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gtgbabie0 · 10 months

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Hi I was wondering if you could possibly make a cute regulus oneshot where regulus is just admiring the reader and compliments them in french knowing the reader doesn't understand. I love your posts so much. Hope you have a good day! 🌷🌟

-Regulus Black x reader

{Regulus loves to whisper French endearments to you}

Thank you lovely! 💕 also if there are any mistakes with the French please let me know and I’ll fix it right away, enjoy lovelies! 💕

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Another sigh falls from your lips as you stretch your arms before laying down against the soft picnic blanket, the feeling of the material against your skin only elicits another sigh which in turn makes Regulus let out a breathy chuckle, looking down at you with soft eyes.

“Are you okay?” He asks pushing your hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear, he smiles, an expression overflowing with love. You look up at him, your hand shielding your eyes from the afternoon sun as it casts down against you both, and you notice the way its orangey light dusts against his skin making him glow, just like an angel.

“Yeah, m’just getting a little tired” you whisper, and you watch as he lays down on his front, chin propped up on his elbows. He looks down at you and there’s something in his expression that melts you completely.

He leans down to press a kiss or two against your jaw and then another to the corner of your mouth, smiling into the small peck. Regulus never fails to make you go all giddy, the small touches and his love-filled eyes, that have you hiding your face behind your hands.

You can hear him 'tut' slightly as his fingers wrap around your wrist, the warmth of his hand against yours as he guides them away from your face.

“There we go,” he says with a smile, the sight has your chest blooming with warmth. He leans into you once again before whispering, “Tu es tres jolie” his lips peppering kisses against your face, and you swear your heart is skipping beats.

The words leave his mouth so beautifully and even if you haven’t the slightest idea of what they mean they still seem so heavenly. In all honesty, he could be insulting you, the thought makes you chuckle.

You watch as he frowns slightly, tilting his head with slight confusion. “You could be insulting me, I would never know,” you tell him, Regulus shakes his head, his curls that frame his face bouncing as he does so.

“I would never” he gasps with fake offence, a hand over his heart, “Je t'aime tellement” he whispers, his hand resting on your hips as he lets his head fall against your shoulder.

“I still don’t understand” Your fingers thread through his wind-tussled hair and you can feel him chuckle against you.

“Do you want me to tell you?” He asks, sitting up slightly as he kisses your cheek, you nod with a small ‘Mhm’

He smiles, excitement flashing through his eyes as he pulls you up, both sitting crossed-legged on top of the soft blanket he whispers a quiet ‘Okay’ before he speaks again, “Tu es tres jolie” he says slowly, breaking down the words for you.

And for what you lack in knowledge of the language you make up for with passion, and he stifles his laughter behind his hand, “Hey! Don’t laugh, I’m trying” you tell him with a slight twinge of embarrassment.

“I’m not laughing at you,” he says taking your hands in his, fingers entwined as he rests them on his lap, “Now listen carefully” he tells you as he repeats the words even more slowly.

“Tu es tres jolie” You give him a weary smile and he nods.

“Perfect” he praises you, his thumb smoothing over the bumps of your knuckles, “It means, you are very pretty” he leans forward pressing his lips against yours, your noses bumping slightly with the action, and his gentle words leave you feeling all floaty.

He doesn’t have time to pull away before your arms wrap around his shoulders pulling him back into you as you kiss him, although it doesn’t last too long as you both end up smiling, which makes you both break out in a fit of giggles.

“Teach me more?” You ask, forehead resting against his.

“Of course beautiful,” he says, and he spends a good hour teaching you, enjoying how interested you seem to be. The sun will eventually set, and both you and Regulus pack away your small picnic into a basket before walking back to your quaint little village house, arms linked.

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ellecdc · 2 months

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Hi! I’m back 😬. I’m still extremely new to requesting so feel no pressure to write this soon. I was thinking of quiet!reader, who gets nervous when she is around Regulus and instantly starts saying the most out of pocket things and being chatty to fill in the silence. Regulus finds this amusing and usually keeps a serious, quiet demeanor to hear the weird things that come out of her mouth. 😊

looolllll the second I got this request it made me think of that Philomena Cunk meme on TikTok where people were like 'me whenever the conversation lulls' - so I had to borrow that quote!!! (let me know if you find it). Thanks so much for requesting babes - hope you love it 🫶

Regulus Black x quiet!fem reader (who can't shut up around him)

The world was out to get you, that much you were certain of. You were certain of this fact because this was the third time this week that your table in the library had somehow attracted the elusive Regulus Arcturus Black.

Usually, this would not be an issue. In fact, one could argue this was a rather nonissue, seeing as you were sort of embarrassingly completely infatuated with the aggravatingly quiet boy in your year.

However, it appeared that the company of one Regulus Arcturus Black short-circuited some fundamental part of your brain which caused you to blurt out the most asinine comments known to all of wizardingkind – neigh – humankind. The universe has never seen the likes of such horrible conversation.

It went a little like this:

Earlier in the week you had set up your arithmancy homework out in front of you at your favourite table in the library. It was your favourite table because it had a window view, but that window view was the least distracting window view in the whole library. It also was the perfect distance to a fireplace, meaning you could manage to stay warm in the stone castle during the cold Scottish winters.

Unfortunately, it seemed, the table didn’t give you a good vantage point to alert you when one Regulus Arcturus Black made an appearance.

“Mind if I sit here?” A quiet voice startled you out of your calculations, causing you to overturn a pot of ink in front of you.

“Fucking Merlin and Morgana! I- oh, erm, uh, no I uhm, fuck.” You sputtered as you split your attention between the boy standing across from you and the pool of ink quickly making its way towards your skirt.

With a non-descript flick of Regulus’ wand, the mess was gone – though the damage to your parchment was unsalvageable.

“Oh, uhm, thanks. Sorry I – erm, have a seat. Although, you might not be safe!” You tried to joke but your voice came out disturbingly high, and the (failed) ‘joke’ made you flush hot with shame.

“I’m usually way cooler than this.” You tried to argue, before you realized that someone way cooler definitely wouldn’t have just said that.

Regulus was either unbothered by your horrifying actions or chose to ignore them. He opened his textbooks and began taking notes like you weren’t even there, while you sat in the most awkward and uncomfortable silence of your entire life.

It wasn’t long before you decided you couldn’t take it anymore, standing abruptly – so abruptly, in fact, that you had to quickly save another pot of ink from spilling – and began hastily gathering your things. Regulus did look up at this, and his eyes on you seemed to cause another malfunction to your central nervous system.

“Well, I must be off. I have other homework to dump ink on.” You said, except you didn’t deliver the sentence as a joke and it sounded all too believable – paired with your actions today, and you were certain he believed that’s exactly what you were off to do.

“Toodaloo.” You called and ran from the library.

Toodaloo!?!?! Are you fucking serious!?!! TOODALOO. Oh gods.

You didn’t dare return to the library the following day.

The day after that, though? It was fair game.

You were once again sitting at your favourite table and had ensured you placed a sticking charm on the bottom of your ink pots to avoid any more unfortunate accidents, when the clearing of a throat interrupted your studies.

“Mind if I sit here?” Regulus asked quietly, motioning to the seat across from you.

He’s kidding, right? After what happened two days ago, he can’t possibly want to sit with you?

Nonsense, perhaps this is just his favourite table in the library too.

You were determined this time not to make a fool of yourself.

