What if Sirius Black had a daughter? What if Regulus Black raised her with the help of Remus, Severus, and the Malfoys? What happens when Sirius returns into her life? This is the story of Alianova Jane Black and her friends.Â
Twilight
Lucky Star (Prolouge)
Elizabeth Star Swan is the forgotten daughter to her mother, but to her father and her boyfriend and his family she shine bright. Will her sister moving back to Forks hurt Lizzie more in the process? Will her relationship survive all the trouble Bella brings?
Okay so Iâm looking for a fic that dad!Jack Abbott with a little girl named Rosie. I think itâs Masterlist is like Secrets? I messaged the author and she sent it back but now her whole page is gone and Iâm thinking she might have changed her username cause Iâve searched it on a separate account and still no luck! HELP PLEASE I was obsessed with it
I just need some friends or a friend who is as into books as I am so that we can go to a book ball and dress up in fancy dresses and dance, and pretend we are High Fae for the night. Is that too much for a girl to ask?!
"Hurry up, you lazy asses," Cassian said as me and Azriel slowly made our way up to the front door of the townhouse. Willa softly snored against my shoulder as I held her in my arms, trying to fight off the sleep wanting to take me back to bed. Daisy tucked her head into the crook of Azriel's neck as he held her, a small blanket covering her body.
"I'm not a morning person," I groaned, leaning against Cass by the door. "Especially after being pulled out of bed without any warning."
Cassian pounded on the door as Azriel murmured to him, "If you're going to pick a fight with him, do it after breakfast and when they're in bed." He glanced down at Daisy and then to me and Willa.
"I wasn't the one who hauled me out of bed just now to fly down here," Cassian said as I closed my eyes. That was true. Az had hauled us all out of bed to come down here, saying Rhysand had to speak with us because Feyre the Cursebreaker was now in our Court. "Busybody," he added.
"One, no oneâno oneâbut Mor, Rory, and I are able to winnow directly inside this house," Rhysand said from inside the townhouse to someone and my eyes flew open. "It is warded, shielded, and then warded some more. Only those I wishâand you wishâmay enter. You are safe here; and safe anywhere in this city, for that matter. Velaris walls are well protected and have not been breached in five thousand years. No one with ill intent enters this city unless I allow it. So go where you wish, do what you wish, and see who you wish. Those three in the antechamber, besides Rory, might not be on that list of people you should bother knowing if they keep banging on the door like children."
Cassian pounded on the door, again. "You know we can hear you, prick."
"Pound on the door again, and I'll cut off your damn hand," I hissed, narrowing my eyes to slits as I held Willa closer to me. "We all know how much I hate the damn morning."
"Secondly," Rhys went on as Cassian stuck his tongue out at me, "in regard to the three bastards at my door, it's up to you whether you want to meet them now, or head upstairs like a wise person, take a nap since you're still looking a little peaky, and then change into city-appropriate clothing while I beat the hell out of one of them for talking to his High Lord like that."
"Just open the damn door, Rhys. I want to go back to bed," I said through the door and Cassian snorted.
Amren appeared behind me, making me step back. "You Illyrians are worse than cats yowling to be let in the back door." She tried to open the door, but it didn't budge. "Really, Rhysand? You locked us out?"
"Now who's yowling." I raised a brow at her as she sent me back a glare, that had Cassian and I both taking a step back.
We waited a long moment before Rhys opened the front door and the warmth inside greeted me.
"Welcome home, bastard," Cassian said as he walked inside.
"Took you long enough," I mumbled, following after Cassian who threw himself on the couch.
Azriel said from behind me, "I sensed you were back. Mor filled me in, but Iâ"
Amren cut him off. "Send your dogs out in the yard to play, Rhysand. You and I have matters to discuss."
"As do I," Azriel said, his voice cold.
I shoved Cassian's feet, making him sit up right with a groan as I sat down next to him and left Willa to continue to sleep on my chest. "Don't call my girls a dog, Amren," I warned her.
Azriel's eyes slightly widened as he glanced at me and then Amren, waiting for her to do something but she only kept her attention on Rhys.
"We were here first. Wait your turn, Tiny Ancient One," Cassian drawled.
Amren's snarl sliced through the house.
"Why is everyone here so early? I thought we were meeting tonight at the House," Mor said as she walked into the room half asleep.
Azriel sat beside me, keeping Daisy in his arms as Rhysand grumbled, "Trust me, there's no party. Only a massacre, if Cassian doesn't shut his mouth."
"We're hungry," Cassian complained, standing up and blindly picking Willa up from my chest before softly putting her down in his previous seat. "Feed us. Someone told me there'd be breakfast."
"Pathetic," Amren quipped as I pulled a blanket over Willa. "You idiots are pathetic."
"We know that's true," Mor said, sitting down on the opposite couch, "but is there food?"
"It's too early for this shit," I mumbled, taking Daisy and her blanket from Azriel before laying her beside Willa. "Where's Cursebreaker? Is she actually here?"
Rhys nodded from beside Amren in the archway. "She's upstairs with Cerridwen and Nuala."
"Mother above," I mumbled, leaning my head on Azriel's shoulder. "I can't believe she's actually here."
"What do we do about Tamlin?" Cassian asked, arms tensed across his chest.
"I don't know yet," Rhys said, looking slightly stressed. "I did everything by the book. Mor went into the court and got her, which means he can't bring a war here to get her back. But... she knows about Velaris."
"Obviously," I muttered to myself, looking at the sleeping girls before looking back at him. "At dinner tonight, she's not to meet the girls until I give permission. We've kept them hidden here for the last five years and I'm not going to risk anything on Tamlin's bride." Rhys opened his mouth, and I knew he wanted to disagree with what I called her, but I raised my hand and stopped him. "It's a fact that she's his bride and she loves him. She died for him. I understand your disagreement because she's your mate and all, but at the end of the day, I'm protecting my children. She's not to meet them or even be told about them until I give permission, understood?"
Everyone one else stayed silent, watching me as I protectively moved closer to my girls and Rhys studied me. After a long moment, he sighed, "Understood."
