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MERRY CHRISTMAS, PLEASE DON'T CALL |LN4

an: This is obviously based on merry Christmas, palase don't call by the bleachers, which I have on repeat ever since it came out. Ik this is a bit depressing, but in a suckered for angst so you can't blame me. This is from the readers point for view.

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December 25th, Christmas.

Outside, the snow was falling softly, the glow of the streetlights casting a yellow glow over it. Her apartment was cold and dark and awfully quiet. Up until a few hours ago, the living room, the very room she was sitting in now, had been so warm, so full of life. 

This year it had been her turn to host the annual family Christmas gathering.The chaos of it had done a good job keeping her distracted. But her family had left hours ago. Normally, said gathering would drag on well into the evening, but this year her parents had left earlier, having flown over to London on Christmas Eve and with the excuse of needing to catch up with jet lag, while her sister and husband had left as soon as Nicole, her niece had started getting sleepy. 

That left her alone, in a messy apartment that suddenly seemed too warm, too bright, suffocating. It took another hour or so to clean up everything. And when everything was back to normal, she sat down on her couch in the living room, watching the snow fall outside with the lights off except for the lights on the christmas tree.

It is weird how fast time moves.

This time last year they were on their way back to his apartment from his parents house. He had taken her to meet this family, insisting that they would love her when she was nervously telling him they might think its too soon on the car ride there. And he was right. His family ended up loving her.

This time last year they were driving home, and when they’d get there, they would change into more comfortable clothes, her in hoodie that belonged to him which had a big 4 printed on the back which made Lando go crazy, and they'd settle down on the couch, covered in blankets and holding a steaming mug of hot chocolate each, while christmas movies played on the tv.

Two years ago today, she hadn’t even known he existed. Well, technically she did, since he was a famous formula 1 driver and all of that, but she’d never met him and she didn’t really care to do so. Two years ago right now, she would have been getting ready for that party her friends insisted she went to. 

That’s where she met him. A Christmas party, hosted by a friend of a friend. She wasn’t big on parties, she never had been. Normally she would sit back, maybe have a drink or two but never more and wait for the time to pass until it was acceptable to leave or until one of her friends decided to ditch. 

Lando was there with a girl, one he had been hooking up with at that fraction in time. And even though it wasn’t serious enough to turn into a relationship, they were friends above all and his plans had been cancelled last minute so he had decided to tag along. 

Now, Lando wasn’t really a loner, quite the contrary actually but he liked to befriend the people who were a bit more closed off. Besides, he had had a lot of practice getting to know his new teammate for next year and so, as soon as he was left alone, he walked up to the first person he judged as socially awkward. That was her.

And the rest was history. 

Two years later, whatever had started that night in December in a quiet corner of a party that neither of them should have really been there in the first place was long gone. Dead and buried under the pain that came with the conclusion that they couldn’t possibly work.

That’s the price that comes with being an F1 driver. And as much as they both would like to think that their relationship was full of happiness and love, the bad moments were nearly as much as the good ones. With him constantly gone and away for races and her too focused on her degree to be with him even when he wasn’t at the other side of the world made up for sure distraction. 

But maybe it was because he wasn’t ready for a relationship and the commitment that came with him or maybe it was because she was new at this and didn’t know how to let him know how she really felt. But most probably it was the fact that they couldn’t communicate their feelings with each other, mainly because they weren’t used to having to do so.

Whatever it was, the outcome was the same. Her sitting alone in a quiet apartment while he was away on a winter vacation, a ski trip somewhere in the french alps with a lot of his friends that had grown to be her friends too while they were still dating. 

She sighed, turning off her phone, not bearing to look at another of their friends' instagram story in which he was featured in. Lately she’d catch herself wondering how it would have been if they were still together. If they had fought for what they had instead of giving up once it all got too much.

She shouldn’t but on the nights she missed him a lot, she goes back and rereads their messages from when they were still dating. Sometimes she typed out paragraphs, asking him to talk or admitting that she never lost feelings and that she wants to try again, but she never sends them, because what would that do either way. 

They weren’t good for each other. They both knew that. He was struggling with his own problems and he couldn’t find a way to let her in, really let her in. And then it was the distance too. He wasn’t present enough, and even though that wasn’t his choice, it worked against them. They weren’t what the other needed, at least not at that moment in time.

Besides, he had moved on. It hadn’t even been a full month after their breakup before he was seen out with a well known model. And even though she knew better than to believe whatever the gossip pages claimed, the idea of him moving on so quickly still hurt.

Her phone dinged with a notification. She immediately reached for it, momentarily hoping that maybe he had reached out, but frowning as soon as she saw it was just a text from one of her friends who were spending the holidays away from London. 

For some reason a part of her wished that he would send her a message, saying merry christmas, maybe even asking her how’d she been. She knew it was wrong, and that it would only reopen old wounds but she couldn’t help but want a sign that he still thought about her from time to time, that he hadn’t forgotten him completely and that he still cared.

But even if he called, she didn’t know if she would be able to answer. He had put her through so much, not that he intended to, but it only proved that they weren’t right for each other.

It had been a hard decision to end things with lando. Because she loved him, she really did and she knew that he did too. But they weren’t what the other needed. In another timeline, under other circumstances they would have been perfect.