“Have you finished the rune translations for Professor Babbling, yet?” Regulus asked.

No, the world was definitely out to get you.

“I, erm, I’ve started it. I believe it references the magic practiced by the Egyptians during the Predynastic period. Quite interesting stuff, Ancient Egypt. Did you know that Egyptians believed the most significant thing you could do in your life was die?”

You were talking a mile a minute. You knew this to be true due to the fact that your tongue was actually tripping over your words, but while your brain was shouting shut up shut up shut up shut up, your mouth just kept moving.

“Is that so?” Regulus asked, his eyes squinting ever so slightly as he scrutinized you.

“I don’t know actually.” You admitted, realizing you may have just lied to Regulus Black about Ancient Egypt. “I, I suppose I meant that they put way more emphasis on death than life.” You cringed again. “I don’t know if that’s true either – it’s just, it’s... it's the pyramids!” You shouted desperately, earning you a shush from the librarian.

“The pyramids?” He asked incredulously, a smile playing on his lips.

He was making fun of you, surely.

“Yup. Pyramids.” You squeaked, turning your face back towards your textbook.

“And you got all of that from the runes translation?”

Your face burned in shame.

“Uhm, no. The runes said no such thing. I just…know things.”

“You know things?”

“Right like, uhm, oh apparently Shakespeare didn’t actually write any of the works attributed to his name. Did you know that? William Shakespeare’s parents were illiterate - which doesn’t necessarily mean much because, perhaps he became learned later in life, right? However, William Shakespeare’s own children were also illiterate. I mean, what famous playwright wouldn’t teach their children to read? It’s all bollocks.”

You had to catch your breath at the end of your tangent.

“That’s a bold claim.” Regulus said plainly.

Fucking hells, was it hot in here?

“Right, well, erm. I have to go.” You said as you gathered your things and rushed towards the door.

“Uhm, Y/N?” Regulus called.

“Yes?”

“Your wand?”

You looked back at the table and, sure enough, your wand sat forgotten in your place.

“Right, thanks. Uhm, best of luck on the rune’s translation. Let me know if you need help and erm, uhm, I - bye!”

You stayed out of the library for two days after that.

Which brought you to today. You decided to try to save yourself the humiliation and Regulus the hassle of having to sit with you by finding a different table. You would leave your favourite table to Regulus if it meant saving yourself the embarrassment of uttering absolute nonsense to your schoolgirl crush.

What you had forgotten, however, was how the world was absolutely 100% without a doubt out to get you.

“Mind if I sit here?” Regulus asked quietly, causing you to look up so quickly and, not being used to this table and unaware of the fact that you were sitting under a light sconce, you smacked your head rather painfully in the action.

“Son of a fucking dugbog.” You spat miserably as you rubbed at the sore spot already producing a lump on your head.

“Why?” You all but screeched.

Regulus tilted his head at you as one of his eyebrows raised. “Why?”

“Yes, why.”

“Why what?”

“Oh for – why do you want to sit with me?!”

He looked close to smiling as he scrutinized your form. “Do you not want to sit with me?”

“Of course I want to sit with you!” You admitted embarrassingly - and loudly - earning you a shush from the librarian.

“So, I can sit here then?”

You groaned and let your head thump onto the table in front of you – at least now you’d have a matching lump on the front of your head too.

“At the risk of me making a total and utter fool of myself? Sure, be my guest.”

You swore you heard him chuckle under his breath as he pulled the chair out across from you. You didn’t dare lift your head, however. Perhaps if you couldn’t see his piercing silver gaze, or his adorable black curls, or his stupid smirk, then maybe you wouldn’t be forced to say something ridiculous.

“What? No fun facts for me today?” Regulus – the arse – asked from across from you.

You raised your head slightly, though left your shoulders at table level as you levelled him with a glare.

“You’re doing this to me on purpose, aren’t you? What, you get off on me making a fool of myself?”

Regulus smirked, though something in his eyes turned a little soft as he spoke. “I don’t think you make a fool of yourself.”

You scoffed and let your head fall back to its previous spot with a thud. “You’re an arse and a liar, Regulus Black.”

“Okay, perhaps you’ve been a little foolish.” He conceded, causing you to groan into the woodgrain of the table. “But I’ve enjoyed every second of it.”

Your head snapped up at that, and even Regulus grimaced as he watched you just barely miss the light sconce behind you.

“You’ve…enjoyed me making a fool of myself?” You asked incredulously.

Regulus moved his head back and forth in a sort of ‘so-so’ gesture. “I’ve enjoyed getting to listen to you. Why do you think I’ve been asking to sit with you all week?”

Apparently, your table wasn’t Regulus’ favourite table. Or at least, that wasn’t what made it his favourite – it was the fact that you had been sitting there that had made it so.

And ever since then, whatever table you were sitting at in the library – one would likely find Regulus Black there too.

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slut4prongs · 8 months

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sunshine

regulus black x gn!reader

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description: you and regulus are complete opposites, yet you couldn’t be happier together.

(sorry i died for a month. i don’t really like this but i wanted to post something again)

Regulus Black is, by all means, a quiet person. He keeps to himself and his select group of friends and to all else he is a dark and intimidating person.

You are a social butterfly, bouncing around various groups of friends from every house, smiling everywhere you go. All in all, you’re the opposite of Regulus Black.

Which is why it came as a shock to everyone the day he bid a goodbye to you, when you went to sit with your separate friends, by pressing a quick kiss on your cheek.

Though over time everyone around you both became accustomed to small occasional gestures of affection between the two of you, that is everyone except for Regulus.

He still finds it completely inconceivable that you, basically the sun to him, want to be with him.

So he still jumps a little when you suddenly appear behind him in the hall, wrapping your arms around his waist whilst he is in the middle of a idiotic conversation with Barty.

The second he hears your voice, all bubbly and excited, all thoughts of that previous conversation were out the window.

“Regulus!” You gasp excitedly as you squeeze around his waist gently.

“Hello, love.” He responds while quickly turning himself around in your arms to face you.

“You won’t believe what happened in transfiguration today!” You say while bouncing up and down on your toes.

Regulus quirks an eyebrow as a silent gesture of telling you to continue.

“Okay, okay, so..” You begin to ramble excitedly about some silly thing James had done to impress Lily, but Regulus wasn’t exactly listening.

Well of course he was listening, he listens to everything you’ve ever said, but at this very moment he was enraptured by just watching you.

The way your eyes sparkle in the light beaming in from the windows, how your hair is slightly messed up from the school day, but especially the glowing smile on your face as you talk a mile a minute.

Eventually Regulus snaps out of his little trance, glancing behind your head seeing Barty and Evan laughing and mocking Regulus, who's always been stone cold, melting before their eyes.

But what snaps them all out of their silent mocking, is when you finish your story.

“I mean I just can’t believe Lily finally agreed to a date with him.”

All three boys snap to your face when you say that and at once they speak.

“She said yes??”

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shadowbriar · 10 months

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Regulus Black ‐ Jasmine, Lavender, and Poppy

Pairing : Regulus Black x (she/her) Reader Word Count : 0.6k Warning : Nothing, just pure fluff. Synopsis : Regulus made sure that she would never forget his scent ever again. Notes : My first blurb. Should I make more of these? If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕

She remembers his scent well. That very special smell of oud and leather, something that portrays luxury and obscurity. Something that feels like home. Something that screams him— Regulus Arcturus Black.

