thought would happen.

You smiled at the thought. For the first time in your life, you weren’t craving action or adventure. Instead, you were craving the normally boring slow life that your parents had.

When you had brought up the idea of running away, Regulus had been all for it. He was ready to walk away from the Death Eaters and Lord Voledmort. Regulus no longer cared about his family’s name. Being a member of the House of Black no longer had the “ring” to it that it once did. Regulus was, instead, ready to have that normal boring life where the two of you were just people….just people. It wouldn't matter that he was a pure-blood or you were a half-blood. Instead, Regulus would be the husband who would bring in the newspaper in the mornings while you made coffee.

“I wonder what they are doing at the lowly farmer’s market?”

Remus’ voice pulled you from your thoughts. Looking up, you froze seeing Regulus and Walburga across the next aisle.

“Mum probably got word that she can find weird shit to feel her house with. I should take her that cat.”

Sirius added as your eyes met Regulus’. He gave you a slight smile as your hand reached up to touch the emerald necklace that he had given you.

“Forget the cat, Sirius. The woman is bad news.”

Remus added, nervously. He didn’t have any love lost for Walburga. In fact, Remus was banking on the old bitch dying sooner rather than later. After Walburga nearly killed Sirius, Remus had no use for her. Remus was ready to kick in the door to Grimmauld Place and off the lot of the monsters within.

“Reggie is looking good though.”

Sirius commented sadly. The tone in Siruis’ voice told you everything that you already knew. Sirius missed Regulus.

“He will be fine. He’s a smart boy. I’m sure that he will see the things that you saw eventually.”

You commented, hoping to bring Sirius some comfort. You were the one that Sirius told his worries about Regulus too.

“I’m afraid he will end up like the lot of them. I don’t want to see the boy that I know become a monster.”

Those words replayed in your head over and over as you looked at Regulus again. You wished nothing more than to be able to tell Sirius that you were going to save Regulus. It would be you that took him away and Sirius would have nothing to worry about. Maybe in time, you could invite Sirius and Remus to your new home. You could show them that they had nothing to worry about.

“Yes, he does. Sirius, it will be fine. Regulus is a smart boy.”

Sirius sighed and wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Yes, he is. One can only hope that he will see reason. Come on, let's get back to the house and fix that soup.”

The rest of the afternoon and evening passed slowly. At 10 pm you were due to meet Regulus at the train station. The two of you would take the last night train to your predetermined destination. All that you had to do was wait for Sirius and Remus to act like the little old couple and go to bed.

Around 7 pm, Sirius stretched and stood up. He gave you a smile before looking at his lover.

“There is a new movie playing down at the muggle Cinema. How about we go catch a movie? James and Lily are up for it?”

Remus nodded in agreement. He was all up for an evening out. Most nights were busy with order stuff. The thought of “getting out of the house” acting as if things were normal sounded absolutely amazing.

“Great idea. Y/n, are you coming?”

You shook your head.

“As much as I would love to, I have a bit of a headache and want to call it an early night. Tell James and Lily that I love them.”

Remus slowly got up to find his abandoned jumper. Your comment didn’t raise any red flags for him.

“We will. Would you like us to bring you anything home?”

You shook your head before standing up.

“No, I’m fine. Thank you though.”

You went to Remus and wrapped your arms around him. The realization that this would be the last hug that you gave your brother for some time hit hard. Remus seemed a little surprised at first but hugged you back.

“That’s a nice hug. I’m only going to the movies.”

He commented as you went to Sirius and did the same thing. Sirius, meanwhile, hugged you back just as dramatically.

“I know but I made a goal to never let either of you leave without hugging you. Both of you know how crazy the times are and what if something happens and I don’t hug you before you go?”

Remus gave you that comforting older brother expression as Sirius hugged you again.

“Y/n, everything will be okay. I know it doesn’t feel that way now but in time everything will be fine.”

You nodded as Sirius sauntered off to pull on his leather jacket.

“Remus is right, love. It won’t be long until we grill old lord Voldy’s head or shove it on a stick. We will look back on all of this and laugh.”

Sirius and Remus had been gone for half an hour when there was a quiet knock on the door. You stood up and opened it, relieved to see Regulus on the other side.

“Love.”

You said softly before wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Regulus carefully walked the two of you into the house..

“Are dumb and dumber gone?”

You nodded.

“They went to a movie. What are you doing here early? Not that I’m not super happy to see you…I have been thinking about you since this morning.”

Regulus gently shoved you against the door before pressing himself against you. You sighed happily as he tilted your head to the side and began peppering your neck with kisses.

“Have you now? What a coincidence because I have been thinking about you nonstop. Your pretty face is always on my mind. I couldn’t wait to get my arms around you. Seeing you at that market and not being able to get to you…”

You placed a hand on his mouth.

“If your bitchy mother wasn’t there and I wouldn’t have to mop the floor with her face I would have snogged you right there on the spot.”

Regulus chuckled. He had grown used to your “I’m going to snog you in any place that I want” comments.

“She would have died with a heart attack…not that I would be complaining.”

Regulus murmured before glancing over his shoulder. Even though you said that Remus and Sirius were gone, Regulus still felt the need to check. The last thing that he wanted was for either man to catch the two of you snogging by the door. If they walked in and heard everything, it would ruin the plan of running away.

Regulus had worked too hard to have his plan ruined now. Over the past few weeks, he had been securing the two of you a safe life in a little Swiss village far away from the wizarding world both of you knew. Regulus had been in contact with his uncle Alphard Black and discussed an escape plan.

Alphard offered his summer home in Switzerland as a home for the two of you while Regulus (little by little) emptied his Gringotts bank. Regulus wanted to make damn sure that the two of you would never want for anything. Would both of you be gone from England forever? Regulus didn’t know. For now, however, Regulus had to plan as if returning home would never happen.

“Are you ready to go?”

Regulus asked, pulling himself from his thoughts. You nodded and picked up a small bag. Regulus raised an eyebrow.

“One bag?”

You shook your head.

“No, I used an extension charm. I have everything that we could need in here.”

Regulus smirked.

“Why am I not surprised? Are you still wanting to go? I know how close you are to your brother and my brother…”

You pressed your lips to Regulus’ again.

“Of course, I want to go. I left Remus and Sirius a letter. I’m sure they will be upset but in time, they will understand. I want nothing more than to share a life with the man that I love.”

A small smile played at Regulus’ lips as he reached for your coat.

“You always know what to say. Now let's get out of here before we start fucking on the couch.”

You slipped on your coat and picked up the small bag. Looking around the house, you took a moment to be thankful for your friends and family. You had never been much of the praying type but for once you prayed that sooner or later fate would bring all of you back together. Maybe in time, your friends would understand why you were taking this action and would forgive you.

It's the things that we do for love…

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greenbloodvulcan · 1 year

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Same Mistakes (Logan x Reader)

GIF: @asgardswinter

Description: Calming him down during the nightmares

A/N: I’m on my Logan kick and when the obsession is niche enough sometimes you have to write it yourself soooo enjoy.

You always felt it before you heard it. The sudden spastic movements that rocked the bed and had you peering around in the dark half awake and confused. The screams that followed quickly took care of the lethargy and you were scrambling to get out from under the sheets and off the bed. You turned the bedside lamp on and stood at the foot of the bed, your heart falling at the sight of the man you loved; face contorted and covered in a sheen of sweat. You reached out for his leg, shaking him as you called his name, “Logan! You’re ok, it’s me. You're ok.”

It’s always enough to wake him. He sits up quickly, his arm outstretched and raised above his head, the familiar sound of metal breaking skin cutting through the sound of his heavy breaths. His frantic eyes soften when they land on you in the soft yellow light, his arm dropping immediately. He opens his mouth to apologize, but you shoot him a knowing look.

You come around the bed then, lifting yourself up and onto his lap, taking his face in your hands. You hate seeing him like this; hate the defeated look in his eyes and the way you can see the wheels in his mind turning, hating himself for not being able to stop it when you’re inches away from him every night. “Hey,” you whisper, waiting for those hazel eyes to meet yours. “None of that. There is nothing you can do that’s going to turn me away. Nothing.”

“One of these days I’m going to-,” he can’t bring himself to finish the sentence. Your reach for his hand, pulling it into your lap, fingers delicately gliding over the smooth metal. You press a kiss to each of his knuckles before he drops his hand and retracts the claws, both hands coming up your back to pull you into a crushing hug, his chest heaving as he buries his face into your neck. You run your hands through his graying hair, not saying anything just holding him. He pulls away from you after a while, his red rimmed eyes focused on you with an intensity that makes you blush like you haven’t been together for years. “I’ll always choose you,” you tell him firmly, letting your fingers trace the planes of his chest, lingering over the aftermath of bullet holes.

That earns you a chuckle and Logan shakes his head, “Some people can’t help but make the same mistake,” his mouth twists up slightly at the corners and you see the same man you knew all those years ago. “Well then, consider me a fool,” you murmur, rolling off of him and burrowing into his side, doubling down on the previous sentiment. “Every. Single. Time.”

Logan’s breathing has regulated and you take comfort in the steady rhythm of his heart, the warmth radiating from his skin and the kisses he presses into your hair. “I’m here as long as you’ll have me, kid.”

