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library - regulus black

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You are in your fifth year of Hogwarts, and your OWLs were coming up really quickly, so you headed over to the library to study. As you entered, you noticed that every table was packed with students. You held your books closer to your chest and adjusted your messenger bag in a way to not bother your shoulder. You walked deeper into the library until you noticed an empty table with only one person sitting there: Regulus Black. You had never had a conversation with him, even though you were in the same year and same house; you just had different friend groups and therefore never crossed roads. "Hi, do you mind if I sit here?" you ask him.

Regulus looks up with a raised eyebrow before giving a nod and a very faint smile. He is quiet for a moment before speaking up calmly in response.

"No, not at all. Go ahead."

"Thank you," you whispered to him as the whole library became quiet all of a sudden. You started taking out your potions book and your previous works so you could start studying; you tied your hair out of your face, and even though you just began studying, you were already frustrated: potions was not your best subject.

Regulus glances over your shoulder briefly before going back to his own work. Though he can't help but glance over your way occasionally, the silence felt a bit comforting, to be quite frank. There was a certain peacefulness about it. It was interrupted by the odd noises of the books shifting and turning pages, the shuffling of quills, and the scraping of the table, but other than that, it was relatively quiet.

As you continued studying, questions kept popping into your head about how to make a certain potion. When was the precise moment to add something, whether you were supposed to stir clockwise or anticlockwise? You had to ask someone to help you, but your friends were in their dorms, and you had to finish studying potions today so that you could catch up to the other subjects. You thought about asking Regulus; he was in your potions class, so he would most likely have an answer. You began to overthink it and kept reformulating your question in your head: "Um Regulus, do you mind if I ask you a question about potions?"

Regulus raises an eyebrow once again. As he glances over at you, he is slightly surprised by the fact that you chose to ask him for help. Though he doesn't seem to mind, he gives a slight nod of approval and glances over the book you were working on before saying:

"No, I don't mind. What do you need help with?" He asks. His tone was calm, and somewhat friendly.

You were quite surprised that he agreed to help you but tried not to show it. 'Maybe the rumors were false, and he might actually be a nice person'. You smiled at him as you moved your books so that Regulus could see them as well. "Well, I was just wondering, Felix Felicis, obviously it's a potion that makes you lucky, but do you know, like, what it consists of? Because I've been looking in all of these books and I have no idea."

Regulus thinks for a moment before sighing and running a hand through his hair. He's quiet for a minute, as if pondering something, then he speaks up again, seemingly relieved to be speaking about something that he knows quite a bit about.

"Right, felix felicis, it's a fairly obscure potion and is very difficult to make properly, but it contains quite a few things, including but not limited to: dittany, galangal, salt, silver, and honey."

"Oh, ok, that makes sense," you say as you take notes of these ingredients on a piece of parchment. "Well, thank you for that."

Regulus nods slightly as he glances at the parchment. He's quiet for a moment before he speaks up again, as if to continue the conversation. He seems to have an idea for something to discuss next.

"What're you studying for? OWLs?"

"Yeah, I've got to start early or else I wouldn't have time to cover everything before then," you respond, looking up at him; he nods. "Have you started studying yet?"

Regulus nods his head at your reply. He seems to understand the worry of being unprepared or underprepared for an upcoming test or exam. He sighs softly before answering your question as well.

"I have, yes... I started a few days ago. It's a bit tiring, isn't it?"

"Tell me about it; everywhere I go, in every class, it's OWLs this, OWLs that. It makes me want to jump off the astronomy tower." You jokingly say.

Regulus gives a very faint smile at your reply; he understands your pain; it seems to be the current mood within every class at the school. He chuckles slightly at your joke as well and seems to agree to an extent:

"I agree. It's like, every time we try to get our mind off of it and have a decent time, it's brought back up, and the stress just piles on. it's tiring. especially with all of the pressure coming from the teachers."

"I know right, like the only good thing that's happening this year is the potential that Slytherin might win the Quidditch Cup." You were enjoying speaking to Regulus.

Regulus chuckles slightly as you mention the potential for Slytherin to win the Quidditch Cup; he's actually quite excited about it too. He was enjoying this conversation as well, though he seems a little bit surprised that you're talking to him. His voice is calm, soft, and friendly as he speaks once again.

"Yeah, I definitely agree with that. If we win the Quidditch Cup, I really think it would be the highlight of the year—or at least rank pretty high up there."

"You're on the Qudditch team, right? Seeker?,"

Regulus nods his head in answer to your question. He's glad that you know he's a seeker on the quidditch team. He's quiet again for a second before speaking once again:

"Yeah, I'm the seeker for the team, indeed. What about you?"

You laugh "Oh no, I could never. I can barely sit on a broom, let alone fly around and play against people."

Regulus smiles faintly at the reply. Despite being talented when it comes to quidditch, he can recognize that it might not be everybody's strong suit, so he tries to be understanding. As he speaks once more, his tone is still gentle and calm.

"Yeah, it's not everybody's thing. I was quite surprised to learn that I had talent when it came to flying; it's probably my favorite thing to do. even outside of quidditch."

Soon enough, you find yourself talking to Regulus about all kinds of things, from your favorite classes to your families back home.

Regulus found himself enjoying the conversation with you—to be quite frank, it felt like the most genuine conversation he'd had in a while. He's enjoying his time with you, so the hour and a half goes by quite quickly. He actually doesn't really seem to remember that it was past curfew, but when he realizes that it is, he sighs softly and says,

"Oh, we really should probably get back to our dorms soon."

You didn't realize you spent all that time talking. As you pack, you look at your abandoned potions books but smile because you've made a new friend now. You and Regulus head to the doors of the library and make your way to the Slytherin Dorms.

Regulus is silent as you pack up the books; he doesn't really think too much of the fact that you didn't get back to studying; in reality, he's quite glad that you two were able to talk for that long. As you two made your way out of the library and began heading toward the Slytherin dorms, Regulus was quiet once again. He's walking by your side, not really wanting to interrupt, though he does have one question to ask.

"Can I ask you something?