"Good," I hummed. "Now when can we eat?"
Cassian laughed, shaking his head as he walked past the couch and down the hallway. Mor pulled a blanket over herself as Amren started talking to Rhys, leading him away from us as I closed my eyes and rested my head against Azriel's shoulder again.
You woke up wrapped in a familiar embrace, sighing deeply in contentment. For the first time in a long time, everything felt right. You snuggled deeper into the body next to you, pressing your lips onto his neck. You dreamt of this moment so many times, placing soft sleepy kisses on his skin. He stirred at your touch, arms tightening ever so slightly around you. âMmm, good morning Rhys darling,â you murmured against his skin, a small bite to his neck accompanying your words.
His body went still, arms slowly pulling away from you. You were surprised at his actions, blinking your eyes open to ask your husband what he was doing. You were surprised when hazel ones met yours instead of the violet you had been expecting. âAz? What are you doing in my bed?â You asked, mind still blurry from sleep. He coughed awkwardly, sitting upright.
âUh, you let me in last night?â He answered, rubbing the back of his neck in discomfort. Last night? Why would you have invited him into your bed last night? Where was Rhys, why werenât you in his room- the memories flooded over you like a bucket of ice water. Ah. Thatâs right, your dear, darling, wonderful husband had betrayed you. You closed your eyes and laid back on the bed, wishing to sink into that dreamworld again. You couldnât say you truly wanted your husband back after how he hurt you, but a small piece of you yearned to go back to before all of this. Before Under the Mountain, before Feyre, before he admitted his love was a lie. How pathetic is that?, you thought to yourself, placing a hand over your eyes. Youâd go back to a marriage full of deceit just to be happy again.
You felt the bed shift as Azriel stood, the uncomfortable tension thick in the air. âIâll go now, if you wish. Do you need anything?â He asked, thoughtful as ever. You shook your head, melting further into the pillows and blankets around you. You listened as he crossed the room and waited for the open and close of your door before you sat up. You ran a hand through your hair, sighing deeply.
âGet over yourself. Rhysand doesnât want you.â A small smile graced your face at your next thought. âMay as well make him regret it.â
***
You bathed and dressed, making your way down to the kitchen to get food. You would resume your act again, pretending everything was fine. You still chose to avoid your husband, not wishing to suffer in his presence.
You spent the next days reading, playing games with Cass, and beginning to train with Azriel. You had never trained in your time of being Rhysâ wife, as he had decided it wasnât important for you to know how to protect yourself when you had him. You were enjoying your body getting stronger, admiring yourself in the mirror in your bathing room most nights. You had found a new serum that was making your hair thick and silky, flowing gracefully down your back. Your skin even seemed to glow, a newfound self-worth shining through you. You were beginning to wonder if Rhysand had always been dragging you down.
You would overhear vague stores about Rhys and Feyre when Cass and Az spoke, but you mostly ignored it. Something shifted uncomfortably in your chest when you heard about him sending her into the Weavers cottage to retrieve his mothers ring, but you shoved that feeling down. There was no reason to care about what he did with her, his clearly chosen love. As far as you knew she didnât yet know about the bond, or at least hadnât accepted it. That fact gave you a small amount of satisfaction.
You looked up from your book at the presence of your two large friends, raising an eyebrow at them. âWhat is it?â You asked, noticing the apprehension on their faces. They shared a look before Cassian stepped closer to you, clearing his throat.
âWe are going to the Hewn City,â he glanced at Azriel again, âall of us.â You didnât miss the meaning behind his words, closing your book and standing.
âOf course. How, pray tell, does our High Lord wish me to present myself?â You inquired, the cold mock politeness already lacing your voice. Cassian shifted, clearly not wanting to tell you.
âHe requests that you dress as typical, leaving your rings and tattoo visible.â You nodded at his words, not surprised in the slightest. Rhysand wouldnât want too many rumors spilling out about his marriage, not yet.
âVery well,â you replied, setting your book down and heading off to your room. If that was what he wished, you would happily oblige.
***
You slid the once-meaningful wedding bands onto your finger, admiring the way they shone. You had taken it upon yourself to clean them, the elegant stones sparkling in the light. You wore the earrings and necklace from your wedding day, crafted to match the rings. You had those cleaned as well, enjoying the way they looked against your skin. You gave yourself an approving look over in the mirror, running your hands through your hair.
You looked irresistible.
You wore a beautiful blue velvet gown, one of Rhysandâs favorites. He always dressed you more modestly and in lighter colors than the other females of the Night Court, something you had chalked up to him being protective. As if, you scoffed, turning to the side to admire how the fabric clung to your body. You had some alterations done to this particular garment while Rhys was gone, hoping to surprise him with it when he returned home. Unfortunately for him, you never got a chance to wear it.
Until now, of course.
The dress was now tight on your chest and waist, deep holes cut out on the sides. The top of it had been cut into a V, not quite as plunging as some of the others, but more than you usually showed. The cut outs on your sides went down just enough to show anyone that you had forgone underwear, a touch you thought would drive your husband crazy. What a shame he turned out to be a massive dick.
Your hair was kept down, delicate diamonds strewn throughout it. Your makeup had been done to give you that perfect Dark Queen look, lips painted like rubies. You had never felt quite as stunning as you did in this moment. Perhaps revenge could be quite fun.
You slipped on your heels, tying the straps up one up your calves. A knock sounded at your door, signaling it was time to go. âCome in,â you called, focusing on getting your shoe on. The door opened and Azriel stepped in, stopping at the sight of you. You turned your head to him, smirking at his star struck expression. You straightened and walked over to him, one heel in your hand. âCare to assist?âYou asked, handing him the shoe and raising your dress.
The sight of him kneeling in front of you affected you more than you expected. He so delicately slid the heel on, fingers brushing your skin as he laced it up. Your breath hitched, feeling on fire everywhere his fingers touched you. You felt like he took longer than necessary with the finishing knot, looking up at you when he was done. He stood slowly, hands moving up your leg until he had to pull away. You stared up at him, cheeks flushed. âReady?â He asked, voice a hair deeper than usual.