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summerlovingbaby · 1 year

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Socks

Y/N sat on the edge of her bed, holding a needle and thread. A pair of socks in her lap. She squinted and raised the needle and thread to her eye, attempting very poorly to thread it. She finally managed to push the thread through the small hole at the top of the needle, before Draco walked in quickly looking for his watch, and moving quickly as to not be late for work,

His left hand fiddled with his right sleeve. He always tried to button the wrist cuffs on his own, but could never manage it. Furthermore he always forgot something, and burst through the room last minute searching for something. Ties, watches, rings, but never his wedding, jewelry, or a stolen kiss from Y/Ns list.

Y/N would present her lips to him in a heartbeat but Draco prefered to act like he stole one. Grabbing at the side of her faces, his fingertips brushing her cheekbones. He would quickly press his lips to hers, relishing in the feeling for a second. For a second he would admire how they felt. Always smooth, never chapped. Sweet and tasted like honey. After all those years of kissing her you would think that he would have remembered how her lips felt, but he could never remember everything. Kissing her was always overwhelming and when he did it took over his senses.

Draco walked into the room. His head moving side to side, searching empty countertops for his gold watch. It was a gift from his mother. Being one of the last things he ever allowed himself to recieve. Without exception he was always intent on wearing it, for this reason.

“ You left it in the night stand.” Draco nodded and walked to the nightstand. Hands out stretched and reaching for the drawer. The sleeve of his shirt still left open and wide, leaving his forearms open and sleeves flapping open every time he moved. “ Let me help you, sweetheart.” she said.

Draco pulled the watch from the drawer. Gold with a silver face. Hand moving, a couple minutes ahead. Draco thought she did it on purpose, making the watch faster than time itself, to make sure he arrived everywhere on time. Draco never changed it to make it correct. He never cared to.

She took the watch from his palm and brushed her fingers along his wrist and forearm, fighting not to kiss his perfect forehead. Or his perfect cheek that always accepted her lips. Or all over his perfect face that always seemed to want to be close to her.

He leaned in, watching her strap the watch to her wrist. Her hands drifted up to her sleeve, and buttoned the right one. Followed by the left. The tie on her neck was crooked. So she reached for his neck. If was anyone else he would have been nervous, but she always but him at ease. It was impossible for him to be tense around him. His parents abused him when he was a boy, and it made him hesitant to accept affection. Y/N was determined to show him all the loved he missed out on when he was a child. It was impossible for him to fall rigid with her. Her touch so gentle. Calm and nice. Weather it was after a long day and she was dressing his wounds, or rubbing at the tense muscles that would accumulate after a long days work.

Her fingers ajusted his tie and lingered at his neck. Her fingers touched at his collar. Right before they met his skin. Draco lingered on her eyes. Stone cold grey, yet very readable, her face was as well. She waited for him to kiss her goodbye.

“ Thank you my love.” he whispered.

Then his fingers touched the sides of her face. Fingertips running along her sweet skin and pulled her face to his. The feeling overwhelmed him this time. Warm and soft, never chapped and firm. Then he pulled away. She tried to hold on to him, wanting to kiss him for forever and a day if it were possible. And he never wanted to leave. He liked his job, but he liked her more. He wished he could stop time if that meant he could hold her for longer, but he always pulled away.

Even if he wanted to stay with her, it was a reminder of what he had to come back to, what he promised to her the day of there wedding. She smelled like honey. Not that artifical shit, but honey. Like the kind of honey that you would put in tea.

He noticed that she had a lap full of socks and a needle and thread woven though her pajama shorts. His eyes moved from her to the socks and her idle hands then back at her who was looking back at him with gleefull eyes.

“ What are you doing?”

“ There’s a hole in my sock.” she chirped. “ I’m fixing them, I meant to do it last week, but I got busy.”

“ Why don’t you just throw them in the bin?” he asked, shifting his head to the right. He couldn’t help but smile looking at her face and smelling the honey shampoo that radiated of her body.

“ If I threw away my socks every time I got a hole in them, I wouldn’t have any socks.” she stole a kiss from him on the cheek and patted his chest as if she were shooing a fly. “ Now hurry, you’re going to be late for work.”

He left, because she was right. The last thing he wanted was to be late, and to have Harry crawling up his ass for doing so, and Hermoine giving him a face that made him feel ashamed.

On the walk to work it couldn’t help but bother him. Y/N didn’t come from a family of means. Her mother used muggle drugs, and her father ended up in a muggle prision for doing drugs. She ended up running away from her mothers abuse when she was 16.

She had a lot of habits that Draco considered strange, she would hoarde food long after it went bad, and until it gotten so rotten that it made the house smell of mildew. She refused to get rid of anything old, no matter how tattered and torn up it as. Her favorite sleep shirt used to belong to Draco. He wore it so much that the scent was embeded into every thread that made that shirt a shirt. It was a faded, mucas, minty green and it smelled of him. Mint and freshly mowed grass. The sleeves had nearly fallen off from it being tossed around in the washer so much, and he offered to buy her the finest pajamas that he could afford but she never accepted them.

She still had a hard time accepting gifts even on days that she deserved it like holidays and special ocassions. Their annaversy was spent with him insiting that she deserved something nice, Christmas was spent with her face turning red when she saw all the presents he bought her, and she would always end up shocked on her birthday, which she hardly ever awknolged and always forgot. She was confued when Draco remembered it, because she herself didn’t think it was worth it to do so. Last year he got her a delisously frosted cake, the frosting was buttercream and tasted sweet. The cake was savoury and tasted like meal. The cake was delisous, but no doubt expensive, something that she was not worth.

Draco thought about all socks that he threw away, all the holes that he put in them and without putting no more thought to it. Y/N debated on throwing away a blanket with so many holes that it couldn’t be used. Argued with him when he bought her a new shirt, and cried when he insited on 2000 thread count sheets. Draco’s mind went back to her, sometimes he would catch her a night, her fingers rubbing at the satin sheets like she was trying to memorize them, the way they felt before they would get snatched away like everything else was.

How many socks had he thrown away without care? How many times had he not simply patched a shirt, and instead threw it away. How many holes had Y/N patched. She certainly patched a hole in him. Put him back together after the war, helped him to his feet when his mind was so fractured that he struggled to pull himself out of bed. Held his head while he cried into her chest, dampining her shirt after his parents swore that they would never speak to him again for his acts of treason.

She deserved socks without holes, as many socks as she damn pleased. She deserved a life without holes, where she would sleep in comfort and wear a shirt that she didn’t have to constantly repair.

Draco took off work early and walked to the nearest store. He placed a handful of gold coins on the counter and demanded all the socks that 4lbs of gold would afford him. This confused the muggle who happened to be working, who’s mouth fell wide at the amount of wealth that was placed on the counter.

He returned home with more socks then feet on the earth. More socks then Y/N would ever want or need. More socks than she was worth. He walked through the door and heard it slam behind her. He placed his ear to the air and listened for Y.N. He hear her feet pitter on the carpet in the next room and heard the broom scratching at the floor as she swept.

He pulled the finest pair of purple wool socks. They were soft to the touch and felt like a dream. He walked to the lounge, she still swept, not noticing his presnece til he cleared his throat causing her to startle and jump slightly. Then her face settled into relif and held joy.

“ You’re home early.”

“ I had to come home, I couldn’t stop thinking of you.” he spoke, he unhid the socks from his suit jacket. “ I got you a present.” he held the socks to her, and she took them.

As soon as she touched them she tried to push them back into his hands. They felt expensive and rich and the royal purple made them seem like they belonged to some sort of royalty. Draco knew that she would try to push them back so he balled his fist and refused to accept them.

“ These are expensive.” That was true, they were expensive, a fact that he could not deny. “ I can tell.”

“ I never said they weren’t.” he smiled. Her face turned red and he enjoyed how he made her nervos. The way goosebumps trailed up and along her arms, the way her sweet smile turned even sweeter like it was dipped in cream.

“ How much did this cost?”

“ That does not matter.”

“ How much?” she demanded, her sweet voice filled with edge.

“ Don’t worry about it.” he stated.

That meant they were expensive. He wouldn’t tell her the price so that meant that they cost him alot. Socks that she wasn’t worth.

“ Take them back.” she placed her hands on her hips and shifted her weight to one side.The broom fell and landed on the couch.

“ I threw away the reccipt.” he said. He kicked his leg out infront of him, the leather sole on his dress shoe scuffing the wood floor and walked back to the kitchen.

She followed him and stopped when she saw all the bags on the counter. There was at least a dozen of them, most of them overfilled and puffy at the sides, with socks. All kinds of socks, white socks, tube socks, yellow socks, blue ones. Some with shapes and others with stripes.

Her mouth was open and her arms fell to her sides. She was wearing her best clothes, a satin blouse Draco bought Y/N for her birthday and a skirt that Hermonie had let her borrow 12 years ago that she never returned.

“ Draco-”

“ You’re keeping them.”

“ But-”

“ You’re keeping them.”

“ They probably cost so much-”

“ They did.” he spoke. Y/N watched the ball in his throat move every time he spoke to ground her, it grounded her in reality even though Draco had bought her weight in wool and put it on the counter. “ Worth every penny.”

“ I can’t accept it.”

“ You can. You deserve socks without holes.”

Y/N grew aware of how close he was. She could feel the breath on her face, fanning outover her body. His breath smelled of spearmint and honey. She stuttered out a response before he took her hands. Her skin felt smooth and cold against his fingertips.

He bent down and got on his knees, at first he wished he kneeled on a carpet. The wood was hard and Draco wasn’t a man who kneeled often, and it made his knees hurt.

“ No more holes.” he spoke, his voice filled with air.

“ Okay.” her eyes were pinpricked with tears.

“ Say it.”