The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to cry. She shook her head, getting up and making herself a cup of chamomile tea, before settling back down on the couch, this time wrapped in a blanket, and turned on the tv ad pressing play on Love Actually, laughing a bit as she thought about lando had called it a dumb movie when she forced him to watch it with her around this time last year.

 Eventually, she fell asleep right there on the couch, empty tea mug on the coffee table and with the movie playing in the background. She could almost feel the ghost of his arms around her, rubbing her back and murmuring sweet nothings into her ear as she fell asleep.

And just as the ending credits started to roll on the tv, her phone screen lit up with a notification of an unread message.

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MERRY CHRISTMAS, I MISS YOU | LN4

an: This is based on Merry Christmas, I miss you by Alex Crichton. It can be read as part to to merry christmas, please don't call. Again, depressing but I can't help it. This is Lando's point of view.

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December 25th, Christmas.

The view from the cabin was captivating. Especially now that the sun had gone down and it was snowing again. Everything outside seemed so calm and peaceful, the complete opposite of the war that was currently going on in Lando’s mind. 

His plan hadn’t been to spend Christmas in a cabin somewhere in the french alps. It had actually been Max's idea, to make their annual ski trip overlap with Christmas this year. He knew his friend very well to know that if Lando was left alone this year on Christmas day he would have ended up wallowing in his sadness. 

The whole day had passed by in a blur. Presents, skiing, food, jokes, card games, it had all been a well revised plan to keep him distracted. And it had worked. Up until now.

It was late in the evening and everyone was off doing their own thing. Lando was sitting on a couch, half watching the snow fall outside through the floor to ceiling window and half watching the movie Pietra and Max, who were cuddling on the other couch. 

Love Actually. He remembered when his girlfriend had forced him to watch it with her around this time last year and how he had complained it was a dumb movie without actually having seen it. Well, ex girlfriend, because he had ruined that.

He hadn’t really meant to. It was something he either did subconsciously or it was out of his control. Usually, he likes to blame their falling out on the distance, on his job, on his career. And while all of those things had played their role in how things progressed between them, what had really destroyed what they had was their communication. Or better said, their lack of. And it killed Lando to admit that his inability to let someone see him for what he really is, had ruined the best thing he had ever gotten hold of.

It is weird how quickly things change.

Exactly a year ago, he could have sworn they’d be infinite. It was the day he had taken her to meet his parents. She was nervous and he had spent the whole car ride down to Bristol reassuring her that his family would love her. What she didn’t know was that they already did. Lando hadn’t stopped talking about her since the day they'd met. 

He had convinced her it wasn’t that big of a thing. Which was a lie because Lando never introduced his girlfriends to his parents. Mainly because most of them couldn’t even be considered girlfriends and fit more into the ‘casual hook ups’ or ‘friends with benefits’ categories.  

He remembered how he had spent most of his time watching her interact with his family and feeling proud about how well she fit in with them. That was the moment that solidified for Lando the feelings he had for her. And as he sat there and watched her interact with his niece we thought about how Christmas would be ten years from now, when they’d be married and have a family of their own. 

It was the moment that made it clear to Lando that this was the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. The girl he was going to marry.

If he were honest, he always knew. From the moment he first saw her, at the back of that party on Christmas day two years ago with a drink in her hand and looking awkward, he knew that something was different about her. 

When he first walked up to her, Lando was nervous. Which was the most unlike Lando thing ever. Normally he was really open and comfortable around people, the definition of an extrovert. But for some reason this was different.

The first thing he told her was some lame joke about both of them being out of place since they knew no one and their friends ditched them, He didn’t get much of a response, except for a forced smile, and for a bit lando felt as if he was having a one sided conversation. But the longer he kept talking the more at ease she started to feel around him. 

The walls didn’t really come down until Lando made another joke about something stupid, what he couldn’t remember. What he remembered though was the way she had thrown her head back laughing. And from that moment, he was a goner. 

It was crazy to think how two years ago they didn’t even know each other and last year at this time she was curled up against him, head on his chest with his arms wrapped around her and watching cheesy Christmas movies. And now she is gone. He had lost her. 

Sometimes he wondered what he could have done differently. He knew it wasn’t entirely his fault and some things were out of their control but he couldn’t help but want to go back and change everything. 

What he had felt for her, he hadn’t felt for anyone else before, and he was convinced he wouldn’t feel for anyone else in the future. 

Usually he tried not to think about that. During the season it was easy. He was preoccupied with races and the possibility of winning the drivers championship. Being a formula 1 driver didn’t allow him much time to wallow in his self pity. 

But now, it is really difficult. Especially considering how he kept thinking about the Christmas they’d spent together last year. The look on her face when he’d told her it was too early to blast Christmas songs on November 1st, the domestic feeling it brought him decorating his London apartment together, the way she’d force him to do silly childish activities, like baking cookies and decorating gingerbread houses and how he’d complain even though he always ended up loving it.

Waking up with her in his arms on Christmas morning and pretending to be asleep as soon as she started stirring, just to make the moment last longer, knowing well that she wouldn’t have the heart to wake him up. It all haunted him.

But most of all, it was the what ifs that tormented him.What if she has moved on? What if she’s with someone new? What if he’s nothing but a ghost that lingers in her life?

But then what if she was lonely? What if she missed him as much as he missed her? What if she had realised how big of a mistake this had been? What if she wants to reach out but is afraid to? What if the reason she didn’t is because she thinks he has moved on. 

