The afternoon corridors of Hogwarts were always a little loud, a little chaotic, a little unpredictable—especially when the Gryffindors had a plan.
And today?
They had the plan.
“A singing spell,” James whispered, eyes glinting with the thrill of potential disaster. “Not just any singing spell—truth-telling, emotion-pouring, soul-baring singing spell.”
Remus raised a brow. “Sounds cruel.”
Peter grinned. “Exactly.”
Sirius, slouched against the archway leading to the Charms corridor, arms crossed and boots scuffed from restless pacing, tilted his head. “It’s not cruel. It’s educational. We’ve all been dying to know what Regulus keeps locked up in that pretty little porcelain head of his. And now?”
He smirked.
“We’re gonna find out.”
They weren’t alone, obviously. Behind them, half of Gryffindor House had gathered like wolves to a scent. Lily Evans was there, arms folded and eyes sharp, clearly ready to pretend this wasn’t mean just so long as it was entertaining. Mary and Marlene were whispering excitedly beside her, passing a Skiving Snackbox back and forth like popcorn. Fabian and Gideon were leaning far too dramatically on either side of the corridor, Fabian whispering bets while Gideon scouted for teachers. Frank and Alice stood together near the back, clearly debating the morality of this whole thing and deciding they were okay with it if it meant Regulus got a bit embarrassed for once.
Because Regulus Black?
Was untouchable.
Regulus Black never flinched. Never cracked. Never stumbled.
Regulus Black walked through the world like a prince born of velvet and poison, quiet confidence stitched into every elegant line of his body.
And now, there he was.
Walking straight into their trap.
The hallway dipped in volume for half a second—half a breath—when Regulus and his little entourage appeared. The air practically shivered.
Barty Crouch Jr. sauntered ahead of him, grinning like he knew something awful and delightful. Evan Rosier, a mess of lazy curls and daydreaming eyes, was tossing an apple up and down with casual rhythm. Dorcas Meadowes—cool, deadly, with lips that always looked like they’d just finished saying something sharp—stayed close to Pandora Rosier, who was looking at the ceiling like she was communing with the ghosts of drama queens past.
And in the center of them all: Regulus.
He was dressed stupid pretty. Not the usual pristine uniform but something casual—deliberate. Tight, dark trousers tucked into laced boots. A loose jumper that hung off one shoulder in a way that felt somehow accidental and also cruelly calculated. His hair was soft, wind-mussed. His lips were pink. And in his hand—oddly enough—was a small wooden carving.
He wasn’t even looking at them. He wasn’t aware. He was frowning slightly at the carving like it held a secret only he could understand, thumb tracing the edge with reverence. The softest look any of them had ever seen on him.
“Now,” Sirius whispered.
James didn’t even need to respond. He lifted his wand, murmured the incantation, and the spell hit Regulus clean in the chest.
The change was instant.
Regulus’s eyes went wide, then… blank. Glassy. His arms dropped to his sides, the wooden carving dangling from limp fingers. His lips parted, soft and dazed, and then—
He smiled.
Just a little.
And began to sing.
“You were a substandard brother…”
Silence. The air stopped. Every single person in the hallway froze—eyes locked on Regulus, wide and stunned.
“But the only one I've had…”
Pandora turned slowly to stare at him, lips parted. Barty blinked. Evan dropped his apple. Dorcas's jaw actually dropped.
Sirius frowned. “Wait—what—?”
“I grew up hearing your scheming down the hall…”
Sirius jolted like he’d been slapped. His mouth opened, then closed.
Regulus swayed, soft on his feet, eyes still glassy, still far away.
“But when I look at this thing…”
He lifted the carving in his hand, holding it up gently, like it was a holy relic.
“It makes me wanna sing…”
“Maybe you're not so bad a brother after all…”
Everyone turned to Sirius.
His face was white. His body was stock-still. Then—
“No,” Sirius whispered. “No fucking way.”
Lily blinked. “What is that in his hand?”
“I don’t know,” Marlene said. “Looks like a wooden—duck? Dog? Dolphin?”
Mary leaned forward. “It’s ugly.”
“At my first-ever swim meet…”
Regulus kept going, voice soft, melodic, eerily clear. The smile on his lips was too real now. Not glassy—genuine. Sweet.