“ No more holes.” she whispered. She couldn’t seem to look away from his eyes, they entraped her.

“ Like you mean it.”

“ No more holes.” she said. She demanded with harshness and Draco smiled.

He made her say those words into the evening, they fell out of her mouth and tumbled around in the air. They bounced around the house and echoed off the walls until she had no choice but to believe her own words.

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darling-i-read-it · 2 years

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First Steps

Ethan Winters x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: children. Fuck mia agenda i completely erased her

Author’s Note: happy late fathers day my beloved ethan <3 you deserved more <3

Requested; by anon, oh my, hi maya :) how have you been?

i saw that you recs are open and i was wondering if you could write something for ethan winters? i saw him on your masterlist and he's my sweetie pie so i had to ask something for himm :((( also, the winters expansion gave me a full brainrot

(in a re8 were ethan doesn't die, of course) a little something about rose's first steps, or ethan and reader trying to get her to say "mama" or "dada", those little parents plus kid moments because re8 hates happy families. i mean, honestly, you can write whatever you feel like writing, I really love the way you write for him, and if the request does not interest you, you can just ignore it!!!

thank you so much and i wish you a good day/evening/night :)

Summary: the request !

Genre: fluffy

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Ethan Winters was a lost of things. He was a killer, a monster, a threat, a deadly force. And also an amazing dad.

You never wanted kids until you met Ethan and then it just kind of happened. And now you had Rose and Rose was so clearly half Ethan and that just made you love her even more. No matter how exhausting she was, you just had to look in her eyes for more than a second to see the man you loved there and everything was easy.

“Say ma-ma,” you said, looking at Rose as she sat on the floor. She was chubby these days and smiling without teeth. You enunciated each letter as you spoke. “Ma-ma.”

“No, no, no,” Ethan said, walking into the room behind you. He sat down on the ground beside you. He put his hand on your knee to steady himself. It was still scarred from when he had gotten it practically torn off before. There were a couple smooth bumps that you could feel against your sweatpants. “Da-da. Say da-da.” Rose gave you both a blank stare.

She couldn’t say much of anything yet except some excited babbling. She clapped at you, causing both of you to laugh along with her.

“She’ll say mama and you’ll be out of a job,” you told Ethan. He raised his eyebrows.

“Oh so only one parent can exist?”

“Yup. She excommunicates one of us with her first word.”

“What if she doesn’t say mom or dad?” he questioned, holding your thigh tightly to anchor himself.

“She’s an orphan. It’s her own fault. It’s like a Grimm fairytale or something.” He shook his head, gently taking away the key Rose was trying to take a bite out of. She babbled at him, shaking her head.

“She’s a cute one isn’t she,” he said.

“She’s alright. Looks too much like her mom for my taste,” you said, laughing.

“In that case, she’s gorgeous.”

“She’s got my Ethans eyes though. Look at those eyes. Oh! Oh look at those eyes,” you said, voice an octave higher as you teased Rose with a smile. She followed your finger around with her entire head as you pointed at her eyes.

Then she remembered the keys Ethan had and started to grab them.

“No, those are moms,” he said gently.

“No!” she exclaimed. You scoffed, amazed. You looked at Ethan who was too stunned to really say anything. You let out a loud laugh, shaking your head.

“Was that a word?” he asked, amazed.

“Yeah I think so!” You were laughing so hard that you didn’t even have time to rationalize it. “Give her the keys,” you said through laughter. “She deserves em.”

“God she’s just like her mom,” he said, shaking his head.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you questioned, giggling still. He was smiling too, staring at her, trying to decide which of her features was his and which was his wifes.

“She’s as headstrong. Look at that face.”

“Oh her mom didn’t kill goop monsters for a living.”

“A living? I did not get paid for that?”

“Chris should’ve paid you. You were doing his job for him. An honorary member of the BSAA.”

The day Rose took her first steps you were making dinner. You loved your home that Chris had picked out for you and Ethan. It was one of the best parts of the relocation. It was like you were just a normal family. Ethan was with Rose in the living room, playing with some blocks. There was a gentle sound of rain coming from outside which mixed well with the light music you had playing. The soup you were cooking steamed a bit on the stove as you stirred it.

You felt peaceful.

And then you heard a thud which meant Ethan had fallen over trying to stand up.

You turned around quickly in worry but he was already laughing, holding his side.

“What happened?” you asked, not even turning off the stove you were so concerned.

“I was trying to show Rose how to walk but I tripped on the block,” he said, laughing. “I think I cut my hand.”

“Oh your poor hand E,” you said, shaking your head. “You need me to kiss it better?”

“Yes ma’am,” he pleaded, looking up at you from the ground. You leaned over the ground and gave him a kiss on the palm and then kissed his lips. “Thank you. I feel much better.”

Rose was wobbling on her legs where Ethan had left her before he tried to stand. She was leaning against the rocking chair you read her stories on. As you wanted to walk away she made a step towards where Ethan was laying. Neither of you noticed because you were so enamored with each other until she had taken her second step.

“Oh my God,” Ethan said, sitting up.

“She’s doing better than you!” you exclaimed, kneeling down. “Come here baby girl! Come to mama!” Rose did a little quick run and then moved even quicker as she fell into Ethans lap. She had walked all of six steps.

Ethan sat up and scooped her into his arms.

“That was fantastic!” he exclaimed. You gave her a kiss on her forehead, smiling brightly, laughing.

It was a great five seconds until the smoke alarm went off, scarring all three of you. You jumped up.

“The soup!” you exclaimed.

“I guess we’re ordering take out for your first steps little lady. Huh? Huh?” Ethan giggled, smiling like the proud dad he was.

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𝖉𝖊𝖏𝖆 𝖛𝖚 - 𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖜 𝖙𝖐𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖚𝖐.

Inspire by miss o. rodrigos: deja vu.

Warnings: nothing, but let me know!

Word Count: 1.2k+

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So when you gonna tell her

That we did that, too?

She thinks it's special

But it's all reused

That was our place, I found it first

I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you

—

God, I remember is so very clearly being it got deleted. Taryn had posted a photo of you and your new girlfriend in Malibu, where we used to spend a good amount of your offseason at. It helped with me being a freelance writer, so following you after college to Calgary was not hard, as well as to wherever your offseason took you. But I remember seeing the place where we got out ice cream, each time. Never straying from tradition. Does she know? Does she know we made out in your convertable near that ice cream shop, that had a beach right underneath? Your sibilings and your parents know, we had brought them there many a times. Then I saw another photo of the coffee shop, we frequented. It was Brady that posted a short video, scanning you guys. She must feel pretty special huh? That you supposedly know where all the 'cool' spots are? Like it wasn't me who didn't scour the internet and talked to some locals about places to visit and try. I was the one matthew, not you. So I hope she isn't fooled.

Then I lurked one day, to her instagram after Taryn posted a photo of your new girlfriend and her. I looked at her most recent of you two in Malibu, and saw the caption that was a direct line from me. Verbatum. You were never good at one liner's, so I hope she doesn't seriously think you are a comedic genius or anything. That would be comical.

—

Do you get déjà vu when she's with you?

—

Do you think about me when you're there with her? Do you get flashbacks of me when you go to the beach? The same coffee shops? Restaurants? That was our home away from home, at one point and I'd be stupid to not believe you don't think about me everytime you go in one of those places. That's exactly what happens to me when I go on with my day. I moved to Malibu when we broke up, because I fell in love with the community. I enjoyed the peace, how people stick to themselves and the beauty of the land. Something we always tried to soak in before venturing up North as the season started. I see you wherever I go, but fortunatly it's getting better and better. I know longer and nervous to go about my day, and have began to forget about those times. Have you? I see you trying to replicate everything we did, I even witnessed it once.

—

Do you call her

Almost say my name?

'Cause let's be honest

We kinda do sound the same

Another writer

I hate to think that I was just your type

—

I saw you two one day before I saw Taryn post anything. You guys were walking into the coffee shop we used to frequent, as I was working on a piece for the L.A Times. I immeditely picked your voice out from the others and my head shot up, as you repeated her name. It sounded almost like mine, and I scoffed. Not only annoyed with your presence, but after a bit of eavesdropping, I found out she was an author. I could taste the vile in my mouth, as tears brimmed my eyes. Did you seriously have a type? Not only our names sound similiar, but we do the exact same thing. I rememeber clearly, not being able to think properly as I stared at my screen. Did you see me? Did you see me as I felt the gears in my head turn? You must of, it was a small place.

Then you two left, and I followed shortly. I could barely breathe as I pictured you two together. Again, scoffing before driving off. It hurt to think that I could simply be discarted and 'replaced' in a matter of months. It was March when we broke up, and I saw you in July after a brutal loss in the playoffs during the Battle of Alberta. I had never wanted Leon Draistl to win so badly, comically.

And I couldn't get over the fact that she was exactly what a hockey player should have at home, bearing your children and running the household. Also, the fact that she was a old family friend made it conveniant for your parents. Cuz, it looked good. It made sense, where you and I did not.

—

I'll bet that she knows Billy Joel

'Cause you played her "Uptown Girl"

You're singing it together

Now I bet you even tell her

How you love her

In between the chorus and the verse

—

We had 'our song' by Billy Joel, is it yours too? I can picture how you two sing it, holding her in your arms. You sing the whole song lowly, in her ears, her blushing cheeks never ceasing. And then I can picture, you whispering I love you during the middle of it. Because I can still hear perfectly in mine. As I fall asleep, I see us in our apartment in Calgary after being trapped during a christmas blizzard. We twirled, dipped and swayed during the early hours of the morning, drunk on champagne and love. It was our first christmas at our shared place, and I can still hear the tone and echo of your voice as we sung the song together. My cheeks never ceased to flush, as we did so. She must think your so cool, with your new music collection that I left because it hurt to much to take. We used to spend hours in downtown calgary paroozing thrift stores and record shops, growing my collection which in turn- is now yours.

