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[pleasingregulus]

holy

silver soul.

pairings. percy jackson x fem!reader.

summary. a late night trip to montauk beach.

fillemarlou says. percy jackson the loml since i was like ten LMAO. i seriously love the idea of percy considering his s/o being drenched like an extension of himself. i usually put the song to let u know the inspo but this time i recommend listening while reading! ok bye luv u.

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percy found it increasingly difficult to keep his eyes on the road.

by compulsion, he’d sneak a look at his right hand side every few minutes, trying to retain every detail perfectly.

the blue and silver hue curtesy of the night, your image contrasted against the shrubs of grass lining the beach. the way your hair rippled behind you from the strong breeze of the open window, your hand extended beyond yourself in hopes of catching air in your palm.

the only thought that could cross his mind was a desperate wish for a camera, a way to capture this sight and keep it forever.

his eyes reluctantly returned to the empty road. there hadn’t been car to pass in awhile, which made him feel less bad about looking away as frequently as he did. not to mention how familiar it all was, he knew what pace to keep, what turns to make, how much longer it’d be.

the wind brushed past rapidly, giving the skin a break from the exhausting summer humidity. it’d been a bit since the saltwater smell had arrived, but it nonetheless filled the car with a renewed sense of excitement.

the music of the radio echoed beyond itself, reminding the seagulls and grains of sand that they weren’t alone.

rounding a corner that percy knew all too well, he glanced at you again, only this time you were already looking at him. his hair was blown about, his toned arms sharply displayed ahead of him, and there was a gleam in his green eyes you liked to believe was only ever meant for you.

the car was brought to a halt in the middle of a deserted parking lot and you smiled at him, before wordlessly rushing out and away.

he was quick to follow, not before reaching into the backseat to retrieve the beach towels you’d brought. opening his car door and looking beyond, his heart raced with anticipation at the stark white moon shining over the dark water.

he ran and ran and ran after you. you’d discarded the t-shirt worn over your bathing suit in the sand alongside your shoes. he smiled to himself, quickly unfurling a towel and tossing your things upon it.

he then removed his own shirt, throwing it next to everything else mindlessly- he couldn’t be bothered with being meticulous when the sea was calling him. he chased your footprints down the beach but stopped right at the edge as he caught wind of you.

you’d emerged from the water. a story percy had heard about a beautiful creature coming up from the sea foam flashed in his mind but he could barely form a full thought to put a name to it. the moon was bright behind you, lining your silhouette in pure silver. illuminating with each stride, if he didn’t know any better he would’ve thought you were the most beautiful neried.

water soaked your body and he was absolutely taken by the sight. he felt that in some strange way, you were completely submerged in him. seeing you in the sea, you and him had become one.

you dragged yourself through the waves over, a water dripping hand extended to him, “c’mon!”

without hesitation he accepted, though he was still watching you with half a mind. as you led him farther in, his eyes grazed your rising and falling chest littered with droplets.

waist deep now and unable to help himself, he pulled on your hand, bringing you to him with a small yelp, earning a breathless chuckle at your surprise.

your arms instinctively came to rest around his neck, staring up at him through waterlogged lashes, “hi.”

“hi yourself.”

waves crashed everywhere but around the two of you. one of his hands found its way down to your leg, bringing it to his waist in indication. once you were completely entangled to him, both his hands rested comfortably around your waist.

“it’s not fair, you know,” you told him.

his head tilted slightly, “what isn’t?”

“you get to be all dry.” your eyes narrowed at him and he laughed.

“you want me to get wet?” he mused with his famous smirk.

“mhm.”

“whatever you say.”

on his word, both of you plunged underwater. you stayed tied to him, although bubbles and strands of hair clouded any visions of one another for a few seconds. once they were away, you saw his hair floating off his head and knew he was concentrating well enough to keep it wet per your request.

light seeped in in rays, encapsulating the both of you, creating a comfortable warmth that almost made you want to stay.

a hand left your hips to reach your cheek and pulled you into a kiss. even underwater, his lips were still as soft albeit slightly most salty than you remembered.

arms still locked around each other and lips moving in sync, you breached the surface. pulling away and taking a deep breath, percy seemed to chase after your mouth for a second, forgetting you couldn’t also breath underwater.

catching your breath, and looking at him in full, his dark hair stuck to his forehead and water ran down the tip of his nose. you brushed it away with a giggle, returning both hands to the sides of his face.

looking at you above him, he smiled, “better?”

“much.”

he gave a small nod, mouth slightly agape, searching your features with that same gleam in his now blue-green eyes. his voice suddenly lowered to a whisper, “did i ever tell you you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen?”

you gave a reluctantly shy smile, the temperature in your face rising despite the breeze, “only every day.”

he chided, “not nearly enough.”

he watched you with intent, as your head lifted up to the sky. no matter the circumstances, he’d only ever want to look at you. your shoulders wore streams of ocean that resembled himself. he gently pressed his lips to your collarbone without conviction.

moonlight once again took the whole of you, your skin glowing in an almost religious way.

as you were blissfully unaware and gazing at the stars, percy was able to form his first full thought since you’d gotten in his car all those hours ago; you were now consumed in him, the way he’d always been of you.

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#percy jackson #percy jackson x reader

[pleasingregulus]

this is too cute

Hi can you please make headcannons for percy going on a date to an aquarium with the reader

p.s. would love for it to include percy buying the reader a shark plush and her naming it percy

⋆⭒˚.⋆ percy jackson aquarium date hcs

content: percy jackson x reader hcs warning: language but other than that is fluff all the way!! author's note: this is me core at its finest. i counted, just for this, i've got like 12 shark plushies...THATS NOT INCLUDING THE NON SHARK ONES??? i do have a fav and i have no shame about it. its a squishmellow hammerhead my bestie got me for my birthday and in his little description it said he wanted to become a documentary film maker which is exactly what i wanted to do!!! his names nitro, which is like coffee, AND I LOVE COFFEE. so hes my fav and everyone else can cry about it.

first date instantly

bro. loves. the. aquarium.

(he just like me fr)

and its like the ideal place for a first date like you can talk about yourselves but also the fish but also get to know each over and also it's beautiful and-

if you can't tell, i love aquariums.

the whole time percy is talking to the fish in his head while also talking to you

its the adhd innit love

(sorry guys just got possessed by a british ghost my bad-)

and the fish are instantly gossiping

"oooo, she's pretty. too pretty for our lord," percy can hear an octopus mutter, causing the boy to glare at it.

"you know i can hear you, right?" he mentally hissed at the octopus, which just blinked at him.

"i stand by what i said, my lord."

"percy, look, he's so cute!" you squeal, pointing over at the octopus percy was currently beefing with

"nah, i've seen better. kinda ugly actually. just like his momma," percy bit out, glaring at the octopus, which shifted slightly closer to the glass, "yeah, i did mention your mom, what about?? oh, yeah, tough guy, you wanna-"

"percy, people are staring," you hissed, wrapping your arms around percy's and attempting to pull him away

"AND IM TELLING MY DAD, YOU LITTLE SHIT-"

"PERCY!"

you drag him to the jellyfish, figuring that was safe

no brain and all

no thoughts to be had

and percy was more than happy to pull you into a kiss in that dark room, the only light coming from behind gallons and gallons of water

he left the jellyfish area with a smile that not even the snidest comment from a shrimp could take away from him

and you were clinging to his arm, blushy and a smile as long as the nile

after another hour and a sweet conversation with an otter, percy dragged you to the gift shop, something about it being the only way to leave

"awww, percy look how cute!" you squealed, your hands instantly shooting forwards and grasping the shark plushie

and percy, ever eager to make you happy, took it from your hands and proudly marched up to the register, despite you trying to stop him

"oh, percy, no, it's okay!! im too old for-"

"too old?? now im definitely buying," he huffed before slamming the shark down on the counter, "one shark plush for the pretty girl please."

cue the blushing mess that is you

and every night, you take that little shark to bed with you and press a kiss to its little head, using it as a little percy fill in

and every morning, when you make your bed, you tuck the little shark in, ensuring it never touches the floor and falls from your bed

your prized possession from the water boy of your dreams

#pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader

[pleasingregulus]

this is so sweet i'm sick to my stomach

HII!! I'm quite new to making requests, but I was wondering if I could ask for some headcanons: Percy Jackson x Aphrodite!Reader (with a sunshine personality, if that’s okay!). Please and thank you! 💞 I hope it's not too much to ask for. Also, remember to stay hydrated and healthy! And, Take your time!💗

(Quick side note: I made this pink because

I thought it looked cuter!<3 oh and, I’m not sure if you do this but if you’d like to pick like an emoji for me to use as a sign off. Then, that would be quite nice! Because I think I’ll be requesting from you quite often💞)

⋆⭒˚.⋆ percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite! reader hcs

content: percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite! reader hcs warning: i don't think anything?? fluff ig watch out yall dangerous stuff might make you fall in love 😬😬 author's note: hihi ! this is my first time doing headcannons as well as writing for percy. tbh, i was a little nervous because new things scare me and i don't want to disappoint but i hope you like it!! also i shall dub you...🎀 anon, bc of all the pink 😋😋

okay, mr. loverboy and ms. lovergirl are in the house yall

i know he's head over heels for you the moment he sees you, leading around some new campers, excitedly clapping your hands as to get them excited too. It works, earning a few smiles

he was so distracted, annabeth managed to get the jump on him in the middle of their training, sending the son of poseidon sprawling on the hard dirt of the arena

"get your head in the game, jackson."

"it is!"

"no, i can literally see your eyes turning into hearts right now-"

"shut up!! she might hear you!!"

he spent days plotting, trying to figure out the best way to approach the bubbly daughter of aphrodite.

he didn't want to just come across as like all the other guys who only talked to them because of their beauty. from what percy's seen, you were one of the kindest and lovely people he's known.

one day he was laying on the dock, his foot passively swinging through the water and he muttered stupid pick-up lines or other introductions, all of them equally as terrible.

"mind if i join you?" a voice questioned before a shadow blocked his view of the sun, which he could vaguely make out to be the girl he'd just been lovesickenly talking about.

"y-yes, yeah, of course!" he sputtered out, jumping up and squeezing over, making space for her. she giggled at him, taking a seat with a sideways glance in his direction.

percy felt like he was evaporating

"i like the water, the seafoam especially. because…well, you know," the girl mused, gesturing vaguely with her hand.

"yeah, that's how your mom was born, right?" percy questioned though he knew the answer, he just didn't want her to leave quite yet as he was desperately trying to remember one of the pick-up lines he'd been thinking about. but with the girl around, the only thing running through his head was her.

"born is a loose term, but yes. it's comforting…feels like home," she replied, turning her head to percy and offering him a dazzling smile that he'd pay all the money in the world to see again.

