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THIS WAS SUPER FUN TO DO i haven’t done one of these in forever that my pinterest has completely switched up 😭 but hey i think it fits me pretty well all things considered!
serial killer!theo x killer!reader | fluff but in a dark way | wc: 493
summary: serial!killer theo summons killer reader
Theo was staring at nothing except for black.
The room was dark when he had finished his ritual. There was someone else’s blood drying on his hands from the earlier scene he had visited. And there was a knife in his hands dripping his own into a circle.
He had planned for this to be a small and a simple ritual to summon someone. Anyone who could help him out. Theo had been killing and killing and it didn’t seem to fill the void that was left inside of him—and he hoped he could find something that would.
It had glowed red. And then it faded. The candles blew out and the room had gone cold.
He wasn’t sure if that meant it had worked or not.
“It worked—”
“Merlin’s Beard—!” he shouted, tossing the knife in his hand to the direction of the voice. It went through something blue for a moment and clanked at the end of the room.
He heard a laugh before he heard your voice. “That’s not going to work.”
“Where—”
“You summon me into your house, and now you get scared?” you asked him. Your fingers—well, what he assumed to be your fingers—went red for a moment before lighting one of the candles again. One after another until you sat facing him.
And then he could finally see you.
You were a ghost. One he had summoned, no doubt, covered in what seemed to be blood and a casual outfit. There was a look in your eyes that he had seen in his. An incurable lust that got worse and worse that he couldn’t seem to stop. A craving for blood that infected every part of his life.
“You’re—” he murmured in awe. “Are you like me?”
“That’s what you summoned me for, yes.” you muttered sarcastically, looking down at the book he had used before up at him. “You look good in blood.”
He felt his jaw dropping for a moment. “I— uh, do?”
“You do.” you said. Your voice was sultry and low as you said those words, and your body seemed to float out of the circle he had made to caress his skin. “Very hot.”
He chuckled quietly. “I just summoned you for—”
“You were lonely, weren’t you?” you said teasingly to him. “Wanted some attention from someone big and bad?”
“Well it sounds rather odd when you put it that way, but I suppose.” he shrugged quietly. His eyes made their way back down to his hands before he sighed. “I can’t seem to stop.”
You chuckled. “Why bother? Why not give in?”
“Don’t you think it’s wrong?” Theo asked you. You only seemed to shrug your ghostly shoulders and shrug your head over to the side. “You don’t?”
“I wouldn’t be here if I did, now would I?” you asked him. “I think you should just show me how you do it. Don't you think so?”
Theo found himself nodding along.
hello everyone, i hope you guys enjoyed! wanted to make a small au about killer reader being a ghost and getting summoned by serial killer theo, who may or may not become a fanboy, and this is the introduction to that! i hope you guys enjoy it, and thanks so much for reading!
also wanted to add a big big thank you to @yuunarii-arii for help with this idea <3 one of the best brainstorming partners and my footsie tootsie in crime
serial killer!theo x killer!reader | fluff but in a dark way | wc: 493
summary: serial!killer theo summons killer reader
Theo was staring at nothing except for black.
The room was dark when he had finished his ritual. There was someone else’s blood drying on his hands from the earlier scene he had visited. And there was a knife in his hands dripping his own into a circle.
He had planned for this to be a small and a simple ritual to summon someone. Anyone who could help him out. Theo had been killing and killing and it didn’t seem to fill the void that was left inside of him—and he hoped he could find something that would.
It had glowed red. And then it faded. The candles blew out and the room had gone cold.
He wasn’t sure if that meant it had worked or not.
“It worked—”
“Merlin’s Beard—!” he shouted, tossing the knife in his hand to the direction of the voice. It went through something blue for a moment and clanked at the end of the room.
He heard a laugh before he heard your voice. “That’s not going to work.”
“Where—”
“You summon me into your house, and now you get scared?” you asked him. Your fingers—well, what he assumed to be your fingers—went red for a moment before lighting one of the candles again. One after another until you sat facing him.
And then he could finally see you.
You were a ghost. One he had summoned, no doubt, covered in what seemed to be blood and a casual outfit. There was a look in your eyes that he had seen in his. An incurable lust that got worse and worse that he couldn’t seem to stop. A craving for blood that infected every part of his life.
