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ijustwantogohomehogwarts · 7 months

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The Colors of the Rainbow

Timothée asks y/n what color he reminds her of, and she puts a lot more effort into an answer than he could ever imagine.

Warnings and such: it's. so. fluffy. also like one swear word? illusions to "adult situations" but nothing bad! not proofread!

A/N : i'm backkkk!! not gonna lie, i didn't expect to be gone nearly a month, but life sucks lately and it just kinda happened...im sorry!!! thanks for the continued love and support! also- i get my cast off in like 10 days! yay!

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"what color do you associate me with?"

His voice drew my attention away from the book in hand, the first words spoken aloud in hours. it was thought provoking; a color?

"what do you mean?"

"when you hear my name, what color do you think of?"

I had never thought of that before, but now seemed a good a time as any. I allowed my eyes to wonder over him as I thought about the best answer.

Red: bold and beautiful. a bright color, attention grabbing and hard to look away from. the color of our bedroom lights after too many nights spent apart. the color of his eyes after he smokes too much and giggles on the couch. The color of our lips when we finally pull away, gasping quietly for breath. Red. The metaphor of blood shed that went into making us, and making us work. red, bold and beautiful.

Orange: autumn. obviously. the color of pumpkins, of crazy sunsets and sunrises, worthy of photographs we'll never look at again but in the moment, it's important. the color of comfort, warmth and a cool breeze. orange, deep like fire, the burning desire for him, for me, for each other. the color that paints my insides when i look at him and remember that he is mine.

Yellow: not the neon yellow, but the soft yellow. the yellows the paint the sky for a brief moment in the early hours of the day, when the world is waking up again and the day is starting. the color that floods our bedroom and allows dust to dance in the air around us. the last color we see as we fall asleep together. the color night owls are always chasing. for him, it's the color he radiates when he walks into the room, bright and happy, a glow that follows him and intoxicates everyone in his path.

Green: earthy and holy. natural beauty, like the nature we crave amidst the bustle of the new york city. not a color i see him on often, but the color of his eyes. the color i get lost in when he talks, drunk on the sound of his voice. the color behind his entire world. it's calming and comforting. it's him. a color i would happily see every day for the rest of my life. a color i plan to see for eternity.

Blue: the color of water and cleanliness. he loves his showers, his pools, and the rare trips on boat rides for secret swimming holes. a water bug through and through. the color for which he starts every morning, a fresh start. the color of winter, cool and quiet. for nights spent close together under heavy blankets, skin on skin. the color that accompanies him to premieres and interviews, a color that demands attention in the softest tone.

Purple: both the softest and deepest versions. a child-like representation of each, a playful color. a color which adorns his body on quiet days spent shopping, or nights gallivanting around for basketball games and bars with his friends. a color i often associate with nights home without him, the undeniable fact that he'll stumble through the front door in the early hours of the morning, the smell of alcohol lingering on his breath as he tells me he loves me.

White: innocent, clean, wholesome. a stereotypical color, but there's truth to it. sure, he's not pure in the sense of what the color stands for traditionally (can you blame a girl?) except he is. through all of life's changes, the good, the bad, and everything in between, he's stayed true to who he is. he's happy, ready for life's adventures. he wants to be the person his generation can look up to, someone who defies the odds and makes a name for himself on his own. he doesn't need, or want, poor publicity or the lingering story of being a hollywood fuckup. he won't be- he can't be.

Pink: a color typically labeled for feminism, but golly doesn't he look beautiful in pink! it's bold and impossible to look away from. the lightest shades for the purest and most innocent, the darkest shades for the most demanding and defiant. why not break stereotypes?! the clothes make the man, so they say...but for him? no. he makes the clothes. he's what pulls the outfit together, the one who makes the color beautiful. beautiful, like the color that paints his cheeks when his heart flutters in his chest.

Gray: a color for balance. there's never light without the dark. with good days, comes bad. we get tired, sick and worn down but it reminds us we are human. a color reserved for coffee runs on lazy sundays, after sleeping away the stress of the previous week and preparing ourselves for the next. a comforting color, one that reminds us we are allowed to be sad, but the feeling will pass and the sun will shine again. be patient, good things take time.

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"Black." I settled on the answer with a smile.

"Black?!"

"Yes!"

"Why?! That's the most basic color!" He chuckled softly, nudging me with his foot.

"No, it's the most important color."

"Important?"

"Well, it's a perfect combination of all the colors, and all their qualities. You've got the best of them all, love."

"How so?" There was no hiding the color pink on his cheeks.

Black: the perfect combination of all the colors that exist. the best qualities mashed into one, leaving ample opportunity to add more of the color that's most needed. black, the color of the room which we share in the middle of the night, where the only sounds are soft snoring or heavy moaning. sometimes both. it's in this color where we find solace in one another, an indescribable feeling of peace, a place which we call home. in the arms of the man i love. all the colors in the world, every combination of letters in every language- it'll never be enough to express the gratitude i have for the stars above that lead me to him.

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ijustwantogohomehogwarts · 8 months

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don't wake regulus

Y/n can't sleep so she wonders down to the dungeons in search of her favorite Black brother

Warnings and such: pretty fluffy, angst if you squint maybe? Short but cute because I miss Regulus Black :(

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My knuckles met the wood door and regret filled my body instantly. I shouldn't have come down here- my inability to sleep and desperation to not be alone wasn't his problem. I sighed, hearing the lock turn over and the door being to open.

"Crouch, I swear if you-"

Standing before me, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he squinted against the hall light was a just awoken Regulus Black. His hair was askew and pajamas hung on his body loosely- everything was big on him. His voice was raspy as he spoke, my presence before him in the middle of the night catching him off guard.

"Y/n? What's wrong?"

"I...I'm sorry, Regulus," I hung my head, suddenly feeling embarrassed that I had come down here at all. This didn't seem like a bad idea a few minutes ago. "I shouldn't have-"

"Come on," He yawned, eyes closing as he opened the door wider.

I stepped in and watched as the darkness encased the room once more, the only light was the reflection of the moon on the lake which pushed its way through the windows on the far end of the room. I followed Regulus back to bed, hesitating before climbing under the covers with him.

"Reggie I-"

"Are you safe?" He interrupted, arms wrapping around me tightly before nesting his head in the crook of my neck.

"Yes?"

"We can talk about it in the morning then."

"Okay," I chucked, settling into the sheets and his arms.

I'm not sure how long I had laid there, but everything in me was saying that Regulus was asleep. I didn't mind...even if I still couldn't sleep, at least I wasn't alone. I sighed, mostly content as I turned over in his arms. I couldn't see his face, but allowed my hand to wonder up and down his side and what expand of his shoulder I could reach.

"Y/n?"

"Sorry!" I whispered, fingers stilling on his hips.

"If you wake me up again, I'm going to kill you."

I knew he was joking but I could feel my cheeks heating up. I shouldn't have come down here, I thought to myself. Regulus' thumb and forefinger fumbled for my chin before tipping my head up slightly and placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

"Seriously though, go to sleep!"

"Yes, Reggie." I rolled over again with a smile. He squeezed me tightly and mumbled something that sounded like an I love you from where he laid behind me, but I must have just dreamt that...right?

Right?

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ijustwantogohomehogwarts · 8 months

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l o o k | a t | m e

Y/n and Tim are sharing a very intimate moment, and he wants nothing more than for her to look at him. Let's be honest, who doesn't want to look at him?!

Warnings and such: ummm yeahhhh....absolutely smutty...soft smut, but still smut! 18+ no minors. Some swearing and mentions of spit...definitely not proofread! let me know if I missed something?

A/N: I have a lot of smut written in general and I like it better than the soft stuff, but i like soft stuff! Not sure how I feel about this one so lmk!

ALSO: lmk what other tags i should add to these posts!

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"Look at me."

His voice was gentle but demanding, the echo of his words like a lifeline to drag me back to reality, out of this incoherent but beautiful headspace.

Look at me

Like a soft echo, something to focus on. His voice.

My back arched and hips rolled. I felt like I was on fire, and I was loving every moment of it. As I tried with any strand of willpower I had left to open my eyes, the vision of Timothée came into focus. He was beautiful. He was always beautiful, but this was a different kind of beautiful.

"Look at me," He repeated, smiling softly down at me.

With pleasure.

A few moments passed, or maybe a few hours, before my eyes grew heavy again, vision blurred as I fought against rolling my eyes back with pleasure.

I gasped loudly, a string of groans following instantly as he bent over me, his hips burrowing into mine as he thrusted deeper into me. My legs wrapped tightly around his lower back, hands clawing desperately at him. I thought, for a moment, I would die if I lost the feeling. He dropped to his elbows, caging me below him and began trailing sloppy kisses across my neck and chest, interrupted only by feverish pants and profanities which presented themselves as deep groans through gritted teeth.

"T-Tim," I gasped again, feeling his hips roll in an effort to get impossibly further inside me. My nails dug into his back before reaching for his shoulders.

I was desperate. I could feel it coursing through my body. Close wasn't close enough.

Sweat dampened curls bounced in front of my eyes and tickled my nose when he took a moment to look down at where our bodies met. That was one of his favorite sights in the world. My hand reached higher, tugging the hair at the top of his head- I needed his eyes on me. I needed him to watch me come undone beneath him. He obliged.

One hand snakes it's way under my shoulder, pulling me down to meet his thrusts. There was no way of possibly being any closer, but everything was worth a try. My hips rolled up again, head back and my shut tightly. I opened my mouth, desperate to scream out the tingling sensation that rumbled in my stomach, but nothing came out. My breath quickened and I managed a moan, but nothing near what I was feeling on the inside.

"Look...at me," Tim repeated, panting between thrusts. His arm left my shoulder, finger trailing lightly down my stomach until he reached the bundle of nerves I had between us. I didn't need to open my eyes to see the smirk on his face, but my eyes opened quickly at the warm feeling of fluid that wasn't my own landing just above where I needed him to touch me. I looked down and watched as he spit drooled again, thumb collecting it and pressing harshly against me.

I was done.

I screamed, legs shaking around him as my orgasm washed over me. He continued to fuck me through it, wave after wave of pleasure consuming my body. It was almost too much. Almost.

"Fuck!" He grunted loudly, fingers digging into my hips as he chased his own release.

The room was silent, aside from the two of us desperately trying to catch our breaths. There was no more moaning, groaning or echoing of skin against skin. I whimpered as he pulled out of me, the empty feeling consuming all of my thoughts. I hated it. Tim ran a finger up my slit, collecting whatever juices spilled out on the tip of his finger.

"Open,"

I did as I was told, the salty taste in my throat sent a new wave of excitement through my. I fought, again, to open my eyes, to take in the sight of him- sweaty and restless and fucked. Though heavy eyelids I watched him stand, pull on a pair of long forgotten boxers and run his hands though his hair. He smiled when he caught sight of me staring.

"Pretty baby," He whispered, climbing back in bed and straddled my still shaking hips. "you alright?"

"Mhmm," I mumbled, not sure if I could remember how to talk.

He smiled and bent over me, feather light kisses trailing across my face, down my neck and across my collarbones. His hair, once again, ticking my nose. I ran my fingers gently up and down his back, soothing the raised lines and crescent shaped bumps I had left against his skin. They'd be gone my morning, almost entirely anyway, but for the rest of the night, each touch was reminder and heated my body with excitement and anticipation.

"Come on," his voice echoed in my ears again as he spoke, climbing off of me again. "Let's get cleaned up."

I didn't move. I couldn't. I wanted more.

"Y/n," He cooed again. "Look at me..."

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ijustwantogohomehogwarts · 8 months

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m i n e | (s e c r e t l y)

Y/n recounts the struggles of Timothée going back to work after spending time with her, knowing there's nothing she can do about it because, to the eyes of Hollywood, she doesn't exist. There's nothing she can do...as a girlfriend-

Warnings and such: established relationship, secret/private relationship, sad reader but major fluff points!

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I rolled over in bed, the gut wrenching realization that I was, once again, alone hit me before I even opened my eyes. The spot beside me was cold, covered pulled up and long abandoned...but his scent lingered. The warmth of his embrace, the feeling of his skin, his lips on mine...he was gone, but the memory burned in my mind like it was brand new- present.

I had myself convinced that I was handing this whole situation very well, he even gave me credit for how well I was 'holding it together,' and keeping everything a secret. Oh the irony in having secrets in Hollywood. I knew it was going to be hard, there was no way to make it any easier, but the façade shattered like glass each morning after he left.

It never mattered how long he was here; 12 hours or 12 weeks, it never felt like enough time. Who am I kidding- the rest of my life wouldn't be enough time to spend with him. We never wasted a moment, and made up for all the lack of physical touch until reality ripped us apart again. I'd fall asleep and convince myself that the next morning would be just the same, but nothing ever prepared me for his absence.

God, it was such a cliché thing to think! I could call him 10 times a day if I wanted, I could send him 100 text messages and FaceTime just to stare at his face! We live in a world where technology makes it almost impossible to miss someone...almost. Close isn't good enough...

I trudged around the empty apartment, the sound of his voice, the echo of his laughter; played loudly in the back of my mind. There was no trace of him. Keys, shoes, coat...all gone.

"Stop whining, he'll be back in a week!" I scolded myself in a desperate attempt to pull my head out of my ass and carry on with my life. "He's not dead!"

I made breakfast, cleaned the apartment and played music so loudly I couldn't hear my own thoughts. No thoughts, no tears. Besides, it was selfish for me to be upset: this was his life, I'm just a small part of it. He's got work to do, projects to finish and I'm so proud of him, truly I am! Who am I to hold him back from any of it because I miss him?! I turned the music up louder. No thoughts, no tears.

The afternoon rolled around and I dragged myself into the patio to enjoy the city. There was something magical about the time between when the work day ends, and the night life begins- there was a sense of calm amidst the chaos, something you only got to experience once a day. This is normally the time where I get to call him, or where he calls me, and we talk about the 9-5 grind as if either one of us had one, but I remember his speaking, as he drifted off to sleep last night, that today was going to be different. Busy. Demanding. Attention and time consuming. But he was excited, so I was excited for him.

There was no call.

When the noise started up again on the street below, I resolved myself to spend the rest of the night on the couch, watching movies and wallowing in my own self pity. I knew this feeling wouldn't last, that in the next day or two life would go back to the way it was before he was here, and the cycle would repeat itself. The thought of giving it up never crossed my mind...the days we were together made it all worth it. I was just a person who got too attached and I know that I would eventually learn to handle this better...good things take time after all.