But poking on Regulus has always been one of her most favourite things to do. Even before they were romantic, teasing him has always been second nature for her. His reactions have always brought her bliss. Their harmless banter is what fuels their day and it feels like the perfect time for her to pull the first taunt of the day.

"I don't smell you from the Amortentia," She lied, teasing her boyfriend whose brows are now pinched high from the offensive words she spilled "I smelled cinnamon, wet grass, and linen."

"Bullshit, I smelled you. There's no way you smelled someone else."

Shs shrugs, closing her textbook that hasn't been read ever since they entered the library, "Maybe you smelled wrong."

"I'm never wrong about these kinds of things."

"Yeah?" She challenges, propping her chin in the palm of her hand "What did you smell?"

"I smelled jasmine, lavender, and poppy."

"That doesn't smell like me. You're just listing random flowers."

Regulus raised an eyebrow, "Your perfume's base is jasmine. You drop a few lavender oil to your seal wax on all of our letters. Your garden is filled with poppies. You are jasmine, lavender, and poppy."

A smile blooms on her face. It was one thing to be satisfied by teasing your boyfriend and another to have him spelling the little details of you. Regulus has always been the observant party of the two, she just never realised how much of her he's taking notes of.

"Also, Love, your house is always decorated with those three flowers on every corner. You are what I smelled from Amortentia. You are my soulmate."

"Well, no one said Amortentia smells like your soulmate. They say it smells like someone you're attracted to so maybe that's why." She continues her scheme, concealing her blooming heart "Maybe I'm attracted to someone else now."

Regulus' brows rose higher, looking even more appalled at her words, "Are you being serious right now?"

She shrugs.

Regulus stood from his seat. Perhaps teasing him in the library when they're the last people there wasn't such a brilliant idea. Merlin knows what he might do now. Regulus might be a calm and collected person but wrong poke and you'll wake the fury inside him.

She started to inch away, pushing her seat back until it hit the wall, giving her no other space to escape. Regulus kneeled down, levelling to her eye level and eyes her deeply. His brows were still knitted in displease but his eyes were soft. Her plan to keep an aloof expression has evidently failed as a playful smile cracks on her lips, anticipating for his next move whilst praying that he wasn't genuinely angry.

"You're a menace." He says before kissing her.

Regulus pulled her chair closer, locking her in place as he put his hands on her sides. It wasn't like she's planning to leave, anyway. No one in their right mind would want to go when they're being kissed by him, especially with such an intimate and asserting position.

One hell of a man, Regulus is.

A victorious smile was plastered on her face when they pulled away. It was a short kiss. Just enough for him to prove to her just how wrong she is about the scents she's attracted to. Regulus knew that she was lying, that she was just trying to get his reaction, yet he complied with her charade anyway.

Regulus now stands from his position. He took off his robe, tossing it carelessly to the seat he occupied a couple minutes ago. He then takes off his jumper, making her cheeks burn from the sight. He surely knows how to keep her around.

"The library might not give you the best privacy if you're planning to go nude, Love." She comments.

Regulus rolls his eyes, handing her his jumper, "Wear it."

"Why?"

"So you won't ever forget my scent again."

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cigsafterly · 9 months

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pairing: lover!regulus black x gn!reader

about: headcannons of what regulus would do for you in a relationship with you <3

contains: just fluff mostly i think yeah!

Regulus Black who goes to your dorm every morning to cuddle with you in the mornings before classes had begun, no one ever saw him go in only him coming out of it. Him walking you to your guys classes even the ones you didn’t have with him, giving you a kiss goodbye each time you guys depart and once you meet again with him.

Regulus Black who has a hard time expressing his love, has the love language of giving. Him giving you gifts for every holiday, especially your birthday so heartfelt. ‘’Aww thank you regulus, but I didn’t get you anything,’’ you frowned not knowing he was giving you gift on a none holiday. “Love it’s okay I wanted to give it to you, you are already the best gift I have ever received.” he smiles to you, pressing a kiss on your forehead reassuring you that he gave it to you out of love and no need to receive one back.

Regulus Black admiring you in everything, once you got out of the shower with your pajamas on he just compliments you, “You look so stunning mon cheri.” You’d return those compliments with a thank you or with a blow of a kiss or just a kiss itself. Or when you just have woken up he just starts your morning again with the pure compliments.

Regulus being your biggest supporter. When you’ve passed your test he praises you saying how smart you are and how he has a smart girlfriend. He even buys you flowers and takes you out to congratulate you for your accomplishments.

Regulus Black who loves giving pet names to you, including the following: doll, mon cheri, love, my love, mon amour, mon ange, and mon coeur.Not to mention of how he loves speaking in french to you, “Mon ange tu es si jolie.” He has taught you most of the words he says to you so it’s no problem to understand what he’s saying.

Regulus who loves to give you his clothes that he almost has no clothes?!??! When you’re staying at the House of Black he lets you borrow all his sweaters since it is cold there or when you’re on a date with him and he notices that you’re cold he gives you his coat. When he has a game he gives you his jersey and scarf for you to cheer him on as he plays, him stopping by your stand and blowing you a kiss.

Regulus who loves feeling your touch, not always in a sexual way, but in a sentimental way. If you’re sitting at a table with him he likes you to hold his pinky or you’re just reaching for his hands since you guys are in a booth.

When you have to go home for the holidays he loves to send you little letters or love letters to show how he misses you so much, if he can he sends you little things of his so they remind you of him.

Dates that Regulus would take you on would be at the Black late for a late night swim, a small fancy restaurant or stargazing with you.

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prettybabybaby · 2 years

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¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content: jealous!best friend!regulus, innocent!fem!reader

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Regulus watches with a scowl as you prance around, grinding your hips against every dirty guy that grips them, drawing you closer to their icky cocks. You giggle, laying your hands atop theirs, ‘dancing’ with them.

His anger builds as they lean into you, spinning you around and attempting to capture your lips with theirs. He stands when one get a little too close, pressing his filthy mouth to your delicate cheek.

“That’s enough,” he says gently, juxtaposing glare being shot at the guy who still held your hand. You pulled them apart, obediently following behind your best friend.

You laugh, stumbling into the empty bathroom, “Reggie,” you slur when he hauls you onto the sink, settling between your warm thighs, “are you okay?” You cradle his face, dilated eyes staring into his. You’re too pure for the evil world, even intoxicated.

Regulus fixes your hair, tucking a stray piece behind your ear, “I’m fine.” He shimmies your skirt up, rubbing your hips, kneading your ass where the dirty hands held you minutes before.

You sigh, head lolling from intoxication. “M’tired,” you say, reclining your head.

“I know, darling,” he coos, “we’re almost done.” You’re so trusting and innocent, letting him play with your body without a single question.

Tugging your white panties down, he uses his middle finger to collect your slick, slipping his lubricated finger into your tight hole. You sucked him in, squeezing his long, slender finger. You whimper, “Reg…” His thumb rubs your clit, watching your face contort under the golden yellow lights.

Regulus unbuttons his pants, dropping them to his ankles as he holds the small of your back, lining his hard cock to your dripping heat. He pushes in you, watching your mouth fall agape.

He ditches the slow pace quickly, fucking you ruthlessly as your eyes rolled and your head struggled to stay up. Your pretty eyes filled with tears, smudging your mascara. He pulled you in for a kiss, breathing heavily into it at your weak movements.

