Regulus: Can You Stop Talking Abt Me, Reggie This Reggie That. In Ten Years You Won’t Remember My Last

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The Rings

Summary: You Bucky, get ready to make the mission seem more realistic.

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You were an amazing spy, causing the downfall of empires, assuming identities that got you what you wanted and getting people to confess to all their sins with a pretty face and cunning mind was second nature to you, so you couldn't figure out why it was so damn hard for you to even begin to think about going on this mission with Bucky.

Everything about this felt off to you. The way that there was quite literally no one else to go on this mission except for you and him in a building full of secret agents and spies. Something about it seemed suspicious.

Another thing that felt weird was how the identities you had to assume were those of a husband and wife. A rich businessman husband who was sort of a recluse and a socialite wife who had been living in Italy, away from the social world, for the past couple of years and were now going to attend a mystery auction.

Of course the contents of the auction were no mystery to either you. You knew excatly what was going to happen, at what time and with whom. The only problem was getting in close enough to stop it from happening, that is where your covers came in.

"Hello, earth to Y/N. You still with us." Sam waved his hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your thoughts. You were all waiting on the helipad for the quinjet to land to wisk you both off to Paris. Bucky was on your right, a few steps behind, scoffing audibly. Sam was standing to your left, trying to get you attention. "You okay? Thoight we lost you for a second."

"I'm fine Sam. Thank you." You gave him a soft smile, lightly touching his arm as a way of showing gratitude.

This made the former assassin besides you scoff and roll his eyes once again, even more than before.

Turing towards him, arms now folded in front of you. "You got something to say Barnes?"

"You're distracted." He mumbled lowly. "How're you gonna do this mission if you're so distracted?"

"I am not distracted." You replied, now it was your turn to roll your eyes.

"Sure." He replied, dragging out the last syllables.

"What's your problem?"

"You." He answered with a smug expression taking over his face.

"Okay, you know what Barnes-" You were about to go off and smash his face in, but the loud sound of the quinjet and the the winds that followed saved him.

"Okay kids, have fun." Sam said loudly over all the noise as you and Bucky started walking into it. "Please do not rip each others heads off before you even reach the hotel. And remember, you're in love."

With that Sam was gone and you were in the air. You two would fly overnight to an airbase just outside the French capital and be accompanied by a few undercover shield agents to the hotel where you would assume the identities of the wealthy couple.

You took the seat opposite from Bucky, putting as much distance between you two as possible. To pass the time, you read and then re-read the case files you were given, trying to memorize every detail of your cover stories and the faces of the people you might encounter there. During the entrie time your head was down, Bucky was staring at you with so much intensity that you feared he might burn holes in your head.

Having had enough, you looked up from the file and directly at him. "Sam's right you know, you do have a staring problem."

"I don't have a staring problem." He argued. "There's just nothing else to look at in here."

"Then just close your eyes and go to sleep." You offered options to get him to stop staring at you.

"No." He grunted, and for a second his expression changed from his usual blank one to one with a slight wince in his eyes. You didn't know what it meant, but I couldn't have been good.

"Well then" You started, thinking what else was there form him to do. "Why don't you read the file again?" You offered him the file, having read it multiple times, thinking it'll keep him occupied and you could get in a little nap.

"I've read it." He grunted once again.

"Well then read it again."

"I've read it ten times over, I think I'm good."

"Oh really?" You raised an eyebrow, questioning his validity as a playful smirk took over Bucky's face.

"Quiz me sweetheart." He challenged and you accepted in a second, getting ready to annihilate him.

"Alright then, first question." You cleared your throat, eyes fearce with completion. "How did Mr. and Mrs. Smith meet?"

"Childhood friends, know each other since they you were 7 and I was 9." He replied in a blink of an eye.

"When did we start dating?"

"When we were both in college." With the speed by which Bucky was replying, you felt it might be harder to defeat him than you thought.

"What's my favorite movie?" You countered quickly.

"When Hally met Sally." He answered correctly. Not only was it Mrs. Smith's favorite movie, it was also yours. Sam had added some personal elements in your cover stories to make it easier for you both to relate to the them. "Which is a disgusting rom-com might I add."

