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Rejoice

Regulus Black x Fem!Reader

Summary: You, Regulus, and the marauders are on a very dangerous mission to destroy the Horcruxes. The whole situation of the mission and of the brutal war were affecting your mental health drastically. Luckily, Reg is the best boyfriend in the world, and he knows exactly what to do to make you feel better.

Word Count: 1.9 K

Warnings: Canon level of violence, mentions of mental health/mental health issues and people feeling down because of the first wizarding war.

A/N: The sixth horcrux (Harry Potter) was accidentally made in 1981 and the seventh one, Nagini, was created after Voldemort's return between 1994 and 1996. This story takes place in 1979, so there were only five horcruxes. The song O'Children is mentioned. Let's all pretend it was released at the 70s and not at the 200s.

1979. 

The wizarding war was in full swing. Muggle-borns and "blood traitors" were murdered daily by Voldemort and his sick followers. The Order of the Phoenix had been formed a few years ago and you were finally able to join on the recommendation of your cousin James after your graduation. 

Being a member of the Order of the Phoenix was suicide. You all had nightmares, and peace was something none of you knew when friends were injured and even killed weekly. But you were fighting for a better world, and you wouldn't hesitate to lay down your life in the cause of respect for Muggle-borns.

Almost a year after joining the order, you decided to visit Regulus Black. You had grown apart in the middle of the seventh year and due to the missions, you didn't have time to try to rekindle your friendship with him. 

But today would be the day you would corner him at his house and the two of you would talk like the civilized adults you were.

Upon knocking on the back door of Grimmauld Place, You were quickly answered by Kreacher. The house-elf looked disappointed and then furious at the sight of your face (despite the hood you wore for security) and so he hurriedly pulled you into the mansion and locked the door. 

''You shouldn't be here, brat. What the hell do you want?'' Kreacher demanded in his usual annoyed and impatient tone. But today there was something else in his posture. He seemed to be… restless.

 ''Goodnight to you too, Kreacher . I…'' You took a deep breath before completing the sentence. ''I came to talk to Regulus.'' 

''He's not at home. You interrupted my service for nothing.'' You frowned. The Ex-Slytherin's source of income was the generous inheritance of the Black family. Which meant he didn't work and couldn't be away on business. And you were aware that you were Regulus' only friend. Why the hell he wasn't home at 9:00 pm on a Thursday?

You immediately felt a bad feeling about your friend's whereabouts and suddenly your stomach dropped.

 ''Kreacher... W-where did Reg go?'' You mustered up the strength to ask. Yours hands clenched your cloak to stop them from shaking.

 The elf hesitated before answering. 

''That's none of your business, you nasty blood traitor.'' Kreacher ALWAYS looked people in the eye when talking to them to intimidate them and show he wasn't a submissive elf domestic. So the fact that he was avoiding your gaze like the plague made you freak out internally. 

All your life you have treated all house elves around you with respect and dignity. 

But today you didn't have time for that. 

''Listen here you bastard elf: Tell me where my friend went before I break your neck!'' You weren't an aggressive person and the elf who was currently being lifted several inches off the ground by the collar of his robes knew it. So seeing you threatening him like that both infuriated him and sent an immense wave of relief through his body. 

Kreacher did not verbally respond to you. Instead, he snapped his fingers and conjured up a small black notebook and handed it to you. You immediately put the Elf down and started reading the contents of the notebook. 

He was a death eater?!?! Voldemort has Horcruxes and apparently, Regulus stole one of them?!?! HE WAS GOING TO A LAKE FILLED WITH INFERNIS?!?! 

Regulus what have you done? 

* * * *

Several hours later, You heard the sheets shifting as Regulus regained consciousness. You were still reading a book about Horcruxes that you may or may not have stolen from Dumbledore's office a few hours earlier. You had your back to the boy in your bed. Your tea was still hot and your hair was freshly washed.

 ''Y/N…?'' He asked in a voice groggy with sleep. 

You finally got up from your desk chair to look at Regulus. 

''Would you like to explain to me why I found my school friend with half his forearm bleeding a terrifying amount of blood from having his skin ripped off and being dragged by extremely dangerous undead beings who intended to kill him?'' You asked calmly. With an expression showing nothing. 

Regulus looked away and concentrated on staring at his lap. A few seconds later, his shoulders started to shake and he buried his face in his hands. 

You sat next to him on the bed, but you didn't dare touch him because you didn't wanted to make him uncomfortable. 

''You didn't have to go through this alone, Reg. I promised I'd always be here for you, remember?” Yours voice was low but firm. Your confirmation that he heard you between his sobs was feeling Regulus's arms around your waist and his face buried in your chest, soaking your shirt. You stroked his back and kissed the top of his head, making the poor wizard feel loved for the first time in a long time. 

* * * 

After Regulus' arm was treated by mediwizards that supported the Order of the Phoenix, a meeting with all members of the Order was scheduled and Regulus shared everything. How he was forced by his mother to become a Death Eater before he turned 17; How he realized he was on the wrong side of the war; how he discovered that Voldemort had six Horcruxes; how Regulus stole one of them intending to destroy it and how he ripped the skin off his own arm so that Voldemort could no longer control him.

 When the young wizard finished speaking, no one had the heart to say anything. Who broke the dead silence was Dumbledore, after long minutes of reflecting on the new information about Voldemort. 

''I'm sorry for everything you've had to go through, young Black. I consider you worthy of my trust and I hope that of everyone in this room as well.'' 

The next to speak was Remus Lupin.

 ''Do you know what are the other Horcruxes, Regulus? Killing Voldemort is our only chance to win this war and we need to do it as soon as possible."

 Regulus nodded and listed the other three Horcruxes. Aside from the locket, he was only sure of the location of one of the Horcruxes. Sirius couldn't disguise his laughter when he found out that The Dark Lord™ had a diary. 

Quickly, everyone began to get involved in the operation to destroy the Horcruxes. Some members made suggestions f where the other two Horcruxes might be, other had theories of how to destruy horcruxes, and the room started to get insanely noisy. Dumbledore interrupted them, saying that he had already made the more suitable plan.

 * * * 

Two months. 

That was the time you spent hunting Horcruxes and running away from Voldemort and the Death Eaters who quickly discovered your plans. None of you could have guessed that destroying a diary (which you and Peter had stolen from the Malfoy's Manor) and a locket that was thousands of years old could be so difficult to destroy. 

Currently, you were in an abandoned cabin in a forest. The diary was tucked away in Sirius' backpack and the one wearing the locket today was James. It was a bad idea because he cried himself to sleep because he missed Lily; the wife he loved so much and that was pregnant and alone because her husband was forced to leave her. 

None of the rest of you were okay either. 

Sure, good things had happened. Regulus confessed to you how important you were to him and you started dating. Honestly, he was a much better boyfriend than you had imagined. But Sirius still felt terrible for everything he thought bad about his little brother. And knowing that he could have saved Regulus a lot of suffering if he hadn't left his brother alone in that hellish house was eating him alive. 

Remus needed to walk several kilometres into the forest on full moon nights so he wouldn't risk hurting anyone. And only one of the Marauders could go with him because they couldn't leave you and Regulus in charge of some of the wizarding world's most dangerous objects alone. Consequently, Remus was more exhausted and tired than usual. It hurt so much that you couldn't do anything to help your friend. 

Peter did not have a good relationship with his family. The Marauders were all he knew of affection and he felt helpless watching them suffer and being so impotent. He always felt like the most useless of his friends, but not being able to ease the pain of people so important to him was killing him. 

Now you… Well, you had everything to lose. Your dream of being a Quidditch player, Your loving family, Your friends, Your boyfriend and Your own life. Nightmares of being tortured or seeing someone you loved being killed in front of you kept you awake for days. 

After soaking his pillow, James was finally able to sleep. Everyone eventually made it, but you were tossing and turning in your bed for hours. Finally giving up, you put on a coat, grabbed your wand and silently left the hut. 

You mumbled lumos and found a log to sit on a few yards from the hut and finally allowed the tears to roll down Your cheeks. You barely had the energy to sob. 

You don't know how long you stayed there, but apparently, it was long because a voice that made your stomach fill with butterflies brought you out of your depressing thoughts.

 ''There you are, sweetheart.'' Regulus didn't speak too loudly so as not to scare you, but his voice was firm to try to reassure you.

You were surprised by the small genuine smile that formed on your face when you saw him.

''Sorry, Reg. I just needed to be alone for a while. Didn't mean to worry you.''  He knelt in front of you and kissed your cheek. 

''No need to apologize, Sophia. I understand.'' He replied, stroking the place where he kissed you.

A few minutes passed in comfortable silence before he asked if you'd like to vent to him. Everything you've been holding on to for those weeks came crashing down as you buried your face in the crook of your lover's neck. You tried to explain what you felt, but the sobs prevented you from speaking properly. You stayed like that for several minutes until your breathing calmed down and you started placing kisses on Regulus' jaw, making him laugh. 

Suddenly, he gently lifted you to your feet and wrapped his arms around your waist, forcing you to bury your face in his chest. Reg put yours arms around his neck and he started humming a song softly that you immediately recognized. 

Sirius was a big fan of muggle rock and you liked the songs he made you listen to so much that you showed them to Regulus. His favourite band became Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. O' Children was his favourite song and it was the one he was humming as he cradled you in his arms to dance. 

At that moment, the war and Voldemort did not exist. You didn't risk losing your family or your friends because Regulus knew how to make you feel protected like no one else ever did. You loved him. You loved him desperately and you needed to tell him before it was too late. 

''I love you.'' 

You both froze as you realized you'd said the L-word at the same time, and immediately looked into each other's eyes, shocked, before bursting out laughing like children, happy and relieved. 

He connected his lips with yours and the world became beautiful again. Not perfect or safe, but hopeful.

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Rejoice

Regulus Black x Fem!Reader

Summary: You, Regulus, and the marauders are on a very dangerous mission to destroy the Horcruxes. The whole situation of the mission and of the brutal war were affecting your mental health drastically. Luckily, Reg is the best boyfriend in the world, and he knows exactly what to do to make you feel better.

Word Count: 1.9 K

Warnings: Canon level of violence, mentions of mental health/mental health issues and people feeling down because of the first wizarding war.

A/N: The sixth horcrux (Harry Potter) was accidentally made in 1981 and the seventh one, Nagini, was created after Voldemort's return between 1994 and 1996. This story takes place in 1979, so there were only five horcruxes. The song O'Children is mentioned. Let's all pretend it was released at the 70s and not at the 200s.

1979. 

The wizarding war was in full swing. Muggle-borns and "blood traitors" were murdered daily by Voldemort and his sick followers. The Order of the Phoenix had been formed a few years ago and you were finally able to join on the recommendation of your cousin James after your graduation. 

Being a member of the Order of the Phoenix was suicide. You all had nightmares, and peace was something none of you knew when friends were injured and even killed weekly. But you were fighting for a better world, and you wouldn't hesitate to lay down your life in the cause of respect for Muggle-borns.

Almost a year after joining the order, you decided to visit Regulus Black. You had grown apart in the middle of the seventh year and due to the missions, you didn't have time to try to rekindle your friendship with him. 

But today would be the day you would corner him at his house and the two of you would talk like the civilized adults you were.

Upon knocking on the back door of Grimmauld Place, You were quickly answered by Kreacher. The house-elf looked disappointed and then furious at the sight of your face (despite the hood you wore for security) and so he hurriedly pulled you into the mansion and locked the door. 