Lando thought about this far more often that he would like to admit. All he could think about lately was her. And even though he appreciated how his friends tried to distract him he couldn’t help but feel suffocated. 

He missed her. He missed her a lot. How could he not? He was in love with her, he still is. And so he can’t help but wonder whether she would answer if he called. 

He hoped she would. 

Sighing, he picked up his phone and tapped on her contact. He typed out a paragraph, explaining how much he missed her and how he wished he could have her back. His finger hovered over the send button but he hesitated and erased the message, turning off his phone frustrated.

He couldn’t go on like this. 

If she didn’t want to talk then she wouldn’t reply. But if still cared then maybe she would. And for once in his life Lando Norris had nothing to lose. 

He turned on his phone again and typed out another message, hitting the text button and turning off his phone before he could overthink it.

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Too early

James Potter x reader

You promised Lily you would meet her in the library to study but it's too early and James want you to stay with him in bed.

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"Where are you going, love?" a very tired James Potter asked. You almost didn't hear him as his words were muffled by the pillows. "I told you, I have to meet Lily in the library. I promised I'd study with her for the final exams and I have canceled our plans twice already."

You were met with silence. You thought he might have fallen asleep again when he spoke.

"What time is it?"

In his half conscious state, James thought he misheard you when your answer was 'close to six thirty'. It took one glance at the clock on the bedside table for him to realize you were actually telling the truth.

"That's too early" he complained sitting up.

"Come back to bed".

You made your way over to the bed, leaning down to place a soft kiss on his forehead. "Sorry love, but I promised Lily I'd be there on time."

Your words seemed to fall on deaf ears as the boy grabbed ahold of your wrist, pulling you towards the bed. "James!" you scolded. "I really have to go."

"I know" he mumbled, wrapping his arms around you, head buried in the crook of your neck. "James, I'm serious."

The boy laughed before placing a quick kiss on your shoulder. "Can't you stay?" he asked quietly. "Just five more minutes."

"Please?" he asked hopefully.

You sighed looking down at your wrist to check the time. "Only five minutes and then I have to go, okay? Otherwise I'm gonna be late."

James cheered, falling backwards onto the bed, pulling you with him. You laughed at his antics, your head resting against his chest.

"I love you" he whispered, lips pressing softly against your forehead.

"I love you too, Bambi."

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My heart wont start anymore, for you

Sirius Black x fem!reader

She was in love with him. He never felt the same

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tw: mention of Y/n, slight swearing

This has been in my drafts since August. The ending is sloppy.

It had been going on for years now. Ever since she'd first saw him, that September 1st on platform 9¾, she'd only ever had eyes for him.

Stolen glances, innocent brushes of her hand against his, so many signs and yet he never picked up any of them.

Sirius Black was too focused on other girls to notice his best friend pinning after him, even now, after all these years. And yet her feelings never changed.

"So, who's that?" James teasingly asked the black haired boy, glancing towards a ravenclaw girl in their year, who was practically eyefucking Sirius from across the room.

"Jessica Monroe" Sirius smirked, then continued eating his breakfast. "Dude, that's like, the 3rd one this month" Remus pointed out.

"It's not my fault the ladies can't resist me"

"And as it seems, neither can you" Peter chimed in. "At least n/n here hasn't fallen for your charms yet" James joked, eyes set on the only girl in their friend group.

"As if!" She laughed, trying to cover up the rosy color of her cheeks.

Little did James know how wrong he had been.

It wasn’t until two weeks later when things really started going downhill. She had just returned from her perfect's duties when she found Sirius waiting for her in the common room. It was well past midnight and everyone had retired to their dorms long ago.

"Finally, I've been waiting for you for hours" the boy jumped up from his spot on the couch once he saw her. She stared at him confused. He gently grabbed her wrist and dragged her to sit beside him as he plopped himself on the couch.

"What are you even doing down here at this time?"

Sirius ignored her question. "I need to talk to you."

"Well, couldn't it wait until the morning? I'm exhausted" She groaned, leaning her head back on the couch.

He ignored her again. 

"I realized something."

His words had her sitting straighter in mere seconds.

Had he finally figured out her feelings for him?

She wasn’t exactly subtle about them either.

He must know.

Sirius looked at her. Whatever it was she was suspecting at that moment could have never even come close to what was yet to come.

"I've been sleeping with Thalia" he breathed out.

It wasn’t unusual for Sirius to sleep with different girls then dump them within the course of the next week. Most of the time he didn’t even mention who it was he was having sex with, so why would bringing her up now?

"Okay?"

She finally said not knowing how else to respond.

"The thing is, I want us to be more. As in, I actually have feelings for her. She makes me the happiest just by smiling at me. So much that makes me want to stay by her side until the end of my days."

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm in love with her. Hopelessly and utterly in love."

And it was in that moment when the little candle of hope she had burned out. 

The thing was, that even if Sirius was with other girls, it never lasted long simply because he had never loved any of them. The flame was just weaker, flickering.

And now there he was, talking about how he couldn't imagine a world without the blonde Gryffindor, going as far as to admit being in love with her. There was no candle anymore, only a paddle of melted wax where it once had been.

The girl in front of him, blinked back tears as she shook her head. "I want her to ask her on a date '' Sirius continued.