Your head dropped to his chest, continuous “hmph” sounds fell from your lips as he pounded into your tight, wet pussy. Your hands weakly clawed at his back, a mixture of hugging him and desperation.

You tightened around him, cumming with a particularly high whine. He came after you, hips stuttering as his load shot deep inside you. He fucked it deeper, sensitive cock being squeezed by your walls.

He held you until your breathing returned to normal and your grip on his back loosened. Regulus pulled back, fixing your messy hair again and pecking your lips. You smiled, letting him slide your panties all the way off and watching him shove them into his pocket as he fixed his pants, tightening his belt.

A bead of his milky cum seeped from your hole and the urge to lick it up was strong. He resisted, instead helping your off the sink, fixing your skirt back into place.

You giggled, going on and on about what a good friend Regulus was to all the guys that had eyed you like prey earlier. They looked at the both of you, eyes trained on the cum that slipped down your legs and the smudged makeup that decorated your pretty face.

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yrluvjane · 3 months

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L.O.V.E — Regulus Black

Regulus realizes just how much of a light you've become in his life.

It was a curious sight indeed, to see Regulus Black, the son of a pureblood line as ancient as they came and one of the greatest wizards of his age, standing in the middle of the Hogwarts kitchen. He had always hated the color red, associated with Gryffindors and Muggle holidays and he had never been particularly fond of Muggle celebrations. Yet here he was, seemingly out of place and uncomfortable.

Regulus's expression was rigid and unsmiling, and his gaze was fixed on the floor as he stood apart from the bustling House-elves that worked the kitchens. Regulus had learned early on that showing emotion was a weakness, and he had always strived to keep his face blank, devoid of any expression, believing that if he could learn to control his emotions, he might someday be able to block them out altogether.

It was a strange contrast to the lively kitchen around him, with its colorful decor and joyful noise, and Regulus felt like a stranger in a strange land. Nonetheless, he was determined to see this through, despite his discomfort. He knew that he must learn to understand his emotions, and if he could master that, perhaps he would be able to find some balance in his life, amidst the darkness that he had been surrounded by since birth.

L is for the way you look at me

And as he crawled out of the Black Lake, wet and muddy, Regulus felt the familiar warmth of anger flare in his chest. The humiliation of having slipped on the stones and landed in the water was overwhelming, but what irritated him the most was hearing the sound of your laughter as he struggled to remove his soaking wet robes.

"Amused?" he snapped, his voice filled with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

"Very," you purred, the corners of your mouth turning up in an infuriating smile as you watched him try to get his shoes off.

Regulus felt his face turn red with fury, and he glared back at you with a mixture of indignation and frustration. The feeling of being so utterly humiliated was too much to bear, and he felt the urge to lash out in retaliation. But he knew that showing such emotions would be a sign of weakness, and he tried to rein in his anger, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself.

"Do you find it amusing to mock someone who has fallen?" he asked, his voice cold and hard.

"Only when that someone is you."

O is for the only one I see

Regulus watched you excitedly from his spot on the pitch, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth. The sound of your commentary was like music to his ears, and he found the way you were able to keep up a constant stream of entertaining remarks while also providing helpful analysis of the game to be truly impressive.

"Oh come on!" You yelled through the mega phone, "Ravens! Ravens! Ravens!" You chanted. He lazily rolled his eyes at you.

As he began to wander around the pitch, his eyes scanning for the Snitch, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and admiration for you. You were a force to be reckoned with, and he was starting to realize just how much he enjoyed spending time with you, even if it was often - or mostly - spent arguing.

He grinned at the sight of Professor McGonagall trying to fight you for the mic for you had began making inappropriate comments about his team, especially him. "Come on you pussy-bats!"

V is very, very extraordinary

Regulus watched in amazement as you comfortably settled into the room, surrounded by his companions. The ease with which you spoke with them, making jokes and teasing, was almost uncanny, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy.

As Evan threw the chocolate frog towards you, Regulus's reflexes kicked in, and he quickly caught it midair, saving you from any potential embarrassment. He couldn't help but admire the way you didn't even miss a beat, continuing to flip through your book like nothing had happened. And when you stuck your tongue out at Evan, he felt his heart beat a little faster.

As you continued to banter with the others, Regulus couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for you. He'd never met someone quite like you, so comfortable in their own skin, seemingly immune to the cruelty and judgment of the world.

But when Barty made the comment about you being a mudblood, Regulus's face contorted into a scowl. He knew that word all too well, having been calling it to others himself multiple times throughout his life. He couldn't believe that Barty would use such a uncivil term so carelessly, and it made him appreciate you all the more for your calm and casual response.

"Oh, Is the little mudblood sad?" Piped Barty from his bed, "I don't take cheek from anyone not even rich inbreeds." You drawled as you flipped the page of your book. Evan snickered and Barty's mouth dropped in shock.

Regulus smiled.

E is even more than anyone that you adore can

Regulus couldn't believe the sight before him. The castle was covered in hearts, roses, and all manner of red and pink decorations. He snorted under his breath as he watched you busy yourself with jams and dough's in the kitchen, not even trying to contain his distaste for the entire scene.

"It's in the holiday spirit, Reg." You sang, pushing the flour-covered strands of your hair back with your arm and flashing him a bright smile. Regulus leaned over the table and gently pushed your hair behind your ears, his fingers caressing the skin of your nape. He felt a strange warmth spread through his body as you looked back at him. "It's about love."

"Love?" The word felt foreign in his mouth, and Regulus furrowed his brows, showing his clear disdain for the concept. "What does any of this have to do with love?" he muttered under his breath.

"C'mere" You said motioning over. "No!" Exclaimed Regulus taking a step back. "I'm not going to bite you! Regulus, come here!" You whined, rubbing your arms on your forehead, trying to push your, once again, fallen strands back.

"I'm not going anywhere near that thing!" He said pointing towards the talking doll your muggle-related friends bought you. "This?! Seriously?!" You asked huffing, grabbing the teddy bear. "I love you forever and ever!" It sang.

"It's horrifying and unnatural!" He defended taking a step back as you took a step forward. "It's a red teddy bear, Regulus." You sighed and before he could react you grabbed his hand and pulled him toward you.

"Here! You can decorate the cookies any way you like." You said as you handed him a bag of red icing. He sneered at the color before grabbing his wand and charming it green. "Regulus!" You chastised, hitting him with a dirty cloth. Regulus gasped, grabbing the one on the floor and throwing it at you.

Regulus's face twisted into a mix of embarrassment and annoyance as you pulled him closer, pinning him against the table. His cheeks flushed a deep red as he tried to pull himself from your grip, almost tripping over the discarded cloth in his haste.

"What was that for?" he demanded, his fists balled at his sides.

"I wanted to show you that the holiday spirit isn't just about hearts and roses, it's also about love," you replied, your tone sweet and gentle. "But I guess that's something you don't understand."

Regulus's eyes narrowed at your words, a flicker of anger flashing through them. "Of course I understand," he spat back, his voice tight. "But love has no place in my life. It's a weakness that will only hold me back."

He glared at you for a moment longer before turning away, grabbing the bag of green icing and muttering under his breath. "I'll decorate the cookies," he muttered, his tone cold. "but it won't be because of some foolish holiday spirit."

Love is all that I can give to you

He's done it.

He's gotten the mark.

Regulus couldn't believe it. It had been three months since the beginning of term, and despite his best efforts, he had somehow managed to avoid you at every turn. Not even a glimpse of your hair, or your cheerful laugh, or your mischievous grin, nothing.