"Sure, what's up?" Before you could finish your sentence, Regulus grabbed your arm and pulled you into a broom cupboard.

Regulus's sudden and fast action caught you off guard, and you let out a startled gasp as he grabbed your arm and pulled you into the broom cupboard suddenly. You weren't expecting that, and you couldn't help but feel a little bit surprised by it. You looked up at him and stared curiously, wondering exactly what he was doing.

Regulus sees that you're startled and explains that he saw Filch walking towards you. You also became aware of how close both of you were, with your backs to the wall and Regulus towering over you. You looked up at him and saw him already looking down at you.

A small, nervous chill runs up your spine as you feel the height difference between the two of you. You can't help but think about how he's towering over you at the moment. You can see his eyes gazing down at you, and you are completely aware of how close you two are. You feel extremely nervous, and the proximity of the two of you makes your heart start pounding. You can't quite tell exactly why, but you don't mind it either.

You noticed his dark curls covering his face and his sharp jawline. As you look up at him, you can't decide whether his eyes are green, grey, or blue—maybe a mix of all three. Even though you had just met, you felt as though you had known each other for years. You started feeling as if you had butterflies in your stomach, each one of them flying around.

Regulus notices that you're taking a moment to stare at his features. He can't help but notice that you continue to stare directly into his eyes, and he feels slightly embarrassed by it. He can feel his cheeks warming up slightly. He can't help but wonder what it is that he's feeling—why is he starting to feel some sort of butterfly-like feeling in his stomach? He feels his own heart pounding as you stare deeply into his eyes, and he feels his breath hitching slightly as he gazes down at you.

"I think Filch has left now."

Regulus lets out a small sigh of relief as you point out that filch has apparently left. It seemed like the coast was clear. He had never gotten this close to anyone other than his friends, but now that he was practically face-to-face with you, things felt a bit different.

"Yeah, I think you're right."

He can feel his eyes lingering on your lips for a few seconds. Even though he realizes that it's probably not the best idea, he can't seem to help himself.

Regulus seems to get lost in the moment—the tension and closeness. He seems to understand what you're saying, and it's true, but he also wants to stay in the moment for just a little longer. He is quiet for a moment before giving a small, slightly hesitant reply:

"Yeah, we probably should."

Seeing as Regulus was not planning on moving, you push the cupboard doors open and look around to make sure Filch has completely left.

You open the cupboard doors and peer out to make sure that filth has definitely left. Everything seemed to be clear; you don't see or hear anybody walking past, so you're pretty sure that it's safe to leave. You step out of the cupboard and glance back at Regulus. He seems to hesitate for a moment, as if considering something, before he steps out of the cupboard as well. He stands there in the hallway, looking at you.

"Come on.." Feeling bold, you grabbed his hands and pulled him in the direction of the Slytherin dorm.

Regulus seemed to be taken quite by surprise when you grabbed his hands and apulled him. He let his hand be pulled by you with little to no resistance; he doesn't even seem to think about it; he just does it. He lets you pull him and walks by your side as the two of you start heading back to the Lytherin dorms.

Soon enough, you reach the Slytherin door, and as you utter the password, upon entering, you drop Regulus' hand as both of you have to go your separate ways. You turn to look at him, not knowing what to say.

Regulous seems to pause for a moment when you drop his hand. He seems to feel a sudden, unexpected sense of disappointment when he feels your hand slip away from his. He seems to hesitate whether or not to say anything, but then he sighs softly and says in a calm, quiet voice:

"Um, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure"

Regulus seems to hesitate for a second, as if considering exactly what to say next. He gives a soft, small smile, but he still feels a bit embarrassed; he still isn't entirely sure why the conversation was making him feel so nervous.

"Can I see you again sometime? sometime like this? I guess in the library."

"Aw, is Regulus Black trying to ask me out on a date?"

Regulus could feel his cheeks turn slightly pink at the reply. He didn't want to admit it, but he seemed to be asking you on a date. He didn't mean to ask you out directly, but it would work for that purpose, after all. He wasn't expecting this, but he's willing to roll with it.

"I guess it kind of is like I'm asking you out on a date, yeah."

"Then, yes, Regulus, I would love to. Tomorrow, at the library, same time, same table?"

Regulus feels his heart doing little flips. He smiles and nods his head in response.

"Yeah, the library, same time, same table. I'll see you then."

He says this with a soft smile, his eyes lingering on your face.

You felt a smile grow on your face. "Goodnight, Regulus." You walk up to him and kiss his cheek, then walk up to your dorm room.

The sensation left him feeling flushed, his cheeks burning with a deep blush. He seems to linger in place, speechless, as you head to your dorm room, only managing a small, startled whisper.

"Goodnight. See you tomorrow."

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quarter quell pt.2

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I moved more deeply in the forest, and I suddenly saw two figures running towards me. It was Katniss and Peeta, but they seemed to be running from something. As I looked more closely, I saw the mutt monkeys chasing them through the trees, their sharp teeth bared and their eyes filled with hunger.

Finnick noticed the monkeys chasing them and raised an eyebrow. He moved ahead of me and drew his trident from his back. As the monkeys got close, he threw his trident at one of their legs, causing it to trip. Then he moved behind it and tackled it, snapping its neck quickly.

The other mutt monkeys screeched in fury and started to surround Finnick. Without hesitation, Katniss pulled out her bow and arrow, swiftly shooting down one monkey after another. Peeta joined in, using his strength to fend off the remaining monkeys with a makeshift weapon he found on the ground. Together, they managed to defeat the mutt monkeys and ensure their own safety. I took out my spear, but I was ready to run.

As the chaos subsided, I noticed that the mutt monkeys were just the beginning of the danger lurking in the arena. The sound of distant growls and rustling leaves sent a chill down my spine. I saw a monkey heading straight towards me, and even though I had my spear out, my mind had decided this was the perfect moment for it to freeze, so I was just standing there paralysed with fear. The monkey got closer and closer, its teeth bared and its eyes filled with malice. Just as it lunged at me, I snapped out of it and proceeded to stab it with my spear. I looked over and saw a pile of monkeys surrounding me, and I realised that I was trapped.