You nodded, taking his arm when he offered it. You didnât fail to notice how his siphons complemented your dress a little too perfectly. Another one of Rhysandâs dirty tricks, no doubt. His favorite dress, crafted just to mess with his brother.
Azriel led you to one of the balconies of the House, carefully picking you up into his arms. You noted how he positioned his hands in such a way that they would not brush the bare skin on your sides. He looked at you to confirm you were okay for him to take off before shooting into the sky. You breathed deeply as the air whipped around you, bringing a sense of calm to you. You felt confident, beautiful, dangerous. You were prepared to see Rhysand, to play your part in his endless game.
Azrielâs shadows traveled the two of you to the gates of the Hewn City, meeting the rest of the group. He placed you gently down on the ground, brushing your hair back from the flight. You turned to meet the violet eyes glaring at you, relishing in the anger in them. âEvening, Husband. How would you like me tonight?â Sensuality dripped from your words, playing off the insinuation they gave.
âFeyre will be by my side, Wife, if that pleases you?â, he drawled, holding his hand out to the female next to him. You bit back a laugh at her dress, if you could call it that, realizing the act he was performing tonight. You bowed your head in respect, hiding the smile threatening its way onto your lips.
âWhatever makes you happy, My Dearest.â
***
You stood at the doors to the throne room, Azriel and Cassian dutifully by your side. Typically, the two of them and Morrigan would head into the great room first, you and Rhys following close behind. He would lead you up to the dias, making sure you kept a step behind him. Always the dutiful, perfect, submissive wife.
Tonight, you would walk in first, flanked by the General and the Shadowsinger. The act alone will be enough to have rumors whispering through the court, Rhysand walking in with a different female will send them rampant. The great doors opened and you strode in, holding your head high. You gave flirty smiles to the males lining the way to the throne, enjoying the blushes you received. It was well known that no one looks at the High Lords wife the way they were now.
Azriel and Cassian walked a hair behind you, ever your protectors. You felt safe with them close to you, even down here. You heard gasps fill the room, knowing Rhysand and Feyre had entered now. You continued forwards, not reacting to the whispers you were already hearing. You took your place just behind the right of the throne, Azriel standing next to you this time. Cassian and Mor took the other side, all kneeling as the High Lord made his way to his throne.
You watched out of the corner of your eye as he placed Feyre on his lap, a flash of rage flooding through you. He had never allowed you to even stand directly next to him, much less hold you like a trophy in front of his court. You put on a mask of cold indifference when he allowed everyone to rise, standing tall by the pair on the throne.
Keir approached, eyes flitting between you and Rhys. âMy Lord,â he said, bowing his head. âTo what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?â
âCan I not come and go as I please? Do you expect me to run my doings past you, Keir?â Rhys drawled, hands running up and down Feyre. You shoved down the feelings of disgust and jealousy coursing through you.
âI would never suggest such a thing, High Lord.â Keir responded calmly, raising his head. âWho is thisâŠdelightful creature youâve brought with you?â You wanted to laugh at his clear dislike of this situation, but knew better than to break the mask you wore.
âThis is Feyre Cursebreaker, is it not? Show her some respect Keir.â He forced the older male onto his knees, making him bow to the scantily clad female on his High Lordâs lap.
You refrained from rolling your eyes.
âI meant no disrespect, my Lord,â Keir ground out, fighting against Rhysandâs power.
âOh, let him up,â Feyre spoke, running a hand down your husbands chest. Her voice was low, sultry.
You felt sick.
âAnything for you, Darling,â Rhys purred, allowing Keir to stand again. Your hands tightened onto each other behind your back, your mask threatening to fall. You felt a soothing brush of cool against your back, one of Azrielâs shadows grounding you.
Keir turned to you, bowing his head again. âMy Lady. We are always blessed with your beauty.â You bowed your head back, bringing a polite smile onto your face at his sick tone.
âAlways an honor to come, Keir,â you said back, feeling the annoyance radiating from Rhysand. They were supposed to pay attention to him and his pet, not to you.
âYou donât have to call her âLadyâ, Keir. My wife holds no such title.â You couldnât hide the momentary shock and hurt at Rhysandâs cruel words, an attack you should be used to by now. You schooled your expression back into calm indifference, a small laugh falling from you.
âNow, Husband, he is only being kind.â You chided, smiling at Keir again.
Rhys scoffed. âArguing with me in front of my own court now, are you?â He ran his hands up high on Feyreâs body, mouth coming down to brush her neck. âNo wonder I had to find another to please me.â
His words hit you like a knife in your gut, tears pricking behind your eyes. You felt Azrielâs shadow press onto your back, reminding you to stay strong. You nodded towards Rhys, looking at Keir. âAs he says,â you spoke softly, too embarrassed to fight any harder.
Keir looked uncomfortable, unsure what to do with the clear tension between the two of you. âWell, please enjoy yourself tonight, my Lord,â he said, bowing to Rhysand before hurrying down the stairs and into the crowd.
Rhys waved his hand, gesturing for the music and partying to begin. Everyone quickly jumped in, not wanting to acknowledge the confusing situation between High Lord and wife. You took a step down to join the party, a harsh hand on your wrist stopping you. âYou will not humiliate me in front of my court again, girl.â Rhysand sneered, eyes full of hate. Feyre giggled from her place on his lap, seeming to enjoy the demeaning way he spoke to you.
Azriel was by your side in a second, shadows swirling around you. âRelease her, Rhysand,â he commanded, hand on the dagger at his waist.
âThreatening me, brother?â, Rhys spat, his cool composure falling slightly.
Cassian came to your other side, hands raised in a gesture of peace. âYou donât want to make the rumors any worse, Rhys. Let her go, you can deal with her later.â He mediated, trying desperately to not let the situation escalate.
