#regulus black x oc

[witchywomanrunningupthathill]

It had started out innocent… Mostly. You were sat in his lap, your hands cradling his face as you planted kisses on each of his cheeks, his eyelids. He never hid his love for your gentle affection, evidenced by the blissful smirk that danced on his lips and the way his hands rubbed up and down your hips soothingly.

You hadn’t bothered pulling the curtains closed around his bed. You had the whole room to yourselves, seeing as most everyone had gone to Hogsmeade for the day.

Now, you were moving in a way that was anything but innocent. A wanton moan escaped your lips. Regulus was big. And you never tired of that delicious stretch every time he thrust into you.

“You’ve no idea how good that feels,” you said, prompting a smug chuckle to escape from the boy’s throat.

“Think I do, love,” said Regulus.

You ground onto him harder and his hand wrapped around your throat, fingers tightening on your pulse points, testing. You used one of your hands to grab at his wrist as you stopped your movements in his lap. The display of dominance had your head falling back in pleasure. But you quickly realized that you were actually falling back onto his unmade bed. He still had his hand around your throat as you stared up at him with doe eyes. His gaze raked up and down your body.

“You look so hot when you’re laid out for me like this.” In an attempt to hide your blush, you turned your head into the sheets, which smelled of peppercorn and boy. In the process, he’d let go of your neck. Regulus got off the bed and now stood at the side. “Don’t act innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago. He gripped you ankles in both hands, ready to pull you to the edge of the mattress where he stood.

“Now get over here.”

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[shadowbriar]

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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[ltsokaylove]

“Endroit Sûr” Safe Place

A Regulus Black x Reader

Summary: After a long summer of not being able to write to one another, you reunite in his dorm at the beginning of sixth year.

!Tw!

Scars, very brief mention of abuse

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The amount of relief that flooded her system on the first day of sixth year was astronomical to say the least. Leaving Regulus alone in the company of his family was the last thing she wanted to do, but as a half blood, she didn't really have the option to go with him.

The fall air felt amazing on her face as she walked into the train station. After walking through to platform 9 3/4, her eyes betray her and search the station for Regulus and his family. Her eyes catch on Regulus and his parents before Shes startled out of her staring.

"Y/n!'

She turns and is met with the mischievous face of Sirius.

"Make it any more obvious and my mother will probably come hex you,"

Her face heats up immensely. "Shut up Siri," she mumbles into his chest as he embraces you lovingly. You feel the rumble of a chuckle as it breaks out through his chest. "Missed you idiot,"

"Missed you too chéri," he says with a childlike glint in his eye.

She rolls her eys playfully, pushing herself out of his grasp.

"I know, I know it'll always be my brother," he dramatically sniffles and grabs his arm as if he's physically wounded.

"Oh toughen up Padfoot!" James yells from behind her, tackling them both simultaneously and pulling her into a warm hug.

They find Remus and Peter before retreating into your usual compartment.

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Hogwarts felt a little different this time around, colder maybe? Or maybe the only thing that was bothering her was the fact that she couldn't get Regulus to look at her once throughout the entire feast, and he wasn't in his usual compartment on the train.

Her heart ached for him, and it wasn't a feeling she liked. The entire walk back to the Gryffindor common room her mind spiraled on how she would get James to lend you his cloak.

The second the boys ventured up the stairs to their dorm you were on their tails.

"Y/nnn, what do you want? To see us naked? Were gonna change."

She snorts, "Fuck off James I need your cloak".

James is laying stomach down on his bed facing her, his legs kicking up like a schoolgirl. "What for dear Y/n?" He teases with a smirk.

She rolls her eyes at his antics. "You know,"

"Fine"

"Thank you so muc-"

"But you're doing my charms homework for a week"

Her smile dissipates, "Fine, James, give it".

He smiles mischievously tossing it at her head.

"You little-"

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You threw the cloak over your body, cradling it close as you stealthily navigated the hallways to the Slytherin common room like you had so many times before.

She creeps into his dorm silently, praying his roommates aren't there, even though she knows they're definitely out partying with the Ravenclaws since its their first night back.

The first thing she sees is beautiful, Regulus laying on his side with his back to her. The candlelight perfectly illuminates the muscles in his back. The breath is almost stolen from her as she admires the candid beauty of him, until she almost has a heart attack as she notices the scars running at his lower back.

She drops the cloak immediately, "Reg?" He doesn't even have a chance to be surprised before you're on the bed next to him cautiously examining his body, or the parts of it that aren't shielded by the black satiny sheets of his bed.

"Mon chéri?" he asks cautiously looking at you, as if its you that should be breaking down instead of him. "Why are you here?"

"God Reg, I've been so worried about you".

His stoic expression immediately drops when he sees the look on your face, he takes a slightly shuddering breath before exhaling.

"And when I couldn't find you on the train, or get you to look at me during dinner, I thought I messed it up somehow-"

He sits up, "You didn't do anything, wrong, I promise-"

She sighs, gently running a hand through his dark curls. "I don't even care about that right now, Reg. What happened?"