“You’re—” he murmured in awe. “Are you like me?”
“That’s what you summoned me for, yes.” you muttered sarcastically, looking down at the book he had used before up at him. “You look good in blood.”
He felt his jaw dropping for a moment. “I— uh, do?”
“You do.” you said. Your voice was sultry and low as you said those words, and your body seemed to float out of the circle he had made to caress his skin. “Very hot.”
He chuckled quietly. “I just summoned you for—”
“You were lonely, weren’t you?” you said teasingly to him. “Wanted some attention from someone big and bad?”
“Well it sounds rather odd when you put it that way, but I suppose.” he shrugged quietly. His eyes made their way back down to his hands before he sighed. “I can’t seem to stop.”
You chuckled. “Why bother? Why not give in?”
“Don’t you think it’s wrong?” Theo asked you. You only seemed to shrug your ghostly shoulders and shrug your head over to the side. “You don’t?”
“I wouldn’t be here if I did, now would I?” you asked him. “I think you should just show me how you do it. Don't you think so?”
Theo found himself nodding along.
hello everyone, i hope you guys enjoyed! wanted to make a small au about killer reader being a ghost and getting summoned by serial killer theo, who may or may not become a fanboy, and this is the introduction to that! i hope you guys enjoy it, and thanks so much for reading!
serial killer!theo x writer!reader | fluff but in a dark way | wc: 454
summary: serial!killer theo finds out how you knew he was a killer
tw: mentions/references to death, murder as dirty talk
“How did you even know that I was a killer in the first place?”
You couldn’t help but stare at Theo as he asked the question. It was a rather ridiculous question, all things considered, but you figured that he didn’t know that. For all he knew, you had used your novels to properly predict his killing habits.
“You aren’t as clever as you think you are,” you chuckled.
“What does that mean?” he asked you incredulously.
You just rolled your eyes and looked back down at your manuscript. “Do you remember the first time that you were late to a date of ours?” you asked him. “How you had that red stain on your neck and told me about your job at the butcher?”
“Yeah?” Theo nodded.
He’d moved to sit down next to you now. You were both on the couch, his head on your shoulder as you explained how he messed up his persona.
It was a rather funny thought.
“Well, that was about your only believable excuse.” you said playfully. “I mean, one time you came in and said your friend needed help with candy.”
Theo seemed to visibly deflate, and you had half a mind left to hide your laughter. “He definitely did.”
“Yeah, and the candy sauce on your hands just happened to seep through your gloves yet not burn your skin?” you asked him sarcastically. “I didn’t know I had a boyfriend with magical hands.”
“I’ll show you magical hands.” he grumbled under his breath.
You laughed quietly and closed your laptop, fingers carding their way through his hair as you two talked. “There was one time you said you had volunteered to be a scare actor in May, out of all the months.”
“I’m sure they have events somewhere,” he said to you.
“Oh, I’m certain.” you joked, scratching at his scalp. “Okay, what about the time you said you were having dinner with your father?"
Theo raised an eyebrow. “That’s a reasonable answer!”
“Have you met your father?” you asked him sarcastically. “That man could not host a dinner to save his entire bloodline. You really want me to believe that was what held you back?”
Theo grumbled under his breath. “Okay, fair.” he admitted before furrowing his brow. “But how’d you land on murdering? Of all things I could be doing.”
“Well, I knew you wouldn’t be cheating on me. You’re very serious about that stuff—” you said, ignoring the way that his eyes seemed to light up. “—and you know too much about murder to be a regular person. Therefore, a murderer.”
“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Theo asked you.
You chuckled and rolled your eyes. “Just now?”
hello everyone, i hope you guys enjoyed! final drabble (i think) of the night! im going to be adding to my small research hobby by researching about owls for the rest of the night, thanks so much for reading!
serial killer!theo x writer!reader | fluff but in a dark way | wc: 874
summary: serial!killer theo worries that he might be a bad influence
tw: mentions/references to death, murder as dirty talk
“My love,” Theodore called out to you from the kitchen—walking into your shared bedroom with a small, maroon red journal in his hands. “What is this?”
You looked up from your laptop to the journal that Theo was holding. “Uh—” you murmured confusedly, eyes glancing at the bookmark brand that you only used for your writing journals.