''You shouldn't be here, brat. What the hell do you want?'' Kreacher demanded in his usual annoyed and impatient tone. But today there was something else in his posture. He seemed to be… restless.

 ''Goodnight to you too, Kreacher . I…'' You took a deep breath before completing the sentence. ''I came to talk to Regulus.'' 

''He's not at home. You interrupted my service for nothing.'' You frowned. The Ex-Slytherin's source of income was the generous inheritance of the Black family. Which meant he didn't work and couldn't be away on business. And you were aware that you were Regulus' only friend. Why the hell he wasn't home at 9:00 pm on a Thursday?

You immediately felt a bad feeling about your friend's whereabouts and suddenly your stomach dropped.

 ''Kreacher... W-where did Reg go?'' You mustered up the strength to ask. Yours hands clenched your cloak to stop them from shaking.

 The elf hesitated before answering. 

''That's none of your business, you nasty blood traitor.'' Kreacher ALWAYS looked people in the eye when talking to them to intimidate them and show he wasn't a submissive elf domestic. So the fact that he was avoiding your gaze like the plague made you freak out internally. 

All your life you have treated all house elves around you with respect and dignity. 

But today you didn't have time for that. 

''Listen here you bastard elf: Tell me where my friend went before I break your neck!'' You weren't an aggressive person and the elf who was currently being lifted several inches off the ground by the collar of his robes knew it. So seeing you threatening him like that both infuriated him and sent an immense wave of relief through his body. 

Kreacher did not verbally respond to you. Instead, he snapped his fingers and conjured up a small black notebook and handed it to you. You immediately put the Elf down and started reading the contents of the notebook. 

He was a death eater?!?! Voldemort has Horcruxes and apparently, Regulus stole one of them?!?! HE WAS GOING TO A LAKE FILLED WITH INFERNIS?!?! 

Regulus what have you done? 

* * * *

Several hours later, You heard the sheets shifting as Regulus regained consciousness. You were still reading a book about Horcruxes that you may or may not have stolen from Dumbledore's office a few hours earlier. You had your back to the boy in your bed. Your tea was still hot and your hair was freshly washed.

 ''Y/N…?'' He asked in a voice groggy with sleep. 

You finally got up from your desk chair to look at Regulus. 

''Would you like to explain to me why I found my school friend with half his forearm bleeding a terrifying amount of blood from having his skin ripped off and being dragged by extremely dangerous undead beings who intended to kill him?'' You asked calmly. With an expression showing nothing. 

Regulus looked away and concentrated on staring at his lap. A few seconds later, his shoulders started to shake and he buried his face in his hands. 

You sat next to him on the bed, but you didn't dare touch him because you didn't wanted to make him uncomfortable. 

''You didn't have to go through this alone, Reg. I promised I'd always be here for you, remember?” Yours voice was low but firm. Your confirmation that he heard you between his sobs was feeling Regulus's arms around your waist and his face buried in your chest, soaking your shirt. You stroked his back and kissed the top of his head, making the poor wizard feel loved for the first time in a long time. 

* * * 

After Regulus' arm was treated by mediwizards that supported the Order of the Phoenix, a meeting with all members of the Order was scheduled and Regulus shared everything. How he was forced by his mother to become a Death Eater before he turned 17; How he realized he was on the wrong side of the war; how he discovered that Voldemort had six Horcruxes; how Regulus stole one of them intending to destroy it and how he ripped the skin off his own arm so that Voldemort could no longer control him.

 When the young wizard finished speaking, no one had the heart to say anything. Who broke the dead silence was Dumbledore, after long minutes of reflecting on the new information about Voldemort. 

''I'm sorry for everything you've had to go through, young Black. I consider you worthy of my trust and I hope that of everyone in this room as well.'' 

The next to speak was Remus Lupin.

 ''Do you know what are the other Horcruxes, Regulus? Killing Voldemort is our only chance to win this war and we need to do it as soon as possible."

 Regulus nodded and listed the other three Horcruxes. Aside from the locket, he was only sure of the location of one of the Horcruxes. Sirius couldn't disguise his laughter when he found out that The Dark Lord™ had a diary. 

Quickly, everyone began to get involved in the operation to destroy the Horcruxes. Some members made suggestions f where the other two Horcruxes might be, other had theories of how to destruy horcruxes, and the room started to get insanely noisy. Dumbledore interrupted them, saying that he had already made the more suitable plan.

 * * * 

Two months. 

That was the time you spent hunting Horcruxes and running away from Voldemort and the Death Eaters who quickly discovered your plans. None of you could have guessed that destroying a diary (which you and Peter had stolen from the Malfoy's Manor) and a locket that was thousands of years old could be so difficult to destroy. 

Currently, you were in an abandoned cabin in a forest. The diary was tucked away in Sirius' backpack and the one wearing the locket today was James. It was a bad idea because he cried himself to sleep because he missed Lily; the wife he loved so much and that was pregnant and alone because her husband was forced to leave her. 

None of the rest of you were okay either. 

Sure, good things had happened. Regulus confessed to you how important you were to him and you started dating. Honestly, he was a much better boyfriend than you had imagined. But Sirius still felt terrible for everything he thought bad about his little brother. And knowing that he could have saved Regulus a lot of suffering if he hadn't left his brother alone in that hellish house was eating him alive. 

Remus needed to walk several kilometres into the forest on full moon nights so he wouldn't risk hurting anyone. And only one of the Marauders could go with him because they couldn't leave you and Regulus in charge of some of the wizarding world's most dangerous objects alone. Consequently, Remus was more exhausted and tired than usual. It hurt so much that you couldn't do anything to help your friend. 

Peter did not have a good relationship with his family. The Marauders were all he knew of affection and he felt helpless watching them suffer and being so impotent. He always felt like the most useless of his friends, but not being able to ease the pain of people so important to him was killing him. 

Now you… Well, you had everything to lose. Your dream of being a Quidditch player, Your loving family, Your friends, Your boyfriend and Your own life. Nightmares of being tortured or seeing someone you loved being killed in front of you kept you awake for days. 

After soaking his pillow, James was finally able to sleep. Everyone eventually made it, but you were tossing and turning in your bed for hours. Finally giving up, you put on a coat, grabbed your wand and silently left the hut. 

You mumbled lumos and found a log to sit on a few yards from the hut and finally allowed the tears to roll down Your cheeks. You barely had the energy to sob. 

You don't know how long you stayed there, but apparently, it was long because a voice that made your stomach fill with butterflies brought you out of your depressing thoughts.

 ''There you are, sweetheart.'' Regulus didn't speak too loudly so as not to scare you, but his voice was firm to try to reassure you.

You were surprised by the small genuine smile that formed on your face when you saw him.

''Sorry, Reg. I just needed to be alone for a while. Didn't mean to worry you.''  He knelt in front of you and kissed your cheek. 

''No need to apologize, Y/n. I understand.'' He replied, stroking the place where he kissed you.

A few minutes passed in comfortable silence before he asked if you'd like to vent to him. Everything you've been holding on to for those weeks came crashing down as you buried your face in the crook of your lover's neck. You tried to explain what you felt, but the sobs prevented you from speaking properly. You stayed like that for several minutes until your breathing calmed down and you started placing kisses on Regulus' jaw, making him laugh. 

Suddenly, he gently lifted you to your feet and wrapped his arms around your waist, forcing you to bury your face in his chest. Reg put yours arms around his neck and he started humming a song softly that you immediately recognized. 

Sirius was a big fan of muggle rock and you liked the songs he made you listen to so much that you showed them to Regulus. His favourite band became Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. O' Children was his favourite song and it was the one he was humming as he cradled you in his arms to dance. 

At that moment, the war and Voldemort did not exist. You didn't risk losing your family or your friends because Regulus knew how to make you feel protected like no one else ever did. You loved him. You loved him desperately and you needed to tell him before it was too late. 

''I love you.'' 

You both froze as you realized you'd said the L-word at the same time, and immediately looked into each other's eyes, shocked, before bursting out laughing like children, happy and relieved. 

He connected his lips with yours and the world became beautiful again. Not perfect or safe, but hopeful.

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Finally working on a Regulus Black fic to post this week...

#i had the hugest block writing ever #sorry about this #i've never wrote for regulus before so i'm a bit nervous

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Narnia Masterlist

↠ Edmund Pevensie

A Little Favour (One Shot)

Summary: Your best friend Edmund (aka the love of your life) asks you to help him invite his crush on a date

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Marvel Masterlist

↠ Loki Laufeyson

Reality (One Shot)

Summary: You know Loki, your husband, since you were kids and you both are extremely happy together, then why do you still feel that something is wrong?

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The Marauders Masterlist

↠ Sirius Black

Lay all your love on me (One Shot)

Summary: Sirius has always been your friend, but he falls in love with you and decides to confess his feelings at the sound of ABBA at a party.

↠ James Potter

You will be my world. (One Shot)

Summary: James Potter never liked how the Autumn made everything seems so unsightly and boresome. That was until you steal his heart and make him change his mind about the autumn.

↠ Regulus Black

Rejoice (One Shot)

Sinopse: You, Regulus, and the marauders are on a very dangerous mission to destroy the Horcruxes. The whole situation of the mission and of the brutal war were affecting your mental health drastically. Luckily, Reg is the best boyfriend in the world, and he knows exactly what to do to make you feel better.

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You will be my world.

James Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: James Potter never liked how the Autumn made everything seems so unsightly and boresome. That was until you steal his heart and make him change his mind about the autumn.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: none, just tooth-rotting fluff. A slight mention of the first wizarding war, maybe?

A/N: Actually, my favourite season is spring, but I love the song ''we fell in love in october'' and I just couldn't stop myself from writing this.

James Potter hated autumn.

He loved summer because he could feel the sun kissing his skin and making him feel alive. Spring was the perfect time for him to gift his mom flowers and watch nature's beautiful cycle where animals found their mates. Winter was synonymous with Christmas (James' favourite holiday) and it was when he could play with his parents in the snow.

Autumn was just three months of sheer boredom. Nothing special happened in the Autumn. Everything was so… unsightly.

That was until he met you.

It was the middle of October and James' least favourite season was in full swing. Most of his neighbours were adults without children, leaving him with no one to play with for nine years, but that all changed that year when a moving truck pulled up in front of the house next to his with a car right behind. A couple got out of the car with a… Child.

A child his age.

James immediately turned away from the window and was already pulling on his coat to leave the house to greet you when Fleamont Potter stopped him.

''We live in a Muggle neighbourhood, Jamie, and you still don't know how to control your magic very well. I'll invite them to afternoon tea and we'll find out if they're wizards.''

Thank Merlin they were.

The L/Ns were a Muggle-born couple who met through their work at the Ministry of Magic. Their only child, Y/n, had inherited her parents' magic.

They were a very likeable couple and Fleamont and Euphemia quickly made friends with them.

''It's not dark yet, you could go out and play.'' Mrs L/n suggested.

Of course, James was over the moon to finally have someone to play with, but he felt uncomfortable being alone with you because so far you both only exchanged a ''Hi''.

The square that was a few meters from James' house was pretty empty at this time of day. You noticed that, so you suggested the two of you go over there. James happily agreed, but as soon as you turned your back to go down to the square, James scowled. He never went to the square in autumn precisely because everything was ugly. But he agreed because he wanted to please you so that you would like him and become friends with him.