"i know how that feels, trust me," he murmured back before tilting his head at her, a smirk slowly growing on his lips, "where would you go right now if you could go anywhere?"

"easy. there's this target near chicago that always has my favorite lip gloss," the girl replied like it was the most normal answer.

"what?!" percy questioned through his laugh which then sent the pair down a rabbit hole of questions and rebuttals, neither of them noticing how much time had passed until the sun was nearly completely hidden from view, only the last few rays shooting out from behind the mountains.

"Oh, ha, look at how the time fly," the girl muttered, laughing as her eyes got caught on the dying sun

"must've been having fun then," percy replied with a blinding smile and she laughed, shaking her head at the boy.

there was a pause, the two just staring at each other.

then soft movements from the daughter of aphrodite, who gently cupped his face with one hand before pressing a lip gloss coated kiss to his cheek.

"i was definitely having fun. you're fun, jackson, we should hang out some time," she whispered near his ear before moving to stand up, leaving the boy as still as a statue. she walked away, with a few giggly glances over her shoulder.

once he was sure she was gone, percy shot up and cheered, pumping his fists and jumping about all over the dock until he caught his foot and fell in.

and yet, he couldn't seem to loose his smile, even coated in seaweed and muck from the lake.

she always had the effect on him, his bubbly lovergirl.

author's note cont. : anyways, i present ya'll with this. i'm trying to work through all my new requests rn, which is very exciting bc i've never had those before, but do not be afraid to request away still!! anyways, hope you enjoyed, anon!!

#percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson x reader #percy jackon and the olympians

[pleasingregulus]

this is the sweetest thing ever

Stars in her eyes

Percy Jackson x daughter of Apollo reader

Warnings: Apollo reader who likes to stay up late and admire the moon, fluff, cheek kisses, fem!reader, use of Y/n

Summary: after a camp fire, Percy decides to stay behind in hope of getting closer to a certain child of Apollo

Masterlist

The crisp and splatter of the fire was filling the silence that laid between them like a blanket. It was soft and comfortable, light on the skin. Y/n had her head lean against a tree, her eyes were focusing up on the sky.

The two never properly talked before. Sure, Percy saw Y/n around before, he noticed her. How couldn’t he? She was beautiful. Always a smile on her face.

“Aren’t Apollo kids supposed to like the sun more than the moon?” Percy asked her, his voice cracking at the end.

She didn’t look at him, still she answered. “I suppose so.”

“Then why don’t you?” He asked her, his hands playing with a small stick he found on the floor. His fingers were nervously fidgeting while he thought about a possible answer to whatever she was gonna answer him.

“I believe everything is beautiful,” she said, her voice softening with every second she stared at the moon. “And I can look at the moon, which makes it more bearable for my eyes to admire.”

She wasn’t as bright as the sun, but Percy still couldn’t keep his eyes on her, before his nerves got the better of him and he looked away. Not that she would notice. She had her mind elsewhere. It was all on the constellations and meanings behind the sky. It was where she couldn’t go to.

“That’s why most people aren’t close to her,” Annabeth told him earlier. “They aren’t willing to sit in silence for a long time, watching the sky like she does.”

But Percy was convinced, that he could watch her for a lifetime and not get bored. His eyes traveled over her face, taking in every little detail he could capture.

When he felt creepy for looking at her for so long, he looked up at the sky. You could see the moon but the stars weren’t as visible as they could be.

The boy stood up and took the water can to extinguish the fire. Y/n loosened her gaze from the sky above and looked at him. She really looked at him. Percy felt something inside him tighten as she furrowed her eyebrows at his action.

“Light disturbs the dark,” he answers. “It makes the stars less visible.”

When he sat back down, he sat closer to her.

“Thank you,” Y/n answered, moving her body closer to his as well. “Look, I appreciate your concern, but you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

Percy looked at her confused, why wouldn’t he want to be by her side?

“I like being in your presence,” he simply answered, before looking back at the sky.

Y/n watched him for a minute longer before planting a kiss on his cheek. The boy looked at her perplexed. She was surprised at her action herself, so when he smiled down at her, she didn’t know how to react.

Percy found himself now more comfortable looking at her. He was closer, which made it easier to look at her. He noticed the way her lips wanted to form a smile on her face as she noticed his eyes on her. He noticed how her body leaned into his by the second. He noticed how he didn’t had to look at the sky to see the stars. She had them in her eyes. They were sparkling and shining bright.

The later the time got, the colder the weather became. The two teens were sat side by side, watching the moon and the stars, when Y/n’s body shivered from the cold. Percy noticed it from how her skin moved against his. He took his sweatshirt off and gave it to her immediately.

“Oh, no. Percy, it’s fine,” she tried to talk him out of it but Percy wouldn’t let her.

“Take it,” he said with a serious face.

Y/n took the sweatshirt from his hands before pulling it over head. It was too big on her, but it was comfortable.

“I think we should go back to our cabins,” she mentioned, gaining a nod of approval from Percy.

The pair walked back together in silence. As they stopped before Cabin 7, Y/n was about to take the sweatshirt off of her body.

“Don’t,” Percy told her, stopping her from giving it him back. “Keep it.”

Before she could protest, Percy leaned down and gave her a kiss on her cheek. The moonlight followed him as he walked back to his own cabin, making him visible to her. Her star.

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy series #percy jackson imagine

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i cant remember who the real enemy is.

daylight

luke castellan x daughter of ares reader

3.8k you and luke castellan via percy jackson

tags. the tangledinlove special (jealousy trope, best friends in love, denial of feelings etc.) and title from the tswift song

a/n. i havent written in sooo long please don’t make fun… also i kiss canon and characterization goodbye because i have not read the books since i was 7 years old

i. back and forth from new york (sneaking in your bed)

Percy Jackson has become a light sleeper.

He didn’t think it was even possible to be yanked from sleep so harshly, but finds himself jolting awake whenever the kid nexts to him so much as turns over in his sleep.

He chalks the nerves up to his new… situation. If finding out your father is Poseidon and watching your mother turn into dust Avengers: Infinity War style could be called that.

This is also the first time he’s slept around so many people, so he thinks he’s just on edge. It’s not like he was ever close enough with anyone to warrant a sleepover before.

He shuts his eyes, willing himself to go back to sleep.

Until he can’t.

There’s tossing and turning from across the room, and then a muffled noise.

Someone’s sleep talking.

Percy groans in frustration before realizing he’s being too loud. Thankfully, the kid next to him seems to be desensitized to random nighttime grumblings. Which is understandable, seeing as there’s an entire classroom of other children around them.

Percy takes his pillow that’s barely thicker than his forearm and clamps it firmly over his ears. He counts sheep. He imagines them jumping over fences when that doesn’t work. And then he imagines them as Chiron when that doesn’t work either.

The grumbling doesn’t stop. But as Percy peels the pillow from his ears, he realizes that the measly fabric was able to muffle something.

The crying.

Percy squints across the room, his eyes well adjusted to the darkness by now. He can see the Thrasher now, tossing in their sheets as quiet sobs leave their mouth.

Heard what happened to you on the hill. And I just…

He can make out a dark mop of hair.

Wanted to say I’m really sorry.

Tall limbs and a red cotton shirt.

I know what you’re going through, believe me. I’m—

Luke.

That’s Luke’s bed, Percy realizes. The heroic and brave and wise boy who introduced him to camp is crying thirty feet away from him, and he has no idea what to do.

A twig snaps from outside, and Percy jolts upright. Ah, of course, how could he have forgotten about the second reason he’s feeling so twitchy? Apparently all of those mythological monsters he’d learned about are real, too. Because someone out there is plotting against him.

The memory of rain soaked clothes and the feeling of a sharp horn under his hands has Percy fumbling for his pocket, sweaty fingers closing around Riptide.

Should he wake Luke? Surely he would know what to do. But the idea sounded ridiculous. The camp was safe, it had to be. Grover had said it himself. It wasn’t possible for anything to get past that old tree on the hill.

But rational thinking was beginning to look less rational since he was alone with whatever creature was outside. Something was definitely on the other side of the wooden walls, and it was just Percy and his stupid pen against whatever monster is making its way nearer.

Whatever it is is nearly silent, making its way around with soft footfalls and quiet steps. But the wood of the patio outside creaks under their weight, and Percy thumbs the cap of his pen nervously.

The doorknob twitches, and a cold chill goes down Percy’s spine when he realizes that the door isn’t locked. The door creaks open without protest.

It’s a person.

Much less scary than previously anticipated, but a potential threat nonetheless. Percy watches in awe as the hooded figure carefully steps over the floorboard that he nearly tripped over about thirty times already, dodging limbs hanging out of beds and sleeping bags. A perfectly trained ninja in the night.

Percy pushes himself up using a forearm, concealing Riptide in his sleeve.

“Who are you?” he croaks, voice choppy from disuse. “I have a weapon, so don’t try anything.”

He winces at the way it's much less intimidating than he hoped.

The figure whips around, their hood slipping down to reveal their features. Moonlight streaming in through a window illuminates your face.

Oh. It’s you.

Luke had introduced you to him earlier in the day, and he can’t remember much about you. But he remembers the easy way Luke had been around you, a closeness that Percy hadn’t seen before.

—

You were lingering around the forge, and had gotten a front row seat to Percy nearly setting someone on fire.

“Luke, why are you giving hot tools to twelve year olds?” you’d asked as Percy shed his goggles and gloves frustratedly.

The two boys turned around to find you standing right behind them.

Percy flinched away, and Luke laughed at the face he was making. “Percy, this is—”

“Luke’s best friend,” you had proclaimed, slotting yourself against his side. Percy was on the fence with what he thought about Ares kids, but the difference between you and Clarisse could not be more clear. You were all smiles as you reached down to ruffle Percy’s hair. “Don’t tell Chris, or he’ll get a little angry.”

“Sure, killer,” Luke had said, a smile lighting up his face. He turned away from Percy to face you completely, both of his hands coming to rest on your sides. “I’ll see you at lunch?”

You saluted him seriously, but the way your other hand curled around his arm was awfully casual. “Absolutely, sir.”

He squeezed you once, sending you leaning away from his grasp. Percy felt like he was intruding on something as he watched the two of you playfully fight in front of him.

With a pointed look, Percy’d said, “Uhh. Alright. Nice to meet you?”

You at least had the shame to look a little embarrassed as you released Luke from the headlock you’d put him in. “It was nice to meet you too, Percy.” You took extra care to whack the back of Luke’s head as you left. “I’ll leave you to it!”

Luke watched you leave, a fond smile on his face as he tried to straighten out his hair. “Sorry, where were we?”