I turned to shut the door, my eyes glancing over the table for the first time all day. It took another glance to notice that something on it didn't belong to me. The undeniable sparkle of designer diamonds. A ring. His ring. One of them anyway.

Maillon Panthere Ring. Cartier. $12,000. Maybe more.

Sticker shock is still very, very real.

He's left things here before, why wouldn't he, but this seemed like too much to simply forget. Shoes and t shirts were one thing, but he's never left something he wears regularly, something so expensive. I smiled, realizing that it was undoubtedly a mistake, and he had days where he would loose his own head of it wasn't attached.

"Missing something?" I texted him, though I didn't expect a response.

I set the ring down on the bathroom counter and indulged myself in a shower that lasted all too long. I threw on a pair of sweatpants and a t shirt that didn't belong to me and picked up the ring again. Funny, I had seen it so many times since he bought it, but it looked much different not wrapped around his fingers. I spun it around my own, blushing feverishly when I realized the only one it fit was my ring finger.

My phone chimed, drawing me quickly out of my thoughts.

"You. Filming on Astoria Boulevard probably until midnight...it's beautiful here. I'll bring you sometime! Call you tonight? xoxo"

Would it really be so wrong...

I jumped off the couch, giddy like a child on Christmas with a plan that would either end horribly or wonderfully, but if I was careful, the latter was the only option. I made myself presentable, without putting in too much effort for the sake of time constraint, pulled on a pair of shoes and a sweatshirt (which also didn't belong to me) and headed out the door.

I walked quickly towards the subway station a few blocks away, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the ring still on my finger. Astoria Boulevard in Queens was about an hour away, and I could only hope he was serious about being there well into the night, or this would be an all for nothing excursion out of the house.

There was a small group of people, only about 12 maybe and mostly girls, giddy with excitement and staring through their phone screens. If that wasn't enough to give away that they were all still there, the sidewalk closures, flood lights and film equipment was. I stepped over the barrier and slipped in with the group when no one was looking, though it didn't appear to be a big deal that they were there so what was one more? I made my way to the front, stopping when my fluttering in my chest became near overwhelming.

"Isn't he dreamy?" Someone whispered beside me.

"I hope we get to meet him!" Someone else replied.

"QUIET ON THE SET!"

Like a light switch, the world fell silent around us. The people beside me all hit record simultaneously and watched the magic unfold in front of them.

"ACTION."

There wasn't a whole lot to see from where we stood, but for a moment, I saw a mess of dark curls. I didn't need to see the face that they belonged to to instantly recognize him.

Him.

Everything came flooding back: the sound of his raspy voice, his lips on my neck, bare skin on bare skin, his fingers laced in mine. The smell of his skin, damp with sweat as he fought to catch his breath. I wonder if anyone had caught sight of the faint red lines down his back, or the dark purple bruises on his hips. My fingers instinctively traced my collar bone, knowing that I had matching bruises just below the fabric of this sweatshirt. My cheeks felt warm- warmer still when the train doors open and my eyes instantly fell to him.

I took in every inch of him; savoring the fact this was one of the very few times I was able to do so in public. There was an overwhelming feeling of excitement, a fear of being caught, though to anyone else I was a fan, nothing more. I felt my pulse quicken as adrenaline coursed through my body:

"I've kissed him. I've ran my fingers though his hair. I've shared a bed with him. I have his number saved in my phone. I'm wearing his clothes. I've seen him naked. I-"

Okay, simmer down.

"CUT!"

"That was great guys! Let's take 5 and we'll try to wrap this up."

There was a commotion of equipment moving and people shuffling around, but through it all I caught glimpses of Martin Scorsese (which was awe inspiring on it's own) and his muse. His beautiful, beautiful muse. The people beside me grew louder, desperate to capture his attention.

"Guys," The man who appeared to be assigned 'Crowd Control' turned towards us. "He knows you're here, he'll come say 'hello' when we're all done. Please let him finish or you're going to have to leave." He was met with muttered apologies, but didn't seem to mind.

I've never gotten to watch him work before, but there was something about it that was so...intoxicating. I already knew he poured everything into his projects, but watching him make it come to life was stunning. He took direction, looked, moved, breathed as instructed. I smiled when the rain machine came out and watched him slowly get drenched, curls sticking to his head, his white shirt becoming sheer...

I stared, unabashedly, until the final 'cut.'

"He'll be out in 10 minutes." crowd control guy spoke.

Almost to the second, the official new face of Chanel jogged around the corner. Clad in heavy sweatpants, t shirt and jacket, his hair was still damp and there was music blaring from his phone. The fans around me were screaming, though defiantly not as loud as I'm sure they have before, seeing how few of us there was. He stopped just short of the barrier, eyes locked on me, and froze.

I bit back a smile, watching him do the same as a beautiful color painted his cheeks. I dropped my head and stared at my fingers when I couldn't control myself any longer. I pulled his ring off my finger and rolled it around in my hand. I stole glanced as he made his way down the line. He was a model (literally) celebrity: doting on his fans, signing every autograph, making small talk, taking pictures...he was genuinely happy to be with them, and I know without a shadow of a doubt he would act just the same if I wasn't there.

"Don't be shy," his voice washed over me, hand touching my arm quickly. "I'm Timothee Chalamet, what's your name?"

"I'm [The nickname he gave you], it's nice to meet you!"

I stifled a laugh as the color in his cheeks began to match my nail polish. I rolled his ring back and forth between my fingers, eyes flickering between his and my hand. In public he was quick on his feet; he ran his hand from my shoulder down to my hand, taking the ring from me leaving no one next to us any wiser. In private, this may have taken him quite a few minutes to realize.

"I like your sweatshirt," A shit eating grin was plastered on his face. "I have the same one, but I seem to have lost it."

"Well, I hope you find it! It's very comfortable!"

"Yeah. I know!"

"You looked great out there! I can't wait to see the final commercial. When does it come out?"

"Thank you! Yeah, I'm not sure, but I'm sure you'll all see pictures soon!" He turned to everyone else who began cheering. "Say cheese!" He called, holding his phone above his head.

We all huddled together and he snapped a picture. I've seen a few like this on his phone- he never deleted them. He looked at me for a moment longer before asking, shyly, if i wanted a picture too. It would match the ones I already have, sure, this felt different...like a risqué little thing I wasn't supposed to have. Of course I said yes!

"Everybody get home safe, okay? Thanks for coming out and I appreciate your cooperation! I hope to see you guys soon!"

Tim turned his back towards the crowd and whispered something to crowd control guy. He turned back and waved enthusiastically at everyone who was being escorted away, though I couldn't help but notice the ring that suddenly adorned his finger was gesturing towards the ground, the same way you would tell a dog to 'stay.'

I walked impossibly slow behind everyone else, and as they rounded the corner, I fell back, following Mr. Crowd Control. He must know...right? Does everyone who works on these types of projects sign nondisclosure agreements? They must, right?

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Tim laughed, falling in step with us as we made our way through what was left of the make-shift set.

"You're young, you'll be fine!" He tried to act offended and even made Crowd Control chuckle.

"Wanna meet Scorsese?"

"No! I look like a bum!"

"Excuse you!" He laughed, tugging on the sleeve of my sweatshirt. "Come on, it'll be quick, we gotta clear out anyway."

Martin Scorsese was a very nice man, though firm and to the point. He admired Timothee and told me, very sternly, to not let him doubt himself. 'He's going places, just you wait!' All of this I already knew, but nodded along enthusiastically. To Scorsese, I was just a 'childhood friend,' which isn't a lie, and though I don't think he would care who I really was to Tim either way, perhaps it was best that the less people that know the better.

"Thank you for the delivery," Tim smiled, wiggling his fingers in front of him. "but you didn't have to come all the way down here to do that!"

"Fine, give it back!"

"Wait- no!"

We stood quietly in a corner while everyone was packed up, finding any excuse to touch or otherwise look at each other. It wasn't long (enough) until Tim's driver came. The feelings which I had first thing in the morning, that lingered through the day began to return...loneliness began to wash over me as I was desperate to hold him. Regretfully, Tim had a redeye flight to catch and had to be to the airport in a few short hours- there was no way I could ask him to come back home for one more night.

"It's not long this time," I reminded myself. "9 days and he'll be back for 3 weeks!"

Still, I couldn't help myself and I watched as my fingers reached for one of his own.

"Do you mind if we take her home first?"

"Tim-"

"Not at all! We should get going though..."

His driver pulled the car around and I got in on the blindside, just in case. There was a strategy to doing- and therefore getting away with- just about everything in Hollywood. I had so much to learn! I rested my head on his shoulder, fingers interlaced as we rode in silence back to my apartment. It was nice. THIS was the kind of intimacy I was going to miss with him.

9 days, I reminded myself.

The rest of the night was a blur, even more so when the headlights disappeared down the road, and I could no longer see my hand in front of my face though the tears. I could feel the pleasant sting on my lips where they began to swell slightly, and I groaned audibly, desperate to have him back already. This of course made me frustrated because I had no logical reason to cry, so I cried some more and the cycle continued.

I woke up the next morning with a splitting headache but immediately reached for my phone. 10 text messages, 1 missed call.

-I love you! -I'm so fucking lucky to have you in my life! -I'll call you when I land, but it will be late, please don't wait up for me! *1 missed call* -Thank you :) -I miss you already :( -You have no idea how happy I was to see you tonight! -Like, OMGGGG that's my babbyyyyy -Fucking beautiful! -I'm going to go to bed....but I wish you were here! -I love you! I love you! I love you!

I smiled to myself and began reading over the messages before they dropped to the bottom.

-Bien matin, mon amour :)

-TIMOTHEE HAL CHALAMET

-I literally just woke up, there's nothing I could have done yet-

- I FUCKING LOVE YOU

-lol I love you more!

*Incoming FaceTime call*

"Good morning," I yawned at the boy who was still in his own bed.

"Good morning...I don't have to go anywhere for a few more hours...If you want to go back to sleep..."

"Not without you..."

"I'm not hanging up."

I'm happy the world doesn't get to see this side of Timothee Chalamet...this is the type of intimacy that I want to keep all to myself- all the intimate moments for that matter, but even when we're old and grey and celebrating 50 years of marriage, this is the type of thing I'll hold most precious. I am undeniably IN love with him.

My muse. My beautiful boy. My baby. My Timothee.

Mine.

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ijustwantogohomehogwarts · 8 months

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I did not abandon my Lee and Gracie book! My horse broke my arm and my laptop is falling apart so typing is literally impossible! Please bear with me!

I might make the original Bones and All post (the intro to the story) stupid long and add all the parts to that...not sure yet!

I have TONS of saved drafts for Timothee Chalamet though....if anyone wants me to post something?

I miss you guys! Thank you for the love!!

(This literally took me 14 minute to type)

#timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet #regulus black #Lee #bones and all #dune #beautiful boy #elio perlman #call me by your name #timothée chalamet fanfiction #timothee chalamet fanfiction #timothee chalamet x reader #fluff

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ijustwantogohomehogwarts · 9 months

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The Adventures of Lee and Gracie - BONES AND ALL : part 2

Warnings and such: some angst, especially sibling, talks about shitty past, stalker?, mentions of scars, jokes about dying and poor driving....?

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“And yesterday I met you. I think that’s all there is to tell.”

I don’t know why, but opening up about my life and talking to Lee felt like second nature, like the easiest thing to do in the world. It shouldn’t be, I don’t think. Despite feeling like I had known him for years, it had hardly been 24 hours. Maybe it was in the way he listened, how his eyes constantly flickering between me and the road. Or how he’d smile and nod along as I spoke, interrupting to ask questions or confirm that he was still following along with the people and places I spoke about. I never imagined people like that actually existed, not outside of the books I read at least.

“That’s some heavy shit, not going to lie.” He chucked, pulling into a gas station. “But you seem to be handling yourself well, I’ll give you that much!”

“Thank you? I think?” I laughed, getting out too. I watched him, again, as he got gas and walked circles around the parking lot. He was easy to watch- in a non-stalkerish type of way.

“You hungry?”

“Ummm…”

Lee laughed, pointing to a dinner behind me. “I know better.” The idea of Lee eating regular food seemed like a foreign concept. I don’t think I can ever recall a time where my mother ate “people food,” outside of coffee and some junk food she had shoved in the back of the kitchen cabinets. I was learning, at an alarming rate, that I knew nothing.

“You’re turn,” I smiled as we sat down to dinner.

“My turn?”

“Lee! Come on, tell me about you.” He chewed his food slowly, avoiding eye contact with me as he did.

“Can it wait? Until we’re back on the road.” I tried to glare at him in a non-threatening type of way, if that was even possible. He smiled, holding a pinky out towards me.

“Fine.” I turned his hand over, taking in his tattoos for the first time. “How about those? Can we talk about those now?” He laughed, taking his hand back.

“Honestly, there’s nothing to tell. I did them myself. When I was younger. For no reason at all…I was just bored. Why? You want one?”

“I’ve thought about it…”

So we talked about tattoos, and hair and piercings…all the things teenagers toyed with and were typically done with by our age. As it turns out, the pink hair was actually supposed to be red, but he could never keep up on maintaining the color. ‘So pink it is.’

I learned 3 things about Lee over dinner;

The first was that he had an appetite. This boy could eat, and would eat, anything you put in front of him. He must have the metabolism of a God. He was probably, what? 140 pounds, soaking wet?!

The second was that he was an absolute riot. He wasn’t loud, per say- quite soft spoken and monotone actually, but he could find a way to crack jokes at every word that came out of my mouth. Some of them were great- we were doubled over in laughter, drawing attention to ourselves a few times over the two hours we sat inside. Other times, the jokes were really, really lame. I’m talking kindergarten level knock knock jokes, but the way he told them…you had to laugh. And boy, did he have a beautiful laugh!

The third was that he was unfavorably kind. This was more of a judgment call on my part, I don’t know that he would ever admit to being a kind person, considering what he was, but I thought he was kind. He held doors for me, let me order first, and asked if I had enough to eat more than once. He was overly pleasant to the waitstaff, though I saw nothing wrong with that, and he even asked the entirety of the dinner if anyone wanted the last piece of peach pie before he took it. I mean, who does that?!

“Alright mister,” I turned my full attention towards him once we got back in the truck, back against the door, feet on the seat. He turned down the radio and cleared his throat.

“There’s not a whole lot to tell, I’m just going to say that now.” I nodded.