Rhys scoffed, hand tightening on your wrist. âFine. Take your whore and get out of my sight,â he spat, throwing your hand down. Azriel wrapped an arm around your shoulders, ushering you out of the throne room. You rubbed your already bruising wrist, hot tears falling down your cheeks.
***
You drowned yourself in alcohol when Azriel brought you home. You held the bottle of tequila tight in your hand, drinking it like water. You would do anything to forget the night. The confidence that coursed through you earlier was gone, replaced by a pathetic sense of uselessness. âIâve never done wrong by him,â you rambled, taking another drink. âI have always been the best wife I could, following every rule he set!â You paced around the balcony, agitated and hurt.
Azriel stood quietly against the railing, watching you as you yelled about Rhys. âHe could have just asked for a divorce! He found his mate, I wouldâve let him try. I wouldâve been sad, sure, but it would be better than feeling so fucking betrayed!â You finished off the bottle, heading inside to grab another one. You nearly stumbled headfirst into the expensive liquor cabinet, Azriel grabbing a hold of you at the last second.
He overestimated the force needed to keep you from falling, instead pulling your back tight to his chest. You looked at the slight reflection of the two of you in the glass, the matching blue of your dress and his siphons standing out. His hands tightened on your hips, flattening out over your skin. The tips of his fingers slid under the fabric of your dress, holding you tighter to him.
Your heart was racing at his touch, at the sight of the two of you. His shadows were swirling around you, their cold touch a harsh contrast to your hot skin. Azriel dipped his head down, his nose tracing your neck. You couldnât help the way your head bent to his touch, silently begging him for more. âI shouldnât be doing this,â he murmured, more to himself than to you.
You hummed against him, hands coming to hold onto his arms. âI need you to,â you whispered, heartbeat skipping when his hands pushed farther into your dress. He groaned into your skin as his lips brushed your neck ever so slightly.
âYouâre drunk,â he said, thumbs drawing soft circles on your stomach.
âNot too drunk to not know what I want,â you responded, unwilling to let this moment pass.
âYou are dangerous for me,â he whispered between kisses on your neck, his hands delving lower. You let out a light moan at his touch, encouraging him to keep going. He hissed against you, biting the sensitive spot on your neck. âIâve wanted to touch you like this for far too long.â
You melt into his words, his fingers trailing over your abdomen. You whined as he took his time running them over your upper thighs, touching you everywhere except where you wanted him to. The kisses on your neck grew sloppy, his desire taking over his control.
You turned your head to him, looking up into his lust-filled eyes. âAz,â you spoke softy, âI need you.â He looked like there was a war going on his mind, his hands stilling on your thighs. His eyes dipped down to your lips, his tongue coming out to wet his own. He was breathing heavy, like he had just run a marathon and back. âPlease,â you whispered, wanting him so badly it hurt.
He bent down, mouth millimeters from yours. One of his hands rose between your legs, a finger lightly brushing your center. You moaned at the light touch, body on fire for him. His breath fanned over your slightly open mouth, ready for him.
âHey, where are you guys?â Cassians loud call broke the bubble you were in, the two of you jumping apart. You smoothed your dress down and cleared your throat, walking back to the liquor cabinet.
âIn here, Cass!â, you called, pulling out another bottle of tequila. He came into the room, pausing slightly at the sight of the two of you.
âEverything okay?â He asked slowly, looking curiously at Azriel.
âEverythingâs fine.â Azriel answered, voice curt. âJust heading to bed.â
You contemplated grabbing a third bottle.
***
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Tenison was high in the dining room of Grimmuald Place as the Black brothers stared one another down. Regulus knew that part of Sirius's anger was because he thought he had lost his child to his brother, much like when they were young, and their parents favored Regulus over him. But this was Sirius's own fault; Ali had tried even after she had been hurt that Sirius went to Harry first. Sirius could not get over the fact that Ali was close with the Malfoys and had taken to projecting his anger to the only person who would love him more than anything if he tried.
Sirius wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was jealous of Regulus. He always had been, but coming back from the hell he had been trapped in to find that his own daughter had chosen his brother over him hurt more than any torture he had ever faced. Regulus had always been the perfect child who everyone adored. He had gotten fewer beatings as a child than Sirius, had gotten better grades in school, and now was considered a dad to Ali. It was only natural for Sirius to go back to what he did during his school years and focus his attention on the people who showed him attention. Harry was his godchild, but Harry also had no one else, meaning Sirius didn't have to worry about being replaced. Sirius also felt awful for the events that transpired the night of James and Lily's deaths and was trying to make up for it.
"If you just gave her a chance, you may find she is much more like you than you think." Regulus sat at the table again, watching his older brother run his hands through his hair. "She is so headstrong and stubborn that I know it revivals yours. And I cannot express enough how she just wants to be good enough for you to love, much like how you tried for years with Mother."
Sirius sighed in defeat, regrettting the painful things he had put his daughter through. "I do love her. I justâŠ."
"Are shit at showing it. I saw the look in your eyes when Ali called me dad; I know that hurt you. But instead of talking about it, you just lash out at her or me or Remus, making it seem like you really don't care at all. I never tried to fill that role in her life. I was and will always be Uncle Reg, and that is fine. Do I see her as my child and love her like my own? Yes, absolutely. I will do anything for her, and if that fills that role as a father, I will. But I don't want to take that from you. You had so much stolen from you in your life, Sirius: your childhood, your parents, your best friend, 12 years of your life. The last thing I want to do is take more away, but I cannot and will not put you above her. She deserves so much in this world, and you should help her get it. We both should. But the question remains: will you put aside your 'every Slytherin is a Death Eater' mindset to do so? Because people have changed and we are close to the Malfoys, Notts, Parkinson's, and the Zabini's. They are not the same people anymore. Things have changed in the war; sides have changed. But you haven't. Ali is loyal to a fault and is a great judge of character; she won't betray the Order, nor will the others. Just give people a chance, Sirius."