"But when I do, I want it to be perfect. This is where I need your help. You know her better than me, you can tell me what she likes, for example which kind of flowers does she like the most? And what’s her favorite color? Does she prefer a picnic by the black lake or stargazing at the astronomy tower?" the boy continued rambling until the Y/n stopped him.

And as much as it hurt her to do so, she did value his happiness more than hers. In the end she agreed to help him.

It had been three weeks since Sirius and Thalia started dating. And it was safe to say they were stuck to the honeymoon phase.

The two couldn't keep their hands off of each other. They were always touching somehow and every chance they got to kiss, they did. They'd go on dates every other day and more often than not they slept in each other's bed, at the point where Remus had started complaining that she was practically living in their dorm.

Not to mention that they were always together. And when they weren't, which was a rare occurrence, all Sirius could do was talk about her.

She didn’t blame him. Thalia was a girl made out of angel dust, the prettiest and kindest one could ever be. She had to be the sweetest thing to ever walk on this earth.

Yet Y/n couldn’t help but envy her. The blonde was everything she wasn’t.

Once the two reached their one month anniversary it had started to become frustrating. And the closer the couple grew, the further the two friends slipped apart. 

Sirius didn’t know what had happened between them. One second she was there, the other one she was gone, completely out of sight. It seemed to him that earth might as well have swallowed her whole and left no trace behind. 

In the months following Sirius and Thalia getting together, Y/n had avoided him at any and every cost. She still hung out with the rest of the marauders, they were her best friends after all just not when Sirius was around.

Instead she’d now hang out more with Lily, Marlene and Mary, the three growing closer ever since she started sitting with them at dinner. She’d joke about how her and Marlene were practically married at this point and she’d even had made friends with Regulus (or something along those lines) after finding him up at the astronomy tower. 

To say things had changed was an understatement. 

It was a slow progress too. Yet Sirius failed to notice it. Until now.

Him and Thalia had had their first argument the night before. It was unusual for the two to fight at all, much less not be on talking terms. Sirius needed to talk to his best friend but how could he do that when she was nowhere to be found.

It was in the common room, well after dinner when Sirius managed to spot her. She was sitting next to Peter, helping him with his potion’s essay. 

“Hey” he greeted taking a seat opposite her. She muttered a quiet ‘hi’ back but didn’t look up. 

He sat in silence for a little while, waiting for them to finish. When he finally decided he couldn't wait anymore, he cleared his throat. The two looked up at him confused. “Anything you need Sirius?” she asked, rather coldly. 

He wasn’t used to her calling him by his first name. It was either Siri or pads and sometimes ‘my star’ but never just plain Sirius. “Yes, actually. I need to talk to you.”

“Well can’t it wait. I have to help Pete with this and then I promised Lily I would put her hair into French braids” she said, trying to make up a lie to avoid him. She didn’t even know how to do French braids.

“It won’t take long, I promise”

“Fine,” She sighed. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Not here” he said, motioning for her to get up before doing so himself. He guided her upstairs to his and the boy’s dorm room. It had been a while since she’d last been there. And yet nothing had changed.

“What is going on with you?” Sirius asked after shutting the door closed and turning to her.

“What? Nothing. Everything is perfectly normal” the girl shrugged trying to play it off.

“Except it isn’t. You are never around anymore.We never talk anymore, you don’t even sit with us in the dining hall. I haven’t seen you since the last full moon and even then you didn’t talk to me. You were my best friend. Us against the world, remember? What the hell happened to us? What the hell happened to you n/n'' The more he spoke the more his voice rose. 

“No” she shook her head.

“What do you mean no?” He asked, frustrated.

“Sirius, you were the one who started pulling away. After you got with Thalia you were always with her. And when you weren’t it was your main, not to say only, topic of discussion.”

“That’s not true” he argued.

“Yes it is! Tell me Sirius had you even realized I wasn’t around you as much before today?” she defended. 

She was right. He hadn’t.

“And you know what’s worse? I was in love with you. I have been in love with you since the first day on the train.”

She has done it now. 

“Do you even know how fucking hard it is? Listening to someone you love constantly about someone else?”

Silence. She hadn't intended to say this but she couldn't have controlled it. She had finally reached her limit. 

Sirius looked down at the floor. He hadn't expected to hear such words from her yet he felt extremely guilty.

This was it. Her entire world came crumbling down and it was clear that whatever hope she had for salvaging their friendship was now gone. She had ruined it. 

She looked up. Sirius' gaze was still pinned to the floor. It hurt her that he wouldn't even look at her. 

She left the room slamming the door shut behind her. There were too many unanswered questions, more than before. There was confusion and then there were mixed feelings. It seemed that nothing was certain anymore. 

And in that moment her heart stopped. And she knew, her heart wouldn't start anymore, at least not for him.

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Shared stars

Regulus Black x fem!reader

In which they meet at the astronomy tower and end up sharing a star.

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tw: a tiny bit of angst but mainly fluff

I wrote this in separate parts at 2am while I was on vacation so this is me apologizing in advance.

She only ever visited the astronomy tower when she was upset. Which wasn't frequently. It was one of the perks that came with being friends with the Marauders. The boys never failed to cheer her up.