He talked. It was a drawn out story with bare bone details, and I could tell he was reluctant to share anything too personal, but in the moment it didn’t seem to bother me. I didn’t push him for details- I was just happy to hear him talk.

His voice stirred confusion throughout my body. Lee was human, of course he was, but I think he went his whole life believing he was a monster, or at least that’s how other people would see him. I couldn’t bring myself to see him that way though, outside of the cannibalistic tendencies, he and I shared very similar experiences growing up. The monsters I’ve read about in stories, the real ones you heard about on the news- they all had tragic backstories of abuse and neglect and abandonment. Lee didn’t get along with his dad, but he had a sister, a mother, aunts and uncles…never any real friends to speak of, but I didn’t either. I don’t know if any of that made it easier or harder on Lee to be ‘what’ he is, but I thought him to be far from a ‘bad person.’

We rolled to a stop at an intersection in the middle of nowhere. The red glow brought me out of my thoughts, my attention back to the boy at my feet. He yawned, looking around. I don’t think either one of us had realized how late it had gotten, and we didn’t make plans to stop somewhere. We’ll have to get better at that. Lee stuck his head out the window, like a dog, and smiled.

“How do you feel about sleeping outside?”

“What?”

“There’s nothing here, I’m not sure where else to stop. We could find a nice spot to park, sleep under the stars?”

“Okay…” I hesitated, not sure if he was being serious or not.

He was serious.

We found a quiet spot at the edge of a field a few miles up the road. We pulled out our bags and the few small blankets we’ve collected and piled into the bed of the truck. Lee handed me the keys and a flashlight.

“Gracie?” He muttered, trying to get comfortable.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think we could stop in Kentucky? I promised my sister I would teach her how to drive…”

Domestic.

“Of course we can!” He smiled and rolled over without another word.

I sat on the tailgate and tried to read. There was only a few chapters left in my book, but it was my last one and I wasn’t sure how long it would be before I’d find somewhere to get another one. The stars were beautiful. I was beginning to regret not sleeping in the bed of my truck before tonight, I had always slept in the cab, too scared to be out in the open and by myself. But I wasn’t alone anymore. I had Lee.

******

“How long will it take to get to Kentucky?” I asked, watching as Lee’s fingers traced over the map.

“If we don’t stop anymore than necessary, we could probably make it by tonight. Or tomorrow morning if you wanted to raid a bookstore along the way.” I smiled at him, eyes returning to the road.

The drive was long, but otherwise easy. Lee sang to every song on the radio, belted at the top of his lungs to his favorites, and groaned at every commercial. It reminded me of a road trip with a small child, except this was far more enjoyable.

We had to stop for gas one more time before the sun went down, and decided that this would be it for the day. We found the cheapest motel and walked across the parking lot to a convenient store for dinner.

“You know, this is considered a delicacy in some areas.” Lee grinned, holding up a can of spaghettios.

“In this area, we respect spaghettios!” I beamed, snatching the can from him and tucking it under my arm.

Lee continued looking up and down the aisles, but I could tell that he wasn’t excited about anything. There was something else on his mind. I could see it, the way he watched everyone who walked past him in the store. I’m not sure how often eaters eat, but maybe that’s what it was? Lee and I had been together for almost a week…

I slipped around the corner, gitty to find the last box of exactly what I was looking for. I returned to Lee, who was still watching someone at the front of the store. I stuck the box in front of his face and smiled.

“Really?” He laughed. I nodded excitedly. “Will you do it for me?” The question caught me by surprise, it was an innocent request but seemed so…personal? Intimate almost?

“Okay!”

We perused the store for a little while longer, but Lee seemed to be more distracted than he had even when we walked in. I figured I would ask him about it later, when the only people who could hear us were the ones on the other side of the paper thin walls of the motel room. Strangers. People we would never meet face to face. Who cares what they thought.

I noticed an old man who was watching Lee and I intently as we checked out. Lee must have noticed him too, because as we were leaving and the man made a step towards us, Lee put a hand at the small of my back and rushed us across the parking lot.

“Go. Go.” he whispered. The door slammed behind us and Lee locked it quickly, peeking behind the curtain.

“What?”

“That guy…” he started, dragging a hand through his hair. “I feel like I’ve seen him before.”

“Like, recently?”

“More than once. I can’t be sure though. He’s one of us- he’s like me, I mean. I could smell him.”

“Lee…” He began pacing in front of the door. He took a deep breath and stopped. “Do you think we should leave?”

“No,” he sounded much more confident this time. “We’re almost to my house, if I see him again…we’ll deal with it.”

I nodded…not knowing what else to say. I tried to recall if I could smell someone like that too. I could smell Lee, he smelled nice… but I’m not sure if that was the same thing or not.

“Ready?” He asked, taking the box and walking towards the bathroom. I jumped up in excitement.

“Look down, you’re too tall.” I laughed, reaching for the top of his head.

“Have you done this before?” He walked away, sitting on the closed toilet seat.

“It’s hair dye, not rocket science!”

“That’s a no!” Lee laughed. I looked around the bathroom, everything was smeared with a bright red hue, like someone had been- I stopped that thought, turning my attention back to what I was doing.

“I think that’s all of it.” I smiled, taking a step back to look at him.

“Are you sure? There’s still some in the bowl…”

“There’s always extra, you should know that!”

He chuckled softly, standing to look at himself in the mirror. He looked rather impressed that I didn’t get any on his face. I was impressed too. He smiled at me in the reflection, watching as I took off the cheap gloves and tossed them in the trash.

“Gracie,”

I looked up. Lee was standing within arms reach, the rest of the hair dye on his fingers. I nodded, feeling a blush rise in my cheeks. He stepped forward, and grabbed a strand of hair from the underside of my head, fingers ghosting against my skin. He smeared the chemicals in, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. There was more left over than I thought there was, so I allowed him to dye a section in the front of my hair too- a section that would be more visible.

He looked so proud of himself.

We sat down to dinner and a movie, the comfortable silence engulfing me like a fire. I was starting to love it… I checked my watch and nudged Lee towards the bathroom to wash out his hair. He took a shower, emerging a short time later with the ends of his curls now a bright shade of red.

“Not too bad!” He smiled in the mirror.

“Oh my god!” I stumbled to my feet, walking towards him.

“What?!” He immediately tried to look at the back of his head. I reached him and grabbed his arm.

“Adam, Eve and Steve?!” I laughed at the tattoo on his shoulder. He stilled for a moment under my touch. “I love that!”

Until now, I hadn’t seen Lee shirtless. Not that I thought it was a big deal, but it let me find my new favorite tattoo of his. I could guess that it was a jab at sexuality, his or otherwise, but it was funny. A continuation of the jokes he loved to make. My fingers trailed lightly down his arm, not realizing that I was holding onto him the way I was. I selfishly let my eyes wander over his body, a well healed, but good sized scar on the left side of his chest. A bite. I reached to trace it, stopping when Lee took a deep, shaky breath.

“Sorry.” I whispered, hands dropping from his body entirely.

****

I tried desperately to peel my eyes open, the sun pouring into the room was overwhelming. There was rustling beside me, Lee was peeking out the window again. I watched him, assuming he didn’t know I was awake. This was quickly becoming my favorite way to pass the time.

“You could take a picture, it would last longer.” He smiled, looking at me over his shoulder.

“Sorry,” I yawned, looking around the room. Lee’s bed hardly looked slept in, or on. I worried that he had spent the whole night in front of that window.

I stumbled to my feet, crossing the room without an ounce of grace in my body. Oh, the irony. I smiled at the new red strands in my hair. I quite liked them, actually. Not to sound all metaphorical and english-teacher like, but it felt like something that sort of…tied…Lee and I together. One in the same, but still different.

“We should go, when you’re ready.” Lee spoke, standing behind me and pulling me from my thoughts.

We only had a few short hours until we got to Lee’s house, nothing in comparison to the hours we had put in over the last two weeks. I was worried that things would be awkward, or that he would bring up the small moment we shared last night, but he didn’t, and I think I was grateful for that.

“This is my aunt's house,” he said, pulling into the driveway. “She died a few months ago, so it’s empty. We can stay here. I live just on the other side of that plant, but my mom she’s…” He shook his head and smiled.

“Say no more!”

“I’m going to go take Kayla driving…hopefully I don’t die!”

“She can’t be that bad!”

“You’re right, I survived your driving-”

“Lee!” I swatted his chest playfully.

“Any requests for dinner?”

“Are you cooking?” I raised an eyebrow at him, looking towards the kitchen.

“Absolutely not! But we got about everything in town. Just can’t be seen hanging around…do you need to know why?”

“Nope!”

“So?”

“Surprise me?”

Lee smiled. “Lock the door, keep the lights off! Snoop around if you want, fuck if I care. I’ll see you in a bit! Hopefully!”

I snooped. I didn’t see any reason not to. It was clear this was something that didn’t bother Lee, he snooped through people’s things all the time- dead people for that matter. The more time I spent with Lee, the more questions I had about being an eater. My mind was still unwavering, there wasn’t a single part of me that wanted to experience any of that for myself, but I had questions nonetheless. I wondered how much Lee would be willing to divulge, if it wasn’t anything “personal.”

I found a box with old photos and sat on the floor to look through it. These were all strangers, I didn’t recognize anyone in the photos, but they seemed to have a happy life. About halfway through the box I found a photo of a little boy, his smile screamed familiarity. Baby Lee! There was a stack of photos of him at Christmas and his birthday parties, at halloween and on a bike. He didn’t look much older than 10, but after that they stopped. No pictures of him at any other family events, school functions, carnivals…nothing. Maybe it all started around that age. Does his family know? They must know…or they don’t and that’s why he still sees them?

“Gracie!” Lee called from the door. I had lost track of time, the sun was setting and the street lights were coming on. “Food’s getting cold!”

“How did it go?” I asked, watching him pick at his food.

“Minimal deaths- could have gone worse.” He smiled. “Actually Kayla-”

There was a loud banging on the door, followed by a woman yelling.

“Lee, I know you’re in there! Open the fucking door.” I looked at Lee who simply rolled his eyes and stood up from the table. “Come on you asshole. Open the goddamn door!”

“Speaking of the devil!" He whispered. "Kayla, fucking chill!” He opened the door and a short girl with bright blonde hair came barreling in, shoving him back until he hit the wall. I stood in the doorway.

“I found the note you left me, you’re leaving already?!”

“It’s just for a little bit, I’ll be back. Chill!”

“Why the fuck do you do this!” She continued to yell. “You’re just like dad you-” She stopped, finally noticing me. “Who are you?”

“Kayla, this is Gracie. Gracie, this is my sister. Kayla.”

“Hi-”

“Fuck you, Lee!”

“Outside, Kayla.”

“No! You-”

“I wanna talk to you outside.” Lee sighed through gritted teeth. “Please, just go outside.”

My mind flashed back to the night I met Lee. To the drunk man in the grocery store and everything that followed afterwards. I could hear them arguing outside, but couldn’t make out what was being said. I sat down and waited, not knowing what else to do.

“Fuck you, Lee!” Kayla yelled, and I could see her storming off towards their house.

Lee came in, stress and frustration radiating off of him. His body temperature alone raised the temperature in the house a few degrees. He shed the button up he was wearing and I could see him sweating. His sister must really get under his skin. Either that, or just being back here was a lot. His leg bounced restlessly as he sat and tried to steady his breathing.

“I think we should go…” he sighed. “She’s probably going to tell my mom I’m here and I just…I don’t want to deal with that right now, you know.”

Dinner was abandoned, Lee grabbed a few things from the house and we set off once again. His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel, sitting idol in the driveway for a moment. I slid closer to him, hand resting on his.

“It’s okay,” I tried to sound reassuring. “Siblings are supposed to get under your skin.”

Lee chucked softly, relaxing his shoulders. “Can we make another stop? Before we go?”

“Of course.”

We drove to the far part of town, to a slaughterhouse. Lee smiled, parking the truck and turning off the lights.

“What are we…”

“I used to work here over the summers. I wanna show you something.”

I followed him, over fences and railings and through doors. Lee knew this place like the back of his hand. He didn’t seem worried about getting caught. I guess there was only one security guard and he was old. ‘Deaf in both ears,’ as Lee put it when I asked. We ran down a few dark hallways until we reached a cafeteria.

“Lee?”

“I can’t get into the safe, but they keep petty cash in the lockbox. Stand guard?” He ran through the back, returning a moment later with a good size stack of money and handed it to me. “You’re the bank.” He smiled breathlessly.

“Is this what you wanted to show me?”

“Of course not! Come on.” He grabbed my hand and we were off again.

In the back of the plant there was soft music playing, and the distinct sound of cows. It was sad to think about, but otherwise peaceful. We climbed to the top of the walkway and sat, our feet dangling over an empty pen.

“I used to hide up here a lot.” Lee smiled, looking around. I could see why.

Comfortable silence.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Hmm?”

“You look like you wanna say something- ask something, so speak.”

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to…”

“Deal.”

“What’s it like?”

“To work here?”

“No,” I laughed, picking at the skin around my nails. “Eating…to have to do the things you do.”

“I guess I don’t really have a choice, do I?”

“I wouldn’t know…”

“It’s kind of like predator versus prey meets natural selection. I can’t speak for other eaters, and maybe your mom did it differently…but for me…I try to only pick the people who aren’t worth saving.”

“Saving?”

“Yeah. Like the guy in the grocery store when we first met? No one’s gonna miss him.” Lee laughed. “Only men, not married, no kids…”

I nodded. There seemed to be a method to who Lee “picked.” It wasn’t just a random, spur of the moment decision, but something he calculated meticulously in his mind. He didn’t want to hurt anyone- he didn’t want someone’s wife waiting for him at home, or some kids wondering where their dad was. Lee was kind like that- if there was a way to be kind in all of this.

My hand found Lee’s, lacing our fingers together carefully as I found the courage to ask the next question. He seemed to sense this, and squeezed my hand gently.

“Do you remember your first time?”

“Yeah, it was with this girl when I was like 16? She was hot-”

“Lee!” I laughed, leaning into his shoulder.

“I was…10? Maybe? I don' t even remember if that was the first, but it's the first I remember. It was a babysitter. I don’t remember why I did it, or how it started…but I remember feeling this kind of rush- the blood vessels popping you know. I felt like a superhero. Until it was over anyway. I remember knowing what I did was wrong, but I wasn’t sorry…if that makes sense. I think I was upset that it was a girl.” Lee sighed, “I liked her too- she was good with kids!”