He tried to tell himself that it was for the best, that he was better off without you. But the truth was, the absence of your presence in his life left a gaping hole. A hole that couldn't be filled with anything but the sound of your voice, the light of your laughter, the sparkle in your eyes.

Regulus sighed as he stared out the window, his thoughts running wild. How had it come to this? How had he allowed himself to be so consumed by the need for your presence in his life? It didn't matter now, not when your absence was leaving him empty and hollow and lost. He needed to find a way to see you, talk to you, make you understand how important you were to him.

The question was, how?

Love is more than just a game for two

Regulus's eyes snapped open with a start, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. He lay there, staring up at the ceiling, his chest heaving as he tried to calm his breathing. It had been a long time since he'd had such a vivid and unsettling dream, and he couldn't shake the feeling that it meant something more. What was even worse for the first time in a very long time, you weren't there.

He rolled over, the movement making his joints ache as he pushed himself into a sitting position, he looked to his side, praying to see you or even a ghost of you next to him but it was empty and Regulus's heart sank. He knew he should try to get back to sleep, but he couldn't shake the feeling that the dream had been a warning.

Regulus felt a sense of foreboding as he remembered the nightmare. It was a clear warning that he was on the wrong path, that his obsession with power and pride was leading him down a path of destruction.

He knew what he had to do. It would be a difficult task, and he could face a lot of pushback, but he was determined to make a change.

He would join the Order of the Phoenix and fight against Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters. This was the only way he could make a real difference in the world and ensure that you would be safe. It was time to take a stand and fight for what was right.

Regulus lay back down on his mat, taking slow, deep breaths as he tried to clear his mind of all the worries and fears that had been plaguing him. He would make his brother proud, and he would make you proud.

Two in love can make it

The realization hit Regulus like a ton of metal bricks, the force of it shocking him beyond his own comprehension. He couldn't believe it, how could he possibly have missed it for so long? The feeling: so overwhelming, so powerful, so obvious that it made him want to laugh and cry and scream and drown all at once.

But in that moment, the weight of the realization was like a crushing force, a responsibility that he felt like he would never be able to live up to. How could he ever possibly hope to love you as deeply, as truly, as completely as you deserved? It was a feeling that filled him with a sense of both joy and terror, the fear that he would never be able to live up to the love that he felt for you.

But still, in that moment, he knew that he had to try. He had to put his heart, soul, and everything he had into loving you, into being with you, because the love he felt for you was the only thing in the world that mattered, the only thing that made any kind of sense to him.

Take my heart and please don't break it

Regulus felt a wave of dread wash over him as he began to confess his love to you. His heart was thumping in his chest, his breath coming in short bursts. He didn't know if he had the words, if he could say what he needed to say. But he knew he had to try.

"I love you," he said, his voice catching in his throat.

The words hung in the air between you, the weight of them almost overwhelming.

There was nothing like the feeling of having your feelings reciprocated. You felt a warmth spreading throughout your body as Regulus's words hit your ears, his admission of his feelings filling your heart with a sense of happiness and joy that you hadn't known before.

Your smile was as bright as the sun as you looked at Regulus, taking in every detail of his face as he sat across from you, his eyes fixed on yours. For a moment, time seemed to stop, and all you could feel was the electricity between the two of you, the tension in the air.

"I love you too," you said softly, the words feeling like the most natural thing in the world. And in that moment, Regulus knew that he would do anything for you, that he would follow you to the ends of the universe and back. Because where you were was where he belonged, and he couldn't imagine a life without you.

And then, with a soft gasp, Regulus reached across the table and took your hand, his touch gentle yet firm, his gaze never faltering from yours. And you felt your heart swell with love. "I love you," Regulus whispered again, and the words seemed to echo in the room; a smile adorning his lips.

And all you could do was nod, the word "I love you" catching in your throat, the feeling so perfect that you couldn't describe it in words. All you could do was stare at him, your heart swelling with love, your mind filled with the thought that he was your everything, now and forever.

Love was made for me and you

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roonilwazlibimagines · 1 year

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hair pulling - r.b x female!reader

Blurb: hair pulling. that's it Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: this is smut but not smut but still 18+ A/N: do i like this? no. do i like regulus and hair pulling? yes. i want to write but i have no inspiration.

Masterlist

*i literally cannot find it but please refer to that scene where timothee chalamet pulls that girls hair in lady bird*

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The first time Regulus pulled her hair she was barely five years old. He was of similar age and their mothers were friends and they were no stranger to the occasional playdate.

And most times they got along, but like all children, sometimes neither of them knew how to deal with the big emotions they were feeling.

That was why, when she snatched the ball Regulus was playing with out of his hands and exclaimed it was her turn, the only way Regulus knew how to deal with the hot feeling rising up to his cheeks was by walking over to her and letting his thoughts take over.

He pulled her hair

He’d never pulled a girl’s hair before. His clammy palms wrapped around the loose ends swaying around her shoulder and he tugged until she let out a scream and then he immediately let go.

Of course, the mothers rushed out to console the red cheeked little girl and scold the shamed little boy and Regulus was forced to apologise. He felt bad. He really did. He didn’t mean to make her cry. He just wanted the ball back.

So Regulus learnt that day that pulling someone’s hair was wrong. And fortunately, they remained friends.

They were both sorted into Slytherin and they were both part of the same friend group. But everyone knew that their friendship was different to the bond they shared with everyone else in the group.

They were kids when the hair pulling accident happened, and honestly, neither of them had thought about it since.

Until their sixth year. She was sitting in the library with her friends, waiting for Regulus and Evan to make an appearance. It was a cold Saturday morning and she was so enthralled in the conversation she was having with the girl sitting next to her that she didn’t even notice Evan and Regulus walk in until Regulus walked behind her.

And pulled her hair.

It was tied up in a ponytail and he yanked it so her neck fell back, mainly due to the surprise of the movement. She let out a noise of shock as his nimble fingers wrapped around the soft strands and gave it a quick tug.

She squinted her eyes at him as she quickly undid her hair and combed through it with her fingers, putting it back in place after it had been messed up.

“You’re an ass,” she said, but Regulus only smirked at her in response, quickly changing the subject, but letting his eyes linger on her for a moment more before turning to Evan sitting next to him.

So it really was no wonder that the next year they started dating.

It was their last day at Hogwarts and they were sitting out by the Black Lake, trying to take everything in before it all became a fuzzy memory.

Regulus was sitting against a tree, his legs sprawled around the pretty girl sitting cross legged in front of him.

The rest of their friends were sprawled out under the shade of the tree, laughing and reminiscing, and promising that they would remain friends after they left the gates of Hogwarts.

There was a small lull in the conversation as their laughs died out and when Evan went to start it back up again with a random story from their third year, Regulus was overcome with the urge to kiss her.

So he pulled her hair.

He tugged at the roots so her head would fall back and hit his shoulder and before she could let out a noise of surprise, he brought his lips to hers.

She was uncomfortable, turning her neck to reach his soft lips, but she didn’t mind. Besides, this was one of the rare times their friends weren’t commenting on their PDA, so she took the opportunity to enjoy the kiss.

When Regulus slowly pulled away, she turned back around and ran her hands through her hair, putting it back in place.

“You could have just asked,” she grumbled so only Regulus could hear. But she had turned around and couldn’t see the stupid smirk he was wearing.