I just don't understand how you can go on, doing everything that we used to do. Is it not weird? Do you think I don't know? I have friends in Calgary in too. Who do you think I spent a lot of my time with, when you were away?

—

So when you gonna tell her

That we did that, too?

She thinks it's special

But it's all reused

That was the show we talked about

Played you the song she's singing now when she's with you

—

Does she know? Does she know that she's doing all the things we used to do? I don't blame her, for being oblivious or naive. I blame you, in some sick and twisted way. She must think im a creep or obsessed with you and her. Since, I sometimes view her stories thinking I might get a glimpse of you. No, I just think it's quite weird to be living our life somewhat vicrioulsy through her. Hoping that that could heal your heart or twisted mind? That making similar memories with her, will finally get you to stop thinking about me? Ironically, I laugh at her stories when youre in it. Again, just getting deja vu from the restaurants and coffee shops we visited. I hope she makes you happy, because you once made me happy.

—

Love,

somebody who was too good 4 u.

—

this was BAD, i know. i just wanted to get this out :)

#Matthew tkachuk #Matthew Tkachuk imgagine #Matthew Tkachuk blurb #hockey #nhl #hockey blurb #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #sour hockey imagines

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would u like some baileys good exclam

Fuck yeah I do. Man I sure love substances.

#anon saygb they imgagined unskilled drunk/hungovr tjsi ons foar yu #unskilled answers

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randoofan0m · 10 months

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we should have, like non-canon people, like normal people in movies

idk someone probably said this before but, like imagine.

they should just be there, then die especially if its a murder/action/thiller/whatever. if its a musical they're like, "wtf is everyone singing? hello? manager?"

and people notice him but don't really pay attention because they think he's just Some Guy whos Confused

#idk #imgagine this guy litterly anywhere #like #the walking dead #or newsies or heathers or ferris bullers day off #how fucking funny would that be??

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ponett · 8 months

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imgagining how magnificently horrible a sonic game would be in the source engine

his feet make this noise as he runs

youtube

#anon #ask

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vampcubus · 9 months

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hii ashi ive got a fun little thought for u

imgagine kyojuro, despite how strong he is, can never ride you for more than a few minutes. kyo always tries his best, but his legs always get so shakey and sore everytime by how overwhelming it is, that you have to help him fuck himself on your strap :((

bell u are a godsend i haven't been able to get this idea out of my mind since u sent it and now that i have coherent thoughts...

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, sub!kyojuro, dom!reader, pegging, master kink, overstimulation, long orgasm, not proofread.

Kyojuro's trained to have incredible stamina, but it's like it all goes away and his legs turn to jelly when he's bottoming. He tries so hard to keep going, to keep bouncing on your cock but his legs are shaking and he lets out a frustrated whine. He slows down, looking about ready to cry when his orgasm slips out of his grasp.

"Aw, do you need help, baby?" you purr, watching him struggle with half-lidded eyes, amusement glinting in them. He was so cute it wasn't fair really, his steadily bouncing cock especially, which flops neglected against his belly with each pitiful thrust.

"Please help me. I'm sorry I can't do it myself any longer," he sobs, and you only croon, sitting up so you can adjust him, slipping your hands underneath his ass so you can spread him open and start to bounce him up and down on you. You thrust up into him and the head catches on a spot that makes him squeal, clinging onto you and slurring grateful open-mouthed kisses across your neck and shoulder. "Thank you! ohh thank you, master!"

"S'ok, master's got you. You don't gotta lift a finger. Let me do all the work. It's okay," you pant, a satisfying ache settling in your abdominals as you fuck up into him and press his hips down at the same time. He's all but howling with pleasure, lips sucking marks into the tender flesh of your throat. "There's a good boy."

He moans aloud at your praise, golden eyes rolling back as he loses himself to the pleasant scrape of the toy against his sensitive inner walls. You're practically abusing his prostate, fucking the sense right out of his muscled yet soft body. God he's so handsome, and burly, yet he falls apart and arches for you so prettily.

"Feels so good, m-master. Fffuck! Fuck, I feel so good!" Kyojuro wails, hand shooting to his cock to stroke it. You let him, eager to watch him unravel for you. "I-I'm gonna c-cum soon! Please, please may I cum?"

"Mhm, let it all out baby. Look at me while you cum all over my cock, yeah?" He tears himself away from your neck, teary honey and rose-colored eyes swimming with overwhelmed tears.

You fuck up into him harder at the sight, growling in delight and his hand speeds up on his cock. His dewy lashes flutter, fighting the urge to close. He wants to obey you, to be good for you. The knot in his belly finally snaps and he shouts in alarm as cum spills out of him, painting your stomach with seed as he thrashes and wails.

You bounce his body up and down on you through his orgasm, and he sobs, overstimulated. He stares at you with a desperate look, trembling as he continues to convulse and spurt for longer than he usually would.

"Oh gods! Oh gods! Unhh I-I can't stop cumming. O-oh fuck!" Kyojuro cries helplessly, though his hand keeps milking his own cock, the slippery, frantic movement making an obscene squelching sound.

"Shhh, just let it all out, sweetheart," you comforted, nudging his hand away from his sticky cock to replace it with your own. He flinches when you stroke him with a tight fist, wringing more cum out of him.

"A-ah okay, master. mhhh ahh!" he finally stops erupting, slumping against you with his head on your shoulder, exhausted and twitching like mad. You affectionately thumb at his tip a while longer as he softens in your grasp, before heeding his whimpers of 'no more.' and 'too sensitive.'

#‧₊🦇˚⊹ ashi writes #bell <3 #sub!kyojuro #sub kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #kyoujurou rengoku x reader #dom!reader #dom reader #n/sfw

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lili863 · 1 year

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Hunted (pt 2)

(Part 3 coming)

An: YALL! THIS IS LONG AF. I got a bit carried away and had to make a part 3 Im sorry! It was like 10 pages, and I had to cut it short. Anyway, I hope yall enjoy. Part 3 is coming today or tmr!

Warning: None. Well maybe some mature language.

The young blonde headed slytherin stood there listening your hurried footsteps walk out of the library.

His eyes followed the wisps of your magic floating behind you before they disappeared and left traces in your wake.

He expressed his amusement with a scoff before swiping his hands over his face with a sigh and haunched over the table.

"Fuck..."

Did he he go too far?

Your whimpers rung in his ears, causing the alabaster-skinned male to fist his hands against the table, reprimanding himself for acting so distastefully. His obsession with you was hard enough to suppress every day and now that he had a taste of you, he was helpless.

He had never felt this intensely obsessed with any of the girls he had met before, whether at Hogwarts or through introductions by his parents. It's possible that you were not aware of his feelings until now, and he couldn't help but wonder what your thoughts were on the matter. Did you reciprocate his feelings? Or were you simply being polite and didn’t want to hurt him?

Ominis reminisced the moment when you wrapped your arms around his neck and whispered his name in a sultry voice. How absoulutly sweet you sounded. Your response was promising, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of hope. Although he wasn’t certain if you felt the same way about him, it gave him the courage to pursue his feelings for you by agreeing to this challenge.

A challenge he knew he would win.

In some aspects of his life, Ominis was willing to use any means necessary to obtain what he desired, and you were undoubtedly at the top of that list

His nimble fingers reached up to the button of his cloak before unclasping it throwing it onto the nearby chair. Rolling up his sleeves and adjusting his tie, he knew that finding you would require some effort, even though he was skilled at tracking. He recognized that someone like you should not be underestimated.

The fair skinned male began walking, wand in hand as his boots clacked against the marble floors of the grands hall.

His eyes followed the various traces of magic some of which he recognized. Until his eyes caught the unique signature that was yours. Though it was faint, it stood out to him among everything else he observed.

With a flick of his wand, Ominis effortlessly casted an amplifying spell, creating a trail right to where you were in the castle.

"And there are you are..." the fair skinned male muttered with a smirk.

The complex trail that only he could sense led up the stairs all the way to the top. He deduced that you were probably heading up to the astronomy tower, likely in an attempt to get as far away from him as possible.

Regrettably for you, you wouldn't be able to escape very far. Ominis had no patience to let this game go on for too long. At present, all he desired was to capture you and lock you away with him in the darkest corner of the castle where no one could see you, hear you, or save you.

The possessive though had Ominis pausing in his steps and closing his eyes before rolling his head back with a deep sigh to calm his raging heart beat and control the dark thoughts creeping up in his mind. His wand twirled in his hand before his knuckles clenched around it in an iron-like grip.

He couldnt stop the quick flashes that struck through his mind, imgagining the enticing feel of gripping the smooth flesh of your plump thighs or kissing the delicate skin on your neck.

Or feel the violent racks of your body as he fucked your soaking pussy senseless.

Ominis groaned lowly pinching the bridge of nose in frustration, grateful no one could read his mind. The lewd thoughts struck him every now and then that had him running for the restroom to fix the problem they caused.

And it was all because of you.

Looking back down Ominis fixed his stormy gaze to the trail of your magical essence beforing muttering "Fuck it".

He refused to let you leave him like this any longer.