Tonight was one of those rare occasions when she was feeling blue and her friends were nowhere in sight. Sirius had taken Remus on yet another date whilst James was studying with Lily at the common room and Peter was off, doing god knows what.

Their lives didn't revolve around her and she had never believed otherwise even for a second. So, instead she made her way to the astronomy tower, the only place she could really be alone with herself.

What she didn't expect was the sound of someone's cries as she walked up the last of the marble steps. At first, she thought she had imagined it. Her eyes weren't accustomed to the dark yet and the sobs were muffled.

She didn't speak, she just made her way to the figure sitting on the cold stone ground. Still in silence, she sat down next to them, not too close so that they wouldn't feel uncomfortable but not too far either.

The boy noticed her prescence immediately. He turned his head to see who had sat down next to him. Tear filled grey eyes met hers and the world seemed to stop.

Regulus Black knew who the girl sitting next to him was very well. He first started to notice her because she was always around his brother and his idiotic friends. Then he started to notice her in their shared classes, at breakfast and dinner and he had caught himself searching for her in the hallways and missing her presence in classes he didn't share with her.

So he didn't just know her name, or that she was in the same year as him. He knew what kind of music she liked, what her favourite color was, what routes she took to her classes, even how she took her tea.

To him she was fascinating. How she cared for everyone and always made sure everything was alright. How she kept giving and giving and getting little in return and still being content.

If you asked him, he'd say that she deserved the world. And even more than that. She deserved the universe.

Because in his eyes she did. She was the sun his world revolved around. He had never spoken to her, never interacted with her in any way yet she meant more to him than she would ever know or anyone could ever imagine.

He couldn't put it into words. Maybe because he had never felt this way before, loved in such a way.

He did the move and neither did she. The tears stopped eventually. He hated crying in front of others, he hated been vulnerable. The last thing he wanted was for others to think he was weak.

With her it was different. She was so kind to his brother and his friends and practically everyone she interacted with (no matter if she knew them well or not at all). And if there was one thing Regulus knew was that she wouldn't change now.

And so they sat there, in the dark on the cold marble floor admiring the clear night sky in silence.

Regulus wondered if she had any idea who he was.

She did. Even in a world where he wasn't Sirius's brother she was sure he would have drawn her attention.

She'd notice him in every class she had with him. He was aware of his gaze set on her and her friends when they were in the great hall. She never minded or gave it much thought since Sirius was always around but she knew it was there.

She had noticed the dark cycles under his eyes that appeared more prominent since last year. She had noticed how he grew quieter and quieter, even around his friends. How he picked the skin on his fingertips or how he bit the inside of his cheek when he was anxious.

She noticed how he frequented the library and how (on his way) you would defend the first years, even against his friends.

She knew too much about him, she noticed too much about him.

She was afraid that even turning her head in his direction when she knew he was starring or taking his hands in hers to stop him from picking on the skin of his fingers when they sat next to each other in potion class (slughorn had assigned them as partners) would lead into an argument between not only her and Sirius but the Marauders too.

So she didn't turn her head to meet his eyes in the great hall or in the hallway, nor did she try to stop his anxious habits in fear that someone would see (and believe me, word travells around fast here) or even worse it would be Sirius who noticed the small interactions.

Until now.

She didn't have to look down to know Regulus was in fact picking the skin of his fingers to the point where blood would be spilling soon. She took his hands in hers with no hesitation, and rested her head against his shoulder.

He froze. He didn't know what to do or how to act. He expected her to ask him what was wrong, and what would he answer then?

He wasn't one to share the things that were on his mind, thoughts that tortured him for far too long. And she knew that. Or well, she had figured it out.

So she didn't ask.

"I'm really failing Astronomy." She sighed.

Regulus could see right through her lie. He was grateful she didn't pressure him into talking, instead giving him something else to talk about in case he didn't like the silence.

That's how it started.

"That one, right there, is Andromeda. It's named after the princess of Ethiopia, whom, acoording to Greek mythology was saved by the hero Perseus"

He continued going on and on, pointing at a different star once he'd run out of things to say about the previous one.

The girl noticed how Regulus seemed to have skipped Sirius and the Canis Major but she didn't point it out. Considering what their parents did to Sirius she couldn't even begin to imagine what Regulus had gone through since the older boy ran away.

"And that is Regulus"

"It must be so cool. To have your own star, I mean" the girl spoke. Regulus stayed quiet.

"You know how some people, whether they are friends or lovers or, they will point out at the star and say 'that stat is ours now' and everytime they look at the night sky, they'd search for that particular star and it will always make them think of the other person?" The girl went on.

"It could be your star" Regulus interrupted.

The girl looked at him surprised. "What?" She breathed out.

"Regulus, it could be your star" he repeated.

"But its already yours"

"Then it can be ours"

The girl smiled whilst nodding at him.

From that night on, they'd grown closer. Even closer than friends.

They'd meet in empty classrooms away from the prying eyes of the other Hogwarts students. They'd spend nights together in the room of requirement. They'd sit next to each other in the library, studying in silence, their hands clappsed together under the table.

More often than not, they'd visit the astronomy tower and look at the night sky, eyes searching for their star every once in a while.

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Dating James Potter would include...

James Potter x Reader

Headcanon

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He loves cuddles. He'd use any excuse to cuddle with you.

He'd wrap his arms around you as a greeting everytime he sees you.