—

“What are you doing up?” you ask from across the room, keeping your voice as quiet as possible. Red Converse hit the floor softly as you make yourself comfortable in a cabin that’s definitely not yours. “It’s late. Go to sleep.”

“I thought curfew was strictly enforced here.”

“It is,” you yank your tattered hoodie over your head, dropping it onto the foot of Luke’s bed. “So keep it down before you wake up Katie. She’s snitched on me twice already.”

Percy huffs. “I’m not even—”

“S-Sorry.”

You and Percy go silent.

“It won’t… I won’t—”

“Luke,” Percy thinks he hears you say. You crouch at his side, sweeping his hair away from his face. Without even a grimace, or a sign of disgust, you wipe what must be his sweat off on your flannel pajama pants. Your voice is softened with affection. “It’s just a nightmare.”

“I won’t fail again,” he hiccups instead.

Your shoulders sag. With practiced hands, you shift the boy over and settle onto the empty part of the mattress with him.

Percy knows he’s being nosy, but curiosity keeps his eyes glued to your movements. You seem to know exactly what to do, digging through a bag at your feet and pulling out a cool water bottle. Your hands go to Luke’s shoulders as you gently coax him upwards, placing the water in his grip.

Luke’s eyes are still shut when he says, “Hey, killer.”

“Hi, hero.”

“What’re you doin’ here?”

When you don’t answer, Luke tips his head back to drink before tossing the bottle somewhere on the floor. He shifts over, giving you more room to lay down. Percy freezes when you meet his gaze head on through the darkness.

“Go to sleep,” you whisper, and Percy knows you’re not just talking to Luke.

You disappear into the mattress as Luke pulls you into a hug. Percy hears quiet rumbling as you whisper something to him, and he can’t tell which one of you pulls his head into the crook of your neck.

Luke sleeps silently for the rest of the night.

ii. now that i thought of you (things will never be the same)

Capture the Flag scares Percy to no end.

A chill goes down his spine as the other team lets out their battle cries, and he begins to doubt what Chiron said about no maiming being allowed. Some of those kids look like they’re out for blood.

The nerves only get worse as Annabeth drags him off to someplace in the woods and promptly leaves him to his own devices. No plan, no help, no sense of direction. He’s honestly expecting a bear to come out of the woods and maul him half to death, but after what feels like an hour of silence, he lounges back on a bit of rocks and watches the clouds.

“Hey, Goldilocks.”

Fear launches Percy to his feet as he takes in his surroundings. Riptide slips out of his hands and clatters onto his shield, spinning around the curved piece of metal like a Beyblade.

It’s you. Again.

“Relax,” you say quickly, raising your hands to show him you mean no harm. Your sword is tucked away and you have a slight smile on your face. “I was just going to ask you what you’re doing all alone out here. Our flag’s in the other direction, if you didn’t know.”

“I know,” Percy huffs, picking up his own weapon. He rights his armor as he looks at you suspiciously. “This girl Annabeth dragged me out here.”

“Annabeth,” you say amusedly. You glance around the two of you like she’s going to jump out of a bush.

“She’s long gone. She dragged me out here just to ditch me,” he says bitterly. “You know her?”

You have a weird smile on your face. “She’s like my little sister.”

Luke had said the same thing to him, out by the archery fields yesterday. “So you and Luke, you’re like, siblings too, then?”

“Gods, no!” you protest, your face scrunching together in disgust. “He’s just… He’s like…”

Percy watches you fumble for your words, his brow raised. You seemed pretty disgusted at his suggestion.

“He’s just Luke,” you decide on, and Percy nods, even though he doesn’t really understand. For a brief second, you look horrified again. “Did he… Say that we’re like siblings?”

“No,” he says, and watches as you smile slowly, satisfied.

Ohh, Percy wants to say. It’s like that. But he knows that you could probably tear his head off if you wanted to, so he bites his tongue.

“How long have you guys known each other?” he asks instead.

Your smile grows fond as you think about him. “Our entire lives. We were friends before either of us even knew about all of this.” You gesture to the two of you and then to the woods around you.

“That’s a long time.”

“Yeah. I couldn’t imagine this place without him,” you say thoughtfully, your gaze growing far away. “Hermes is lucky to have a son like him. He’s great.”

You talk about him so kindly. For a second, he can see his Mom in your eyes, and the adoring way she would speak about his dad on the rare occasions she would bring him up. And Percy knows it’s not nice to assume, but… He’s assuming.

Percy doesn’t phrase it like a question when he says, “You like Luke.”

A twig snaps somewhere nearby.

You’re silent for a second. “I — What do you mean?”

Percy doubles down. “You have a crush on him.”

“Alright, Goldilocks,” you say, amused. “I don’t like Luke.”

“Sure.”

“I don’t!” you insist, looking awfully embarrassed for someone who ‘definitely doesn’t like Luke.’ “And even if I did, he would never like me back, so…”

You turn to face the woods, and Percy has no doubt that your face is on fire.

“I thought you guys liked each other.”

“Percy, stop talking.”

“Like when you snuck into the cabin, I thought—”

“Percy,” you snap, your voice low.

“—you were dating. Like Jim and Pam. Or like Rory and Dean.”

You whirl back around, curious. “You’ve seen Gilmore Girls?”

He realizes what he said too late. “My mom made me watch it.”

Your smile disappears under your helmet as you slip it back on. “Good for her. And I’m sorry to leave you here, but I have to go.”

He frowns. “What? Why?” Percy almost doesn’t want you to leave. You’re the first person he’s seen in an hour, and your company isn’t that bad.

“My sister is about fifty feet away, and I’m supposed to be defending my flag that’s halfway across the woods.”

Percy perks up at this. “Annabeth’s back?”

Finally. He isn’t sure what she’d wanted him to do, because he definitely hasn’t done it.

You shove his shield into his hands as you brush past him. “No. Clarisse is.”

The words take a second to register, but once they do, Percy whips around in your direction. He finds nothing but the rustle of the leaves as you make your quick exit.

“Percy Jackson!” a voice booms from the direction of the woods.

He’s screwed.

iii. i once believed love would be (burnin’ red)

Their team won Capture the Flag.

Percy hadn’t done much, other than get claimed by Poseidon and be used as Clarisse bait. Nonetheless, he was enjoying the celebration feast.

Everyone was in high spirits — especially Chris, who had helped lead the team to victory while Percy was being pummeled by three angry Ares kids.

(Yeah, he was trying to not be too bitter about that.)

A group of campers were cheering on Annabeth for her plan that lead them to the big win. (Definitely not still bitter.) The comradery amongst their team was high, and even those that lost didn’t seem too angry about it.

Except for Clarisse and her cronies, of course. They were sitting in a corner, sending him furious looks every once in a while.

Percy made a mental note to ask someone about putting a deadbolt on his cabin door.

The other Ares kids didn’t seem to mind though, wearing any new battle wounds with pride. Percy could see you across the dining pavilion, talking with one of the boys from another cabin.

Luke did not look too happy about that.

Percy had thought he would be soaking up every glorious moment of the dinner, as he was the one who secured the flag for their team. But he had done nothing much other than sulk and push his food around with his fork.

“Who’s that?” Percy asks, once he notices where his angry glare is directed.

Luke is distracted when he responds. “Oh, uh.” He rubs the back of his neck. “That’s Max. Cabin 9. Hephaestus kid.”

Chris laughs as he takes his seat next to Luke, finally hungry after all of his celebrating. “He’s been trying to ask her out for a while now.”

“And he needs to take a hint.” Luke scoffs. “She clearly doesn’t like him.”

The two of you are sharing an orange. Max breaks off pieces for you to have, and Percy watches as you laugh at something he says, covering your smile with the palm of your hand.

The three of them are silent.

Percy’s head tilts. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Luke says, his tone steely. “She’s my… She’s my best friend. If she liked Max, she would’ve told me.”

The three of them watch as the boy stands up and you follow suit. Max tosses the rest of the orange into the fire as an offering, and the two of you head away from the celebration.

Percy gives Luke a side glance. If he had eaten anything, it probably would’ve been emptied up onto the table right now.

Luke shakes the table with the force he uses to stand up. “I’ll be back.”

His plate is left abandoned, and Chris snorts at his speedy departure. Luke’s practically jogging across the pavilion to reach you before you get too far. That old goofy cartoon running sound effect plays in Percy’s head as he does.

The boy closes the distance in record timing, stopping you and Max before you can make your way up a small hill just outside of the pavilion.

Luke must be a great liar, or just really convincing, because after a few words from him and an extended hand, you’re back at his side. You say a few parting words to Max before the two of you turn your backs on him and head back in the direction of the feast.

Unfortunately, it seems like Max is significantly unhappy with that.

He looks a little more than angry when he says something that has you and Luke whipping your heads around.

Whatever he said must not have been nice, because the next second, Luke is advancing in his direction, and the other boy is meeting him in the middle.

The small argument is beginning to attract the attention of the campers on the outskirts of the feast, with a few mixed reactions. Some look like they’re ready to jump into a brawl if need be, and others watch the argument play out, unashamed.

Percy grimaces. “Are they… okay?”

Chris gets up wordlessly to head in the direction of his friend, and Percy trails after him with not much else to do. Other campers join them, forming a bit of a crowd around the three of you.

Your voice sounds biting as you say something to the both of them, and while it seems like Max isn’t angry at you, it looks like he still spits out a snarky comment directed at Luke, if the smirk on his face says anything.

And that’s all it takes. Luke rears his arm back and strikes Max right across the face.

Something that sounds like a mix between a gasp and an “Ooh!” ripples through the crowd as he stumbles back.

That’s gotta sting, Percy thinks as Max steadies himself on shaky legs. The boy looks completely dazed from the single blow. If that’s what Luke can do with a single punch… Percy hopes he never gets on his bad side.

You shove Luke’s shoulder and say something to him, starting another disagreement between the two of you. But now steady on his feet, Max seemingly takes advantage of him being distracted and takes his own shot at Luke’s face. Percy sucks in air through his teeth as he rubs his jaw.

Luke’s on him in a second, wrestling him to the ground as he moves to probably hit him again. But you and one of the older campers rush forward to drag him off of Max just as Chiron’s booming voice sounds from the other end of the clearing.

The crowd scatters like a flock of birds. Chris drags Percy by the back of his shirt collar away from the scene, leaving you, Luke, and Max alone.

Everyone disperses back to their cabins, whispering about the events all the way up until the lights go out.

Alone in the Poseidon cabin, Percy doesn’t see the way Luke enters his own a few hours later, his knuckles sore but his heart aching.

iv. but its golden

You don’t look in Luke’s direction during Percy’s selection ceremony.

Once he’s selected Annabeth and Grover, you give him a genuine smile and squeeze his shoulder before walking away as fast as you can.