“You stepped on the other team's feet…”
Sirius flinched again. “Oh my God.”
Remus turned slowly. “You remember that?”
“At my ballet recital, you clapped louder than you should…”
Peter snorted. “Sirius. You went to a ballet recital?”
“I was six! Mum said I had to. He wore little pink shoes—he was cute! I didn’t know he remembered that—I didn’t remember that—”
“But when you taught me how to drive the bike…”
Sirius choked. “No. No, no, no—”
“We actually made it home alive…”
Barty’s jaw dropped. “Wait. He let you touch his bike?”
Pandora whispered, “He’s never even looked at me that soft.”
“I guess it's possible…”
“Not every part of you isn't good…”
A horrible, keening noise escaped Sirius’s throat.
“Is he crying?” Mary asked.
“Sobbing,” Remus confirmed.
Sirius had gone red in the face, mouth trembling. “That was—that was my fault! I forgot—I forgot all of this—”
“I know at times I would cringe…”
“Like when you wore all that fringe…”
Fabian wheezed. “You did wear that fringe, oh my god—”
Gideon elbowed him. “Shut up, he’s having a breakdown.”
“And when you went out of your way…”
“To catch that foul ball…”
Sirius was shaking now. “It knocked my tooth out. He cried more than I did.”
“But this piece of wood in my hand…”
Regulus’s fingers tightened around it. Sirius’s breath caught.
“Makes me finally understand…”
Sirius stared at the carving.
The memory hit him like a tidal wave.
He’d carved it. Sloppy, uneven, when he was five. Regulus had been four. Their parents had thrown out Reggie’s little stuffed wolf, said it was childish, said he was too attached. Regulus had sobbed for hours. So Sirius carved him a replacement—something else to hold. It was hideous. Unrecognizable. But Regulus had clutched it to his chest like treasure.
Sirius had forgotten.
He had blocked out so much. The screaming. The fights. The punishments. In trying to erase his parents—
He’d erased Regulus too.
“Maybe you're not so bad a brother…”
Sirius stepped forward, shaking. His voice was hoarse.
“Reggie…”
“Not so bad a brother after all…”
And with that final line, Regulus’s eyes fluttered, glassy sheen fading. He blinked. Looked around.
And blinked again at the sea of frozen faces staring back.
“…What.”
Then he saw Sirius.
And Sirius, cheeks wet, throat clogged, whispered—
“That was the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
The hallway erupted.
Pandora screamed. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT.”
Barty had dropped to his knees, hands over his face. “Regulus cares? This changes everything—”
Evan had picked up the apple again and was throwing it at the ceiling in pure, stunned hysteria.
Dorcas was staring at Regulus like he’d sprouted wings.
Lily covered her mouth with both hands. “I think I just saw a soul.”
Mary was sobbing. Marlene was recording. Fabian and Gideon were wailing dramatically into each other’s arms.
And Sirius?
Sirius had walked straight to his brother and pulled him into a bone-breaking hug.
Regulus froze in his arms.
“I’m sorry,” Sirius whispered. “I forgot. I forgot all of it. I forgot you. I’m so sorry.”
Regulus didn’t say anything for a long moment.
Then he lifted the wooden carving and tucked it into Sirius’s hand.
“Don’t forget again.”
Sirius nodded, trembling.
Everyone else just watched in stunned silence.
“Well,” Frank said finally. “That backfired.”
Alice sniffled. “That was so sweet.”
James cleared his throat. “Okay, technically—it worked.”
Remus clapped him on the shoulder. “You tried to embarrass him and ended up giving Sirius emotional closure.”
Peter was sobbing. “That was so beautiful—”
Sirius held the carving tight to his chest, arms wrapped around his brother.
Regulus stayed silent, but he didn’t pull away.
Not even a little.
Sirius was sobbing.
Not just the sniffly, embarrassed kind of crying that you could pretend was from laughter or a breeze—no, no. This was real, full-body, trembling, choking, nose-running, feral sobbing. And it was happening in the middle of a Hogwarts corridor.
With an audience.
Sirius didn’t care.
He was curled around his little brother like a starved animal clinging to warmth, burying his face in Regulus’s soft hair, inhaling deep like he could memorize his baby brother all over again through scent alone.