It wasn’t until they were both pushing nineteen though that Regulus pulled her hair and she enjoyed it.

Her arms were about to give way on the soft mattress as Regulus pushed his hips relentlessly inside of her. She buried her face into the thin sheet, letting out a low groan as her arms continued to shake even without the weight she was holding.

Regulus was grunting behind her, his pace steady before he let his thoughts take over and reached a hand out.

To pull her hair.

Before she could even think about it a low groan left her lips as she moaned out Regulus’ name. She could hear him chuckle from behind her.

It was only a gentle tug, but she squeezed around him when he stopped his movements to bring his head closer to hers, his hands still tugging tightly at the roots of her hair from the back of her head to bring her face closer to his.

“Don’t tell me my sweet girl likes it when I pull her hair?” He asked, making her whine at his condescending tone. He tsked. “Answer me, pretty girl.”

She paused before her mouth finally caught up to her brain and she answered his question. “I do,” she exclaimed, “I like it when you pull my hair.”

Regulus kissed the top of her forehead before letting her hair go gently and continuing his movements.

“Good girl.”

Now, Regulus’ hands were often found in her hair.

She liked when he played with ends or when he tried to braid it, and she liked when he tugged at it.

It was a few years into their relationship when they were getting ready for a party with their old friends from Hogwarts. Regulus had gone over to her house to get ready and when she came out wearing his favourite dress he found himself walking over to her.

“Do you like it?” She asked, her tone dripping in faux innocence.

“I think you already know the answer, my love.”

In a few quick strides Regulus was already standing in front of her. She knew what she was doing when she put this dress on which was why she didn't mind her nervous tick of swaying on the spot under Regulus’ intense gaze.

“You know what you’re doing,” Regulus pouted, making her giggle.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she shrugged.

“Do you really have to look this good all the time, darling? You know I don’t like people thinking they can have what’s mine.”

She rolled her eyes at his speech, but stood still in front of him. Mainly because she was forced to.

Regulus had pulled her hair.

She was forced to look up at him, her breath caught in her throat as she stared up into his grey eyes.

“Don’t be bratty,” he tsked, his long fingers entwined in her hair.

“What’s the fun in being good?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

He laughed, his eyes squinting down at her, but his lips tugging upward in an amused nature.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

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inkluvs · 9 months

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ribs — send me a sfw request (prompts here if u want)

PAMPER WITH REGULUS PLSPLSPLS I NEED TO DO HIS MAKEUP SO BAD

you think i'm cute

hehe i hope u like this mer it's very short bcos apparently all of my reg blurbs have 2 be under 300 words but yeah <3 tw: not really proofread? idk </3 (0.2k)

regulus black x reader

summer celly // masterlist // taglist

Regulus sneezes, eyebrows pinched and cheeks pink with the powder you had just dusted on him. His nose scrunches and a huff of laughter escapes from your throat.

“You think my pain is funny.” His lips twitch with a barely concealed smile. Your thumb smooths over the curve of his cheek.

“I think your pain is endearing. There’s a difference.” You insist.

His cheeks split in a grin and you squeeze them, a gentle reminder of what you’re supposed to be doing. His face returns to a neutral state for just a second.

“Yeah? And what is that?”

“Regulus,” you chastise him. “You gotta stay still.”

“I will if you answer my question,” He promised. His voice was coated in honey, sticky sweet with endearment and fondness for you.

You open your mouth, mulling over what your answer could be. “I just thought the face you made was cute s’all.” You assure him, tucking a curl that fell in front of his eyes behind his ear.

“Oh,” He nods. “I get that.”

You tilt your head, “You think I’m cute?”

“I do not.” His smile suggests otherwise.

“You think I’m cute.” You hum, closing your eyes and smiling. He huffs, an affectionate sound, and sits back in his chair. “I’ll get back to it then?”

His cheeks pinch with a grin.

#ivy’s inbox 💌#mer 💗#event.ribs #{ivy's summer celly}#ivy is writing !#regulus black (ivy’s version)#marauderluvs #regulus black #regulus black x reader #regulus black imagine #userroma #regulus black x you #regulus black fanfiction #regulus black fic #regulus black fluff #regulus black blurb #anddd it's added 2 da queue <3

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angelblacksmith · 2 years

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Kissing with Regulus Black would include

Pairing: Regulus Black x fem!Reader

Warning: non

At first, Regulus doesn't kiss you first.

Regulus, in principle, is not used to the physical manifestation of feelings.

And at first it is very difficult for him to be the first to show himself to you in a romantic way.

But when he feels comfortable around you.

Oh my God.

This boy will do everything to make you feel his love.

Light kisses that he leaves on your hands.

Gentle and affectionate kisses on the cheek.

Gentle and sweet kisses before going to bed, before you go to your rooms.

Kisses on the collarbone.

Kisses on the forehead.

A huge number of gentle and light kisses.

You feel loved.

But Reggie always feels like that's not enough.

However, in public, he is in no hurry to kiss you.

He thinks it's something intimate.

Something remains only between you.

Reg is not a fan of the PDA.

However, when he is alone, he likes to cuddle with you and shower kisses on your face.

When you kiss him on the tip of his nose, he winces charmingly and is embarrassed.

He likes it when you kiss the corner of his lips.

In addition to gentle and light kisses.

There are also passionate clumsy ones.

When you try to show your love, you knock your teeth during such kisses.

You and him always laugh about it.

Reggie is simply charming in kisses.

And you know that like no one else.

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lovings4turn · 9 months

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☆ introducing : rockstar!marauders

+ both sfw and nsfw thoughts ; just a messy ramble

rockstar!sirius . . . the lead singer

— sirius knows how to captivate an audience and uses it to his advantage. he makes sure you're front and centre at every show, so he can ensure your eyes never stray from him. any time he sings a particularly flirty or sexual lyric, he's shooting you a wink, making sure everybody in the venue knows exactly who's on his mind at that moment.

— before going on stage, sirius likes to make the most of every minute he has with you. many supply closets have been tainted by sloppy make out sessions, and sirius has had you propped up against a door whilst he fucks into you more times than you can count. once, you were interrupted by james' fist banging against the door, complaining that sirius had to be on in one minute, and to please saving the fucking for after the show.

rockstar!remus . . . the bassist

— remus is quietly confident - he's not as animated as sirius or james, but he's confident in what he does. bobs his head along to the beat, long fingers plucking the baseline that he feels reverberating through his chest. he's got it pretty much mastered, not needing to pay too much attention to where his fingers need to be, which gives him all the more reason to find your eye in the crowd and give you a sly grin.

— when you make the joke that 'bass players do it deeper', he wastes no time in getting you alone. unable to even make it home, he'll have you bent over the dressing table and unable to talk within minutes, his thrusts slow and deep as he mumbles in your ear about how well you're taking him.

rockstar!james . . . the lead guitarist

— james thrives on the reactions he gets from performing a particularly tricky riff, never able to wipe a cocky grin from his face after completing any impressive solos. he's one to strut around the stage as he plays, sometimes bobbing around sirius as he's singing a chorus.