'Catch me if you can Gaunt'

Your sweet voice was the most tempting invitation Ominis had ever gotten.

And it was one he would gladly accept.

< ---------------------- >

You ushed out of the library quickly feeling breathless and disoriented as if someone had knocked the wind out of you. The memories of your encounter with Ominis kept replaying in your mind like a broken record, making it hard to focus. Thebconstrast of his gentle kisses and jolting bites sent warmth radiating down to your stomach. The way you had almost lost yourself in his embrace had you shyly hide your face behind your dark locks.

Despite your efforts to resist, at that moment, he held all the power over you. And you would be lying if you said you didn’t savor every moment of it.

You quickened your pace to move ahead quickly, noticing a few students lingering in the corners, perhaps studying or socializing one last time before retiring for the night. Your gaze then shifted to the right, where a group of students were chatting softly. However, as some of them turned to look at you, you realized how disheveled you must have appeared.

Not wanting to attract any unnecessary attention you quickly attempted to compose yourself self consciously.

To be frank, this was not how you planned your evening would go at all . You were just surprised Ominis accepted your challenge and agreed to venture out past curfew, knowing the risks involved. This behavior was unlike him, as he usually cautioned against this kind of recklessness.

However, despite your embarrassment and mixed feelings, you couldn't deny a sense of anticipation. Deep down, you were eager to witness Ominis' abilities firsthand, and had offered the challenge recklessly to provoke him without expecting him to accept.

As you ascended the stairs, you reached the portrait of the man who could often be heard playing his guitar throughout the day. However, his melodies did nothing to soothe you as you turned the corner and began to climb another flight of stairs.

" I give you my word'

His alluring promise sent shivers down your spine as you sighed in defeat and rubbed your arms to calm the bothersome bumps.The things this man did to just by uttering those simple words was a wonder. By now you realized that his words weren’t just a challenge, but also carried a hidden promise, one that you had been waiting to hear from him for years.

And Ominis seemed to have made sure you understood the implication very well. As you thought about it, you began to question if it was a good idea to be engaging like this so late in the castle where anything could happen.

Not to mention, with Ominis of all people.

Harmless was the word people often associated him with. But you knew very well that couldn't be farther from truth.

Especially at times, when you found it quite unsettling that Ominis could move around without making a sound despite being blind. His quiet steps and nimble movements were quite impressive and made you feel like a klutz in comparison.

Sebastian had mentioned on several occasions feeling frightened after glimpsing a tall, pale figure lurking in the shadows of the undercroft or elsewhere in the castle, moving with an eerie silence. And now the idea of you being pursued through the dark hallways by this figure in question was stirring up an emotion within you that you didn't experience frequently especially when it came to him.

Fear.

Since fifth year, Ominis Gaunt had been your crush. Initially, you thought it was just a passing phase, and you allowed yourself to entertain the thought for a while, as you battled against Ranrok and his followers. However, to your surprise, your feelings for Ominis did not fade away, and now, after two years, he was all you could think of. You spent time with him, sharing meals, studying together, and even sharing your aspirations, but it only made you fall deeper into the rabbit hole of your infatuation.

Initially, your interactions with Ominis were just brief glances and casual touches. What drew you to him was the way he respected and valued your opinions, and how he genuinely cared for your well-being. You admired his integrity and morals, which he kept intact despite coming from a family that prioritized power, wealth, and cruelty. Gradually, you found yourself constantly wondering if he was taking care of himself, getting enough rest, and was happy. Now, two years later, even Sebastian felt sympathy for you.

You had to quite literally threaten him to keep his mouth shut and not go prattle to Ominis about this.

You had never been able to muster the courage to confess your feelings to Ominis. How could you after building such a close friendship with him for two years? You were ready to take the next step, but was he? What if he didn’t reciprocate your feelings? What if it ruined your friendship forever? These fears had held you back for as long as you could remember, until now.

You raised your shaky hands to touch your sensitive neck, wincing at the spot where he had bitten you. You cautiously looked around, grateful that there weren’t many students around to see what was probably the most visible hickey in the world.

You realized to yourself what you needed the most right now.

A confession. Despite what happened. Otherwise, you can't bring yourself to believe it he had feelings for you. You have always been a bit of a romantic. A little pathetic, really. But you couldn't bring yourself to be together with a man, one whom you grew closer to more than anyone in your life - get away with doing this to you without a confession. A commitment.

Not that you thought Ominis was that kind of guy. But you wanted to wait. You wanted to see if he truly wanted to take this relationship to the next level. Perhaps....this is his chance. And he knows it. He just needed to find you. And tell you. Besides, if Ominis truly rises to this challenge, you weren't going to hold back anymore.

After thinking for a while, you took a deep breath moving quietly up the stairs, being cautious and keeping your senses sharp in case the caretaker were still wandering around. The candles above you flickered across the hall casting a tired and hazy ambience.

Your only plan here was to get away from Ominis as far as you could, reckoning the sightless slytherin would have trouble catching up.

Even if he could track you by mysterious means as stated by Sebastian, surely it would take him time. Perhaps you should stall for the time by reaching the farthest places you could in this castle. Astronomy tower maybe? The fact that Ominis's abilities remained a mystery to you only added to the uncertainty of where you should go.

You couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh at the irony of the situation. If it were a sighted person trying to find you, it would have been an easy game. But here you were at a complete loss over the potential fact that a blind guy could seek you out better than anyone else.

You approached another staircase, feeling the aching burn radiate down your calfs.

“For goodness sake… these stairs are be the death of me,” you muttered under your breath. Soon enough you made your way up the tower and knew you had a few more flights to climb before reaching the top. As you turned the corner, you could hear voices coming from just ahead of you.

"Paxton, thats enough, stop fooling around"!

You screeched to a halt and froze in your spot.

"What? Its not like anyones here, dont be so uptight"

Peeking from the corner you saw your worse fears come true.

Perfects.

"Just loosen up a little"

You furrowed your brow in focus, studying the two prefects before eventually fixing your gaze on the male seventh-year.

Alexander Paxton.

A 7th year slytherin whose mere presence gave you the ick.

That fraud would constantly call you out in public, opting to choose the title the school unofficially bestowed you with after taking down Ranrok in your fifth year, which did nothing but embaress in public.

The shady antics of his contstantly reminded you of rookwood.

There seemed to be no shortage of people like him in the world, and it was disheartening to see more and more of them appear. Despite your victory over Rookwood, individuals like Paxton seemed to diminish the significance of your accomplishment.

Ominis on the other hand loathed him. Rightfully so. And while you tried to be nice to his obvious flattery, Ominis would always find you and drag you away after exchanging some unpleasant words with the boy.

After a while even you couldnt handle it anymore.

The unidentified female prefect sat on the staircase with a look of concern, the location where you had intended to run to, while Paxton stood in front of her.

You frantically scanned the area, searching for an alternative route to avoid going back down the stairs, but your options were limited, and the stairs remained the most efficient path to your destination.

Whipping out his wand, Paxton suddenly casted levioso on the girls glasses, raising it up in the air with a playful grin before the girl jumped up with a gasp.

"Hey"! She yelled

"Paxton, give me my glasses back, this is not funny"!

He chuckled in response and kept stepping away from her as she jumped to grab them. He only continued to raise them higher as you witnessed the scene quietly.

"Oh come on Bailey, you could do better then that"

The girl named Bailey huffed frustrated before giving chase to the boy in an attempt to get her glasses back.

You noticed them stepping out into the hallway to the right until they were fully out of sight.

Now was your chance!

Not wanting to dither, you jumped up from your crouching postion and bolted towards stairs when your sweaty hands suddenly lost grip of your wand.

The wood swiftly slipped out of your hand and fell to the floor with a thud loud enough to echo through the room.

Your steps faltered at you looked back at the wood in trepidation before quickly glancing down the hallway.

"What was that?" Paxton exclaims in the distance.

Shit.

With seconds to spare, you dived for your wand and ran behind the staircase in the corner.

'Damn it! You only had one job, that was your chance '!

You felt bitter disappointment before worry slowly crept in at the sound of the prefects running across the hallway. You fumbled with your wand and cast a disillusionment spell on yourself

You observe the two prefects hurrying to the scene and looking around catiously

"You dont think it could have been a student right"? You hear the girl ask.

The dark haired male glanced around and shook his head rather confidently.

"If it is, I swear I'll catch them and drag their arse straight back to Professor Sharp."

Paxton's insipid voice made your eyes roll so far back into your head you almost fell off balance.

What a tool.

You questioned why up until this point you never once pointed your wand at him and taught him a lesson.

Thanks to the dim lighting, your corner was pretty dark and effectively hid your disillusionement well.

"Shouldn't we look around?"

You became alert and stood up straight, attempting to blend into the wall behind you, upon hearing the girl's suggestion.

Paxton scoffed at the question.

"Bailey, I assure l would know. My abilities have been praised even by Professor Sharp. Nothing can escape my notice. "

Your hands flew to your mouth to suppress a snort at his absurd lies. You knew fully well Sharp despises him, and he wouldn't know it even if Sharp gave him detention to his face 4 times a week. The girl, on the other hand, was pretty naive since she seemed to believe everything he was saying. She nodded at his reassurance and reached for her glasses in his hands.

"Okay, if you could please-"

He cut her response off by dodging her hands to put the glasses on himself. It looked like Paxton hadn't had his fill of being an arse yet. With the glasses on, the dark-haired male began to stumble with a shocked face.

He looked like an idiot, but you didnt have the luxury of telling that to his face right now.