"I did give people a chance, and itâŠ..it got my best friend and his wife killed. We trusted Peter. I trusted Peter enough to have James make him the secret Keeper. It got them killed, and he was our friend. How am I supposed to trust that Lucius Malfoy has the Order's best interest at heart when my own friend of 9 years didn't?" Sirius started pacing before his brother. His head is cloudy in memories, tears blurring his eyes as his best friend's dead body flashed in front of him. "I know that I'm shit at showing Ali I love her, and part of it is because I'm scared to get close only to lose her again to someone like Lucius Malfoy. I owe it to James to look after Harry, but that doesn't mean I don't love him like my own because I do. But I love Ali just as much, and I know she has you, Remus, and even Snivillious to love her. And I want to try to improve things with her; I just don't know how. How do I fix what I've done, Regulus?"
Regulus caught the double meaning to his brother's question, "You can't. Sirius, you can't fix what happened to James and Lily. You can't fix how you've treated Ali so far."
Sirius felt his heart crack at his brother's words. He had hoped to get Ali back, but it seemed he had gone too far. He started for the stairs when Regulus continued.
"But that doesn't mean you can't fix it from now on. You can't change the past and bring James back, but you can make them proud by loving and protecting Ali and Harry. I mean, yeah, they don't get along now, but I think part of that is because he has seen and heard how you and James treated outsiders. I know they used to play together as babies, not that they would remember it, but Remus told me. Tell how close they were till everything happened, and bring them back together. Stop being afraid of losing Ali to someone when all everyone wants to do is love her and keep her safe. And maybe you don't trust Lucius or the others right now, but I trust them more than Dumbledore most of the time. And you should talk to Moody about the help Lucius has given the Order even if he refuses to say he has aligned himself with us." Regulus held his brother's shoulder, "Give them a chance. Don't let the other kids make remarks about Ali and her friends. Talk to her. I wouldn't start trying to act like her father, but maybe a friend? Or a really distant uncle. You'll figure it out, Sirius; you're smarter than you give yourself credit for."
Sirius followed his brother up the stairs, going to bed with hope, lighting a flame in his heart for the first time in years.
Days following the talk between Regulus and Sirius, Ali noticed that the golden trio had become slightly nicer to her. She does not make as many comments about her or her friends. She had no idea what was happening but wasn't going to complain. Regulus had come to her that morning telling her that he thought it a better idea if Blaise came to their house instead of her going over there. He believed it would show that the Slytherins were not as bad as all the others thought.
At first, Ali was hesitant about the idea. Still, after being reassured that Remus would be home as well as Regulus, Ali agreed. The thought of Blaise being at her house surrounded by her tormentors made her sick to her stomach. She wanted nothing more than to run away for a few days, but that ship had sailed, and it was only hours before Blaise arrived when Regulus called for 'those who live in this house meeting.' By the time Ali had gotten dressed and cleaned her room, everyone was already in the kitchen since it seemed to be the usual gathering place for the group. She straightened her sweater and did a quick glance down to make sure her outfit was still okay. It was slightly chilly in the house, so she had gone with a Bulgarian Quidditch sweater that was mainly red with black details and a pair of cropped black leggings with matching fuzzy socks. She and Blaise had already decided to stay for most of the day and then go and get dinner somewhere in Diagon Ally so she could change later. Remus and Regulus walked at the same time as Sirius and Harry.
"I'm assuming everyone is confused about why this meeting was called," Remus started. "There seems to be an assumption that Slyertians and those associated with them are all Death Eaters or traitors."
Scowls had overtaken most of the younger one's faces in the room, as well as Sirius's. Ali looked at her uncle, trying to figure out where this was going. She knew the reason was to inform everyone that Blaise would be here for a few days, but there was something else going on; she could feel it.
"After speaking with Dumbledore and getting his permission, not that I technically need the permission as it is my house, but nevertheless. A few individuals will be coming to stay here for the upcoming days, and there will be a couple of visitors as well." Regulus's eye caught Ali's, and gave her a wink just as the sound of footsteps entered the foyer. Ali was too short to see over everyone's heads to see who was there, but from the looks on a couple faces, including the elder Weasley, it was someone they were not fond of.
A flash of white hair caught Ali's eye as the group entered the kitchen. Her mouth dropped in shock as she took in her uncle Severus, leading the Malfoys, Blaise, and Theo towards Regulus and Remus. Cissa shot her a wink while Draco eyed Harry and Sirius up and down; Blaise kept his eyes locked on Ali, and Theo thoroughly enjoyed the shocked looks from the Weasleys.
"Sorry, we're late. Draco took too long in the mirror this morning," Severus said. Draco glared at his Godfather before continuing on with his glare at Potter.
"Well, allow me to introduce everyone. This is Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, which I'm sure almost all of you know. This is Blaise, Theodore, and Draco. Narcissa and Lucius will be in and out for the next bit trying to get caught up on Order business while the latter three will be staying here for a bit." Remus shook Lucius's hand before joining Dora beside Ali, who was bouncing on her toes, overly excited at the fact that it was going to be back to normal in the next couple of days.
"You can't be serious. They are staying here?" Sirius exclaimed, running his hand down his face before glaring at Lucius. "I still remember what you did, Malfoy."
"I don't often agree with Sirius, but Dumbledore said this was alright?" Arthur asked. Ali knew that the Malfoys hadn't been the kindest to the Weasleys in the past, and she felt sorry for them in that aspect, but Lucius was not the same man as he was during her first year. And Narcissa wouldn't hurt a flea.
Remus stepped forward again, "He did. Narcissa and Lucius will be helping with some scooting missions that are coming up since they know that area of town better and are considering joining the Order. The three brats are mainly for Ali, though."
"Did you miss us short stack?" Theo opened his arms for Ali, who jumped straight into them. Theo gave her a twirl before pulling on her braid. She barely had time to catch her breath before Draco had her spinning again and tickling her sides, making her squeal.
"Of course I missed you! What kind of question is that?!" Ali giggled before hugging Blaise despite her uncle Remus glaring at them. Blaise took her hand and gave it a squeeze when they parted before facing the other children in the room. Theo and Draco took the opposite sides of Ali, showing a united front against the ones who had been horrible towards her.