Luke calls after you, but you ignore him. The other twenty demigods at the ceremony look away in what’s probably second hand embarrassment.

Percy doesn’t see you again until much later. After knocking on his cabin door, you put a wad of cash into his hands.

“What’s this for?”

“Emergency cash,” you explain as he rifles through it. The stack is heavy. “I know Chiron gave you two hundred, but you never know. Use it only for emergencies, alright?”

“This is nearly two hundred dollars,” Percy says, shocked. “Where’d you get this from?”

“Summer job.”

“I can’t—”

“Annabeth already refused to take it from me,” you protest. “I thought you were my best bet.”

“This is a lot of money.” Percy doesn’t think he’s even held this much cash before.

“I know,” you say, before closing his fist around the money again. “But I know I could’ve really used this money on my first quest. So I’m giving it to you for yours.”

Percy was getting the impression that you weren’t going to leave his cabin with this money in your hand.

“Thanks,” he acquiesces with a smile. “Only for emergencies.”

“Only for emergencies,” you confirm, squeezing his shoulder.

“Were you nervous for your first quest?” he asks, tucking the cash into the inner pocket of his jacket.

You shake your head without an ounce of hesitation. “No. But it’s normal to be nervous, if you are.”

Percy thinks about his Mom, all alone in the Underworld. He was doing all of this for her. He was a little more than nervous.

“How were you not worried? Like at all?”

You shrug, picking at a loose thread on your hoodie. “I was with Luke. I didn’t really have anything to be worried about.”

Percy thinks about Annabeth and Grover. Could he rely on them? The Oracle’s words weigh heavy on his shoulders. Percy wished that he had someone he could count on like the way you relied on Luke.

“Are you mad at him?”

“Who said I’m mad at Luke?” You tilt your head in question.

“You ignored him in front of everyone earlier. It was kinda hard to watch.”

You look away, smiling. “Well, he was kind of being stupid last night. I’m not mad, I just needed to cool down.”

There’s shuffling in the doorway, and you don’t have to turn around to know who it is.

“Speak of the devil and he shall appear,” you mumble under your breath. Luke’s holding an old box in his hands, staring straight at the back of your head.

You give Percy one last reassuring smile. “Good luck, Percy. And I know you and Annabeth aren’t all that close, but she’s a good kid. You can count on her.”

“She’s a good kid.” Luke repeats from behind you.

You turn to face him, your gaze assessing, and Luke’s eyes widen in what Percy thinks is slight fear. But it’s like his entire body relaxes when you move forward to flick his shoulder.

“Thank you for your great input, Luke Castellan,” you tease, leaving a quick kiss on the bruise on his lower jaw.

His eyes blow wide with surprise. “Yeah,” he stammers. “Yeah.”

“See you later, hero.”

The door swings shut behind you.

Luke stares blankly for a good ten seconds before Percy speaks.

“So…” he starts. “What’s in the box?”

“Yeah, uh,” Luke repeats, dazed. “It’s a, uh. A gift.”

Percy presses his lips together, slightly miffed.

It’s obvious to him how the two of you feel about each other. He just wonders if either of you will ever figure that out yourselves.

a/n. evil boys i love u. if i ever write more luke fic itll be through one of their povs so their interactions are less restrained!! lmk if u enjoyed theyre my sillies

#i need him #evil is sexy #luke castellan fic #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #luke castellan x reader

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SO CUTE

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 —send me a shy!reader request for any character (with a plot) and I'll write a >1k drabble

sirius/james introducing shy!reader to remus. and shes just like quiet and in awe, but remus loves it.

luveline's 40k party ☆ tysm for requesting! remus x shy fem!reader

James is used to your personality after months of being your lecture neighbour, unperturbed by your quiet. "It's going to be fun," he promises, handing you a cold glass of cranberry vodka. "They're nice, okay? I won't let anyone irritate you." 

He's hosting a party and had the generosity to invite you round early. He's easing you in, so to speak. It took him two weeks of steady Hellos for you to work up the courage to say Hi back, another two weeks for small talk, a month before you felt comfortable speaking to him first. If you're that shy, a party is basically torture.

"It's not about irritating me," you say. 

"I know, I'm messing." James lists his head to the left. A second later, there's a knock at the door. "Aha. Wait here, shortcake, there's someone I want you to meet." 

"James," you say after him, wet from your glass leaking down to your sleeve, "what?" 

"I asked him to come early and say hello! He's quiet and handsome and you'll love him, just don't stare at his nose." 

What's wrong with his nose? you think, alarmed. 

James opens the door. Two new voices emerge, one scratchy and a little high, the other smoother. "I need to pee so bad," the scratchy one declares, followed by bounding footsteps up the stairs. 

"You alright?" the smoother asks.

You think there's patting, a hug, "I'm brilliant! You smell really nice, Remus, like a garden." 

"Lovely."

"In a good way! Come and meet my Y/N, you remember I told you about her nice gel pens?" 

James leads the smooth-voiced Remus into the living room. You hurriedly put down your drink and stand, wiping your wet hands in your shirt. You cringe at the darkening fabric but hide your grimace as they stop in front of you. 

"Remus, Y/N. Y/N, Remus," James introduces you both. 

Remus has a scar across his nose that seems cruelly cut. There's another beside it that starts in his upper lip, both of which end in his eyebrow. You know how self-conscious it feels to be looked at, so you manage to smile and offer your hand without too much of it. He's handsome with his scars, a nice nose with a ridge and brown eyes the colour of caramelised sugar.

"Hello," Remus says, shaking your hand. His is big enough to make yours feel small. 

"I invited her early because she's more fun than the rest of our lot," James says, throwing himself down on the sofa and kicking his legs out on the coffee table. 

Remus taps your elbow very gently as if to usher you to sit and sits down beside you, enough space to be casual but too little to stop the rampant nerves that blossom in your stomach. 

Remus asks about your life. What you're studying, where you're from, if James is being nice to you. While James is touchy in the rough older brother way, scrunching your shoulder and shaking you when you're not expecting it. Remus is touchy in a different way, you find, almost as if he doesn't know he's doing it. His shoe bumps your shoe, his hand falls down between his outer thigh and your own, his knuckles touching your jeans very lightly. He spins in his seat to talk to you. 

You don't notice other people arriving, nor the scratchy-voiced friends return. All you can do is look up at Remus with wide eyes. Your nerves meld to something warmer. 

"And what do you do?" you ask him. 

He smiles like you've wandered into a secret. "I'm trying to write a book." 

"He's being a bit much," Sirius says to James, the two now loitering in the doorway with matching beers. You and Remus chatter on, unaware of their running commentary.

"It's a very strong reaction. I knew she'd like him, but I didn't think she'd like him like that." James takes a sip of his drink. Remus asks you a quiet question. You duck your head, playing with your sleeves, and Remus, the bastard, ducks his head to follow your gaze, smiling at you all the while. 

James almost chokes, pointing his bottle toward you both as though Sirius isn't already looking. "He's eating it up. I forgot how flirty he is."

"She'll be nice to him, won't she?" Sirius asks, like it's a done deal. To be fair, Remus seems enthralled with you. 

"Definitely. She's very nice. Oh, look, that's sick, she's gonna pass out." James winces as Remus takes your arm into his hand. 

Remus wouldn't do anything cruel, but James wasn't joking when he told Remus that you were exceedingly, achingly shy. He's about to step in and rescue you, but you turn into Remus' touch and pull your leg up on the sofa to make yourself comfortable. Your voice is animated, if quieter than the average person's.

"Woah," James says, beaming.  

Remus flirts almost as a defence, like he wants to get the rejection over and done with so he can move on. You've yet to reject; you're looking up at him in moderate awe, your lips quirked into an easy smile. 

"Boo!" James calls, flicking his bottle cap at Remus, who brushes it away. "Took me three weeks to get a smile out of her," he mutters. "What a dick." 

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff #marauders era #remus lupin x you

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need part two asap

The forgotten child

Pairing's : fem! reader x peter parker, tony stark daughter! x tony stark, tony stark daughter! x peter parker

Warnings: really sad angst, jealousy, daddy issues, neglect, lmk if i missed anything! :)

Summary: dad of the year award? surely isn't going too him

a/n : I know the gif doesn't really match the theme of this story I just really liked it. I did not reread this so please ignore any grammar mistakes. Also, I'm not sure if i wrote a panic attack correctly but I wrote based on what their like for me. hope you all enjoy!

you really tried not to become the forgotten child, always tried you're very hardest to live up to your father expectations, trying to make him proud in hope's he'd show some form of attention.

always studying to get straight a's even through countless anxiety attacks from fear of failing and disappointing your father.

all you ever wanted was reassurance, and if you ever got lucky enough a "You did a good job" after getting a high score on a test.

but it never came, it would forever be something you longed to hear. he would usually just mumble a small, quiet "congrats" as his mind stayed focused on his work and his eyes stuck to the blueprint laid out on the table Infront of him.

you always tried you're best not to feel jealous whenever your father held morgan, you had no ressentiment towards morgan whatsoever, in fact she was the one that kept you smiling most days. although you couldn't help but feel your heart tighten from jealousy as you watched them have daddy daughter time

you really did try you're best to be happy for your younger sister, but you couldn't ignore that aching feeling. all you wanted was the attention she had that your heart ached so desperately for, but it never came despite your countless attempts.

you we're astound to hear a new avenger had been recruited, you always enjoyed meeting new people. mainly because they gave you attention they didn't even know you craved.

you always seeked to see the best in people, no matter what the circumstances we're. including peter parker, there was nothing wrong with him, he wasn't a bad person in fact quite a good one, and if you weren't so envious of him you possibly could have been friends with the boy. but you watched how peter and your father clicked so easily becoming like father and son.

it made the knots in your stomach tighten as you watched them spend time together, it made you feel as if something was wrong with you, like maybe if you tried harder or changed, he'd give you the attention you deserved.

your mother, pepper always said he loved you just as much as he loved morgan or even peter, but you knew the truth as much as you ignored it you knew. but oh, how you wish he did.

"Mom, I'm home" you called out knowing if father was home, he wouldn't answer you. after not receiving an answer, you decided to look through the house in search of your mother, after a couple of minutes searching you still hadn't found her and decided she probably went out and took morgan with her. you heard talking but it sounded like your father, and peter?? "what's peter doing here?" you wondered. you decided to peak you're head through the door and saw peter and tony standing with their backs faced away from you, working on some upgrades for peter's suit.

"you're a pretty great kid peter" tony told him as he smiled at him patting his shoulder. a wave of jealously hit your chest as you watched them, your throat tightening. "Thank you, Mr. stark," peter smiled cheekily as your fingers clenched into a fist at your side.