“So, do your parents know?”

“My dad does. He's one too, but I didn’t know it at the time. He umm,” He reached for the scar on his face, stopping himself and hoping I didn’t see. I did. “He made sure I wasn’t going to tell anyone. And I didn’t. For 12 years.” He smiled at me before chewing on his bottom lip.

I let go of Lee’s hand, offering him my other one as I reached up to card my fingers through his hair. I tucked a few pieces behind his ear before he finally looked at me with the softest expression I had ever seen on a person.

“Do you think I’m a bad person?” he spoke, barely above a whisper. I smiled but shook my head.

“No, I don’t think you’re a bad person.”

My fingers rested on the back of his neck, eyes glancing between his and his lips. I pulled him gently towards me, waiting for a sign of protest. There wasn’t one. It felt like an eternity before his lips ghosted against mine, the faint smell of his last cigarette on his breath. He was…intoxicating. I gave him one final tug towards me and with it, time stopped. He kissed with such caution and softness. Nothing was rushed or ravishing and breathless. I supposed I had expected something more, but found myself much preferring this than the visions I had of how this was going to happen.

Everything I knew about him, and all that I thought I knew came to life in that kiss. I wanted this feeling for the rest of my life-

Oh, shit!

Lee pulled away, his forehead resting on mine, eyes still closed. I didn’t have to look at him to see the smile on his face. I could feel it radiating off of his body. Our fingers were still intertwined, squeezing each other carefully. There was a loud ‘moo’ from one of the cows below us, causing both of us to jump slightly. He groaned, staring at the ceiling for a moment as if trying to commit this to memory.

“We should go,” he finally sighed.

“Where to next?”

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The Adventures of Lee and Gracie - BONES AND ALL : part 1

Warnings and such: mentions of bl00d, !death, death of family member, alcohol/drunkenness ,illusions to caññabilism...i think that's it for this part?

A/N: you can't tell me Timothée doesn't radiate this kind of chaotic energy 24/7! He was absolutely perfect for this movie! Thank you for coming to my TedTalk!

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My mother was what she called an “eater,” because I guess calling her a cannibal was wrong. There was a difference, apparently, of which the latter she was not. You could have fooled me. I’ve known for a while, probably my whole life, but to me, that was normal. Normal for her anyway. I had never met another “eater,” at least not that I knew of, but would I know if I had anyway?

She never partook in the activity in the house, but more often than not she came home before she was ready to, covered in blood. Admittedly, it freaked me out to realize how quickly that stopped bothering me…but of course, not as much as discovering what she was doing a few times a month. What bothered me the most is that she came home, cleaned herself up, and carried on with life as if nothing happened. As I got older, I became more wary of her, something that I think she picked up on all too quickly. It drove a wedge in our once perfect relationship, but I wouldn’t consider it a loss.

The idea toyed in her head, for a while- she thought I was a “late bloomer” or that I just needed to “find the feeling,” but whatever it was that caused her to be this way, it must not have been passed along to me. If that’s how someone became an “eater.” It made me wonder where it all started, but then again, maybe I don’t want to know. All I do know is that she left when I was 18, and I hadn’t seen or heard from her since. My dad was long gone and I had no siblings. Maybe my dad knew, and maybe I wasn’t even supposed to happen…oh well, no sense in dreading about it now. I had no complaints. No regrets.

I knew the signs of an eater, or at least the ones that made my mother stand out in a crowd, but I still wasn’t sure if I would be able to pick one out of a line up unless they had blood all over their face. I resolved to just be by myself, to always watch my back and never put a lot of trust in anyone. It was all easy, really. I wasn’t allowed to have friends as a child, understandably so, and because of that I was fine to be by myself. I didn’t know any different.

As my 20th birthday approached, the body of a woman surfaced near the lake. It was a lot to take in, in a small town, but I knew. I knew that it was my mother, and I knew that it wasn’t an animal who had found her body before some local fishermen. There was another eater, somewhere, and suddenly I didn’t feel safe. What if they came after me? I am half my mother, eater or not. I packed a bag and left with a full tank of gas and all the money I had been saving for almost 6 years. I didn’t dare look back.

That was almost a year ago now. My 21st birthday was at the end of the summer and I had already driven across the country and back once. I was stuck somewhere between not wanting to settle down somewhere, and being too afraid to. I had no family elsewhere, at least not that I knew of, so there wasn’t anything grounding me to one specific spot. The life of a nomad was starting to grow on me! I found myself in Indiana, at the dumpiest ‘grocery store’ I had ever been in, which was saying a lot because I’ve seen some pretty deplorable places on my travels.

“What kind of store runs out of lunchables?!”

There was a very intoxicated man wandering the store, drinking a 6 pack of cheap beer that I can only assume he hadn’t paid for. The store attendants didn’t even bat an eyelash at him, apparently this was a regular thing. I was at the end of the aisle he had just strolled down, looking at the bare bone essentials that were strewed about the shelves.

“Hey, I’m talking to you, you dumb bitch-”

A woman with a small child had asked to get by him on her way to the checkout lines. I wasn’t the only one watching him- a boy, about my age, had been following him around the store for a while now. I couldn’t tell if they were together or not, but the younger one seemed highly irritated with the antics.

“Hey!” He called, standing behind me. “You’re out of control, buddy.” Okay, so maybe they aren’t together.

“You with the store or something?”

“No, I’m not with the store. But I’m going to escort you out of it.”

“Oh you are?”

“Watch this,” the younger boy whispered as he stepped around me.

He had a shit eating grin plastered to his face, as if he was waiting for this moment. He turned to the drunk man, smiled at him and without an ounce of hesitation, headbutted him. Hard. I could hear it break his nose. Blood began to seep down his face before he realized what had happened. The drunk threw an otherwise poorly calculated swing, but missed by a mile or more.

“Outside, you fucker!”

“You want to go outside? We can go outside! Let’s go outside!”

“Who the fuck do you think you are, you little asshole!”

“Is this how you spend your Saturdays? Harassing innocent people after you spend the morning jerking off…”

Their voices trailed off as the door closed behind them. I watched them chase each other around the parking lot for a moment before stepping out of view and behind the store. That was the most excitement I had seen in a long time!

I made my purchases and used the microwave behind the counter to makeshift something for dinner. What I wouldn’t give for a real kitchen! It was nearly dark when I finally left, and there was no sign of the two men from earlier. I could only hope they sorted out their differences and everyone left without incident.

I was crossing the parking lot to my truck when I noticed something someone, crawling out the window frame of an abandoned building a few yards away. It was the younger guy from earlier. His shirt was torn and he looked at me before doubling over. I couldn’t tell what he was doing, but could hear the distinct crinkle of a plastic water bottle and as he approached, I could see it- blood! A lot of fucking blood. I knew instantly what he was; his face and chest was smeared the same way I had seen my mother’s many times before. Despite his best efforts to apparently clean himself, the evidence was everywhere. I didn’t know rather to run or scream or-

“He’s back there, if you want to..” He nodded back towards the building, walking past me without batting an eyelash in my direction. Maybe they only “ate” once? Do they get full? They have to, right?

“No! No I don’t- I’m not a…No!” He stopped and looked me up and down.

“Could have fooled me. You smell like one.”

“One what?” I hesitated, trying to keep the distance between us.

“You tell me. You seem to know.”

“I’m not.”

“So you’ve said.”

“What do you mean ‘I smell like one?’”

“An eater. Eaters can smell other eaters. Usually.”

“Well, you’re wrong. I’m not a…a eater.”

“Okay. Well, sorry.” He smiled, and I could see his blood stained teeth. Somehow, even in this moment, I wasn’t phased. “I’m gonna just…I’m gonna go now.”

There was something about him…something that I couldn’t put a finger on, or take my eyes off of. He seemed…different? I only had my mother to compare him to, but there was still something. I watched him circle the parking lot, staring at the keys in his hand. Whatever he was trying to find must not have belonged to him. Wait was he-

“You can’t just steal his truck!” I laughed nervously, watching him climb in and start digging around.

“What good is it to him now?” He turned the key over and tried to start it, groaning. “There’s no gas in it anyway.”

“I’m sorry I don’t-”

“Will you drive me somewhere?”

“No! I don’t even know you!”

He jumped out of the truck, a piece of paper and a few dollars in his hand. He smiled, wiping his spare hand on his pant leg before extending it to me.

“Sorry, I’m Lee.”

“Lee?”

“Lee. No last name.” I looked at him for a minute, his smile never fading.

“Grace. Or Gracie.”

“First and last?” He chuckled and whatever it was about him made me smile, even if I didn’t want to. ‘Don’t trust people’ I reminded myself.

“Look,” he continued. “You could have convinced me you were an eater, like I said, you smell like one. And if you’re really not, hey that's cool too! But eaters don’t eat eaters, so I’ll treat you like one if you’ll just drive me…” he looked at the paper and spun around in a small circle before pointing in some opposite direction. “If you’ll drive me like 15 minutes that way? Please?”

I tried to weigh my options, the risks I was taking by giving in, but there it was again, that thing that was different about him. Whatever it is, it was telling me to just give him the ride. I could leave him there and never have to see him again if the next 15 minutes gave me any inclination that Lee couldn’t be trusted.

“Okay,” I sighed, pointing him towards my own truck a few spots over. “But if you try to-”

“Cross my heart I won't!”

We hopped in and he gave me directions. He was quiet, domestic really…not something I would have expected from one of them. He just sat there, like nothing had happened. I couldn’t help but eye him the whole way, and he definitely knew, but didn’t say anything. It was almost a comforting silence, something I don’t recall ever experiencing in my life before now.

Eventually, we made it. The house was dilapidated, not cared for in the slightest- it smelled of weed and alcohol from the driveway. A bachelor pad if I had ever seen one before. The lights were off, though I may have died of shock if anyone else was living there.

“Thank you,” Lee smiled, hopping out of the car and coming over to my side. “Unless, I mean, do you want to come in?” He said it so calmly, like it was his own house!

“I umm…”

“I promised I wouldn’t bite, remember!”

That feeling returned, consuming my body. It’s fine, just go with him. Something inside me was screaming, I didn’t know if it was my brain, my heart, or my stomach, but none of them were arguing with whichever one was screaming. Maybe this is how I die! Only one way to find out…

I sighed, hopping out of the truck and following him into the house. The inside was somehow worse than the outside- I didn’t even think that was possible. Lee, however, seemed to be in love! He instantly started digging though the man’s collection of music, staring wildly at the raunchy posters on the wall.

Lee let out an excited noise when he pulled a record from the crate, throwing it on the player. The music blared horribly loud, causing both of us to jump out of our skins.

“Fuck!” He yelled, turning it down quickly. The smile soon returned to his face and he began jumping around the room, singing and dancing erratically.

It was almost euphoric to watch. So I did- I just watched him. I watched him for a few minutes, my eyes following him as he jumped off the couch, landing in front of a very dirty mirror. He leaned in close, singing to his reflection until he caught sight of the state he was in. There was still blood smeared down his chin and throat, the rest was hidden behind his t-shirt. The smile dropped from his face and in its place…embarrassment?

“I’m gonna go take a shower.” I nodded and watched as he disappeared down the hallway.

Last chance to leave.

No, I think I’m going to stay.

Lee emerged a while later and asked if I wanted a turn in the bathroom. Again, this seemed so normal to him- he acted like this was his house. He must do this every time he…eats. A real shower sounded too inviting, no matter how gross the bathroom may be.

With the endless supply of hot water, I’m not sure how long I was in there. A small part of me almost expected the boy to be gone when I was finished, but he wasn’t. I followed the sound of the television and found him sitting in front of it, laughing along to whatever way playing, a cigarette in hand. Domestic.

I cleared my throat, not knowing what else to do.

“Oh, hey!” He jumped up. “Do you want to watch something? I think there’s a few more channels on here…”

“No, that's okay. I might actually go to bed…if you don’t mind?”

“Not at all! Take the bed, I’ll sleep out here.” He pointed towards the back of the house. “It's just back there…on the left.”

I felt like I was supposed to say something, to thank him, maybe? But whatever it was, I couldn’t find it. I just looked at him, probably for too long. He began to rock back and forth on the balls of his heels, looking around the room and smiling awkwardly everytime his eyes met mine.

“Goodnight, Lee.” I finally mumbled, stifling a yawn.

“Night, Gracie!” I heard him plop back down on the floor as I headed towards the bedroom.

Weirdest. Day. Ever.

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I hardly slept last night. Part of me was scared I’d wake up to Lee standing over me, or that the guy whose house we were in was going to come back, or that a neighbor called the cops after seeing us come in or-

*knock* *knock*

“Gracie, you awake?”

I sat up boltright. “Yeah, it’s open.”

No, you idiot! That’s not what he asked!

Lee opened the door awkwardly and stuck an arm through the crack, offering me a cup of coffee. Domestic!

“I’m not sure how you take it, but your only option is black or Irish, but you know, that’s still black.” I chuckled, opening the door further and taking the cup from him. His head was turned, not daring to look in the room.

“Thank you.”

“Mhmm.”

There was an awkward silence. Lee still hadn't turned around.

“Can I ask you something?” I finally found the courage to speak.

“Shoot.”

“This is normal for you, isn’t it?”

“Was that the question, or a statement?”

I groaned, walking back over to the bed. Lee hesitantly peered around the corner, not daring to enter the room any further.

“Sorry,” He chuckled nervously, taking a sip of coffee. “But yeah, I guess this is normal? Are you referring to the whole,” He made an exaggerated chewing motion, teeth clicking together audibly. “Thing or?”

“That. Yes. But I assumed that was normal for you. It was normal for my mother, anyway. But I was referring to the whole ‘making yourself at home’ type of thing.”

“Your mother?!” I just looked at him, waiting for an answer to the second part of the question- the actual question. “Umm. I mean, everyone’s got their own rules, I guess. I don’t see any harm in staying a night or two. It’s not like he’s going to need it.”

We sat silently, sipping shitty coffee and stealing glances at each other. The comfortable silence settling over us once again.

“If you’re not from around here, where are you from? And where are you going?”

“Kentucky,” he smiled, looking like he was reminiscing. “Got family there, sort of...but I’m not sure where I’m going…I don’t ever really know. I just…go. What about you?”

“I’m from New York-”

“Holy shit!”

“Yeah. But there’s nothing left there for me so I’m making my way back across the country.” I shrugged, the idea didn’t seem so crazy to me as it once did.