There was also a color-coded system to them too, with lighter colors representing lighter topics. Which meant that the blood red bookmark meant the book was not about lighter topics.
“That’s just one of my writing journals.” you said to him. “I think it's a research one.”
“There’s quite a bit of research in here.” he said with a soft and quiet chuckle, sitting down on the bed with the closed journal in hand. “Are you positive that I’m the only killer here?”
You giggled softly and put your computer to the side, scooting closer to Theo as he flipped through the red notebook in his hand. Inside was a mix between words, diagrams—both printed and drawn—and random notes from different methods inside. There was a system of notes between getting rid of evidence as well, pictures of ways to dispose of bodies and rating each method. “It’s just a notebook.”
“You’re not—” he murmured quietly. “Do you want to kill people?”
You chuckled to him. “No, no I don’t.” you said, resting your head on his shoulder as he looked through the different methods. “I just need it for writing, that’s all.”
“You’re sure?” he asked you quietly.
“Yes, love.” You laughed and nodded again. “Why are you asking?”
Theo looked over at you with a small frown on his face—gripping onto the notebook in his hands with an expression on his face you couldn’t quite read. There was something about it though that put you on edge, if only a bit. “I don’t know, just something.”
“What’re you feeling?” you asked him.
He shrugged. “I just feel like I might be corrupting you, I guess.” he said quietly, looking over at you and kissing your forehead. “I don’t want you to go down the path that I have. Even if the people I kill are bad people, it’s not—”
“You’re forgetting about the fact that I’ve written about this stuff way before we met. Your actions are never going to be perfect, or even close to moral—” you chuckled quietly, kissing his cheek lovingly. “But I’ve got my own dark side as well.”
Theodore chuckled and rolled his eyes. “I suppose.”
“I thought you would be impressed with my work.” you murmured with a soft pout, wrapping yourself around him. “Some of them are inspired by you.”
He looked over at you with a raised eyebrow. “What?”
“You know, the dissecting one?” you chuckled quietly to Theo, flipping to one of the more brutally drawn pages inside of the notebooks. “They’re inspired by you.”
He looked at you for a moment before laughing—putting the notebook down on the bed before pulling you into a hug. “You’re—” he whispered quietly to you, his lips meeting with your neck and collarbone. “You are absolutely amazing. The best thing that's ever happened to me.”
You giggled softly as his lips tickled your skin, your arms wrapping around him. “And you’re very silly.”
“And I love you.” he murmured quietly. He sat up just a bit straighter and looked into your eyes—eyes that were piercing and usually cold as ice melting the moment that they landed on you. “I love you.”
You smiled softly and leaned into a soft kiss. “I love you too.”
“How is your writing going?” he asked quietly, watching as you grabbed your laptop again and began to explain your new plot.
“It’s going great!” you smiled brightly. “The detective is finally putting together the clues—I’m adding a dramatic red string scene—and I think that he’s going to confuse the killer for a moment before eventually catching on. They’re reviewing a strangulation case right now though.” you explained.
“You spelt ‘strangled’ wrong there.” he chuckled quietly.
You gasped dramatically at that.
hello everyone, i hope you guys enjoyed! refound this old drabble and im not 100% sure i posted it - since my memory of this drabble is probably different than yours - so i decided to post it! i also wanted to put a quick reminder that if you want anything specific about these two (or any of my other aus) you can always send in requests! thanks so much for reading!
i wanted to make a small little masterlist for all the fics that i make in october! this'll be including any requests sent in and moodboards too.
reader information
killer reader - moodboard
serial killer theo
a killer's worry - serial!killer theo worries that he might be a bad influence
a killer's excuses - serial!killer theo finds out how you knew he was a killer
serial killer summons - serial killer!theo summons killer reader
killer!reader: every psyho's it girl. she's killed more people than anyone could imagine, running away from responsibility like she was born to do it. she's a thrill to be around - as long as you aren't next on her chopping block. now, as a ghost, she haunts everyone to their demise. every corner you turn you will see her face. killer!reader, a force not even death could stop.
also wanted to post something small as an announcement again, i'm completely open to requests for any of the characters on my masterlist! for october, i plan on mainly focusing on my serial!killer theo and murderer!mattheo au, but i will also be doing any of my characters <3
i did a lot of posting last night, but wanted to make it look a little prettier. so here we are, a new moodboard and all! (i lost my other one, so don't judge this one)
welcome to the little loaf universe! traveler!reg has had it with his family, and decided to run away to a small cafe that you happen to run. this is an au created by me and @leeny-leens - who was my wonderful yes man throughout the series, and who is responsible for characters such as boren and dottie! sit down, grab a snack and enjoy the world that reg gets to live.