— he uses his skills to his advantage, though, knowing you can never tear your eyes away from his hands whenever he's onstage. makes plenty of jokes about just how talented he is with his fingers, and how they have more uses than travelling up and down a fretboard. he'd be more than happy to show you exactly how well he can use his fingers - all you have to do is ask.

rockstar!regulus . . . the drummer

— regulus enjoys the fact that his kit is always positioned at the back of the stage. it means he pretty much fades away as everyone else focuses on the other members - everyone apart from you, of course. he acts as though you're the only person looking at him, and makes sure that the muscles in his arms flex just enough to be seen from your position in the front row.

— he tries to teach you how to play, once. though thanks to the way his thigh bounces every time he steps on the bass drum pedal, the lesson is soon abandoned in favour of you riding his thigh, head thrown back as he brings you to your orgasm.

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gtgbabie0 · 25 days

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Hey I saw your requests were open :)

How about regulus slow dancing with reader in their bedroom/kitchen? I’m a sucker for how well you write for him 😭

-Regulus Black x reader

{Slow dancing with Regulus black}

Thank you for the request, Hope you enjoy my lovelies! 💕

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Regulus didn’t live with you, although it certainly felt like he did. Little reminders of him scatter throughout your house, woven through the halls and rooms. His clothes claim a small section of your closet, his toothbrush sits beside yours and you’ve even stacked up on his favourite snacks.

That’s why you don’t fret when your front door opens with a heavy creak whilst you potter around the kitchen. He calls out your name softly as he closes the door behind him, hanging his coat up and kicking off his shoes.

“I’m in the kitchen!” You call out softly and a small smile breaks out on his lips at the sound of your sweet voice. He was finally home where he belonged, by your side just how it should be.

There’s no hesitation as Regulus walks through the kitchen, his hands immediately tugging you into him by your hips. “I’ve missed you.” He sighs as he rests his head in the crook of your neck with a soft groan.

He’s much less reserved around you now than when you two first started dating. He seeks out your warmth without a second thought, ignoring the small protests of insecurity that shout at him.

“I’ve missed you too.” You smile softly as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, hugging him closely to you whilst his hands rest against the small of your back.

He pulls back slightly to admire you, the stress from his expression melts away instantly as he drinks in the sight of you. How the warm lights of the kitchen dust against your skin. There’s a certain glow to you that lights up his heart and soul… you breathe life into him again.

He watches your smile turn more shy under his loving gaze. Your eyes flicker away from him, but he’s quick to catch your jaw in his hand ever so softly, making you look back over at him, his thumb caresses your cheek.

“Dinners just cooking… your favourite.” You tell him, quickly trying to move the conversation on so he doesn’t make a teasing remark about your sudden shyness.

He glances over to the oven then back down to you, there’s a gleam of admiration that swims within in his dark eyes. He’s still not used to it, the volumes in which you care for him and he’s not sure he ever will be.

“Thank you, mon amour.” Regulus whispers before pressing a soft sweet kiss to your lips, his smile breaks the kiss off and he pulls back slightly to admire you once more.

There’s a certain peacefulness that you bring to him, you seem to quell the emotions that bundle up inside him. He stands there holding you closely as the gentle melodies play from your small radio.

A kiss against his cheek breaks him out of the trance he seems to be lost in. “Dinner is still cooking... do you want to dance with me?” You ask softly as you rest a delicate hand against his shoulder, looking up at him those pretty eyes of yours and a smirk that teeters against your lips.

He completely melts at the sight. “Of course, angel.” He breathes as if you’ve knocked the air out of him, his hand finding your hips as he begins to gently sway with the melody of the music.

All those ballroom dance lessons paid off, except this is much less intense than when he was a child. It’s a slow-paced one, that doesn’t carry the same pressure as he once remembers, no judging eyes to tell him that his form is off… he can breathe.

You feel his shoulders relax slightly and a certain playfulness flashes through his eyes as he spins you around before bringing you back into his chest, his hands squeezing your hips softly.

The sounds of your sweet laughter fill the kitchen as you both dance, socked feet bumping together every so often and he tuts at you teasingly every time.

“You’re beautiful” He whispers, his hand resting against your cheek and his heart swells when he feels you lean into the warmth of his palm and he knows you’re the one… his heart belongs to you forever and always. "I love you" he breathes, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"I love you too," you reply with a warm smile as you both continue to enjoy each other's warmth dancing together lovingly. Nothing else matters to Regulus except for the way you feel against him, just as it should be.

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ellecdc · 2 months

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L 😭 im a mess i cant stop listening to this song [https://youtu.be/4ELTaMB41OQ?si=7PCNCUQenoJsLQNC] and the only thing in my head is Regulus playing piano w reader 😭😭😭 like i imagine ofc the black parents forcing their children to learn art and music and french shit and playing piano stuck with Reggie bc it helps him kind of turn his mind off for a bit and just let his fingers do their thing 😭 then reader comes along not knowing how to but always loving to listen to reg play 🧍‍♀️ good bye

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omg aweeee yes I see this - I totally see Reg as an artsy guy, both with instruments, painting/sketching, and maybe poetry (tortured souls, right?) this was so cute - and the song too! I've never heard it before so thanks for sharing!

Regulus Black x GN!reader CW: mentions of past family/parental abuse, sibling relationships

You weren't at all surprised to find him here. He'd gone quiet at dinner and excused himself as early as politely possible.

You leaned against the doorframe as Regulus' fingers skirted across the keys of the grand piano in the living room, murmuring soft lyrics you couldn't make out from this distance. The chance of the song being a cover or an original equally as likely.

Dinner's with his brother could sometimes be hard for Regulus - both parties feeling different levels of guilt over their respective treatment of the other. Living in a house with abusive parents meant you either adapted, or you died. Sometimes the boys would stick together - power in numbers and a sense of camaraderie. And sometimes, life was a little bit easier for you if it was your brother who was the object of your parents' attention.

That kind of environment didn't exactly support or foster a healthy sibling relationship.

It only grew worse after Sirius ran away.

All this to say - though the boys have done a lot of work on their relationship and reconciliation, sometimes memories were brought up in conversation that neither boy has had the chance to process fully, and they had to deal with that as it came.

Which brings you back to the living room after having cleared the table, washing the dishes and putting the left overs away.

You were friends with Sirius too - and you couldn't help but chuckle at how different the two boys ended up.

For example, you knew Sirius would rather sit naked on a hot grill than return to the seat of a piano; you supposed having your hands smacked with a ruler until the bled for messing up your scales could do that to a person. But somehow, Regulus seemed to find peace in the thoughtlessness of letting his fingers find their notes along the instrument he knew inside and out; the quiet of his mind gave him the chance to process his feelings.

You decided to stop being a creep from the edge of the room and join Reg quietly on the piano bench. He must have known you were there, because he never faltered or surprised at your appearance.

"Sorry I left." He murmured quietly. "I'll clean up later, I promise."

You leaned your head on his shoulder as you watched his fingers work, shaking your head. "I've already done the washing, don't worry about it."

He made a tsking sound as he leaned his head atop yours. "I didn't mean to leave that up to you, mon chéri."

"I was happy to do it."

"I'll make it up to you, hm? What would you like?" He offered as he kissed your head, the keys and their notes never faltering under his hands.

"Play me a song."

And he did.

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slut4prongs · 10 months

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calming

regulus black x gn!reader

500 words

description: regulus gets anxious in a hectic environment and your presence calms him + sirius finds it baffling

You and your friends are all sitting around the Gryffindor common room, James and Peter are on the ground in front of the fireplace playing a game of magic chess.

Remus is sitting on the couch across from you reading, Sirius is laying against the arm of the same couch with his legs draped across Remus’ lap while loudly announcing every move Peter and James make in their game.

