warnings: you know the drill: no use of y/n, strong language, sirius calls reader “darling/my darling”, reader is a gryffindor, reader almost gets attacked by remus, slightly suggestive near the end, ooc peter (NO YOUNG PETER SLANDER), a few smoochies at the end, this is barely proofread so i apologize for any mistakes
sirius black x fem!reader
word count: 6.5k
summary: in which sirius struggles to ask you out on a date, so the marauders assist him in his goal, aka the 4 times sirius black tries to ask you out and the 1 time he succeeds
notes: so…….. let’s not talk about the fact that i posted this so fucking late and let’s talk about the fact that it’s sirius black…..!! anyways so this is probably not cohesive and there are probably a lot of plotholes and inconsistencies in here but i was STRUGGLING to write this okay, like i would write 700 words and then dip because i literally couldn’t pull anything else out of my ass
LUCKILY, OUT OF the seven years you’ve spent at Hogwarts, you’ve never been so much as looked at by the infamous Marauders. Sure, they messed around with your friends, and you’ve attended their rambunctious parties after a Quidditch win, but you were fortunate enough to not be bothered by them.
That was, until the one and only Sirius Black laid his eyes on you.
You had vowed to never even come close to fraternizing with a Marauder—besides the occasional conversations with Remus—let alone fall into their trap of tricks with their corny pickup lines and their woo-worthy smiles.
And you were going to stand by that vow. No matter what. Or so you thought.
i. i’d touch that fire for you
It all started when you were peacefully sitting at your regular table in the Great Hall, talking to your friends about the newest gossip about a few of the prefects in the year below you. You prodded at the slice of your pumpkin pie, not too interested in the food as you were in the drama that seemed to be unfolding before your eyes.
But, to your demise, your gossip was cut short by a loud declaration of your name—wait, your name? No, this had to have been a joke. Right?
You slowly turned around in your seat to find Sirius Black standing right behind you, a bouquet of flowers magically appearing in his hands as soon as you locked eyes with him. He tossed his luscious hair over his shoulder and beamed brightly at you, gaining a few coos from the girls sitting around you.
“My darling,” he began, “it would be an absolute honor if you would allow me to take you out on a date to Hogsmeade next Saturday. Would you fancy a trip down there with me?” It was probably the fanciest he had spoken since he had dinner with his whole extended family, and he could’ve only hoped that he could woo you over and finally gain your affections.
You, on the other hand, were not willing to fall for what was obviously supposed to be a prank. Why the four pranksters had chosen you, of all people, to be the butt of this prank, you would never know, but it didn’t mean you were to act clueless about it the whole time.
“Go find someone else to prank, Black,” you muttered under your breath, sending your friends a confused look as you turned back to them. Only a few moments later, you felt the gentle tap of someone’s finger on your shoulder, causing you to turn around once more and look at the same boy that had now turned the bouquet into a three-tiered cake in a matter of seconds. You repeated yourself once more, “I’m not interested in your little jokes. It’s not something I look for in a person. But good job for trying.” You sent him a pitiful smile and returned to your conversation with your friends almost immediately, as if you were desperate to get out of the situation you found yourself in. You were desperate.
Sirius’ face fell as soon as you turned around, finally understanding that you were serious about everything you said. He just assumed you were playing hard to get. He didn’t think you saw it as some prank he was trying to play on you.
His dejected eyes met James’ soft, brown ones, only encouraging him to go even more all out compared to what he just did. It wasn’t the best idea, and both Remus and Peter could see it, but when Sirius was as enamored with someone as he was with you, it meant he was serious. Pun intended.
The raven-haired boy practically skipped over to his friends, James transfiguring the layered cake back into Remus’ water goblet and placing it in front of his friend. “We thank you for your sacrifice,” he spoke with no humor laced in his tone, causing the brunet to scrunch his nose up and return to the Muggle book he was currently reading; The Hobbit.
Sirius’s gaze flickered to the thick book in his friend’s hands, then shot up as if a bolt of lightning had struck him. “That’s perfect, Moony! My darling loves reading Muggle books! I’ve seen her with them in the library many times,” the boy exclaimed excitedly, bouncing around like a kid in a candy store.
“You go to the library? Willingly?” Peter questioned with his mouth full, earning a chastising smack to the back of his head.
Remus spoke up, “He’s trying to get her attention. We’ve got to give him some credit for that.”
“Thank you,” Sirius thanked the boy through gritted teeth, a bit peeved that one of his best friends had no faith in him. They had known of his crush on you for all of two months, and in all of his experiences with girls during his time at Hogwarts, he’d never been prepared for a feeling like the one you gave him. “Anyway, since you’re so invested in all your Muggle books, d’you think you could grab me one on your next visit to the Muggle bookstore?”
The three boys tried their hardest to look past Sirius’ flushed, pink cheeks as he requested a simple yet slightly embarrassing task. Peter and James shot each other a look before the latter leaned over the table with some brotherly advice hanging off the tip of his tongue.
“Just don’t be too annoying about it, Pads. You don’t have seven years for it to get less annoying like I had with Lily. Just, y’know, charm your way through it like you always do. I’m sure you’ll do fine.”
ii. long as you dreaming ‘bout me, ain’t no problem
The atmosphere of the Quidditch stadium was always tense, especially whenever it came time for Gryffindor to play against Slytherin. The stands were full of students boasting their house colors, strictly separated into hues of greens and reds. Linus Spinnett animatedly narrated the gameplay, throwing in a few jabs at the Slytherin players here and there.
You watched as James and Sirius sped past you, side-by-side, unable to avoid their gazes. The latter called out your name, but you only ignored him and hid the bottom half of your face behind the scarf wrapped around your neck. He took a sharp turn and began spinning in small circles right in front of you in an attempt to get your attention, but you remained unbothered.
“Don’t you have better things to tend to, Sirius?” Your friend groaned from beside you, wrapping a comforting arm around your shoulders as she tried to shoo him away. “Go win the game, and maybe she’ll talk to you.”
Planting a chastising hand on your friend’s bicep, you whispered through gritted teeth, “Don’t encourage him! He’ll have the wrong idea.” Before you could even turn to Sirius to correct your friend’s statement, he already flew away with a dopey grin plastered on his face. It only motivated him more throughout the game, the quaffle landing in his arms more than anyone has seen before. Even James was surprised.
“Pads, what’s with you?” The Potter boy muttered, inching closer to his best friend. His eyes were trained on the bludgers being beaten around, but his complete focus was on his friend and his out-of-character actions. “I appreciate the need to win, but mate, don’t you think you’re being a bit harsh?”
Sirius took the time to look around at the stadium, his eyes landing on the three Slytherins clutching their arms, then at the scoreboard that showed Gryffindor leading by thirty-five points. “I’m being perfectly normal, Prongs. Thought you’d want to win.”
“I do, but–” James’ rebuttal was cut off by the sound of Linus’ voice echoing through the stadium, rejoicing in the Gryffindor seeker’s successful accomplishment.
“Berthia Thomas has caught the golden snitch! Gryffindor wins the game!”
Sirius’ ears perked up at the exclamation, immediately soaring down to the young seeker and not-so-gently taking the snitch out of her hands. “Do you mind if I take this? No? Great, thanks!” The ends of his Quidditch robes chased closely behind him as he flew all the way up to the stands, meeting you with a smug grin. The golden, engraved ball sat peacefully in his hand, its wings flapping softly against his palm. “For you, my darling,” he smiled at you, offering the snitch like an olive branch in a peace offering.
You eyed the small object in his hand, then glanced up at the scoreboard with the teams’ respective points: Gryffindor, 220 and Slytherin, 70. With a heavy heart and a sharp glare at your friend beside you, you reluctantly took the golden snitch from his hand and held it between your thumb and your forefinger.
Sirius felt a shiver climb down his spine at the feeling of your soft fingertips brushing against his calloused palm. Even the slightest touch between the two of you could make him melt.
“Thank you, Black.” Your voice was almost as soft as your touch. Offering him a small smile, you ushered your friend away from the front row and pushed past the crowd that was now gawking at the supposedly sweet actions of the infamous Sirius Black.
But you didn’t want to fall for it. Everyone who attended Hogwarts, even the clueless first years, knew about them. Everyone who attended Hogwarts had either witnessed, experienced, or heard of their silly little pranks, and you were not one to be fooled so easily by them.
With a fleeting glance, you looked back over your shoulder to see the boy’s figure slumped over the end of his broomstick, sadly looking down at the area of his palm where your fingers so happened to touch.
iii. i don’t got nobody, just with you right now
“Oh, come on! He’s practically courting you at this point! Just let him confess to you, and maybe you’ll see that he’s not trying to pull some elaborate prank on you!” Your friend lectured in the safe space of your dorm room, tugging on the collar of your sweater to try and knock some sense into you.
You protested her points, “You say that as if he isn’t known for leading girls on and breaking their hearts. I don’t want to be another girl for him to add onto his list.”
“James has matured, look at him and Lily! I’m sure if you give him the chance–”
“Have you seen him? Potter may have matured, but I’m not too confident in Sirius. He has to do more than just offer me a golden snitch or flowers or a three-tiered cake. Physical offerings do nothing to rid him of the reputation he’s been building for himself since first year. If he’s serious about fancying me, then he has to do something meaningful.”
Before your friend could refute you any further, you looked at her with a heavy gaze to effectively quiet her. The two of you returned to the light gossip you were talking about prior to bringing up Sirius Black, and a few hours later, you both agreed to part ways so you could find a comfy spot in the library to study.
She dropped you off at the entrance on the way to her rendezvous with a Ravenclaw boy in your year, bidding you a curt goodbye before breaking out into what could be considered a skip through the long hallways of the castle.
You pushed through the doors and felt solace in the smell of the books and the soft rustling of students passing between the aisles. The librarian promptly gazed at you and offered a nod, to which you returned with a small smile.
Gazing up at the tall shelves of books, you thought to yourself and began trying to think of which books you required for a successful study session for the evening. Your feet seemed to be leading you to the very back of the library, where you noticed the smallest flicker of yellow light behind a multitude of bookshelves. As you inched closer, your ears picked up the softest whispers being passed between what seemed to be two people.
You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering who could possibly study back here, where the bookshelves are impossibly closer to each other and leave no room for a singular person in the aisle, let alone two people to comfortably study. Grabbing a book off a random shelf to incriminate yourself less in case it was two students chatting about something not meant for curious ears, you pushed past the last row of books to find—
Sirius and Remus? In a rather spacious area, might you add.
They sat at a table placed flush against the wall, a small candle being the only source of light besides the sunlight from the windows that barely reached the back of the library. It was a comfortable spot, albeit the many efforts it took to get past all the tight bookshelves. They hadn’t even noticed you at first, too engrossed in a piece of parchment they had placed onto the table.
The two boys only noticed you when James had joined in, your eyes bulging out of their sockets when you watched him walk through a bookshelf. Well, it was supposed to be a bookshelf. You weren’t surprised that he had seemingly walked through a solid object, no. You’d done that plenty of times whenever you boarded or left Platform 9 ¾ throughout the years. You were left rather bitter that you put in all the effort to squeeze through all the stacks when you could’ve just walked through the bookshelf. Not that you would’ve known, though.