“You’re my baby,” Sirius whispered, voice breaking. “My baby. My baby brother. My perfect little baby brother. I forgot—I forgot so much—”
Regulus made a startled noise. “Sirius, stop—”
“No! No, you don’t get it, Reg.” Sirius pulled him even closer, arms a vice grip, completely oblivious to the fact that Regulus’s feet were barely touching the ground anymore. “I used to do everything for you. I never let you do your own shoelaces—I did them, every morning. I’d carry you everywhere—you hated walking. You were so little. You’re still little.”
“Put me down—”
“You couldn’t do anything yourself, and I liked that. You were too cute. I’d do your homework, and make your bed, and brush your hair, and you’d just sit there babbling about clouds or frogs or whatever you were obsessed with that week—”
“I was four!”
“Exactly! Four!” Sirius hiccupped through a sob. “And everyone in primary school thought I was the cool one, but they didn’t know—I bragged about you all the time. I made my friends come watch you do your little dance routines during lunch—”
Regulus made a sound like a dying kettle.
“—you’d be there in the playground, spinning in circles and giggling and stumbling, and they’d all have to clap or I’d punch them—I made them clap, Reg!”
“Oh my God,” Regulus moaned, covering his face. “Stop talking—”
“You wore my clothes all the time—do you remember? I'd roll up the sleeves and tie a belt around you and pretend you were a prince, and you'd just pose dramatically until you fell over!”
“I hate you.”
“And you were scared of birds!” Sirius cried. “Pigeons made you scream! You'd cry and run and grab my legs if you saw one—”
Regulus flinched. Visibly.
“Still do,” he muttered, with the weight of someone who had survived multiple pigeon-related traumas. “They’re fucking evil.”
Sirius gasped, pulling back like he was staring at a miracle. “You still do ballet.”
“NO.”
“You do!”
“I don’t—”
Sirius raised a single finger. “You’re blushing.”
“I’m cold!”
“You’re pink and twitchy, which means you’re lying—*oh my god, you do ballet, don’t you? Still? Like, actual ballet? Pointe shoes and everything?”
Regulus looked like he wanted to melt through the floor. “…I’m in an academy.”
Sirius shrieked.
“I KNEW IT!”
“I’m in the highest grade now, shut up!”
“Danseur noble?”
“Ballerino, technically—”
“You're sixteen! That means you're—” Sirius’s eyes widened in horror as a new thought slammed into him. “That means you’re pretty.”
Regulus blinked. “...Thanks?”
“No, no, no, no.” Sirius shook his head violently. “Pretty means others think that too. Others with hands. Others with ulterior motives.”
He scooped Regulus up bridal-style like a fireman rescuing a damsel and whirled on the crowd, voice booming.
“NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO LOOK AT HIM. BACK OFF.”
“I—Sirius—put me DOWN—!”
Sirius tucked Regulus into his chest like he was shielding the crown jewels.
“I SAID BACK OFF.”
The hallway exploded.
Pandora Rosier stepped forward first, head tilted, smirking like a cat. “Actually,” she purred, “Regulus is mine, so if you could return my boyfriend, that’d be great.”
Sirius’s entire face twisted. “What?!”
Evan Rosier lazily threw an arm around Pandora’s shoulder. “Hate to break it to you, Pads, but Reg’s been with me for months. I do all the pirouette-watching now.”
“Lies,” Barty hissed, stepping forward like a dramatic opera villain. “Regulus and I are soulmates. Star-crossed. You didn’t notice the bracelet he’s wearing, I made it. He only moans my name.”
“I beg your fucking pardon?” Sirius barked.
Dorcas Meadowes stepped out with a grin that could cut glass. “Sorry, boys. He and I have been sneaking into the Astronomy Tower for study sessions.”
Sirius's brain short-circuited.
“WHAT STUDY SESSIONS?!”
“He’s mine,” all four of them said at once.
Sirius looked at Regulus, horrified. Regulus, beet-red and clinging to Sirius’s jacket now, shook his head frantically.
“I’m single, you morons—”
But it was too late.
The chaos had begun.
Fabian Prewett stepped forward, hand over his heart. “Actually, Reg and I eloped last weekend. It was a tasteful ceremony. Evan cried.”