"Becoming like my son."

once those words left Tony's lips, your mouth went dry, your head aching as you backed away from the door as quietly as possible, you're breathing picking up rapidly. you quickly made your way to your room, tears forming in your eyes, you walked into your room and shut the door softly as your hands started shaking as you paced around your room quickly, trying to stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks. you never liked crying, it made you feel weak.

you're breathing came out in heavy gasp as you struggled to breathe. you leaned against the wall coughing as you squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to stop the words from replaying in your mind.

"Becoming like my son" continuously echoed through your head as soft sobs left your lips, you didn't want to feel this way, envious of what your father and peter had. it's not peter's fault about what your father feels about you so why hold him accountable. he'll never love you, at least not like he loves peter. you can't figure out why? you always tried you're best to impress him, but nothing seemed to be enough for him, it's like he didn't even care about your existence.

you stumbled over to your bed, taking deep breathes as your body grew exhausted from crying. you plopped down on your bed tiredly as you snuggled up against your blanket that was where your pillows we're supposed to be, you grabbed a pillow and hugged it too sleep.

you didn't want to put the blame on peter because it wasn't his fault, but a little piece of your heart blamed peter parker.

a/n: CLIFFHANGER!?!? I decided to leave it for now because I haven't come up with an ending that I thought fit the way I wanted so if you guys have ideas, please let me know. reblog's are highly appreciated, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

#peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader

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A Castle on Fire

A/N: This is my first Tumblr post 🎉

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Making out against a wall. A tiny bit of angst if you squint. Curse words. Use of Y/n (because I can't in good conscience use pronouns too many times in a row).

Summary: When James and the reader find themselves in similar situations with stalkers, it only makes sense they'd help each other.

masterlist.

"Oi!"

Her hair smacked her in the face as she whipped around to face the source of the call. "What the-"

James Potter, the arrogant idiot, scrambled around the corner, barreling straight into her, screeching as they toppled over and landed in a heap on the cold, hard floor.

She groaned. Despite not having taken the brunt of the fall, she certainly hadn't expected it—neither the appearance of her classmate nor the bruising trip to the ground. Nothing, however, was worse than the bruises sustained to James' ego.

"Bloody hell, Potter! Get off me!"

He clambered up, muttering repeated apologies and offering her an awkward smile as he held out his hand.

She glanced up at him and took it, mumbling a small 'thanks' as he pulled her up and picked up the bag that she had dropped, holding it out to her.

"Yeah- no- uh-" he rubbed the back of his neck, "it was my fault anyway...least I could do."

"Hm." She took her bag back, slinging it over her shoulder. "And what exactly had you running like the castle was on fire?"

"Ah, yes. That." He suddenly seemed back on high alert, glancing furtively behind him at the corner he had just rounded. "Just, uh...exercising! You know, running around the...empty...hallways..." His face fell.

She frowned, "Huh. Well, I'd recommend you take your 'exercising' outside where you won't go running into anyone else."

"Yeah...uh, thanks."

She turned to walk away but stopped short. "Before I go that way, is it safe? Prank-less, I mean?"

"Hm? Oh, um, yeah! You're fine."

"Alright then," she offered him a tight-lipped smile, "I'll see you around, Potter."

"Yeah, you too."

She nearly made it around the corner when he called her name, yelling for her to wait.

"What?"

James hesitated, "I- Can you help me? Please?"

Looking back at him, she raised an eyebrow, "How?"

"Great!" He seemed to brighten considerably. "You know that weird Ravenclaw?"

"Which one? Goldstein or Greenway?"

"Greenway."

"Yeah, sure, she's my potions partner-" she paused for a moment to mutter to herself, something about needing a new partner, before continuing, "-Why?"

"She's tried to ask me out a couple of times now and, well, she's following me."

"Uh, following you?"

"Yeah! She, uh, she saw me before I saw her, so I ran, but she's apparently really dedicated to her cause...which happens to be talking to me."

"Oh."

Their heads turned as footsteps grew closer.

James cursed. "Please?"

She'd never heard the famed James Potter, Gryffindor hero, plead with anyone before, let alone someone like herself, so now she stood there, somewhat at a loss for words.

He reached out and held onto her upper arm, pulling her attention back to him. "Please."

"Fine. but I swear, Potter, if I hear a single word about this around the school-"

"Okay, okay! Yeah, I don't need to hear about how you'd cut me up into little pieces or whatever, I get it!" He raised his hands in surrender, motioning that his lips were sealed.

With that, she stepped up to him and grabbed his Gryffindor tie, pulling him down to her level and pressing her lips against his.

He tensed a little as the world seemed to slow around him, but only for a moment, because a second later, she was pushed up against the wall, his hands gripping her hips and her body flush against his. Her bag fell off her shoulder, landing on the ground with a thump they both ignored. Her hands moved up into his hair, pulling at the back strands, prompting a muffled little moan into her mouth.

She grinned against his lips, barely aware of the squeak of frustration assumedly from James' Ravenclaw admirer.

Neither cared.

She took a small, sharp intake of breath as his cold hands slipped just under the brim of her blouse, tracing patterns on her skin. He took the opportunity to trail his kisses along her jawline, down to her neck. Her head leaned slightly off to the side, granting him more access he didn't hesitate to take.

It was only when he found her sweet spot and she found herself letting out little, breathy moans, that she snapped back into reality.

Her eyes snapped open and she had a moment of internal panic. She quickly pulled back, "I- I'm sorry. I can't."

James frowned softly, "Hey, it's okay-"

"I'm sorry."

She only barely noticed the hurt expression flash across his face as she grabbed her bag and slipped out of his grasp, leaving around the corner almost as quickly as he'd come, though luckily there was nobody for her to run into.

He stood there in the corridor, watching after her, half hoping she'd turn around and come back to him. He ran a hand through his more ruffled-up than usual hair and fell back to lean on the wall where he'd had her mere moments ago.

He sighed, head hanging low.

The next morning at breakfast, James stared wistfully across at the Slytherin table where he knew she'd sit. She always sat there.

"-James!"

His head snapped around to face his friends, all of whom were staring at him with incredulous looks as if he'd grown a second head overnight.

"What?" he muttered defensively.

"Look, mate," Sirius sighed, "You've been off since yesterday! What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing's wrong with me!" he argued.

"James I'm serious-" in the background, Sirius piped up with a 'me too!' but Remus continued unaffected, "-did something happen?" He glanced over at where James' gaze drifted to every couple of seconds. Remus frowned, "Is someone bothering you?"

"What?! No!" James exclaimed, suddenly dragged right back into reality.

"Alright then! Didn't mean to offend you, mate." Remus rolled his eyes as he turned back to his book.

Sirius blabbered on, but James tuned it out as his gaze finally fell on her.

"Really, Cissa, I'm fine!" She smacked her friend's hand away from her packet of muggle candy.

"Are you sure?" Narcissa frowned, "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

Y/n smiled, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "I'm fine. I promise."

"Okay then," Cissa smiled back.

The girls raced to take seats at the Slytherin table, Narcissa beating her friend by mere milliseconds.

"Fuck you."

"You too."

They giggled, piling breakfast onto their plates.

Narcissa bit into a waffle, "What do you have first? Charms?"

"Mhm," Lucius affirmed, ruffling both of their hair as he passed them to sit on Narcissa's other side.

"Morning!" Bellatrix flopped down in the last available spot, practically draping herself across her friend's lap.

"Get off me, Bells." Y/n pushed the girl's legs off of her lap.

"No." Bella put them right back up.

Y/n rolled her eyes.

At the Gryffindor table, Sirius looked between his best mate and the Slytherin girl suspiciously. "What did she do?"

"Hm? Who?" James watched as she stole a strip of bacon from Bellatrix's plate, earning a smack on the arm.

"Y/n."

James sharply glanced at his friend, "What? No- Wait- Nothing! Why would you-"

"Because you keep staring at her!"

"I do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do. Not."

"DO TOO!"

"Please-" Remus slammed his book closed, leaning his head in his hands, "-not this early in the morning."

"Sorry, Remus." "Sorry, Remus."

Bellatrix, Y/n and Lucius stood from their table, bidding their younger friends goodbye and leaving the Great Hall. The girls took a plate of bacon with them, snacking as they walked.

"Did you hear?" Bellatrix grinned.

"Hear what?" Her interest was easily piqued.

"My idiot cousin and his friends are planning some grand prank or whatever. They're sneaking out tonight."

Her friend had a mischievous glint in her eye.

She frowned, "And?"

"Aaand-" she walked with a skip in her step, "-I was thinking about causing a bit of trouble." She smirked.

"Bella," Lucius spoke with a warning tone.

"What? I just want to cause a little mayhem! The Lestranges are coming. You joining us?"

"No thanks," Y/n shook her head.

"Oh, come on! You're not going soft, are you?" she hissed.

"Bells, really, I-"

The crazy witch cackled, "Little baby Y/n. Can't handle a wittle fun? Aww."

"Enough." Lucius was done. He took his friend's hand and led her to the charms classroom ahead of the insane girl. He sat them at a table with only two seats, "Whoops, sorry, Bella."

Bellatrix scowled, plunking down at the table in the next row alone. "Killjoys," she grumbled under her breath.

"You alright?" he muttered to her softly as they pulled out their books.

She offered him a weak smile, "I'm fine."

He took her hand beneath the desk, giving it a little squeeze of reassurance. She smiled. Genuinely.

It was at this moment the door slammed open and in waltzed the Marauders, boisterous as always (probably scheming).

It was also at this moment that James happened to glance at Y/n...and her hand intertwined with Malfoy's.

He frowned.

Y/n and Lucius spoke in hushed tones, leaning on the desk and toward each other, hands still linked on top of the table.

James' anger only grew as he saw how Malfoy traced patterns on her hand, and could only think of how he had done so the other day and the delicious breathy moans he had drawn from her.

"Oi, James!" Sirius yelled across the room, waving him over with a 'wtf' expression.

It bothered him even more that she hadn't paid him any attention, even as Sirius screamed his name so near her.

There was only one thing to do. He walked purposely behind her chair, brushing his fingers across the exposed skin on her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

She glanced back at him, only just catching the end of his smirk.

"Watch it, Potter," she snapped.

He hid his hurt behind a grin as he slid into the chair between a snickering Sirius and his exasperated, sandy-haired friend.

As class started, she could still feel his eyes on her. She looked, just once, but once was enough for him.

He smiled.

Later that day, Y/n sat alone in potions class. Greenway was late, not that she cared at all for her company. Actually, she despised it.

"Partner." She was greeted as someone sat beside her.

"What the hell, Potter?"

He shrugged, flipping to the page written up on the chalkboard, "You said you needed a better potions partner, so here I am."

"What? When did I-"

"Yesterday." He glanced up at her, "I do actually pay attention to you."

