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Doing Battle

Responding to this ask: Hi I'm wondering if I could request a sirius x reader but grumpy x sunshine BUT reader happens to be the grumpy one and sirius keeps trying to ask her out and gets rejected but it isn’t like “playing hard to get” but “hard to woo” if that makes sense but eventually the grumpy reader embraces the sunshine

A/n: So this kind of took on a life of its own, but I hope you like it. I did my best to keep the characterization in check whilst adhering the grumpy/sunshine trope. Like I said originally this is one of my favorite pairings so write so thank you so much for requesting!! (Side note! I changed my blog name/theme so I hope y'all can still find me, I was formerly Readitandshmeep)

Kisses -El

Warnings: Embarrassment, Drinking, that's all

Word count: 2205

Pairing: Sunshine!Sirius Black x Grumpy!Reader, Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Doing Battle

You weren’t hiding.

You were… finding your peace of mind, that’s all.

Peace of mind was hard to come by these days, ever since Sirius Black had made you the object of his affection.

About two months ago he had decided that he wanted you, and by god was he going to have you. You had no clue where it started, and you could only hope that it was going to end soon.

The particular act that had driven you out onto the back porch of the Potter's house was beyond anything you’d ever experienced with Black.

James, still unretired from his party boy persona that had ruled Gryffindor tower during his time at Hogwarts, had decided to throw a ‘small’ party. Just a little get together with his closest friends to commemorate their formative years.

Of course, everyone who was invited was welcome to bring whoever they wished. What a wonderful idea, make sure everyone is welcome, right? Cute

What had started as a little get together quickly escalated into a full blown rager with just about every graduate and upcoming seventh year you knew.

You hadn’t even planned on going originally, James had sent you an invite. One you were admittedly surprised to receive until you remembered that his relationship with Lily meant the world to him, and being her best friend of course you’d be invited.

When she’d called you you’d bet that she already knew you wouldn’t want to go.

“Look, it’s going to be sooo small, don’t even sweat it!” She said

“Yeah I won’t sweat it,” you’d replied, your tone even “because I’m not going.”

Lily sighed and you heard her bed sheets ruffle through the receiver as she flopped back onto her bed, “why not, you never get out anymore”

“The last party you dragged me to I got accosted in the stairwell”

“You didn’t get accosted!” She defended, “Fabian ran into you and yes, he spilled your drink, but I think you lived.”

“I hate them.” You resigned to guerilla war tactics.

“I don’t understand why though.” She whined.

“Because they were rowdy and awful and I don’t understand why Sirius insists on speaking to me!” You huffed. Lily just laughed at you, her windchime like giggle coming through the phone in clear high notes.

“He likes you, I don’t understand why you don’t see that” She says, “it’s an innocent crush, love”

“Yeah right, nothing about them is innocent…” Silence hung in the air for a few beats, “but, if you really want me to go..”

Lily’s squeal had you wincing as she bolted upright, “Thank you!! You won’t regret going, we’re going to have so much fun.”

“Yeah, I bet” You sighed.

That was how you ended up in the opulent living room of Potter manor, music blaring and people shouting. Your mood had gone from fair to spoiled and putrid within minutes of being there, especially since Lily had ditched to cozy up with James somewhere you didn’t have the stomach to look for.

“Good evening” A familiar voice invaded your ears and shivers ran up your spine causing your shoulders to stiffen.

You looked over your shoulder and there he was, in rare form tonight. Long black curls tousled and falling just around his neck, a tight pink floyd t-shirt paired with wide leg jeans. He looked good, you’d be blind to say otherwise, and my god did you wish you were blind.

Maybe if you were blind there wouldn’t be a flush crawling onto your cheeks at the sight of him. You could always blame it on the cup in your hand, maybe if the liquid were a little bit lower.

He took a seat on the couch next to you.

“What do you want, Black?”

He tilted his head a bit, smiling at you all too sweaty for your liking.

“Other than you? Not much” He shrugged.

You huffed, letting your head fall back against the couch. “Do you ever let up?” You said, staring daggers into the ceiling.

“Unfortunately not, Sunshine!” He leaned a little closer to you and you could smell his cologne, and oddly a lot less liquor than you’d expected.