Apparently, you didn't mind the dead look of the leaves on the trees. On the contrary, you seemed to be… Delighted with them.

''There are so many leaves on the ground! We can make piles of leaves to jump on!'' You suggested excitedly.

The idea didn't seem too unpleasant, so James nodded.

He never knew jumping in piles of autumn leaves could be so much fun.

The feeling of jumping on top of the leaves to feel their slightly hard texture, but not to the point of being uncomfortable, was strangely cool. For some reason, you two couldn't stop laughing and the banter went on for hours but you both could have sworn you were only playing for a few minutes.

When the two of you finally collapsed from exhaustion onto the floor, still giggling like the kids you were, you started moving your arms and legs. James watched you in confusion until he realized you were making an angel out of autumn leaves. He had never seen anything like that, but it looked fun and he decided to imitate you.

''Your angel looks great, Jamie!'' You smiled at him as you two finished your autumn leaves angels.

Tiredness had made your face redder and despite the slightly chilly temperature, there was a little sweat on your skin. your eyes were bright with teasing and your smile was so beautiful that James smiled back without even realizing it.

He hadn't realized what a pretty girl you were until that moment, and he felt like an idiot for feeling his cheeks and the tips of his ears heat up.

The moment was interrupted by James' mother, who said that it was time for you both to go home and that there would be plenty of time to play tomorrow.

James couldn't wait.

***

He had been looking for you all afternoon.

Until he finally remembered about your favourite tree and James felt stupid for not thinking of it sooner.

There you were, exactly where he'd assumed you would be, sitting against the big oak tree at the back of Hogwarts grounds reading a book.

''This one is new, isn't it?'' James asked, moving closer to you.

At age 13, you were both in the growing-up phase. This meant that James was a lot shorter than you and you never stopped teasing him about it.

''Yes Jamie, I started this one today because I finally finished Animal Farm yesterday.'' You replied, patting the space beside you on the floor for James to sit down.

''What is your new book about?'' He questioned as he rested his head on your shoulder.

He let you talk animatedly about your book while he was lost in thought without you noticing. He admired the orange and red tones of the leaves of the trees that made a strange but beautiful combination. He closed his eyes for a few seconds to feel the wind ruffling his hair even more and letting the slight chill envelop his soul. All this while he enjoyed the sound of his favourite person's voice.

You've been inseparable since that day in 1969. You played together daily. Your families travelled together and you studied at Hogwarts together. You were his best friend and he could never thank you enough for coming into his life and making everything more colourful.

But last week, he overheard a conversation between Dorcas and Marlene (He knew it was wrong to listen to other people's conversations, but the topic really caught his attention).

Dorcas spoke passionately about soulmates. How two people were born to meet and complete each other. How a soulmate could make you see the world more beautiful and make your heart feel at peace just being close to your soulmate. Soulmates could live a thousand lives without forgetting the comfort and love that the other made them feel.

It was then that James Potter knew.

You were his soulmate.

But he was too embarrassed to tell you. He wanted you to think he was cool, just like Peter, Sirius and Remus did.

Maybe you would think he was silly for being so sensitive when it came to you.

But one day he would tell you. You were his safe haven and damn him if he never told you that.

***

A war was approaching.

Very soon, a threat would come to terrorize the wizarding world and James feared for everything he loved daily.

His life, because James had dreams and plans and he wanted to try harder every day to be a better person.

His parents, who always had only given the best for James and provided him with a wonderful childhood that he would always be grateful for.

His friends, who stood by him in the good times and made him come to his senses when he was acting like an idiot. Who made him smile and taught him a lot about life.

You.

He didn't want to think about it too much.

Due to the thousands of thoughts plaguing him, James had been having trouble sleeping properly. Usually, he admired the stars in the astronomy tower, but today he decided to take a different route.

Just to end up finding you.

He knew how the threat to the Muggle-borns lives was being very difficult for you. And despite knowing how strong you were, he desperately wanted to take you in his arms and protect you from the cruel world that didn't understand that you were an extraordinary person who was so much more than a ridiculous blood status.

''Couldn't sleep either, Y/n/n?'' He asked quietly so as not to startle you.

You took a deep breath before answering.

''No, Jamie. I wasn't able to.''

You were sitting on a small hill, which was covered with orange leaves. You repeated your habit of patting the vacant space beside you and James sat down next to you.

''You know I'm going to die before I let anything happen to you or your parents, right?'' He stared at you, his face as serious as ever.

''Don't say that. Please… Don't say that.'' You started to cry.

James pulled you closer and you immediately buried your face in your best friend's chest and wrapped your arms around him.

He rested his chin on your head and stroked your back, letting you get it all out.

When you finally calmed down and pulled back a little (Just enough to look him in the eyes. You weren't quite ready to leave James' arms) before muttering.

''Thank you for always being there for me, Jamie. You're the best.''

Suddenly, the handsome boy with glasses grinned devilishly before attacking you with tickles.

That was a terrible habit he always had. From childhood, he would start tickling you whenever you were feeling down. He had learned to control himself over the years, but that bizarre nature of James was still there.

You immediately broke free of his grasp and started running while laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. James was laughing like crazy as he chased you and unfortunately you didn't stand a chance against him. Now you were both adults and James was much taller and stronger than you.

James threw himself at you, but you tripped and that's how you both ended up on the floor. Your chests pressed against each other and his lips were just inches from yours.

''Y/n/n… Can I kiss you?'' He asked with something glinting in his eyes.

You were completely frozen by the wonderful and at the same time torturous closeness because it still wasn't enough. His hazel eyes has always been your weakness and you could spend eternity admiring James Potter. But a few seconds later, you finally processed the words of his question and responded by pulling him by the back of his neck so that his lips finely met his.

***

If James had told his version of 10 years ago that his favourite season was autumn, little James would have laughed in his face.

But that was an undeniable truth.

He met you in an autumn, fell in love with you in an autumn, finally got to love you in an autumn, and now he was making you his wife.

In an autumn.

Despite all the devastation the war was causing, he found peace and genuine joy today. Watching you walk down the aisle in a beautiful white dress, looking like an angel, while promising to spend the rest of your life with him.

James Potter loved autumn.

And he could never thank you enough for that.

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Reality

Loki Laufeyson x Fem!Reader

Summary: You know Loki, your Husband, since you were kids and you both are extremely happy together. Then why do you still feel that something is wrong?

word count: 9.2 k (I'm sorry)

warnings: ANGST, Fluff, slight mentions of sex, a tiny bit of cursing, a couple of arguments between Loki and the reader and a slight mention of misogyny (not by Loki)

You were on cloud nine.

You and Loki had just got married. He was driving a brand new Hudson Hornet with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your knee, making you feel all warm inside.

God, you loved him so much.

When the car pulled up, you finally saw your new home, and it was perfect. Loki knew you wanted a big house with a big yard, so the dog and (you were still trying to convince Loki that this was a great idea) your future kids could have a place to play.

He opened the car door for you and held out your hand. You grabbed it and the second your feet hit the ground, Loki carried you bridal style, making you giggle. He used his magic to open the door and you two entered the house. He got you back on your feet again, and you both started exploring the living room, which had an open concept to the kitchen and the decor was cosy and luxurious at the same time. You were so happy that you jumped into your loving husband's arms and kissed him, and he immediately kissed you back.

"I love you, Y/n/n" He called you by your childhood nickname, which made you blush, and he pulled you in for another kiss just because he could. You were finally his wife, and he's never been happier.   ***

Frigga was teaching Loki magic in the study hall. The young Asgardian prince always had a spectacular gift for magic, and he was also very intelligent. Loki was decent at fighting but not as good as the heir to the throne, Thor. His older brother was extremely powerful, but he lacked Loki's brilliant mind or even any interest in the Asgardian arts of magic. Thus, from a very young age, everyone saw Thor as the future king of Asgard and the Nine Realms, a born fighter and 'The Golden Child', as Loki liked to call him. Loki was just the weird, introverted prince that a lot of people liked to pretend didn't exist.

Loki and his mother heard a knock on the door and Frigga answered with a simple 'Come in' and you appeared.

You were wearing a simple pink dress with purple accents, and your hair was tied up in typical Asgard braids.

Your mother, Halldis, was Frigga's best friend. Halldis and her husband were given the title of Lady and Lord of the royal court when Frigga became queen. They've lived in the palace ever since Lady Halldis got pregnant with you.

"Hello, sweetie. How may I help you?" the queen asked gently.

You gave her a sweet smile.

"Hi, Aunt Frigga. Thor and I were playing in the royal garden, and we wanted to know when Loki was going to finish his classes so he could play with us."

Loki immediately frowned.

He would rather die than admit it, but he always thought you were beautiful and sweet and Loki would love to be friends with you, especially when you always seemed so excited about interacting with him.

But you liked Thor better; just like everyone else. You were just feeling sorry for him, that's all. You probably didn't even like him. Nobody liked him, why would you? "I don't want to play your pathetic childish games, Y/n. Go away!" he exclaimed.

Loki saw your smile slide quickly into an expression of hurt disappointment and your eyes glistened with tears, even though you refused to let them fall.

The dark-haired prince had a bit of a mess of memories from then on. He could never be sure if you actually looked down at your feet while whispering something about how sorry you were for upsetting him or whether or not Frigga had given him a long speech about how extremely rude his behaviour was and that he was grounded for the next 20 years. The one thing he was sure would haunt him forever was that you, sunshine in person, were crying at that very moment because of him.

***

"Do we really need to do this, darling?" Loki whimpered as you applied lipstick to your lips.

You chuckled as you looked in the mirror to see the reflection of your husband who was with a grumpy face.

"Yes, my love, we do. Wanda and Vision are lovely people and they invited us to dinner tonight, so we will." You answered.

"But I hate people. Except you, everyone else just... pisses me off and bores me the hell out."

You rolled your eyes and stood up, walking over and stopping in front of him to tie his tie.

"Stop being so dramatic, Lo. We're going to have fun, I promise. But if you feel uncomfortable, just 'If'," You gave him a death stare. "We will come back home right away, okay?" He nodded, and you stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek.

***

Loki knocked on the door and instead of being greeted by Wanda or Vision, you were both greeted by Agnes.

"Oh! Y/n, Loki! You both are right on time! Come in, come in!"

The two of you looked at each other before you simply walked into the house, following the raven-haired woman and Loki, in turn, followed you like a lost puppy.

Apparently, today Vision's boss - and Loki's too - and his wife came to visit your friend and her husband. You were about to comment to Loki that you two had better go home when Agnes discreetly commented (So Mr and Mrs Heart would not notice anything wrong) that Wanda needed as much help as possible in the kitchen. Loki swore under his breath but you chose to ignore him and followed Agnes into the kitchen. 

Upon entering the kitchen, Wanda immediately tried to disguise the floating plates and bowls while you and Agnes politely pretended to didn't see anything.

"Oh, Y/n! I'm so glad you came!" The redhead exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug. She pulled away from you to explain her situation. "I completely forgot about dinner with the Heart's today. Please help me; I have absolutely nothing prepared!"

Meanwhile, Loki was sitting next to Vision and facing Mrs Heart. He didn't like his boss very much (Loki complained about Mister Heart every Wednesday night to you while you two did skincare together and he painted your toenails) But even though he didn't like the man, he was still his boss; and people were very easy to fall for Loki Laufeyson's charm and smooth talk. He knew exactly what to say and when to say it to get people in his good graces. He was irresistible. That's how he won you over.