"Oh."

"Good afternoon," Professor Slughorn entered the classroom, ambling up to the chalkboard. "If you'll open up to the page indicated on the board, you'll find instructions for how to make antidote to veritaserum. I expect a perfect vial on my desk by next lesson. Get to work!"

Y/n and James began working in silence. It surprised her- she'd expected him to be more annoying.

"Here," James leaned over to her side of the desk, wrapping his hand over hers and guiding her knife.

"...thanks." She smiled. Just a little.

"Yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck as he stepped back, trying to avoid eye contact.

She hesitated, then spoke up, "Hey, James?"

He sighed, "What? I mean, clearly you don't like me, so why don't we just work in silence, yeah?"

"What? James..." she trailed off, searching for the right words, "I didn't mean to-" she sighed, "Look, I just wanted to warn you about Bella."

"Why?" He frowned.

"Bellatrix is in a mischief-making mood and you lot are in her sights. I don't know what she's going to do, but I do know her. She's...for lack of a better word, insane. Just be careful tonight, okay?"

"Are you...worried about me, Y/n?"

She laughed half-heartedly, "In your dreams, Potter."

He smiled softly, "Thanks, Y/n."

—————

"Fuck!"

Thud.

"Shit, shit, shit!"

Y/n sprinted across the lawn directly towards the Black Lake, tie half hanging out of her bag after being stuffed in there with her homework when she left the library in a hurry.

"Castle on fire?"

She came to a stop. Catching her breath, she looked over at James who was sitting under a nearby willow.

"Might as well be," she chuckled and pushed her hair from her face, "Sorry, can't stop to chat."

"Where are you going?" he yelled after her.

"Forest!"

He bolted upright, grabbing his things and running after her.

"What are you doing?"

He laughed, "I'm not letting you go in there alone."

"I can take care of myself, you know?"

"I know."

"Y/n, darling!"

Her eyes widened, "Bloody hell."

"Who is-"

"Fucking McLaggen."

James frowned, "What does he want?"

"Imagine Greenway, but make it a McLaggen kind of creepy," she scoffed.

"Oh," he stopped, "Well c'mere then."

"What-"

He took her gently by the arm and pulled her to his chest. Before she could say anything, he leant down and kissed her.

She gasped softly against his lips. It didn't take long for her to get wrapped up in it, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

"I knew you liked me," he muttered between kisses.

"Shut up." She grabbed him, pulling him back in, indeed shutting him up before he could speak again.

#james potter #james potter x reader #marauders era #marauders #james x reader

[pleasingregulus]

REG BABY NO

Astronomy

pairing: regulus black x fem!reader

genre: angst

el's thoughts: right person, wrong time.

They told her their love was as bright as the stars… She should've remembered that all stars fade over time. 

Regulus and Y/N were one of the lucky ones. Their relationship was known to everyone at the school, but those who truly knew them adored their relationship. They were the Slytherin prince and princess of Hogwarts and they truly earned their titles. 

Students paused and stared as the couple walked through the halls. The girls are envious of Y/N for catching a true gentleman, and the guys are jealous of Regulus for catching the literal translation of angel on earth. 

Hand in hand they walked, not paying attention to any of the whispers or glances they received. They were in their own little world as Regulus walked his girl to her next class, not really caring if it made him late for his own.

Their love was compared to the stars consistently. Stars were a complicated topic, but when they were understood it was magical. They were a sight to marvel at, their beauty was a breathtaking sight. Magical. Bright. That was their love, so it only made sense to make the comparison.  

Past cerfew and not a care in the world, the two of them made their way up the stairs of the astronomy tower. Their spot. Their little hide away from the gossip and away from the stresses of school. They would come up here and rant or just catch up properly, but Y/N’s favorite moments were the ones where they didn’t say anything. It was a peaceful silence that settled among the both of them, either wrapped in each other’s arms or just sitting side by side. That’s all that was needed from either of them to feel comfortable.

As time went on, their feelings for each other weren’t as strong. It became comfortable, it wasn’t love anymore but neither of them could say it was never love. 

Y/N had been told that if you really love someone you’ll feel the same way as you did the first time you realized you were in love. The feeling wouldn’t ever go away. It would be impossible. It was supposed to be impossible.

Regulus sat next to her, both of them leaning against the railing of the astronomy tower. “I’m sorry.”

Y/N only nodded and avoided eye contact. She knew it was coming, and they both did but they ignored it for as long as they could. They were on their last thread. “Don’t… Don’t be sorry Reg. You have nothing to be sorry for, in the end, we only hurt each other more. We made it more painful for ourselves.” A silent nod was his answer before she spoke up again. “That was our only mistake, wasn’t it? We didn’t say goodbye when we should have.” She had tears in her eyes but she tried her hardest to hold them back as she took deep breaths through her nose.

Regulus turned to her and wipe her cheek when a tear finally slipped its way past her waterline. He ranched for her hand and pulled her into his side, kissing the side of her head. “I’m so sorry.”

“Stop apologizing, Reg.” She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder, “Please stop apologizing.”

Y/N knew then that what they had might’ve been love once but not anymore. Maybe he was the right person for her, but they fell in love at the wrong time, because stars don’t burn forever.

~*~

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#regulus black #regulus black x reader

[pleasingregulus]

i get warm and fuzzy when i think of period comfort with theo! he would be so sweet and understanding ugh ♡ to me hes definitely the kind of guy to say “baby”

oh my god 1000% yes

protective theo during your period >>>

if you say you're having bad cramps, just expect him to lay his head there and act like a heating pad for you saying "i've got you, baby, it's okay"

the cuddles he gives hello????

him being the big spoon and holding you so tightly against his body

anything you say, he will be listening intently with the most concentrated face

he just nods along with whatever you say and maintain eye contact the whole time

i can't get over the fact that if you were tearing up because of hormones, he would just hold you and rub your back while you curl up in a ball at his side

"shhh, baby, shh,"

he will submit to whatever you say. you ask for water? he will get it. you need a back massage? you've got it.

he's just so bf i can't comprehend

#theodore nott x reader #theodore nott fluff #theodore nott x you #theodore nott #hp #harry potter #theodore nott x y/n

[pleasingregulus]

“i won’t leave you” is so cute!! definitely lives up to my expectations (maybe even exceeding them) thank you ♡

brb gonna go cry

#i love you #theodore nott x reader

[pleasingregulus]

sober theo x drunk reader, including fluff & casual dominance? ♡

notes i am dead i’m deceased. i hope this lives up to your expectations and sorry i didn’t see this request earlier!! ugh i need to get more into theo’s character.

i won't leave you theodore nott x reader

you knew you should've watched your alcohol intake at the party, and that was the plan at first. but the moment you stepped into the room and made your way toward the drinks table, you knew you were done for. you were making your way back to the table for your sixth drink that night, an action that did not go unnoticed by your boyfriend, theodore nott. the minute he saw you stumbling over your own feet was when he decided to make his way toward you. “dove, you can’t be drinking this much, you’ll regret it in the morning,” he mumbled into your ear when he reached you. “but theo!” you dragged out his name with a voice that would make his heart swell. "no, y/n, you have to rest now," and with the last word, he managed to drag you to his dormitory.

even when you were drunk, you still noticed the little things he would do. when he carried you up the stairs and placed you gently on his bed, the way he tucked your hair behind your ear and removed your makeup, how he got you undressed so you could put on a pair of his clothes, how he put his hand under your chin to tilt your head back and put a glass of water at your lips. once he saw your eyes trying their best to stay open, he sat up from the side of your bed. he began stepping out of the room to give you privacy, but not without admiring you with glances behind him. “theo,” you muttered softly. your words nearly got lost in the silence of the room, but, of course, he could recognize your voice no matter what. a small “mhm?” was all he could utter. a simple “please stay with me,” from you was what made him immediately turn on his heel and walk back towards you. 

“of course, i won’t leave you,” he whispered, and with that, he found his way under the covers, flush against you. he cradled your head, which was placed on his chest, with his hand. after light kisses were placed on your temple, both of you found peace in each other's arms to fall asleep.

#theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott x you #theodore nott fluff #theodore nott blurb #hp #harry potter #hp fanfic

[pleasingregulus]

labyrinth regulus black x fem!reader

note hey guys i think i went a little overboard with this blurb/drabble/idk anymore. but i give full permission to @ell0ra-br3kk3r / @ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes to turn this into whatever she wants! hope this all makes sense it's late and im tired

cw a little angsty at the beginning, misogyny, name-calling, regulus being the best boy!

it only feels this raw right now

after going through a breakup with your boyfriend of two years, you weren't feeling all too well. yeah, it might have been a toxic relationship, but he was your first love relationship. how were you supposed to get over it? how did everybody just expect you to bounce back— just like that?

lost in the labyrinth of my mind

overthinking had become a frequent occurrence. the words you would hear in the hallways spoken indirectly to you would only echo throughout your days. "whore, she didn't deserve him," or "i can't believe he wasted two years on that bitch."

break up, break free, break through, break down

that was how it all went. after you broke up, you had a feeling of freedom, gained false confidence so you wouldn't burden others, then broke your facade to the moon every night. the bright rock that lit up the night brought you comfort that no one could supply— no one you knew yet. it wasn't until an invisible string brought you to the astronomy tower to admire the moon, that you met the boy who would change your life.

you would break your back to make me break a smile

he made you feel emotions you didn't know were possible. regulus black was his name. he stumbled into you literally in the midst of one of your breakdowns. the line between acquaintances to friends was crossed, although it was blurry. he truly cared for you, more than he would ever admit. the night he met you, crying on the astronomy tower's floors, the light slowly dying in your eyes, the broken smile you'd given him; he knew it was wrong at the time, but he had fallen in love. not to sound selfish, but he wanted to be the one to put back together your smile, ignite the passion in your eyes, and make you again. he didn't care what it would take, seeing you happy made him even happier.

you know how much i hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back just like that

word spread quickly about your new partnership with regulus. "partnership" aka admitting your mutual feelings for the other one night and talking it thoroughly, agreeing to stay in the line between friends and lovers for the time being. albeit he understood how you weren't ready for another relationship, it seemed like your peers didn't. and you hated it. the whispers you heard in the hallway, all your peers acting like they knew what was happening. but regulus made sure to reassure you every time that he would wait for you. he knew you wouldn't be ready yet, as long as he could have you to himself shortly.

uh oh, i'm falling in love

oh no, i'm falling in love again

#Spotify #regulus black x reader #regulus black #marauders #harry potter #hp #regulus black fluff #regulus x reader #regulus black blurb #marauders era #regulus #regulus black x you

[pleasingregulus]

my life is basically complete

nobody knows what i see

in which regulus black treats you in the way that you deserve + one time you fixed his grouchy mood

pt. 1 pt. 2

guys idk why the spotify link is so big but like yeah🧍

your breakup with james had left you heartbroken, but somehow, regulus was there to pick up the pieces.