He'd also kiss your cheek. It's like a way of his to say 'Good morning'.

Sirius would tease you two non stop.

So would Remus and Lily.

He'd get excited over small things, like walks around the castle, as long as it was only you and him.

He'd plan every single one of your dates.

Probably have weekly dates on an established days (Saturday evening dates for example).

Automatically becoming a member of the Marauders.

Being really close with Remus. He'd get jealous over the bond you two have.

Sirius would complain you're stealing his boyfriend.

Him and James would flirt with each other when you two ignore them, just to make you jealous but in reality you would just try not to burst out laughing bacuse they were making fools out of themselves.

He'd try to get you to prank the rest if the Marauders.

He's overprotective and gets jealous easily.

He'd walk you to your classes, even if you don't have them with him.

Resulting in him being late in his classes.

He'd sent you little notes in the middle of classes.

You'd get him study with you, promising a kiss as a reward.

You'd stay up late, making plans for the future.

He'd try to impress you in every way possible.

He'd demand a 'Good luck' kiss before every match of his.

Lots of 'I love you' and 'you're my world'.

That man loves you too much for his own good.

He'd make sure you know how much he loves you all the time.

Compliments.

More compliments.

That man's love language is words of affection, really.

[wheredowegonoww]

Broken promises

Regulus Black x fem!Potter!reader

In which the reader sacrifices herself for Regulus, breaking most of their promises along the way.

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Tw: Angst, mentions of blood, death, my shitty writting.

It was well into the night. The pair was sitting on the floor of the Astronomy Tower, a sky painted with countless stars and an almost full moon, just for them to observe. They sat in silence, the boy's head on her shoulder as the girl played with the rings on his fingers.

"Reg?" The girl spoke. Her words hushed, holding a questioning tone. It wasn't unlike the boy to fall asleep on her. It was a habit he seemed to have gained over the past year.

Many sleepless nights, tossing and turning in his bed, unable to fall asleep. It only worsened now, that their last year in Hogwarts was coming to a close, and with the war ahead of them, it seemed like the world had turned against him.

The boy hummed in response, nuzzling his head further into the crook of her neck. "Do you ever think of our lives after we graduate?" She asked, the hesitation evident in her voice.

The boy stiffed but didn't say anything, head still resting on her shoulder. "I know you don't like talking about it but I just can't help it" the girl was quick to apologise when she got no answer.

Regulus sighed and moved his head to look up. Silently he went to sit in front of her, taking her hands in his as he sat back down. "I'm scared" he breathed out after a long moment of silence. "I'm scared of what will happen to us. Of what they'll do to you if they ever find out."

"Reggie-"

"Mon amour, you mean the world to me. You're the reason I haven't given up on myself yet. I just found the light in my life and I don't want to loose it just yet. I don't want to lose you."

Her hand squeezed his a bit tighter, a silent attempt to comfort her lover. The boy was fighting back tears even at the thought of it happening. "I can't loose you. I love you" He managed to get out before breaking into tears.

The girl let go of his hand, instead pulling him closer and wrapping her arms around his frame. She let his head rest on her chest, right where her heart was. Regulus’ arms around the girl's waist, his grip tight fearing that she would disappear into thin air otherwise.

Quiet sobs and cries left the boy's lips, his tears dampening the fabric of the girl's sweater. Cheek resting on top of his head, the girl rubbed her hands up and down his back whilst whispering sweet nothings.

"I love you too" the girl said at last, his grip tightening just a little bit. It was the first time they'd say those three words to each other. The boy was a caught off guard. The tears stopped immediately, head no longer resting against her chest, green eyes starring dirwctlu into her e/c ones.

"You do?"

The girl chuckled quietly, pulling him closer once again. "Reggie, I love you so so much, you have no idea" She said, pressing a soft kiss on the crown of his head.

"I love you more" Regulus said, titling his head upwards. Smilling he pressed a soft kiss against the girls lips.

Pulling away he sighed, head going back to rest on her chest. "I won't let anything happen to you. I love you too much for that. We both know it's going to be hard."

"I'll always find my way back to you. I promise."

"I promise as well."

The promise was sealed with yet another kiss between the two before they went back to starring at the night sky in silence. Only now, they found a bit of comfort in the knowledge that they would stay with each other until the end.

When Y/n and Regulus first announced their relationship to their close friends, they were all shocked at the news. They both had done a very good job at hiding their blooming love for each other.

Late night meetings, stolen glances, forbidden kisses in dark corridors, studying in the library next to each other without speaking a word, yet holding hands under the table and they still managed to miss every little interaction between the two that had been going on for the past year.

Things stopped being as easy as they were before. From Regulus' side he had Barty, who at first, didn't support their relationship at all.

The next month was filled with him complaining non-stop, refusing to accept the news.

" Y/n Potter? Come on Regulus. A Potter?"

Eventually he came to terms with the relationship between the two. He didn't have anything against her, he was just overprotective over his friends, and Regulus was no exception.

After being talked into (well, more like threated) to spend time with her by both Regulus and Evan he understood why his friend had fallen in love with her. The both became friends quickly after that, and a brother-sister relationship started blooming between the two.

Telling the Marauders was a whole different story.

Surprisingly, James didn't even argue with his sister's decision. He knew something was up from the moment the girl had entered the Great Hall with a smile plastered on her face, a smile that hadn't left for the past 8 months. He was happy as long as his sister was happy. However he intended to have a talk with Regulus soon.