“Only because I planned it,” Gideon snapped, shoving his twin. “You bastard, he’s mine! I asked him to the Yule Ball in fourth year!”
Peter popped up next to them, looking smug as hell. “Funny. Because he spends every Saturday in my bed—playing Wizard’s Chess, of course.”
“Oh my God,” Regulus said weakly.
Lily sauntered forward, arms crossed. “I thought we weren’t going public yet, darling,” she said sweetly.
James gasped. “Lils?!”
“Oh, you knew, Potter,” she smirked.
“I thought it was just a phase!”
Marlene appeared beside them, hair bouncing as she grinned. “We’re in an open thing,” she chirped. “Don’t be jealous, Potter.”
Remus pushed forward last, smirking like a smug bastard. “You’re all wrong. Regulus is obviously mine. He actually likes books.”
Sirius screamed.
Frank and Alice were collapsed against the wall, howling.
Mary was on the floor, crying with laughter.
“EVERYONE SHUT UP!” Sirius howled, still holding Regulus, who was now trying to disappear inside Sirius’s coat. “SOMEONE TELL ME WHO THE REAL ONE IS!”
They all answered at once.
“ME!”
“IT’S ME!”
“HE ONLY KISSES ME THAT WAY!”
“HE CALLS ME KITTEN!”
Sirius spun in place like a paranoid whirlwind, absolutely unhinged. “WHICH ONE IS IT?! WHICH ONE DO I MURDER FIRST?!”
Regulus, defeated, buried his face into his brother’s chest.
“I hate all of you,” he muttered.
Sirius clutched him tighter. “Don’t worry, baby brother. I’ll kill them all for you.”
“I’m not dating any of them—”
“Exactly! I’ll keep it that way.”
The hallway was still a warzone of shrieking laughter, mock fights, declarations of love, and chaotic howling.
Sirius, wild-eyed and trembling, marched off with Regulus still in his arms like a knight protecting the royal heir.
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A/N: Just an idea that hit me late the other night, i know its corn and whatever but hey i’m trying.. I was in a car wreck last night first time ever since i’ve been driving, and I've been so upset, so i thought i’d finish this and post it. if it’s all wrong or doesnt make sense i’m sorry. I don’t have a beta and i use Grammerly a paid subscription to try and help me out. Seem to work for most part if i put my goals to high standard.. remember to please dont copy and paste on other sites, i’m doing my bet to get out of writers block so i can start on these new series and finish other ones.
Pairing Jensen and reader, Jared Padalecki,
Warnings; None, Jensen being goofy
Y/N McKenzie had been on the set of Supernatural for six months, and in that six months, she had fallen hard for Jensen Ackles. Who wouldn't? Jensen was considered to be the definition of one-hot-son-of-a-bitchin' dude. He's sexy as hell, compassionate about things he got involved with, true to his fans, and loves anyone he got close to with all his heart. Jensen makes Y/N's heartache for him every day; the only thing is Jensen doesn't know this. She was scared to tell him because she didn't know how he would react, so she kept it to herself.
Y/N was sitting at the picnic table outside their studio three days before Christmas hiatus when she felt a slight shift of someone sitting next to her. Jared Padalecki, who played Sam Winchester just finished his scenes for the day and decided to eat before he left. He saw Y/N sitting by herself playing with her food instead of eating it and wanted to know what was wrong. "So, a little birdie told me that you have no plans for Christmas." He gently tapped her side to get her attention with his elbow.
Y/N had been leaning into the table, and her right arm bent so that her head rested on her hand. "Nope, I don't. My family doesn't care if I live or die, so why go home to that drama?" She said as she shrugged her shoulder, then continued to make fork rows in her mash potatoes.
"Well, how about you come home to Texas with us? Gen and I would love to have you, and the kids would be happy to see you." He took a bite of his baked potato.
She sat up straight, "I dunno Jared. I'm not really big on family get-togethers. Besides, I'll be fine up here. I have a few TV shows to catch up on." She stood up to get ready to go to her trailer, but Jared stopped her from leaving.
"I'm telling you this because you're not going to stay here alone, and I won't have it. Even if I have to pack your bags for you, and carry you over my shoulders, I will." He said as he looked up at her with that damn puppy dog eyes he had mastered over the years.