PROLOGUE - how reader became a ghost
REGULUS' LETTER - regulus' letter to sirius
CHAPTER ONE- how regulus got to the locket and cafe
CHAPTER TWO - regulus' first day at the knight cafe
CHAPTER THREE - regulus meets boren
CHAPTER FOUR - you and regulus research horcruxes
CHAPTER FIVE - regulus cuts off his marks
CHAPTER SIX - regulus' four weeks after the incident
SIRIUS' DEALINGS - sirius and how he copes without regulus
CHAPTER SEVEN - regulus and stan bonding
CHAPTER EIGHT - regulus and ghost!reader bonding
CHAPTER NINE - remus finds out that regulus is alive
CHAPTER TEN - regulus finally asks you on a date
KREACHER GETS FREED - regulus frees kreacher
CHAPTER ELEVEN - sirius finds out about regulus while you set up a date
SIRIUS COMMITS ARSON - sirius burning down grimmuald place
CHAPTER TWELVE - stan finds out about regulus while you kiss regulus
CHAPTER THIRTEEN - the marauders head to the knight cafe
CHAPTER FOURTEEN - regulus gets to talk
HOW PETER LEFT - sirius and james talk about peter
EPILOGUE - regulus proposes
i hope you guys enjoy this series as much as i enjoyed it! as a small, teensy reminder - this series was just for fun. it might not be perfect, but me and leeny had fun collaborating on it together! i hope you have a good october, and thank you so much for reading and supporting <3
this series has finally (emphasis on finally) been finished!!! ive had this series for so long i didnt even think i could finish it, but i did. and im so so so excited for you all to read it! i hope you enjoy reading as much as i did writing!
traveler!reg x reader | little loaf series | wc: 944
summary: regulus proposes
this work is apart of a bigger series that you can read here!
It had been a year since the war went down.
Dumbledore had organized forces as the Order of the Phoenix, but the Marauders had the inside details they didn’t tell anyone. Not even Dumbledore knew as much as they did.
And that led to them getting the upper hand.
Voldemort, in the end, was just a cocky snake with less than half of his soul left in his body. He was easy for them to kill—Sirius and James fought the crowd while Regulus confronted him directly.
They never called him Voldemort after that. It was always Tom or Tommy—a mockery.
It was one of the most hilarious jokes the Marauders had ever thought of.
Regulus finally found himself loving life.
He and his brother repaired their relationship. They always had their arguments. They would yell and scream and toss plate after plate—but Regulus was certain that their relationship was happier than any of his other relatives had it. And he had talked to Andromeda too, though she wasn’t as happy about the situation.
He couldn’t blame her. Every time she talked about it, your words always rang in his head.
You also chose to leave. He had to deal with the fallout of that. I’d say that it’s only fair.
It was fair. More than fair. While it was the least of his concerns at first, he’d tried his best to gain forgiveness after the war ended. Maybe the fact that he had sold Voldemort out gave him some form of brownie points with Andromeda, but he wasn’t sure if he had enough to call them ‘good’ again.
But what mattered most to Regulus was you.
You had made his life easier ever since you walked into it. Maybe it was a bit quick how easily he latched onto you, but he liked to consider that your true talent for getting to know people so easily. It was a beautiful talent that had made him feel so known so many times over this past year.
He officially started to help you at the bar. He’d serve drinks with you and helped cook some of the simpler meals, as well as helping to tutor any of the new kids that came inside the building. There weren’t many, but you always talked about how much you adored each one that passed by. It was something that made him adore the kids quite a bit, too—even when they would be difficult, just to see the way he would glare at them.
But Regulus’ favorite moments, out of all the ones he’d been given the opportunity to have, were moments like these.
It was just you and him, sitting by a riverside together. You had a small book in your hand and you were reading the words, but he could focus on nothing but your voice. Just the sound and the cadence were something so distinct that he absolutely adored it. Something he drank like ambrosia wine.
