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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cxli || cursed birthday
Birthdays feel strange nowadays. Maybe it's because they're getting older, or maybe because of everything that's going wrong isn't he world. It feels odd to wake up peacefully on her birthday, no James screaming through a microphone, no singing toads hidden in her wardrobe. Just the birds singing outside and the trees rustling in the summer breeze.
Maria can feel Regulus' breath against her shoulder as his forehead rests against the back of her neck, his messy curls tickling the skin. His thumb is tracing shapes on the skin of her hip subconsciously as he sleeps peacefully.
Maria snuggles further into the quilts, hearing Nova cooing quietly in her cot, signalling that she's awake yet not disturbed as she flings a grey teddy bear that Sirius bought her around slowly.
Regulus' arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to him and she can hear him inhale tiredly as he stirs awake. The moment is bittersweet as they stay silent, in that place between being awake and asleep, just conscious enough to acknowledge one and other.
Slowly, Maria rolls over in his arms, resting her hand gently on his jaw and tracing her thumb over his cheekbone softly. She watches as his lips twitch into a small smile as she presses a kiss to his chin before snuggling further into his comfortable embrace.
After a few moments of peace, the sun peaking through the curtains that hang over the window and the calming sound of Regulus' heartbeat against her ear, Nova fusses in her cot.
"Probably hungry." Maria whispers, going to get up but Regulus grabs her tight and keeps her on the bed. "Reg."
"I know. I'll get her." Regulus presses a kiss to Maria's forehead. "Happy birthday, my love."
"You're still older." Maria sticks her tongue out at him as he shrugs some tartan pants over his underwear and kisses her shoulder quickly before wandering over to Nova's cot.
"Morning, sweetheart." Regulus hushes the baby as he lifts her from the cot, pulling her small form into his chest and presses light kisses to the side of her head as he wanders over to Maria. "I told everyone to come later. Anything for breakfast?"
"Hmm. . .surprise me?" Maria smiles cheekily making Regulus sigh exasperatedly as he gently rests Nova in Maria's arms. "I can't wait until she's six months so that we don't have to do this anymore." Maria says with a lazy smile as Regulus unclasps her bra with a chuckle.
"You're so pretty." Regulus whispers in awe, watching as Maria rubs her tired eye with her free hand whilst her other arm supports Nova. Maria smiles sheepishly at him, shaking her head and he nods exaggeratedly.
"I'm still worried." Maria admits, referring to the previous month when Voldemort and his pure blood fanatics left a disturbing message for her in the ruins of Hogsmead Village. "It's just. . .we always had so much to lose and now. . ." Maria's glossy eyes move to the child in her arms and Regulus sighs, tracing his thumb across her knee.