“I’m sorry, back?!”

“I’ve been on the road for almost a year.”

“That sounds awesome! You’ll have to tell me about it…sometime.” The smile on his face faded slightly as he stared at the contents of the mug in his hand.

Is this where we were supposed to part ways? It didn’t feel right to get back in the truck and leave him, but taking him with me? That sounded just as weird. I’ve never been conflicted over the…wellbeing? Of another person? Is that what this was called?

Hypothetically, I thought to myself. What would be the harm in asking him to come along? What was stopping me from dumping him on the side of the road somewhere if he pissed me off or tried to bite or whatever else could possibly happen. He wasn’t tied to anywhere either, not really anyway. He had been doing things his way for who knows how long, clearly he could take care of himself. He seemed to be doing a better job at it than me, actually. And the odds of ever running into him again? There was something about him that wasn’t…scary. Maybe it was the pink hair!

“I’ll tell you.” I smiled, finishing the coffee. “You drive. I’ll talk.”

“What?”

“Unless you have other plans-”

“No!” Lee said, rather quickly. “Are, are you offering to take me with you?” He sounded less sure of himself as the sentence dragged on.

“IF,” I barked, standing up and sticking a pinky in his face. “You keep your promise!”

“Cross my heart.” He smiled, drawing an ‘X’ over his chest before hooking his pinky with mine.

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The Adventures of Lee and Gracie - BONES AND ALL: Author's Notes.

Mini series time because I'm rediscovering my infatuation with Bones and All! If you've seen the movie, I'm going to stick to the same general plot, but I have to change it up to make it my own. No shade to Maren, love her, but she's not in this.

I have a few 'mini series' in the works, and it's easier to give the reader a name rather than y/n each time, so everyone meet Gracie! She's going to be the character in all the 'series' but any stand alone fanfiction I write will still contain the y/n prompt.

FOR THE BONES AND ALL SERIES:

Lee is going to remain very much the same. At the time of writing this, I don't have plans to change his character in the slightest, outside of making him talk a little more. He's also going to be 22!

Gracie is the daughter of an eater, but she doesn't eat- never had the inclination to do it. That's important to remember. The bulk of her backstory is in the very beginning of part 1, and she's turning 21 in part 2. She will fill in any gaps in conversations with Lee.

** This post is subject to change as the story develops**

My typical 'Warnings and such' will be posted on each part I upload, but here's the bulk of them:

18+ MINORS DNI!! I want to write a little smut for the two of them, but I want to establish the fact that they are both of age before anything else comes into play!

There will be lots of mentions of blood and death and cannibalism- obviously. There will also be mentions of abuse, drugs, alcohol and cigarettes. Some adult themes (see above), and all around violence. If there's anything else I should add, please let me know! I'm also going to be updating this list as I write.

I will be uploading each part separately and will post the links to each part when I figure out how to do it!

I wouldn't call myself a great writer- there's about a million ideas in my head but putting them on paper has always been incredibly difficult for me. Tumblr is my fist experience with letting anyone else read what I write, and it's still nerve-wracking but I appreciate the love I have gotten so far! Brother-Fucker was so much fun to write but SO scary to post! I'm hoping that as the nerves settle, the writing will get better- so please bear with me on this one!!

Edit to Add: Timothee Chalamet era is in full swing! Mini series will be based on Call Me By Your Name, Beautiful Boy, A Rainy Day in New York (I know, I know) The King, and Dune. I don't have enough ideas to do Little Women and Lady Bird- YET!

Stand alone fanfics will be based on Regulus MF Black!, Timothee Chalamet himself, Mattheo Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter (maybe Peter Pettigrew before he became a rat, but not a real rat, a rat rat). Harry Potter is my *thing* if you couldn't tell by my page!

I hope that's all! Thanks again to everyone!!!

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e y e b r o w s

Tim and Reader are debating the only part of his face that needs some...help

Warnings and such: one swear word? Otherwise absolutely nothing! FLUFF!!

This is one of the fluffiest things I have written and pulled outta my drafts! There's 154 more and they'll be coming!!

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"It's not weird! You see me do it all the time!" I laughed, jumping up on the bathroom counter. I had just gotten out of the shower and thought i'd be able to go 5 minutes without my stage-5-clinger of a boyfriend. Of course, I was wrong, though Im not complaining....

"But you're a girl, it's different."

"It is not!"

He groaned, leaning across the counter to look at himself up close in the mirror. I watched him make faces, studying every part of his reflection. Even when he was being stupid, he was beautiful.

"Let me see," I smiled, grabbing his shoulder. He huffed and stood between my legs, hands on my bare thighs.

"You're soft," He cocked a smile, looking down at my skin.

"I smell nice too-" his face nuzzled into my neck before i could say anything else. "Tim!" I laughed as he inhaled deeply.

"Yeah, you do."

"Focus! Let me see." He stood up and rolled his eyes, looking at me with the upmost level of sarcasm. I grabbed his chin and tipped his face into different angles, eventually being overly dramatic just to make him laugh.

"Yeah, looks like your out of luck."

"Oh come on!" His gaze drifted back to his reflection in the mirror.

"What are you complaining about? You've obviously done it before!"

"It hurts! Why else do you think I dont stay on top of these things- dont!" He pressed a finger to my mouth.

'Because you're lazy,' I thought to myself.

"Let me do it."

"No!"

"It's not going to hurt!"

"Yes it is!"

"Fine, let the hair and make up people do it." I could see the thoughts spinning in his head. "They're going to be super busy, mad they have to spend more time to fix it, and you're gonna start your day pissed off and bright red!" I patted his cheek and made to get off the counter. "Sounds like a good idea!"

"Wait..." I smiled, hands holding his elbows. Even sitting on the counter, I had to look up at him. "Promise it's not going to hurt?"

"Would I ever lie to you?"

"About this, maybe." I gasped, slapping his chest playfully.

"You ass!" His hands grabbed my wrists, holding them gently. He pressed his lips to mine and let the kiss linger for a moment. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. The things this man does to me!

"Are you sure?" He finally spoke, dropping my hands and resuming the facial expressions he was making in the mirror. Well, that moments over.

"Tim, you're 3 hairs away from a unibrow! It'll take me 5 minutes, 10 tops and you won't feel a thing!"

"Fine!" he sighed, out of arguments. "But if you mess any of this up," he gestured to his entire face, "you're gonna have a lot of people coming for you!"

"Too bad I'm still the one that's gotta look at you all day!" I kissed him quickly before he could pout- The same kiss he gave me moments ago.

I got out my supplies and went to work. I'm not sure what those hair and make up artists are doing to him- he flinched like crazy at first, but quickly relaxed into it. He stood quietly between my legs, eyes closed, and obliged me when I tipped his head this way and that way.

I took my time, giving myself the pleasure to look at his face. I live with him, I've been dating him for 3 years, I've known him for 20+ years, but it never feels like I get to look at him- not in this way. His skin was perfect, freckles were adorable, his lashes fluttered slightly as I pulled the last few hairs. He sighed heavily, pulling me from my thoughts. I set the tweezers down, put a hand on his shoulder and asked him to squat, just a little. His knees gave a light thud to the cabinet as he did.

I held the side of his face, turning his head each direction one more time before running my thumbs softly across his eyebrows. He sighed heavily again, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Impatient are we?" I whispered, "Do you have somewhere better to be?"

"In bed with my girl." The smile spread across his face. "All done?" He asked, opening his eyes.

"All done!" I smiled. He looked at me for a moment before standing up straight and stepping out from between my legs, leaning over the counter once more.

"Oh wow!" More silly faces. "I look good!"

I hopped off the counter, put everything away and stood behind him, arms wrapped around his torso. He had to lift an arm to be able to see me behind him.

"You always look good...but I like you better with two eyebrows instead of one."

"You're hired!"

"Hired?"

"Oh yeah! It's one thing if those hair and makeup people wanna beat my face with makeup," I couldn't help but laugh. "But when they go for the eyebrows- they're out for blood! Literally!"

"I'm glad you're happy!" I stepped in front of him, arms still around him as I pressed my chin to his chest, looking up at him. "Timmy?"

"Yes mon amour?"

"Will you let me shave your face?"

"One thing at a time, crazy lady!"

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b r o t h e r | f u c k e r

Y/n and Regulus have been hiding their relationship for a few reasons, but Y/n is starting to get frustrated having to hide it from one of her best friends, and her boyfriend’s brother. They finally decide to tell him, and things don’t go exactly as planned.

Warnings and such: 18+ MINORS DNI!! Illusions to sex (nothing explicit), some steamy stuff, tons of fluff, a good bit of angst, defiantly brotherly angst and teasing, swearing, not proof read...I think its funny!

Word Count: 3427

(I’m not going to always add this, but this one is rather long)

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“I think he knows...”

My head was resting on Regulus’ bare chest, fingers tracing the freckles on his sweat dampened skin. I could feel my own skin get warmer as I spoke. He was rubbing painstakingly gently at bruise he left on my hip. I know he felt bad about it, and he would continue to feel bad about it as it healed, but it didn’t hurt.

“You could just tell him, stop lying about it...”

Regulus laughed. “I’m not lying about anything, but why do I have to tell him?!”

I untangled myself from the sheets and his limbs. A dull ache in my hips sent another wave of heat though my body. I straddled his lap, reaching down to grab his t shirt from off the floor and slipping it over my head. He exaggerated a frown as I sat up, hands falling onto my thighs, thumbs rubbing circles across the love bites. His frown quickly vanished; a proud, cocky smile taking it’s place.

“He is your brother after all.”

“You were friends with him before you met me.”

I rocked my hips gently as I leaned over, thumb tracing his jaw line before pushing his chin away. His head fell to the side, exposing his neck with no hesitation. What a push over!

“This is true” I sighed, licking from his collar bone up to his jaw. Regulus shuttered, his grip on my thighs tightened immensely. I smiled into his skin, giving a gentle kiss to his pulse point “Would you rather I tell him,” I kissed his neck again, “every,” a little lower, “little,” a little lower, “detail?” I smiled to myself before biting down on his collar bone, my tongue immediately soothing the skin.

Regulus sucked in a deep breath through gritted teeth, holding it for a moment before I began kissing my way up his neck again. His chest shook slightly as he exhaled, the air getting caught in his lungs as he tried to 'play it cool.' I kissed his pulse point again, one hand coming up to tug at a few curls behind his neck before holding his jaw in place.

“Well?”

I didn’t give him a chance to answer before going to work, determined to leave a hickey on one of the most sensitive parts of his skin. He wasn’t a fan of the aftermath, but this man was a puddle beneath me, willing to do anything I asked of him as long as I didn’t stop my attack on his neck. His hips bucked as he groaned loudly.

“Fuck-” he managed, hands pushing and pulling at my hips, willing himself to not leave another bruise on me, but loosing terribly.

When I was satisfied, I littered gentle kisses across the rest of his face, intentionally avoiding his lips, though I couldn’t help but kiss the corners of his mouth.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” He muttered, eyes closed, but the smile on his face told me that if this was how he was going to die, he wasn’t going to complain.

“I’m sorry, love.” I whispered against his lips, careful to pull away before he could reach me. I got off of him quickly, grabbing a pair of underwear out of my dresser and shutting myself in the bathroom.

I could hear Regulus throwing himself against the bed. I laughed. *(Think Elio in CMBYN when he gets caught...)*

I emerged a few moments later and watched Regulus from the bathroom door. He was flat out on his back, long, dark curls falling gently on the pillow behind him, his chest rising and falling steadily. The fingers on one hand pinched the bridge of his nose, his other hand lay just below the waistband of his boxers. I couldn’t tell what was sweat and what was saliva, but his skin glistened in the sun- he looked like a sex-ravished God. This is how I would forever picture Regulus Arcturus Black.

“Reggie?” I sauntered over to him, unsure if he was still awake.

“Don’t touch me,” he peeked at me with one eye and smirked.

He rolled over, reaching for a glass of water on the table. I could see the red lines down his back, the small crescent shaped spots just above his hips - the marks made from my fingers.

“Shit!” I whispered, finger tips gently tracing the marks. “Baby, I’m sorry!”

“Don’t be,” he rolled back over, glass in hand and sat up. “I like these ones. You on the other hand,”

He pulled his my t shirt so I was standing closer, raised the hem of it and rubbed his thumb across the same bruise. I looked down at it too. I admit- it looked really bad. It was already many shades of purple, the darkest of them in the center.

“I promise Reg, it really doesn’t hurt!” He eyes searched my face, trying to find a trace of uncertainty- or anything that told him I was lying. He sighed, looking at the mark again. “Here,” I grabbed his wand off the floor (Why was it on the floor? And when did that happen?!) pointed it at my hip, and watched him as he watched it disappear entirely.

“That’s not the same,” he pouted, “but thank you.”

I bent down to kiss him, but just before I reached his lips, his hand found my face, stopping me in my tracks.

“I have a question,”

“Hmm?”

“What do you mean by ‘every little detail’?”

His lips barely touched mine as he spoke, but I could feel the smirk on his mouth. Before I could respond, I was falling to the bed, Regulus laying between my legs, his weight a comfort on my still sore body. He held himself up on one arm, the other tracing over my sides, leaving goosebumps in its wake. I didn’t answer him, I don’t think he actually intended for me to have an answer- he just wanted to prove I didn’t have full control over him.

I reached up, carding my fingers through his hair, and enjoying the comfortable silence.

“Do you really think he knows?” Regulus finally spoke, his head resting in his hand.

I shrugged

“Sort of...I think he knows I’m lying when I tell him I can’t be somewhere with them, but he doesn’t bring it up. And he isn’t actually mad he just...”

“Does that Sirius thing?” He smiled

“Yeah, exactly!”

Regulus scooched up higher, resting his forehead against mine and took a deep breath.

“We should tell him...I’ve never hid anything from him before in my life, and I don’t want to start now. Not with you. I don’t want to feel like I have to hide you.”

I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, my legs wrapping around his hips. Regulus laughed into my chest, falling on his side so we were, again, face to face. He held my gaze, fingers tucking loose stands of hair behind my ears. I returned the favor.

“How?” He spoke, barely above a whisper.

“Quietly,” I smiled. “I could have him come here...”

“When?”

“Whenever you want?”

“Can we do it now? Before I change my mind?”

My eyes widened- I would have thought he would try to push this off as long as possible. Regulus Black was a very rational person; everything he did was well thought out and planned in advance. Nothing was spur of the moment, and I had never known him to do anything that required the spontaneous attention of his brother- or any attention from his brother for that matter, though I know he missed having it.