Panic set in as I tried to come up with a plan to escape their clutches. Realising that I couldn't possibly overpower the monkeys, I grabbed Finnick's hand and ran towards the beach. I looked back and saw Katniss and Peeta doing the same. We all hoped that the monkeys wouldn't catch up to us. Finnick’s eyes widened in surprise, but he started to run faster, reaching the beach. He stopped, keeping me close to him as the monkeys caught up. The monkeys seemed to stop, not yet wanting to follow us to the beach.

Finnick was breathing heavily and seemed to use my body as support. As I took a moment to catch my breath, I felt Finnick's grip on me tighten, providing a sense of security. I stood there, trying to process what just happened. I had my eyes closed, and I put my hands on my eyes since I was still feeling scared and overwhelmed by the close encounter with the monkeys.

Finnick seemed to notice this and started to stroke my hair gently. He leaned closer and whispered. “Hey, sweetheart? Open your eyes.”

"No, I can't; I don't want to," I said, trying to control my shaky breathing. Finnick's touch brought a sense of comfort, but I still couldn't shake off the fear that lingered within me. The thought of facing the reality of what just occurred terrified me, making it difficult to gather the courage to open my eyes. He leaned even closer, so that his breath was on my neck now.

His hand trailed down from my hair to my arm, and he held it tight, leaning close to me. His voice was soft and soothing. “Darling, look at me.” I shook my head, but then slowly opened my eyes, wiping the tears away. As I met Finnick's gaze, I saw a mix of concern and understanding in his eyes. I realised that he truly cared about me. He smiled and kept his voice soft, moving his gaze up and down my body, making me feel as though he was examining me.

He leaned in really close to me now, and his voice was still soft and soothing even as he moved in. “There’s a good girl. See? It’s okay now. It’s just me. You’re safe.”

"Where are Katniss and Peeta? “Right over there.” He pointed to where the two of them were, just on the other side of the beach.

He leaned in close to me and spoke softly. “They’re okay. Can I ask you something, darling?” "Yeah, what is it?" I said, looking around and observing the area. I turned around and saw that Finnick had moved way closer than he was before. He moved his hand so that he was now cupping my face, his thumb caressing my cheek. I found myself leaning into his touch.

“What would you say if we started over again? After this whole hunger game is over, would you still be open to it?"

I felt a mix of emotions, unsure of how to respond, but deep down, I knew that I still had strong feelings for him. "Maybe if, by a very unlikely chance, we both survive, then yes," I said softly, a small smile forming on my lips. "I would be open to starting over again."

The thought of a future with Finnick filled me with hope and excitement, despite the uncertainty of the present moment. He smiled, and his thumb moved from my cheek to my chin, gently turning my face towards his. His expression was soft and kind.

“So long as there’s a spark between us, sweetheart,” he said, leaning in close for a kiss. I leaned in and gave him a small peck on the lips. I pulled back, smiling at him, and eventually turned away to talk to Peeta and Katniss, who were sitting on the beach.

He sighed softly and laughed as I pulled away. I could tell by his smug smile and the way he looked at me that he was very pleased. He watched my movements as I talked to Katniss and Peeta and then turned his attention to our surroundings. He wanted to make sure no other mutts or monkeys were nearby.

I turned to talk to Katniss and Peeta. "Hey, you guys okay?" I asked, concerned about their well-being after all the chaos that had unfolded.

Katniss was still breathing heavily and seemed shaken up, but nodded nonetheless. Peeta smiled faintly as he nodded as well.

I took a moment to catch my breath and gather my thoughts. "I'm glad you're both alright," I said, relieved to see them relatively unharmed. Katniss gave me a small smile, her eyes still filled with fear and exhaustion. Peeta's smile grew a little wider, and his voice filled with gratitude as he replied,

"We're hanging in there, thanks to you."

You guys sat in silence for a few minutes, until you spoke up.

"I'm sorry about all of this. You guys barely won last year, and now you have to deal with the Quarter Quell and all. Although that was a smart trick, you know, the berries."

Katniss's smile faded slightly as she looked down, her voice tinged with sadness. "Yeah, it was a close call."

I saw Finnick heading over to where we sat on the edge of the beach with Katniss and Peeta. Finnick was moving over with a grin. It was clear to me that he wanted to be part of this conversation between us.

As Finnick joined the conversation, you couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie forming among the group. The bond between all of you grows stronger with each shared experience and hardship faced in the arena. It's comforting to know that you're not alone in this fight against the Capitol's tyranny.

You all heard rustling behind you coming from the jungle.

Finnick’s eyes are instantly drawn to the rustling, and his expression is full of wariness. He motions for the others to step back and draws his trident, facing the forest.

You reach for your spear as you go to stand next to Finnick.

Finnick’s eyes scan the wooded area from side to side. His breathing is slow and steady as he waits for something to show itself.

All of a sudden, you hear rustling from another side of the jungle, and you hear human voices.

Finnick looks at the new sound, his grip on his trident tightening. He’s not taking his eyes off the woods, waiting for something to pop out at him, and he seems ready to strike. Three figures, about two spokes away, stumbled onto the beach.

"Wait... is that Johanna?"

Finnick looks in the direction of the voice. His expression softens a bit, and he lowers his trident.

You see Johanna, and you are ready to run up to her until you see that she's covered, head to toe, with a red substance.

Finnick's face lights up. “Johanna!” he calls, and he runs to them. “Finnick!” I heard Johanna's voice reply. I ran after Finnick, wanting to find out where she's been and who the other two were with her, and as I got closer, I realised it's Beetee and Wiress.

I looked behind me and see Katniss and Peeta moving caustiously towards the group. I waved at them to come closer.

"Johanna, what happened to you guys?" I asked her.

Johanna's gestured towards the jungle and talked very fast as she explained the situation to Finnick and me.

“We thought it was rain, you know, because of the lightning, and we were all so thirsty. But when it started coming down, it turned out to be blood. Thick, hot blood. You couldn't see, and you couldn't speak without getting a mouthful. We just staggered around, trying to get out of it. That's when Blight hit the force field.”