Peter and Remus were always supportive no matter what, as long as she didn't get hurt. It was to no one's surprise that they were extremely happy for her.

The problem came with Sirius. At first he was in denial, believing it was just a humourless prank of hers.

Then came the realisation. The worst part is, he didn't shout at her, nor did he try to change her desicion of being with his brother. He just got up and left, going upstairs to the boys' shared dorm.

Y/n wished that he would yell, that he would put up a fight. She preferred it from this.

For months on end, he wouldn't speak to her and would avoid her at all costs. He left the room whenever she entered, he refused to even look at her. And it hurt.

Sirius believed that maybe if she couldn't see how bad of a person his brother was then he would give her another reason for her to leave Regulus. She was too stubborn anyway, he could never get her to change her mind.

Those antics of his stopped after he accidently stumbled upon them in an empty corridor. They were holding hands, quietly talking. Then Regulus said something that earned a laugh from the girl.

All it took was for Sirius to look at how his brother's eyes brightened up at the sound for him to know that he really cared for her. He looked at her as if she was his whole world, which he guessed that she probably was. And she looked at him as if he had hanged the stars in the night sky.

His anger disappeared at the sight of the two.

And Sirius knew the little boy he had grown up with was still there, somewhere.

The same evening Sirius waited for Regulus by the entrance of the Slytherin common room and made him promise he'd take care of her and that he'd never hurt her. A promise Regulus had already made to James Potter.

But promises are meant to be broken.

"It will be fine. I'll leave if things go bad, I promise but please let me come with you" the girl pleaded. Their little argument had already been going on for an hour now and if Regulus wanted to get the Horcrux tonight he would have to leave now.

"You're really stubborn, you know?" He sighed, finally agreeing.

"I drink the potion, you and Kreacher take the locket and get out of here immediately okay? You let me deal with the rest."

Nodding, the girl knew there was no point in arguing. "Just let me have one last kiss, will you?" The girl asked.

Regulus didn't like the sound of it, her words made it sound as if it would be the last one they'd ever share. Not waiting for an answer she grabbed the collar of his shirt, pressing her lips against him. It was a short kiss, it had been over as soon as it had started.

Next thing he knew, Y/n was already drinking the potion.

She was reckless, too reckless for her own good. She always had been. And now the damage was beyond repair.

Regulus had to give her the rest of the potion. He hated seeing her in so much pain but there was nothing else he could do except holding her, wishpering encouraging words as she finished the rest of the potion.

He gave the locket to Kreacher, ordering him to go back to 12 Grimmauld Place. The elf could only obey, leaving his master and the girl in the cave.

The inferis were aleady crawling onto the island. Regulus was doing his best fighting them off. But the girl besides him wasn't.

The Black heir managed to get the both of them out of the cave. But the damage had already been done. The girl was bleeding out. And he couldn't do anything.

He couldn't risk apparating with her in such a state.

"Reggie?" she called out, hand blindly reaching for his. "No darling, don't speak. You need to save your energy, okay?" he hushed her. He needed all the time he could get. He would come up with something. He had to. For her shake.

"Regulus" she called out again. "You and I both know there's no saving me."

Regulus wanted to scream. "No, no, you're going to be okay. You aren't dying. Not on me, you can't please."

He was begging. Y/n had never heard him begging. Never. He would demand, order, get mad, give the silent treatment but never beg. "Please just don't close your eyes, please."

"You'll be fine" she was struggling, chocking on her own blood. "Promise me you won't give up."

"No, please, don't leave me" the poor boy was in tears. But Y/n had already came to terms with her death and now so should he. "Promise me" the girl repeated.

"I promise, I promise, please just don't give up just yet."

"I'm sorry Reggie. I love you."

Her eyes closed and his world collapsed. "No, please, no" the boy begged, resting his forehead against hers. "You promised. You'd promised you'd stand by my side through all of it."

That wasn't the only promise that was broken that night. So were the promises he had made to James and Sirius, promises that he would prtect her at all costs. And along with those so were the promises of their future together, promises of their love and devotion.

Regulus made one last promise that night. He would never promise anything again.

[wheredowegonoww]

Doomed from the very start

Edmund Pevensie x Female!Reader

In which they didn't know who each other was, yet they still fell in love with one another.

1.4k

tw: clinche, and it's giving fairytail (or maybe it's just me).

This is set after the first movie. Both Edmund and reader are aged up. Maybe around 16 or 17.

Yesterday's masquerade ball was all everyone seemed to talk about. Maybe because it was the first one Cair Paravel had hosted in a while or maybe because it was the first one organised by the Pevensie siblings.

Most people they encountered with congratulated them. Susan took great pride in it, as she was the one who was responsible for organising every little detail. Peter, who was The High King, also took great pride in the ball's success.

Under any other circumstances, Edmund would be the first to complain about his brother's ego that only kept growing. But that wasn't the case today. The boy had barely been able to focus in anything else but her.

Last Night, at the Ball

The younger king of the two couldn't be seen, hiding in the shadows and avoiding any short of people that walked his way. From Peter, who wanted him to meet the rulers of near kingdoms and talk about, well some short of politics, to pretty princesses his age, dressed in beautiful gowns asking him to dance with them.