“Y-yeah. I can ask him to meet me- us here.” I tried to sound confident, but suddenly I was nervous too. Regulus nodded, rolling over on his back.

I got out of bed, scribbled down a quick message to Sirius, and sent the paper bird on it’s way. Instantly, I regretted it. Not for any reason other than the state of my room.

“Reggie?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you think he’s going to know we were having sex?”

He looked around- school robes and random articles of clothing littered the room. The bed sheets were in a pile, blankets on the floor, and the atmosphere reeked of lust and desperation (though I didn’t mind so much.) The boy dissolved into a fit of nervous laughter, scrambling to his feet.

“Go shower, I will clean this up!” Regulus spun around in a circle a few times, evidently suddenly overwhelmed. “Reg! Go!” He looked at me, hands on either side of my face and kissed me deeply. My hands held his wrist, and in that moment, I couldn’t care if Sirius showed up- well....

The shower turned on and I immediately set to work trying to straighten out my room. Regulus and I were usually never this carefree and messy, but last night we saw no reason to bother. After finding my wand under a blanket on the floor, I remember I could use magic! The shower turned off just as I was finishing up-

*knock* *knock*

No turning back now

I opened the door and smiled at Sirius. I stepped aside, trying to collect my thoughts as he walked in, shutting the door behind him. Before I could say anything he looked at the bathroom, light on, steam pushing its way out from under the door, then back at me, quizzically. He looked me over from my head to my feet, clearly noticing that I had not in fact been in the shower, but someone had- or still was. His face lit up and he pointed excitedly.

“Is this what you’ve been doing- is this who you’ve been doing?!” He whispered.

“Sirius!” I tried not to laugh. Before I could say anything else, the bathroom door opened.

Regulus emerged, hair dripping and shirtless. He turned to the dresser just outside the bathroom, having not noticed Sirius or I standing on the other side of the room. We, however, could still see the marks on his back. Shit.

“As-tu vu mon pull, mon amour?”

“No!” Sirius screeched, which caused Regulus to jump.

“Shit, shit, shit!”

Sirius made for the door, but I waved my wand, slamming it in his face and making sure it stayed locked.

“You’re joking! Please tell me you’re joking?!”

“Sirius-”

“Oh no, Reggie! Don’t you start with me!”

“Sirius!”

“And you!” I stood tall, holding my ground, despite the fact he was quite a bit taller than me. Sirius backed away slightly. “I’ll come back to that.”

He turned back to Regulus and looked at him for a while before;

“Qui pensez-vous être?! (Who do you think you are?!) Elle est ma meilleure amie! (She’s my best friend!) Je n’y crois pas! (I don’t believe this!) ENFOIRE! (Motherfucker/bastard) Je veux dire c’est génial, mon meilleur ami et mon frère…(I mean it’s awesome, my best friend and my brother) MAIS ALLEZ! (BUT COME ON!) Mon meilleur ami et mon frère! (my best friend and my brother!) Si tu lui brises le cœur, je devrai te tuer! (If you break her heart, I’ll have to kill you!) Oh, mais et si elle rompait avec toi? (Oh, but what if she broke up with you?) Je ne peux pas la tuer, c’est ma meilleure amie…(I can’t kill her, she’s my best friend…) Mais c’est “bros” avant- (But it’s “bros” before-)

“Sirius!” Regulus finally stopped him, somewhere between laughing and ready to strangle his brother. Meanwhile, I had resorted to sitting on the bed, Sirius’ pacing had made me dizzy, and my French wasn’t good enough to keep up.

Sirius looked up, annoyed that his ramblings had been interrupted.

“Quoi?! Je n’allais pas le dire! (What?! I wasn’t going to say it!)”

“English! Please!” Sirius narrowed his eyes and looked at me, then back at Regulus who had just found a shirt to wear.

“Did you do that to him?” He asked, pointing to Regulus’ back. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, embarrassment washing over me. That was an intimate detail I would have preferred to stay hidden.

“Padfoot-”

“Because if you did, please teach Remus!” I was at an absolute loss for words. Sirius’ expression was stone cold, unyielding and sharp, but I genuinely couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not?!\

“Wait- what?” Regulus asked, scratching his head

“I’m gay, idiot! Keep up!”

“WHAT?!”

“This is about you, not me. Focus Reggie for fucks sake!”

Regulus sat down and looked at the ground like he was trying to take in an entire year’s lecture 5 minutes before final exams.

“Okay, no- separate, please.” Sirius motioned for us to sit farther apart on the bed. Regulus didn’t look up, but I rolled my eyes, not amused.

“Are you mad?” I asked him after a few minutes of silence.

“I don’t know yet,” he said, as he began to pace again. “Am I the last one to know?”

“First,” Regulus chimed in, still not looking up.

“I’m the first?!” He pretended to get choked up “I’m so honored you guys I-”

“Don’t make it weird.”

“And please don’t say anything! We want to tell people, just,” I held Regulus’ hand “Not yet.” He looked up at me and smiled, squeezing my hand a little tighter.

“Okay, that’s kind of cute.”

It was an overwhelming feeling, having both brothers here at the same time. I don’t think they had spoken to each other in about a year, and while they both wanted to mend their relationship, neither knew where to start. I couldn’t imagine, let alone have planned that I would be, quite literally, the center of all of this! I didn’t know if this would ultimately hurt their relationship even further, strain my relationship with one or both of them or worse- both.

“How long has this been going on, because y/n, you’re a shitty liar, but you’ve been sticking to the same bullshit for a while now!”

“Sirius,” Regulus sighed, running a hand through his still damp hair. “Y/n and I have been friends since day one-”

“Really?”

“Don’t interrupt.”

“Sorry-”

“But we didn’t start…”

“Bumping uglies?”

“For fucks sake, Sirius!”

Note to self: kill Remus for teaching Sirius muggle slang. And apparently; only the bad ones.

“Sorry! Sorry. I meant ‘passionately making…’no, I can’t say that, somehow it’s worse.”

Regulus groaned and threw a pillow at him, somehow managing to hit him in the head.

“We’ve been…together for a few months now…it started before then, but officially…”

“Wait, so this is like, official, official?!”

“Why would we tell you if it wasn’t?!”

We talked for a while longer, answered the genuine questions Sirius had, and made him promise not to say anything to anyone. We knew he would tell Remus, but Remus was great at keeping secrets. Eventually, Sirius decided he wanted to leave, and Regulus had promised Evan, Barty and Pandora that he would study with them. I knew he would be back later tonight, but it still felt weird letting him leave, like things wouldn’t be the same now that someone knew.

“If you get bored, come study with us, yeah?” I nodded shyly. “Oh come on now, you were quite bold this morning! Don’t tell me that's going to change!” He kissed my cheek, keeping his lips close to my ear “Because I fucking loved it!” He kissed me again and set off on his way.

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A few hours passed and dinner was drawing near. I was famished from the days activities, and decided to force someone to go eat with me, seeing as Regulus wouldn’t be back until later, not that he and I ever went together, and I wouldn’t know what to say to Sirius if I was alone with him.

Much to my relief, Lily and James were sitting in the Gryffindor common room.

“Hey, Y/N!” James smiled, peeling his attention away from Lily for a brief moment.

“Hey guys! Seen Remus anywhere?”

They both looked at each other but shook their heads

“Library?” Lily suggested. I said goodbye and made my way across the castle.

There were only a few students when I arrived, thankfully, but Regulus, Evan, Bary, Remus and Sirius were all sitting in the back corner, though at separate tables. Regulus looked up when I walked in, mouthed a small ‘hi’ and smiled. I could see Sirius glaring out of the corner of my eye. I made my way to the Gryffindors.

Remus smiled as I sat down.

“He told you, didn’t he.”

“Yep!”

I kicked Sirius under the table.

“Hey! He doesn’t count!”

“Oi!” Remus kicked him under the table.

“Okay, fuck you guys!”

A few moments passed and I could hear the boys at the table behind us begin to pack up.

“Remus, wanna grab dinner?”

“Definitely!”

“Hey!” Sirius whispered, “You can’t have my brother AND my boyfriend.”

“Yes she can!” Remus smiled. Sirius glared.

We all walked out of the library and Sirius held the door, stepping though it behind me so his brother had to hold the door for himself.

“You know, y/n, I’ve been thinking,”

“I had no part in whatever he’s about to say, I swear!” Remus threw his hands up in self defense.

“Shut up. Anyway, We’ve all got nicknames, and even though you belong to a lesser house-”

“I have full access to the kitchens-”

“As I was saying, even though you belong to the second greatest house, you’re our best friend!”

Meilleur ami.

“Thank you?”

“I’ve been thinking really hard about this one, so tell me what you think,” Sirius slowed down so we were within earshot of the boys behind us. He cleared his throat, evidently about to make a grand gesture. “Brother-fucker.” He said proudly, bowing elaborately as he continued to walk.

The boys behind us stopped (one of them anyway), Remus nearly choked on the chocolate frog he was shoving in his mouth, and I was trying to decide whether or not to laugh or punch him in the mouth. Sirius was doubled over laughing, and after a moment, I realized he meant nothing cruel by the name.

I sighed, and laughed a little, trying to steal a glance at Regulus, but didn’t dare to turn around entirely. We continued walking, and it seemed as though Evan and Barty were none the wise to what had just been said. I threw an arm around Remus’ shoulder and glared at Sirius.

“Hey, Moony?”

“No!” Sirius tried to protest, horrified.

“Sirius has a secret kink I think you should know about!”

“No!” Sirius continued to protest, trying to get in between Remus and I. It was clear Remus knew what I was doing and, thankfully, he was on board with it.

“Oh is that right? Do tell! And please don’t spare any details!”

I heard Regulus snort behind me. An overwhelming feeling of relief washed over me. I knew it would still take time for Sirius to come to terms with me and his brother, and eventually we would have to tell the others, but that was a worry for another day. Sirius had taken it surprisingly well, and he was the biggest worry.

As we entered the great all, the Slytherin boys veered off to the left, and I was finally able to steal a glance at Reggie, who looked incredibly happy as he winked at me, exaggerating a stretch which showed off a small, red and purple bruise on the side of neck. My entire body felt flooded for the 100th time today- I had completely forgotten to hide that! He smiled at me again, pulled a curl down to hide the mark and walked with his head high, proud and poised.

I could see past it though, the image of him this morning looking like a sex-ravished God still burned in my mind-

“Hello?! Earth to brother-fucker? You’re drooling!”

I dragged my attention away from Regulus and back to his brother, who followed my line of sight and pretended to gag.

“Disgusting.”

“Moony!”

“No!”

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p i a n o | m a n

Everyone was going to be spending Christmas weekend at Y/N's apartment (James, Lily, Remus, Sirius, Marline, Mary and Regulus). Regulus Black arrived a day early to give Y/N her Christmas present ahead of time, but he doesn't know that yet.

Warnings and such: None? Established "relationship" between fem!reader and Reggie, Super fluffy, brief thought of Walburga Black and Regulus’ life at home. Cute! Regulus! Rushed ending

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Regulus would never admit that he loved to play the piano- he always acted as though he can’t, won’t, or that the act of playing might cause him physical harm (all jokes aside). But I’ve heard him play, and he knows I have. I adore the sound! I deemed that he was going to play the piano for me, and that was going to be my Christmas present- he just didn’t know it yet!

Everyone was going to be at my house late on Christmas morning, but Regulus was going to be here Christmas Eve. I thought it best not to ask how he pulled that one past his parents, but I was glad. He needed to spend as much time out of that horrible place as possible. He was due any minute, and the excitement that filled me was fueled by butter beer and the intoxicating Christmas music that filled my small apartment. We would all be on top of each other this weekend, but no one seemed to mind it.

*Knock* *Knock*

I ran to the door, whipping it open and smiled happily at the boy in the hallway.

“Merry Christmas, Reggie!” He chuckled, stepping inside and turning down the record player that sat on a table in the entranceway.

“Merry almost Christmas, Y/N.” He stepped forward, kissing my cheek.

“Come on, let me show you around! I can’t have you getting lost while you’re here!”

I grabbed his hand, not even thinking about it, but Regulus didn’t pull away. He let me drag guide him through the apartment. There wasn’t much to see, and without magic, there’s no way 8 of us would be able to stay here comfortably, but it was cozy and homely- something everyone needed a lot of lately.

We finished the tour and were standing in the kitchen/living room- I was trying my best to figure out exactly how I wanted to tell Reggie about the piano I had “hidden” just a few feet in front of him. Concealment charms were my favorite!

“So, remind me again; how did you end up being the one hosting us all?” Regulus smirked over his glass of warm butterbeer.

“I volunteered, of course! Why, are you jealous?”

“Absolutely not!” He laughed. It was such a beautiful sound. “But you can’t trick me here into playing the piano for you.”

“How the fuck did you know that?!”

He rolled his eyes, pulling his wand out and pointing it directly at the piano. A moment passed and it appeared, as if out of thin air.

“Like I said, not going to happen!”

“Reggie!” I whined, setting down my cup and wrapping my arms lazily around his waist. “Please, please, please-”

“No.”

“One song! Then I’ll put it away!”

“Nope.”

“I won’t tell anyone!”

“Sorry, love.”

“For meeee?” He stiffened, swallowing hard. I watched his lip twitch, and I knew he was thinking- and close to caving in. “I love listening to you play, Reggie. I won’t ask again, I promise.” At least, not again this weekend!

He sighed loudly, throwing his head back and pretended to be deeply annoyed.

“One song. ONE!”

I shirked with excitement, throwing my arms around his neck.

“Get off,” he laughed. “Any requests?”

I ran around the kitchen counter and plopped down on the couch, unable to contain my excitement.

“The longest song you know!”

I watched him take a seat, trying to shake the nerves out of his fingers. He tapped a few keys, then ran a hand through his curls. I took a moment to admire him, and, for the first time tonight, noticed that he was dressed in muggle clothes! Black jeans and black jacket, both were a little big on him but wow- he looked good! I almost wondered if they belonged to Sirius...

He thought for another moment before he began to play. The sound was just as beautiful as I imagined, even more so actually! I watched him without blinking, too afraid that if I did, it would be over. He played with his eyes closed a lot, his fingers moving skillfully and precisely, like he had been doing this his entire life. I couldn’t help but smile. Eventually, the music stopped, and he sat in silence for a moment. I watched him take a few deep breaths, like he had played without breathing.