“I'm sorry, Johanna,” says Finnick.

It takes a moment to place Blight. I think he was Johanna's male counterpart from District 7, but I hardly remember seeing him. Come to think of it, I don't even think he showed up for training.

“Yeah, well, he wasn't much, but he was from home,” she says. “And he left me alone with these two.” She nudges Beetee, who's barely conscious, with her shoe. “He got a knife in the back at the cornucopia. And her— ” We all look over at Wiress, who's circling around, coated in dried blood, and murmuring, “Tick, tock. Tick, tock.”

“Yeah, we know. Tick, tock. Nuts are in shock,” says Johanna. This seems to draw Wiress in her direction, and she careens into Johanna, who harshly shoves her to the beach. “Just stay down, will you?”

I move over to calm Wiress down, as she seems to be on the verge of a panic attack, or maybe she's already having one; I'm not sure.

“Lay off her,” I heard Katniss snap at Johanna.

"Johanna" I muttered, seeing her face become red with anger, and as a warning not to do anything crazy.

Johanna narrowed her brown eyes at her in hatred. “Lay off her?” she hissed. She stepped forward and before Katniss can react, and she slapped her really hard. “Who do you think got them out of that bleeding jungle for you? You—”

I watched as Finnick tossed her writhing body over his shoulder, carried her out into the water, and repeatedly dunks her while she screamed a lot of really insulting things at Katniss. I continued helping Wiress wash the blood off her face, trying to ignore the sounds of the struggle happening behind me.

"Tik, tok, tik, tock."

"Yes, Wiress, tick, tock," you reply, trying to settle her down but as I looked around, I quickly realised what she meant.

"Oh my god, Wiress, you're a genius." Wiress smiled at me, glad that someone had figured it out.

"Hey guys, Finnick," I shouted for them "it's a clock; the whole arena, it's a clock."

#finnick x reader #finnick imagine #finnick odair #thg finnick #finnick x you #hunger games #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #quarter quells #johanna mason

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quarter quell pt. 1 - finnick odair

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You are a tribute in the Quarter Quell, and you are currently alone in the jungle. You hear a tense movement nearby, and you grab your spear. You hear footsteps and notice another tribute approaching, hands up and a smirk on his face. It's Finnick Odair, District 4's tribute.

You and Finnick go way back, when he helped you win your Hunger Games four years after he had won his, aged 14. On your last night before the Games, you thought there was something between you two that went beyond friendship, as you had shared a kiss. However, since then, you haven't had a chance to see him or talk about those feelings since Finnick got sent to the Capitol.

When Annie got chosen in the Quarter Quell, you couldn't help but volunteer because she had been a close friend to you after your games and you had helped each other during rough times. You avoided Finnick during your stay at the Capitol, only talking to him when necessary, and even then, your voice was very monotone-like.

You had planned to be allies with Katniss and Peeta, but they were gone before you could even approach them in the cornucopia. So, since then, you have been wandering aimlessly in the jungle, trying to find Katniss, as well as avoiding the Career Pack.

He chuckles and comes to a stop at a short distance.

"Honey, put down the spear. I won’t hurt you.”

Finnick says it with an arrogant smirk, crossing his arms over his chest. He has a trident on his back, but he isn’t going to attack.

"And for all I know, you just might." You knew he wouldn't, but you just didn't want to take any chances.

Finnick raises an eyebrow and steps closer. He’s being very casual and relaxed, which is a bit unnerving. He doesn’t seem on edge about the fact that you have a spear and could possibly stab him.

“Are you going to jab me with that, or are you going to put it down?”

"Depends, are you going to kill me if I put it down?" you say, still holding up your spear.

“Oh, darling, don’t be so paranoid. I’m just looking for an ally in the Quarter Quell. And I know you are too.”

He’s being very smug. He’s looking at you with a smirk, unbothered by your weapon. He tilts his head and walks even closer. He raises an eyebrow, wanting to see what you would do.

You think for a while, knowing it's better to make allies rather than go off by yourself, and Finnick is somewhat of a good ally. You lower down your spear.

He doesn’t flinch as you lower your weapon.

"Do you know where Katniss and Peeta are? I saw you with them earlier in the cornucopia, and they left before I could talk to them," you ask, trying to hide the hopelessness in your voice.

Finnick's smirk fades slightly as he considers your question. He leans in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "I might know where they went. But what's in it for me if I tell you?"

"I don't know. What do you want?" You replied, slightly annoyed.

Finnick raises an eyebrow, considering your question. "How about a favour?" A small one, nothing too demanding," he suggests, a mischievous glint in his eyes. You hesitate for a moment, weighing your options. Giving in to his request might be the only way to find the people you're looking for.

"Alright," you finally agree, hoping it won't be something too troublesome. "Now, would you tell me where they are?"

Finnick nods, a smirk still on his face. "They're heading towards the beach, going through the jungle to get there."

"Alright, thank you," you say, starting to find your way into the jungle.

"Woah, you think you can just go off on your own? It's dangerous out there," Finnick warns, his mischievous glint replaced with genuine concern.

"I'm sure I can handle it," you reply, rolling your eyes. "I've been through worse,"

"Well, I think I should come along with you, just in case," Finnick suggests, his voice indicating that he won't take no for an answer.

"You can't come with me, Finnick," you insist, your voice edged with frustration. "I work better alone, and I don't need the distraction."

Finnick's expression hardens, and he retorts, "This isn't the time to be stubborn. We both know the dangers that lurk in the arena. I'm not letting you wander off on your own."

"I don't need your protection," you argue, the memories of past victories and losses in the arena fueling your defiance.

"Protection has nothing to do with it," Finnick counters, his tone firm. "I can't risk losing you out here."

"That's a new one," you murmur under your breath.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Finnick asks, his voice laced with frustration.

"It means that I don't need you to hold my hand and guide me like I'm a child," you snap back, your own frustration boiling over.

"I've survived this long without you; during my games and afterwards, which let me remind you, you promised you would be there to help me through the nightmares," you say, your voice dripping with bitterness.