“Are you even listening?” you asked him incredulously.
Regulus chuckled quietly. “No, I’m not.”
“I spent all this time writing, just for you to ignore me,” you pouted dramatically.
“I’m listening, just—” he paused. “Your voice is pretty.”
He watched as your eyes rolled and as your body turned to a purple hue. You were still a ghost at the end of the day. That was something he could never change. But it was something he didn’t quite want to either—your work was a part of you, and what led you to where you were today.
“You say that all the time.” you chuckled.
“I mean it every time.” he said sincerely.
You rolled your eyes. “Such a sap.”
Regulus laughed at that. But the laugh boiled into something smaller until he couldn’t hide it at all. “I wanted to ask you something,” he asked you quietly.
His voice was raw and hoarse when he spoke, and he could feel your eyes boring into his. But he trudged on anyway. “I— I love you. You know I do. And I have ever since you said that we were friends.
“But I wanted to ask, if, I don’t know.” he sighed quietly. “I’m not good at showing romance. I don’t always do gestures, and I know it’s not ideal, but, just— I wanted to ask you something.”
You smiled gently. “You can ask.”
Regulus laughed quietly before pulling out a small box. “I don’t even know if I’d want to get married traditionally. Or if you would either, but—” he said quietly, opening the box and showing off a ring. It was perfect for your finger and your body, a small gemstone that reflected the color of your mist perfectly. “I wanted to ask if you, hypothetically, would—”
“Marry you?” you asked him quietly.
Regulus blinked before nodding. “Marry me.”
“What—” you laughed incredulously, a small sniffle escaping you before your body covered his completely. “Of course I would.”
Regulus was struck frozen. For a moment, he thought you’d say no. For a moment, he thought that you would blow away in the wind, and that this would be nothing but a horrid dream he’d made up in his mind. That he would wake up, and it would all be back to how it was before.
If it was still a dream, he wasn’t meant to wake up yet.
You had just told him yes.
And there was nothing more that he could’ve wanted in the world.
hello everyone, i hope you guys enjoyed! it's done!!!! its finally finally done. geniunely the accomplishment i feel right now is so much. again, thank you so much to @leeny-leens for this series, go shout her out and show her all of the love! thanks so much for reading!
traveler!reg x reader | little loaf series | wc: 719
summary: sirius and james talk about peter
this work is apart of a bigger series that you can read here!
“I don’t want you to be friends with Peter anymore.”
James almost spilled pasta sauce on himself as soon as he heard those words. There was a bit of pasta water that got onto his arms, but nothing too serious. That wasn’t what mattered, anyway.
Why was Sirius denouncing one of their best friends? Peter, who fought with them to become Animagi. Maybe it was funny to joke about him being a rat, sure—but he never meant it seriously.
Did Sirius?
“Why?” he asked.
Sirius wasn’t doing anything. He was just sitting by the counter with a knife in his hand—and James wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
“Regulus said he has a Dark Mark,” Sirius said.
For the second time that night, James almost spilled pasta sauce over his shirt again. He spluttered before looking back over at Sirius, eyebrows furrowed.
“What?”
“He said that Peter is a spy for Voldemort, and that he joined after we left Hogwarts,” Sirius said casually. The knife was now making small patterns on the counter, and James could feel every bit of wood that was scratched away from its sharp tip. “Bellatrix sent him a letter today, too.”
James felt his eyebrows furrowing. “And you’re sure this isn’t because of the rituals you’ve been doing?” he asked quietly. “I mean, Lily talks about them a lot, and it’s kind of worrying—”
If looks could kill, James was sure that the look Sirius gave him would bury him down to the center of Hell. He could feel himself shivering just at the iciness of it alone.
“Pads, you’re scaring me.”
Sirius sighed. “I don’t mean to,” he murmured. At the very least, he had put the knife down on the counter. At the worst, it was still in his vicinity for him to grab. “I don’t like the idea of a traitor. There are things to betray, but friends are never one of those.”
James sighed quietly, turning the stove off so he could talk to Sirius. “Do you trust him?”
“Peter?” Sirius asked incredulously.
James shook his head. “Regulus,” he clarified. “Because if you do, then I’ll back you. I’ll stage some reason to stop being friends with him. But—”
“But?” Sirius asked again.