He looks at her with a heartbreakingly vulnerable expression, like he's ready to beg her for mercy. But for what? She doesn't know.

He's shaking, "Remember I love you so much, I would never hurt you or let anyone else-"

She swallows, "What is it Reg? I can take it,"

After a few beats he breaks the silence, "I got the mark- I didn't want to-" he swallows, "I just don't want to die yet".

He studies the expression on her face, "Please don't leave me," his voice is so tiny and desperate that you almost didn't hear the small plead.

"No, no. Of course I'm not leaving you- I'm just a little shocked as all," she immediately pulls him into her arms. As she does so she gets a view of the rest of the scars along his torso and chest and she starts to tear up, heartbroken. "What did they do to you,"

He seems pained but sounds unbothered when he answers you, "Oh you know," he laughs lightly, "Just mother".

She doesn't laugh with him. "I don't want you to stay in that house.."

"Its not that easy-"

"I know its just- I worry. I couldn't fathom losing you".

"You've got me," with says with finality, leaving no room for argument or dismissal.

She embraces him tighter.

"Stay the night love?" he asks looking down at her with hope filled eyes.

She grins hesitantly, "I was just about to ask".

He walks over to his closet and tosses her a sweater and sweatpants. “Here get comfy”.

She nods thankfully before quickly changing, ignoring the heat pooling in her stomach as she feels him watching her intently.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer,” she giggles throwing her old shirt at him.

He rolls his eyes playfully, and pulls her by the waist back into bed. His arms tighten around him and he pulls her closer, all the tension in his body disappearing the moment she touches him.

“You really are my endroit sûr, mon chéri,“

“Endroit sûr?” She asks quietly, face buried into the crook of his neck.

“Safe place, your my safe place darling”.

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[entitled-fangirl]

The misaligned stars.

Remus Lupin x Original Character x (past)Regulus Black

Summary: The golden trio knocks on the door of someone who can help them with the Slytherin locket.

Warnings: talks of death, drowning, death eaters, not bad

A/N: It is so hard to try to summarize who liked who and who's related and shit, so good luck.

Masterlist

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Hermione knocked on the door of the small house.

It was Dumbledore's idea- going to the house of Cassiopeia Malfoy.

But Dumbledore was gone, and now it was up to the trio.

The door opened slowly. 

A small woman with the infamous white Malfoy hair peered through the crack. "H…Hello?"

Hermione gave a small smile, "Hello. We're looking for Cassiopeia Malfoy."

The woman's eyebrows furrowed, but her voice remained quiet, "What do you want with her?"

Harry stepped forward, "We have some questions. About this." 

He held up the fake locket.

Even Ron noticed the widening of her eyes and the quickening of her breath.

"…Come in."

…

The woman set down four cups of hot tea and sat in one of the chairs of the living room. "How did you know I knew about this?"

Ron piped up, "Kreature mentioned you."

Her head tilted, "Kreature? Kreature talked about me?"

"Yeah," Harry chirped as he took a sip of the tea. "He said you took the locket. To keep him from getting hurt."

"That's true," she said. "I couldn't leave him like that. Everyone knows where the Black house is. I could hide it away and no one would know."

"Hide it?" Hermione asked. "What's your connection to the Blacks?"

"My connection?" She almost scoffed. "I am a Black. Somewhat."

The trio gave each other confused looks.

"Oh. You… you didn't… I didn't… um…" Her eyes widened as she looked away.

"You knew Sirius. He said that." Harry said. "Did you… marry him?"

The woman gave out a laugh, "Merlin, no!" She pushed a strand of her curly hair behind her ear. "No, no. Sirius and I were wonderful friends, yes. But, no. I was married to Regulus."

"You married Regulus Black?" Hermione asked in shock.

"I didn't know he was married," Ron quirked.

"That was the point," Cassiopeia said. "After… after James and Lily died- the day they died- Regulus and I married."

"While you were still in school?" Hermione asked again.

"Yes," she said. "We loved each other so much. But, we feared that something could happen to us, and we married that day. If we were to die, we wanted to be married first."

"That's romantic," Hermione sighed.

"That's bloody ridiculous," Ron scoffed.

"Ronald!" Hermione scorned.

"No, it was." Cassiopeia said. "But, it worked. Regulus died not long after and… I still carry the name."

"Cassiopeia… Black?" Harry asked.

She nodded. "But no one else knows that." 

She snapped out of her thoughts, "Right. The locket."

Harry gripped it in his hand, "Locket? I thought it was just a pendant."

"Oh, no." She said. "A locket. But it holds something wicked inside."

"The horcrux." Hermione chimed in.

"Yes. A horcrux. Let me… um…" She stood and disappeared into one of the side rooms of her home. They heard the sound of digging in one of the drawers before she appeared again, "Here it is."

In her hand, a horcrux of Lord Voldemort dangled delicately.

Harry held a hand up to his forehead in pain.

"It was the last thing Regulus did- getting this, I mean." She stated.

Ron held out his hand, taking the locket in his hand. "What happened exactly?"

"It's complicated. You know how to destroy a horcrux?"

Harry shrugged, "No, but we intend to find out."