“So, how is my favorite girl?” He flashed a smile at you when you looked his way

“You really wanna know?” You said, your head still against the back of the coach as you looked at him. He nodded, curls bouncing with him. “Awful”

His grin dropped into a mocking pout, “now why’s that?” You threw him and incredulous look, “Why do you think?”

Sirius sighed, dramatically looking around. “Oh I don’t know, maybe because you insist on being in a bad mood all the time?”

Your face hardens as you sit up, turning your body toward him. “Maybe I’m just in a bad mood around you? Ever think of that?”

“I think you like starting fights with me.” He says plainly, mirroring your body language.

“I think you like pissing me off.” You echo.

He just smiles at you then, leaning a little closer to you putting his face right next to yours. “What can I say, you’re cute when you’re mad.”

“You’re the worst,” You say, “You know, you might have had a chance with me. If you weren’t you”

“Weren’t me?” He echos, cocking his head almost like a puppy.

“Yes, if you weren’t so loud and obnoxious. If you weren’t such a player and a jackass” You say matter of factly.

He makes a little pouting noise at you, leaning back a little and taking your hands in his. “So that’s what you want, huh?” He pulls your hands to his chest and slides down onto his knees.

A few people turned to look at the two of you as he readied himself for another embarrassing display. You rolled your eyes, looking down at the boy knelt in front of you.

“Don’t” you say. He nods at you again, smiling up at you as. You shake your head fervently, a small smile creeping onto your own face. “No, Sirius”

He just keeps smiling and nodding until he opens his mouth, “I’ll be so good for you, if that’s what you want!! I will be so so good for you, darling!” He cries

For just a moment you keep your eyes locked on him before you look around and what felt like a million eyes met yours. Some of them were smiling, others laughing, some just looking on with awe.

“Best you’d ever had I promise!” He’s still staring up at you when you look back at him, but his smile fades when he realizes the small amusement behind your eyes has died.

You rip your hands out of Sirius’ as sprint out of the room, leaving him there knelt on the carpet calling after you.

You were furious, beyond furious. How could he embarrass you like that? Sure he’d been pursuing you but he’d never mortified you like that.

All the times he’d crossed a room to sit next to you, or ditched his friends to walk with you at the back of the group were now eclipsed by this one thing. Admittedly he’d been starting to dissolve the barrier you’d set between the two of you, carefully chipping at the stone walls.

When he’d knelt down you’d expected the pleas and whines, and for just a moment the thought had tugged at your heart stings. But you hadn’t expected him to turn it into a spectacle.

Hearing yourself say it now you can’t help but think about how silly that was, naive even. This was Sirius Black, everything he did had to be a spectacle.

You were no exception.

So here you were, not hiding out on the back porch of Potter manor waiting for Lily to find you so you could go home. You considered giving her an earful for even bringing you, but thought better of it. She’d just wanted you to get out for once, fair enough, she’d always been the better of the two of you. Sunshine incarnate with a trusting nature to match.

That’s why you worked, maybe that’s why subconsciously you’d thought about letting Sirius in. No he wasn’t exactly trusting, probably one of the most suspicious people you knew. Maybe sunshine incarnate was a little steep to describe his character, but he was hellbent on cheering you up.

You bit your tongue remembering the feeling that had bloomed in your chest when you saw him, all smiles and jokes when he came to you. You’d never let anyone see it of course, as far as they knew he was the bane of your existence.

But you could almost swear there was something in his eye that told you he knew, secretly somewhere in the head of his he knew you liked having him around. Sure, you could blame it on being wanted but that wasn’t entirely true.

No, unfortunately Sirius had wormed his way into your psyche… and perhaps your heart.

That was until now, when the thought of him only induced a blinding rage and near painful embarrassment in you.

You were brought out of your thoughts by slow, creeping footsteps creaking over the old wood flooring behind you. It could have been anyone, but your intuition had never failed you before.

“What do you want, Black?”

Your voice was colder than he’d ever heard it. Not that he could call any of your greetings toward him warm exactly, but this one was devoid of anything other than spite.