Well… At least that was the story he told you.

***

"LOKI!"

The young prince was at Bifrost hall belonged to Heimdall, planning a massacre of the Midgardian city that Thor was sheltering in when he heard your voice calling his name, more furious than he had ever heard in his life.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!?! Thor was banished from Asgard and you should be doing your best to help him and bring him back, but no! You're planning a coup d'état and I don't doubt that you're trying to kill my best friend!" you both were face to face now. Your breath was heavy and hot on his face. Even in low heels, you had to stand on tiptoe to face him in the eye. Loki's hands were clasped behind his back, his posture was straight, oozing confidence and superiority, and his facial expression was neutral. It was his way of disguising how much his heart was racing and how much his mind was screaming at him to just end the distance between the two of you. He wanted nothing more than to taste you on his tong-.

"I know you've never seen me this way, Loki, but I consider you my friend. You may never have confided in me, but I know you feel left out by Thor and I know you wanted to be king and I'm genuinely sorry, okay? You never deserved to be second. You're worth so much and I'm sorry you were never recognized as you deserve. Please, Loki. Thor has his flaws, but he loves you and he doesn't deserve it. Please…"

Before you could continue speaking, Loki subtly nodded and Heimdall sighed in frustration before drawing his sword to open the Bifrost Bridge and send you to join Thor in Midgard. Loki only had a few milliseconds to stare at the panic in your eyes as you realized what he was doing before you disappeared right before his eyes.

It was better this way, he tried to convince himself. You preferred Thor; always preferred. It was only right that you should be sent to him. Not to mention he didn't deserve all that empty flattery from you. You just wanted to save Thor and you were using your smooth talk to try to convince him to help his brother. But he couldn't deny that, deep down, he fervently wanted your words to be true.

***

Dinner went well. It had its unforeseen, but nothing too extreme. At some point, you felt your head spinning and you could have sworn that, suddenly, dinner had turned into a bizarre déjà vu, but your husband just kissed your knuckles and said you were just tired when you told him about it as you lay in your shared bed. He kissed you good night and you rested your head on his chest, quickly falling asleep.

***

You woke up with the feeling of several kisses being deposited on your neck. It tickled and you started to laugh. Your laugh was contagious and before you knew it, Loki was laughing with you. When you both calmed down, he buried his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

"Good morning my queen." Your husband murmured against your skin. Your hands began to caress his scalp and he sighed contentedly.

"You remember today is the talent show, right?" You asked.

"Of course, I remember, sweetheart. Would you like to practice one last time so you feel more confident?" Loki wasn't happy about participating in the show at all, but he knew it was pointless to argue with you. Not to mention that he knew it was important to you and that you got upset when he refused to do something with you or when he did things grudgingly. He needed to be the best husband in the world for you.

"I don't see the need. We're doing this for charity and fun. We don't have to be the best." You explained to him.

Normally, Loki was extremely competitive. However, he didn't even want to go to that show in the first place. If you were happy, so was he.

You both got out of bed. He always insisted on getting up after you and not in a thousand years would you have guessed he did that just so he could admire your ass. After putting a robe over your nightgown, you went downstairs to prepare breakfast.

Loki hated cooking. But even so, he always made a point of helping you in the kitchen. He always insisted that just because you were a housewife didn't mean he didn't have to help you too. You melted every time he said it because he meant every single word. You had so many neighbours who were mothers and housewives who spent the whole day doing their best for the family without any help and didn't receive a single affection or gratitude from the husband who spent the whole day 'Working too hard' as if those women work meant less. You loved to take care of your home, but you still loved it when your husband insisted on doing all the dishes because "Your cooking was great, my queen. It's the least I can do" or when he made the bed, set the table and did the laundry without you asking. Every time you thanked him, he would tell you to stop being ridiculous, as he was doing the bare minimum as a husband. You really couldn't have wished for a better partner.

Loki always said you made the best pancakes in the world. You thought they were good, but not the best in the world. You were grateful anyway.

"Darling, it's already 10:00 am! I need to go to the planning committee and you need to attend the neighbourhood watch meeting" You commented after checking the time on the kitchen clock.

You didn't let Loki join you in the shower (which he thought was absurd) and within 15 minutes you were both ready. He kissed you on the forehead and you both went your separate ways.

Wanda and Agnes arrived a few seconds before you. Wanda hugged you and Agnes followed suit. You didn't quite know what to feel about the brunette woman. But if your friend liked her, Agnes was probably an amazing person. Deep down.

Dottie was every bit as perfectionist and arrogant as Agnes had described, but there wasn't much you could do about it. You were sitting between Wanda and Agnes, so you can hear the conversation between Wanda and a girl named Geraldine. She seemed to be very kind, and it's always nice to make new friends, right?

"Hi! Sorry to interrupt you, but my name is Y/n, Wanda's friend. Nice to meet you!" You said, extending your hand friendly for her to shake.

Apparently, Geraldine hadn't noticed you before, because as soon as she did, she looked like she'd seen a ghost. Her jaw dropped and she was frozen for a few seconds before she pulled herself together and answered you.

"H-hi! I'm Geraldine. N-nice to meet you!" She finally shook your hand after getting completely lost in her own words.

You couldn't follow anything else for the rest of the meeting. Maybe you made a bad impression on Geraldine and you couldn't understand why. But you decided to put that aside. Not everyone was required to like you and there was nothing wrong with that.

***

The meeting had already started 20 minutes before Vision showed up. Loki rolled his eyes. The two of them interacted frequently because their wives were friends and Loki had no problem with their friendship. But Loki was as new in town as Vision and yet Vision always seemed so… out of place. It was always obvious that he was desperately trying to fit in while anyone would swear Loki has lived in Westview all his life. So much so that he was a member and Vision was unaware that it was a members-only meeting.

To be fair, Vision wouldn't have been interested in being a member if he knew that the "Meetings" were a great front for a kind of men's club where everyone ate and "talked about" the most talked about topics in town concerning the lives of others. Gossip, basically. But people said that "Gentlemen don't gossip". Midgardians were very strange.

Loki had to restrain himself from laughing as he watched Vision's dilemma over having food offered to him. Nobody in that town had noticed that Vision was a robot. But who was Loki to judge? It's not like he and his wife don't have their own secrets buried in their backyards.

There was nothing Loki could do to stop Vision from chewing the gum Herb had offered him, even though he knew the chance of something bad happening was extremely high. Everything related to Wanda Maximoff was chaos.

He was obviously right.

The gum got stuck between the inner gears of Vision and now he looked as drunk as a skunk. Fortunately, no one but Loki seemed to notice Vision's sudden strange behaviour. Loki looked at that ugly Strucker watch (which he only wore because it was a gift from you) and realized he was late for the damn talent show. He let the group of men know about the show and they all left the library. When there were exactly three blocks left for the place of the show, Loki realized that Vision wasn't walking with them, but the Asgardian kept walking, after all, that wasn't his problem.

***

Vision was acting very strangely (Correction: More than usual). In several moments he almost revealed who he and his wife really were, but Wanda managed to be creative enough to convince everyone that all the wonders of the show were just cheap tricks (And she still managed to amuse the audience and got a standing ovation). As soon as they finished their presentation, it was your turn to perform alongside Loki.

It's not that you sang badly, but Loki had a beautiful voice that he always refused to show the world. After spending three weeks begging him daily to sing, he eventually relented.

Geraldine positioned the two of you on the stage (She still wasn't looking you in the eye) and you sat down at the piano to play the song while Loki sang. Loki's only condition for singing in front of all of Westview was that he would be the one choosing the song. To your relief, he chose L-O-V-E, one of your favourite songs. Everyone was shocked when they realized that Loki Laufeyson was going to sing. Little did they know that unfortunately for Loki, he would hang the stars in the sky if you asked him to. You smiled encouragingly at him before starting to play on the piano that Wanda had discreetly created because she had destroyed the original. As you'd expect, everyone was enthralled by Loki's voice and you both got a standing ovation. You jumped into Loki's arms and hugged him. He returned the hug immediately, not caring who was watching.

***

''I'm so proud of you, Lo! you were fantastic up there on stage! – You said excitedly. Loki kissed your temple and dragged you to sit on his lap on the couch.

''You were amazing too, my queen. But I still can't believe I submitted to that.''

You rolled your eyes before leaning in to kiss him, but he stopped you.

''Y/n/n, wait. Are you…feeling it too?'' He asked, frowning slightly.

It was only then that you noticed a delicious tingle that spread over every inch of your skin, tickling. You immediately took to noticing your living room, your clothes, and your husband. Everything was… taking on colour.

That was undoubtedly one of the most wonderful moments of your life. Seeing something you were so familiar with turn into something so beautiful and surreal was just magical. Your husband got even more handsome (Something you didn't even know was possible) and his beautiful eyes, which you now knew were green, were looking at you as if you were the most perfect thing to ever walk the planet earth. You could already feel your cheeks starting to heat up when suddenly you felt… A kick?

Loki was still holding you, so he felt it too. You both glanced at your belly at the same time only to realize that you now had a baby bump.

You were pregnant.

*** Those damned Chitauris spread out like worms through a Midgardian city that you would have found divine in other circumstances. After stabbing three Chitauris at once with your sword, you watched Loki get blown up by one of Agent Barton's arrows with a satisfied smile. He landed on the roof of Stark Tower and you and Agent Romanoff made your ways to the roof intending to get to the God of Mischief, but the Hulk attacked him before either of you had the chance. The scene of that huge green creature slamming Loki to the ground several times as if he weighed nothing would forever be one of his favourite moments.

Dr. Selvig was still dazed on the ground beside the portal. He explained that Loki's sceptre would be able to close the portal and he and Agent Romanoff agreed that it would be best if you held it since you were an Asgardian. You were almost able to close the portal using the golden sceptre when Stark's voice protested through the listening devices, stating that it was necessary to get rid of one more bomb. To your horror, he entered the portal passage with the large explosive object.

You didn't know Tony Stark very well, but you knew he was a well-meaning and intelligent man, and you felt saddened by his death, even though you knew that thanks to his sacrifice the Chitauris were dead. Rogers asked you to close the portal. You hesitated for a second, but Agent Romanoff put her hand on your shoulder and gave you a sad smile in an attempt to comfort you. From what you observed in the redheaded woman, she was very closed off and extremely cold and rational, so seeing her trying to make things easier and more comfortable for you meant a lot. You closed your eyes to gain courage and the portal was finally closed. By some miracle, huge red and gold armour appeared falling from the skies and you felt strangely glad that a man you barely knew was all right.

Later that day, the other Avengers said goodbye to you and Thor, who needed to get Loki and the Tesseract back to Asgard. And at the same time that you missed home, you had a bad feeling that very soon everything you knew and loved would undergo drastic changes. Despite all the nightmares Loki caused and the optimism of all Midgardians that everything would be all right now, you couldn't silence the little voice in your head that warned you that this was just the beginning of something much worse to come.

***

Loki was dead.

Again.

For real this time.

In his first supposed death, you weren't there in his ''Final Moments'' and you were still blinded by rage at his betrayal, but now that he had sacrificed himself to save Thor and you were beside him when Loki breathed his last, you could feel your heart (which was already broken by the tragic death of the woman you saw as a second mother) shattering into a million pieces. You'd been stabbed before and you were sure the blade piercing your skin had hurt less than watching your childhood friend die.