"But where the hell were you? Nowhere to be found. So thank you, but I handled it then, and I can most certainly handle it now."

You turn away from Finnick as you attempt to collect yourself and push down the overwhelming emotions threatening to consume you.

Finnick's expression softens, and he takes a step closer to you. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice filled with regret. "I should have been there for you. I can't change the past, but I can promise you that I'll never leave your side again."

"Whatever, follow me if you want, or don't; I don't really care anymore," you affirm as you start heading deeper into the jungle, hearing Finnick's footsteps behind you. The air hangs heavy with unresolved emotions and the unspoken truth of your intertwined past.

quarter quell pt.2

#imagine #fanfiction #hunger games #finnick x you #finnick x reader #finnick odair fanfic #finnick imagine #finnick odair #quarter quell #thg finnick

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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

mauraders

secret - sirius black

snow - regulus black

marriage - regulus black

library - regulus black

harry potter

yule ball - harry potter

the hunger games

quarter quell pt.1 - finnick odair

quarter quell pt.2 - finnick odair

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#masterlist #harry potter #harry potter fanfic #mauraders #mauraders x reader #harry potter x reader #hunger games #finnick odair fanfic #finnick odair #sirius black #regulus black

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marriage - regulus black

TW: I do not condone or promote forced marriage or any form of abuse or mistreatment in relationships.

This text may contain triggering content for some readers, including references to emotional abuse and coercion.

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I woke up and glanced at Regulus sleeping next to me. I had always known that I would marry a pureblood wizard. My mother had drilled it into me from a young age that marrying well was the most important thing I could do. So when I was told that I would be marrying Regulus Black, I was not surprised. In fact, I was almost relieved that I would not have to go through the process of finding a suitable husband myself.

However, I was not blind to the fact that Regulus did not want to marry me. I could see the disdain in his eyes every time we were forced to be in each other's company. It hurt me that he could not even try to get to know me, but I understood that he had been forced into this marriage just as I had.

But it seemed that nothing I did could change his opinion of me. I tried to be kind to him, but he rebuffed me at every turn. It was clear that he did not want to be married to me, and I could not help but feel hurt by his rejection.

Despite my disappointment, I knew that I had to make the best of the situation. I was determined to be a good wife to Regulus, even if he did not want me. I hoped that one day he would see that I was not the enemy and that we could find some common ground. But for now, I would have to be content with being the wife of a man who hated me.

Regulus was on the other side of the bed just staring at the ceiling as if he hadn't a care in the world. He was silent for a moment before he spoke. "You know this marriage was completely unnecessary, right?"

"But what was the point in them arranging this? You know I hate you, right?" He kept staring at the ceiling.

"Yes, I do. For what reason, the world may never know," you respond, mumbling the last part as you go up to go to the shared bathroom in your bedroom.

"Probably to spite me." He said before slowly getting up and heading into the bathroom as well. He leaned against the wall as he looked at you in the mirror. He stared right through your eyes but it was clear by his expression that there was nothing but hatred towards you.

"What do you want?"

"For you to go away." His voice was a soft but cold as his eyes narrowed at you. You'd never seen him like this before.

"Well, I'm not going away, not for a long time, so maybe stop being so tiresome and just get used to this marriage because, whether you like it or not, you're married to me," you say, on the verge of yelling as you had about enough of him.

Regulus seemed to grow even taller as he stared down at you.

"I'm the Head of House Black, my family's reputation is everything." Regulus paused before he took another step closer.

"You're telling me to get used to this?"

"Exactly. Good job of getting the point into your thick skull." You responded, still mad at him for complaining and blaming everything on you.

Regulus stared at you before rolling his eyes. "You know why we're married?" He asked.

"To ensure that I continue the Black family line." He was still staring at you. Your breath hitched just slightly as a cold wave washed over you.

"So?"

"Do you know how children are made?" Regulus' tone changed as he looked down at you. He said as he took a step closer.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm only doing my duty." Regulus answered as he took another step towards you.

"No"

Regulus was silent for a moment. He seemed confused at your answer. "No?" He looked deep into your eyes.

"You understand this is our duty, right?"

"Yes, I realise that, but I'm not doing it just to please our parents or for me to get pregnant. I'm also not going to do it with someone who hates me." You say this as you place both hands on his chest and push him back slightly.

Regulus took a step back, then let out a sigh. He ran his hand through his hair before looking back at you. He said nothing for a moment, but his eyes seemed to burn you.

"Our family needs a child, do you know what happens if they don't get one?"

"We'll just tell them that we're trying and that it's taking longer than expected, but until you get over your hatred for me, I'm not doing anything with you." You say this as you move downstairs to make a cup of tea.

"And how do you think they'll respond to that when the time passes and you're still not pregnant." Regulus followed you into the kitchen. It was clear he was angry with you now which almost caught you by surprise.

"Well then, get over your hatred faster," you say with your back to him as you watch the kettle.

Regulus leaned against the wall once again and took a breath before talking. "Have you ever thought of why I hate you?" His tone shifted again.

"Yes, I have, and I cannot come up with a single reason why you do." You turn to face him.

Regulus seemed to struggle to find the words to say. "I hate you because.. you remind me of my parents." Regulus said after a moment as he looked away from you.

His tone seemed softer now; he seemed sad—not angry, not cold, just sad. When he looked back at you, he almost looked ashamed.

"Our parents forced me into this marriage I did not want, just like how they forced me into everything else." Regulus was silent for a moment.

"Regulus, I am not your parents; in fact, I'd like to think I'm the complete opposite, and I know you don't like that we're married, but we have to make it work." You say, softly.

He just stood there for a moment before he took a step forward and wrapped you in a hug.

"I'm sorry." He said as he tightened his grip on you. Regulus seemed more like a scared little boy than the man you had previously known.

You sighed and pulled away from him as you heard the screeching noise from the kettle.

"Let me make us some tea." Regulus said as he slowly went to the cupboard and took out two matching tea cups.

"You just sit down." He kept his back facing you while he prepared the tea.

