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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lxxi||unrequited or requited love
"What the. . ?" Maria grumbles, rubbing her eyes and feeling a banging headache wash over her making her close her eyes tightly and fall back to wherever she was previously lay, it feeling soft and comfortable. She slowly opens her eyes, looking left and seeing Regulus Black, sleeping beside a roaring fire, beside her being a large sofa and blankets and pillows scattered beneath the two. A quilt is draped over their naked bodies, Maria smiling slightly and biting her bottom lip.
Remembering.
She remembers having way more than one too many of Stan's drinks and Alyssa and Stanley disappearing drunkenly whilst Regulus brought her somewhere else. She remembers the moans and the gasps, the pain and the pleasure.
She looks at Regulus, looking so perfect in the dim light from the dancing orange flames, noticing the red nail marks down his shoulders and scrunching her nose slightly. His hair, looking black in the darkness of the room, is a perfect mess and some curls falling over his face. Maria sits up, holding the quilt at her bare chest as her fingers softly trace over the serpent-skull mark on his left forearm, sighing deeply to herself.
"I'm sorry." Regulus mumbles and she sniffles quickly, shaking her head and she slowly sits up, staring into her amber looking eyes before looking down at his pale arm. "I should've tried."
"No—no." Maria shakes her head, grabbing his face in her hands forcing him to look at her before pressing her lips against his firmly, Regulus placing his hand on her jaw as she does. "I—you're perfect. I love you. Stop—I'm not going to suddenly leave because you're. . ."
"A death-eater?"
"Yeah." Maria huffs, Regulus' lips twitching. "Besides, it adds to your bad boy effect."
"Shut. . .up." Regulus chuckles, pulling her lips into his again and she laughs into the kiss, letting the quilt fall from her chest, not even caring about her chest being exposed as ethereal cool air forces goosebumps to rise on the surface of her fair skin.
Regulus' lips twitch into a smirk when he sees the love bites he'd left all over her breasts and stomach, slight bite marks here and there. He notices the red marks on her neck in the shape of his hand as well as bruises on her hips.
Remembering himself losing it at the mere sight of her in the firelight, her dress strap handing off her shoulder and the hickeys from their moment in the bathroom scattered over her neck and shoulders. Remembering ripping the dress from her body and watching as her eyes rolled back in pleasure; watching her eyes fill with tears as she begged him to let her finish.