"hey, is this seat taken?" you heard a soothing voice come from above you.

you didn't even glance up as you gestured to the open seat. "go ahead,"

you didn't even know when you and regulus had become friends, let alone crossed the boundary of beginning to date, but it just happened. and you couldn't be happier. regulus was kind. attentive. loving.

and it made you laugh whenever people would wonder why you loved him, especially with how cold he was to everyone else, but he was never like that with you. nobody knew what you saw, and everybody thought you were crazy for loving him. but they didn't know.

they didn't know that regulus would sit down with you and softly reassure you that he was nothing like james, that he would never hurt you. they didn't know that regulus would sneak into the kitchens with you after curfew just because you were craving lemon cakes. or how you were the only one he would allow to mess with his hair because as fond as he was of his curls, he liked you even more, and he would do anything to make you happy.

because as much as he was the type to dismiss everyone else, he would never do that to you. where everyone else failed to make him smile, you could do so with ease. you understood him just as much as he understood you.

"regulus, you haven't eaten anything. you have a quidditch match coming up! i get that you're nervous, but you need to eat something!" evan rosier implored.

"i'm not hungry, and i'm not nervous." regulus said unhappily, smacking evan's hand away from his plate. "don't you dare put any food on my plate."

"take a muffin at least?" evan offered.

"i hate muffins."

regulus' head perked up as you approached the slytherin table.

"reg, have you even eaten anything today? you need to eat something, you know that. you need energy for the game." you said as you unwrapped a muffin and broke a piece off to feed to regulus.

regulus accepted the muffin without complaint, ignoring evan's shocked and betrayed face.

"you just said you hated muffins!" evan complained.

"i never said that, don't believe a word he's saying, darling." regulus dismissed evan with a small smile on his face.

#this is so perfect #regulus black

[pleasingregulus]

regulus has my heart i need a part two with him

Hi, I really enjoyed "always the fool with the slowest heart" so much! It broke my heart and soul💔 I wonder that do you have any chance to do part 2? Where the reader moves on with their new love life. And James realizes that he is in love with them and regrets it. If you do not it's alright!

how bitter is the taste of regret?

in which james potter wishes he never lost you

pt. 1

this was so fun to write, and i hope i met your expectations!

at first, james didn't regret losing you. he finally had his dream girl: lily. at first, she was all he had ever wanted and more. she was beautiful, smart, and fiery. but somehow, he found himself missing your sarcastic remarks. he missed the warmth you provided him after he lost a quidditch match. even sirius, remus, and peter began to miss you. because after breaking up with james, you had seemingly cut off contact with the rest of the marauders.

but you didn't matter anymore. you were in the past. now james had lily. and yet he still found his gaze sweeping across the great hall, hoping to catch your eyes. he found himself waiting outside of your shared charms class, ready to walk you to your next period.

"mate, i get it's a force of habit, but it's almost like you're still in love with y/n," sirius joked as he pulled james away from the doorway.

"in love with y/n? in what universe? i have lily," james scoffed.

and for a moment, he really believed what he was saying. at least, that was until he saw you brush past him. and his heart dropped when he realized you might have heard him, when he realized you could be thinking he loved lily and not you. fuck....he was still in love with you!

"what do i do, moony? i'm still in love with y/n! i don't know what to do!" james said in frustration, running his fingers through his messy hair.

"break up with lily, obviously. you already led y/n on for like, months. i don't think you should do the same to lily either." remus shrugged, not looking up from his book. "but of course, this is completely your mess to deal with."

"you're not making this any easier for me," james frowned, plopping himself beside remus.

"it's not supposed to be easy."

and it definitely wasn't. after breaking up with lily, james was alone. so, so alone. he always had either you or lily to keep him company, and now he had neither of you.

so james had concocted an entire plan to get you back. during dinner, he would announce in front of the great hall his feelings for you. and hopefully, seeing his grand gesture would make you feel the same.

for the first time in his life, james felt like he was doing something he truly wanted. he felt confident that he was doing the right thing for himself.

but of course those hopes crashed and burned when he saw you interlacing your fingers with regulus black's. you were glowing with happiness as you spoke with him, and regulus was so kind to you. he wasn't afraid to show affection towards you. he played with your hair and grinned when you got flustered.

he was enraptured with your every word, soft and attentive in a way that james never was during your relationship. his heart sank. regulus would never break your heart. regulus would never hurt you like james did.

james felt his eyes burn with unshed tears as he stumbled towards his seat with the marauders. their expecting faces fell when they saw him.

"she's in love with someone else," was all he could choke out.

for the rest of dinner, james could only look at you and regulus. you were happy with him. happier than you ever were with james, and each smile you gave regulus was a stab in his heart, but he knew he deserved it. he deserved to see you happy with someone else after breaking your heart. he deserved to know that he would never again be the reason for your smile. and you deserved to finally be happy with someone who would actually love and appreciate you.

#marauders

[pleasingregulus]

what once was | regulus black

pairing: regulus black x reader

genre: fluff, barely even there angst, banter!!, academic rivals to lovers!!

word count: 2.6k

originally posted on my wattpad :)

"you look different," he commented with a slight tilt of his head. regulus narrowed his eyes, his gaze roaming carefully around her features. "are you wearing make up?"

"yeah," she replied cooly, a small part of her cheerful that he'd paid enough attention to notice.

his brows furrowed curiously, "why?"

"because i wanted to look pretty." it was clear by his expression that he was clueless; confuse by her retort.

"but you're already pretty."

or two academically driven people maybe, kinda accidentally, falls for one another after being paired up for a project.

neither [name] nor regulus could recount when their little competition started. perhaps it was during second year where they both joined their respective quidditch teams in hope of one upping the other or, perhaps it was when he earned ten points for slytherin and she couldn't help but add onto his answer just prove she was smarter than him.

it was childish and she knew it. yet, she long grew too accustomed to it for her to stop now.

"amazing job as always miss [l/name]." slughorn praised her, passing her the results for her test. the bright red O on the parchment bringing a large smile to her face, from her left she could hear her desk mate, lana, groan exasperatedly.

"another P," lana frowned, shoving the paper into her book bag. "i swear on salazar's soul if i get another P i'm going to cry."

"so 3 P's straight isn't enough to make you cry yet?" [name] teased her smugly before offering to tutor her friend out only for her to decline, something about wanting to earn her passing grade with her own efforts. "okay then, live your life however you want." she turned from her friend, eyes now following the professor who stood in the back of class; passing parchment upon parchment to waiting students. "although i heard your little slytherin prince is quite smart, wouldn't hurt to ask pretty boy rosier for his help would it?"

"i don't know who you're on about," she replied indifferently.

"you know, from where i'm sitting i get a clear view of his —how you say— deliciousness and if my eyes do not deceive me, i believe pretty boy has gotten an A," [name] said playfully, earning an eye roll from her desk mate.

the man besides the forementioned rosier does not escape her attention, grey eyes staring down at yellow parchment marked with an E. she felt victorious, that was for sure, although it was no surprise to her that she'd done better than him seeing as she'd always been ahead of him on this subject.

his head of ebony locks lifted, his gaze meeting her questioningly resulting in her quickly shifting her attention back to her friend.

•••

"oh you can't be serious lana," she sighed, staring down at her brunette friend who planted her bookbag on the seat that didn't belong to her. "do you know what you're asking of me?"

"i do," she replied, both of her hands firmly holding onto the chair and brown bag combo. "come on, i've already talked to him and you're the one who suggested this!"

"no i didn't, i told you to ask him to tutor you not to fucking partner up on a project that we depend half of our grades on!"

"well don't you think that if i were to partner up with you, i'd only drag you down with me and regulus would finally catch up with you?" she retorted. "i mean, you know i suck at this subject so wouldn't you rather have someone almost as smart as you to work with or fail because me?"

dang it, she's got her there and she knew it. the brunette smiled as rosier approached her side, taking her bookbag off of the chair for him to sit. "now off you go, i'm sure regulus is waiting for you."

with a subtle middle finger to her friend, she turned and made her way towards the back of the class where the younger black brother sat. the bell hasn't rung yet so she took her time, chalking up the courage to go sit besides him as if she wasn't (slightly) intimidated by him. she could see him clearly from a mere feet away from where their table stood.

he looked pretty. he looked pretty with his brows furrowed and lips between his teeth, grey eyes focused on the thick novel in front him.

if she was being honest, she always thought he was rather handsome but the word in itself just didn't described how he looked; pretty was the correct term. he had softer features, softer ways of wording his sentences, softer ways of approaching people and attracting them. he was the type where you'd write love stories about whilst sirius —his flamboyant older brother was the type you'd write heartbreaking tunes to.

there was a huge difference and secretly, she'd hoped he knew that. as much as she hated to admit it, regulus arcturus black was someone she could see herself being in love with. she understood why many girls (and boys) threw themselves at him, he was ambitious with what he wanted; shrewd enough to guess the motives of everyone he's encountered; cunning with his abilities to succeed over every obstacle he'd faced.

he was exactly what slytherin stood for and that was exactly the problem. it wasn't like she hated slytherin or anything of that sort, he was too achievement-oriented to back down from anything she challenged him with - and that angered her. he never gave himself credit for how talented he was. she envied him; envied how he didn't envy her.

"well?" the words surprised her so much that she snapped her eyes into focus, finding the boy who had been occupying her thoughts looking back at her. "are you going to sit or just stand there like an idiot?"

•••

"and what makes you think you're right?"

it seems as though everything was going wrong. [name] and regulus had barely worked together for ten minutes when a row started between the two. draught of the living death was a complicated potion and it certainly doesn't help when your partner's constantly at your throat about whether you were right or wrong.

"because, i am," she argued stubbornly. "what makes you think you're right then?"

"well it says here that we're to stir clockwise twice before adding the sloth brain," he remarked, running a long pale finger over the passage he was adressing. "which i'm pretty sure proves that i'm right."

she looked down to the text book and true to his words the text wrote:

1. Add the Infusion of Wormwood. 2. Add the Powdered Root of Asphodel. 3. Stir twice clockwise. 4. Add the sloth brain. 5. Add the Sopophorous bean's juice. 6. Stir seven times anti-clockwise.

stir twice clockwise. stir twice clockwise. stir twice clockwise. stir twice clockwise. merlin, this is embarrassing.

she looked up, feeling her cheeks flush in shame when she spotted his sly smirk. she cleared her throat, going back to her word with a small mumble of, "i must've misread."

"perhaps you did," he agreed with a smug smile. he could faintly hear her grumble curses under her breath, so, in true black family fashion, regulus asked, "did you say something ma chérie?"