"How dare you?" You gasped. "It is the greatest movie ever made, it set the bar for all modern rom-coms." Bucky smirked boldly as you spoke, causing you to stop mid sentence. "Have you even see it?"

"Nope." He replied, popping the last letter just to agitate you. "Ask the next question."

"Dickhead." You mumbled and got to the next question. "Where and when was our first date?"

"Some fancy restaurant seven years ago."

"Be more specific." You grilled.

"We went to a restaurant of your choice, had a nice dinner, got ice cream and then I walked you back to your dorm."

Bucky's smugness just increased, knowing that he was getting all the answers right. Before you could ask any more questions, he leaned forward and took the file from your hands. "My turn to ask the questions now."

"Bring it on grandpa." You said, folding your hands I'm front of you.

"What's my favorite colour?" He asked, head down, flipping through the pages.

"Black." You replied instantly. "Cause you're a basic bitch." You coughed out the last part making Bucky roll his eyes.

"What's my favorite movie?"

"The godfather."

"How old was I when I took over the family business?"

"25 in human years, a thousand in yours." You quipped, a proud smile taking over your face. If there was something you loved, it was making jokes on how old Bucky actually was, your only source of true happiness.

All you got in reply was the super soilder rolling his eyes. For a split second you thought to yourself how his eyes would look rolling to the back of his head out of pleasure, but you pulled your mind out of the alley of sinful thoughts just as quickly as you'd got into it.

This back and forth continued for the rest of the night, both of you relentlessly grilling the other one with obscure details.

"Alright ok, last question." You cleared you throat, leaning forward with your elbows on your knees hands supporting your face. "When did you know you loved me?"

What followed wasn't a quick rehearsed answer, rather it was utter silence, the only sound in the air was the hum of the quickjet. Bucky face suddenly went blank, an unreadable expression taking over his face. For a second you feared you might have broken the guy, but before you could say anything he spoke up.

"That's not written in the file." His voice had returned to the gaurded, gruff voice it usually was and the playful teasing one was gone. You wondered if you'd ever hear that voice again.

"Someone can ask you that, you never know." You replied cautiously, sitting up string now. The shift in the air was evident. For a moment you both had forgotten you hated each other and were getting along in a way that would make Steve proud. But now that was gone, and what was left in its place was the previous animosity and awkwardness.

"I don't know." He grunted out, moving his head away, looking anywhere but you.

"I guess I win then." You whispered.

His eyes snapped to yours, burning bright and blue with something you couldn't place. "I guess you do."

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You had planned to get some sleep on the plane ride, but because of the game you started playing, you didn't sleep a wink. When you finally reached the airbase, you were greeted by two agents who gave you both different clothes to wear and informed you that you'd be leaving for the hotel in 20 minutes.

You took turns using the quinjets bathroom, changing into expensive, designer clothes that almost made you look out of place. Bucky had gone first, not taking too much time slipping into his pressed baby blue shit and dress pants. You took a bit more time getting ready and into the car. Once you two were settled, you started the car ride.

"You look nice." Bucky whispered, leaing over closer to you.

You were surprised to hear the word come out of his mouth, the mouth of the man who made it clear he would much rather be anywhere but here with you. The man you wanted to punch the living daylights out of at any given moment.

"Getting soft on me Barnes?" You masked your initial surprise with a quick wit.

"Just getting into character doll." He answered smoothly, turning his head to look out the window, leaving you red faced. You two sat silently for the rest of the journey, and somewhere during the long ride, you fell victim to sleeps atack.

When you finally woke up, the first thing you noticed was the smell of a strong musky cologne and the second thing was the firmness under your head.

"Hey, wake up. We're here." Bucky said gently coaxing you out of slumber. You mumbled something incoherent and pushed your face further into the nape of his neck. But when his strong smell filled your nose even harder, you instantly woke up, realising close you'd been.

"Sorry." You said, bliking to get the sleep out of your eyes.

"It's alright." He reassured you and then reached out into his pocket to get something. "I forgot to give you this in the plane. Tony had these especially made for us."