You looked up when James called your name. Sirius and Remus did, too. “When did you get in here? I would’ve noticed if you walked in,” the curly-haired boy frowned.
“I, uh, wedged myself through those bookshelves. Didn’t know there was an actual entrance.” You jutted a thumb over your shoulder and pointed to the very compressed bookshelves. Feeling quite awkward in your current position, with James frowning at you (or more specifically, how you got in), Remus smiling softly at you, and Sirius staring at you, you shuffled closer to the exit. “I’ll see myself out, now. Sorry. I won’t tell anyone about this, either, if you’re worried about that.”
As soon as you stepped foot past the fake bookshelf, you heard Sirius whisper-shouting at James to bring you back into the secret space.
“Wait!” He called out for you louder than he should have, quite possibly alarming the whole library of their whereabouts. With pursed lips, you swiveled on your heel and walked back through the bookshelf, shooting James a questioning look. “So, uh,” he repeatedly looked at you, then behind you, then at you again, “you said you went between those small gaps in the bookshelves?”
You nodded your head, unaware of how Sirius was urging the boy to keep the conversation going while Remus struggled to fish something out of his bag.
“We’ll have to seal that, then.” James spoke more to himself than to you.
Glancing over to the gaps, you spoke up once more. “And just so you know, the only reason I came back here was because I could hear Remus and Sirius whispering. You might want to look into that since you yelled rather loudly. Don’t want anyone else coming back here, do you?”
At your revelation, James immediately turned to his two friends with his eyes blown wide. You then heard a whispered chorus of “You didn’t cast it? I thought you did! Well, I didn’t cast it!” and before they could say much more, you lifted your wand and silently casted Muffliato around the whole area.
Sirius looked at you with more admiration in his eyes than ever before. He was practically looking at you with heart eyes, as if you were all the stars in the world joined together into one girl.
“Also, those gaps are wide enough to be peeked through. You might want to seal it up or put some charm on it so that no prying eyes look through.” The bell of the clock tower rang and bounced around the castle walls, almost as if cueing you to leave. “Well, that’s where I take my leave. And I stick by what I said earlier. I won’t speak a word of this.”
Finally leaving, you walked through the exit and shuffled through the aisle, only to be caught by the wrist. You looked over your shoulder to find Sirius smiling cheekily at you, holding a book in his hands. You turned around, a bit uncomfortable at how your arms harshly grazed at the wood of the bookshelves on either side of you. They were much more spacious compared to the shelves on the other side, but it still left little room for two people to be standing together.
He held the book up to you, allowing you to read the cover. “I bought this for you. I know you’ve been wanting it for a while,” he offered, gently putting it in your hands. “I also wanted to let you know that I didn’t conjure it up or anything. I bought it with my own money and all. If that means anything to you.” Bringing a hand up to his nape, he shyly rubbed at it as he watched your eyes dart from the book to his face.
Your mind was running at unfathomable speeds, trying to figure out how Sirius Black, of all people, found out how you wanted that specific book. You only told two people about it, and you and Lily had only spoken about it today in the confines of your N.E.W.T.-level Potions and Arithmancy classes, neither of which you shared with any of the Marauders. It wouldn’t have been enough time for Sirius to go out and buy it himself, if you were to trust his word on it.
That only left—Remus. You were quietly discussing it in Transfiguration while Professor McGonagall was helping a struggling student. The both of you had already completed the task as soon as she assigned it, so you turned to each other and talked about your shared love for Muggle books. Merlin, you felt so stupid. You thought he would respect your wishes of not wanting to be bothered by Sirius, but apparently not. “Remus,” you whispered lowly, quiet enough for the boy standing before you to barely hear what you said.
“What?” Sirius’ face flushed. “No, no. Moon—Remus didn’t have anything to do with it. Well, not really. But I bought this because I overheard you telling him about it in Transfiguration last week.”
You brushed away the odd nickname for Remus and visibly relaxed, hesitantly hugging the book to your chest. “I see. Well, in that case, I’ll use this book well. Thank you, Sirius.” Turning around and walking away, you spared no time exiting the library with the book in your hands, leaving the raven-haired boy to celebrate.
You had accepted his gift and called him by his first name! Two wins in a row!
iv. how can i snooze and miss the moment?
Surprisingly, Sirius had left you alone for the past three days. You hadn’t seen a day without him at least trying to court you, but for some reason, it was as if he’d turned into a ghost. It wasn’t like you minded, but it felt odd. Unnatural, even.
When it came nighttime, and you’d officially been left alone for three whole days, you decided to take a walk down to the Black Lake. You wanted to be left alone with your thoughts, the cool breeze of wintertime nearing, and the glimmering light of the full moon. The sound of a wolf howling flew past your ears, but you paid it no mind as you knew you were safe. There was no such thing as a werewolf on school grounds, it was impossible. You’ve had some suspicions in the past, but they can’t have been true.
Your hands plucked at the blades of grass beneath you, feeling the lush plant life beneath you. You had found a spot against a tree facing the lake and watched peacefully as the ripples of the water distorted the mirrored image of the moon and the trees around it.
Twigs snapped behind you, and your right hand flew to your coat pocket where your wand lie, but you were just taking precautions. It was probably just some other student wandering around after curfew, too. Everything would be just fine.
After half an hour of thinking to yourself, the sounds of the nature around you were becoming more stressful than relaxing. With a cautious step to the side and a meek glance past the thick tree trunk, you slowly made your way away from the Black Lake and towards the castle.
The faded footpath beneath you had turned into a muddy walkway long before you began attending Hogwarts, but it still felt unsettling. The canopy of the tall trees blocked the moonlight shining down on you, and their rustling leaves became ominous rather than peaceful.
Your hand remained snug in your coat pocket, feeling the wood of your wand against your palm. The howling wolf that was once far, far away now sounded impossibly close to you, and the multiple twigs snapping all around you caused you to grip your wand even tighter. “Hello? Is anybody there?”
No response. More twigs snapped. The ground beneath you began to shake.
“Hello? This isn’t funny! If this is supposed to be a prank, then cut it out!”
Still no response.
And then, out of nowhere, an earth-shattering growl echoed from right behind you. You turned slowly, pulling your wand out of your pocket in a fearful manner. Coming face-to-face with a werewolf, you realized all your reassurances of it being impossible were wrong. And you were about to die.
Pointing your wand at the creature, you looked into its eyes. They seemed familiar. Comforting, even. But this was a werewolf, and they were monstrous creatures, according to your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. You took a small breath and shakily held your wand up.
Just before you could cast a spell in its face, you got pushed to the side. You fell back against a tree with a wince, watching as a stag headbutted the werewolf in the chest with its antlers. “What the—” Your words were cut short by the feeling of something harshly tugging at the hem of your coat, successfully dragging you away from the scene. A yelp left your lips, your fingertips clawing at the ground in an attempt to escape whatever wrath you were facing now.
Looking down, you found a black dog pulling you by its sharp teeth, its eyes boring into you like you’d known each other before. You stopped trying to escape. You just let everything happen as you stared back down at the dog. ‘What was so familiar about these animals,’ you asked yourself, unaware of the werewolf bounding after you.
It had gotten past the stag, which was nowhere to be seen. You assumed you were going delusional. The werewolf, still familiar as ever, picked you up and growled, your wand now in your hand as you prepared to cast as many offensive spells as you could. Incantations left your mouth as quickly as you’ve ever casted before, but they did nothing to stop your impending doom.
The most you did was a large gash along the creature’s arm, but the injury only aggravated it more. Lifting you up as high as it could, the werewolf threw you to the ground as you braced for impact, feeling your body hit the ground just before you blacked out.
When you woke up, you found yourself in one of the infirmary beds with Madame Pomfrey tending to your injuries. Your collarbone was shattered, and you received a few cuts on your cheek, but it was nothing the lady couldn’t fix. You were only in the infirmary for observations and precautions.
As soon as she stepped away, you were met with the embarrassed smiles of James, Sirius and Remus all on infirmary beds opposite of you. “Wha—why are you three here?” You questioned suspiciously, examining each of their injuries for ones similar to the wounds you saw on the creatures the night prior.
James had bandages wrapped around his ribcage and an ice pack on his head. Sirius had multiple gashes along his side and a cast on his left hand. Remus had the most wounds of them all: a large scratch along his cheek, a deep cut on the side of his head, a bandage wrapped around both his forearms, a cast on his right foot, and a gash on his bicep.
Wait, a gash on his bicep?
“It was you, wasn’t it?” You spoke quietly, finally realizing why Remus always disappeared whenever it came time for a full moon and why James and Sirius always missed classes the day after. “James, y—you were the stag. Sirius, you were the dog, weren’t you? And Remus, oh, Merlin,” you gasped softly, remembering all the painful spells he must have had to endure from your wand. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve known.”
The lanky boy shook his head, “No, there was no way of you knowing.” He tried to reassure you even though they all knew it become more obvious every month. “And if you’re concerned about the spells, I’m fine. I got more wounds from these gits than from whatever you casted.”
“Only if you’re sure,” you muttered softly, eyebrows furrowed from the concern for someone you hoped to consider a friend. In fact, you hoped to consider all of the Marauders friends. It was obvious they’d matured from the pranksters they used to be in their younger years, and you were frankly relieved to find out that they were as bad as you thought they were.
You didn’t seem to notice how Sirius looked at you like you held the earth up with your bare hands, and if you did notice, you didn’t mention it. You kept your focus on Remus, his terrible injuries, and how he seemed to be unfazed by them. You felt horrible.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Remus said lightly, as if reading your mind. “I know what you’re thinking. You don’t have to feel bad. I’m used to it at this point.” Opening your mouth to explain how that was why you felt bad, the boy shot you a look and spoke your name chastisingly. You stayed quiet for a while.
“Sirius?” You called out for the boy in the bed directly in front of you. He reacted far too quickly and far too eager to not be embarrassed, but you ignored his actions and spoke up once more. “Why did you save me? You could’ve helped James with Remus.”
The boy pushed himself up so he could sit properly with his back leaning against the headboard of the bed. He ignored the sharp pain in his hand and shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “Couldn’t let you die before the Hogsmeade trip. Speaking of that, since I saved your life and all, I think it’d be a great opportunity to repay me by being my date to Hogsmeade?” Sirius’ statement came out as more of a question. His shoulders were tense and his breathing became rapid, though he wouldn’t admit to anyone how easily you could break down all the confident walls he’d built up.
“I would’ve rather died, then,” you joked.
“Ah, then I’d just have to save you all over again.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
Sirius beamed brightly at you. “Is that a ‘yes’ to Hogsmeade?”
Shaking your head at him, you let out a small chuckle. “We’ll see.”
While you and Sirius playfully bantered back and forth across the infirmary, James leaned over to find Remus smirking right back at him.
“Are they flirting?” The curly-haired boy mouthed to his friend.
“It seems like it.” Remus mouthed back, a smile tugging on his lips.
“I bet five galleons we catch them snogging after Hogsmeade.”
Remus smirked between you and Sirius, still too engrossed in your conversation to notice what was going on around you. “I bet you ten galleons we’ll catch them snogging as soon we get released from here.”