“You have to be sure,” James said to Sirius. He thought about grabbing the knife for a second, but he figured it would be best not to. “I would go to the end of the world for you, but Peter is my friend too. I don’t want to stop that for something that isn’t real—”
Sirius scoffed, rolling his eyes as if James was saying something utterly ridiculous.
“—which is not to say that I don’t trust Regulus,” he continued calmly. “I don’t know, maybe it’s just hard to wrap my head around the idea of one of my best friends being, well, that. Especially after all you went through with them.”
Sirius looked over at James before shrugging. “Not when you think about it.”
“What on Earth does that mean?” James asked incredulously.
“He started taking notes of the meetings,” Sirius said. “And he asked too many questions, and he most certainly has been pressuring Lily into making him your Secret Keeper,” he listed off. “And he has this shop that he adores, and I never knew why until now.”
James spluttered again. “The sandwich shop?”
“A secret meeting place.” Sirius shrugged. “I checked for myself, and Boren helped me take photos. Not even Reg knew about that place.”
James sighed quietly before leaning his arms on the counter. One of his best friends is accusing his other friend of being a Death Eater. He’s learned about Voldemort’s Horcruxes and how he was going to get rid of them—and they’ve already planned the battle they would have in the end. Maybe the last part was more fairytale play than anything else, but it was good to dream.
“Do you think—” James started, chuckling at the end. “Think we’ll survive?”
Sirius picked the knife up again, pointing it straight at James’ chin. “You have my word that you won’t die,” he whispered. His eyes glinted the same color as the knife’s silver did. “Over my dead body.”
James really thought that Sirius needed some therapy.
hello everyone, i hope you guys enjoyed! one more! i honestly didn't have enough energy to write the entire breakup/the fight with voldemort by the end of this, but i tried to fit it in there in a way that makes sense. i hope that it makes sense to you guys too! thanks so much for reading!
traveler!reg x reader | little loaf series | wc: 1.3k
summary: regulus gets to talk
this work is apart of a bigger series that you can read here!
“Regulus!”
Regulus could barely hold the binders together when Sirius crashed into him, unable to ignore the loud voice of his brother or his brother’s friend group cheering him on. He wasn’t sure why they were cheering, nor if they even knew exactly why he had faked his death.
But he wasn’t sure if he had the luxury to explain everything. So he’d only explain the massive bits.
“We don’t have—” he sighed before placing the binders down on the table. “Look, I’ve been doing research. Ever since I faked my death, I’ve been trying to find out why Voldemort’s been alive for so long, and I think I found something—”
Sirius pushed his arm playfully. “No hug back?”
“Sirius, this is kinda major—”
“And my brother just came back from the dead!” he said dramatically, stomping his foot like a rabbit before hugging Regulus tight. “You’re going to give me a hug whether you want to or not.”
Remus sighed. “Sirius—”
“No buts.” Sirius said seriously.
Regulus sighed before wrapping his arms around Sirius. It had been a while since they’d been around each other like this. Even before Sirius left. Their mother never truly let them be emotional like this—and Sirius took a hard hit to it as well. Regulus remembered the jealousy he felt as a kid, how he watched as Sirius always hugged his friends but never him.
He never realized how much he would miss it until now.
He missed the way that his brother’s arms wrapped around him. How his hands seemed to be colder than his arms, and how Sirius would purposely touch his neck just to piss him off. He missed the pressure behind it, how Sirius would squeeze and squeeze so tight he was sure that he would burst open at the seams. And he missed the comfort. How it reminded him of when Sirius promised to keep him safe from any of the monsters hiding underneath his bed.
It was enough to make him cry.
“Oh, Reg,” Sirius cooed, only able to hug his brother harder. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
Maybe it was a little awkward. To be crying in the middle of a cafe with people you hardly know around you. But he just got his brother back, and he would be damned if he didn’t show he cared this time. If he didn’t do anything to keep Sirius by his side again.
“Sorry,” he coughed out, sniffling and pushing himself away from Sirius so he could talk about the binders. “I— I want to talk about, about me. And about why, but,” he sighed, opening the binder to where he had hidden the locket. “We have more pressing matters.”
“Is that Salazar’s locket?” James asked incredulously.