"Well, if surviving in that cave is any indication, I'd say you three can figure it out."

Her words provided little comfort. 

Harry moved forward in his seat, "I know I'm simply prying but-"

"-But how did he die?" Cassiopeia guessed.

Harry nodded.

"He was drowned by the Inferi."

"He died IN the cave?" Harry asked.

She nodded, sipping her tea again. Her voice was barely heard, "yes."

The three noticed the shaking in her hands.

"Please. Tell us what happened?" Hermione pleaded.

She sighed and set the cup down, "Regulus was a calculated man. He knew what he was doing. He gained the trust of the Dark Lord. He was… he was in the higher ranks. But when Sirius was charged falsely for betraying your parents, Regulus knew the truth and vowed to find a way to kill Voldemort. He… discovered the horcruxes and… well…"

Harry nodded and opened his mouth to say more, but paused when he heard the front door open and a familiar voice ring throughout the home, "Sophie?"

Cassiopeia turned her head to look over her shoulder, "I'm in here, love."

The trio felt the air leave their lungs as Remus Lupin rounded the corner.

He paused, "Oh. Harry, Ron, Hermione. I didn't… I wasn't expecting you three."

He stepped toward the woman and placed his hands on her shoulders, "Is everything alright?"

"Yes, Harry is just here to ask about Regulus."

Remus nodded, "I see."

"I'm so sorry," Hermione chimed in. "I have to ask…"

Cassiopeia sighed as her cheeks turned red, "It's a… newer development. Things have been hard for us as of late, and… we find… solace in each other."

They both loved a Black brother.

And both of those brothers were dead.

Remus nodded and bent down to kiss the crown of her head. "I'll make supper. You three stay tonight."

"No, that's alright, Remus-" Harry said.

"-Nonsense." Remus chided. "It's dangerous for you three right now. Stay at least tonight. For me."

The three debated and communicated through their eyes before Harry nodded, "That would be lovely. Thank you."

…

It was relieving to Harry to finally get to see two people that truly loved each other interact in such a domestic state: making supper.

Their hands brushed occasionally and they shared a smile each time.

He couldn't help but stare.

Even as Remus pulled one of her arms towards him. She absentmindedly let him, immersed in her cooking. He pulled the sleeve of her shirt to her elbow and rubbed the faded dark mark that resided there.

She quickly turned to look at him.

He gave a sweet smile and gently kissed her wrist, then kissed her cheek.

She smiled and shooed him away.

…

"Why have you never mentioned her before?" Harry asked Remus after dinner.

The man sighed, "It's too complicated."

"Well, we have time." Harry scoffed.

"No, you need your rest. Sleep and we'll talk in the morning. I'll help you get anything you need for the road."

"Thank you, Remus."

"-Remus?" Cassiopeia almost whispered as she leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen.

Remus could feel himself melting at her tired eyes. "Yes, dove?"

"When are you coming to bed?"

His eyes flicked to Harry, then back to her, "In just a moment, darling, I promise."

She nodded and rubbed her eyes. She turned back to her room and muttered a quiet, "G'night, Harry."

Harry made a note of the light in Remus's eyes.

"Tell me." Remus concluded, "Did she tell you what you needed to know?"

Harry shrugged, "I mean…. I still don't know how to destroy it, but I have it now, and that's all I needed from her."

Remus nodded, and pulled his lips into a thin line in thought.

"I'm sorry," Harry piped up, "about Regulus. That must have been hard for her."

"You've no idea," Remus muttered. "She's always been a sweet soul. Even back at Hogwarts. Everyone loved her."

"How the hell did she end up marrying Regulus?" Harry asked.

"She was a Hufflepuff. The Malfoys were outraged. But Regulus managed to talk Lucius into keeping ties with her. After all, that was his sister. But… Regulus took an interest in her. Who wouldn't?" Remus leaned back in his seat, reminiscing out loud for Harry. "And they secretly dated for almost a year before we found out- me, Sirius, Peter, and your father. She ran around in some of our circles. Peter was infatuated with her. We teased him about it all of the time but Sirius would always get mad."

Harry felt a smile come to his face at the thought of his parents' time at the school.

"Regulus and Sophie were still in school, their seventh year when your parents died. Seeing Sirius accused and sent to Askaban. It sent Regulus into a tailspin. They were married after that."

"Yeah, she mentioned that."

"Well, Regulus came to the Order and offered information. We accepted. Not long after, we heard of his death."

Harry furrowed his brows, "But surely Cassiopeia would've stopped him from going, right?"

Remus ran a hand over his face and sighed, "No. He promised her he'd take her… to ease her spirits. But he left in the morning before she awoke. Left her a note. And never came back." He chewed on his lip before continuing, "She didn't find out what happened until Kreature came back and told her."

"And… the dark mark?"

"Ah, yes. Um… She joined when she was dating Regulus. It was to please everyone's families so they could be married. But, she wasn't ever loyal to Voldemort. And Regulus didn't make her attend meetings. He couldn't bare to corrupt her like that."

The boy who lived was finally starting to understand. "And you two…"

Remus chuckled, "We used to be wonderful friends at Hogwarts. Studied together. Never any romantic feelings. Wasn't until after Sirius died that we grew attached to each other."