When you were sure that you had already reached the apex of pain, Thor Odinson, the great God of thunder, heir to Asgard and the nine Realms threw his arms around your waist, buried his face in the crook of your neck and cried like a little kid. You would have given up anything to take away all the sadness and pain that big man who was actually a cinnamon roll was feeling. Your best friend had lost his brother and you would have gladly switched places with Loki if that made Thor happy.

But the only thing you could do at the moment was hug him tight and pray that his blond hair would dry your own tears of pain.

***

Doctor Nielson said you and the baby were healthy.

Of course, that information wasn't enough and the poor middle-aged gentleman was bombarded with dozens of questions from your husband who was more overprotective than ever now that you were carrying his child.

You and Loki had already decorated the baby's room, and right now Loki was reading the third parenting book for the month. Wanda had told you that Vision was acting the same way and that they were even exchanging and indicating books to each other.

Being pregnant at the same time as your best friend is just magical.

You were about to go shower when Loki came running up to you with his phone in his hand and a face that was full of animation. You've never grabbed a phone so fast in your life and a few seconds later, you're sure you'd be bouncing if you didn't have a baby inside you.

Wanda had twins. Billy and Tommy.

Loki took the two of you to Wanda's house and the first thing he saw was your friends looking exhausted because the twins wouldn't stop crying. They thanked you both immensely for your and Loki's help (Loki was slightly compelled to do this, but the important thing is that he helped).

A few hours later, Agnes knocked on the door and the four of you started chatting. When the five of you went to check on the twins, they had aged a good five years, but you chose not to question it.

The next day, your water broke.

After that, it all went so fast. You and Loki opted for hospital delivery, so he quickly grabbed the maternity bag and put you both in the car. The nurses were extremely kind and careful with you, and even though Loki called Wanda and Vision as soon as you two arrived at the hospital, your baby was already in your arms.

It was a girl.

She was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen, even though she looked just like any other baby a few minutes old. Her little face was puffy and red, she was screaming and crying like crazy and she was so tiny, but you already loved her more than anything in this world.

When you looked at your husband, he was completely transfixed looking at your daughter. You'd seen him give that look of pure adoration just for you, but now he looked at that little pink package like all of a sudden the world made sense because she was in it.

Loki was too scared to hold her because he was afraid of letting the baby girl fall, but you helped him and he immediately started crying.

He sat next to you on the gurney and kissed your temple tenderly and looked into your eyes with so much emotion that you felt dizzy.

"I love you so much, Y/n Laufeyson. Every day I think about how you are the strongest, most wonderful woman I've ever known and I can never express how grateful I am to be able to be with you and... Now you've given me my little girl and I never thought it was humanly possible that my love for you could triple.'' He kissed you passionately before looking down at his daughter.

''Welcome to the world, my Astrid.''

*** ''So what you're saying is that my brother and Wanda Maximoff are in a world where Vision and Y/n are alive?'' Thor questioned Darcy.

The two hadn't spoken for a long time and technically he shouldn't be in a confidential area where SWORD was working, but the scientist thought Thor deserved to know what was happening.

''Jimmy described it as 'A sitcom starring two Avengers.' But apparently, Loki and Y/n are supporting characters. Not only that, apparently all the other 'Characters' are real people who seem to be under some mind control to act as if the fact that Vision and Y/n are alive and living married lives in the suburbs is something perfectly normal.'' Thor didn't have the heart to voice it, but he felt that Loki was definitely not under mind control. Thor wasn't blind, he knew his brother was in love with Y/n since they were kids and he knew Loki was suffering a lot from her death, but he would never expect anything like... this.

''As Wanda seems to be the 'Protagonist', we're trying to contact her to understand what's going on, but she hasn't responded to the radio, Agent Franklin has disappeared and our drone has been turned into a toy helicopter. They even censored the broadcast! It's like whoever is controlling this will do anything to keep these people captive.''

Thor had seen young Wanda's powers in action and knew she was very powerful. He also knew grief all too well. By then he has already greeted it like an old friend, so he knew what the pain of losing someone loved could do to a person's mind. He was sure that those responsible for this mess and Westview's captivity were Wanda or his brother. Maybe it was even both. But he knew that neither Wanda nor Loki wanted to be 'saved'.

***

Thor knew you were strong and powerful. You were an Avenger and a member of the Asgard army who had saved Thor's ass many times before and he knew you were an amazing team on the battlefield. Unfortunately, before he was a warrior, he was your childhood best friend, who always took advantage of the fact that you don't have siblings to claim the big brother role. He said it was a family matter, but you know he was just scared because Hela had destroyed the Mjölnir and since he didn't know how powerful she was, he sent you to help Heimdall protect the people of Asgard to make sure you wouldn't get hurt. Thor said that he and Loki (yes, the bastard was alive) would take care of Hela. You had your doubts.

You and Heimdall taking care of everything well. You two had already annihilated several of Hela's 'Soldiers' and were now protecting the Asgardians in a secret fortress hidden in the forest. You were helping an elderly lady relax when Heimdall made everyone's blood (including yours) run cold.

"She's here.''

Quickly you and the guardian worked hard to get the people of Asgard to evacuate through the back of the fortress towards Bifrost. You were almost there when you came across Hela's huge beast. Immediately, everyone retreated, but on the other side of the bridge was an enemy army. Even with a giant spaceship providing cover when shooting the beast, you, Heimdall and other Asgardians were forced to fight back. Suddenly, something fell out of the ship and… Wait a minute, was that Bruce Banner?!?! Someone tugged at your shirt sleeve. You looked down only to find a toddler pointing at something that, despite being partially covered in fog, was definitely huge.

"Your saviour is here!''

You were never so happy to see that stupid man in your entire life.

***

When the three of you got back home, you begged Loki to let you buy a puppy. It would be great for Astrid's development, you argued, of course, Loki was reluctant because he knew your own selfish motives, although you were right about dogs having a positive impact on babies' lives, so a few days later he showed up at the house with the cutest Corgi puppy you've ever seen. You two named him Argos and he and Astrid immediately fell in love with each other.

It didn't take long for Astrid to grow up. She was a very sweet little girl who looked exactly like you. The only thing she had inherited from her father was his mesmerizing green eyes. She was also best friends with Billy and Tommy, the three children spent hours just playing in the backyard with Argos every day.

Today, when Astrid went to play at the boys' house, they had adopted a puppy named Sparky. Loki preferred to stay at home to build a playground for Astrid, and the kids were already making thousands of plans to play in the backyard of your house with Argos and Sparky who would definitely be friends. When you asked Wanda where Vision was, she said he was at work. Today was Saturday, but you preferred not to comment on anything.

The twins freaked out, and Wanda had to explain how couples sometimes fall out before her kids thought Vision was tired of them.

You didn't know that Wanda and Vision were fighting, but you chose not to get involved. Instead, you asked Wanda if she'd like you to take the kids to the community pool. She quickly accepted and ten minutes later you and the kids were leaving Wanda home alone so she could put the gourd back in place. That was all the help you could offer her for now.

***

It was Halloween. Astrid wanted to dress up as Wednesday Addams, which you thought was weird, as the two of them couldn't have more opposite personalities, but you agreed. To match, you had Loki dress up as Gomez and you dressed up as Morticia. Your husband pretended he thought you all looked ridiculous, but you knew he loved it. Loki didn't want to go on patrol today, he preferred to 'Enjoy his girls'. All you can do is roll your eyes, leave more kibble in the pot for Argos, and take your little family to meet Wanda and the twins.

When you finally found them, you were introduced to Pietro, Wanda's brother. He tried to flirt with you, but a single deadly stare from Loki directed at him made the silver-haired man immediately shut up.

Billy, Tommy, Astrid and Pietro were causing real chaos around the neighbourhood, which drove you and Wanda crazy, but Loki said that mischief was always welcome on Halloween and had no problem letting his daughter terrorize the neighbours next door with her friends.

You and Wanda forced the children (Pietro included) to return all the stolen sweets. That took a few hours, but once they were done, Tommy used his super speed to take Astrid and Billy to get more candy (The right way this time), leaving You, Loki, Wanda and Pietro alone.

The four of you ate and talked as you made your way to the area where a Halloween pumpkin display was being held. Everything was going well until Pietro started commenting about how 'Thanks to Wanda' people were happier and that despite everything, they were having a good and peaceful life. You didn't notice when Loki and Wanda exchanged side-eye glances for a full three milliseconds before Loki got up so fast you were sure he got dizzy and dragged you away from the Maximoff twins claiming he wanted to buy toffee apples for you both.

You were so confused by his (and Pietro's) sudden bizarre behaviour that it took you approximately 30 seconds to react. When you finally snapped out of your befuddled state, you dug your feet into the ground and faced your husband.

"Loki, what the hell was that? What do you mean by buying toffee apples? You hate toffee apples. And I know Pietro is kind of weird but he seemed very sane at the tim-" You were interrupted.

"That was nothing Y/n, you're imagining things. Pietro Maximoff is a lunatic, we both know that.

"Something tells me you don't believe a single word you're saying yourself. I don't know what he means but I feel like you do." You confronted him.

Honestly, you never noticed anything strange around you. Your life and that of your neighbours appeared to be completely normal. But Pietro said something that bothered you. Of course, you had problems, but they were many... Simple. Just minor inconveniences that more seemed to be happening to give some sense of normalcy. People always said that some things were too good to be true.

Maybe Pietro wasn't a lunatic after all.

But you knew Loki long enough to know you weren't going to win that argument. So you let him lead you by the hand to the toffee apples stand and pretended not to notice how hard he was trying to look like he was genuinely enjoying the candy and that he was not wanting to throw up.

***

How?

You had been decorated as the best warrior in Asgard countless times. You had protected Gods. You were a heroine adored by billions of people and had already survived so many adventures that you could have easily written a bestselling book about yourself (That's what the most epic books of all time were called according to Stark). And yet, how could you be so… useless?

You had lost your beloved home and on the same day you had to watch the brutal extermination of almost half of your people and you could barely defend them. You barely made it out alive, for Odin's sake!

All Thanos' fault. That titan son of a bitch you would have sold your soul just for the chance to execute and watch his scaphism. You knew he had an army of titans. You knew all the stories about how Thanos was considered practically invincible. But even so, you couldn't help hating yourself for not being enough and for letting your people down.

But by the time Thanos demanded Loki hand over the Tesseract or he'd kill Thor, you knew Loki well enough to know he'd try one last thing. But you no longer thought your life was worth much. All your instinct for self-preservation has long since disappeared.

If you had to die to protect the princes of your kingdom, that's exactly what you would do.

When the Titan pinned Thor and killed Heimdall right after defeating the Hulk, you did the first thing that popped into your head. You snatched the hypercube from Loki's hand at lightning speed and ran towards Thanos

''Here. Take the Tesseract and do whatever you want with it, just go away and leave us alone. I beg you.'' You looked pathetic like that. One of the most powerful elements in the galaxy was in your hands, and yet you were on your knees, weeping and begging for a monster to spare the rest of your people. Thanos looked at you like for a few seconds before taking the Tesseract.

''I have heard much about you, daughter of Halldis. You are known as a hero. You were wise to accept the fate of this galaxy and collaborate with the greater good.'' He said before taking his army with him and leaving you surrounded by corpses and wounded people. Thor and Loki were alive. You were useful for something.