Ali was ecstatic that they were going to be in the house more. Maybe her summer wouldn't end so badly. Sirius was shocked that Dumbledore had cleared this and even more shocked that Lucius would help the Order. He did not trust him and would go on those missions even if he had to go as Padfoot. This was outrageous and downright stupid, allowing death eaters to snoop freely in the Order business. Looking at his daughter, he could see how happy she was to be surrounded by her friends, but he also knew that he would have to keep a closer eye on her than he already was. He had asked the trio to play nice so he had more people watching her. He did trust that she was a Death Eater, and now he was surrounded by them.
"Al, Kreatcher sat up extra beds in your room for the boys. Pansy should be joining later, but she had something come up with her grandfather. Her mother said she would owl when she was on her way." Regulus leveled each of the boys with a look. "You lot know the rules. I don't care if you have fun but clean up after yourselves, and don't be too loud when it gets late. Curfew is at 10pm and no later. If you are leaving the house, go in pairs at least and let one of the adults you know be aware of where you're going. You lot know the food is fair game, and Kretcher has already been instructed to grocery shop more often. The house is also fair game, but be respectful, please."
"Don't worry, Uncle Reg. I'll keep them in line," Draco smirked at the other three before Severus whacked him upside the head.
Ali turned and looked at the younger swarm of redheads and others in the room. She cleared her throat to get the attention on her, which made her take an unconscious step back toward Blaise and Draco. "Everyone, this is Theo, Blaise and Draco. I'm sure most of you know this, but just in case. You are welcome to join our fun, but we get if you don't want to."
Ali pulled the boys out of the room after greeting her aunt and uncle. They sat on the living room floor with wizards, chess, and a few other games while a movie played in the background. Kreacher brought out snack trays for them, and the laughter was music to Regulus's ears after all the quiet he'd heard from Ali this summer.
Ali could feel the stares from those around them, most directed at Draco and her. She could see the disbelief every time Draco laughed or made a joke. This was the side of Draco that was rarely seen by others. An hour had passed before a chess match went on between Draco and Ali. Blaise sat to one side of Ali, and Theo was in the middle of her and Draco, watching the death match continue.
"What dare shall I have you do this time, Als" Draco taunted her while he moved his piece. It was an ongoing rule that when she and Draco played wizarding chess, the loser had to do a dare of the winner's choice. It was always a toss-up in who won, as both were incredibly good at the game.
"Don't think too hard; I wouldn't want to overwork that one brain cell of yours." Ali stuck her tongue out at Draco when she stole his knight.
Draco was about to reply when a shadow came over the top of the board. Looking up, there was the eldest two Weasley children and Fleur. Ali could see the hearts in Theo's eyes before she kicked him in the shin. "She's engaged, you idiot."
Bill and Charlie chuckled, "We saw you guys playing games and were curious if we could join you? I have my board and thought we could do a little tournament."
Charlie held up his chess board. The teens all nodded, and with a snap of his fingers, Charlie's board was all set up. Bill took one side of the board before looking at Theo. "You up for a challenge?"
Theo crawled to the opposite side of the small table. Bill made the first move, and the game commenced. Charlie and Fleur took seats around the rest of them and started trash-talking with them, too. Charlie was on Ali's side, whereas Fleur took Dracos. Regulus, Molly, and Narcissa looked around the corner and had smiles spread across their faces at the sight they saw. It wasn't the younger kids trying to get along with the others, but the eldest and Molly knew that her children all looked up to their brothers, so maybe there was hope in this crazy plan after all.
Relationship: Regulus Black x niece!Reader, Remus Lupin x Black!reader, Severus Snape x Black!reader, Sirius Black x daughter!reader
Warnings: InsecuritiesÂ
Summary: What would have happened if Regulus hadnât died and Sirius had a daughter whose the same age as Harry? What if Regulus raised her with the help of some friends? What when Sirius comes back from Azkaban and Harry shows up to live at Grimmuald Place? This is the story of Alianova Jane Black.Â
Voices coming from downstairs stirred Ali from her peaceful sleep. Glancing at the clock on her nightstand she saw that it was only 9am which was pretty early for her and everyone else that lived in her house. Normally her Uncle Reg would be awake, but would be quietly reading till she came down later in the morning since she didnât have school due to it being summer. Summers were Aliâs favorite time of the year; she got to spend time with her Uncles Regulus, Remus, and Severus. They had raised her since her father was shipped off to Azkaban for the murder of his best friends. They normally didnât talk about her father in the house since her grandmother hated him and Regulus and him didnât get along. Uncle Remus didnât say a lot about him either. She knew that at one point they were best friends in school.Â
Although they didnât talk about him a lot Aunt Cissa often said that Ali looked a lot like him with her dark brown hair and grey eyes. No one knew who her mother was since she left Ali at her fathers doorstep when she was six months old. According to Grandmother she was the product of a one night stand, she never said Ali was an accident unlike how she had heard some of the other parents call their children. She often said she was a blessing when she was alive. Grandfather died before her dad went to Azkaban, and Uncle Reg almost died from an Inferi attack caused by the Dark Lord. She went to live with her Uncle when she was one and a half. Her Godparents oblivious couldnât take her seeing as they were dead. And Remus needed help with her due to his monthly problem which was how she ended up here. Grandmother died when Ali was five, but we werenât around her a lot to begin with. Regulus didnât want my views on life tainted by hers, so he often kept Ali out of the house we shared with her or just with him in general. Her portrait still hung in the hall, constantly talking to whoever would listen.Â
What if Sirius Black had a daughter? What if Regulus Black raised her with the help of Remus, Severus, and the Malfoys? What happens when Sirius returns into her life? This is the story of Alianova Jane Black and her friends.Â
Twilight
Lucky Star (Prolouge)
Elizabeth Star Swan is the forgotten daughter to her mother, but to her father and her boyfriend and his family she shine bright. Will her sister moving back to Forks hurt Lizzie more in the process? Will her relationship survive all the trouble Bella brings?