Cassiopeia appeared in the doorway again, her hair awry this time and wearing pajamas, "-Remus? You promised." 

"And so I did, Sophie." He stood and walked to her, taking her waist in his hands gently. "Good night, Harry. We'll talk in the morning."

Harry could hear the two wandering down the hall as Remus cooed, "Let's get you to bed, sweet woman."

It made the boy's heart happy.

In another world, he thought, they'd be beyond happy.

He flipped the locket over and over in his hand, lost in thought.

Cassiopeia Black. Hmm.

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[astraeaalstroemeria]

Regulus Black Masterlist by Astraea

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Regulus Black

He is often misunderstood by people around him because of his cold demeanor and facade that he always had. Growing in an abusive household was difficult; he had to obey his parents to live and survive. But deep down, he was just a boy that craved for affection and to feel the feeling of being loved by someone.

you are and will always be my only salvation (one-shot)

SYNOPSIS: Regulus finally had enough when he was given an ultimatum—it was the icing on the cake that he had longed to cut—and decides to run to his salvation and away from his abusive household on the day he was supposed to receive the dark mark from the Dark Lord.

please don't be in love with someone else (one-shot)

SYNOPSIS: Regulus has had a secret crush for you for as long as he can remember, and his friends tease him but always deny it. Until the day before the Yule Ball where everyone was talking about going with their dates and he saw for himself that you were already asked out. He knew he was too late. Or was he?

and i never felt so alone, felt so alone (original ending) (soon...)

↳ and i never felt so loved, felt so loved (alternate ending) (soon...)

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[bittersweetarts]

Fanfic Recommendations ✴ by bittersweetarts (Volume I)

Fandoms: Harry Potter (Books), House of the Dragon (TV), The Bear (TV), Criminal Minds (TV)

As much as I like writing fanfiction, I love reading it even more! I enjoy a beautifully-written story as much as anyone does, and recommend the following for those looking for a wonderful read that will make you feel like you're in another world –

dirty old town – Regulus Black x OC

Author: WizardGod

Status: Complete - AO3 Page

One of my favourite stories that I have ever read.

Set during the Marauders Era, the plot follows a young woman named Finn Lynch, who lives a reserved life in rural Ireland, until her uncle, Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, asks her temporarily house a war defector from a Wizarding World she is not part of.

Word Count: 286,984

Tropes: Slow Burn, Mild Enemies-to-Lovers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family

Thy Wicked Torment – Fred Weasley x OC

Author: this_pendent_world

Status: Complete - AO3 Page

You know it's a good fanfic when the writing actually makes you feel like you're in Hogwarts, and this story is impeccable!

Set during the Tri-Wizard Tournament, the story follows a young Slytherin named Evangeline Parkinson Rothchild, and the trouble she ends up finding herself in as she becomes involved with Fred Weasley, Gryffindor's resident troublemaker.

Word Count: 218,347

Tropes: Enemies-to-Lovers, Slow Burn, Angst, Found Family

Where the Gold Meets the Green – Aemond Targaryen x OC

Author: vhagarapologist

Status: WIP - AO3 Page

Well-written House of the Dragon fanfiction with romance, political intrigue and minimal Targ-cest?? Say less. This is a fairly recent-read and is still being regularly updated, but I am really enjoying it and look forward to reading new chapters when they come out.

The story follows Leona Lannister, the only surviving child of Tyland Lannister, during the Dance of the Dragons, as she navigates life in King's Landing and catches the eye of two Targaryen princes.

Current Word Count: 67,148

Tropes: Slow Burn, Enemies-to-Lovers, Angst, Toxic Relationship

The Fool and the Dragon – Aemond Targaryen x OC

Author: prince_aemond_targaryen / @prince-aemond-targaryen

Status: WIP (Almost Complete) - AO3 Page

The first Aemond Targaryen story that I adored (written before the episodes with him as an adult aired) - back when Season 1 was airing, I would re-read the chapters between the weekly episode premieres to tide me over; it's just that good.

Faune Follard, the valued lady-in-waiting of Princess Helaena Targaryen, navigates life in King's Landing whilst enduring the ire of the One-Eyed Prince.

Current Word Count: 99,899

Tropes: Slow Burn, Angst, Mild Enemies-to-Lovers, Toxic Relationship

How Can You Mend a Broken Heart – Carmen “Carmy” Berzatto x Reader

Author: justfantasy

Status: WIP - AO3 Page

Finding good Carmy fanfiction is akin to searching for water in a drought, and I do really wish there was more! This is my favourite one, but sadly there aren't many chapters and it hasn't been updated in a while.

Carmen “Carmy” Berzatto, a man of few words, has a one night stand which turns into something more.

Current Word Count: 11,345

Tropes: Friends-to-Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining

The Keeping of Words – Spencer Reid x OC

Author: BryWrites

Status: Complete First Version on Fanfiction.Net + WIP Second Version Re-Write on AO3

I read this story originally when it started being published seven years ago, and I was obsessed!