“Deal.”
v. you just too important
After you got released, you returned to your classes like usual and dodged the multiple questions your friends asked daily. You only brushed them away when you couldn’t come up with a sorry excuse as to why you ‘suddenly started talking to Sirius Black,’ but you always told them the most extravagant lies you could string up when you had the chance.
The more time you spent talking to each other, the more you realized why all the girls dropped to their knees at the chance of being with him, even if it was just for one night. The more time you spent talking to each other, the more you realized that you were starting to fall for him. And it scared the hell out of you.
You even tried avoiding him when you first came to the realization that your feelings for Sirius were more than simply platonic, but your efforts only lasted a day before the boy sought you out and annoyed you until you were forced to give in.
So, as the days went by, you became closer and closer. And your feelings for each other became stronger and stronger. This time, though, you didn’t want to fight it. Not at all.
“Darling,” Sirius called out in his usual sing-songy tone as he strode into the Gryffindor common room. He ignored all the odd looks he received from the others and grinned once he found your figure next to the fireplace, entertaining a first year by feeding the flames a few old textbook pages. “Ah, there you are! Remus and I were looking for you!”
You smiled softly at the sound of the boy’s voice, but you didn’t turn around to let him see how he’s finally broken down your walls. “Did you need me, Siri?”
The new use of the nickname might have made Sirius scream his lungs out if he wasn’t in public and wasn’t still actively trying to hide that he was terribly in love with you. Instead, he only stared at you with a lovesick expression plastered onto his features, causing you to scrunch your nose up at the lack of a response.
You turned your head to look up at the boy, your doe eyes only pulling him in even more. “Sirius? Are you okay?” Chuckling awkwardly as he continued his intense, locked gaze on you and your pretty face, you redirected your attention to the equally awkward first year sitting beside you. “Well, if you’re going to stare, then you might as well sit down, yeah?”
Almost immediately, the raven-haired boy fell to the ground and sat crisscrossed, politely placing his hands in his lap as he watched you speak quietly to the young girl, her body relaxing when you placed a comforting hand on her. It was weird to have Sirius just staring at you in the beginning, but after a while, it was like he wasn’t even there. All he did was observe and listen.
He observed how you smiled gently at the girl whenever she spoke up in her small voice. He observed how your eyes lit up with fondness whenever you felt her touch. He observed how she leaned into you without hesitation when you offered to braid her beautiful, light brown hair. He observed how amazing you were with people younger than you, with kids. And he sure as hell observed how you would be a great mother and how he so desperately wanted to make y—well, that was a thought for another day.
Your gentleness was so endearing to him, it only made him fall for you more than he already had, if that was even possible.
Peter, who had been watching the interaction from afar, seemed to have had enough of the lingering tension and opportunities that weren’t acted upon. He wasn’t as aware of the whole situation as Remus and James were, but he was smart enough to piece all the little details together and figure out that both you and Sirius were too scared and were just waiting for the other to make a major move.
So, the boy took the situation into his own hands and dragged his friend away by the collar, taking him up to their dorm room despite the many, many efforts (albeit weak) made by the stronger boy.
“Wormtail,” Sirius whined as soon as he heard the door shut. He pretended like he didn’t know what was going on, but in reality, he was grateful that Peter inserted himself into the situation before the pining became too strong. “Why’d you bring me up here?”
“You know why,” the boy hummed as he scoured through his bedside drawers, looking for his stash of food he always had stocked up. “She likes you. A lot. And Pads, if you don’t make a move on her now, who knows who’ll be there to take her away from you. I know how you feel about her, she knows how you feel about her, and practically everyone else at Hogwarts knows how you feel about her, so just snog her already!”
To Sirius’ surprise, as soon as his friend found the box of chocolates, he didn’t take any for himself and instead walked straight out of the dorm room. The blond boy walked down the curved stairs of the tower and found you sitting in the same spot you were in before he dragged Sirius away.
As soon as you laid your eyes on him, you furrowed your eyebrows and beckoned him over. “Peter, did something happen with Sirius?”
“Ah, perfect! I was just coming to find you. Pads says he doesn’t want to eat, and I was thinking that if you offered him some chocolates instead of me, he might want to eat them. He hasn’t eaten the whole day.” The boy was speaking out of his ass, but he was tired of your unbearable pining, and frankly, so was everyone else.
You furrowed your eyebrows, confused by the sudden shift in character, but you shrugged your shoulders and took the box out of Peter’s hands. Patting the first year’s shoulder, you bid her goodbye and explained your task to her, pushing yourself off the ground and following the blond boy up to his dorm room.
The light box sat in your hands as you watched him rap his knuckles against the door, backing up until he stood behind you. The two of you patiently waited for Sirius to open the door, and as soon as he did, you felt Peter’s hands on your shoulders. Before you knew it, you had fallen directly into Sirius’ arms, effectively pushing the both of you back into the dorm room while the door shut behind you.
The box of chocolates fell from your hands, but it was the least of your concerns when your front was pressed against Sirius’ chest and your faces were centimeters away.
“Oh, um, I—“ you stammered, placing your hands on his chest to gently push him away.
Sirius, on the other hand, had other plans. He wrapped his arms around your waist with a smirk, his eyes flickering down to your lips every few seconds as he spoke. “You know I fancy you, right?” You only nodded at his question, but your flustered expression was enough to encourage him further. “And I fancy you a lot. Like, a lot, darling.”
Your inability to hold eye contact with him may have been embarrassing to you a month ago, but right now in his arms, you could care less. He spoke softly to you, his gaze filled with awe. He made you feel loved, despite all your past thoughts about him and his attempts to get you to go out on a date with him.
Sirius’ voice grew impossibly quieter as he looked into your eyes. “Please tell me you like me, too.”
Looking at his pleading expression and the way his lips just looked a bit too tantalizing with the way he bit it while awaiting your response, you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in until your lips collided.
It felt like fireworks, the way his lips moved perfectly with yours. It was like nothing you had ever experienced before. Granted, you were never too occupied when it came to your love life, but Sirius was the best kisser you’d ever come across. His hands were planted on the small of your back, bringing your body even closer to his, and your hands raked through his luscious hair.
Pulling away and ignoring the small complaint that left his lips, you smiled at the boy, “Yes, I like you too, Sirius.”
Despite the fact that you had just kissed him, his eyes still lit up brighter than you had ever seen before. “Really? Are you serious?”
“No,” you laughed, the teasing glint in your eyes telling him exactly what you were about to say next. “You’re Sirius.”
He threw his head back and groaned at the joke, “Merlin, you’re perfect.” And then he pulled you in once more.
The kiss, this time, was more heated, more intense than the first. It was hungrier, with your lips mashing together and your teeth clashing. But it was still filled with love. Filled with the thing Sirius had fought for when he approached you that day in the Great Hall. Filled with the thing he was desperate to gain when he offered you that golden snitch after his Quidditch game. Filled with what he hoped to receive when he bought you that Muggle book you were obsessing over. And most importantly, filled with the very thing that took over when he saw you at the Black Lake, terrified of what would happen if he lost you.
You were both so engrossed in the kiss that you didn’t even notice the door creaking open. James, Remus and Peter peeked through the small crack to find you and Sirius all over each other, your hands tangled in his hair and his hands inching lower.
Remus smirked at the curly-haired boy squatting next to him, holding his hand out with a cocky grin. Annoyed, James pulled ten galleons out of his pocket and begrudgingly placed it into his best friend’s palm, but all three of them knew that no matter who lost the bet and no matter how annoying Sirius would get later on, they were all just happy that you two were happy.
Hii i was wondering if your still doing the cato fics? No rush ofc!
yes!! i actually have one in the making rn but i’m not prioritizing it, since i’m currently focusing on a different fic, but i’m bouncing between them!
warnings: no use of y/n, strong language, reader is insecure abt her body, gore, homicidal thoughts and actions, kinda ooc and rational billy but also he’s a dick at the beginning of the story, small mention of teen pregnancy, romanticizing murder, billy calls reader “doll”, billy has secret intentions, shitty and rushed ending that was barely proofread at all, slightly fluffy ending (?)
stu macher x fem!gf!reader
word count: 8k
summary: you, being the third member of the ghostface trio, finally snap when it comes to your harbored feelings towards your best friend, stu
notes: TELL ME WHY THIS TOOK ME LIKE A FUCKING MONTH TO FINISH. anyway i hope you enjoy it even though i did not enjoy proofreading this one bit.. and also in another world, reader would be so so down bad for tatum and there’s no arguments!! but reader IS also a girls girl and the complete opposite of a girls girl at the exact same time so uhmm..
IN THE SMALL, humble town of Woodsboro, it wasn’t uncommon to hear of a murder here or there. It was something so normal, it was almost integrated into the community itself.
The only thing that always irked you about it was that they always referred to the murderers as “he”. It was always “he’s got another kill under his belt,” or “he’s gotten away with it once again!”
Who said girls couldn’t kill?
You sat with your back against the fountain, picking at the remnants of your half-eaten bologna sandwich—courtesy of Billy. He had stolen a few bites out of your crustless sandwich in class when you weren’t looking, and now you were left with a sorry excuse for what was supposed to be your only meal of the day.
You had started your unhealthy diet after Stu broke up with Casey Becker and began dating your best friend, Tatum Riley. It had been a subtle shift in your eating habits, but no one was quick to make connections nor accusations to the directly related events.
No one except Sidney.
And of course she was the one to point it out. Sidney Prescott, who had the perfect body and the perfect face and was the perfect person to fall in love with. She and Tatum were always the ones being sought after by the boys, but they only ever loved your other two best friends; you could see it in their eyes. Billy and Stu hated the other guys—they saw them as competition, and you could see it in their eyes.
But no one noticed how much you hated being ignored by Stu. You knew him first. You were the one to introduce him to your friends. You were the one whose family was practically his second family. You loved him first. No one could see it in your eyes, though.
If only they tried. If only they took the time to take one small glance at your fleeting gaze, and maybe, just maybe, would they be able to see the story hidden underneath your stare.
It was a deep betrayal felt on your end, seeing Stu and Tatum happy together. The latter knew how you felt about her new boyfriend—how you felt about him way before they met—even if you never explicitly admitted it to her face. At least, you thought she knew.
You tossed your sandwich back onto the resealable bag on the concrete floor, pulling your legs up to your chest. You tilted your head back to gaze up at your four best friends that perched on the flat platform of the fountain, meeting the eyes of Stu before anyone else’s.
He shot you his heart-throbbing grin, reaching his hand down to ruffle your hair. You groaned at the action, immediately bringing your hands up to your scalp and flattening your roots out. The boy only snickered at your reaction and threw his right leg over your head, letting his calf land against your chest and shoulder.
Another groan escaped your lips, but it came out as more of a whine than anything else. “Stu, get your goddamn leg off me!” You placed your hands against his foot and leg to try and shove it off, but all he did was press harder against you to keep his leg from budging.
“Nope,” Stu popped the ‘p’ like an immature middle school boy. He continued his conversation with Billy in a normal manner, wrapping a protective arm around Tatum and pulling her into him so that her back would be leaning against his side.