So I know itâs been a hot minute since Iâve posted anything on here, butttttt I will be attempting to write another chapter of âTheir Daughterâ!! I am so excited and am hoping to have it up soon!!!
Falling for my Bestie (Kayce Dutton x reader fanfiction)
Kayce's childhood friend Y/n ends up pregnant with someone's child who is in prison, Walker. The youngest Dutton child has been crushing on her for years. So he decides to help her raise the baby as his own. But on the Yellowstone ranch life can't be that simple for the two.
As the two teens headed their way back to the car to end the night, it occurred that maybe their relationship had been rushed to any outsiders of the supernatural.
Because the thing was, neither of them were human or completely human. The second Jacob imprinted on Astraea⊠that was it. Astraea was the one for Jacob, there would be no more crushes for him- Astraea was end game. The second Astraea acknowledged that Jacob was her soul bound, she knew she would never let him go- she knew this was the person she would spend the rest of her life with and start a family. So to them it was normal, it felt normal but new and euphoric.
The sun was setting by the time the couple made it to the car. Jacob quickly helped Astraea into his truck, and made their way back to the Covens home. There was a silence but not an awkward one where they're needed to be some kind of noise to fill it.
They made it to the house where once again Jacob helped Astraea and walked her to the front door. The two faced each other with smiles until Jacob pulled her into a passionate kiss that lasted what seems like forever until the both needed air to breath⊠well until Astraea needs air to breath seeing how Jacob has more capability of breathing is far better than Astraeaâs.
âGood night Jacob Black.â Astraea says in an almost dreamy state with a smile on her face.
âGood night Astraea Nightingale.â Jacob responded in the same dreamy state but he pulled Astraea in for another kiss. If Astraea didnât push him they couldâve been out there for hours.
âIâll see you tomorrow.â She said as she closed the door and leaned her back, reminiscing on what took place today.
âFun day?â Juniper asked as she leaned on the doorway to the living room.
âLetâs just say Iâm glad I took your advice.â
*Bella's POV*
âWitches?! They actually exist?â
âYes they have for many centuries. Witches are the soul reason why vampires and werewolves exist.â Carlisle responded. âWitches arenât inherently good or evil creatures. Though it is noted that Dark Witches created the vampire species- for what reason is unknown to me. But in order to balance between immortality and humanity, shifters or more known werewolves were created to combat vampires.â
âHow is that fair? Vampire and werewolves being mortal enemies because of witches yet the witches are untouched?â
âThe witch species are the most complex and probably most advanced species there is. There is order and balance between them all, while also having order and balance between other species. Witches have their own government. The Volturi had come to a peace treaty between the witches where they claimed war a bit after vampires/ werewolves were created. Werewolves only exist because of witches, henceforth they are grateful for the gift to protect their loved ones and community. And of course humans could never know the existence of the supernatural. The only species I know that I could assume you can refer to as enemies is Witch Hunters. But I have little to no knowledge. Like the witches, witch hunters tend to be on their own.â
As Carlisle explained all this, more of the supernatural world makes sense to me. But still, why the one species that seems to have it all is viewed as untouchable. And the fact that little to no knowledge about the species is also odd. I could already tell I donât like these freaks.
âSo we are talking to them for a peace offering. Seeing the rocky history between species itâs wise of us to make it known we are no harm.â
The Cullen clan plus Bella headed their way to the house of the witches. When they arrived the Cullen's didnât expect the strong smell of dogs but weren't surprised. Bella on the other hand didnât expect to see Jakeâs bike out front.
The door is knocked and a woman who has more of a warm natural tone towards her paleness and straight black hair with purple eyes opens the door. The first thing everyone noticed was the eyes but Edward noticed that he, like Bella and the new group of kids at forks, couldnât hear the strange eyed womenâs thoughts.
âYou must be the Cullen's. Why bring a mortal here?â
âShe is the mate of my son.â
âThen so be it. Before you all enter the home of my madam, if any harm comes to her or to this household- I assure you that the consequences will be severe.â
âIs that a warning?â Rosalie asks.
âNo, itâs a threat.â
And with that ominous threat she allowed us to enter the home. While the Cullen's home is impressive, there is a certain uniqueness of the vintage Victorian like home. She led us to the living room, which seemed like everyone was already there. I seen Jakeâs car in front but seeing him here in the same room with the freaks but also having his arm over a blue haired freak was even more shocking.
âJake, what are you doing here?â I demanded to know.
âProtecting what is mine.â
The blue haired freak looked up at him with a smile. What the fuck is going on, why is that freak with him!
âIf you are going to insult me, at least have the courage to speak out loud, Isabella Swan.â The girl speaks out loud.
âWhat..â-
âJust because your blood sucker of a boyfriend canât read your mind doesnât mean anyone else canât.â
âI donât know who you think you are-â
âI am Astraea Juliette de Clemont Nightingale, this is my home and my coven- and I demand respect.â
âClemont Nightingale? As in the child of AnaĂs Isabella de Clemont William Atlas Nightingale? A member of the 13th coven?â
âWhat do you know of the 13th coven?â A tall grey eyed boy asked.
âI know that the 13th Coven is the equivalent of your kind government.â
âPlease sit, we have much to discuss. Iâm Madam Lin, head of the Raven Coven.â
The Cullen's and the Raven Coven settled down. It is quite obvious by the tenseness of the room that neither party is comfortable or fond of the other.
âOf course you have been introduced to Miss Clara, the witch that brought you in. And you know Jacob and Astraea. This is Alexander, Arabella, Juniper, and Xavier. We have two more members but they are currently busy at the moment.â Madam Lin introduced.