He said nothing, instead he slowly came to sit behind you, keeping a good distance and staring out across the gardens in front of you.

A silence settled into the air for a few moments that felt like several minutes before Sirius spoke.

“I shouldn’t have done that.”

That was all he said. No empty ‘I’m sorry’s or ‘please forgive me’s. Just an admission of guilt, part of you appreciated that. But the other part of you wanted more, so you let the silence coat the air again.

“Look, I know you don’t like me, or at least you pretend not to, but I don’t mean to embarrass you.” He says, turning to look at you.

You shoot him a harsh glare, the anger you’d felt rising once again in the back of your throat.

“What exactly did you think was going to happen when you got on your knees and screamed at the top of your lungs?” The words spit from your tongue like venom, maybe if they burned him just a little he’d see that his actions do have consequences.

Sirius just sighed and dropped his head into his hands, running his fingers through his hair. His sigh turned into to something like a groan.

“I don’t know, I don’t think when I’m around you” He says quietly.

“What’s that?” You say, incredulously.

He lifts his head and looks at you once more, his expression is exasperated and border line annoyed.

“I said; I don’t think much when i’m around you”

For a moment the two of you just stare at one another, until… you laugh. Not just laugh, not like the little chuckles you’d let out when someone would tell a good joke. A full bodied, honest to god cackle.

Sirius can’t help but smile watching you double over like a mad woman. He stared at you profile as you took a deep breath, a smile gracing your features.

“So that’s what that was?” You turn to look at him, taking in the soft smile and look of adoration he wears, “A lack of thought?”

“Yeah”

You hum, looking away from him. “I don’t hate you.” You say, still looking out over the garden, “I’ve tried but I think it’s impossible.”

It’s Sirius’s turn to laugh, not as hard as you but something little more than a scoff. “Trust me it’s not” He employs.

“I guess it is for me.” When you meet his gaze he’s no longer smiling, but that thing behind his eyes that reads like adoration is still there. Something you suppose everyone else could see but you up until now.

You don’t entirely understand what came over you next, but you do know that it was one of the best decisions you’d ever made.

You always said that sunny weather was not the default, that rain and sunshine operated in a battle for control. Either one winning or losing everyday. But in that moment when you leaned forward and kissed Sirius Black for the first time your world view shifted a little.

Perhaps it wasn’t about control after all. Maybe some days the storm clouds parted and dissipated to allow the sun to shine through to nourish the plants and heat the ground, so the children could play and the laundry on the line could dry. And perhaps other days the sun relented to the clouds, allowing them to water the earth and create cozy days where loved ones gathered together around warm fires.

Perhaps everything existed in a balance, perhaps that’s why opposites attract.

And perhaps that’s why that night on the porch was the first of many where you and Sirius chose one other over control.

#the marauders #harry potter #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #ask el #grumpy x sunshine #fem!reader #Sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black fanfiction

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EATING MY WORDS

I don’t know what I did to get on Rafe Cameron tumblr but that man is my whole dash. I’m not even an Obx fan…

#outer banks #el says #rafe cameron

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inthewindandinthewater · 4 months

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Aaaand new theme… and name. I’m going through something

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Sooo I'm having outer banks brain rot, but I'm also having some writers block sooooo if anyone has any ideas drop them in my request box :D

#outer banks #el says

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Hi i wondering if I could request a sirius x reader but grumpy x sunshine BUT reader happens to be the grumpy one and sirius keeps trying to ask her out and gets rejected but it isn’t like “playing hard to get” but “hard to woo” if that makes sense but eventually the grumpy reader embraces the sunshine

Omg first request, thank you so much!! I love this kind of relationship, it's genuinely my favorite to write so I'll be all over this. I'm having a little bit of marauders brain block rn (blame it on a weird obx fixation I'm having), but the moment I'm out of it you got it!

#el says #the maruaders #sirius black x reader #harry potter

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I have eaten an alarming number of dark chocolate mini Reece cups today, like well into the double digits.

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A Kiss, and Maybe Something More...