You took the time to tilt your head upwards and gaze at the blonde-haired girl, who currently had her hair tied into the two braids she always wore around. Her makeup was flawless—her glossy lip was something you knew you could never achieve, not even in another world.
The way she innocently (or not) sucked her cherry lollipop was something that made Stu weak in the knees, you knew it for sure. He always had a thing for blonde girls and lollipops.
And her body—well, she was hand-sculpted by the Greek Gods themselves, is all you had to say about her.
You could see Billy’s harsh gaze flicker from you to Tatum, then you to Stu, then Tatum to Stu, then back to you and Stu once more. You paid no mind to his wandering eyes, though, since your thoughts were too focused on the blonde girl and how she was so much more . . . perfect compared to you.
“Hello? You there?” Sidney’s voice broke you out of the chain your thoughts held you in, waving her hand in front of your face as she called your name multiple times. “Are you okay?”
Blinking your eyes, your head snapped in her direction, almost jolting up at the realization that you must’ve zoned out while thinking of all the ways your best friend trumped your traits. Stu’s leg slipped off your shoulder, causing him to shoot you a concerned glance as he left the conversation between him, Tatum and Billy. “Yeah, you all good?”
You gazed up at him with doe eyes, your lips slightly parted in a manner that would make any other boy go mad for you. You hummed, “Mm-hmm, I’m fine.”
Your tone didn’t seem to satisfy Sidney enough, seeing as she took hold of your sleeve and tugged you upwards until you were pushing yourself off the ground. Stu’s gaze followed you as you began to rise up to your full height, his head now tilting upwards to look at you instead of the other way around.
“C’mon, let’s grab some snacks from the vending machines. I’m craving some chips,” the brunette placed a comforting hand on your lower back, leading you away from the friend group. “I’ll pay for whatever you wanna get.” She received a smile from you as you tugged your sleeves past your fingertips–like you always did when the weather was beginning to cool down–but got nothing more.
Before you could manage to take more than two steps, Stu placed his large hand into yours and gently pulled you back towards him, a genuine look laced into his concerned gaze. “Are you sure you’re okay? You didn’t eat your sandwich at all. You can take my food instead, if you want.” As he spoke, he used his thumb to rub circles into the back of your hand, the mere contact of his skin touching yours being enough to send you into an internal frenzy. You could barely process his words when he stared up at you like a lost puppy, only wanting confirmation that you were okay. He only ever wanted to know if you were okay.
If he had one last wish before he died, it would be to make sure that you were okay for the rest of eternity. Because all he did was care about you. That’s why you started liking him in the first place.
But he had Tatum now, and he was happy, and you had to accept it sooner or later. So you only nodded your head and muttered an annoyed, “I’m fine, just didn’t wanna eat something that Billy’s already taken a bite out of.”
“Hasn’t stopped you from eating what you wanted in the past,” the aforementioned boy retorted with a scoff, rolling his eyes as he leaned back onto his hands.
You felt a sickening feeling begin to build up in your stomach and looked downwards, trying to keep the bile from building up in your throat. You knew his words weren’t meant to cause any harm, but you couldn’t help but take it to heart. “Yeah, I guess so.” You whispered lowly, pulling your sleeves even further past your fingertips.
You swiveled on your heel and fell back into step beside Sidney, who glanced at you with a pitiful look. You were too busy looking down at your feet to notice her gaze, but you spoke up as if you knew she was looking at you. “Before you ask again, no, I don’t really want anything from the vending machine. I have more money, though, if you feel like getting snacks for the others.”
The brunette pursed her lips at your words, debating between speaking more about your concerning eating habits or talking to you about what she wanted to discuss in the first place. “I won’t mention food or eating or anything, if that’s what you’re thinking. I wanted to talk about something else.” You hummed, and she continued. “Stu or Tatum?”
Those three words were enough to catch you off-guard, resulting in you stopping in your tracks. “What?”
“Stu or Tatum?” Sidney repeated her question. “You’re always staring—or glaring—I can’t really tell, at Tatum. It’s fine if you don’t wanna tell me, but I was just . . . curious. You started being more conscious about everything when they got together, and now all you do is mope in the corner whenever they’re around each other. So, it’s either you like Stu, or you like Tatum. Or maybe you like both of them.”
Your eyes were darting everywhere but Sidney’s eyes, your lack of eye-contact being enough to confirm that you did, indeed, like one of them. “I—“ You cleared your throat. “I think you might be reading this situation wrong, I don’t—I don’t like either of them.”
The brunette only gave you a pointed stare.
You lolled your head back with a hesitant sigh, bringing your hand up to rub the nape of your neck. With much reluctancy, you quietly admitted to your feelings for Stu, then resorted to a brisk walk towards the vending machines in an attempt to avoid the conversation that would come next.
You heard Sidney’s light footsteps catching up to you, her gentle hand resting on your bicep to get you to look at her. Your name slipped past her lips, and you didn’t even have to look at her to know that she pitied you.
When Billy found out, he pitied you, too. He masked it with teasing and jokes and laughter, but deep down, he felt bad for you. “It must suck knowing he doesn’t want you back,” he said to you once the shock died down.
It was the one thing he said that actually stuck with you.
“How long?” Your friend’s voice was still as quiet as she was caring, the warmth of her touch radiating onto you in a comforting manner.
You huffed. “Like, I don’t know. Couple months, years, maybe. I don’t really know when it started.”
“Years? Oh, I’m so sorry,” Sidney frowned pitifully and wrapped an arm around your shoulders as she ushered you to the vending machines. She continued asking you questions as she fed the large metal box her dollar bills, causing you to squirm uncomfortably and shift on your feet.
You weren’t uncomfortable because of her questions, but rather because you were coming to the realization that you barely knew any of the answers to her questions. You’ve felt your strong feelings towards Stu for longer than you can remember, but you couldn’t even begin to explain why you even liked him in the first place.
“I don’t really know, Sid,” you replied in response to her question. “I just started liking him. I’m not sure why, or how, but I did. There’s not—I can’t think of anything else to it.” You fiddled with your fingers as you spoke and watched your friend crouch down to grab the snacks she bought.
The girl only nodded to your reply and led you back to the friend group still sitting at the water fountain, where Stu and Tatum could never fail to break your heart.
After the conversation with Sidney, you were beginning to overthink every little detail in your relationship with Stu. He was touchy with you; was that why you liked him? He always listened to your thoughts; was that why you liked him? He never failed to defend you against Billy’s crude remarks; was that why you liked him? He remembered every food and drink order you’ve ever shown a bit of interest in; was that why you liked him? The thoughts flooded your brain into levels of overcapacity, and all it did was make your head hurt.
You were spending the afternoon with the two boys at your house, where your mother was absent due to her work trip to Canada, and your father was gone because he had to drive to Colorado for your brother’s region tournament.
“Empty house!” Billy cheered through the quiet hallways of your three-story house, his yells bouncing off the light gray walls.
You had originally sent him downstairs to grab a few snacks from the pantry, since you were busy tossing your textbooks and binder onto your soft mattress in a circle. It was practically routine whenever they came to your house; you would study and they would goof around, but it worked all in all, because you got to spend time with your closest friends.
“You should throw a party, you know. Don’t be such a nerd, doll.” The blond boy commented once he reached your room. He threw a few bags of chips at you, as well as Stu, who was sprawled out at the foot of your bed. “Your house is empty for at least a week. You might as well put it to use.”
You shook your head and continued writing notes as you refuted his suggestion. “You know I can’t, Billy. My parents got super pissed at me last time, ‘cause they found a broken, used condom on the floor of their closet. They grounded me for a month, then told the whole family I was pregnant and took me to Planned Parenthood.”
A few snickers came from the boys’ mouths.
“I mean, even if you did get pregnant,” Stu began, quickly correcting himself when you sent him a glare, “which you didn’t, at least you used a condom. Even if it broke.”
Even more laughs erupted from Billy’s mouth, not halting when you launched your pillow at his face. You couldn’t help but giggle a bit too, watching as your friends’ chuckles gradually turned into cackles, which then became a whole laughing fit.
“It’s not even that funny, idiots,” you mumbled to yourself. But even after commenting, you continued to laugh along with them, smiles littering your faces. Your eyes slowly traveled over to Stu, who had the widest grin on his face. His head was hanging off the bed, and he was scrunching his nose up while looking at Billy.
Your eyes seemed to light up with stars, reflecting the glowing aura of the boy you’d been admiring since forever. You always felt so carefree and boundless whenever you were with him, and this was a prime example. You could laugh about anything and everything, and he would never shame you for it. In fact, he would initiate the fit of laughter.
Your chuckles died down after a bit, leading you to focusing your attention back on your studies. You could sense Stu and Billy communicating to each other through their eyes, causing you to speak up before they could say any more. “Spit it out, Macher. What does he want you to do?”
“My sweet, amazing, loving, caring, one-of-a-kind best friend,” Stu began his spiel, “could you please throw a party tonight? Just a small one, it doesn’t even have to be half the school.” He inched closer to where you were on the bed, eventually finding a comfortable position with his head in your lap, preventing you from ignoring him and redirecting your attention to your textbooks any longer.
You stared down at him with a slightly amused expression, a smile beginning to tug on your lips. He was desperate. His cute antics were almost enough to take your mind off the fact that he would only ever see you as a best friend.
You considered it, “What do I get out of it if I do?”
“You get my undying love and affection for all of eternity,” he jokingly blew a kiss.
“Mm-hmm? And how would Tatum feel about that?” Did you just cockblock yourself?
Billy shot you a warning glance, cautioning you not to tread into open waters, where anything could happen. It was a risky move, setting yourself up for failure, but you were all but curious to see how your best friend would react. Not all your hope was lost. Not yet.
Stu pulled your hand onto his chest, where you could feel his beating heart, and you could swear it started beating faster when you locked eyes.
But no, this was wrong. He was still dating Tatum no matter how much you liked him, and the intensity of your feelings would never even graze close to being enough compared to Tatum’s—well, her everything.
Briefly looking away for a few seconds, your mind was already drifting away to another world where you would be in this same position, just you and Stu. With your palm over his heart and his hand over yours, maybe in that other world, he would be confessing his love for you. Maybe he would tell you how beautiful you are, how he loved everything about you, how he could never imagine being with anyone else. And maybe in that world, you would be happy. Happy with him.
Unfortunately for you, you weren’t in that world. You were in the world where he was dating Tatum and they were in love with each other, and all you will ever be able to do is watch from a distance as the only person you’ll ever love goes and falls for someone else.
“Tatum would understand,” Stu explained, seriousness masking his tone. “She would understand my love for you if it was for the greater good.” You could’ve sworn you saw his gaze flicker to your lips, even for just a second, but you managed to convince yourself that it was nothing.
You were also damn grateful your positions weren’t swapped right now, or else the rapid thumping of your heart would’ve given everything away.
“The greater good of the party.”
Your eyebrows furrowed. “What?” Of-fucking-course it was a joke, you thought to yourself as you rolled your eyes and shoved Stu away from you. And to think you let your hopes get high, thinking Stu might’ve reciprocated just a sliver of the feelings you felt for him. “Oh, right, the party,” you stammered once your thoughts came flooding back to you.