“It’s also a Horcrux,” he said, sighing at everyone’s confused looks. “You can split your soul into different halves—and when you do, it makes you impossible to kill, at least metaphorically. If someone did kill you, you could commit to a ritual that would bring you back to life.”
There was a small pause over the table. Small, but heavy.
“So that locket is half of Voldemort?” Lily asked.
“Not quite,” he whispered. “Only about 6.25%.”
Sirius blinked. “What?”
“Well, the soul splits in half every time. But you can only split a half in half so many times—“ he explained. “He has a couple before this one, and one after. But I can’t get rid of them.”
Remus huffed out a laugh as his hands went through the bits of research that Regulus had found. It was ridiculous. A true stack of papers.
“We can do it, Reg.” Sirius smiled brightly. “We’ll do it together!”
Lily and James didn’t seem very fond of the idea, though only Lily seemed to speak out. “Sirius, I don’t think you—“
“We’ll do it.” Remus nodded. “Where are they?”
You were standing in the kitchen.
You’d finished the last of the pastries and were just waiting for your meal to heat up when you heard the creak of the door. You knew it was Regulus. He had a set of footsteps you would recognize deaf.
“How’d it go?” you asked him.
“Very,” he started, pausing as his tongue crossed over his lips. “Very loud.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “I heard you from in here.”
“Do you think we could do it?” he asked you quietly. There was a small smile on his face, though you doubted that he noticed it himself.
You smiled back. Hard. “I think that you can.”
Regulus nodded quietly. “I think Sirius wants to talk to me about why,” he said to you. You quite liked it when he shared things like this with you. “Why I left, you know? It’s a big deal for him.”
“It would be for me too, if my brother faked his death,” you said. “What’re you going to tell him?”
Regulus shrugged. “I don’t know yet. I feel like he’s never going to believe me. Or trust me ever again,” he sighed quietly, body leaning against the wall. “And I don’t know if I can deal with that.”
You hummed quietly in thought. “As much as I love defending you, which I truly love to do—“ you smiled, taking the food out of the oven. It was a chicken pasta bake that you’d been trying out. “You also chose to leave. He had to deal with the fallout of that. I’d say that it’s only fair.”
He nodded quietly. “I know.”
“But I know why you did it,” you whispered quietly. “And I understand you, too.”
He only chuckled at that. “I know.”
“Regulus,” he whispered quietly.
Regulus couldn’t lift his head. He couldn’t bring himself to do it—no matter how hard he tried. He couldn’t look at Sirius, not in his eyes or his face.
“Sirius.” he whispered.
He could tell that Sirius wanted to walk closer to him. Could feel the way that Sirius’ arms twitched as he tried to keep them away from Regulus. “Why?”
Regulus sighed quietly as he sat down. He was going to have to look at Sirius at one point in time or another. He didn’t want it to be right now, though.
“I needed to get out,” he said quietly to Sirius. His body was shaking under his clothes, but he tried his best to “I didn’t think I would play the dead card. I thought I would just run at first— but then they would track me, and I would die anyway.”
Sirius winced. “I could have helped you.
“No, you couldn’t.” he shook his head. “Not from them.”
Sirius winced again before sitting down on the ground. “I’m sorry I didn’t take you with me.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t go with you,” he whispered to Sirius. “And they made me take the mark. They— I had to cut it off my arm. So they wouldn’t be able to track me.” He pulled his sleeve off before he could stop himself, the divot in his arm still there. It had horrid circulation and was purple half the time.
Sirius gasped. “Regulus—”
“Sirius,” he said sarcastically before shaking his head. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Sirius could only sigh. “Maybe another time?”
“Another time.”
Sirius took another step before he could stop himself. His arms wrapped around Regulus again, singing a lullaby that Regulus hadn’t heard since he was a kid.
There was something about Sirius’ tone that set Regulus off. That made him sound a bit crazy and disturbed, though he wasn’t sure what it was about the tone that did it. Maybe it was the quiver when he sang certain notes. Or maybe it was the way that Sirius twirled his hair.
“Sirius, are you—” he whispered. “Are you okay?”
“Never been better.” he smiled quietly. His arms hugged Regulus just a bit tighter.
hello everyone, i hope you guys enjoyed! i feel like i need to add that i am listening to luciano pavarotti while editing these, and he has such a beautiful voice. thanks so much for reading!