"Bloody hell! How can you see in these?! Are you sure your not blind"?

You frowned at his comment, observing the girl obviously blushing in embarrassment, a tinge of annyance in her face.

"Paxton..please. Just give me back my glasses. I need them" the girl pleaded in defeat.

The male only clicked his tongue in annoyance at her response. "Relax, Bailey. Its not like I am gonna break them. You'd probably be useless without them and we cant have that can we"?

You gaped at the male and his disgraceful behavior. The demure girl only stood there and took it as if she was used to these comments already.

"You'd probably get right along with that Blind sytherin kid"

"You mean Ominis Gaunt"? The girl timidly asked.

Your breath hitched.

Paxton face soured at the mention of his name. "Yeah. That weird kid with the foggy eyes and a sharp tongue" He took off the glasses and toyed with it still not giving it back to her. "Hes quite the annoying git, if I say so myself"

Your face darkened upon hearing his remark. You always found that you had absolutely no tolerance when it came to people's crude jokes and comments about Ominis.

Unlike Ominis you never had the paitence to deal with it without breaking a nose or two, so the struggle to contain yourself was real.

Bailey frowned, seemly uncomfortable.

"He's always trying to hang around Y/N"

Your furrowed eyebrows and listen attentively at the mention of your name.

Paxton's eyes observed the girl from where you stood before a mischievous grin appeared on his face.

"As her boyfirend it just bothers me too much you know"

You let those words sink in for a few seconds before your face fell and your jaw dropped.

Did you hear that right?!

"Y/N is your girlfirend"?! Bailey excliamed as if she couldnt believe it herself.

Paxton grin widened at her reaction, seemly enjoying the attention his statement gave.

"Why yes she is. Though I would appreciate if you could keep it a secret. She's a bit popular in this school so all she wants is to keep things a bit quiet"

You blinked rapidly in shock, wondering if you had temporary amnesia or something, because you couldn’t recall ever having a boyfriend, let alone agreeing to court this incompetent guy.”

Your hand squeezed your wand until your knuckles turned white.

"...She wants to..keep things quiet? Does anyone besides me know? What about her firends Sebastian and Ominis? They were ok with it"? Bailey's vaild question had even you perked up ready for the answer.

But Paxton face darkened at her hesitance to believe him. He stepped forward and flung the glasses back to the girl, which she just barely caught with a yelp.

"Why does that matter" his tone dropped, and suddenly, the tension in the air thickened.

Bailey immediately noticed the change in behavior before instinctively stepping back. "No! No. I just - I said that because I thought-"

"You thought what?" he spat, interrupting the poor girl.

Ominis was right. You should have never given him the time of day. Becauee now the poor boy's having deranged delusions and taking it out in innocent girls like her.

Thats it.

As much as you wanted to finish this game with Ominis, you couldn't hold back anymore. To hell with the detention you would get, it would be well worth it to see this wanker on his knees with begging for mercy.

Before you could step out from the shadows, a third voice suddenly rang throughout the room, stopping you in your tracks.

"That's the most ludicrous lie I've ever heard"

Your heart dropped to stomach. The prefects quickly turned around to face the voice with alarm.

No way....

A tall, pale figure approach the prefects. The suddenness of his appearance seemed to catch both you and the prefects off guard.

A small smirk pulled at the young man's face before his smooth voice pulled you back from the shock "Hello Paxton".

The male prefect scowled at the figure before he slowly approached him.

"Well, well look who it is. Your certainly a sight for a sore eyes Gaunt" .

You felt a panic quickly set in.

'How did he find you'?! 'How was he here'?!

Ominis stood in front of the boy amused, his small smile never reaching his eyes, "Fortunately I can't say the same"

Bailry immediately interjected after a couple of moments. "You shouldn't be here, Gaunt. It's past curefew. I am going to have to take you in to Professor Sharp-"

Suddenly, Paxton finger flew to her face, a gesture that told her to close her mouth with balant disrespect.

"Let me handle this prick," Paxton commaned, still keeping his eyes on the slytherin.

Bailey look of shock quickly dissipated to one of bitterness, which Paxton didn't bother to care for as he stood right in front of your nightmare.

Thr girl quickly turned around and walked away leaving only you three in this hallway.

You couldn't even have the time to sympathise with the young girl with he stood across the room casting a menacing presence.

Ominis Gaunt. The blind boy, really did track you down all the way across the castle in record speed. And you didn't have clue in how he did it as you were overcome with curiosity. If Ominis had truly found you by some means, it meant he was not only an exceptionally skilled wizard but also not as blind as many people believed.

As of this moment, there wasn't much you could do. You couldn't let the Paxton find you here and Ominis..well, you didn't know what he had planned.

For all you know he could be dragged to Professor Sharp right now for staying out past curfew.

"Don't try to act superior, Gaunt. Just remember that your name holds no significance to me." The dark-haired boy spat.

Ominis on the other hand stood right in front of him, a few inches taller then the prefect. His eyesbrows furrowed at Paxton comment with a scoff.

"My name shouldn't even be heard from your mouth, Paxton. You sully it". His biting tone had the prefect's face harden before he stepped in closer as a means to intimidate.

The young Gaunt it seemed would have none of it, though.

" I didn’t expect you to sink any lower, but you’ve managed to surpass my expectations. What makes you think you can claim Y/N as your own? Wake up, Paxton" Ominis emphasized with sudden snap of his fingers making the caught off gaurd prefect flinch.

"I'm afraid your delusions have crossed a boundary which I have not the slightest bit of tolerance for"

Ominis’ biting remarks penetrated through the façade of the prefect’s conceit, leaving him visibly humiliated.

" The only delusional one here is gaunt. Do you really think Y/N would rather go for a useless blind-"

Your body lurched foward violently determined to put the dereanged jerk back in his place when suddenly Ominis wand flew to Paxton's throat quicker than you could blink.

Paxton's body recoiled in response to the sudden movement, and his previously tough expression was quickly replaced with one of fear.

If looks could kill, the young prefect would have been lifeless at this point. The menacing look on Ominis face sent even you taking a step back before a venomous tone seeped out the gaunt's lips.

"Y/N is not yours to speak of, name of, or to even think of"

His head ducked lower to reach the Prefect ears before he continued "And if I ever catch you spreading such atrocious lies again, then I will happily make sure that you and your entire family suffer a fate worse than death. I will ensure that your name is forgotten, your legacy is tarnished, and your very existence is erased from the face of this earth and buried 6 feet deep before her name even escapes your lips again. You've exhausted my paitence, but know that even in this moment, as I endure your insufferable idiocy, this is me being generous. "

Ominis was at this breaking point with the irritating prefect. If he knew you weren't in the room with them at this moment, he wouldn't have hesitated breaking every bone in his body and nail him to the wall for every person to witness in the morning. The darkness within Ominis tempted him to act on his violent impulses, but he managed to reign in his emotions with the shred of self-control that he desperately clung to.

The way Paxton's face dropped was momentous before it morphed to one of horror at the Gaunt's terrifying threat.

"Y-you can't do this?! I- I am a prefect!" The crack in Paxton's stuttering tone caused Ominis to scoff, thoroughly entertained by how easily the facade of bravado and intimidation had crumbled.

'At least the twat got the message' Ominis thought. He was ready to retort to Paxton’s fragile threat, when suddenly the wisps of your magical aura caught his senses, whisking him away from this irritating encounter. The darkness within him immediately replaced by an intense desire to seek you out.

The traces were still fresh after you casted that disillusionement spell.

Ominis didnt even need to amplify it after his senses practically vibrated afterwards, which was actually what led the young Gaunt right to where you were unbeknownst to you.

His sharp gaze darted back and forth and started following the traces across the room. At that moment, all that mattered to him was finding you and getting you out of there.

The harsh words that escaped the young gaunts lips left you still, almost feeling bad for paxton before you caught his sudden distraction from the conversation. His ghostly eyes scanned every inch of the room with a calculating gaze.

'What were his eyes following..'?

You had already noticed this behavior in him before, back in the library. It was peculiar, the way he seemed to focus intently on your surroundings, as if he could discern something that you couldn't. It was obvious that his gaze was purposeful, but you were oblivious at what he was looking at.

Ominis sensed you were close as the little clusters of your magic became bigger and brighter.

Your quivering hands were placed over your chest, and you couldn't determine if it was a feeble effort to mask the sound of your fast-pounding heart or to ease the nervousness growing inside you.

Somehow, his gaze that was getting closer and closer to where you stood in your corner was way too eerie for your liking.

You were hesitant to acknowledge the possibility, considering how improbable it was, but it appeared as though he was actively seeking you out. It was as if he was already aware of your presence.

His piercing eyes finally zeroed in to where you stood with bated breath. And now, in amazment, you found yourself looking directly at the blind slytherin. You audibly gulped with wide eyes before your breathless state compelled you to take a deep breath.

'No...it cant be'..

Ominis tilted his head, catching the faint sounds with his unnaturally sharp hearing. A vicious smirk twisted his lips, sending shivers down your spine.

You let out a sudden gasp, your back pressing against the wall as if trying to melt into it, desperate to silence any other sounds that may give you away. Your stomach churned with fear, and yet, a sickening warmth spread through your body, betraying the inexplicable terror that had taken hold of you."

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks - Ominis had found you. And what’s more, he had managed to do so with a place where even those with normal sight would not have been able to. A rush of fear and desire coursed through your body, causing you to tightly clench your legs together as a pool of heat gathered between them. His gaze was like a searing brand on your skin, making you feel exposed and helpless. And then, with a barely perceptible nod of his head, Ominis confirmed that he knew you could see him.