You could think straight now, no distractions clouding your judgment. You began to hyperfixate on anything and everything; how Stu’s hair was slightly messy from rolling around on your bed; how your textbooks and notebook were long discarded, which you assumed happened whilst you were busy gawking over the physical and emotional intimacy you thought was occurring between the two of you; how your cheeks were most likely a bit flushed from not only the embarrassment, but the flustered feeling you experienced just a few seconds before your sudden drop from your emotional high; and how Billy was still standing there against the doorframe and had watched everything that just happened between his two best friends.
“It’s, uh,” you cleared your throat. “Sure. It’s fine, we can throw a party. Just, I don’t know, don’t invite the whole school. And tell them to throw their used condoms away.”
Billy and Stu’s faces lit up at the sound of your approval, the two immediately scrambling around to begin preparing for the party.
“I’ll pick up Tatum and Sidney, and we can go on a quick food run while you and Billy start setting up and inviting people?” Stu spoke, his words coming out in the form of a question more than a statement. He grabbed his jacket from the corner of your headboard and slipped it over his shoulders, snatching his car keys from the surface of your desk and waving it around.
You nodded your head and ushered him to the front door, reminding him to get your favorite snacks and a new tub of disinfectant wipes before closing the door on him. As soon as you locked the door and turned around, you found Billy standing at the top of your staircase with an accusing eyebrow raised.
“Don’t give me that look, Bill.” You scoffed softly, shuffling into the kitchen. You didn’t wait for an answer from him as you began wiping down the countertops with the last few disinfectant wipes you had, putting the clean plates in the cabinets and the bread loaves back into the pantry.
The sound of his quiet footsteps echoed in your ears before you heard his voice once again, now much closer to you than before, “You’re being risky, doll. Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what? I’m being normal, if anything.”
Billy practically rolled his eyes into the back of his head at your rebuttal. “Don’t start things you can’t finish. You’re making a mess that I’m not willing to clean up.”
“Okay, I don’t understand why you care so much. And I never asked you to clean up my fucking messes, either! I can handle myself, so don’t involve yourself in business that doesn’t concern you.”
“Of course it concerns me!” He began to raise his voice just as you did yours. “You’re both my best friends and I don’t wanna see shit go down because you couldn’t keep your hands and words to yourself—“
“I couldn’t ‘keep my hands to myself’? Stu was the one that initiated everything that just happened between us!”
“Barely anything happened between you, first of all. And it’s not like he didn’t give you a choice, doll. He did what he wanted to do, but you didn’t have to play along.” The blond boy took a few deep breaths as he attempted to calm himself, unusual to his typical characteristic of favoring chaos.
You followed his actions, not wanting to start a major argument with one of your best friends before a party you were to host. “Billy, I really don’t understand why you’re putting so much thought into this. It shouldn’t be that big of a deal, especially not to you.”
“I–” he cut himself off, sighing. He squinted his eyes shut and rolled his head off to the side, as if what he was about to say was something that could physically hurt him. He pursed his lips with much reluctancy, taking a good look at your face as he weighed his options. His dark eyes scanned your face with a certain emotion you were never used to seeing from him, before he finally spoke up, “I care. I do this because I care about you, and I care about Stu, and I really don’t want anything to split us up. I’m not willing to choose sides.”
Your mouth fought to let out a “this isn’t like you,” but you ultimately decided against it when you saw the look on your friend’s face. He was being serious.
But it meant he had no hope for you and Stu. If he was saying the things he did—that he didn’t want anything to split the three of you up, that he wasn’t willing to choose sides—it meant he was completely sure you had no chance whatsoever.
There was no other explanation to it. Not in your eyes, at least.
So you took a long, long look at Billy. You looked at him for a while. You looked at how his expression gradually softened, how his eyebrows furrowed in a concerned manner. You gazed into the eyes that bore straight back into you, looking—no, waiting for an answer. And eventually, you decided to let it go.
“Fine,” you gave up. “Whatever. Just help me with the cleaning up, please?”
The boy nodded at your request and got to work, sweeping down the floors and making sure the house wasn’t a mess by the time people came to the party. After an hour, you both flopped onto the couch with exhausted huffs, allowing the fatigue to take over.
Billy slowly turned his head to look at you, and with half-lidded eyes, he mumbled, “Should we go call some people and invite them now?” He watched as you nodded tiredly and reached over your limp body to grab the landline phone from the side table, dialing a set of ten numbers into it before hearing the dial tone. The person on the other end picked up, causing him to feign energy.
He smiled as if the person could see his expression, exclaiming, “Corynn! Hi, how are you?” A response from the other end. “Wanna come to a party tonight?” Another response. “Great! I’ll give you the address,” he offered, reciting your address without any lack of memory. “See you there!” As soon as the call ended, his fake expression dropped, his gaze flitting to you as he muttered, “Hate that bitch. She cheated on me when we were dating, so I killed her little boy toy.”
“That’s where you went?” You furrowed your eyebrows, recalling back to the summer when your friend had randomly disappeared with the Ghostface costume, only to come back with his dagger and mask covered in blood. “I thought you killed that girl who was talking shit about me in Calculus.”
“Killed her too,” Billy added nonchalantly, dialing in a new number and holding the phone up to his ear once again. The back and forth calls happened for another thirty minutes or so, the blond boy calling every girl he kissed and telling them to tell their friends. He, of course, told a few of the guys he was acquainted with, and by the time Stu, Sidney and Tatum arrived at your house, at least half the school had heard about the party happening at your house.
Tatum walked into your house through the front door, a few grocery bags hanging from her arms as she announced, “I’ve gotten seven calls in the past fifteen minutes from people telling me about your party. Stu said it was just gonna be a small get-together.” She placed the bags of your favorite snacks down on the counter, calling for her boyfriend to put the food in the pantry where it belonged (everyone knew that only Stu and Billy knew every inch of your house and could navigate it with their eyes closed).
“Billy went a little crazy with the invites,” you whispered into her ear as you walked past her and out the front door, opting to help the others out with getting the remainder of the groceries. “Don’t tell him I said that, though.”
The blonde girl laughed at your words and followed you out, planting a kiss on Stu’s lips as he walked into the house with bags of alcohol in his arms. Sidney gave you a look, her gaze flickering back to the couple every so often as you made a few trips between the car and the kitchen. You grabbed your friends’ dresses from the front seat of the car, complimenting the clothes when you walked into your house.
Tatum and Stu were now in the corner of the kitchen flirting quietly, their excuse of putting the groceries away being seen through immediately.
“Whose fake ID did you use this time?” Billy questioned as he raked through the bag of alcoholic beverages, pulling out a few beers and putting them in the fridge. Sidney brought the last of the groceries in and responded to his question with little to no attention directed towards him, her focus now turned to the fact that you were calling her upstairs to your room to change into your dresses.
You ordered the boys to do the rest of the unpacking and setting up as you bounded up the stairs with your friend, telling Tatum to “come up whenever she was done making out with her boyfriend.” Sidney elbowed you in the side, giving you a look, but you only ignored her wordless sayings as you draped the dresses over your forearm and brought them into your room.
Placing them onto the edge of your bed, you grabbed Sidney’s dress and shoved it into her arms, telling her to change so you could see her dolled up and looking cute. She entered your closet and walked back out after a few minutes, flattening the sides of her dress.
Almost as if she timed it on purpose, Tatum walked into your room with a giddy smile, her lips slightly swollen from what you knew was a heavy makeout session with your best friend. Her eyes flickered to you, then to the brunette girl standing in her dress, and she almost let out a scream. “Sidney, you look amazing!” She then turned to you with the bright grin still plastered onto her face, telling you to go change, too.
You hesitantly walked into your closet, closing the door behind you as your eyes located the section in your closet for the dresses you owned. You didn’t own too many of them, but you had enough for each special occasion in the year. You brought your hand up to the dark red dress you had hung up, taking it off its hanger and bringing it up to your body.
Turning to the mirror you had in your closet, you looked deeply into your reflection as you analyzed the look, bringing your left hand up to play with your hair as you tried to imagine yourself wearing it to a party you were hosting.
The dress had mesh sleeves with rhinestones attached to every other connection point, and the low-cut, square neckline gave you a confident aura. The skirt came down to your mid-thigh and hugged you in all the right places, but you couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit unnatural in it. You loved the way you looked in it–surprisingly and atypically–but you couldn’t help but shake the feeling that you wouldn’t “wow” the crowd.
When you walked out of your closet to find Tatum already in her champagne-colored dress, sitting on the edge of your bed and waiting for you, you finally realized that you would never “wow” the crowd whenever you were around her.
Her beautiful dress emphasized her curves and made her pop out, the glittery material sparkling with the slightest movements she made. The spaghetti straps paired with the low neckline looked perfect on her, and all of a sudden, you felt fat in your dress. The dress that made you feel powerful five seconds ago was now the same dress that you felt the fattest in. You immediately wrapped your arms around your waist at the sight of Tatum’s figure, cowering into yourself compared to the confident walk you exited your closet with.
“Guys, I don’t really know if this dress suits me,” you trailed off, looking everywhere but your friends’ eyes. Their jaws dropped as if they were offended by your statement–they were, because you looked amazing and you couldn’t see it–and protests immediately flew out of their mouths.
“What are you talking about? You look absolutely stunning in that dress!”
“It’s like it was tailored just for you! It suits you perfectly, don’t worry.”
“Really? Thanks, guys.” You trailed off, feeling shy under your friends’ gazes. Before you could say any more, the blonde girl hauled you and Sidney off to your bathroom, convincing the both of you to let her do your hair and makeup.
Meanwhile, Stu and Billy remained downstairs and continued to prepare for the party, the latter dropping a few hints here and there about your harbored feelings for the taller boy.
His opinions about you and Stu had changed during the short period of time he had been left alone with his friend, and in realizing that the two of you would definitely be happier together, he decided he would intervene in a manner that would never have been expected from him.
Billy was the type of guy to fuck around and not give a shit, no matter what the situation was. Why he was practically matchmaking his best friends and playing cupid, no one would be able to figure that out. Hell, he couldn’t even figure it out himself.
“I’m surprised she agreed to the party,” the blond boy commented in reference to you. “She would’ve never said yes if I asked her.”
Stu chuckled, “Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m very clearly the favorite.” He leaned against the counter and took a knife from the knife block, examining how sharp the blade was. “You think she’d put the mask on for me? Get a little knife-crazy?” He twirled the knife around in his hands, his signature ‘crazy’ look beginning to form in his eyes.
Billy shrugged his shoulders, acting clueless about your true feelings as he played along with Stu’s ideas, “Maybe. Why?” He locked eyes with his best friend, a smirk already crawling onto his lips. “You thinkin’ about getting another one off the list?”
And with a mischievous grin, Stu cheered, “Hell yeah!”
Ever since the beginning of the party, you had been everywhere and nowhere at the same time. It had been an hour since people had first arrived, and you had shamelessly stuck to Billy’s side the whole time. He was grateful, secretly, since he didn’t have to falsely entertain girls until they became bored of him—you practically clung onto him like a koala to a tree.
