Despite The Fact That Regulus Was Now Twenty-one Years Old And Lived Alone, He Was Not Immune From Being

I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more. R.A.B.

TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET AS PAUL ATREIDES Dune: Part Two dir. Denis Villeneuve

"Oh, my kind have plenty of manners...that doesn't mean I do. We are not all one big werewolf with a hive mind, you are aware of that right? Merlin, what do they teach in that school?" Fenrir asked, closing the door behind Alecto. Every interaction he seemed to have with this woman was laced with bitterness and sarcasm, though he had to admit that he respected her taste for sadism.

Bristling at her judgment of his home, Fenrir rolled his shoulders before he sprawled across the couch - the picture of casualness. "Ah, we can't all have centuries of pureblooded wealth and handed down homes to live in. If it were just me, I'd be quite content in the caves...perhaps I should move back there, I'm less likely to have practically unannounced visits from witches," he said, eyes resting on Alecto.

"I know Angus. Our paths don't cross often, but I know him. What information are you looking for? And why?"

"Here I thought your kind had manners, but I suppose that was a mishap on my part. Do forgive me." A tight smile pulled on her features and she made her way up the stairs into the open door. "I am a witch, very observant of you." Alecto respected what Fenrir could do in a battle, and followed what the dark Lord wished, but otherwise, she found him useless.

Alecto wandered down the hall, turning when she found what was the living area. "How...quaint." With the flick of her hand, wand out, a fire started in the fireplace and she sat in the chair closest to it. "A lot of people seemed to miss their invitation. From what I remember it was our day, not anyone else's."

The witch waited until he came in. "I need to know what you may knw of Angus MacMickey. The Scottish leader."

Fenrir had a feeling that they would end up circling back to the subject of Anders Greyback later on in the evening. He'd expected further questions immediately, but equally he wasn't surprised that Pandora wanted to go straight from business to pleasure. "Oh, he deserved it all and more," Fenrir growled out, his heart black and bitter. Anders had shown Fenrir how not to be a father, and he was grateful that the man would never have a chance to know Magnus.

With hands firmly on Pandora's hips, Fen took the opportunity as she bared her neck to him to press hot kisses down her jawline. He was preparing to apparate them, wanting to get into the privacy of his own home otherwise they would end up just staying here - which, honestly, he wouldn't mind too much either. "My darling, what do we need to do? Can it not be done at home? I'm an impatient man.."

REGULUS BLACK.

"I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret."

— Marauders Era

The owl that he had sent to Alecto earlier in the day had returned without a reply, but Regulus had taken the silence as a yes rather than a no and had prepared enough dinner for two. If Alecto didn't show up then he would simply have enough leftovers to take for lunch to work, but it was rare that Alecto didn't answer a summons from him. At least this time he was offering dinner, rather than an ongoing crisis. If his mother could see him, she would look down her nose at Regulus cooking the 'muggle' way rather than using a house elf, but he found that the methodical nature of it soothed his mind. Two of the artefacts that Regulus had been experimenting on at work were on the sideboard, surrounded by protective enchantments. Alcott had been sniffing around his work too much, and Regulus didn't trust that these artefacts wouldn't go missing if they were left at work. His wards alerted him to Alecto's presence just as Regulus was removing dinner from the oven, and with a small grin, he shouted "I'm in the kitchen." @alectocarrowx

“he is an unyielding cornerstone made of steel and he would never shatter.”

— somewhere to begin, s.k (via somewheretobeginnovel)

Fenrir couldn't stop the look of absolute bafflement on his face as the woman rambled about protective whiskey. "The only thing this whiskey is protecting me from is the Christmas crowds, and it's giving me a cheerful mood," he said, tone laced with sarcasm. At her next question, Fen tilted his head slightly, considering the words. "Whiskey makes me feel good. I don't need to worry about being seen, I seem to attract attention wherever I go without me working for it."

"Huh." The sound came out a soft note, permeated with sincere interest. "Amber's thought to ward off negative energy. Maybe that whiskey's protecting you from something," she said, writing something else down before throwing the quill in the depths of her handbag, folding the napkin up and putting it in her pocket. "Did it make you feel good when I did? Did you feel seen?" A gentle tug pulled the corners of her lips into a small smirk.

At Pandora's murmured words, Fenrir thought that summed them up. They were a pair of unusual people, who found peace amongst nature and were somewhat different to their peers. It was a stray encounter in the woods that had brought them together, and they had been colliding ever since. Humming a small noise of affirmation at the possession in her tone, a small smile tugged at his lips before it disappeared again. There weren't many witches bold enough to try and tame him, never mind asserting her possession of him - even if just for an evening.

"I'm a selfish man. I know what I want, and I take it," he whispered against her soft skin, nipping ever so gently before he kissed her again. A small growl of discontent sounded in his throat as she reminded him that there were still things to do before he could indulge, and he pulled back slightly otherwise he would lose himself in the witch in front of him. "I will hold that promise as seriously as if we had made an unbreakable vow."

If he'd thought for a moment, he should have separated them so that Pandora wouldn't be entirely caught in his hold while he was paralysed. If something went wrong, she would need to be able to undo it. Fenrir himself wasn't entirely sure what his darkest secret could be, but he felt a pressure in his throat almost like sickness threatening to come out. He couldn't move, couldn't relieve the pressure in any way other than to open his mouth and talk. "I killed my father when I was fifteen, and I have not regretted it once. His body is somewhere in the Scottish highlands, nobody has tried to look for him."

Almost as quickly as his muscles had seized up, he began to relax again and he let go of the clock. Quirking his eyebrow in interest, Fenrir considered the words he had just spoken. "I haven't spoken of my father for over a decade."

The fact that Pandora felt the same about Fenrir should have set sirens off in her head, warning her that this could only end in disaster, but for the first time, in her life, she felt seen. The witch grew up around pureblood standards, but felt she slipped through the cracks with the way she saw the world and the hobbies that intrigued her. Her parents concerned laid on her brother, in search of the perfect pureblood witch to marry him to. "Here I am, continuing to find my way into the woods and into your arms." She was determined to live in the moment and worry about nothing more. "I will take that, you being mine for tonight." A satisfied tone in her words. More meaning behind it than she had realised.

"You never do play fair." A soft whisper rolling from her tongue. The more time they spent together, the more she found it hard to resist his charm, and seductive ways, and at times she didn't want to. "I promise, once we finish, you can have me in all the ways you do," she stated, a promise she would keep.

Pandora would prove that she was worth him trusting her, knowing her actions would be more what he needed from her than her words. Her kind were surely look down at him, convinced they did now, but he she knew from what her brother would talk about, was that they were important allies for the cause. A sigh spilled free when he returned the kiss, eyes sparkling with excitement when he agreed to hold the clock for her.

She was not expecting him to do so right away, caught between his arms and the clock, she cared only for his reaction than the object. He would feel his muscles begin to lock into place, a sudden desire building up at the back of this throat, a need to express his darkest secret, and he would not be free from his paralysed shackles until he spoke his truth aloud.