I couldn’t contain my excitement, and not knowing what you were supposed to do when someone finished playing the piano, I began to clap. Regulus looked at me and laughed. My heart sank a little as he stood and joined me on the couch. I knew the moment was over.

“Total shit.” He sighed, his head thrown back on the couch, his hand resting on my thigh.

“Are you insane! That was beautiful!” He shook his head but I could see a slight color appearing behind the freckles on his cheeks. I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed. “Beautiful.”

...

Regulus had gone to bed hours ago, and there was no evidence to say he was awake behind the closed door. We had a great night, and I should be tired, exhausted even, but I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about Regulus playing the piano. I allowed my mind to wonder as I tip-toed into the living room. Was playing really that bad? Surely it couldn’t be, but growing up with Walburga Black? Maybe it was something that once brought him joy, but he felt too much pressure to enjoy it anymore?

The moon lit the entire living room, most of the apartment actually- as I sat at the bench that both of us had failed to make it disappear again after dinner, though I’m sure it will be gone before I wake up in the morning. My fingers grazed the keys, trying to remember Regulus as he played. I used to know how to play, a long, long time ago, but I didn’t dare try now. I wasn’t keen on waking Reg, especially to a horrid piano at 2am.

“If I didn’t know any better,” I jumped, turning to face the doorway behind me. Clad in sweatpants and a plain white t shirt, Regulus stood, arms crossed, leaning on the wall. “I’d say you were about to play that thing.”

“Yeah, right!” My eyes followed him as he walked towards me, taking a seat and rubbing his hands on his knees.

“Let’s see then?”

“Absolutely not! I haven’t played since I was...I don’t know, 12?”

He sighed, placing his fingers on the keys in front of him, and began to play softly. I watched him intently. This time, he played much softer, quieter, and slower. My own hand hovered over a set of keys, trying to remember how to play. Regulus noticed and smiled. I rolled my eyes and began to play with very little enthusiasm. We played for a moment, but I failed to remember anything beyond the first few keys. My hands fell to my lap and I watched him play.

Everything about this moment was so peaceful. I thought he would stop after the first song, but he immediately began to play another, the transition was seamless. I rested my head on his shoulder, just as I had done earlier, and listened to him play.

Soon, my eyes grew heavy and Regulus stopped playing.

“Merry Christmas,” he mumbled against my head before kissing my hair.

“Please don’t stop.” I yawned, eyes closed.

“Come on, we have to get up in a few hours.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes...”

“Why don’t you like playing?”

“It stops being fun when you’re always told you’re not good enough...” I didn’t expect him to answer, let alone give a real answer. I didn’t have time to respond. He stood, holding out his hand for me “Want me to tuck you in?”

“I’m not 5,” I laughed, deciding not to push for any more answers.

“Fine,” He turned and walked back towards his room. “Good night.”

I scrambled to my feet and chased after him, my arms wrapping tightly around his waist before be reached his door.

“Yes?” I could hear the smirk in his voice. I pulled him back a few steps and pushed him gently into my room. “Have you lost your voice?”

“Come on, Mr. Piano Man.”

He laughed as we climbed into bed. This wasn’t a new routine, but there was something different about it this time, perhaps because we weren’t in school? Perhaps because we were completely alone...

“Reggie-” I whispered, though I thought I had already fallen asleep. His name passing over my lips was a surprise, even to me.

“Go to sleep, love. Maybe I’ll play before everyone gets here- MAYBE.”

I turned over quickly, desperate to fall asleep just so morning would come. Regulus laughed. It was such a beautiful sound. He wrapped an arm around my hips, pulling me back to him so our bodies were pressed together. Bold, Regulus Black!

"Merry Christmas.”

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i | s a i d | i m | f i n e

Sirius says he's fine, but showed up to the Potters on Christmas Eve barely alive. Something about that doesn't seem "fine" to anyone! After locking himself in his room for 3 days, y/n takes matters into her own hands.

warnings and such: mentions of abuse, sleep deprivation, angst, swearing, sad! and scared! Sirius

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James Potter was a rather loud person, the life of the party, he could light up a room just by walking in, he was sunshine on a cloudy day- all the clichés that make him a lovable person- but his inability to whisper at 2 am? He might not make it to breakfast alive!

"Padfoot, come on! Open the door, please!"

"James!" I hissed through gritted teeth, poking my head out of my own bedroom door at the end of the hallway. "If you wake me up one more night this week-"

"Y/n, he's obviously not fine! He just needs to talk to someone! I know if he just-"

"Don't you dare say anything about him opening that door!"

James opened and closed his mouth a few times, clearly trying to decide whether or not it was worth arguing with me about it. He finally groaned in defeat, running a hand through his already unkempt hair.

"Will you try? Sirius loves you, maybe he'll listen to you?"

"Prongs, he loves you too, but he needs space. And time. And sleep!"

James laughed nervously, avoiding eye contact with me for a moment.

"Please?"

I sighed, reserved to loose sleep for the rest of my life if I didn't try to talk to Sirius. I nodded, but told James he had to go back to bed. He went, reluctantly.

You should have just gone back to sleep Y/N, honestly. How you manage to get yourself into every possible situation-

*knock* *knock*

"Alohamora," I whispered, hearing the lock click before pushing open the door, closing it quickly behind me. Obviously James hadn't tried that yet!

"Prongs, for fucks sake, I told you I'm f-" Sirius spun around, ready to rip my throat out of I really had been James. "Oh, hello!"

I held my hands up in defense

"Where's James?"

"He went to the bathroom," i lied, though it seemed innocent enough, "I'm hiding in here before he comes to bother me next!"

"Y/n, I've told you guys i'm fine! I don't need a damn babysitter! You can leave!"

"Yeah, I know you're fine. You've told us about 100 times..."

"Yes! Thank you! Now will you please go tell James that before he-" I could feel Sirius watching me as I walked further into the room, pulling back the covers on bed and crawling in.

"No, no. Go tell James."

"I'll tell him in the morning, Pads, I promise, but please don't make me leave! He's been keeping me up allllll night and i'm so tired!" That one wasn't a lie.

Sirius groaned and grumbled, looking at me with a heavy sign before throwing his own hands up in surrender.

"I hate all of you. And you're in my spot."

I rolled my eyes, but much to my dismay he was literally trying to 'shoo' me out of the spot in bed.

I laid on my back, arms stretched out to the side, trying to make myself comfortable. I had my eyes closed and didn't see Sirius crawling in to bed beside me, though I felt him move around quite excessively. He kept kicking my shin and I was just about to yell at him when-

The groan was caught in my throat, squeezing it's way out under the weight pressing down on top of me. My eyes snapped open and I was met with a mess of soft black hair, Sirius' arms wrapping around me as he tried to make himself comfortable. He finally settled with a 'huff'

I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help smiling to myself. I hugged him back, playing with the ends of his hair and decided that if this is what he needed, i'd be happy to give it to him. I must admit, this was nice.

"I told you guys, I'll fine." he repeated

"I know."

Sirius lay still and quiet for quite some time, his breathing got heavier and my own eyes began to succumb to the promise of sleep until-

"Y/n?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm not fine," Sirius croaked out, his grip on me becoming impossibly tight as he buried his face in the crook of my neck.

I suppressed a gasp as I tried to comfort him, still a bit shocked and unable to move. One hand cradled his head, the other rubbed up and down his back, trying to still his breathing. I soon felt warm tears littering my skin, and could have sworn a felt my own heart break.

"I got you, love, it's okay." I kissed the top of his head

"I hate her!" he sobbed

I knew he was talking about Walburga. I had only met her once and even I hated her! I hadn't met anyone who had a single decent thing to say about her. Any mother who would do what she did to her sons deserved to meet dementors, face to face.

"I'm sorry.."

"It's all my fault" he sobbed

"Sirius, nothing is your fault!"

"I should have stayed,"

"You would have died-"

"What if she kills him?!"

Regulus.

"Look at me,"

I shoved Sirius off of me just enough to slide down the bed, laying face to face with him. His arms immediately wound around me again, gripping tightly to the back of my t shirt. I held his head in both hands, tipping his chin up to look at me, and carefully wiped the tears from his cheeks. I kissed his forehead, his nose, and the cheek that wasn't pressed to the pillow. He sighed, and I wiped more tears from his face.

"Sirius, listen to me." His eyes were closed as he tried to steady his breathing but he nodded, acknowledging me as I spoke.

"You've spent your entire life protecting everyone else, including your brother. Not once have you expected anything in return. You're the most selfless person I've ever met! You left that house because you had no choice. If you stayed, you would have died. Then what?!"

"What if she kills him because I'm not there?" he began to cry again, and I resumed kissing his face.

"Do you know that James would do anything for you? That Moony would do anything for you? That Peter would do anything for us? That I would do anything for any of you?"

"What's the point?"

"Do you trust us?"

"What-"

"Yes? or No?"

"Yes.."

"Sirius, if your brother wants out of that house, if he needs to get out of that house- we will get him out. No questions asked. We would do it for you. For both of you. THAT is what family is for."

He was quiet for a minute, as if thinking this over

"Will you check on him?"

"Everyday!"

"Promise?" he sniffled, holding a bony pinky finger in front of my face.

"I promise."

This seemed to satisfy Sirius. I intended to make good on that promise, and check on Regulus everyday at school. He and I had been getting alone well and becoming closer, but I don't think Sirius understood to what extent that was.

Either way, I knew with full confidence that Regulus Black was not going to die at the hands of his mother.

Sirius and I stayed quiet for a while, the feeling of sleep crept up on me again, an overwhelming wave of exhaustion spilling into my body-

*knock* *knock*

"Y/n? Sirius?"

"James, I'm going to chop off your fingers."

"Woah, woah! Why so hostile y/n/n?"

"Moony?!"

"We just wanted to check on you guys, but at the risk of dying or loosing extremities, we can chat in the morning!"

The boys back out slowly, laughing as they did, and closed the door behind themselves.

"Fine." I groaned, sinking lower in the bed, pulling the covers high over my head, resting with a thud on Sirius' stomach.

"Oi, you alright?"

"I said I'm fine!" That came out a bit harsher than I intended, but it was an excellent impression of Sirius from earlier in the night!

Sirius stilled for a moment before he began to laugh. I couldn't help but join in.

After all, he really was fine!

#sirius black #sirius #sirius being sirius #ancient and most noble house of black #james potter #remus lupin #y/n #sirius black x reader #marauders #marauders era #angst #comfort #best friends #sirius deserved better #moony #wormtail #padfoot #prongs #walburga's a+ parenting

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ijustwantogohomehogwarts · 10 months

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Regulus has a nightmare after falling asleep, waiting for you to finish your homework.

warnings and such: nightmare, warburga black but no details, implied panic/anxiety, kinda rushed ending because it's late and i'm falling asleep soooo

side note: i have 31 saved drafts- most of them for other characters, all of them better than the ones i'm spontaneously writing. i'll eventually post different ones/better ones after i get over the anxiety of letting people read what i write :( (and decide how i want to format these)

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"Mon amour, I'll finish it for you in the morning. Please come lay down with me."

"Just a few more minutes, Reggie. I'm almost done!"

He groaned into the pillow as he rolled over. I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. Never in my life would I have expected to see Regulus Black pout.

1:20 am

I sighed as I looked at the clock; I can't believe that was nearly two hours ago! I turned around to look at Regulus, the feeling of guilt washed over me as I saw him, fast sleep. I thought about leaving, not wanting to risk waking him at this hour, but the sound of heavy rain pelting against the windows, the soft snores coming from the boy curled up tightly in his bed- it was hard to resist.

I stood up and stretched, packing my things into my bag, and tidying up the mess I had made of the desk. I heard a low groan from behind me, and cursed at myself, thinking I had in-fact woken Regulus, but when I turned to look at him, I saw no signs.

His hair was a mess atop his head, dark brown curls falling every which way over his face and the pillow below him. His back rose and fell slightly with each breath, nose scrunching and eyebrows knitted. He looked so comfortable, the idea of crawling into bed with him sounded more and more inviting as I watched him sleep. He looked so-

I took a step closer, watching him for another moment. As the sky lit up, reflecting on the water outside the windows I could see him: sweat glistening on his forehead and shoulders, every few breaths was met with a low grunt or disheveled moan, and his fingers gripped tightly to the bed sheets beside him.

"Reg?" His whole body stiffened and twitched quickly, before he stilled and settled again.

I crossed the room quickly, kneeling beside himnand shaking his shoulders gently.

"Regulus? Sweetheart, wake up!"

He jolted awake with a gasp, trying to catch his breath as he looked around the room.

"It's okay, you're okay," I tucked stings of hair behind his ear, before continuing to rub his back, trying to help him relax. He looked at me for a moment, blinking heavily as if trying to bid goodbye to the restless sleep, and focus on what was in front of him.

"Y/n..." he sighed, rolling onto his back. One hand covered his eyes, the other held my hand against his chest. His heartbeat was rapid and unsteady, his fingers shaky as they gripped my own.

"M sorry," he groaned, not opening his eyes. I lifted his hand off his chest, bringing his knuckles to my lips and kissing each of them softly. He sighed, his voice still shaky. He took a few more deep breaths before looking down at me.

"It was just a dream, Reggie."

He nodded.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"No...just my mother...nothing important."

I didn't dare push. We sat quietly for a moment,

"Budge up then, sweaty boy!" He smiled, scotching over and making room in the bed.

I settled down on his chest, ear placed on his still fast beating heart. I draped a leg across his hip, the lower half of our bodies becoming a tangled mess of limbs. I left my fingers wander, through his hair, across his cheeks, down his neck, across his shoulders. I gave gentle squeezes across his arms before my hand came to rest in the center of his chest, my middle finger still drawing small circles around the freckles i knew by heart. Regulus groaned and sighed, placing kisses atop my head as I tried to rid his body of his nightmare.

"Êtes-vous...OK?"

"Oui, I'm okay. Bonne nuit, ma chérie."

"Good night, Reggie."

I yawned, the now calm rhythm of his heartbeat lulling me to sleep.

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ijustwantogohomehogwarts · 10 months

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f i r s t | k i s s

Regulus gets teased for never having his first kiss, so his best friend helps him out , and breaks a few school rules along the way

warning and such: sort of angst, pretty fluffy, ass!hole!bartycrouchjr, not proofread idk

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"Bloody hell, Regulus! Tell me you're joking!" Barty looked at Regulus before doubling over with laughter, his cup of fire whiskey spilling all over the floor.