The story follows an aspiring human rights lawyer, Bianca Brown, as she is asked to assist on a BAU case and ends up finding herself intertwined with a member of the BAU, an elusive man named Dr. Spencer Reid.

Word Count: 264,402 (FFN) / 202,439 (AO3)

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort, Second Chances, Slow Burn

This list is not very long, but like said, these are stories that I really enjoy and feel passionate about. Evidently I prefer self-insert fanfiction, but I do read anything and everything. If you have a recommendation (for any fandom and any pairing), feel free to share in the comments!

I also write fanfiction myself, and my masterlist is linked below incase you'd like to give any story a read.

– Masterlist ✴ by bittersweetarts

Until next time, Happy Holidays!

PS. I still don't know how to respond to comments on posts (as this is a secondary blog), but I read and appreciate them all! If you ever want a direct response from me, you can private message me or send a question in my ask inbox.

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[mangomonk]

pretty little aristocrat

↳ summary: regulus and his thief attend the Malfoy ball as a first step of selling their cover as lovers to infiltrate pureblood society and get closer to tom riddle's diary ↳ content: fake dating, begrudging partners, slowburn, mutual pining, regulus is emotionally constipated, kai is emotionally unconstipated ↳ context: regulus black x thief!oc oneshot based off my horcrux heist fic, take what you can carry, on ao3

When Kai steps out into the living room of Jade and Sirius’s flat, she’s filled with a strange mixture of bashfulness and confidence — the first from the fact that she’s still quite uncomfortable with being stared at, the latter from the fact that she’s sure her choice in her ball gown and accessories are quite riveting. Luxurious enough to pass as Regulus’s significant other at Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black’s engagement ball — she’s so confident that she can imagine that even Dumbledore would be happy that he had chosen her to work undercover.

So when she steps out, in her glimmering gold ball gown, matching gold bangles, fur shoulder wrap, hair feathers — amongst other accessories she had accumulated from her years of thievery — she is entirely shocked when Regulus stares at her first blankly and uncomprehendingly, and then hard.

“No,” Regulus says immediately, blanching.

Kai feels something in her deflate as she stares at him incredulously. “No?” She echoes, brows shooting up as she regains her composure. “What do you mean, no?”

“I mean, absolutely not,” Regulus continues disapprovingly, his nose wrinkling delicately as his gaze roves over her. His posh English accent is pompous and dripping with disdain as he continues, “Your choice in dress is hideous. Awfully so.”

Kai gapes at him, the low burn of embarrassment settling in her stomach as she stares at him hard. “Hideous?” She repeats, her voice climbing an octave.

Regulus nods, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, but before he can continue, Sirius, who had been watching next to his brother, coughs, his elbow darting out to indiscreetly shove into his brother’s ribs. “What my dear, daft, daft brother means to say is that it’s…”

“—tacky,” Regulus finishes for him helpfully.

Sirius’s amiable smile twitches into a pained grimace as he shoots his brother a look out of the corner of his eye.

“I think it’s not bad,” Jade pitches in, stepping towards her to admire it. The amber-eyed girl had been watching in quiet interest from Sirius’s other side, her gaze strangely approving as she takes in Kai’s ball gown. “The fur might be a bit much, but I like it otherwise.” Behind her, Sirius is muttering to Regulus furiously, but at Jade’s comment, he stops and gapes at his girlfriend.

“Yes, but you also used to wear those awful pants—” Sirius begins, but cuts off immediately when Jade whirls around to stare at him.

“Awful?” She echoes incredulously. Kai winces a little out of sympathy for Sirius, who also winces underneath Jade’s stare. “You said you liked them after—”

“No, darling, I just meant—” Sirius backtracks quickly, his voice rising to a new panic, but Regulus cuts in.

“I just meant that they’re disagreeable to me,” he says evenly.

They all fall silent and still. Jade and Sirius’s eyes flicker from Kai to Regulus, who’s standing with an innocent and expectant expression on his face. Kai, on the other hand, is beginning to fume, the color rising steadily to her cheeks, not out of embarrassment, but out of irritation as she begins to work herself into an anger. It’s all she can do to prevent the hurt from showing on her face. “Of course,” Kai begins, ignoring the grimaces from Jade and Sirius. “Because everything just has to be agreeable to you, hm?”

Regulus’s expression falters, as if he’s realized he’s said something wrong. His eyes widen fractionally, and he straightens slowly, as if to not spook a wild animal. “That’s not what I meant—” he begins, but Kai has already steamrolled ahead.

“And what would you, pretty little aristocrat,” Kai fumes, “—think is agreeable for me to wear, hm?” Regulus quiets, as if then realizing that he should choose his words with care. Sirius steps forward, shooting his younger brother a warning look, but Regulus seems not to notice as an odd look flickers across his face. Kai watches as he smoothly fishes out his wand and waves it languidly. From his room, a carefully wrapped package levitates into his hands and he proffers it to her jerkily, his gaze fixating away from her pointedly. “Perhaps you’ll find this suitable,” he says, his voice revealing nothing.