He handed you a little eyed box and upon opening it you found a beautiful ring with a beautiful blue sapphire and a gold band supporting it. It immideatly reminded you of Bucky's eyes. He took the ring out of the box and delicately slipped it onto your left hands ring finger.

The moment felt suffocating, as if you were going to die because of how fast your heart was beating. Deep down you didn't want it to end.

"Where's yours?" You asked, looking at his metal and flesh hands closely.

Bucky slipped a hand under his shirt and pulled out a chain which had a simple gold band attached to it at the end. "He made yours much more beautiful than mine." Bucky joked, or at least tried to. But you anxiety about the mission didn't allow you to understand humor. He understood it perfectly, if there was someone who understood how scary it was going undercover it was him. So to sooth your nerves, he gently rubbed his fingers over the back of your left hand, stopping to fidget with your ring.

"Ready Mrs. Smith?"

"Ready Mr. Smith."

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Reckless.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Life was good and bad at the same time. For me, it was the former, but for my best friend, I can't say the same thing. It was a few hours ago when I had got the alarming text, which led me here. Outside Y/N's door, begging for her to open and tell me exactly what had happened.

"Y/N/N, please. Please open up. Tell me what happened. I can fix. And if I can't I'll try to help you. Please just open up." I said as I sighed leaning my head against the door. "Please. You know this is New York. They'll throw me out of the building if I don't shut up. Hell, they'll yeet me off of the face of the earth."

"If you're so scared you should just go. I didn't even want you here." She finally replied. after hours.

"Reall?" I questioned turning my body and sliding down the door. "Then why did you send me that text."

"I didn't mean to. It was for someone else." She said. This time it sounded like she was near the door as well.

"Who was that meant for then?"

"My other friend."

"You don't have any friends except for me." I countered her statement only to hear radio silence on the other side of the door. After a few seconds, while I was not paying attention, the door opened abruptly, making me fall on my back.

"I hate it that you know me so well." She said. And for the first time that day, I saw my bestie. She was wearing her usual shorts and an oversized T-shirt. She looked exactly the same, except for the fact that she was surrounded by beer bottles and had red puffy eyes.

"Why is there so much booze around here?'' I questioned standing up and turning around to see that she was already on the sofa with a bottle in her hand. What's wrong?"

"You don't need to be here. I'm fine with my beers and my tears and my candles."She said taking a big sip from her bottle. And just then I noticed a candle sitting a little too close to the curtains.

"Doll are you crazy?" I said walking over to the candle and blowing it out. "I hope you do know that you can die because of a fire. What happened?"

"You were right, he's a dick. A dick who cheated on me." She said as if it was obvious I knew who she was talking about, whereas I had no clue whatsoever.

"Okay, Y/N, you're scaring me a little, and I don't get scared too easily. So now why don't you put away your bottle, sit straight, and tell me what the hell happened?"

Clearing her throat and doing what I told her to she started " Barandon, the dick, who I was dating for the past five months has been cheating on me. While I was thinking he was the one, he was out there fucking some girl, who apparently also had no idea about me."

"I knew it. I knew he was doing something fishy." I said jumping out off the seat I was siting on and walking over to the big couch. Kneeling down to Y/N's eye level, I pushed some of the hair out of her hair and started "He is an asshole. You deserve so much better darling, so much better. You know when I see him, I'll kill me. No u really will. I don't care weathe I go to jail. He's dead."

"It's fine Buck." Y/N said with tears forming in her eyes. "I just- how could I be so blind."

By now the tears from her eyes were falling like raindrops on a metal roof. Without a seconds hesitation, I sliced up on the couch and held her in my arms as she let it all out.

"He said he'd never hurt me, but here we are." She said laughing a little. "How could, how could he be so reckless with my heart."

"I don't know, doll. I just don't know."

Getting up from my arms, wiping her tears she said "I'm so done with let downs and heartbreaks. I'm never ever evre falling in love again."

"Hey don't say that. You deserve to fall in love. If jot woth Brandon, then with someone who will treat you well and adore you and cherish you forever and ever." I said pulling her back in and kissing her head a little while trying to calm you down.