Stu and Tatum had only managed to stick around with the two of you for a new record of fourteen whole minutes before they ran off someplace that would definitely need to be sanitized after. Sidney, too, spent a majority of the time alongside you, but even she got bored.
You saw her walk away with a redheaded boy you recognized from your Literature class, and Billy was undoubtedly seething, but with one look at you, he was back at your side with an arm loosely wrapped around your waist.
The house was bustling with more people than you thought were invited, and although it made you the slightest bit uncomfortable, you found comfort in the normality of throwing a giant party filled with every upperclassmen from your highschool in your otherwise empty home. Being in a trio of psychopathic killers had its perks—like being able to get rid of whoever you wanted, per se—but it also sort of stripped you of the regular opportunities that came with being a normal high schooler. You had gotten so used to going out in your Ghostface mask with Stu and Billy that a typical night of senior parties seemed abnormal to you.
But now, in the comfort of your own home and the knowledge of your two best friends being in the vicinity with you, all three of the costumes that were hidden in the very back of your closet became a fleeting thought in your racing mind.
“Do you wanna get another drink? I’m gettin’ tired of the beers, doll,” Billy suggested, waiting for your nonverbal response before gently guiding you past the group of boys playing beer pong on your expensive dining room table and entering the kitchen filled with plastic cups and empty beer cans.
As you waited for your best friend to pour you his popular concoction of a random soda and two different alcoholic drinks, you heard a familiar voice call your name out from the other side of the kitchen.
Raising your head to look for the owner of the voice, you were met with the two figures of Tatum and Stu, their hair all disheveled and their lips swollen from all the kissing they must’ve done. It enraged you the slightest bit, but the alcohol in your system was making you drowsy enough to not care as much as you normally would’ve. Billy whispered a few provoking comments into your ear, trying to work you up to see what your reaction would be, but you only shoved him off and sent him an annoyed glance. You turned back to the couple and faked a wide, lopsided grin, “Yeah, Stu? You wanted a drink?”
The tall boy nodded with a matching smile, declaring, “You’ve always known me the best. You’re amazing, you know that?” He extended his hand out to receive the red solo cup from your hand, thanking you with a wink.
“I’m the best, I know.” You muttered, wiping your hands along the seam of your dress. You looked up at Tatum’s lovestruck face, gritting your teeth at the thought that it could’ve been you that Stu loved. But, reluctantly, you pushed the thought into the deep, dark depths of your mind and ushered the two lovebirds into the bustling living room. “You two go have fun!”
Billy stood right behind you, watching as they dawdled off to the edge of the stairs before quickly stumbling back over to you.
“My dearest best friend,” the brown-haired boy began once more, a wishful gaze plastered across his expression. “Do you mind if we . . . go up to your bedroom?”
Your fake smile immediately fell into a deep scowl. “No.”
“Please?” Tatum whined, practically hanging off of Stu’s arm. “C’mon, you know us! It’s not like we’re strangers or anything.”
“It’s still a no.”
“Why not?”
“No.”
“Why?” Stu repeated, more agitated.
A scoff escaped your lips. “You’re both drunk off your asses right now. I’m not letting any couple I know have sex in my bed, let alone a drunk-as-hell couple.”
You craned your neck to look at Billy in a silent attempt for backup. He just shrugged with a mischievous smirk. “It’s your room. Your call.”
“No, Stu. You can’t fuck in my room. End of conversation.” You said as you looked your friend straight in the eye.
Tatum still wasn’t convinced, “Just this one time? We’ll never ask you for this aga—”
And then you snapped. “For fuck’s sake, no means no, Tatum! I don’t care how sober you are or if you’ll ever ask for it again! God!” You ran your hands down your face as your chest heaved, your anger slowly bubbling up inside you. For weeks, you had successfully buried your crush on Stu into a place so difficult to get into, not even Billy could unlock it. But now, at the party that both Billy and Stu persuaded you to host, you were finally letting it out. You didn’t have to look back to know that the blond boy’s small smirk had now become a full-blown evil grin.
The girl flinched at your tone of voice and shrunk into her boyfriend’s side, nodding her head sadly as she slowly backed out of the kitchen. Stu, who was clearly more sober than his girlfriend, sent you a protective glare, almost telling you that he would talk to you about the outburst as soon as he got the chance to.
But you? You could’ve given less fucks. You were practically seething, getting angrier and angrier the more you looked at the two of them. Billy placed his hands on your shoulders and spun you around, forcing you to look him in the eye as he spoke to you.
“You saw that, right? Tatum tried to force you to let her and Stu have sex in your room, and when you spoke your mind, she got all sad. You know what that did. That made Stu real mad at you, huh, doll?” He looked at your livid expression before continuing. “What are you gonna do about it, hm? Are you gonna take care of it? Or are you just gonna let it go like you have been for the past few weeks?”
You said nothing.
“Do you want me to handle it?”
Again, you said nothing.
“Dolly, if you want something, you gotta answer me.”
Still nothing.
“Fine, let it go if you—”
“You want me to kill her, yeah? Want me to slit her fucking throat? I’ll fucking do it, Billy. That make you happy? Huh?” If someone had taken a good look at you, they would’ve seen your eyes darken and your jaw clench, your entire demeanor shifting from the cute, innocent girl to the mastermind behind all the Ghostface killings.
If Stu was the brawns of the operation and Billy was the brains, you might as well have been the whole operation in itself.
The mere sound of your gritty voice told Billy all he needed to know. He leaned closer to you, and with a smirk, he said, “Then go fucking do it.”
With anticipation, the boy followed you upstairs and to your room. You practically flung your closet door open and pulled one of the planks out of the floor, revealing your Ghostface costume, knife and mask.
“There she is,” he hummed.
You hastily threw everything on in a flurry of rage, alcohol and unhealthy coping mechanisms, turning the voice modulator on with an evil grin to match Billy’s. You both stared at each other for a few seconds before you spoke up, “Well? What are you waiting for? Go!” And then you climbed onto the roof just above the garage (which was off to the side of your house), waiting patiently.
The shingles of the roof were beginning to dig into the flesh of your thighs before you heard the heavy door open and close. You smirked. Quietly climbing down the roof and landing on the pads of your toes, you snuck into the large room through the open garage door, managing to go unnoticed. Then, you silently made your way over to the door leading into the house, as well as the pad that controlled the opening and closing of the garage door. There, kneeled down at the bottom of the refrigerator, was Tatum in her skimpy little dress—the one you were still so, so jealous of—as she grabbed a couple of beers.
You tilted your head at the back of her head and played around with your sharp knife, prodding your finger at the pointy tip of the blade. You heard the soft click of the lock from the other side of the door, which was followed by three light taps against the wooden material, assuring that Billy was on the other side standing guard.
And when the blonde girl turned around and looked straight at you, you knew it was showtime.
She rolled her eyes at first, still making her way towards you as if you weren’t the real Ghostface. “Oh, I’m so scared!” She mocked. “You’re not funny, Billy. I know it’s you.”
When you shook your head at her, you could see the slight confusion in her eyes.
“Stu?”
You shook your head once more.
She scoffed, but you could hear her shaky breath loud and clear. “This is a lame joke, guys. I’m not scared!” She was projecting her voice like anyone else could hear her, but in reality, the music was blasting much too loud for her meek words to be heard. “You can move now.”
But you didn’t budge.
Tatum was starting to get annoyed, and you could tell. It was amusing. “Oh, I get it. You wanna play psycho killer,” she said again, holding the beers in her arms as she continued. “Please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!”
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “I’m not a fucking dude.” And your blade sliced right through her stomach. Her blood-curdling scream only made your adrenaline pump even more, pulling the knife out of her flesh with a squelch. You watched pitifully as she tried to run towards the open garage door, but to her demise, you had already closed it shut. You bounded over to her in a few steps, pinning her to the garage floor as you dangled your dagger above her face.
Tatum tried to shove you off of her body multiple times, but she failed every single time. “Get off me!” She exclaimed, the beers now rolling to the side of the garage and forgotten in the heat of the moment. “Help! Someone! Please, help!”
“No one can hear you, dumbass.” You scoffed at her stupidity. “Any last words, little Tatum? Wanna say anything before I slit your throat? Figure out who I am?” The knife was pressed against the thin flesh of her neck, already beginning to draw blood from the pressure.
She still struggled against you. Through gritted teeth, she growled, “I don’t give a flying fuck who you are. Go to hell.”
“Oh, sweetie,” you smirked, pulling your mask off, “I’m already fucking there.”
Tatum’s eyes were blown wide at the revelation of your identity, her voice dying down, “How could you?”
“Don’t try and make me feel bad for you. You stole the love of my fucking life, Tatum. You knew I had feelings for him and you still went after him. Who the fuck does that?”
“Who the fuck slits their best friend’s throat?” She rebutted.
“No, don’t do that. Don’t turn this around on me. We are not best friends. You’re the reason I turned out like this. Best friends don’t do that. Fuck you.”
You dug the knife into her throat, swiping it across with a satisfying slice. Her last words were mutters of your name, and you couldn’t have felt prouder. You watched as the life slowly left her eyes, getting off of her body and sauntering over to the door. You rapped your knuckles against it three times, just like your best friend had done before, and within milliseconds, it had opened with a proud Billy standing right behind it.
“I heard everything,” he gloated. “I’m proud of you, doll. Sounded like a badass in there.” Before you could respond to him, you caught Stu’s figure bounding down the stairs in a hurry. A slight panic took over your body, and you immediately hid behind one of the storage boxes before he could see you.
The taller boy pushed Billy aside, and at the sight of his girlfriend’s lifeless body, he gawked, “Holy shit.”
The blond boy almost cackled, “Right? Didn’t think our little doll was capable of killing someone in such cold blood.”
Stu let out a surprised laugh, “She did this? Fuck, I might be in love.”
“Aw, don’t go falling in love with me now, Stu,” you came out of your hiding spot with an overwhelming amount of newfound confidence at the sound of Stu’s joking confession. “Thought you’d be a little more upset that I just killed your little girlfriend.”
He only shrugged, “Yeah, maybe. But it’s you. Makes it kinda hot, don’t you think?” You hummed to question his words. Pulling you closer to him by your waist, he threw the knife onto the ground and brought your arms up to wrap around his neck. “Killing your best friend’s girlfriend ‘cause he’s the love of your life, and all? I’d say that’s pretty hot.”
“You heard that?” Your cheeks burned knowing that Stu heard you call him the ‘love of your life’.
“‘Course I did.”
You blushed even harder, looking down at the concrete floor of the garage.
“And just so you know,” he spoke up again, lifting your chin up with his pointer finger and thumb to gain your attention, “you’re the love of my life, too.”
warnings: no use of y/n, angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of child abuse, strong language
regulus black x fem!slughorn!reader
word count: 2k
part two of “she’s all i wanna be so bad”
(part one)
summary: as you wanted, regulus finally confronts you, but it doesn’t go the way either of you planned
notes: YES I’M ALIVE!!! this is literally so late AND I KNOW YOU’VE ALL BEEN WAITING and it didn’t go the way i originally planned for it to go but i think i like it a bit better than part one.. reader may be a bit dramatic but i really enjoyed writing this near the end so i hope you all enjoy!! (ps i’m so sorry in advance (and this is slightly proofread so if there are any mistakes i apologize!))
and for me, at least, this will be posted on thanskgiving day, so for all the people who celebrate thanksgiving, think of it as a thanksgiving gift :)
FOR THE PAST few weeks after the incident with Regulus and his new girlfriend, you haven’t spoken to him once. You tried, but he paid you no mind as he was too focused on his brand new girlfriend. He ignored you every day, and all it did was put a sour taste in your mouth. But you couldn’t get rid of the feelings you still had.