Lily is sitting in an armchair working on an upcoming essay, while Mary is sitting on the floor leaning against Lily’s legs drawing in a sketchbook.

Marlene is passed out in the lap of her girlfriend Dorcas, who after sneaking into the common room took up one of the other armchairs.

Also having been snuck in, is your boyfriend Regulus, who is currently sitting next to you on the couch while you read.

You're deeply enthralled in the story completely used to the noisiness of your common room. Unlike you, Regulus is not used to the environment, as he has just recently rekindled his relationship with his brother to be hanging out in there with you all.

You are observant of your boyfriend though and take notice when his breathing begins to get heavier and his body language gets tenser.

Carefully and slowly, as to not draw much attention from your friends around the room, you move your hand closest to Regulus off your book and gently place it on his leg and begin to rub your thumb slowly against it.

You can physically feel the muscles in his thigh relax under your touch which makes you smile softly at the book in front of you.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Regulus glance over at you which makes you look up at him and smile at him.

"What're you doing, love?" He questions you.

You lift your book slightly and wiggle it before you speak. "Reading, obviously. Do we need to borrow James' glasses?"

The corners of Regulus's lips turn up ever so slightly at your comment, before he shakes his head lightly and huffs out a small laugh.

"No, I think my eyesight is just fine,"

He takes your hand on his leg in his own and starts to twist and pull the rings adorning your fingers - most of which are gifts from him.

You smile and lean into his side more before returning to your book allowing him to mess with your rings as much as he likes.

You'd let him do whatever if he asked, if you're being honest.

Across the room from you on the other couch sits another couple consisting of one flabbergasted Sirius Black.

"What. The. Fuck. Moony look." Sirius nudges the boy next to him.

Remus looks up at the couple before them before turning to look at his boyfriend.

"What about it Sirius?"

"They just put their hand on his leg and he immediately calmed down!"

Remus continues to just stare at the raven-haired male, unimpressed. So Sirius continues speaking "He hasn't so much as let me poke him since he was 10!"

With a simple roll of his eyes Remus returns to his book after saying "You should just be happy your little brother has someone who makes him feel comfortable, Pads."

Sirius glances back and forth between his brother and his boyfriend for a moment before he huffs dramatically and flops down to rest his head on Remus's lap.

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alwaysmoncheri · 2 months

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summary: regulus joins the death eaters and your relationship is challenged by the dangers attached

cw: female!reader, angst, comfort, established relationship, fluff, mentions of the first wizarding war, mentions of death eaters, 1k, regulus black x reader

in the dimly lit corridors of hogwarts, you find yourself caught in a whirlwind of emotions as the news of regulus’s forced decision to join the ranks of the death eaters reaches your ears. the weight of disappointment and concern settles heavily on your shoulders as you grapple with the reality of the dangerous situation.

unable to ignore the sinking feeling in your chest, you seek out the solitude of the astronomy tower. the wind whistles through the open windows, carrying with it the echoes of your troubled thoughts. you gaze out over the castle grounds, the moonlight casting an ethereal glow on the landscape as if the very walls of hogwarts hold secrets too heavy for the night.

your heart pounds with a mix of sadness and fear as you remember the genuine smile that once adorned regulus's face. the person you knew seemed to be slipping away, entangled in the darkness that threatened to consume him. the path he was forced to choose filled you with an overwhelming sense of helplessness.

just as the cold wind seems to seep into your very soul, the stairs behind you let out a loud creak, and regulus black steps onto the astronomy tower. his dark eyes, once filled with warmth, now hold a distant and haunted look. the sight of him clad in the dark robes that remind you of a death eater sends shivers down your spine.

"y/n," he utters, his voice strained and laced with an unspoken turmoil. you turn to face him, and the pain etched across his features strikes you like a physical blow. this was not the regulus you had known—the kind, gentle soul who had stolen your heart. instead, before you stands a shadow, a reflection of the choices he had made.

he approaches slowly, as if unsure of whether he deserves your presence. the air crackles with tension, and you felt a lump forming in your throat. in the silence that stretches between you, the weight of unspoken words hangs heavily.

"I never wanted you to see me like this," regulus admits, his eyes avoiding yours, “I hoped this day would never come.” he adds, running an anxious hand through his unruly curls to brush them away from his eyes.

you take a deep breath, and take a couple of hesitant steps closer to your boyfriend, mustering the courage to confront the reality unfolding before you. "regulus, why?”

his gaze meets yours, and for a moment, the mask slips, revealing the conflict raging within him. "I thought it was the only way to protect those I care about. to protect you.”

a bitter mix of anger at his parents and sadness for the situation wells up within you. "protect me? what about us? what about the life we wanted?”

regulus's jaw tightens, his unease evident, but he proceeds to take a couple of steps closer to you, attempting to reach out. "you don't understand. I had no other choice.” he explains, settling the blame firmly on his parents. his explanation hangs in the air, a desperate attempt to justify a decision that seems irreversibly damaging. the rift between you grows, fueled by the choices that had led regulus down this treacherous path.

you step back, denying his attempt to reach for your hand and a flicker of vulnerability crosses his eyes as he senses that he’s losing you. "regulus, you’re going down a path that I cannot follow.” you whisper before brushing past him and rushing back to your dorm to succumb to your emotions alone.

regulus's gaze follows you, and for a moment, he thinks about chasing after you. he wishes to squeeze your hand, as a silent acknowledgment of the lifeline he longs to provide for you. but he knows he has to let you go, if you’ve made up your mind, then there is no way he’d get you back. he needs to let you go because he loves you, and that means he would end the world to make you happy—even if that means without him.

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days turn into weeks, and the distance between you and regulus seems to widen. one evening, you find regulus alone in a hidden corner of the library. his gaze is distant, lost in the labyrinth of his thoughts. the air cracks with tension as you approach, uncertain of what lies ahead.

"regulus," you speak softly, the sound of your voice breaking through the uneasy silence.

he turns to face you, and the weariness in his eyes speaks volumes, but the spark of hope beneath that speaks louder. "y/n, you were right. you shouldn't be here. it’s dangerous." regulus whispers, returning a book to the shelf and attempting to brush past you, just like you’d done the night in the astronomy tower.

you grab his hand before he can run away, refusing to be deterred. "no, I was wrong. I won't let you face this alone.” you say, shaking your head, “we can find a way together.”

regulus's gaze wavers, the conflict within him visible. "he’s planning a war, y/n. being close to me would mean you're always going to be at risk. " he responds, his voice barely audible.

you step closer, determined to bridge the gap between the two of you. "regulus, please. you don't have to face this alone."

a vulnerable silence hangs in the air, and then, unexpectedly, regulus breaks down. the walls he had built crumble, and you find yourself holding him as he weeps. the weight of the choices, the darkness, and the burden of a path he is walking alone overwhelms him. you begin to whisper words of solace, offering reassurance that he doesn’t have to walk through this darkness alone.

as the tears subside, regulus clings to you—in the dark corner of the library, as if afraid that letting go would mean losing the only anchor he has left. the journey ahead is uncertain, and the war threatening to break out scares you more than anything ever has, but you vow to stand by regulus’s side. together you will find a way to make it out. love had always been your guiding light, a beacon in the shadows, as you face the daunting task of rescuing the lost soul of regulus black from the clutches of voldemort and the death eater’s grip.

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