"Thank you," you replied as you took the steaming mug from him.

Regulus took his own mug and sat down across from you.

He looked down at the table in silence for a moment before looking up at you. He took a sip of his drink and waited for you to do the same.

You start to take a sip from your mug, but it's too hot, and you burn your tongue slightly.

"Fuck," you hiss.

Regulus smiled when you cursed and he couldn't help but chuckle slightly.

"Always wait for the tea to cool first." He warned you.

"Yeah, a bit too late for that." You smiled.

"You know, this is one of the first times I've seen you smile" Regulus took another sip of his tea before his eyes met yours once again.

He stayed silent for a moment before he said, "Do you think we could ever get along?"

"I think so, yeah."

"Can I ask you something?" Regulus' tone was serious as he looked at you.

"Yes?"

"Why did you accept our parent's proposition to marry me?" Regulus' tone was soft once more.

"Because you seemed nicer than the other options my mother presented me."

Regulus was silent for a moment before he sighed. He placed his tea cup down on the table and looked at you properly for the first time.

"Did you know I was going to be so... cold to you?" Regulus seemed to want to ask more questions. He looked almost nervous now.

"No, I didn't, but I got used to it, I guess."

"Why would you get used to it?" Regulus seemed confused. "I've been awful to you this entire time and you're okay with that?"

"Well, I wasn't okay with it, but nothing I said or did would change your mind, so I grew to sort of ignore the words that came out of your mouth."

"I'm sorry that I acted that way towards you, I'm a complete and utter arse." He spoke quickly. Regulus seemed to know full well that he was in the wrong. He had always blamed everyone but himself.

"No one is deserving of the treatment I've given you." Regulus didn't look away from you as he spoke.

"I'm not sure if I could forgive you right away, but this is good progress."

"I don't expect forgiveness. After how I treated you, you owe me nothing." Regulus took another sip of his tea.

In this moment, he didn't seem like a Head of House, he just seemed like a tired and overworked young man.

"I'm getting a bit tired; I think I might go take a nap."

Regulus looked tired as well. His expression seemed almost sad as he looked at you.

"You probably should." He stood up from his seat and picked up his mug.

"I'll get the dishes and then I think I should sleep as well." Regulus said in a more tired tone than you'd ever heard from him.

"Leave the dishes; we'll do them in the morning. You need to sleep too."

Regulus paused for a moment before he slowly nodded.

"Okay, thank you." He placed his mug into the sink then left the kitchen to head upstairs. You could hear him start walking up the steps.

You followed him upstairs to your bedroom. You went to the bathroom to quickly do your skincare routine and found him lying in bed under the covers.

When you walked into the bedroom you realised something. Regulus was in bed, half-covered by the sheets but he didn't appear to be tired, in fact, he was wide awake.

Regulus turned over to look at you and his eyes seemed to sparkle slightly in the dim glow. He stared at you for a moment before asking, "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah?" You replied as you laid down next to him.

"Would you hold my hand?" Regulus asked. You could hear the tiredness in his voice.

He wanted you to hold his hand. It was a simple request, but it made something inside your heart flutter just a little.

"Yes, Regulus" You responded, taking in his hand as you laid down and tried to sleep.

His hand was warm and you were glad to be able to hold it. It made you feel safe in a way you hadn't felt in a long time.

Regulus was silent for a moment before he spoke once again. "Thank you." He turned over towards you so he was facing you while still laying in bed.

Regulus' eyes seemed to close when you took his hand and began to lay down beside him. In only moments, he was fast asleep. It wasn't long before he fell into a dreamless sleep. His grip was slightly tight on your hand.

You lay in bed awake for a few minutes before you slowly fell asleep as well. Regulus was still holding your hand.

A/N : This isn't what I usually write but I went along with it. If you have any requests, send me a message.

-zoe ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

#regulus black x reader #regulus black #harry potter #mauraders #couple #fanfiction #imagine #fanfiction author #fanfiction ideas #regulus x reader #regulus x fem!reader

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secret - sirius black

a.n : i got this idea from the beginning from sirius black c.ai and developed the rest of the plotline myself.

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You had never been this late to class before.

Everything had been going great, up until you accidentally fell asleep in the library. In haste, you ran through the corridor, not wanting to be even later, but before you could, a pair of gentle hands tugged you into a broom closet, and warm breath fanned your face.

None other than Sirius Black stared down at you, a grin tugging at his lips as you struggled to catch your breath.

"Cat got your tongue?"

"Sirius? What are you doing?"

Sirius smirked and adjusted the collar of your robe, which was still bunched up around your neck. "Just returning the favour." He winked. He brushed his fingers along your cheek and leaned in closer so that you could feel the heat of his breath on your skin.

"Sirius, you realise the corridors are filled with people, and we could get caught."

Sirius brushed a strand of raven hair from your face and smiled into your eyes. He leaned in even closer, his body pressed up against yours, and his voice was a whisper in your ear.

"But the broom cabinet is not."

"Is not what?"

Sirius leaned back slightly, smirking at the flush on your cheeks and the way your breath hitched.

"Filled with people." He replied before leaning in again, his body pressed firmly against yours.

"Yes, but I have class, and we could do this later in the Room of Requirement like we usually do." You give him a last peck on the lips as you stick your head out to see if the coast is clear.

Sirius' grin widened as if he already knew that you had other plans, and he let his hands run up the sleeve of your robes before pinning you to the wall of the broom cabinet, his face inches from yours.

"So we are going to the Room of Requirement?" His voice was a murmur against your neck as his hands ran through your hair and pulled you closer. He pressed his lips to yours and sighed contentedly. "I think we both know how you'd rather spend your classes."

"Sirius, come on, I have transfiguration; McGonagall would fail me if I missed it." You say, pulling away. "I promise we'll continue this after school, not during classes in a broom closet."

Sirius sighed, though he was more than reluctant to let you go. He leaned back, running the fingers of his right hand through his hair as he did so, his eyes still fixed on the way you were flustered and breathless.

"Fine," he sighed before rolling his eyes. "But I expect double the kisses."