A decent number of people in the common room stopped at looked at the group of boys sitting around the fire before returning to the party. I could see from the other size of the room, the clenching of Regulus' jaw, his eyes scanning the room quietly, pausing on me for a moment before dropping his head and continuing to peeling the label off his bottle of mead.

Whatever was said was clearly intended as a joke, but the situation seemed to escalate. Barty quickly stopped laughing and tried to buddy up to the boy sitting next to him. A few younger girls even started flocking around, trying to get much too close for comfort to the boy. It didn't work, rather it seemed to make the situation much worse. Regulus set his bottle down and trudged up the stairs towards the boys dormitory, throwing a middle finger up behind his head at Barty who was begging him to stay and "lighten up" Even Evan was giving Barty shit for what just happened.

I couldn't help but watch the situation, feeling sorry for Regulus and butter at Barty, even though I have no idea what I just witnessed. I excused myself from conversation and made my way towards the staircase, only to be stopped by Evan.

"Leave him be, trust me."

"What the fuck was that all about?"

Evan opened his mouth and closed it again, looking around the room before grabbing my hand and leading me to the quietest corner.

"We we're just trying to have some fun, honest. But you know Barty...always takes shit a little too far."

"Evan?!"

"Regulus has never had his first kiss."

"What?!"

"Barty wanted him to 'take his pick' of the girls," he gestured to the girls who were now throwing themselves all over the remaining boys "but you know Reg..."

"That's disgusting!" My eyes met Barry's and his smile dropped once again. He knew he messed up, alcohol induced or not.

"Look, please don't tell him I told you...I'm sure he's-"

There was a loud, tell tale *crack* of apparition from upstairs before Evan and I looked at each other.

"Gone." we said in unison.

The next few days were tense, Barty tried to apologize to Regulus when he returned but was met with silence. The tension could be felt when they walked into the room, and poor Evan was caught in the middle of it.

"If you ask me, he's just being a twit about it! Just kiss someone and get it over with, eh?" Barty joked, throwing an arm over my shoulders at Lunch later that week.

"You're a pig, Crouch!" I threw his arm off of me, shuttering at the feeling.

"Oh come on, babe! Not you too! Don't be a prude, give us a kiss, yeah?!"

I tried to shove him off, but he had the upper hand. Before I knew it, he squealed like an actual pig, voice gone and hands shrinking drastically. I looked over at Sirius and Remus, who waved, wands still in hand.

"Thank you," I mouthed before getting up and going to join them.

"You okay?" Remus asked, handing me a piece of chocolate.

"All thanks to my knights in shinning armor!"

"What was that all about anyway?"

"Umm,"

We watched at the Slytherin table, McGonagall was coming over to undo the spells. A few students had told her what happened, and she promptly ushered him out of the great hall, dragging him by his ear. They passed Regulus in the doorway, who looked just as confused as everyone else. His eyes scanned the room again, giving a sheepish nod in my direction, though I think it was intended for his brother. He collected Evan and they walked out.

"Don't worry about it. Listen, can you guys help me with something?"

...

I felt confident with the spell after only a few days. Remus and Sirius had already had one in place, and we agreed on the 'don't ask, don't tell' mantra. Now, all that was left to do was put the plan into play.

"Hey, Pandora,"

"Oh, hello y/n. Would you like to sit and have dinner with us? I'm sorry to hear about Barty, what an awful young man!"

"Hopefully we got that taken care of! I actually have something I have to go take care of, but I was wondering if you could pass along a note for me?"

"Of course, love! Who should I give this too?"

"Regulus...please."

"Will he know what to do with it?"

"Yes. Thank you, Pandora!"

"Anytime!"

Merlin, I love her!

I made my way towards the Astronomy tower and waited. Impressively, I wasn't nervous or anxious. I figured this could only go one way, but even if it ended badly, it wouldn't actually be bad. My thoughts were interrupted by footsteps on the stairs behind me.

"You know, there are much closer places to talk!"

"Ahh, but this is half the fun, isn't it Reggie!"

"What...what fun?"

"Where's your favorite place in the whole world?" He shrugged. "Come on, it's not a trick question"

"New York City- Central Park but only when it's-"

I held out my hand, wand in the other and smiled at him.

"You're taking the piss out of me, aren't you?"

"We'll be gone 5 minutes."

"You've gone mental!"

"Don't you trust me?"

He groaned, taking my hand and holding his breath. In the blink of an eye we landed, dead center of Central Park. The street lights were just coming on, and there were hardly any people around.

"What are you playing at? We can't apparate and disapparate at school, how did you even-"

I grabbed his hand, working my fingers in between his. He looked around cautiously. PDA was still something he highly detested, and affection still made him nervous.

"Reggie, I know what Barty said to you, during the last Slytherin party..."

"Oh, for fucks sake! I don't want to talk about it!"

He tried to leave, but I pulled him back. I pulled my wand out and pointed it at the light we stood under. It flickered before a small cloud formed and it because to rain.

"What are you playing at?"

"I wanted to give you the option. Of course you can say no, but if you..wanted..your..first..kiss.. to be with someone who loves you- unconditionally..."

I could see a beautiful color wash over his cheeks behind his hair which beginning to flatted in the rain. He shyly put his hands on my waist and looked up at me, somewhere between asking for permission and what to do next.

"You really did all of this? For me?"

"Of course I did!" My hands now resting on either side of his face.

"And this won't change anything between us?"

I smiled and shook my head. I watched Reg take a deep breath, hold tightly to my back and then-

It was soft, and sweet. We pulled away slowly, and he let his lips linger for a moment. First kiss and already a tease?! Bloody hell! I feel sorry for the girl who falls in love with him!

"Sorry," he chuckled. I put a hand on the back of his neck, encouraging him to keep his head down, our foreheads pressed together. "Can I- can we umm"

"Yeah!" I smiled, pulling him in for another kiss.

The second one was just as sweet, just a little longer and with more meaning behind it.

What are friends for?

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Sirius has just left home, and regulus isn't handling it well. He and hufflepuff!reader are still developing their friendship, but he comes to her in his time if need

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- sx is mentioned in passing , not proofread, written at 3am

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Regulus has always just “blended in.” He wouldn’t dare be caught at the center of attention; even being in the foreground was pushing his limits of comfortability. He and Sirius couldn’t be more opposite, but that was the only comparison I would ever make between the two Blacks.

It wasn’t a secret that the most noble and ancient house of black was nothing shy of cruel and torturous, and the boys dealt with it on polar opposite ends of the spectrum. I have the privilege of knowing them both for who they are, I know first hand that they couldn’t be any more different, and yet still so similar.

I would like to say that I have gotten “somewhere” with Regulus. The boy who once wouldn’t make eye contact or hold a conversation, will now sit down and study with me. He can manage small talk during meals, and I’ve even seen him laugh when we’re alone. I’ve grown fond of him, but I know better than to push.

So I’m content to exist and let him seek me out. I tell myself that being there, should he need a buffer between him and himself, I’d be happy to play the part.

…

Regulus had seemed quiet, more on edge the last few days than I had ever seen him. Rumors spread, and I knew first hand, that Sirius had left home, with no intention of returning. I couldn’t imagine being in the same house, alone, with Walburga and Orion Black. I had met them only once, and that was more than enough to last me in this lifetime and next! Regulus tried to assure everyone who pushed on the subject that he was “fine” and wouldn’t let the conversation continue beyond that.

I saw right through his charade and knew that he was in fact much less than ‘fine,’ probably the furthest from it, but again, I bit my tongue and tried not to push. I didn’t want to feel as though I was walking on eggshells around him, that he was so fragile he could break with one wrong look, but it was impossible to continue life as if it was “just another day.”

To compensate, I made more of an effort to keep Regulus from being alone. I stayed up later to study in the common room. I got up earlier. I made excuses to pass him in the hallways when I knew he would be wondering about the castle. Anything I could think of, so long as it didn’t border on stalking. I had never been more relieved that I didn’t need much sleep to function, and I did the same for Sirius, of course I did, but I worried about him less. His friends were far more open about being supportive and available.

It was Sunday, and we only had a few more days before break started and we would be gone for a week. I heard soft knocking on my door, so soft I almost thought I had dreamt it. But it continued, never amplifying. I peered at the clock on the table beside me, it was barely 6am. I stretched, throwing the covers off to the side and stumbled across the cold floor. I opened my door, squinting at the light that poured through the big windows. There, a few feet down the hall and turning back to face my door, was Regulus.

He was dressed down, a white t-shirt, sweatpants and black socks. For a boy who didn’t wear anything that wasn’t tailored before I met him, I would call this progress. His curls were hanging loosely in front of his face, his eyes were red and puffy, and his whole body showed evidence of his lack of sleep. He tried to smile as he crept slowly back towards my door.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I was already awake,” I smiled, trying to hide a yawn. I pushed my door open further, inviting him in. “Allez, parle-moi.”

Regulus didn’t say anything about my speaking French, though it was normally something that would excite him. I sat on the edge of my unmade bed and watched as he nervously looked around, scratching the back of his arm. This wasn’t the first time he’s been in here, the first time we’ve been alone together, or the first time he’s come to me at odd hours, but there was definitely something going on in that beautiful mind of his.

“Regulus, are-”

“You don’t have to call me that,” He sighed.

“I’ll call you anything you want me to call you, love. Reg? Reggie?”

He smiled at ‘Reggie,” nodding quietly, but the excitement seemed to fade just as quickly as it appeared, and I could see tears brimming in his eyes. I grabbed his arm and pulled him down to sit on the bed beside me, my arm staying on the small of his back, his head resting, reluctantly at first, on my shoulder.

“I know what you’re doing,” he started, trying to collect himself as he spoke. “I see you everywhere I go.”

“Reggie, I’m sorry. I just-”

“Thank you.” He sobbed.

I didn’t know whether to feel pride or guilt, so I settled on sympathy. I don’t know how long this had been brewing inside of him, perhaps a few days, perhaps since the night Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor. However long, I was content to sit and comfort him for twice as long. I didn’t press, I just let him let it out.

Eventually, he stopped and tried to compose himself, rubbing his cheeks quickly and sniffling a few more times.

“Do you mind if I use your bathroom?”

“Of course not,”

I gestured to the door at the other end of the room, and watched as he disappeared behind it. I could hear the tap running and took a minute to wave my wand around the room, tidying up and making the bed.

I was pulling a jumper on as he reemerged.

“I should go. Y/n, I’m sorry again I shouldn’t-”

“Come here,” I smiled, climbing up to the head of my bed, leaving plenty of room for company. I didn’t know what to expect from Reggie, I’ve never known him to be intimate, or otherwise share a bed with anyone before. Why should I be any different?

“I don’t want to take up any more of your time-”

“I’m not asking you to have sex with me Reggie,” I chuckled, patting the bed beside me. “Come sit, let’s talk.”

He hesitated, but sat anyway.

We talked. We talked about school, Reggie's favorite classes, the potions and charms he was working on outside of class. We talked about Barty and Evan and the nonsense they get themselves into.... This was the most I had ever heard him talk, more than all the other times in the last 3 years combined, and so, rather quickly, we ran out of things to talk about, without talking about the elephant in the room.

“How is he?” Reg eventually asked, playing with a loose thread on my pillowcase. He was laying on his stomach beside me.

“He’s surviving. Having a go around with James on the daily.” Reg chuckled. “He’s safe, Reggie. He’s worried about you though, he feels guilty for ‘leaving you behind.’”

I watched as the smile dropped from his lips and he buried his face in the pillow, trying to hide the tears that began to fall again. I scooched down next to him, draping an arm over his hips as I began to rub his back again.

“Can you hear me?” He nodded, but didn’t look up.

“Reggie, no one should have to endure what you and Sirius had to. There’s no love in that house. No hope, no admiration, no family. It was only ever you and your brother, and I can’t imagine what it’s like now that he’s gone, but you need to understand that what happened, it’s not your fault!”

He turned his head, arms still tucked under himself, curls covering his face. I rubbed his knuckles, pulling his arm from his chest and putting it behind my back. His breathing hitched, nerves and unease settling in his body. My fingers danced up his bare arm and across his shoulder. I smiled at him, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, letting my fingers linger in his curls a moment longer than necessary. He closed his eyes again, sighing heavily as he relaxed into my touch.

I repeated the motion, tucking strand after strand of hair behind his ear, until all the pieces were nestled back into place. My fingers trailed back down his shoulders and to his arm, my nails dragging the skin causing goosebumps at the gentle touch. Regulus smiled, but didn’t open his eyes. He felt for my hand and returned it to his head.

I carded my fingers through his curls, scratching lightly at the back of his head and repeating affirmations with every pass.

“You are strong.”

“You are brave.”

“You are smart.”

“You are loved” Regulus shuttered.

“You are loyal.”

“You are kind.”

“You are careful.”

“You are loved.” Regulus shuttered again, gripping the fabric of my jumper tightly.

“You are gentle.”

“You are confident.”

“You are safe.”

“You are loved.”

I repeated this, over and over again, each time the word love was mentioned, Regulus pulled himself closer to me. I couldn’t tell if it was embarrassment, or if he was trying to hide himself from the word, as if the word itself was cursed.

Eventually, the shuttering was replaced with heavy breathing, and I resolved to believe that Reg was asleep. I sighed happily to myself, content that he felt at peace, safe enough to sleep. The feeling was overwhelming, and I too found myself beginning to nod off, still tugging lightly on his hair as he slept.

When I woke, Reg was still asleep, though his death grip on my jumper was gone, his cold fingers lay delicately on the bare skin of my stomach, his head on my chest. I stirred quietly, trying not to wake him. I kissed the top of his head, smiling at the realization that, despite knowing he most definitely had been awake at some point, he stayed.

I glanced at the clock and laughed to myself; we had slept for nearly 10 hours. Dinner would be starting soon, and the common room outside was coming to life. (Rather, it had been alive for hours now, but this was the first I was hearing of it.) I reached for my wand, drawing the blinds slightly, silenced the world outside my door, and summoned my book.

I read for about an hour before the boy beside me stated to come to life. He gripped me tightly as he stretched. I kissed his head again, and smiled as he groaned contently.

“Wait a minute,”

“Hmm?” Regulus let go of me entirely and quickly, looking up at me as his hair began to fall in his face again.

“How did you get in here this morning?!”

He looked at me, nervous for a moment, before we both dissolved into a fit of laughter.

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