He preferred to keep his distance from the crowds, opting to hide in the dark corners of the room, from where he could easily see people dancing and conversing.

The soft music coming from the orchestra. the constant but subtle chatter and the occasional laughs, the clinking noises the glasses made had him feel both nervous and at ease in the same time.

He could be dancing with the prettiest girl of this entire magical world, but he didn't. Instead he sat there, leaning against the wall, watching the events of the night unfold before his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" a voice asked. The raven haired boy immediately turned his head to face a girl. Maybe it was because of the mask, black with silver details, that did a really good job at disguising her. She seemed familiar, as if he had seen her in a picture or randomly passed by her someday without realising it.

Her eyes were a beautiful shade of e/c and Edmund found himself getting lost in them. Shaking his head he snapped out of it, mentally taking notes of her appearance. Her skin tone, her h/c hair that were pulled into an elegant bun, the black dress she was wearing.

Everything about her had something magnetic, something that pulled him towards her. The boy sighed, realising he had been starring for way too long without answering her question. "I'm hiding from my brother".

The girl looked at him and smiled. "Your brother must suck then" she said. "Well, yeah sometimes" he admitted. The girl looked at him up and down, as if taking in his appearance. The young prince didn't fail to notice as a soft pink tainted his cheeks.

The girl chuckled at the sight of him blushing. "What's your name?" she asked. Edmund was surprised. No one had ever asked for his name since his crowning, it was well known that he was King Edmund the Just. "I'm Edmund" the boy answered, and for once he didn't feel like he had to pretend being someone else.

The girl shook his hand, an act unusual for girls, as most greeted him and his siblings with a curtsey and not a handshake. "What's yours?" he asked, letting go of her hand. "That's for me to know and you to find out".

"Hey, that's not fair!" the boy complained. "I told you my name so now you owe me yours".

"Is there any other way I could repay you that's not telling you my name" she asked hopefully. She knew the moment he learned her name he wouldn't want to be anywhere near her. She was no fool, she knew of the rivalry between his kingdom and hers.

The boy thought about her offer for a bit. "How about a dance then?" he asked hopefully. He wanted a chance to hold her and touch her as they swayed back and forth. He wanted to know what her touch felt like.

The girl agreed, knowing deep down that not one part of her could resist him. And even though she shouldn't, she knew she was already falling for him.

When the song ended, he took her hand and dragged her in the middle of the room. He stood there, placing a gentle hand on her waist as her arm found his shoulder.

The orchestra started to play a slower tune and they started dancing. Edmund was trying not to step on her feet, but it was clear he was failing miserably. "Sorry" he'd apologise. "I'm still not very good at this".

"It's fine" the girl would respond. "It took me years to learn how to dance properly" the girl chuckled, thinking back to the countless times she spent trying not to step on her partner’s feet.

The smile he gave her lit a flame in her heart. She was melting on the inside, and it scared her. The girl was used to being independent and confident. But something about Edmund made her feel shy and completely dependent.

By the end of the song they both had lost control over their feelings. They had fallen in love with one another, yet still pretended they didn't.

The boy smiled and let go of her waist, but still grasping her hand. He pulled her with him, walking towards the wide open French windows that lead to the balcony.

"Where are we going?" Y/n asked, a laugh escaping her lips as the boy continued to drag her. "Just follow me"

The made their way down the marble stairs that lead down to the garden. The music of the crowded room was fading with every step they took.

Making their way through trees and bushes the boy stopped in front of a fountain. It was made from white marble, a statue of Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of beauty decorating it. The sound of water flowing form under the goddess' feet was the only one that could be heard in the quiet of the night.

"It's so beautiful" the girl voiced out, amazed by the sight in front of her. "It really is" the boy agreed. Only he was talking about her.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" the girl asked softly, noticing how close her face was to his. "You are really pretty".

The boy's hand rested on her cheek as he slowly took off the mask that was hiding her face. Y/n didn't say anything, nor did she try to pull away or stop him.

The mask fell off his hands as he gazed at her now unmasked face, refusing to believe how pretty she was. How could someone be so beautiful?

There was no reason to pretend anymore. "Would it be weird if I told you I like you" the boy asked in a hushed tone. "No, I think it would be weirder if I told you I feel the same way".

The boy leaned in, lips brushing against hers. He looked into her eyes one last time before closing the distance that remained between them.

Their lips connected and time stopped for the both of them. If they could stay like this forever they would.

But they couldn't. Eventually the pulled apart, both of them struggling to breath. "This is wrong" the girl spoke. They boy' expression turned to a confused one.

"What? Why?"

"You'll learn eventually" the girl sighed before pulling him in for a second kiss. This time it was longer, full of passion and love. The girl pulled away, resting her forehead against hers.

"I have to go" she said, taking a step back.

"Wait!" the boy shouted alarmed grabbing her wrist. "Can I have one last kiss?"

The girl nodded and leaned in for a third time. This time it was more of a goodbye kiss.

The ghost of her lips still lingered over Edmund's, even when she said godbye to him before walking away. Turning back one last time the girl looked at him, as if trying to mesmerise every feature of the boy's face.

"Y/n"

Edmund just stood there, watching her walk away. Y/n. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.

Only when she was completely out of sight did he realise who she actually was and why she seemed familiar.

And in that moment he knew, they were doomed from the start.