"What would I do without you?" She questioned a little later. By then my eyelids were starting to feel a little heavy, so insted of giving her a whole samn speech on how she would have died without me, I just said -

"I don't know."

james went through five stages of grief over the years of wolfstar’s pining

James Bond X William Brandt

Well… He said he would seduce the rich guy. haha

A kiss to build a dream on

Regulus's POV

Since the Yull ball is approaching everyone needs to have dates and to say that this whole school has been filled with nothing but teenager's hormones running wild would not even sum it up. All the guys are way to busy checking out the girls asses and all the girls are giggly and smilely. It's disgusting.

"So who're you gonna go with?" Asked Evan.

"I don't know. I probably won't even go?" I replied while walking towards the carriages which will take us to Hogsmeade.

"What?" He asked loudly. "Why?"

"I don't know. guess I just don't want to go."

"Why do want to deprive the ladies of a night out with the hot young Mr. Black?" He said wiggling his eyebrows.

"I just do not know, okay Evan."

"You wanna go with her don't you?" He asked stopping abruptly.

Stopping as well I asked "Who are you talking about?"

"Her." He said pointing at Y/N Potter who was walking along her friend laughing and holding a book in her hand. My silence was exactly the answer he needed.

"How do you know?" I asked as we started walking again.

"I'm not as blind as Luscious." He replied as we reached the only carriage. "Go tall to her."

"What?" I asked as he pushed me towards Y/N who was standing alone now.

"Hey Y/N" I said as I reached her. "Everything okay?"

"Oh, yeah yeah everything's fine." She replied and when she spoke it was as if the angels had spoken.

"Where're your friends?" I asked.

"With the Gryffindor golden boys. They took the carriage. Do you mind if I sit with you and your friend?" She asked and without a moments hesitation I said-

"No, not at all."

As we all sat down in the carriage, Y/N sat next to me and Evan in front of us. Half of the journey was filled with awkward silence till Evan said.

"So how do you know dear little Reggie here?"

"Um.. we met while doing our rounds." She replied.

"Oh we actually met on the train, remember. You were reading Little women and I said that I liked Amy and Laurie better and you absolutely freaked out." I corrected her.

"I did not freak out." She fake gasped while looking at me. "I just didn't like your opinion."

"Well it's changed now?" I replied.

"And who's that because of?" She said while weirdly wiggling her eyebrows. God she looks like a dream.

"You even remember how you met?" Said Even. "You are simping my friend." He said chuckling while I just burned hot red.

"Aww are you simping for me?" Asked Y/N with a smile on her face and her baby voice on.

"In your dreams Potter." I replied.

She just laughed and then turned her head towards Evan "I'm sorry, I didn't really catch you name."

"Oh its Evan." He replied.

"Nice to meet you Evan." She said with a smile.

"So Potter, have you gotten around to knowing what's in the golden egg you stole from the dragon?"

"Well my friends and I, we opened it but it was just screeching." She replied.

"Well if you are in an enchanted competition, then surely the clues you get would be enchanted as well." I said.

"We thought so to, but we just didn't get the answer."

"Don't worry, you will."

When we reached Hogsmeade I really wanted to go with Y/N but I had no idea what Evan would think. Before I could open my mouth to ask him he said "Go. I'll cover for you."

"Thank you, so much." I said walking towards Y/n. "I owe you."

"Yeah you do." He replied.

When I reached her I took the book from her hand and read out loud "The Great Gatsby. What's this about?"

"Many things." She replied.

"Do you have to meet your friends?" I asked.

Before she could answer her friend, Ethan came up to her and said "I know you wanted to got o your music shop today, but your brother and his friends have invited us to hang out with them and your brother and his friends are really hot."

"What are you trying to say?" Y/N asked.

"I'm saying that we want to spend time with them, so you can join if you want."

"I think I'm fine. I'll stay with Regulus today." She declined Ethan's offer.

"Okay cool, but just know that James will not be happy." He said wile walking away looking at us.

"James can piss off."

With that we both started walking. Not really sure where we were going as I had not seen this place before, I asked "Where exactly are we going?"

"Miles's music store. Have you ever been there?"

"No. I haven't even heard about it before.