Eventually, though, you gave up. You switched seats with Adaléne in Potions, you bribed a boy on the opposite side of the Charms classroom to swap seats with you, and you stopped eating with him during your meals. He barely even noticed.
You spent all your time in the library with your nose stuffed in some type of book, either studying for your upcoming assessments or filling up your free time with the small bit of entertainment you had left after you reluctantly walked out of Regulus’ life. A bit immature and melodramatic, some would say, but it truly pained you to see him with her every second of every day.
You would be lying if you said you didn’t have a small sliver of hope to gain attention from your best friend—or ex-best friend—but you would never admit that. To anyone.
So, instead, you remained quiet in the presence of silence and the thousand of books that surrounded you, as well as a few other students in your year.
After a while, you stepped outside the library to find a drink and quench your thirst, but your belongings were left sitting on the table. It only took you five minutes. You only stepped in the Great Hall for a minute and grabbed a Goblet. You didn’t notice that Regulus and Adaléne were gone, nor would you have cared even if you did notice.
You weren’t even gone for that long.
But it was long enough for you to find the two missing people sitting at the table your belongings were at, and it was definitely long enough for them to be kissing shamelessly.
A scowl crossed your lips before you eventually mucked up the courage to walk over to your table and grab your things, preferably unnoticed by the obnoxious couple.
Regulus recognized your heavy footsteps even with his eyes closed and his lips on another girl’s, just as quickly as he recognized your things that lay on the table opposite of their seats.
Your head was a flurry of anger, annoyance, and agony all rolled up into one. You were hurting just as bad as you were when you first found them all those weeks ago in the Slytherin dungeons, and you had no idea how to make it go away.
Your heart was beating as fast as the pain was shooting through you, your emotional pain translating into physical pain somewhere in your brain—possibly the same place you came up with the brilliant idea to fall for your best friend, who would never, ever, fall in love with you.
You held your breath in and squinted your eyes shut for a few seconds. Looping your arm through your bag and stuffing your borrowed books into its cotton material, you picked up your papers from your earlier classes and walked away. Your head was held high, and your body radiated confidence, but all you were feeling on the inside was dread and pain. Just being around Regulus and being unable to speak to him (mostly due to your own pride and embarrassment) was enough torture to last you years worth of suffering.
The curly-haired boy pulled away from Adaléne’s touch and sighed into her lips. She took it as a content sigh, but he knew what it really meant. While he pretended like he didn’t notice you hastily grabbing your things, everything about you was flooding his senses.
Your perfume overpowered his girlfriend’s by a large margin, even though he was pressed up against her instead of you. Or maybe he was just imagining it because he wished he was with you instead.
The doors to the library shut with a soft echo, signaling that you’d completely left the vicinity.
Adaléne leaned closer to Regulus’ face to resume their kiss, but he dipped his head away and squinted his eyes shut. Letting out a small exhale, he pushed himself off his seat and straightened the collar of his robe, gently pushing his girlfriend back down when she was beginning to stand up.
“No, no, stay,” he spoke gently despite the strong fire burning behind his eyes. “You need to study. I just have a headache.”
Adaléne furrowed her eyebrows and began to stand up again. “I will take care of you—“
“Ada, I’ll be fine. Focus on your studies.” Regulus pursed a smile and pressed a kiss onto his girlfriend’s forehead before leaving the library.
Immediately, he heaved the doors open and followed the faint sound of your footsteps, leading him to the dungeons and eventually, the Slytherin common room. You made it to your dorm room before the boy could catch you, so he used the lost time to his advantage and hurried to his own dorm room.
He could finally make it up to you.
And so, with that thought etched into his mind, he grabbed the bookmark that he had so carefully looked over for the past few weeks and held it gently in his hand.
Pushing his door open, Regulus flattened his robes against his body and briskly walked to your dorm room, rapping his knuckles against the hard surface of your door. After a few seconds and a bit of muffled shuffling behind the thick material of the dorm room walls, you finally opened the door with glossy eyes.
Those same glossy eyes shot open at the mere sight of the dark-haired boy, your hands immediately coming up to your face to wipe away any stray tears that may have fallen without your notice. “Regulus,” you spoke breathlessly, a shaky exhale leaving your mouth. “What are you doing here?”
Before everything that happened, you would have never even thought to ask Regulus what he was doing at your dorm room door. In fact, he wouldn’t even have to knock. He could’ve just walked in wordlessly, and no one would’ve said a thing; not even your roommates (if they were there).
But things change. They did change.
“I—“ he sighed. “I just wanted to drop your bookmark off. I know it’s your favorite one, so you must’ve been looking for it for some time, yeah?”
You tried your hardest to hide the joy that creeped onto your face once you locked eyes with your beloved bookmark, not wanting to show any drastic emotions in front of the boy you used to call your best friend. “Thank you,” you muttered, taking the green ribbon from the boy’s hands. “Was that all you came here for?”
You could see different waves of emotion wash up on Regulus’ face, holding back the comments that were building up inside of you.
Eventually, he spoke with great reluctance, “No. I actually wanted to talk to you about some things, if that’s alright with you.”
Pursing your lips and contemplating how detrimental this would be to your relationship, you ultimately nodded your head and swung the door open a bit more, allowing him into the dormitory with a hesitant expression.
You both sat on the edge of your bed, your posture perfect and proper, sitting as if you were a robot. You were clearly on edge, and your body language said everything. It made Regulus all the more uneasy, seeing your uncomfortable stiffness fill the room with even more tension than before. All he wished was for you to flop on the bed with a relaxed smile, to go back to when you trusted each other with your lives.
“So,” you began, “what did you want to talk about?”
The boy remained silent for a few seconds, trying to find the right words. It felt like everything was slipping just off the tip of his tongue. “I don’t really know how to say this,” he trailed off. “I, uhm, don’t think Adaléne’s the right girl for me.” He wrung his hands together, a nervous habit he’d been attached to since you were both small children.
A strained laugh slipped past your lips. “I don’t understand what this has to do with me, Regulus. I’m sorry to hear that, but I don’t know what you expect me to do.”
“There is a girl that’s right for me, and I know it,” he began, locking eyes with you.
You frowned. You knew where this was going, and you didn’t want it to happen. “This has nothing to do with me. I don’t know why you’re telling me this.”
“You do know why I’m telling you this.”
“No, I really don’t!”
“Yes, you do!” He was beginning to become impatient, and you could tell by his voice.
“I don’t!” You bit back in a frustrated tone.
And then, he finally snapped. “I love you! I don’t love Adaléne, I never did! I don’t want her, I want you! I need you!”
His outburst caused a domino reaction, immediately unlocking a new level of rage you didn’t know you had inside you. “You ‘need me’?” You laughed humorlessly. “Is this a joke?”
Regulus’ face immediately fell, “No, it’s not a joke! I would never joke about this—“
“You don’t get to throw away the years we had for a new girl and then expect me to take you in when you come crawling back and tell me that you ‘don’t want her’. I’m not a fucking second choice, Regulus!” You spat, anger bubbling inside you. “You didn’t even try to talk to me or come find me! You just ran off with her because she was your newest toy to play with! You didn’t even notice how I kept trying to keep contact with you! I waited and waited for you to come back and apologize, to tell me that you were sorry for ignoring me! But you didn’t.”
The boy stuttered, shocked by your sudden burst of anger, “I—look—I’m—I’m sorry, I really am.”
“‘Sorry’? ‘Sorry’ doesn’t mean anything! You can say sorry for the shit you did, but it’s not going to fix a thing! You replaced me with the snap of your finger, Regulus! I’ve loved you since we were eleven, and you didn’t even hesitate to leave me for some girl you’d just met!” Tears streamed down your face, but you could’ve given less fucks. “Why was she so much better, huh? What did she have that I didn’t? What did she do that was so much better than everything I did?”
Regulus was left speechless.
“Do you even know what I’ve done for you? Do you even care for the things I’ve done? Do you?” You harshly pushed your hands against the boy’s chest, causing him to lean backwards and fall onto the post of your bed. “Whenever your parents tortured you, I was the one that was there for you! When your father was drunk off his arse every night, and your mother sided with him, I helped you! When Sirius left you all alone with your parents, I stayed with you that whole night! When you came to me with a black eye and bruises all over your body, I tended to you! It was me! Not Adaléne! Me! It was always me!”
Your cheeks were flushed, your chest heaving from the pained speech that you practically screamed out. Tear stains ran down your cheeks and your chin, your makeup now effectively ruined. You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down before speaking through gritted teeth, “So don’t tell me you ‘love’ me. Because we both know that’s a lie. Now, please, get out of my dorm.”
Regulus knew there was no point in arguing. He ruined your friendship, your relationship, and there was no going back from that.
So, with a heavy heart, he slowly pushed himself off your bed. He thought twice to ask you if you could still be friends after all this, but only a fool would think such an instance would be possible.
And after one last glance at your broken figure, he walked out of your dorm room, closed the door, and pretended he couldn’t hear the violent sobs that racked your body from the unbearable pain only he could have caused you.
Please please do a part 2 for shes all I wanna be 🙏🏽
I’M TRYING I PROMISEEE!! i’m switching back and forth between two stories i have planned out for you all (one being the part 2) but i’m trying to get it out as soon as possible!!
warnings: no use of y/n, slughorn calling you sweetheart (a jumpscare in itself), regulus being oblivious, slight angst
regulus black x fem!slughorn!reader
word count: 1.2k
(part two)
summary: being slughorn’s daughter, you were immediately sorted into slytherin, where you befriended the infamous regulus black. throughout your five years at hogwarts, you only grew closer to the youngest son of walburga and orion black, and you just so happened to develop feelings for him. unfortunately for you, a beauxbatons transferee would steal his heart before you could even manage to grasp the fact that he had yours.
notes: THIS IS UNBEARABLY SHORT I’M TERRIBLY SORRY, i wanted to get something out for you guys so you wouldn’t have to go through a long wait!! i do have a part 2 in mind if anyone would like to read it, and while this is definitely not my best work and i don’t really like it.. i PROMISE it’ll get better once i get the hang of tumblr fics!
THE EERIE SILENCE of the Slytherin common room was relaxing at night, the high-positioned windows allowing the dim moonlight to shine through the dark living space. The light crackling of the sparks from the fireplace echoed against the stone walls, and the only other audible sound was the crinkly noises of your book’s pages.
They had been soaked with water just a day prior, when an entourage of snobby Ravenclaws ‘accidentally’ tipped their goblets over. You were only grateful it wasn’t pumpkin juice, just as they should’ve been grateful that your best friend was there to hold you back from hexing them in front of your professors.