Kai narrows her eyes at him, and when she makes no motion to take it, he tips his head towards it in a strangely odd-fashioned motion. Sirius, likely astutely noticing a brief deflation in her anger, grabs the wrapped package quickly and shoves it into Kai’s hand, barking out a sharp laugh of what sounds like relief. “Wonderful, Jade, love, why don’t you help her get dressed and we’ll see how this one is?”

Jade straightens quickly, nodding rapidly as she ushers Kai back into her room. “We’ll be right out,” she agrees before Kai can resist — or perhaps consider hexing Regulus. Once the door is closed behind them, Jade sighs a little as she holds out the wrapped package to Kai, who takes it grudgingly. “He’s just as bad as his brother,” Jade comments as Kai pulls away at the delicate ribbon holding the package together. “They can both be so emotionally constipated—” Jade is saying, when the words die in her throat at the sight of the unwrapped package.

Out tumbles emerald silk, the glistening fabric sliding over her hands like water as Kai holds it upright. The green is beautiful, vacillating between the color of ink and a deep green in the light. “Wow,” they both breathe out. Though Kai is stubborn and catches herself in her awe, she is also a thief with a vicious affinity to all things beautiful, so she holds no resistance as Jade begins to excitedly undo her corset to get her into the new dress.

“Why does he have this?” Kai grumbles as she slides the dress over her head. Admittedly, it fits better than the earlier ball gown — the fabric slides like wind against her skin and falls like water over her body.

Jade simply smiles at her in mild amusement, her gaze all-knowing as she shrugs. “I reckon he’ll find it agreeable,” is all she says as she opens the bedroom door and nudges Kai out.

When she emerges from the bedroom, Kai straightens and juts out her chin stubbornly at Regulus, who has also straightened from his earlier slouch against the wall.

Regulus is staring at her assessingly, his gray gaze heavy and roving, but unreadable otherwise. “Well?” She demands, eyeing him irritably. “Is this agreeable to you?” She didn’t think that her choice of dress earlier had been that bad at all — no, Regulus was just an uptight prude with no sense of fashion. Though his current clothes suggested otherwise — he was looking irritatingly handsome in his billowing satin shirt and finely tailored trousers. A heavyset robe of what looked like emerald velvet was folded neatly over his arm as he assessed her change of clothes. Distractingly, Kai notices that the emerald of his robes is the same color as her dress.

“Yes, it’ll do,” Regulus said shortly after a pause before turning away from her.

Kai scoffed a little, before hitching her skirt up a little to follow him. He was so bloody irritating that it was easy to forget that she tolerated him sometimes. “It’ll do,” she mimicked, purposely drawing her voice in his haughty manner. “You spare no compliments to a lady and you call yourself a gentleman,” Kai grumbled under her breath.

— — — — —

The carriage ride to the Malfoy Manor is tense and silent. Kai is quiet because she can begin to feel the nerves build in her stomach — the familiar ache of anxieties that begin to gnaw at her before any mission or paid job she accepts. But this one feels different — it feels like higher stakes and she can imagine all the ways that their night could go wrong. They needed to sell this cover so she could get closer to the diary, but what if they couldn't? She could imagine any of the Pureblood aristocrats seeing through her and Regulus’s cover easily — maybe they can see it in the way she holds herself that she doesn’t belong there, or the way she drinks or dances or laughs. Maybe Dumbledore made a grave mistake in entrusting this cover to her. Kai is so quietly engrossed in these thoughts that she didn’t notice that the carriage had stopped, and that Regulus had already climbed out of the carriage and had been waiting for her.

“Please forgive me and accept my hand,” Regulus says as he stares up at her. His hand is outstretched to help her down from the carriage. Kai blinks down at him a few times before she realizes that he had mistaken her silence during the carriage ride for stormy anger. While she had been angry over his choice of words, it wasn’t anything new — the first thing that Regulus had said to her when they met was that she wasn’t good enough.

But Kai would rather hex herself in the foot than admit to Regulus that she was nervous, so she shoots him a withering look to disguise any anxieties. “I’m afraid I might be disagreeable to you,” she says wryly, swallowing down her nerves.

To his credit, Regulus looks embarrassed, though she’s not sure if it’s because of what she’s said or if it’s because the other couples that had descended from the other carriages had begun to look at them curiously. “Your choice in dress was… eccentric,” Regulus says slowly.

“Wow—” Kai drawls unimpressed, but Regulus shoulders on before she can work herself into another fit of anger.

“But I will admit my words were quite harsh, and I apologize. Please forgive me and accept my hand.” Regulus is looking up at her through his lashes, and her mind goes unhelpfully blank despite her irritation with him. In their time together, she’s never heard Regulus utter any semblance of an apology to anyone, so hearing it from him plainly is quite jarring. She’s about to move to take his hand when he continues, his gaze flitting away from her. “And, on the contrary, I never said you were disagreeable to me.”

Not fair, she thinks, swallowing thickly. Her resistance entirely dismantled, Kai grabs his hand none too gracefully and steps down from the carriage. Before she can react, Regulus lifts her hand and bends over at the same time, his lips against her knuckles in one swift motion. Even though he barely brushes her skin, Kai flinches back out of pure shock, but Regulus keeps a firm hold on her hand.