But why did you feel so… selfish? Of course, you weren't a sociopath, but still, for a few seconds, Thanos saw you as an equal.

Hero, they called you.

But at that moment you knew you were a fraud. You felt a genuine disgust with yourself and stopped believing in the mercy of the gods. If they really were merciful, they would have let you die in that carnage.

The life of any Asgardian seemed worth a thousand times more than yours. You just didn't deserve to live.

***

Loki had left Astrid at Wanda's house to play with the twins. Astrid was always playing with the twins, so you wouldn't suspect a thing. Of course, it wasn't morally right of Loki to dilute sleeping pills in the milk on the cereal he gave you this morning. But in his defence, he was going through something he never thought he would.

He was freaking out.

Loki Laufeyson had never felt that in all his thousands of years of life.

He always had things planned out and always made sure everything went exactly as he had so meticulously envisioned. Of course, not even the most detailed man in the world could control every situation every time. But even when things didn't go as Loki had planned, he always managed to stay calm and most of the time he had a plan b. When he didn't have a plan b, he quickly found a way to save his ass. Cunning as a fox, you once remarked.

The problem is that Loki was always a completely rational person who never got into a situation without weighing all the pros and cons before giving a second thought to make sure it was worth it.

You were the first impulsive decision he made. He was crying hysterically as he felt his heart being torn apart and the next minute he was driving in a car with you holding his hand. He didn't think about what could go wrong, he was so distracted in his bubble of happiness with you that he completely forgot that something could go off the rails at any second.

And that's exactly what happened.

All the decorations in the house were changing every five seconds. Loki's magic and yours were out of control and the Asgardian God was beginning to sense that everything was about to fall apart. But he couldn't bear it, he just couldn't.

Not again.

So he had to do something that he always tried to avoid as much as possible, but unfortunately, it was his only alternative. He needed to talk to Wanda.

*** How the hell did he end up here?

He was at Wanda's house when one of those nosy agents Wanda had kicked out showed up. Wanda was starting to lose control, so Agnes took the redhead to her house. Loki still needed to speak with Wanda, so he followed the two women. The hostess made him and Wanda sit down on the sofa and then Loki slowly came to his senses. Why the hell did Agnes have so many peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in her living room while a children's cartoon was playing on TV?

Now that Loki had stopped to notice things, he really felt something was missing when he walked into Wan's house...

"Maximoff, where is my daughter?" he asked, staring at the woman with daggers in his eyes.

She was still a little flustered, so it took her a few seconds before she processed his words and shook her head.

''Oh… I-I…''

Loki immediately made a dagger materialize in his hand and placed the blade against Wanda's throat.

''I'll just repeat it one more time, Maximoff. Where…" He didn't have time to finish his threat because Agnes came back into the room.

''Mr. Laufeyson, there's no need for violence, for God's sake! Astrid and the boys are probably just playing in the basement.'' Agnes butted in before Loki committed murder. The man immediately grabbed Wanda by the collar (he wouldn't let her go until he was sure his little girl was okay) and dragged her down the basement stairs in search of the children.

Loki didn't know what he expected to find in that basement; but finding multiple vines-covered columns, elaborately macabre-looking stained-glass windows, and dozens of dark magic elements were definitely not on his list.

And then suddenly, the brunette woman Loki had never liked had locked the door with her… Magic.

''The name is Agatha Harkness. Lovely to finally meet you.''

Shit.

***

''I still can't believe you of all people learned to cook. A voice behind you commented.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but smile.

As ironic as it seems, Loki was the one who helped you out of your self-hatred state after Thanos' victory and since then the two of you have put your differences aside and decided to try to help what's left of the world as much as possible. Thor named Valkyrie king of new Asgard and you became the Goddess of Fidelity.

You never felt you deserved the title.

Loki was the royal advisor and was doing an excellent job restoring Asgard alongside the new king. You and he spent all the Sundays with Thor to cheer him up and take care of his mental health. You helped Steve through every therapy session because you knew how difficult it was for him to try to maintain Sam's legacy like that. You and Loki also babysat Morgan one night a month so Pepper and Tony could go on dates, and even though he pretended to hate babysitting, you knew Loki was crazy about the little girl.

You two lived in the Avengers tower with Natasha to monitor the state of the galaxy in monthly meetings with Denvers, the raccoon, Rhodes and Okoye. Since the three of you lived alone and the last time Nat or Loki entered a kitchen they set the place on fire while trying to cook an egg, you were practically forced to learn how to cook. After five years of practice, you've become quite the cook.

At the moment you were making lasagna because Nat had been tired lately and that was her favourite dish.

''If I hadn't learned, the three of us would have starved to death years ago.'' You joked. So-so.

''Despite all the difficulties living in this nightmare causes, I feel strangely happy,'' Loki commented.

You both knew it was wrong. Billions of people had lost their families and friends, including you and Loki. But the two of you couldn't help but enjoy the chaotic routine you had built up together. He was far better company than you could ever dream of.

''After you're done with dinner, we could binge-watch Modern Family,'' he suggested.

''Loki we binge-watched Modern Family six times!'' You complained.

After putting the lasagna in the oven, you turned to face your friend, only to realize he was closer than you thought.

In the last few years that he's been by your side, you can get to know the real Loki. Not the man you've spent the last few years seeing as someone deserving only hatred or pity. He had changed a lot after the Snap, and you finally got to see what a caring, smart, funny, gentlemanly and occasionally kind man he was. And well, up close, you couldn't deny how handsome he was. His eyes looked at you adoringly and suddenly the air was very hot and the atmosphere had changed. He lowered his eyes to your lips and…

God, he was going to kiss you.

The man who has spent his entire life avoiding and infuriating you would kiss you and your stomach couldn't be more full of butterflies. Your heart was beating wildly in anticipation and you'd never wanted anything as badly as you wanted to feel his lips against yours.

But just as he was about to finally close the tortuous distance between you both, Natasha called you into the room to see to some business urgently. You and Loki reluctantly obey the redhead only to find her and Steve looking at the security camera footage. The shock was written on both of their faces and as you and Loki looked at the footage, you too were shocked as well.

Scott Lang was alive?!?!

***

Apparently, Wanda was wrong about the state of Westview's population. They were definitely not doing well in suburban life designed to be perfect. He hated to admit it, but Wanda needed to set them free, there was nothing Loki could do.

You wouldn't want any of this if you were alive.

He was also right about everything ending in chaos. You had woken up and gone to the square looking for him and despite wanting desperately to take you in his arms and assure you that everything was going to be okay, he was tired of lying to you. Agatha Harkness fought against the Scarlet Witch (Apparently the legend was very real and he felt stupid for not realizing the truth about Wanda Maximoff before) and Agatha was defeated.

Wanda took Loki's hand and pulled him away from his and Wanda's family so they could have some privacy.

''I-I'm sorry.'' The most powerful woman in the universe looked so small and vulnerable in front of him. Loki would never know what came over him, but he let her cry into his chest as he stroked her back.

''I'm also... sorry, Maximoff.''

Wanda and Loki weren't friends and probably never would be. But they carried the pain of a difficult past and having lost their lovers and with it their prospects for happiness in the future. He hated to admit it, but he would always feel a deep connection with Wanda and he knew she felt the same.

Wanda went to her house to enjoy her last moments with her family and Loki did the same. Astrid was sitting on his shoulders and you were holding his hand the whole way home. When he looked at you, you gave him a sad and reassuring smile at the same time and every time you did he could feel his eyes burning, his body desperate to curl up in the fetal position and cry.

You arrived home and while you sang an Asgardian lullaby to Astrid, who was hugging Argos, the little girl was falling asleep with her face buried in her father's chest. She might be young, but she could feel that this would be the end, but she needed to enjoy the last moments with her family the same way every other moment was spent: With a smile on her face.

You four deserved this.

When she and Argos were finally asleep, Loki settled her on the bed and kissed her on the cheek. He pretended not to notice the tear left on his daughter's face right after you kissed her.

You two went to your room and lay down on the bed so you could cuddle and simply feel the warmth of each other's bodies. So that the hearts of two lovers would beat in the same rhythm. You stayed that way for three minutes, three hours or three years; Loki could never tell. But then you cupped his face and kissed him. You kissed him with all the pure love you felt for him. It was a kiss so painfully sweet he wanted to cry for the twentieth time that day. You rested your head on his chest so his heartbeat lulled you to sleep. When Loki realized you were unconscious, he wanted to sleep too. All he wanted was to spend the rest of his life in your arms, in that bed. But he did not allow himself to fall asleep.

Loki knew you wouldn't be there when he woke up.

***

You thought you were used to the pain of losing people you loved. That your heart was already so broken that if someone else important to you died, it wouldn't hurt so much anymore.

When Barton came back alone and with that look in his eyes like he'd just seen his whole world destroyed, you knew Natasha was gone.

You cried for hours, shedding so many tears you could almost feel your body drying out. Natasha had suffered so much in her life and yet she knew how to be kind and give her all to help others. She always supported you and managed to comfort you when no one noticed you were not okay in the first place. One of the strongest and most wonderful women in the world had died as she had lived: Doing the impossible and beyond to save people who didn't even care about her.

And that's why all of you were here. On the battlefield in the most epic fight you've ever been on a mission to destroy Thanos and his army. Natasha had sacrificed her own life so that you all could save the world and none of you could let her die in vain.

That's how you ended up the same way you did five years ago. Kneeling at Thanos' feet as he won, as it was always meant to be.

''I am Inevitable'' He smiled sickly as he felt total victory as he snapped his fingers to finally get rid of humanity forever. Some things were just… Meant to be. Like Thanos' success in his mission. The universe was always in his favour for him to be succeeded.

But not today.

Excruciating physical pain shot through your body as you felt your right arm burn from the overwhelming amount of power coursing through your veins from the stones in your hand. You definitely wouldn't survive this.

But you had decided a long time ago that you didn't deserve to live.

''And I… Am…,'' You were making a superhuman effort to speak, but you ignored the pain and finished uttering your last words. It was time to finally find your way to Valhalla and find your parents. Aunt Frigga. Heimdall. Your Asgardian people.

Nat.

''... The Goddess of Fidelity''. You snapped your fingers and then everything went dark.

***

Thor knew he had no right to interfere, but he couldn't help but rage as he saw the looks of scorn and disgust directed at his brother and Wanda Maximoff that the residents of Westview and the S.W.O.R.D agents were sending their way. Of course, the two were wrong to enslave an entire city, but they had just lost everything. Why couldn't people understand that by willingly destroying the barrier, Loki and Wanda had given up their last chance to be happy? Why couldn't they stop feeling sorry for themselves for a second to try and reflect that those two were grieving and desperately trying to deal with this horrible feeling that no one deserved to go through?

They were all so arrogant. As if they wouldn't use Wanda's powers to bring loved ones back if they had the opportunity.

But the God of Thunder swallowed his anger and went after Loki.

He was so busy with his own grief over losing his dearest friend that he completely forgot that he wasn't the only one grieving. Now Loki was even more broken than before and there was nothing Thor could do but try to comfort him.

While you were alive, you fought tirelessly for him and Loki to have a true brotherly relationship by loving each other unconditionally. And damn him if he let anything you've fought for in your life go to waste.

Thor found Loki sitting on a bench in a small square near Westview. He was admiring the setting sun with an unreadable expression on his face.