Everything would have gone red if it weren’t for Regulus. He was always there for you when — wait, where was he? You couldn’t quite remember where he told you he was running off to, only that he had the most shit-eating grin you had ever seen him bear. His pearly-whites were shining ever-so-brightly, and not even the appearance of his parents could dampen his spirit.
Being the most amazing best friend you could be, you didn’t pry and only let him be, ultimately deciding to head down to the common room and read your book in the peace and quiet that came with it.
“For the love of Merlin, Reg, you’re practically bouncing your leg off,” you had commented during Potions.
Regulus had been spinning his quill between his fingers as if he hadn’t just dipped it into a fresh pot of ink, biting a smile back as he gazed off into the furthest wall of the confined classroom. You were snapping your fingers in an attempt to gain his attention, but your efforts were to no avail. All he did was hum and spit out a “yeah, sure.”
“Have you even been paying attention to any of the instructions?”
“Of course, I have, dimwi—“
And then she walked in. A pretty girl, one of the prettiest you’ve ever seen, with long, luscious, blonde locks cascading down her shoulders and back. You were sure you could run a pine cone through her hair, and it still wouldn’t get tangled. It was like she had some sort of glowy aura radiating all around her.
You hated it.
Correction, you hated the way he looked at her. The way his eyes almost popped straight out of his skull at the mere sight of her undeniable beauty was unbearable for you to watch.
That’s why he was giggling to himself, you thought to yourself when the whole class went dead silent. Your father shot her a welcoming smile and trotted over to her with his hand extended out. You could make out the small, white paper that the girl held in her hands — oh, Merlin, her hands. They were absolute perfection; her figure itself seemed like it was sculpted by the Gods.
No wonder Regulus was completely and utterly awestruck.
“Is this the correct class?” Her accent, from what you could tell, was a very thick French accent, a sign that she was from the Beauxbatons Academy. And there was no way you could compete with a Beauxbatons girl. “You are Professor Slughorn, yes?”
Your father nodded his head and led her to the front of the class, “Indeed, I am. You’ve come to the right class! What is your name, dear girl? Go ahead, introduce yourself to the class.”
The girl clasped her hands behind her back as she spoke. Her posture was impeccable, straight enough to hold the whole library on her head if she wished to. Her voice was full of light and confidence, which only added to the already-long list of reasons why your best friend was head-over-heels for her.
“My name is Adaléne, and I am a transfer student from Beauxbatons. Thank you for welcoming me into Hogwarts,” she beamed, her rosy cheeks lifting when she smiled.
Maybe it was the intensity of your emotions, or maybe it was just the fact that you were a Slytherin, but you were glaring so hard that if looks could kill, she would’ve been six feet underground the second she stepped foot into the Potions classroom.
Your father said a few more things to her and the class, but you had tuned his words out. You only focused back when you felt Regulus’ soft taps on your thigh. Your gaze immediately softened as you looked at him, the sole feeling of his fingers against your leg being enough to bring you down from the rage that was building up inside of you. He nodded towards your dad, who was now looking straight at you with a concerned gaze.
“Sweetheart, could you and Mister Black fill Adaléne in on the curriculum and the topic for today?” He asked, already bringing the blonde girl over to your table before you had enough time to respond.
You and Regulus looked like complete opposites, his excited grin contrasting with your deadpan look. For the rest of the class period, you sat there expressionless, watching Regulus and Adaléne flirt with one another. Just watching.
Now, you sat alone on the couch before the fireplace, toying around with your bookmark as your eyes fluttered over the inked words on your pages. Your ears almost perked up when you heard Regulus’ voice trailing through the entrance of the common room, your book becoming the least of your worries.
You heaved yourself off the green couch and plastered a grin onto your face while you tugged on the knitted sweater you fished from your best friend’s clothes. The sleeves fell just past your fingertips, shielding you from the chilly temperature of the dungeons during wintertime. You opened your mouth to call out the boy’s name, but before a word could leave your mouth, you heard his name leave her mouth.
“Oh, Regulus,” she sighed dreamily, her black Hogwarts robes draping down to her expensive shoes. You could hear her giggle behind her hand, and as soon as the boy’s figure came into your line of sight, your smile dropped.
Regulus had his arm wrapped firmly around her waist, and his face was littered with pink lipstick stains. His cheeks were flushed just as rosy as the color of Adaléne’s lipstick was, and his hair was run rugged from what you could assume was the girl running her hands through his thick curls. Maybe you were jumping to conclusions, but every detail only led you to worse and worse ideas.
You could barely manage to stand there without feeling the urge to vomit or scream. For the few seconds you looked at the two, you saw Regulus’ wide grin when Adaléne cupped his cheeks and beamed up at him, and all you could wonder was why that wasn’t you.
Your book found its place in your hands, and as quickly as you could, you swiveled on your heel and dashed into your dorm.
You didn’t even notice the bookmark you dropped, and you definitely didn’t notice Regulus’ regretful, burning gaze piercing through the back of your skull.
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steve rogers , pietro maximoff , marc spector/moon knight
IN WHICH lockwood, your best friend, gives you constant reminders that you're the most beautiful person in the world
ᝰ | i'd buy you anything and everything i can't afford:
( flaming hot cheetos, clairo )
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IN WHICH you're constantly spoiled by your boss, and george and lucy can't help but point it out
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❛ minho ❜
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ᝰ | i think i’m addicted to your lies:
( gemini, ethan low )
☁︎
IN WHICH you and minho have had this back-and-forth situationship going on between you since you showed up as the first (and only) girl in the glade, and you know that all he spouts is lies, but you just can’t seem to help yourself
ᝰ | wonder what it’s like to be next to you:
( next door, amelia moore & astn )
✿
IN WHICH minho always admired you from a distance, whenever you helped people around in the safe haven or spent your time alone reading a book, and he never once failed to imagine what it would be like if he was right by your side
IN WHICH you and jeremiah were the happiest couple in boston, and nothing could come between the two of you . . . until he left for cousins
ᝰ | i need you, baby, to warm these lonely nights:
( can't take my eyes off you, frankie valli )
✿
IN WHICH you've been grounded for two weeks and you were beginning to go crazy, and jeremiah has just the right solution to all your problems
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❛ steven conklin ❜
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ᝰ | i used to think we'd make it far:
( pain, pinkpantheress )
☁︎
IN WHICH being best friends with steven conklin was proving to be the most difficult task you would've ever been assigned, and shayla and taylor weren't making it any easier
ᝰ | you know my heart can't take the pain:
( loverboy, a-wall )
☁︎✿
IN WHICH you, the youngest fisher child, and steven have grown up together, and you've made it a point to flirt with each other every single summer . . . but this time, it hurts
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❛ cam cameron ❜
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ᝰ | i fall in love too easily:
( i fall in love too easily, chet baker )
☁︎✿
IN WHICH it feels like love at first sight when you first lay your eyes on cameron, but of course, like every other boy you've liked, his heart has already been captured by the one and only belly conklin
ᝰ | my youth is yours:
( youth, troye sivan )
✿
IN WHICH you're originally a rebound for cameron, and if nothing more, you would be happy to devote all your youth to him and being his rebound
IN WHICH seeing finnick with annie every second of every day hurts more than all of the pain you felt in the arena combined, and you wonder, maybe this is love
ᝰ | how could you be so reckless?:
( reckless, madison beer )
☁︎
IN WHICH finnick only ever spoke to you to play with your heart, and even johanna's tired of his recklessness
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❛ cato hadley ❜
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ᝰ | maybe this time i'm better alone:
( pity ya, denise julia )
☁︎
IN WHICH you know that cato and clove have feelings for each other, but you've made the mistake of getting your hopes up and convincing yourself into thinking that maybe you have a chance
ᝰ | can you make it last forever?:
( see you again, tyler, the creator & kali uchis )
☁︎✿
IN WHICH you and cato volunteered for the 74th annual hunger games knowing one of you or both of you wouldn't make it
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❛ billy loomis ❜
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ᝰ | i went crazy over you:
( crazy over you, blackpink )
☁︎
IN WHICH your secret admirers all start to disappear as quick as they surfaced, and finding all the blood splatters on your boyfriend's boots felt less and less like coincidences
ᝰ | i can be a better boyfriend than him:
( boyfriend, dove cameron )
☁︎✿
IN WHICH billy has always had a grudge against your boyfriend, for reasons unknown, but when the boy suddenly goes missing, the seeping puddle of blood in billy's closet feels all too suspicious
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ᝰ | come meet my monsters:
( freak, sub urban & rei ami )
☁︎✿
IN WHICH billy and stu have been your best friends for forever, and when they ask you to join in on their little fun, you can't help but say yes
❛ stu macher ❜
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✓ | i wish i knew you wanted me:
( dark red, steve lacy )
☁︎
IN WHICH stu's new relationship with your best friend, tatum, sends you into a downwards spiral, and the ghostface mask becomes all too tempting
ᝰ | i wish i could live without you:
( telephones, vacations )
☁︎✿
IN WHICH you and stu are woodsboro's greatest tag team, along with billy, and being a ghostface just makes you all the more possesive
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ᝰ | come meet my monsters:
( freak, sub urban & rei ami )
☁︎✿
IN WHICH billy and stu have been your best friends for forever, and when they ask you to join in on their little fun, you can't help but say yes
❛ ethan landry ❜
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ᝰ | i like you, so the joke's on me:
( i like red, charlene su )
☁︎✿
IN WHICH you've known about ethan's crush on tara for forever, and you help play cupid, because whenever he's happy, you'll be happy
ᝰ | i guess that i was wrong about forever:
( wrong about forever, jeff bernat )
☁︎
IN WHICH your breakup with ethan spurs from absolutely nowhere, leaving you heartbroken and him . . . well, let's just say the killing streak in new york was even worse than before
ᝰ | say you love me like you mean it:
( strawberry skies, kid travis )
☁︎✿
IN WHICH ethan has been drifting further and further away, and you let him until you just can't take it anymore
IN WHICH you don't believe that you and steve should to be together, especially when he has a framed photo of peggy in his bedroom
ᝰ | so can i call you tonight?:
( can i call you tonight?, dayglow )
✿
IN WHICH you meet a man at a bar, and you hit it off, not knowing he's an avenger
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❛ pietro maximoff ❜
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ᝰ | baby, i just wanna be yours:
( i wanna be yours, arctic monkeys )
☁︎✿
IN WHICH pietro keeps pushing you away despite your obvious reciprocated feelings for him
ᝰ | i see how you look at my sister:
( first burn, shoba narayan, arianna afsar, julia harriman, lexi lawson, rachelle ann go )
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IN WHICH your sister is the one that gains all of pietro's attention, even when it's obvious that her heart belongs to the one closest to him
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❛ moon knight/marc spector ❜
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ᝰ | why'd you only ever call me when you're high?:
( why'd you only call me when you're high?, arctic monkeys )
☁︎✿
IN WHICH it's been years since you and marc have last seen each other—you left each other on the worst possible terms—and he's suddenly calling you at three in the morning
ᝰ | anywhere, babe, is like paris in the rain when i'm with you:
( paris in the rain, lauv )
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IN WHICH you're spending a rainy day afternoon with the love of your life