With a sigh, she agreed. "Fine, but the minute I feel I’m in the way, I'm leaving."
Jared smiled at her, "You won't be disappointed Y/N, I promise!" He shouted in her direction after she was able to escape his hold.
She just waved her hand back to him acknowledging him as she walked on to her trailer. "Great, now I have to find things to wear." She muttered under her breath.
"Oompf." She said as she bumped into someone, not realizing it was Jensen until she looked up from her cell phone.
"Hey beautiful, what's so important that you can’t look where you were going?" He asked her, seeing the slight blush on her face.
"It's nothing really, just reading a text from my sister. H-how are you doing?" She swallowed hard, feeling her stomach flip from looking into his green eyes.
"I'm good, just finished my last scenes and ready to get the heck out of dodge for a while. What about you?" He smiled, and her heart skipped thousands of beats.
"Moose decided for me that I needed to be joining everyone down in Texas for Christmas hiatus. So, I am about to hit the mall. I have nothing but jeans and rock band t-shirts to wear." She giggled hearing her cell go off with another text from her sister taking away her smile.
"There's nothing wrong with jeans and rock band t-shirts, I have quite a few myself, and sometimes that's all I want to wear. Especially, wearing Dean's flannels all the time, t-shirts are always welcomed."
"Yeah, I can see that. If you’re not busy, you're welcome to join me." She secretly prayed to herself he would.
"If you promise to tell me what your sister told you in that text to make you upset."
She smiled at him, "Deal, meet me by my car in about ten?"
He nodded his head to acknowledge her, gave a wink, then walked towards his trailer to get out of his Dean clothes and change into something more comfortable. Y/N went to her trailer and paced a bit; she couldn't believe that she was going to spend some time with Jensen. They never really had a moment together alone, because Jared was always there with them wherever they went. So this was going to be a treat for her.
Jensen was leaning back on the hood of her car with his arms crossed over his chest, but that changed when he saw her walk out of her trailer. She stopped on the top step to throw her bag over her shoulder. Just as she did, the wind blew by her. Y/N's long brown hair fluttered to the side of her, making Jensen's heart stop. He uncrossed his arms and stood straight as he watched her walk towards him. His heart pounded in beat with her walk.
Jensen had always felt something for her, since the day she had joined the cast. But he never acted on it, for reasons he kept to himself. The chemistry between her character and Dean had made their friendship easy. However, Jensen wasn't sure if she had felt the same way. But seeing her confident and bold just now made his heart rethink his feelings to speak up, and see where it could go between them when the time was right.
She stopped in front of him, "Hey, you ok?"
"Yeeeah, I'm ok. Why wouldn't I be?" He walked over to the passenger side of her SUV.
"I dunno, you just look distracted, that's all."
"Nope, all good. Let's go have some fun." He raised his eyebrows at her, with a big goofy grin, tapped the rooftop of the SUV, then got into the vehicle.
The ride to the mall was comfortable, it wasn't annoying or silenced. It was fun, and Jensen's company made Y/N's nerves go away. She loved how he would tap at the dashboard on a song he recognized, or point out certain things where they filmed before her arrival. They were having fun and driving to the mall didn't take such a long time as it usually would have.
She parked the car and turned to look at him. "Are you sure you're ready to go in there? That place," she pointed in front of them. "That's packed with fans who will recognize you?" She chuckled.
Jensen looked at her, then looked at the mall. With a wink, he pulled out one of his caps and put it on. "Now, I am ready."
Y/N got out of the car laughing, "Jensen, they are going to eat you alive."
He walked around to join her. "That's why I got you, my bodyguard." He smiled and took her hand as they walked towards the building.
Walking, she tilted her head sideways a bit to look at him. "Well, you're in luck, Ackles. I happen to know a few moves that can get us out of a sticky situation if need be."
"Alrighty then, let's do this." He held their hands up together in the air as if he was ready to conquer the world.
After a two and a half hour visit to the mall, Jensen was never so excited to see his trailer again. Once inside, he flopped down so hard on the couch that dust from under it puffed outwards. "Geez Jensen, do you ever clean up around here?" Y/N chuckled as she fanned the dust from her.
"Hey, I clean all the time, so don't go there." He pointed his finger at her making her laugh.