âI am Carlisle, this is my mate Esme. And this is my family- Alice and Jasper, Rosalie and Emmet, Edward and his mate Bella.â
âAs you are somewhat aware of the 13th Coven Carlisle, I must inform you all about it. The 13th Coven is part of the ruling government- its complicated and complex. It is made up of 13 royal families- that govern and protect the species. The first born of each generation is the heir to the coven and no coven member is allowed to have a romantic relationship between the members. Our coven, the Raven Coven, has two members of the 13th: seeing how the 13th coven is allowed to join any other beside the one they are born into. Astraea and Alexander are members of the 13th- and I would recommend you provide absolute respect to them. Any questions?â
âWhat is the involvement of the wolves?â Edward spoke, it was something that everyone in the room was thinking. Why was Jacob Black, future alpha and chief, doing in the home of the witches.
âThe pack has a peace treaty with the witches: both parties will provide protection and service when needed. But I will also want to make aware that Astraea Nightingale is under protection by the pack in a different view, since I have imprinted on her. No one is allowed to harm an imprint of the pack- it is the pack's own absolute law.â Jacob spoke up. The importance of this information hits the clan of vampires differently, it made everyone in the room view the Nightingale witch and her role within her species but also the pack of wolves. Bella on the other hand doesnât quite understand. âWhat do you mean imprint?â
âImprinting basically the equivalent of a soulmate.â Edward explained. âWell how do we know that the imprinting is true.â Bella exclaimed, the thought of her Jacob being with this freak is unimaginable. There has to be foul play involved, the witch must have put him under a spell! Jacob was in love with her! That is her Jacob!
âWhat do you mean, how do we know?â Madam Lin questioned, she hoped- no prayed that the swan girl has not suggested what she thinks she suggested.
âI donât believe Jacob has imprinted.â
âWhat are insinuating? That he is under some spell!â The golden blonde spoke, Juniper I think.
âYES! Like why wouldnât SHE, put him under a spell to protect herself! Your kind has shown, have said or implied threats! What makes me believe that any of you- especially her are incapable of committing such an act!â
âBecause what you are insinuating is treason! Our kind have laws in place! Laws that both me and Astraea have been educated and enforced! To ACCUSE such acts, let alone accuse a member of the 13, is disgusting.â
At this point every member of the Raven coven is furious. To place a love spell or charm over someone is absolutely forbidden seeing as that spell or charm takes away the free will of the one under it. Committing such crimes is signing your own death warrant. But no one is more furious or disrespected the the imprinted couple themselves. Jacob is so close to shifting, the only reason he isnât is his imprint who is in his arms now. The amount of disrespect his so-called friend has on her implies that what is going on between Astraea and him is an act of treason. Astraea on the other hand has never reached a cold hearted place in her life. She wanted to scream, hex, and hurt at the Swan girl. How dare Isabella Swan accuse her of such crimes! The Cullen's on the other hand are also confused, not of the coven but of Bella. Who cares what the mutt and the witch do, her life is with Edward.
âYou dare accuse me of treason. Of a forbidden act that punishment is death. Your vampires were invited into my home, you were invited by extended relation, and you dare disrespect me and my soulmate. The only reason why I have not harmed you is for the sake of my coven. Listen and listen closely, The Raven Coven will offer a peace treaty. The vampires and the witches will not interact unless absolutely needed. You stay on your land, we stay in ours. We would warn you of any dangers as long as you warn us of the same. Agreed?â
âYes, we agree to the terms.â Carlisle quickly said, wanting to exit before things become out of hand.
âThen get the hell out of my house.â As she said this the house of the Raven Coven, having its own personality but also needing to protect the members of the household, opened the door of the main entrance for the vampires to leave. Quickly Edward sped Bella out of the house due to hearing a thought of Astraeaâs, which he assumes she allowed him to hear: âTrust me when I say this you donât want to make your enemy- take your bitch out of my home.â
Astraea Juliette de Clemont Nightingale is not one to make an enemy out of. Witches are not naturally saints or sinners- no creature is. Yes there are more good and evil in some than others. But Astraea Juliette de Clemont Nightingale, alongside the 13, were assumed to be created by gods but are feared like monsters. Astraea has faced many challenges- the good and the bad, in her life- much so that she will not and shall not allow anyone to undermine or drag her name into the dirt. She isnât a weak porcelain doll. There is a reason why no one crosses the 13- let alone the Nightingale witch. Isabella Swan would soon find out why.
Author's Note* yeah Bella is gonna be a huge bitch hehehehe, also not much happened but a lot is revealed and we know more is gonna go down.
Summary: Y/N Cullen, youngest in both actual age and last to be turned in the Cullen clan. Her world is turned upside down when Bella Swan enters her familyâs life, because Bella doesnât bring just herself but drags some of her friends into the Cullenâs life as well.
Warnings for the Series: light violence, light angst, light smut
Pairing: Jacob Black x reader
Word Count: 1.7k
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It took three days for both you and Bella to recover and five for Jacob to spill the beans to Charlie so your family wouldnât have to leave. Of course, Charlie doesnât know about the whole vampire thing. Just the fact that your boyfriend could turn into a giant animal. Jacob watched as you moved a little slower than usual in the Cullensâ kitchen while getting ready.
âI just had to recover just in time for the first day of school.â
âSenior year, babe.â
âYou know this is pointless, I passed all the credit requirements last year. Iâm basically going in to fill out a bunch of paperwork for the next like three weeks to get my diploma early. I should be able to do this online, not have to come in. So ridiculous.â
Edward came into the house with Renesmee. Your niece reached out for you. You bounced Renesmee on your hip and sung quietly as you poured out the smoothie you made into a glass. The baby giggled happily. Renesmee stuck a hand on your face and sent you images in your mind to let you know she liked your voice.
hey, you guys recall the "Black Swan" story I posted (Y/N being Bella's sister + ballet + imprinting on Embry/Paul/Jacob) a little while ago? Well, I really liked Jacob's version and, long story short, I've fucked around and am writing a fic based on it.
And the first fifteen chapters are already posted on my Ao3 sooooo...
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
I should probably warn you that this fic is a little dark/sad, a lot of angst and it's a slowburn. Very New Moon-ish. So if you're not in the place to read something a little sad (with a happy ending though), I'd recommend not reading. But don't worry! I'll be writing a very fluff Leah fic to cheer myself up after this.
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