“What are you doing?” She blurts, mortified, her jaw gone slack.

“It’s tradition,” he hisses irritably. When he finally straightens, his face is a mask of cool calmness. He dips his head imperceptibly at her and Kai takes it as a signal to step down from the carriage.

Once she does, he lets go of her hand immediately, his hand darting into the pockets of his sleek robes, but Kai pays him no mind as she straightens her dress and looks around.

The Malfoy Manor is large and grand, with rising marble pillars decorating the front of the mansion and beautifully pruned hedges leading to a garden. Glowing orbs of colored light bob gently in the air, lighting the cobblestone path that leads to the manor’s doors. They’re also not alone — other couples are getting down from their respective carriages, all following similar mannerisms that Regulus just displayed. 

When they enter the manor, Kai becomes immediately aware of the weight of stares. “They’re staring,” she hisses to him, though she tries to maintain a neutral expression and not one of panic. It’s difficult though, especially when she can see the unabashedly scrutinizing stares from her peripheral view. Being stared at goes against every fiber in her body, against every skill that she has survived off of thus far, but she holds in her panic.

“Of course they are,” Regulus murmurs. When she looks up at him, she’s irritated to see an expression of true impassiveness on his pretty features. If anything, he looks entirely bored as he surveys the room.

“I thought we were supposed to go unnoticed,” she whispers to him, feeling a flush crawl up the nape of her neck at all the attention.

Regulus snorts softly, his gaze finally flickering down to her in plain amusement. “No, thief,” he murmurs, quiet enough for only her to hear. “That was never the plan.” Before she can say anything else, he lifts the crook of his elbow and tilts his chin down imperceptibly at it. “We’re supposed to sell our unity. Now take my arm before you raise any more suspicions.”

Kai straightens, doing as she’s told grudgingly. When she loops her hand around the crook of his elbow, he stiffens a little. “You’re holding on too tightly,” he hisses, his eyes flaring briefly before it smoothes back into one of cordial blankness as he dips his head in greeting to a nearby couple that had glanced over in interest. Kai blinks down at her hands before realizing that irritatingly, he’s correct. She had been gripping onto his arm like a lifeline, her fingers bunching up the velvet fabric of his robes.

She loosens her hold immediately, taking a steadying breath. “I didn’t expect to be stared at like this,” she says, still feeling entirely tense. She doesn’t understand how Regulus can look so calm and unbothered in an environment like this.

“It’s because you’re with me,” he says simply, taking a gorgeous glass chalice from a nearby server’s plate. Kai eyes the glimmering details of the chalice distractedly before registering what he had just said. She narrows her eyes at him instinctively, thinking that he was being big-headed as usual, but Regulus’s expression holds nothing of his usual arrogance as he eyes the glimmering contents of the chalice assessingly.

He seems to sense her doubt because he just sighs, as if she’s being unbearably dumb. “I’m the only heir to one of the most powerful families in the Wizarding World. And I’ve never taken anyone to any of the bloody balls we always had to attend,” he continues, taking a long sip from the chalice. When he lowers the glass, his lips are stained scarlet from the wine. “Of course they’ll be staring.”

“Oh,” Kai says dumbly, tearing her gaze away from his mouth when another thought occurs to her. “Why haven’t you taken anyone—”

“Regulus,” a voice drawls from behind them. When they turn, Kai finds herself in the path of a tall, willowy girl her age. Immediately, Kai’s attention is dragged to the girl’s hair — long and adorned with delicate gold designs that’s glossy enough that Kai can feel her fingers begin to twitch. She’s beautiful, or she would be, if her face wasn’t twisted in a look of barely concealed contempt as it falls on Kai.

“Carrow,” Regulus greets coolly, dipping his head politely. 

“Alecto,” the girl corrects, a little smile playing across her lips. She really is pretty, Kai thinks as she tears her gaze away from the gold in her hair. “We’re on a first name basis, aren’t we?” Regulus says nothing to this, and at his silence, Alecto Carrow’s gaze slides over to Kai. “And who is this?”

Kai straightens, clearing her throat as she dips her head, mimicking the way she had seen some of the other women do earlier when they entered. “Mei,” Kai answers, dipping smoothly into her fake background. Though she wished they had picked a cooler name, the others in the order had wanted something forgettable. 

“Mei,” Alecto drawls, looking entirely unimpressed. Her brows arch as she scrutinizes her. “And what’s your family name?”

“Tian.”

“Hmm,” the girl hums, looking at her assessingly. “Haven’t heard of it.”

“I’m not from around here,” Kai says, casting what she hopes is a demure look, and to her relief, Alecto doesn’t seem interested in finding out more. Instead, the girl seems to have put her attention into scrutinizing Kai’s dress.

Alecto's expression betrays little outside of the Pureblood aristocratic impassivity that Kai has gotten used to from Regulus. Kai forces herself to not straighten, and instead leans into Regulus’s arm a little more. Predictably, Alecto's eyes track the movement impulsively. To his credit, Regulus doesn’t move away from her, but she catches the way his bicep tenses under her fingertips. 