Just as she sat down at the table just as Jared walked in, "Hey, where have you two been? I've been looking everywhere for you." He sat next to Jensen after helping himself to a beer from the fridge.
"Dude!" Jensen slapped at Jared’s hand as he sat too close to him. "We were at the mall, Y/N needed clothes." He chuckled remembering what happened also.
"What's so funny Ackles?" Y/N asked him as she went through her bag of clothes trying to hide the other items.
He gave her a cheeky grin as he sat up straight, "Just remembering what else is in that bag."
She rolled her eyes, "Don't you even say anything, your dead if you do Jay."
If the look on her face at the time could kill, it would have. Jensen just cleared his throat and stood to get another beer. "Oh no, you can't do that to me," Jared spoke up. "What happened?”
Jensen couldn't help but tell Jared.
flashback
After hitting a couple of shops Y/N found a few outfits she could take with her to Texas, thanks to Jensen's help. Ironically, there were only maybe two or three fans who had recognized them and they took the time to talk with them. Y/N then saw Victoria Secrets to the right of where they were standing, thinking that she could sneak off to get a few things without Jensen seeing, she started to walk over. But, to her surprise, Jensen caught up with her.
"Hey, sneaking off without me huh?" His arm slightly brushed up against hers.
She stopped walking to look at him, "I kind of need to go into a store that I don't think you need to follow." She stood there biting her bottom lip.
"It's ok Y/N, I've been in every store this mall has, including Victoria Secrets." He grinned at her.
"I'm afraid to ask why you been in Victoria secrets." She rolled her eyes and continued to walk in, then stopped, pointing her finger at him. "Don't you dare embarrass me, Ackles."
"I wouldn't dream of it," he said with a raised eyebrows and a cheeky smile.
They walked around a bit, and Y/N noticed Jensen wasn't with her. She closed her eyes a moment to stop a heat of embarrassment she knew was about to happen.
"Y/N! Look!" Came Jensen from behind her.
Nervously, she slowly turned around muttering, "Please don't, please don't." But that all changed when she saw him. "Jensen! Seriously? I told you don't embarrass me." She palmed her forehead, then dared to get closer to him.
Jensen giggled and wondered how far he could take this with you, to get a rise out of you. When he saw her reaction which is what he was hoping for, he had to stifle back a laugh. Jensen was holding up some vibrating edible undies, and you could hear the vibrator going off. "You know babe," He raised his voice a bit. "We could buy a pair or two, they would look amazing on you." He wiggled his eyebrows at her as he held them up. "You want to try them on?"
She looked around to see people staring at her, she felt her face turn three shades of red. She felt the temperature in her body grow the more she looked at him. She wanted to slap him, to punch him, to do whatever she could to get him back, but all she did was go over to him, snatched the vibrating underwear out of his hands quickly and put them back down on the table. "You, Jensen Ackles, are a dead man, got it?" She gave him a look, then proceeded to the checkout.
"Oh my god, I wished I could have been there to see your face Y/N." Jared was laughing so hard that he was doubled over holding his stomach.
Y/N got up from the bench seat by the table, grabbed her bag in haste, then looked at them both. "I really hate you, both of you." She muttered as she left the trailer for hers.
Jensen got up from the couch and went to stop her, she was halfway to her trailer when he grabbed her by the elbow and turned her to face her. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, look at me." She refused to look him in the eyes, and kept her head down towards the ground. "Y/N, hey. I'm so sorry I didn't mean to embarrass you, it was just all fun honestly." He touched the side of her cheek with the back of his hand. He was expecting to see an angry, red-faced Y/N, but what he saw was totally opposite. It was wet, and he knew she’d been crying, he felt guilty and wanted to apologize.
Her heartbeat picked up when he did that, she felt all hot and bothered on the inside like someone had turned the heat up to 120 degrees. "You embarrassed me Jensen, I know you guys like to prank people. I get it, I really do. I know how you and Jared are, yeah it was funny. In the long run i’ll laugh about it. But at the time it was embarrassing when people were looking at me to see what i’d do. But ask yourself, would you have done that if you knew I loved you." She broke free from his hold and walked quickly away from him and to her trailer, leaving a stunned Jensen behind.