''There's nothing I can do, brother. Nothing in this world can bring her back. I… I just want you to know that I understand your pain and that I will be here with you for as long as it takes if it helps you feel better.'' Thor finally spoke after sitting down beside his brother and staying in silence for several minutes. He never needed to comfort people who were grieving before. Despite knowing it wasn't enough, the blond God was trying his best.

And Loki knew it.

He knew that Thor meant every word and that he would indeed be sitting beside him in silence, watching the sunset for the rest of eternity if that would make Loki feel any better. When he looked away from the west into Thor's baby blue eyes, Loki began to cry.

The Loki of a few decades ago would rather die than allow himself to be in such a vulnerable position in front of Thor. But this Loki could only feel gratitude for having a brother who loved him till the moon and back and would help him deal with his pain and his hysterical crying without the slightest bit of judgment. That he would let Loki stay in his embrace forever while trying to ease his pain, even if Thor himself was miserable.

He still hadn't made up his mind if he regretted going after Wanda the instant he heard about Westview. If he regretted asking for a happy life with Y/n to the redhead who accepted the proposal immediately because she understood Loki's pain and because you had been very sweet to her when you rescued her in Sokovia and she never had a chance to thank you or become your friend.

The only thing Loki was sure of was that his heart would never heal and that his biggest regret was spending more than a millennium being hopelessly in love with you and never telling you.

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A Little Favour

Edmund Pevensie x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your best friend Edmund (aka the love of your life) asks you to help him invite his crush on a date.

word count: 2.6 k

warnings: none ig. Slight angst but most fluff and a slight mention of sex but not really

A/N: I pictured this story happening post WW2, but I made no references to the 40s so it can be read as a modern au

“I have for the first time found what I can truly love–I have found you. You are my sympathy–my better self–my good angel–I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life...” 

Edward Rochester's speech was rudely interrupted by some inconvenient person who was knocking at your door. You rolled your eyes and mumbled a "come in" loud enough so whoever was on the other side of the door could hear you.

Edmund Pevensie's head popped through the small space of the half-opened door and you completely forgot why you were angry in the first place. 

"Hi Y/N/N. Can we talk?" He smiled nervously.

You nodded and he sat down on the small couch that was in front of your bed so you could look at each other comfortably.

"I missed you, ya know?"

"We saw each other yesterday afternoon, Ed."

"Yesterday didn't count, Y/N. We were with my siblings." He pointed.

Edmund had a point. You loved Peter, Susan and Lucy; but you had multiple intimate matters that you preferred to talk about with Ed only.

"What did you want to talk about? Sounds important."

You were always closest to Edmund than of the other Pevensies. Since the two of you were four, you've been best friends. People were right, you and Ed were always joined at the hip. It was always you and him against the world and you hoped it would stay that way forever.

"I'm in love."

Your world stopped. Well, apparently it wouldn't be just the two of you against the world anymore. Now you would have to share your best friend.

"Oh, Hm… I- didn't see that coming. I mean, that’s great! If…" You trailed off with the words, but Ed seemed too lost in his thoughts that most likely involved this girl to hear you. "If you're happy, so am I!"

You knew very well that it was selfish, but you wanted him to be happy with you. You knew him better than anyone, he loved your company and even though you doubted his words a little, he always said you were cute. Why weren't you good enough for the boy you’ve been in love with for six years?

You bit your bottom lip to keep your eyes from filling with tears and discreetly cleared your throat before leaning forward slightly from your spot on the bed to snap your fingers in front of Edmund’s face, who had his head in the clouds.

"Oh, sorry. I… I'm just kind of nervous, you know? That's why I came here. I need your help to ask her out on a date." He spoke so quickly that you almost didn't understand him. He was avoiding your eyes, clearly nervous.

You sighed tiredly and knelt in front of him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

You weren't being fair. For years you were the most important girl in his life (after his sisters and his mother of course) and your approval clearly means the world to him. If you were as madly in love with someone as Ed seemed to be with this girl, you also would be heartbroken if your best friend didn't support you.

"Of course, I'll help you, Ed. I'm happy for you. What do you have in mind for the date?"

He sighed in relief and was already visibly more relaxed.

"I'm not sure. That's why I came to you. I suspect my siblings know, but I don't want to hear their taunts. Especially if she dumps me."

You ignored all the negative feelings that came with this sentence and focused only on your friend.

"Be optimistic, okay? You're an amazing guy and if she dumps you, it’s her loss. And I think I can help you much more if you tell me who she is." You suggested.

Edmund was never one to be easily embarrassed, but for some reason today he was blushing like there was no tomorrow.

"I don't think I have a chance with her, okay? I'd rather not say who she is for now. I trust you and know you'll know how to help me plan the perfect date."

Only a mad person could agree with …

"Of course I can help you, Ed."

Mad; that's what you are.

His face lit up

"Thank you so much, Y/N/N! You're the best!" He exclaimed, getting up to hug you.

You always forgot about the rest of the world when you were with Ed. You'd give anything to be able to smell his cologne, bury your face in his neck, and be held in his warm arms for eternity.

But that would never be possible.

Because he would never be yours.

***

You guys were meeting every day to decide how Ed could ask out the mysterious girl (Yes, he was still refusing to tell you who she was) a couple of weeks ago. You honestly had no idea who she could be because as far as you knew, you were the only girl he interacts with. Your only suspect was Chloe Chapman, the most beautiful girl of your school year. She lent her eraser to you in the biology class so she was probably very nice. But she had travelled to America with her family and she would spend the whole summer there and Edmund wanted to arrange the date for three days from now. There was no way it could be her.

Apparently, your best friend knew this girl very well. He knew her favourite flowers and snacks, (Which was very helpful as he wanted the date to be a picnic) Ed insisted it would be perfect as she wouldn't like something too expensive and elaborate while also wanting something special and unique. That day you cried yourself to sleep because a picnic was your idea of the perfect date and you loved to fantasize about sharing that experience with Edmund. But now he would realize your dream with someone else.

Life was very unfair.

To make everything worse, he begged you to wait with him until she arrived. Edmund would never ask you to stay on the date with him because he wanted to have a private moment with the girl of his dreams and didn't want to make you uncomfortable being the third wheel. But he wanted you to stay with him to give him moral support until she shows up.

That was the only time in your life you hated being best friends with him.

At that very moment, you were in Edmund's room. He told you he was going to ask the mysterious girl out this afternoon and he would be here any minute with her answer.

A part of you really wanted her to say 'yes' because Ed was madly in love with her and you didn't want him to be heartbroken if she rejected him. But you couldn't help but wish she would say' no' because if she accepts, you knew Edmund would fight until the end for their relationship to last and you would be obligated to be his maid of honour and eventually the godmother of his children. The thought made you shiver.

You nearly had a heart attack when the door burst open and Edmund appeared, looking like he had won a million pounds in a marathon.

"She said yes!" he exclaimed. You've never seen him so happy before

“Oh my God, Ed! I'm so happy for you!" You replied, doing your best to look enthusiastic.

The two of you held each other for a while until Edmund broke the comfortable silence.

“You will be there, right?” he murmured against your hair.

“Of course, Ed. I will always be there when you need me.” That was the first completely true sentence you've said to him since he told you about the mysterious girl.

"Good. Thank you for everything” He pulled away from you just enough so that he could look to your face.

You were almost sure he stared at your lips and he was just as stunned by the proximity as you were. But he gently turned away from you and went to his desk to get the little notebook you both were using to plan Edmund's date. You tweaked the last details for the rest of the afternoon, but you noticed the way he avoided your gaze the entire time and you'd be lying if you said you didn't feel like your heart had been ripped out of your chest.

***

Today was the big day. Edmund asked you to get ready because you were meeting the mysterious girl today and he really wanted you to make a good impression on her so you both could become friends.

Fantastic. Simply fantastic.

You picked up your favourite summer dress and put on some simple makeup. It was an outdoor picnic after all.

Edmund arranged for you to meet at 3:30 pm at a flower shop near Primrose Hill, the place where the date would happen. Arriving at the store, it wasn't long before you found him and you forgot how to breathe when you saw the owner of your heart wearing a plain blue sweater and comfy trousers that you'd never seen him wear before. Apparently, he took your advice and bought new clothes for the occasion. He looked adorable.

“Hi, Ed” You called out to get his attention.

He turned to you and you felt your cheeks heat up as you felt his gaze travel over your body.

“You are…Wow! Y/N…I don't even have the words to say how beautiful you look” he said nervously, the pure adoration in his voice making your stomach flutter.

“Thanks, Ed. You look good too” You smiled.

The two of you quickly pulled yourselves together and set out on a journey to buy the perfect flowers for his date. In addition to her favourite flowers (which coincidentally were your favourite flowers as well), he asked the seller for help buying flowers with specific meanings. You were passionate about flowers, but you never learned about their meanings and the only flower Edmund knew was the mysterious girl’s favourite. According to the seller, red roses mean romance, tulips are true love and alstroemerias mean loyalty. You were both completely embarrassed when the kind florist recommended with a smirk that Ed buy lilies too because they mean eroticism and sexuality. He bought five different types of flowers in addition to the mysterious girl's favourites and left the store.

You were slightly nervous to get to Primrose Hill because Edmund insisted on decorating it himself, despite your pleas. You loved his best friend, but he didn't have a lot of decorating sense.

He had specifically arranged for the date to be at Ed's favourite tree at 4:00 pm, the tree was set back from the rest of the park for privacy but it was still a beautiful spot. That was the two of you's favourite hangout spot since you were kids and you couldn’t help but feel a little hurt that he's using your two's special spot to have a date with a girl.

You were starting to worry that he would stop caring so much about you now that he had a possible girlfriend.

The two of you arrived on the date and you were shocked to see the most beautiful picnic setting ever. Indeed, the flowers were still missing to complete the decoration, but the delicate tablecloth was full of your favourite foods that looked absolutely delicious and the comical picnic basket gave it a special charm.

“It's way too beautiful. You didn't do this on your own.” That was the first thing you said.

Ed shrugged, but you didn't miss the boyish smile on his face.

“My sisters helped me. I thought I had already overloaded you so I asked for more help. But I am offended that you would assume that I couldn't make something beautiful on my own, Y/N/N.” He said, pretending to be offended.

You helped him put the finishing touches on with the flowers and you can't help but sigh as you look at the most adorable picnic you've ever seen.

You would give anything for Ed to have done all that specifically for you.

"It's 5 minutes to 4:00 pm" Ed commented while looking at his wristwatch.

You nodded and you two sat down next to each other.

“I don't know her” You broke the comfortable silence after a few minutes.

He looked at you with confusion written on his face.

“I don't know her, Ed. But I see how much she seems to make you happy and I've never seen your eyes so bright as when you talk about her. She clearly is your world and you wouldn't have made something so beautiful and special if you didn't love her. I'm so glad you found her, Edmund… I wish the world to you both because I feel like you were made for each other” You commented, surprised that your voice didn't choke.

Every word you said was like a knife in your heart, but it was the truth. You loved him unconditionally, and you knew that Edmund loved her as much as you loved him. He still looked confused by your words, but it didn't matter. You needed to accept that you both just weren't meant to be and that was okay. You were strong and deep down you knew you would get over it. The important thing is that Ed was happy and that you will never stop being best friends.

When you looked up from your lap, you looked at your best friend's face. He had a neutral expression that didn't give away what he was thinking, but you'd never seen him look so peaceful before.