At that moment, you were nothing more than prey to him, and he was reveling in every moment of it, right in front of a prefect who was completely unaware of what was happening.

Was he being serious? Was he trying to get both you caught?!

Ominis on the other hand could not have been more amused. You were probably shocked and he fought to contain the laugh brewing at the back of his throat. If only

You raised your wand quickly, sending a small, barely noticeable basic cast behind the perfect at one of the many non sentient paintings decorating this hall, causing tumble and shatter on the ground with a subtle noise.

Paxton jolted at the upon hearing the thunderous sound and quickly snapped his head to your right cursing under his breath.

Ominis flinched, momentarily stunned by your audacity.. His eyes found your presence again and shot a glare, slightly shaking his head as a warning to stop. He instantly understood what you were trying to do.

'Clever little witch...."

You, on the other hand, only took that as a cue to continue.

You refused to give Ominis the satisfaction of thinking he had the upper hand.The game was still on. After all he hadn't caught you yet. This wasn't a playful game of hide and seek anymore. You and Ominis both knew that all too well. But what you didn't expect was the level of intensity he was bringing to the hunt. Nevertheless, you were determined to put up a fight and not go down without a struggle.

Ominis sensed your defiance. At this point in the relationship he could read like a book through your actions alone.

As Paxton looked away, distracted by the course of events, Ominis deftly flicked his fingers. In a split second, your wand was ripped out of your hand and grasped by Ominis mid-air before he concealed it behind his back. You stood there, dumbfounded, unsure whether to be impressed or irritated by his impeccable mastery of the Accio charm that had left you defenseless. Ominis held an innocent expression, as if he wasn't the most infuriating mischievous wizard you had ever encountered.

You huffed at your wandless state you glared back at the wizard with determination. Two can play at this game.

With a swift snap of your fingers, you cast a jinx that tripped Paxton, who was still in shock from the events that just unfolded. He let out a startled yelp as he stumbled forward, colliding into Ominis and sending them both crashing to the ground in a heap.

You couldn't help the giggle that erupted from your lips as you seized the chance to escape. Quickly you emerged from your hiding spot in the corner, but your disillusionment charm failed as you made your sudden move, revealing your presence to the two boys still recovering from the fall, shock wriiten all over their faces. Paxton was the first to notice you, but you ignored him, instead turning your attention to Ominis.

"Still haven't caught me yet, Gaunt. You have 20 minutes" you challenge daringly.

Ominis crushed under the weight of Paxton body, raised an eyebrow at your challenge, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"What- Y/N!? Wait, what's going on?! " Paxton exclaimed.

Ominis wasnt going to let you escape like this. Your cleverness caught him off guard but he should have known better than to understimate how quick you can think on your feet sometimes. Ignoring his the prefect on top of him, he reached for his wand with lightning speed, determined to halt your escape.

But his efforts were cut off when Paxton suddenly grabbed his collars, preventing him from casting the spell on time. "What exactly are you two playing at here?!

Damn it.

Upon seeing the scene, you huffed out a laugh and bolted for the stairs leaving a very frustrated Ominis behind.

You just slipped through his fingers, and Ominis couldn't do anything about it. The young gaunts face twitched in irritation before becoming aware of the vicnity between him and Paxton. Ominis gritted his teeth in frustration.

"Get. off. me"

With a hard shove, Ominis didn't wait for his reply and pushed Paxton off as he landed to his right side with grunt.

Ominis quickly got up feeling repulsed and very much pissed at you for causing this little situation.

Paxton rolled over after everything finally sinked in and quickly jumped up, pointing an accusing finger towards the pissed young slytherin.

"That's it. That's fucking it! I am handing you BOTH over to professor Sharp right now-"

"Obliviate".

The tip of Ominis wand glowed brilliantly before fading and falling limply by his side. He couldn't be bothered anymore as he was fresh out of his saint like paitence.'The dark-haired male slumped before falling to the floor with a thud unconscious. Ominis patted his uniform down with a breathy laugh in disbelief. Pulling that kind of petty trick was just about the worse thing you could do because you were really in for it now.

So you wanted to play cat and mouse with him? Fine. But he wasn't going to be sweet about it.

"Tightly clutching his wand with white-knuckled fingers, Ominis spun on his heels and charged after you with newfound fervor. Your bratty behavior had ignited a fire in him that he was now obligated to extinguish. This evening was by the far the most frustrating for the young Gaunt before he quickly tried to fix the straining bulge that pressed painfully against his trousers.

You earned whatever he was about to do to you.

Ominis clicked his tongue in annoyance before making his down the stairs and fixated on your magical trace once again. He decided he would feel bad about it later. But right now, he knew you were wandless, and you would quickly learn how the gravity of that mistake.

#ominis imagine #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy ominis #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwart legacy imagines #drabble #hogwarts legacy drabbles #hogwart legacy headcanons #headcanon #hogwarts legacy

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applejuicefruit · 1 year

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hey how are you? i know you said you don’t feel comfortable writing smut and that’s totally fine but i was wondering if you could write some aftercare headcannons with kylian? if you don’t feel comfortable it’s okay ❤️❤️❤️

I don’t feel comfortable enough writing smuts but I feel like I could write something with this.

Aftercare is super important for me and for my partner.

SMUT!!!

You must be 18+ to read this

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Aftercare

you and kylian have a pretty active sex life

at first it was a bit embarrassing cause you never had sex and he was the first ever relationship you’ve ever had

but practice makes perfect right?

it took a lot of communication between the two of you to understand what you liked

who imagined you had dom kink?

when kylian found out he teased you for a while

“my good girl” that’s what he calls you to tease you

“who’s my good girl?” “who do you belong to?”

yup, that was when you found out you had a dom kink and a praise kink

you like to mix up things in the bedroom

it can be rough

slow

rough and passionate

slow and romantic

it doesn’t matter if it’s an hour, two hours, the whole night or just 20 minutes

kylian always takes his time with you afterwards

“are you okay?”

“was i too rough?”

he always brings you a glass of water and your favourite snack cause you need to hydrate yourself

especially if it was a long night

it doesn’t matter if it was a slow or rough night, he always takes you to his bathroom and starts a shower or a bath, he always asks you what you want

he gets in the shower or in the bathtub with you

he takes his time cleaning you up

he massages your back if it hurts

he washes your hair

“you did so good”

“i’m so proud of you”

he always compliments you

he then dress you up in his sweatshirt and a pair of his shorts

he knows you love his perfume, it makes you feel calmer

he carries you to the bed

if you’re tired enough you always fall asleep in his arms

if you’re not he will put on a movie or a show

he massages your head in the meantime

whispering soft words in french

#kylianmbappe x reader #kylian x reader #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe smut #kylian mbappe imgagine #kylian mbappe imagines #psg #equipe de france

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ourloveisforthelovely · 3 months

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Bad Ideas (Part 15)

Regulus Black au

Summary: It started as nothing now it’s something. Voldemort has been defeated but that doesn’t mean the wizarding world is still a good place to be.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating : M

Link to Part 14

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The following weeks were some of the longest of your life. It was harder than you expected getting Regulus used to the new changes that his body was going through. While you were well versed on what to expect, that didn’t mean that you were necessarily ready to see the man that you loved going through his new personal hell.

Thankfully, you had Remus in your corner. You had never been more thankful to have him in your life. When Regulus’ temper was going off of the charts and the smallest thing seemed to tick him off, Remus seemed to know exactly what to do or say. Multiple people in the house (Sirius in particular) had a knack for getting on Regulus’s last available nerve. There had been many days that you had to simply tug Regulus out of the room before he tried to rearrange his older brother’s face.

You had to have many talks with Sirius about easing up on Regulus when he started to get annoyed.

“Sirius, I know that normally he would just give you a snarky response but now it's different. Just give him some peace.”

You felt as if you had that conversation with Sirius at least once a day. After you had that conversation, you were calming Regulus down. Once you got Regulus lying down with his head on your lap, you could usually soothe whatever was raging out of him.

“Do you want to talk about what you are feeling?”

Regulus lay with his head on your lap. Your fingers were delicately tracing through his hair playing with each little curl.

“I don’t know what I’m feeling. One moment I’m happy then the next I want to scream. I know what is happening with me, Y/n but I don’t like it. This wasn’t supposed to happen…not to me.”

You were quiet a moment before speaking.

“I know you are struggling, darling, and I can’t pretend to know what you are going through. Sometimes things happen that we don’t expect nor can we adequately prepare for.”

Regulus was quiet a moment before his grey eyes rolled up to your face.

“Crap storms happen.”

You thought back on that conversation sadly. When Regulus commented on crap storms happening, you couldn’t help but note the venom in his voice.

“We will make it.”

You said as you filled the cup in front of you with water.

“Y/n!”

Your internal brooding was interrupted as Ginny came in with Harry, Ron, and Hermione behind her. All four looked happy so you decided to push your inner hell back. Your brother and friends had been a huge source of emotional support for you over the past few weeks. They deserve to speak with the normal version of yourself from time to time.

“Hey, what are you all into today?”

You asked, sitting down at the table. Ginny grinned before looking at Harry with a wide smile.

“We have some news!”

Hermione nodded, eagerly.

“Both of us do. Ginny, do you want to tell her?”

Ginny grinned.

“Hermione and I are both pregnant!”