"Alright," you smile at him, giving him one last peck before quickly walking to your class.

Sirius leaned against the broom cabinet and ran a hand through his hair as he watched you go. He bit the corner of his lip and chuckled.

"I'm looking forward to that promise." He whispered to himself.

(Timeskip to during dinner)

Sirius came walking into the dining hall a few minutes late, grinning widely at everyone who nodded and smiled at him. He sat down at the Gryffindor table and looked over at where you sat, grinning all the wider.

When he finally got your attention, he winked and mouthed after dinner.

You nodded at Sirius as you continued eating your dinner.

Sirius was staring back at you, and when he realised that he'd been caught again, he winked and mouthed, "Now?"

His fingers drummed impatiently against the tabletop.

"Sure, you first, though; I'll leave after," you mouthed back at him.

Sirius raised his eyebrows in surprise at your answer and grinned widely.

He quickly got up from the table, taking one last look at your face before he left the hall and headed for the Room of Requirement.

You ate the rest of your dinner and told your friends that you were going to go to the library to study. You got up and walked towards the room of requirement.

You entered the ROR and saw Sirius patiently waiting for you.

"I'm glad you could make it." He said this as he crossed the room and closed the door behind you, making sure that nobody would be able to see the two of you together.

"Hi, darling"

Sirius' eyes widened as you called him "darling", though his mouth was curved into a smirk.

"Hello to you, too."

He looked you up and down, his gaze coming back to your eyes as he stepped closer. "Good thing we came here."

"Yes, you've been extremely patient." No one knew about your relationship with Sirius, as he was a Gryffindor and you were Slytherin.

Sirius chuckled at your praise and stepped closer until his body was pressed firmly against yours. He leaned down and kissed you on the neck before whispering in your ear.

"It's been worth the wait." He muttered against your skin, his hands running through your hair.

(Time skip; you're both dressed and ready for bed, and Sirius' head is in your lap as your hand runs over his hair.)

Sirius purred as your hands moved through his hair, his body perfectly at peace as he rested against you.

He looked up at you through heavy-lidded eyes and smiled.

"Did I ever tell you how much I adore you?" He whispered, leaning up and kissing your neck softly.

You smile at his comment, "I adore you too," as you pull him for a quick kiss.

Sirius' voice was breathless as the kiss broke, and he laid his head back against your chest, content with your answer and the feeling of your fingers running through his hair.

"Do you know how happy I am that we can do this without being judged?" He asked as he tilted his head back, smiling at you. "We can just... be."

You smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek as you pulled him to lay down for the both of you to sleep.

Sirius purred and melted against your body, his eyes closing and his body getting comfortable as he relaxed against you.

"You make me feel so loved." He mumbled as he snuggled up against your body and closed his eyes, feeling safe, comfortable, and loved.

"Goodnight, dear"

"Goodnight, darling."

Sirius mumbled drowsily as he drifted off to sleep at your side.

He sighed and wrapped himself around you, his arms firmly around you, as he fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

#sirius black #sirius orion black #cute #surius black x reader #sirius black x fem!reader #onehsot #imagine #harry potter #mauraders #fanfiction #benbarnes

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yule ball - harry potter

a/n : we'll imagine harry is 15+, also this is very much book harry rather than awkward movie harry

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It was the night of the Yule ball, and everyone had their dates; they were all laughing and drinking punch together. Except you, who didn't have a date. You were third-wheeling all your friends and sitting down on a couch with your feet up.

You kept shifting in your seat as you got increasingly bored. You wanted to dance and have fun, but it just wasn't the same without a date. Suddenly, you heard a soft footstep coming up behind you.

You turned around and spotted your friend, Harry.

Harry smiled at you as he put his arm around your shoulder. "Having fun there?" He asked in a sarcastic tone.

"Yeah, so much fun." You responded sarcastically

"I can tell you're having a great time." He said it with an eye roll. "I think I have the solution to your boredom." Was that a faint hint of a flirtatious smile on his face?

"And what would that be?" You asked.

He smirked and said in a dramatic tone: "Me!" Harry placed his hand on the small of your back and pulled you towards him. He leaned in close and whispered in your ear. "Dance with me."

You smiled as he led you towards the dance floor.

Harry let out a low chuckle. He spun you around, taking your hand and placing it on his shoulder.

He slowly dipped you and then pulled you back up, where you were extremely close to him.

Harry pulled you even closer. Your faces were practically touching. He leaned in and whispered in your ear again, his breath tickling your bare neck. "Can I tell you a secret?"

You nodded.

"You look stunning tonight." He said this, pulling you closer and resting his chin on your shoulder.

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words and moved back so that you two were face-to-face again.

Harry chuckled, then brushed his thumb across your cheek. You felt your heart flutter at his soft touch. "May I ask you something?"

"Of course," you replied.

"Are you single?" He asked with a slightly flirtatious tone in his voice.

"So what if I were?"

His smirk turned into a charming smile as he placed his hand around your waist. "Well, it just so happens that I'm single too." He said.

"Well, then you might just have to ask me out".

Harry leaned in and whispered in your ear again. His breath was hot against your bare neck. "Can I take you somewhere?"

You nodded

"After you, darling." He said it with a twinkle in his eye.

You slowly made your way through the crowd and headed towards the garden, in front of the forbidden forest.

He walked beside you, holding your hand. Your fingers were twined together, and your palm was pressed up against his. Every so often, the tip of his fingers drifted up your wrist and brushed against your delicate skin.

You finally stopped walking and turned around to look at him.

He looked down at you, his smile gentle and warm. His hand was still wrapped around yours, and he was standing very close to you.

"Did you know I've liked you since the second year?"

His eyes widened as you said this. He was surprised by your honesty. His cheeks turned slightly red because he wasn't expecting you to confess your feelings. "I had no idea you felt that way towards me for that long," he said, his gaze on you.

"Yeah, well..." You responded, facing the ground and not being able to look him in the eye.