A/n: Hi! It's been a bit hasn't it? I've been a little busy with family gatherings and the holiday but happy New Year!!! This is just a little story with Remus, I've always had the idea in my head that Remus and baking just go together? I don't know, I kinda wanna write something where he's a GBB contestant, I just think it'd be so cute. Would y'all read that? anywho reader is painfully shy because.... she's me. I don't mean shy like cutesy shy, I mean like frozen in anxious fear of abandonment shy. I hope some of y'all can relate. Kisses - El

Summary: You intend to make bread, Remus intends for other things.

Warnings: a little steamy, reader gets their boundaries pushed a little but in a good, consensual way, reader is very very shy, not proof read.

A Kiss, and Maybe Something More…

“Okay, so that’s the dough finished. Now we just need to make the filling while it proves”

You’re whirling around the kitchen in a flurry trying to prepare the different elements for your babka. Baking had always been a hobby of yours, but after you met Remus it became a couples activity and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Remus helped where he could, often you got stuck in your own world mixing and kneading all while he watched. Not that he minded, he loved the look in your eye and the confidence of your movements, something about watching you do what you love with such practiced ease set his heart humming.

You breeze across the kitchen, barely moving your hip out of the way of the island on your way through. Going up on your tiptoes you reach up to one of higher shelves, your fingers just brushing the cinnamon before you feel a warmth against your back and a hand on your hip, effectively halting your movements.

Turning your head to side youre met with Remus’ profile as his larger hand brushes yours to side, grabbing the spice with an ease you could only dream of. He pulls the bottle down and hands it to you just as your eyes meet his and you're speechless. Before you can open your mouth to speak he leans down and pecks your lips before separating himself and walking to the opposite end of the kitchen to look over the recipe book.

It was little silent interactions like these that often left you frozen in place, waiting for the next beat. Remus on the other hand always seemed unaffected, likely because he was always the one to take initiative. He was the one doing the touching and the teasing and the flustering, it didn’t bother you, you had never been the kind of girl to be forward or overly affectionate. It didn’t come easy to you and you didn’t exactly have the practice he did; which, if you thought about it too much, made you sick.

It was this spiral of thoughts that led to a series of events so oddly out of character that your own boyfriend questioned the existence of bodysnatchers and fair folk. Timidly, with shaking hands and a racing heart that you tried to quell the only way you knew how, with more thinking, you made your way across the kitchen to him, all the while trying to convince yourself that you’re being ‘totally normal’.

When you reach him he’s still bent of the recipe, mumbling something under his breath that you don’t quiet understand. It takes you a moment to realize his muttering is in Welsh and you melt a little, he had a way of reverting back to his childhood tongue when he was really confused. You weren’t sure why but you found it so endearing, you didn’t understand a word but you liked to listen nonetheless.

That only cemented your decision to wrap your arms around his waist and tilt your head back to hook your chin over his shoulder. Almost instantly his mumbling ceased, a moment passed before he leaned back into your hold and rested his head against yours, “something wrong, cariad?” he says, his accent a little thicker than normal. You hum in response at first but decide against letting your shyness overtake you, “no, just wanted to hold you” you feel your cheeks start to burn at the admittance and almost start to chastise yourself for being so painfully shy.

Remus begins to turn in your hold and for a second you begin to doubt yourself, he had always said he found your shyness adorable. Did he like your reserved nature so much that this was too big a change? It seemed so simple just moments ago. But instead of pushing you away he simply wraps his arms around you and smiles down at you, “I wish you’d do more of it.” He says simple, relief floods you.

“I’ll try.” you say softly, struggling to find much of a voice under his gaze. He leans down and pecks your forehead before hooking a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him before kissing your lips once, twice, then a third longer, deeper time. Remus holds you close to him, as though you would pull yourself away at any moment and leave him forever. He knew he needed to be slow and steady with you, that you’d never been in a relationship or been involved with many guys at all but it was difficult when you were right there with your soft lips and sweet smile. Everything about you was so inviting, who would he be to refuse you.

“Please..” He mumbles against your lips, catching his breath for a moment “please do.” The giggle that breaks from you is so light that it makes one bubble out of his chest in time. It’s a sweet moment but a short one before his lips claim yours again and his hands travel up your body and to your cheeks, holding your face securely against his.