He looked away from your gaze to look at the wristclock.

“It's 4:00 pm, Y/N. I think it's time.”

You nodded in acceptance with some unshed tears and got up off the ground, walking peacefully away from Ed so he could enjoy his long-awaited date.

“Y/N where are you going?” You heard Ed's voice after walking a little less than a meter.

You turned around, confused only to see an Edmund who was clearly trying very hard not to burst out laughing. The left hand was shoved in the pocket of the trousers and the right held the bouquet with the favourite flowers of the mysterious girl.

Wait…

are the mysterious girl, Y/N/N. I can't believe you didn't notice sooner!" He exclaimed with a huge smile on his face.

"What?!?"

“These are your favourite things, sweetheart. I wanted to know your opinion about everything because it was everything for you.

“But… That day you said she said yes” You pointed, still not believing the situation you were in.

“It needed to be believable. I really wanted to ask you out like a normal person, but I didn't want to ruin our friendship if you didn't feel the same way. I thought that if you saw how well I know you and how thoughtful I could be as a boyfriend you would want me. I'm sorry if I hurte--"

You threw yourself into his arms and kissed him passionately. His lips were as soft and sweet as you'd imagine. He tasted like home.

“Of course, I feel the same, Ed. It's impossible not to love you." You smiled, leaning your forehead against his.

He stole one more peck and held you by the hand so you could enjoy the picnic. The long-awaited date would be the beginning of the most beautiful love story between two soulmates.

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Lay All Your Love On Me

Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sirius has always been your friend, but he falls in love with you and decides to confess his feelings at the sound of ABBA at a party.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Alcohol, shitty family and mentions of mental health.

A/N: Technically, this is not historically accurate bc this story happens at the sixth year (1976) and ''Lay all Your Love on me'' was first released at 1980, so just use your imagination.

Sirius Orion Black never thought he would one day find love. He never received love from his own family, and even the love he felt for Reg was difficult because Regulus was the shy little boy. Sirius was the rebel, which meant Regulus had to hear that Sirius was a bad influence all along and, unfortunately, when everyone says you shouldn't be in someone's company, it becomes tough to maintain a good, normal relationship with that someone.

But everything changed when Sirius arrived at Hogwarts.

He thought the rest of his life would be miserable because he went to Gryffindor and not Slytherin like his whole family. But he became friends with James, then with Remus and then with Peter. He has finally found his true family.

In the second year, he met you. You, his future best friend and partner in crime, his biggest confidant; who would give him a comforting hug, so he could cry because he had no words to say how broken he was, and you wouldn't insist on talking because you always understood him, even without words. You were his great love, his world, his everything.

Obviously, you didn't know that.

He would rather die than lose you because he was sure you would never feel the same. You were perfection itself; you were all the good the world had to offer, for Merlin's sake.

Besides, you were his best friend.

God, he hated that word so much.

It brings us to this exact point where Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup and a party is going on in their common room, and you obviously were here because you've always loved supporting James and Sirius, and you could have fun with Remus, Lily, Marlene and Dorcas. Sirius has been watching you throughout the party because you looked stunning. You were wearing a simple black dress, and you didn't do anything different with your hair, but you could have fought a family of dragons alone, and you'd still be the most beautiful girl in the world in Sirius' opinion.

Sirius saw a guy flirting with you at the start of the party, and he instantly sulked. He knew he had no right to be jealous, but he couldn't help but feel a pang in his chest as that random guy made you throw your head back while you laughed. So Padfoot decided to try to distract himself from his grief by drinking Firewhiskey. He drank a lot, but he was so used to alcohol that he needed more than just a few sips to lose control of his own mind. So, at the moment, he was simply tipsy.

The eldest child of the Black family was dancing, talking loudly to James and having a good time, managing by some miracle not to think about you for a while, when the first notes of “Lay All Your Love On Me” started playing on the record player that some muggle-born brought to the party. ABBA was your favourite musical group, and Sirius just couldn't stand you singing one of their songs every thirty minutes. He loved you as much as a man could love a woman, but you definitely knew how to get out of tune sometimes.

Before he could stop himself, Padfoot's eyes met his and, just like any other occasion when this happened, his heart raced and he felt his cheeks start to turn red. But at that exact moment, he realized something: he was tired of loving you from afar. He loved being his friend, but he needed to know if you'd be able to do him the honour of tasting the lips he's fantasized about for years. If you would give him your permission to hold you in his arms to make you feel loved and safe. If you'd be as happy as he would be if the two of you held hands as you walked to Hogsmeade in front of everyone, showing that you belonged together. Being her friend was no longer enough. He would respect you if you didn't want to be his girl, but if there were a minimum chance to you to accept his heart, he definitely wouldn't waste it.

Taking advantage of the fact that one of your favourite songs was playing, he decided to tell you how he felt about you. He climbed on the table and started singing the song that translated exactly how he felt about you.

I wasn't jealous before we met,

Now every woman I see is a potential threat

He had absolutely no pride in feeling like punching any boy in the face who flirted with you because, as much as he hated to admit it, he was so insecure. Throughout his childhood, he was told that he was replaceable and an embarrassment to the family and, except for Andromeda and Regulus, he never felt that anyone truly loved him. His self-esteem undoubtedly improved after he made friends and discovered who he really was, but the feeling that he was unlovable and alone never went away. If you were his girlfriend, he would respect and trust you completely, but he always felt that any boy in the world would be much better for you than he is. And it just tore him apart.

And I'm possessive, it isn't nice

You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice

Remembering that brought a smile to his face. You always hated your smoking habits. Every time you saw him lighting a cigarette, you would look at him with daggers in his eyes or launch into an extremely long rant about how nicotine would "ruin your lungs." Every time you did that, he rolled his eyes and had to stop himself from shutting you up with his lips.

But now it isn't true

Now everything is new

And all I've learned has overturned

I beg of you

One thing he never told you is that he has a collection of…well, you. Since he was 12, he kept all the things you gave him and all the little things that remind him of you in a white box under his bed. Everything. All the little drawings you made in the middle of potions class in the corner of the parchment. All the coloured pebbles you gave him in third grade when you had that iconic hippie phase. The Queen concert tickets you gave him for his birthday, the pressed flower that he always forgets the name of but reminds him of you. He looks at these things every night before he falls asleep.

Remus, James and Peter found out about the box (and consequently his love for you) two years ago and ever since then, it's been a nightmare because every time they saw you talking to Padfoot, and they were pretty sure you wouldn't. Noticing them, the three marauders would make kissing sounds, hands hearts and all that embarrassing shit you do to embarrass and annoy your friends when they have a crush right behind you, so only Sirius would see them.

Even with his friends irritating him, Sirius was very grateful to have them to help him deal with his feelings. He has never been in love and he never thought he would because all the members of the Black family had arranged marriages, so now that he loves someone he has no idea what to do. He just wanted you to love and care for him as much as he loves and cares for you. Not only that, he wanted you. You to be his and the privilege to belong to you.

Don't go wasting your emotion

Lay all your Love on Me

Sirius' family and life are completely messed up, he knew that. But even with his relapses, he was fine. Not many people can say that, but he was fine. Yes, he has a lot of problems, and sometimes he feels sad, but he, (Sirius realized as he sang in front of all the people at the party) was genuinely happy. He no longer feels the emptiness in his chest that he used to feel when he was younger. He had the best friends he could ask for, he had you, and his mental health is stable.

So yes, he has relatively heavy baggage, but who doesn't? You have many flaws. You have your traumas and your past, but Sirius was willing to overcome them because he loved you. He would never ignore them, make them seem less important, or treat her like a china doll because of it. He would just accept that they exist and he would love you unconditionally because he wanted everything from you. Sirius wanted the fights and the disagreements and the arguments, as ugly and terrible as they were because they would be with you; and everything is better with you.

He would try to be the best man in the world for you because that's what you deserve. He would respect your time and your limits and care much more for you than he does for himself. Sirius wouldn't be perfect, but he would try his best because it would make you happy and as long as you were happy, so would he.

It was like shooting a sitting duck

A little small talk, a smile and baby I was stuck

I still don't know what you've done with me

A grown-up woman should never fall so easily

He still remembers the exact moment he realized he was in love with you. Sirius and you had just started the fifth year and you both were under the tree beside the dark lake. It was an autumn afternoon and it was very windy, so there was no one around the two of you. You were telling Sirius about your family and how unforgettable your vacation was. You and your cousins ​​went to your aunt's beach house and since you and your mom were the only witches in the family, you and your parents had a lot of funny moments when your whole family went to the beach and you had contact with a lot of families Muggles and their powers sometimes got out of control. He was crying with laughter because you sneezed next to a couple and you and your cousins had to find a way to make the woman's beach bag stop floating without them realising that something was really wrong with you.

You and he were just being two stupid teenagers, but at that moment Sirius realized that you were his favourite person. And he would die a happy man if he spent the rest of his days listening to the sound of your voice because it always made him feel warm inside. He never realized that you had the most beautiful eyes in the world, or how much he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to spend the rest of the day with you and he wanted to see you old and grey. Sirius was 100% sure that you would look beautiful.

The moment he realized that he froze in shock. You got worried and suggested a glass of water and he was so stunned he just nodded. After a few sips, he said he was fine but needed sleep. He spent the rest of the day lying in bed and looking at the roof, wondering what he would do now.

I feel a kind of fear

When I don't have you near

Unsatisfied, I skip my pride

I beg you dear

The song ended and it took him a few seconds to realize it. Everyone in the common room was cheering enthusiastically, but the only person Sirius cared about at the moment was you. He got off the table and walked over to you, who was still looking at him with confusion and amusement in your eyes. He took your hand and practically dragged you to his dorm. Once there, he made you sit on his bed and closed the door.

"I'm in love with you Y/n," He said, staring at the door, not being able to meet your eyes.

“I meant every word I sang. I've loved you for two years and the war is coming and I can't let anything happen to either of us without telling you that my heart will always belong to you, Y/n/n." He took a deep breath and looked at you, who still was sitting on his bed.

You were extremely surprised. How would you not? Your best friend was confessing his love for you, and you definitely didn't expect that. You were so afraid of hurting him or ruining your friendship, but...

"I love you too," you said. Being unable to stop smiling.

You caught a glimpse of Sirius immediately turning to you and walking towards you until there were only inches keeping you two apart.

"A-are you serious?" He looked so shocked and you felt your heart break for him. Sirius clearly didn't think he was worthy of his love, but you would spend the rest of your days showing him how wonderful he was and how much you adored him.

You stood on tiptoe and kissed him, and Sirius felt himself melt. It took him a few seconds to kiss you back, but when he finally realized what was happening, he cupped your cheek with his left hand and put his right arm around your waist.

Neither of you has ever felt as complete as you do right now, in each other's arms. And you both wanted it to be this way until the end of the times

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About My Writings

I don’t write smut. Maybe some sexual tension and/or something implicit; but I do not feel comfortable enough to write explicit sex scenes

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, but I’m always willing to get better at the language and at my writings, but please be nice.  

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Fandoms I Write For

Harry Potter (The Marauders Era only): Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter and Regulus Black.

Marvel Cinematic Universe: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker, Loki Laufeyson and TASM!Peter Parker

The Chronicles of Narnia: Caspian X, Edmund Pevensie and Peter Pevensie.

I'm planning to write for some anime fandoms in the future.