You couldn’t help the smile that automatically spread to your face. It was only a matter of time before someone decided to take the next steps in building their lives.

“Really? Wow, this is surprising! Congratulations!”

You said happily before forgetting your tea and moving to hug all of your friends. Harry gave you a bigger smile before squeezing your hand.

“We all want you to be godmother to our kids. It only makes sense.”

Harry was relieved to see a genuine Y/n happy smile on your face. It seemed like it had been so long since Harry had seen you smile.

“Of all the titles that I have, I think that one will be my favorite.”

You said, cheerfully.

“How far are you both?”

“About 8 weeks.”

Hermione said. You chuckled.

“We all really do everything together, don’t we?”

Ron sat down laughing to himself.

“I think Minerva will be retiring when she gets a load of this news.”

You mentally envisioned poor Minerva McGonagall running to her calendar and making a big red X on a date in the future.

“I don’t think she can handle going from the Marauders to us to our children. She will take up drinking. I really wish that I could be a fly on the wall when she gets this news. Hey! I have a great idea! So, at the hospital, we have the machines that the muggles use to have a look at their baby while still on the inside. Would you lot like to have a look at the babies?”

Ginny was practically running to the door before saying yes. Hermione nodded eagerly too as you stood up and grabbed your bag.

“This will be fun.”

You said to Harry and Ron before following your friends out. With the past few weeks that you had, you could definitely use some light-hearted fun.

Half an hour, you sat running the monitor over Hermione’s stomach. Watching your normally serious friend’s face light up was enough to bring complete joy to your soul. Ron sat at her side with an awe-filled expression on his face.

“There is the baby’s head and look at those little feet.”

You said. Seeing the happy expressions on your best friend’s faces was a reminder of why you did what you did. It wasn’t all putting people back together after catastrophic accidents. There were also those small happy moments that you would remember for years to come.

“I have never seen a more beautiful blob.”

Ron commented, mesmerized. In all of his years, Ron had never felt more like his father. If it hadn’t been for the muggles and their technology, he would never have been sitting here getting a look at the baby on the way.

“Give it a few more weeks and you will be seeing cool stuff.”

You murmured before squeezing Hermione’s hand. Leaning back in your chair, you looked between Ron and Hermione with a smirk

“What?”

Ron questioned as you shrugged.

“I was right.”

“About?”

Hermione chimed in. You chuckled before pressing your lips together.

“That the two of you would end up together and have kids. I told you both in first year and you both called me mental.”

Ron and Hermione both laughed at that as Harry sat down.

“She did tell you both.”

“Yeah, yeah…you were right. Congratulations.”

Ron said in a cocky tone before leaning down to kiss Hermione’s forehead. Ginny meanwhile was busy looking at the screen.

“Hey, Y/n, can I try? You make this look fun.”

You glanced over your shoulder making sure the lot of you were alone in the room as Hermione sat up.

“Sure, why not? Here try it on me. You have already seen what a pregnant woman looks like. I’ll give you a go with an empty uterus. This is what it will look like when we are looking for other problems.”

You lay back and instructed Ginny on what to do.

“Um…Y/n?”

Ginny questioned. You poked your head up noticing the stunned expression on your friend’s faces.

“Why the hell are you lot looking like that?”

Harry’s mouth dropped as he looked closer at the screen before turning back to you.

“You’re not exactly…empty.”

Ginny carefully turned the monitor around. Your mouth dropped at what was most definitely a baby. At that moment your world came screeching to a dead ass halt. This was the absolute last thing that you EVER expected!

“Give me that!”

You half yelled before taking the probe from Ginny and copying her once gentle movements.

“Bloody hell.”

You choked out as Hermione clapped her hands together.

“You’re joining our club!”

You had hardly heard Hermione as you moved the probe over your stomach. There was no denying that you were pregnant.

“Is that a second one?”

Harry stammered. With those five words, your shock was magnified by a million times….two…twins…that you had no idea about.

“Yes, Harry. That is a second one.”

You commented. Ginny and Hermione were busy chattering about how happy they were to have you in their “circle” now. Harry and Ron gave each other a careful look before Harry moved to sit beside you.

“Didn’t you have any idea?”

You ran a hand over your face as you considered Harry’s question. Thinking over the past few weeks there were signs. You had been extremely tired and sick to your stomach but you had accredited that to dealing with Regulus and his new condition.

Regulus

You immediately winced thinking about how you were going to spring this news on Regulus. He had already been through so much over the last bit. Add being the proud new dad to twins was going to most likely be the “straw that broke the camel’s back.”

“I just thought it was the fatigue from dealing with Regulus and working so much. Oh shit, Harry, I have to tell Regulus. He is not going to handle this well. With everything that’s going on…now this.”

Ron appeared a bit annoyed.

“If he is man enough to have sex with you then he is man enough to be father. If he starts shit, I’ll take him out back and beat him.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell Ron that Regulus would wipe the floor with his face.

“Thanks for the offer, mate, but I don’t want him to kill you. I’m sure that he will be fine after the initial shock wears off. Hell, the shock hasn’t even worn off for me so I can’t really speak for him.”

Ginny came to join you on the bed.

“You know, love, as much as I want to be an aunt…if you feel this isn’t right for you…there are options.”

You squeezed Ginny’s hand before shaking your head.

“I know. I’m sure I’ll be fine once I process this a little more appropriately. Look when we get back I need you lot to do me a solid and not let it slip.”

Arriving back home, you tried to act like it was just a normal day. Maybe you could trick Regulus and everyone else into thinking that you were just tired.

“It's good to have a dream, Y/n. He knows when the smallest thing is off.”

You frowned at the little voice in your head. Regulus could pick up when your mood was off even if you were being a master at hiding it.

“So, where have you been?”

You nearly screamed the moment Regulus wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I was at the hospital. Hermione and Ginny wanted to see their baby. Oddly enough, there is a machine for that.”

“Apparently everyone was having sex at the same time.”

Regulus commented before moving to sit on the couch. He didn’t look up right away. When he did the expression on your face made him raise an eyebrow. You hadn’t moved from your place by the door and were looking at Regulus as if you were expecting him to go to pieces at any moment. Over the past few weeks Regulus had gotten used to you looking at him carefully but this time…this was just weird.

“Yeah..looks like it.”

You replied, internally cringing. Little did Regulus know how right he was.

“So, what's with you? You seem off.”

Regulus questioned as Sirius walked in and plopped down on the couch. He didn’t notice the weird expression on your face.

“Oh…nothing…just tired.”

Sirius looked up at that comment. He looked at you carefully.

“Yeah, I’m not buying that.”

Regulus said. Sirius was busy looking between Regulus and yourself. He hadn’t really experienced an argument between the two of you and really didn’t want to start today.

“Sirius, are you seeing this?”

Regulus questioned.

“What’s wrong, sugar?”

Sirius questioned, sounding like his normally jovial self.

You are going to have to tell him. It's better to just drop the ball.

You thought. As much as you didn’t want to listen to the “voice of reason” in your head, you knew that you needed to tell Regulus. The longer you waited the more annoyed he would be when he found out that you had been gatekeeping that information so secret.

“I need you to keep an open mind.”

The expression on Regulus’ face told you exactly what he was feeling. He was now on edge. Were you about to leave him? Was there something more happening that he didn’t know about?

“That depends. Y/n, you know that you can tell me whatever it is. Did you accidentally kill somebody? Like Fenrir Greyback, perhaps and I didn’t get a swing in?”

You shook your head.

“No, love. I know better than to off him and not let you do some kind of damage. I want you to look at this and tell me you see.”

You handed Regulus the sonogram picture and watched him frown as he looked it over.

“Baby A…Baby B…looks like someone is having a baby. Hermione and Ginny are having babies.”

“They aren’t the only ones.”

You added as Regulus’ eyes went wide. He looked up at you before looking back down at the pictures.

“Y/n.”

“Regulus.”

Regulus was dead silent for a moment. He ignored Sirius who gasped in total shock.

“We’re having a baby?”

“Yes, we are having a baby. We are having a baby!”

You nearly yelled. Regulus’ mouth dropped.

“What is this baby A and baby B thing? Is it different angles…or is this what I’m thinking?”

“It's twins. Please tell me that you aren’t angry.”

Regulus didn’t say a word for a moment. To say that he was stunned was an understatement. Was it a bad time to be having a baby? Not, necessarily. There was no longer a dark lord on a death mission. Was it inconvenient due to Regulus’ current condition? Yes.

“Hell, I don’t know what to do with a baby! I was the baby! What the hell am I going to do with two of them? What if we lose one?”

Regulus’ head was going into a tailspin but he forced that to stop the moment that he focused his attention on your face.

“I can’t hurt her…not now…now like this."”

Regulus forced his inner turmoil away as he quickly moved to wrap his arms around you.

“How could I be angry about something like that? I did help get you into this predicament. Everything will be just fine. I’m only shocked.”

You were instantly relieved when Regulus’ voice resumed his normally calm tone.

“Promise?”

Regulus nodded.

“Of course. I guess it's safe to say that we were all doing the same thing at the same time too. Why don’t you go wait for me upstairs? I would like to have some privacy with you.”

You kissed Regulus once before leaving the room. The moment that you walked out, the soft smile on Regulus’ face vanished and was replaced by a horrified expression.

“What have I just gotten myself into?”

Regulus thought as Sirius came to join him.

“You have to be the most extra person that I have ever seen. The two of you just had to go and make a litter.”

Regulus didn’t move for a moment before running a hand through his hair.

“I really hate you right now.”

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