"oh nothing."

"oh," he muttered before turning back to his work, grabbing a copper dagger and preparing to cut up the sopophorous bean they needed to juice. "i thought i heard something."

yeah well, it wasn't like she was going to tell him that if he were to smile at her again she'd knock his stupidly straight teeth out. "must've been the wind."

wordlessly; as if muscle memory, she took the copper dagger from him and handed a silver one instead. not sparing him a single look when she explained, "the sopophorous bean releases more juice when you crush it with a silver dagger."

regulus looked at it skeptically, not sure whether he should as he was told or do it the way he was used to doing it. "just do it so i can get started on the essay," she added after seeing how hesitant he was.

in the end he chose to follow her instructions and just like she said, the sopophorus bean released more juice than they even needed for the potion. he wanted to know where she'd learn that, he really did, but it would mean he had to admit his cluelessness to her and he was way too prideful to do such things.

they worked well together (despite the "you think you're god's gift but you can't even stir seven time anti-clockwise" or the "how are you even a six year when you can't even differentiate there and their?"), she thought, turning in their potion with the promise that she'd submit their essay by monday —the day the essay would be due seeing as tomorrow would be the weekend.

it was the next day when she'd spotted regulus sitting alone in the library, his concentration full on the textbook before him. the pair had made plans to meet and finish their essay as soon as possible, the less time they have to spend tolerating each other the better. she approached his table with a cough; alerting him of her presence, regulus head lifted up.

"you look different," he commented with a slight tilt of his head. regulus narrowed his eyes, his gaze roaming carefully around her features. "are you wearing make up?"

"yeah," she replied cooly, a small part of her cheerful that he'd paid enough attention to notice.

his brows furrowed curiously, "why?"

"because i wanted to look pretty." it was clear by his expression that he was clueless; confuse by her retort.

"but you're already pretty."

was that a compliment? did he-? now how does one reply to their (self sworn) rival admitting that they thought of them as attractive. "well i wanted to look prettier."

"hmm." he nodded, dropping the topic and began, once more, focusing his attention towards his large textbook.

•••

they had both gotten O on their partnered project; slughorn was so ecstatic to know that they'd work together (his two favorite students although he won't ever admit it) that he's assigned them as partners for the rest of year.

she hated the idea then and she hated it now, working with regulus was a frustrating process since he always believed he was right (and she, herself, had also thought that she was also right). their —how you say— team work was disastrous. with it beginning with some (somewhat) calm and collected brain storming, and ending with a screaming match about who was more intellectually sophisticated.

she was tolerating him and that was all it is regardless to how she felt her cheeks heat up when his stupid, stupid, stupid mouth spit out snappy remarks that was always followed by an endearing petname.

they worked together and that was it.

so imagine her surprise when regulus promptly took a seat besides her's in history of magic. he kept a straight face, staring at the board before him when she peered at him with confusion. before she could even ask him why he sat where he sat, the slytherin supplied, "i'm being forced to work with you again."

that had her raking her brain for any memory of lana begging her to switch partners once more for history of magics and surely enough, the brunette had never asked such thing. the girl didn't even need help on this subject, hell, she excelled at it.

"i don't uhm-" she stopped, trying to form the correct sentence to say."-i don't think so."

"well i wanted to work with you," he confessed bluntly, turning to look at her. "you could've just asked," she replied. "would you have agreed to work with me?"

"no- probably not." she muttered, agreeing with his assumption. "you know if i didn't know any better i'd think you actually liked me."

"please [l/name], you know no better than a two year old," he retorted. there was an air of playfulness as they talked; their retorts lighthearted compared to how hostile it used to be.

"big words for the sulking man who's begging for my help," she remarked as other students started piling in. regulus frowned, mumbling on about how, "i do not sulk." to which she replied with a simple, "yes you do." as the class started.

•••

it was late and [name] was tired (so is regulus based off of her assumption, the boy looked more tired than he usually does). they had lost track of time trying to find articles that would support their joint essay on the goblins and whatever her brain was too mushy to remember.

it was a surprise that both of them were still awake, having worked themself into exhaustion only to find not two but one, ONE, article about the so and so topic they had to write a five parchment long essay on. the faiths were playing against them on this one.

"I'VE GOT SOMETHING!" she exclaimed with a surge of energy that was provided with the hopes that they'd be done with this tiring work soon. "blow me," regulus replied, from his seat. she hurried over, excitedly settling by his side bursting into his personal bubble in a way that her fully awake self would never allow herself to be, muttering something along the line of, "bet you'd like that wouldn't you."

regulus scoffed, a lazy -nay tired smile on his lips. "just tell me what you found."

"okay so, we've already know that goblins are a highly intelligent race of small magical humanoid beings with long fingers and feet that coexisted with the wizarding world but did you know that they're native to europe and north america?"

"uh- no i did not?" he was tired, but not tired enough to not humor her. "anything else you've got darling?"

"yes! the average height of an adult is forty eight inches." it was then did she actually realize how close they were, she could even feel his breath on her cheeks. "i'm really close to your face right now."

"you are," he confirmed with the same vagueness he'd use when he told her he'd thought of her as pretty (in his own, weird way commenting way). "and what are you going to do about it?"

"i don't i uhm-" she stopped, unable to focus on her words properly. damn him and his disgustingly pretty grey eyes. "i-"

there was something about being kissed by your (self sworn) academic rival that just brought you butterflies. she really shouldn't have been shocked about how soft, sweet, and gentle the kiss was, seeing how she'd once describe him as being the softer black brother but it still took her by surprise nonetheless.

they pulled away, awkwardly turning back to their works before regulus cleared his throat, "hogsmeade err- do you want to-"

"yes."

"cool," he nodded, his hand sliding down to find her's, initiating contact which she returned by intertwining their hands and began, once more, focusing their attention towards on their tedious essay.

—from bee: i love regulus black,, and thank you so much for the notes/reblogs they’re always so kind and it makes me so happy so thank you!!

[pleasingregulus]

WOULD'VE, COULD'VE, SHOULD'VE | r.black

and now that i'm grown, i'm scared of ghosts. memories feel like weapons, and now that i know, i wish you'd left me wondering.

summary —you loved regulus with every fibre of your being, but when he left and never came back, memories of fingertips running alone spines and kisses alone collarbones haunt you, and you wonder if the joy he brought you was worth the agony he left.

pairing —regulus black x fem!reader

warnings —so much angst, just so much. i don't rlly like the ending but it's the best i can do rn bcs im packing to go on holiday!! so hopefully i'll be able to write more over the next two weeks.

word count —971

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How does one move on from grief? Simple answer, they don't. You might con yourself into believing so by repeating the mantra of "time heals all", or you might be lucky and learn to manage it by letting out your anger and yourself and the world. But you never get over grief, not really. This, similar to most things you learned growing up, was learned the hard way.

Regulus Black was your world for a blissful moment in time. A moment so sweet and pure, that you wished it would stay frozen in your mind forever, never to be tainted by the world you knew. But fate had never been kind to you, and the virtue of peace was a distant stranger by the day you turned 20.

He'd been gone for two years now. You almost wished he'd just left without warning, making you believe he'd finally fallen into line with the path his mother laid out for him and mindlessly followed death water orders. But Regulus was too kind to you, and the truth of what happened to him was known only by you and Kreacher.

You still remembered the morning after he left, how you pawed around the bed in search of him with your eyes half-shut with sleep. How confused you felt when instead of brushing against his hair of the pillow, you felt the gentle graze of parchment. And most of all, you remember the part of your soul that the letter itself tore out.

'My Dearest love' it seemed like a taunt. It was mean, cruel even, how he could call you such names before abandoning you forever.

Please know that everything I am, I am because of you. You have made me brave, transformed me from a boy to a man, and for you I am eternally grateful. I know that even in the next life, and the life after that, I will be repaying my debts for a gift like you. I can only hope that what I'm about to do will make up some of it.

The rest of the letter was burned, something you did immediately upon finishing it for fear a death eater would trace his life back to you and learn of his sacrifice.

Regulus, despite his cold and callous look on the rest of the world, had the softest touch you'd ever known. Denied so much in his life, you marveled at the fact that he could love at all, let alone feel love so vibrantly and purely that, even in a relationship hidden from prying eyes, you never questioned how much he felt for you.

But no matter how much you loved Regulus, how much he loved you, it would never compare to the agony you felt after his death. The pain was so all-consuming that you almost wished you'd never met him at all. Almost.

Because despite the dagger in your heart at the sight of every star, a gleam appeared in your eye every time you heard a classical melody or smelled cinnamon and cocoa.

December 31st, 1978, 23:57

His hand was cautious in yours, as if the locked dorm would transfigure into a stage where all the Wizarding World would point and laugh at him, mocking him for ever thinking he could allow himself to fall in love. Piano medleys from an old record you'd stolen from a dormmate filled the otherwise silent room.

"We shouldn't do this." The way his eyes stuck shut made it clear that it wasn't you he was trying to convince.

“And yet,” you brushed some hair from his face, holding his jaw softly so he would finally look at you, “there's nowhere else I'd rather be.”

Over your thumping heartbeat, you could vaguely hear the chanting of other students.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6

His hand slowly raised to cup your cheek, guiding you closer to him.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

“Happy New Year.” He whispered before he kissed you. It was delicate, wholeheartedly deceptive and contradicting what you'd thought he'd be like. He wasn't nervous, when he held you, instead he was cautious. Like he knew your value and worth, and cradled you with such deserving devotion.

“Happy New Year.”

May 18th, 1979, 22:34

“We shouldn't be doing this.” This time, when Regulus spoke, it was with a laugh and a teasing grin.

“But we're going to anyway.” You spun around and pressed a fleeting kiss to his nose before turning again and tickling the pear painting and revealing the kitchens to you.

“You're incorrigible.” He laughed. “Who ‘needs’ hot chocolate in summer?”

“Well, it's still raining like it's spring so I will take all the hot chocolate I deserve.”

The house elves were past average familiarities with the two of you, your mid-night kitchen runs nothing short of routine, and an elf was already on his way to fix up your drink.

You talked with the elves as if they were your family while Regulus rested against the wall and admired. It was one of the many things that drew him to you, your inescapable kindness and shared ways of thinking. For the first time in his life, when he was around you he felt understood.

Now you cursed his name. Regulus Black, bane of your life, king of your heart. Regulus Black, torturous in his wit, healing in his love.

Still, you would honour him. You had a photo of him tucked into a locket you only wore when you were alone. You made hot chocolate in summer. You listened to stupid piano melodie's that dragged on forever, but he seemed to love anyway.

Regulus Black wasn't your first love, but he was the only one that ever had, and ever would matter. Even if he'd left you truly on your own.

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