"Ohhh we are defiantly going now." She said as she took my hand in hers and ran to a little shop at the end of the village. When we went inside there was no one there.

"Um.. where is the owner?" I questioned.

"Oh he would probably be in the back. Don't worry, he won't say anything." She said as she started looking through all the albums that were kept there.

I moved to one of the shelves and started looking at them as well. I didn't really know any of these artists because all I was allowed to listen to was classical music.

"Ah ha." Said Y/N as she turned around with an album in her hand. It read La Via En Rose. "This is absolutely amazing. Its one of my favourite albums ever."

"I've never heard of it." I said as I followed her to the big gramophone in the middle of the shop, hidden from the outside world.

"What kind of music do you listen to?" She asked as she got ready to play the songs.

"I-I really don't listen to music at all." And with that she stopped doing what she was and started at me with shock on her face.

"Why?" She asked in a soft voice.

"My parents think that the only music that deserves to be heard is classical. They don't like anything else and because of that I can't listen to anything at all." I replied looking at my shoes.

She put one hand under my chin which mad me look up and said "Well let's change that shall we"

After a few minutes of listening to songs, I was having the time of my life. She was sitting on one of the big armchairs reading her book peacefully as I was stretched out on the bigger sofa, listing to the deep voice of Louis Armstrong soaking up the words.

As the piano in a song started I heard a gasp from Y/N. Looking up at her I saw her mouthing the words to the song. Seeing the way she was bopping her head to the song, I got up and made my way to her.

Standing in front of her I put out my hands and said - "May Ihave this dance mademoiselle?"

"I don't know how to dance." She said.

"Don't worry. I'll help" I said having her hand in one of mine and putting the other on her waist.

"Put your other hand on my shoulder and don't look down."

Give me a kiss to build a dream on

And my imagination will feed my hungry heart

Leave me one thing before we part

A kiss to build a dream on

As we were dancing I couldn't help but admire her face. I may have been staring too long as she looked up at me with a weird expression.

With the sweet words and strong voice of Louis Armstrong, my eyes trailed down to her lips, so perfect. I couldn't begin to think how sweet they would taste or how soft they would be.

Looking in her eyes again I was asking for permission. Permission to fell he close to me, permission to know how it feels to be kissed not because someone wants to fuck you but because someone actually likes you for you. Her answer was nothing but her leaning in closer to me.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I felt her lips on mine. As soon as they touched fireworks exploded all around us, violins started playing, it was the perfect scene out of a movie. But perfect things can't stay perfect for long.

"Hey. Who's in-" we heard a voice and puled apart. "Oh my sweet baby Jesus."

As we looked at the place where the voice was coming from, we saw a short man with a big beer belly and few hair on his head. He had the expression of shock on his face.

"Y/N" He gasped. "What are you doing here?"

"Snogging." Said another voice that belonged to a women with short blond hair and green eyes. "Hi."

"Hi, Daisy." Said Y/N in a small voice.

"Who's your friend?" The man asked.

"Um.. This is Regulus. Regulus this is Miles and this is Daisy." She said pointing at them as she spoke.

"I had no idea you were coming tomorrow." Said Miles as he walking around to the desk he had and rummaged through it. "If I did I would have kept the mix tape I made for you outside."

"It's alright Miles." She said. "I sold get going anyway."

"Yeah you gotta go and snog your friend don't you?" Said Daisy which made both Y/N and me flush.

"I'll see you next time I come here." Said Y/N walking out with me following her out. "Bye."

We walked in silence a bit as we were roaming the vacant streets of hidden parts of Hogsmeade. Soon it became very awkward. Deciding to break the silence I started "So um.. should we talk about what happened?"

"I- I don't know what to say." She replied.

"Was I that bad?"

"No. Not at all. I just have no clue where this leaves us, because we don't know each other that well. I mean yeah I know that you are the prefect of your house and that you have shitty friends but I don't what your favourite colour."

Chuckling I replied "If you give me a chance, and that's a very big if, I can tell you everything you need to know." I said standing close to her.

"Everything?" She whispered coming near as well.

"Everything."

A/N-

Happy New Year everyone!!!!!!!!

[credits to ricstappen]

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