Your hands find purchase on his shoulders as his thread back through your hair, nails scratching lightly at your scalp. You sigh at the feeling, giving him the space to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring the sweet taste of the cream cheese filling you’d made prior. It makes you melt even further into him, letting your arms drape over his shoulder and your body go slack against his. He takes a step back to lean against the counter, pulling you along by waist.

You disconnect briefly, both of your chests heaving as he dips his head to mouth at the expense of your neck. You’d never gone past making out and this felt like another hurdle he was guiding you over in his own way. As he nipped at the skin of your jaw and ran his hands over your curves you felt your mind begin to slow, the rushing thoughts of doubt and inadequacy suddenly vacated and feelings of adoration took up residence.

Just as Remus’ hands slipped under the thick knit of your sweater and onto you flushed skin a shrill beeping invaded both of your senses. Remus winced at the harsh sound of the oven timer signifying that it was finished preheating. He sighed heavy against your neck and slowly lifted his head to look at you, “terrible timing” He says.

You gape at him, “It’s not my fault!” You say, “pardon me for trying to innocently bake some bread” you rib at him. “Ah, am I corrupting you?” he responds, cocking his head to the side with a cheaky little grin spread across his face. Suddenly you're once again very aware that his hands are still on your waist under your shirt, thumb rubbing circles into the skin. “I suppose I’ll go and let you bake in peace then.” He begins to withdraw, but he doesn’t get far before you’re pulling him back and pecking his lips, “you aren’t going anywhere until you finish what you started” you say matter of factly, “the bread can wait, I won’t.” Remus’ eyebrows nearly reach his hairline. “Where did my girl go?” he says fondly, shaking his head at you as his hands take their place under your sweater once again. You only smile up at him and shrug before pushing your finger through the short hairs at the nape of his neck. “I’d be happy to finish what I started” He says, kissing you once again

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #the maruaders #harry potter #no beta we die like half the characters in this gd fandom #oneshot #self insert #remus lupin x shy!reader

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I don’t know what I did to get on Rafe Cameron tumblr but that man is my whole dash. I’m not even an Obx fan…

#tumblr’s algorithm is insane #yall do write tf out of those fics though #el says

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A Plain of Stars (Chapter 4)

A/n: I told you chapter four would be along quicker! Last chapter flopped extremely, I hope I haven't lost you all.

Warnings: Light cursing, arranged marriages.

Summary: As the Christmas season falls over Hogwarts the Yule Ball is quickly approaching

Chapter Five (Coming Soon)

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Chapter 4

“Hey… Hey!” A hand waving directly in front of your face and the obviously put out voice of Evan Rosier snaps you out of the trance-like state you’d fallen into. “What the hell are you doing!?” He asks, exasperated. “What.. are you doing?” You retort intelligently, still far off in voice and even further off in thought. Evan throws himself back into his chair and sighs dramatically. “I was trying to ask you about the yule ball but you seem preoccupied, so I guess I’ll just shut up and wait for class to start in rapt silence.” He throws a glare that you’ve only seen Evan deliver so effectively, one laced with the heaviest dose of the least potent venom known to man. You lean forward toward him, feigning interest and attempting to cajole him “I’m sorry Ev, please continue.” You say, waving a hand as if pressing play on the blondes non-stop commentary on life.

“Thank you” He says, ignoring the sarcasm marking your tone, “the yule ball is next week so I was going to ask who you were going with.” The yule ball was a celebratory ball held by the school every year, it was open to the upperclassman from fourth year on. The ball was exciting the first year, picking out a dress, finding a date, worrying about who would be going with who and how they’d coordinate their outfits. But as the years went on the magic faded a bit, it was still fun and it gave everyone something to look forward to at the end of the semester but the planning gave you a headache. “Oh.. I guess I hadn’t thought about it,” you lie, of course you’d thought about it.

It seemed aligned with the social script that you should go with Regulus, if he was attempting what you think he’s attempting. Looking back on it to the naked eye what you and Regulus have is nothing more than the vague beginnings of a something-ship. The two of you aren’t obviously any closer than the rest of the group, but the closeness you have feels different.

