𓏲ּ marauders era oneshots

frosted practices . . . regulus black.

— summary: you were nothing more than overjoyed to accompany regulus at his brothers practice, of course sirius himself not knowing either of you were there, to your knowledge at least— but, you wish it hadn't been so cold. but of course, regulus had a remedy for it.

— word count: 753. warnings: mentions of bad home life, sorta angty but not really. 

— lowercase intended . no features described 

you watched as the warm breath from your lungs became fog in the cool air, your hands rubbing against your arms now textured with goosebumps as it did.

they were the product of your jackets inability to do its job, forgetting how incredibly warm it looked on the outside but acted so the opposite while you were rushing to leave out of your dorm to get here on time— picking out any random things from your closet that soon showed they wouldn't be offering any real protection.

your face had probably lost much color by now, riddled with a grey tint instead of the usual because of the frost of the air sucking out any hydration that used to be.

the tips of your ears colder than ever, despite the scarf that was once only covering your neck but now them too— also forgetting that no matter how neat the stitching looked, the yarn was cheap and the holes far too big for good wear.

but your nose, you knew it was blazing hot, informing you that in rest or maybe even just a few hours, you'd be ill like many others who made the mistake of not dressing well for scottish winter.

you didn't want to tell him though, regulus, standing right beside you hidden in a far corner of the hogwarts bleachers— still being able to see his brother from where you were.

sirius had run away only a few months ago, something that while he was sad, maybe even devastated about— not having the only family he knew cared deeply about him no longer there or being allowed to make contact with him, he refused to be upset.

he was proud of him really, being able to stand up to their parents and finally leave— if he had a chance to do so, be rid of the tainted environment, he would too.

so even with his mother and fathers spats after his departure, wicked burning off of his face from the family tree in the hall that left a tear rolling out of sirius's eye before he slammed the door out and went on his way and, the rest of his family going along with no longer claiming the older 'blood traitoring' black, he would never think of doing such a thing.

even if doing so had to be from a distance neither he nor any of his cousins and other closely connected purebloods could see from.

and you were his girlfriend, the minute he asked you to come along for both comfort and support you didn't think twice but to say yes— knowing it would make him happy just seeing that long forgotten smile on his face again.

but you just wished you had thought out your clothing choices for a second longer because, by the gods and merlin himself, you could feel all of your blood, bones, and skin freezing into place.

"hey, are you alright love?" regulus asked as he moved his attention from the booming laughs of his brother after watching james fall from his broom to you instead.

grin faltering after seeing your shivers, hands cupped over your mouth and nose red enough to be compared to rudolph, all signs that pointed to only going back to the castle and into the warmth of his dorm would help.

"oh yeah, it's just a little frosty out here," you laughed half heartedly, not having much strength to put your full effort into it but hoping that he wouldn't notice— a dumb thought honestly, the boy could notice everything between an upcoming bad mood and a missed meal.

"c'mere, i have an idea."

he moved his arms from being crossed over his body and to taking your hands and pushing them under his shirt, instantly curing them with the warmth of his stomach and chest— you automatically sighing out in relief, letting your arms wrap completely around him to get closer, rolling your eyes at his small laughs as he allowed you to tuck your head into his neck.

"thank you reggie."

"no, thank you for coming out here and everything, shouldn't have let you walk out with proper gear anyways."

you stayed up until about five minutes before the practice ended, not wanting sirius to see as you left, somehow noticing that he already did— the gaze of his brother not being one he could miss but the multiple appreciate glances he sent your way as you were enveloped with each other being ones you did.