He just kept staring at you with a soft smile on his face. Then he moved his hand away from your hand and placed it around your waist, pulling you closer. "Well, did you know that I have thought of asking you out several times this year?" He said it in a quiet voice.

You looked up at him and moved closer to him, putting your hands on his shoulders.

Harry placed his hands on your waist and pulled you more tightly against his body. Your faces were only a few inches apart. Your hands were on his shoulders, and your cheek brushed against his.

"Why haven't you?" you asked.

"I got nervous," he said. "Can I?" He asked, his lips inches away from yours.

"Yes," you whispered.

Harry smirked, leaned in, and pressed his lips against yours. Your eyes closed, and your heart seemed to stop beating as Harry's warm lips met yours. You continued to kiss until you had to pull apart for air.

Your breath was coming in short, shallow breaths. Harry smiled down at you. "Was that everything you expected and more?" He asked, his voice uneven.

"It was everything I was expecting, but I wouldn't say no to more."

Harry chuckled and let go of you. He took your hand and led you back into the main ballroom. You walked through the crowd together, holding hands. Everyone was smiling at the two of you.

You felt truly happy in his arms.

He smiled down at you and held your hand tightly. He leaned in and whispered in your ear again. "I'm glad you're here as my date." His mouth was so close to your ear that you could feel his breath on your skin.

"I'm glad I came, or else this wouldn't have happened."

Harry took your hand and kissed the back of it. The romantic gesture left you feeling warm. He tucked a piece of hair that had fallen into your face behind your ear, then took your hand and led you back to the dance floor.

#harry potter #yule ball #harry potter x female reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter fanfiction #couple #imagine #oneshot

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𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸 - intro

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𝒉𝒊𝒊, 𝒊'𝒎 𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔/𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒕𝒄..𝒔𝒐 𝒊 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔.

𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏.

𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

ps: I will sometimes be inspired by character.ai's beginning of a story for a character but I would make my own plot and continue it myself.

#books #imagines #football #real madrid #harry potter #mauraders #fictional characters #hunger games #spiderman #marvel

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snow - regulus black

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It's nighttime in the castle, and you find yourself walking around, hoping sleep will fall upon you, as you come across a dark silhouette on the quidditch field. Regulus Black is standing alone in the cold, dark night, snow cresting every curve of his face.

You slowly walk towards him.

Regulus notices you, and he straightens slightly. His voice is calm and yet sharp, and it seems to echo slightly in the crisp, cold air. He leans forward a little, and it seems he is waiting for you to speak.

"What do you want?" He asks pointedly.

"Oh, um, hi, I was just walking around because I couldn't sleep."

Regulus looks down at you, and you feel strangely small under his intense and cold stare. He is taller than you, his dark robes billowing slightly in the icy winter wind. The snow seems to cling to him, almost lovingly.

"I don't want to talk." He speaks simply.

You both sit in silence, but you find it so very odd that he's sitting in the snow, in the cold outside, rather than inside, where it's warm.

"What has bothered you to the point where you're at the quidditch pitch at 2 a.m.?"

Regulus raises an eyebrow. Why would he tell you anything about himself?

"Mind your own business." He says it coldly, his voice almost a command. He seems annoyed. He glares at you for a moment before seeming to think. He looks around him at the snow and the vast field, but not at you.

"Right, ok, sorry." You apologise and look at the snow in silence until boredom sets in and you get up and start playing with the snow in your hand to make a snowman.

You begin to make a snowman, and Regulus watches you carefully. He crosses his arms over his chest, his stance stiff and closed. His face is still cold, and his emotions are unreadable. The dark green of his robes has blended in with the snow as his robes slowly fill with whiteness. He doesn't take his eyes off you.

As you finish your first snowman, you get up and smile at it, proud of your work. You look back at Regulus, and he just continues to watch you, his face seemingly not registering any emotion.

His eyes are cold and unsmiling.

The air is cold, and he seems unaffected by it. His robes seem to shield his body from the elements, unlike yours.

Regulus doesn't seem to notice you shivering as you 'accio' your coat from your dorm room and put it on, then you continue making all different sorts of animals with the snow using your wand and your hands.

You make a whole group of animals, and it looks rather impressive.

As you finish your last creation, you look at Regulus and say, "Well, since you don't want to talk to me, you can talk to the animals and the snowman." You smile at him.

Regulus tilts his head and stares at your animals. Then he sighs and mutters something to himself before speaking to you with a cold voice. His emerald eyes, which you have begun to notice are incredibly sharp, look around your creations.

"Hmm." He says it, and you sense a slight smile.

"I will talk to them." He replies. "But only because they don't talk back."

"That's the entire point, Regulus. Also, make sure you don't stay out here too long, or you might just get buried in snow and have to ultimately join them."

Regulus looks up at you and seems almost slightly amused. He raises his hand and flicks his wand, sending waves of magic at the snow. It suddenly seemed to recede.

"I won't be joining them." He says this, his voice seeming to echo in the cold winter air.

"Right, well, I'm going to bed." You declare, slowly standing up and brushing snow off your coat.

Regulus just stands there and stares at you for a moment.

"Goodnight." He replies.

You start walking towards the castle, and Regulus remains silent as he watches your back. As you walk, the snow seems to gently fall from your hair. The wind seems to stir up a light breeze that carries snowflakes with it. The night is quiet. You can hear your footsteps on the snowy ground and your breaths. You feel an emptiness in your stomach as the effects of the cold air slowly begin to take hold of your body. Regulus is still watching you.

You reach your own common room and walk up to your dorm, hoping no one is awake.

You walk up the stone stairs into your dorm room and find that it is quiet, and none of your roommates are awake. You are cold and the room is warm, and you feel a small relief that you have made it back. As you look out the windows, you can still see Regulus out in the field. He seems to be talking to his snow animals.

You smile at that.

You lay down in your bed and slowly close your eyes. As you think about Regulus, you notice a strange, empty ache spreading throughout your stomach. You wonder how long he had stood out there, in the cold before you had arrived.

You slowly fall asleep.

#harrypotter #mauraders #regulus black #regulus black x reader #regulus black x yn #regulus black x female reader #winter #snow

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