Take yesterday for example. The two of you had taken to nightly study sessions in the library, typically you’d only do this two or three times a week. But on the nights where one of you was busy and you couldn’t have your hour or two tucked away in a back in a corner of the library you felt yourself longing for it.

This particular night both of you had readings to catch up on, and as such you forwent the table you usually inhabited and opted for one of the softer couches. So there you sat; an oversized, deep green sweater over your school uniform and your legs tucked up to your chest as you cradled your history of magic book in front of you. Regulus, ever the gentleman, sat next to you with his back straight and one ankle crossed over his opposite knee and his defence against the dark arts textbook in his lap.

You spare a glance over the top of your reading glasses at the boy, he really was very pretty. His head hung low over his textbook, ebony curls falling over his forehead, his sharp jawline set as he concentrated on the text in front of him. You’d noticed it before, you’d have to be stupid to look at him and not see it. But it wasn’t until now that it made a blush crawl up your neck and into your cheeks at the thought of him sitting a mere foot away from you.

“I can feel you staring, you know?” He says, a smile smirk adorning his angular face. Shit. You didn’t even know how long you’d been staring at him, and honestly you didn’t think you wanted to know. How absolutely mortifying, you needed to think of something to say, some quick retort that would make it seem less pathetic than it really was. “I-” your whole body seemed to betray you at that exact moment, your legs shifted uncomfortably under you and your blush deepened as you stuttered over your word.

Regulus raised his eyebrows as he watched you struggle, obviously amused. “I wasn’t staring” is the overwhelmingly intelligent response you come up with. “So we’re blatantly lying to one another now?” He says, placing his bookmark in the page he was reading and closing the book. Which makes you cringe at the thought of the book in your hands, in your flurry you had closed it with no indication of where you’d stopped reading. “I was going to ask you something, but you seemed focused and I didn’t want to interrupt you.” You respond to him as if it's a matter of fact and not something you’d made up to save you dignity. “Well, you have my undivided attention now.” Regulus turns his body slightly towards you and you pull your legs a little closer to your chest.

“I was wondering..” Oh god, think of something you’ve embarrassed yourself enough. “If you remember how many pages of notes we were assigned for history?” Okay… sure it’s not your best work but it gets the job done, with luck he’ll just answer and go back to his reading.

“You want to know how many pages of notes we were assigned?” He quirked an eyebrow at you, that frustrating smirk returning to his face. “Yes.” you answer curtly. “None.”

Fuck.

He was right, you hadn’t been assigned any. This had overjoyed you at the end of class today, you’d been the one to bring it up first when you all left. “Finally, I don't have to spend an hour on pages tonight. Happy fucking Christmas!” That’s what you’d said.

“Right.” you looked down at the book in your hands, wondering why you’d grabbed it in the first place. Then you remember that Regulus had asked if you were going to the library tonight at dinner, and instead of actually thinking about the homework you had to do you’d just taken the books you had on you and left with him.

Who was this boy turning you into?

“We do have a report due in Dark Arts,” He says, holding up his textbook “I assumed that’s what you’d be working on, but you’d need your textbook for that.” His tone was grating on your nerves, did he have to speak like he held all the common sense in the world under his thumb? You narrowed your eyes at him as he flipped his book open once more, now you just felt silly. On one hand you could go back to reading your book and waste your time, or you could just sit there in silence.

Or a secret third option.

Regulus moved then, placing a hand on your knees and gently shoving them off the couch. As your socked feet hit the floor next to your shoes, Regulus scooted in next to you. It all happened very quickly, and perhaps someone who had experienced a little more life than you would be able to breathe right now, but you hadn’t… and you couldn’t. His leg pressed into yours as he flipped back a few pages and slid half the book onto your lap.

“You might as well do something productive if you're just going to sit here.” he mumbled, his eyes glued to the pages in front of you.

So you’d been thinking about it, about him mostly. That wasn’t the first time he’d done something physical, but it was the first time he was so pushy about it. Usually it was something simple, like a hand extending your way to help you up off the grass when the five of you would sit out by the Black Lake. Or his habit of sitting next to everywhere you went, and how he’d been slowly sitting closer and closer as time went on. You didn’t mind it, the shy intimacy of it all. It screamed Regulus, you were happy to accept whatever he was comfortable giving you.

