philophobia-the fear of falling in love
or becoming emotionally connected
to someone...
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This is a story you've heard before, passed down through generations, about a young girl and a young boy who utterly despise each other.
Then, somehow, t...
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"Morning." Regulus smiles as Maria trudges into the kitchen where Regulus is stood shirtless with only his tartan pyjama pants on, his dark hair even more messy than usual. The Potter girl smiles as he places his hand on her jaw and kisses her temple when she approaches him and she looks and sees he's making French toast making her smile.
"Eggy bread?" Maria whispers and he shrugs his shoulders with a sheepish smile.
"We ate it a lot at Andy's." Regulus says, flipping the bread on the pan. "Dora loves it. I got a letter this morning actually, Dora wants us to visit them soon."
Maria chuckles, "we can go whenever." She says, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind him and resting her head on his back. "Can you believe we actually have to work now, it's so annoying."
"I said we didn't have to." Regulus says in an 'I told you so' tone and she rolls her eyes. "But you said, and I quote, 'I hate that we don't have to work for anything' and that you need to feel useful."
"And I was correct." Maria mumbles, closing her eyes and tightening her grip around his bare stomach, her fingers gently tracing the lightly visible abs on his stomach. "I start my auror training later today and you have that stupid job which I hate you doing by the way!"
Regulus had signed up to gathering as much information as he can for aurors like Mad-Eye from the death-eaters, things like whereabouts they're planning their next attacks and all sorts of things like that. When Maria had found out about his new role she was completely lost for words and told him that it's way too dangerous but he had simply hushed her and told her that everything is controlled by the order and he's perfectly safe.
"I know." Regulus says, turning the gas off the oven and turning to her, sighing and tucking some hair behind her ear. "But it's just until the end of this stupid war. Don't worry."
"I'm always worried about you." Maria sighs and Regulus grins softly, kissing her forehead firmly and handing her a plate with two pieces of French toast on them. "I could get used to this."
"Me too." Regulus sighs as they sit in the kitchen counter and eat their breakfast, Regulus laughing when Maria clumsily misses her mouth after attempting to shove a rather large piece of the bread into it.
The Potter Manor is silent aside from their laughter as Regulus runs after Maria after she had thrown some of the left over egg at him.
"Regulus—no!" Maria cackles as he tackles her to the ground with a loud thump and Maria groans with a giggle as he lands on top of her. He grins as he lifts some of his weight off her, grabbing underneath her chin and pulling her lips onto his firmly.
"Shower with me?"
"Shower. Nothing else." Maria sighs and Regulus rolls his eyes but still grins and helps her back to her feet and into the bathroom. "I have to get dressed. Oh—what am I going to wear? It seems formal but also like. . .we'll be doing a lot of physical work."