But now you didn’t fully understand where you stood with him, no one had outright told you about any plans for an arrangement. At this point it was all speculation on your part, maybe you were going crazy and if you were you blame Regulus for all his shy flirtation and Pandora for putting the idea in your head.

“Merlin! Would you stay in the present for one second!” Evan all but screamed at you to get your attention. It was a fabulous question really, you weren’t sure if you could anymore. So much to think about, so little time to think. “Yeah sorry, you were saying?” you shake yourself back into the moment. “I was saying I think I’m going to ask Anna-Marie” he cocks his head to the side, a wave of blonde curls bouncing in his wake. “Sure, if you want to” you say, trying your best to remember who that even was, “I think so, she’s pretty enough to be fun for a night.” He shrugs, dawning a devil may care smile.

Class had started soon after, saving you from anymore prying questions about your own prospects for the dance.

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“So Evan asked Anna-Marie to the ball today” Agnes sighed as the two of you walked back to your dorm. “That was quick.”

Agnes looked over at you, eyes wide, mouth agape. “Don’t look at me like that, Aggie. Not cute” You say. She closes her mouth but still keeps her owlish eyes trained on you. She stopped in the middle of the corridor and you stopped with her, not having the heart to leave her behind lookin so defeated.

“you knew?” She sounded like she’d been betrayed. “He mentioned it,” you say quietly, like if she couldn’t hear you she couldn’t be mad at you. “And you didn’t tell me?” She sounded more disappointed than mad. “I didn’t have time!” You defend yourself, “he told me at the beginning of our last class and we were with him at dinner, I’m really sorry” You say, not entirely sure why you felt so bad, maybe it was the watery look in her eyes.

“It’s not your fault, it’s not like you told him to ask her” She says, dropping her shoulders and starting to walk again.

So that’s where the guilt was coming from, you had. In your Regulus induced haze you had told him to ask her out. But what were your options? Tell him to ask Agnes to the ball out of pity? Or maybe tell him about her crush? Great, it's a race for worst friend in Hogwarts and you're winning by a landslide.

The walk back to your dorms was silent, Agnes didn’t seem in the mood for light conversation and the guilt gnawing at the lining of your stomach effectively silenced you.

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“You know I really don’t understand it.” Regulus huffed, setting down his quill and shattering the comfortable silence that had settled over the both of you as you continued to work on your DADA reports. You turn your attention to the boy, looking at him in his as a silent prompt for him to finish his thought. “Why would he ask Anna-Marie?”

You sigh, placing your quill in its inkwell, “were you hoping he would ask you instead?” You retort, false pity lining your tone. You were a bit tired of talking about it, why was it so surprising that Evan wanted to go with a pretty girl to a dance that meant exactly nothing? Regulus gives you a look in response, rolling his eyes and picking his quill up once more. “I don’t know what’s so surprising about it” you add, “it’s not like he’s marrying the girl”

This seems to set Regulus off a bit, his posture stiffens and he lets his hand drop to the desk, staring at the top of your head as you bend over your page. “No. He’s not,” He says, obviously not done with his thought but pausing for dramatic effect, or at least that’s what you assumed he was doing. It worked, you look back up at him, waiting for him to continue, “but he should be more careful, these aren’t just silly dances anymore.” His tone was far too serious for your liking.

“And why is that?” You ask sharply, you were growing more and more easily frustrated these days, and he wasn’t helping. Regulus just shakes his head and raises his hand to mark something out at the top of his report. “Why is that?” You repeat a little louder, enunciating every word clearly. “Don’t worry about it, if you don’t understand then it clearly isn’t a problem of yours” He says avoidantly, not even sparing you a look. “Fine” You say, gathering your things and carelessly shoving them into your bag. Regulus’ head snaps up, “Where are you going?” He asks, if you didn’t know better you’d think he sounded a little panicked. “I’m obviously not smart enough to be in your presence, so I’ll be leaving now” You say, grabbing your bag and leaving him there to watch.

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