“Beautiful dress,” Alecto says finally, though her lips are pursed to suggest that she thinks otherwise. “Where is it from? I haven’t seen it in this season’s brochures.” 

Kai freezes, but forces herself not to tighten her grip on Regulus’s arm. Frankly, she has no idea where the dress is from outside of Regulus tossing it to her nonchalantly earlier. Amycus seems to catch onto this because she continues, her nose wrinkled in thought — or disdain, Kai isn’t sure. 

“Or is it from Cordia’s? No offense intended of course,” her attention slides to Regulus, who has been strangely quiet throughout the entire exchange. “I can’t imagine anyone connected to the Black family giving business to a shop that sells to Mudbloods.”

Alecto lets out a sharp laugh, but Kai is scrambling to follow along with the conversation. Cordia’s? Brochures? She knew she was being subtly insulted, but she had no idea what any of these words meant—

“Isn’t it from Madam Delfina’s newest line?” A new voice cuts in. Kai turns to see a girl with ash-blonde hair looking at them, her expression one of perfect boredom. It looks even more mastered than Regulus’s disinterested expression.

“Aspen,” Alecto greets with a tight-lipped smile before continuing, “No, I didn’t see it in her latest brochure—”

“By newest line, I meant, unreleased,” Alecto interrupts, stepping closer to inspect Kai’s dress. Kai can tell that the girl is subtly impressed by the way her gaze roves over Kai’s dress. “Of course, only her upper echelon have access to those designs.” Alecto's mouth shuts, a flicker of cold irritation flashing across her face. But Aspen ignores her and turns to Regulus. “Am I correct?”

Regulus speaks up, finally, his voice strangely stiff as if he was reluctant to disclose this information. “It is of Madam Delfina’s designs,” he confirms. Kai’s gaze slides up to him discreetly, but he’s pointedly not looking at her.

“And how did you manage to convince her to sell this?” Aspen asks, her gaze roving back over Kai’s dress. Kai wants nothing more than to conjure a deep hole and bury herself within it than be perceived and scrutinized at this level, but instead, she stands perfectly still and matches the girl’s assessing stare. “I attempted to get my hands on this, but she refused me. Twice, actually. In fact, I didn’t even see this color.”

Regulus looks away, his tone bored as he answers shortly, “I had it made.” Kai’s gaze darts up to him in surprise. She hadn’t thought about the dress’ origins at all, let alone thought that it had any high society significance. He’s still pointedly not looking at her at all, his gaze roving around the room in careful disinterest.

In front of her, Alecto pales a little as she says, “Custom made?”

Regulus’s gaze turns to Alecto coolly. Kai finds herself grateful not to be on the receiving end of that, because his stare is unexpectedly chilly. “As you implied earlier, Carrow,” he begins, his voice cold. “Only the best for those connected to the Black family.” He pauses for a beat, his eyes flickering to Kai. His gaze is heavy with significance as he looks at her, his glower softening in a way that makes her breath hitch. “And she’s to become a Black.”

Kai, who has remained silent and still for this exchange out of fear of saying something that would flag suspicion, jolts at his words. Luckily, both Aspen and Alecto seem equally as caught off guard that they don’t notice her shock as they both gape at Regulus. The witches and wizards that had been hovering around them indiscreetly also go quiet.

“The rumors are true then?” Alecto blubbers, her eyes wide with shock. “You’re engaged? To her?”

Almost immediately, cold anger steels Regulus’s expression as he draws himself to his full height. Kai finds herself once again relieved not to be on the receiving end of his stare because for the first time, she becomes aware of how tall he is as he looms over Alecto. His body language is sharp and intimidating, power rolling off his figure in waves. Though she’s not on the receiving end of his dark glower, she finds herself forcing herself not to shrink away as he radiates cold anger. 

Alecto, however, is not as fortunate, because as she bears the full weight of Regulus’s vicious sneer, she wilts. “You were terribly mistaken if you had any delusions that I would get engaged to a Carrow,” He jeers, his voice vicious and cruel. Either Regulus is very good at acting or he’s actually angry, Kai finds it alarming that she’s not sure which it is. “Insult my fiance again, and I’ll speed up your family’s decline.”

At his vitriol, Alecto nods swiftly, her pale face rapidly turning a violent shade of red as she bows her head. Regulus ignores this and turns back to Kai. She’s caught off guard to see the harsh anger of his expression dissipate, replaced by an impossibly apologetic quirk of his lips, as if he had accidentally stepped on her dress. “Shall we go, my love?” He murmurs, his gaze tracking across her face carefully. Unlike the other whispers they had exchanged earlier, this one is loud enough for both Alecto and Aspen to hear.

Kai nods dumbly, her stomach doing a traitorous flip as she lets Regulus gently lead her away from the two witches. They make their way out to a balcony with little interruption, most of the other attendees swiftly moving out of their way, likely because the nearby couples had been eavesdropping on Amycus’s humiliation and had new fodder for gossip. When Regulus closes the balcony door behind them and turns to her, Kai is caught off guard to see residues of his irritation still flickering across his face.

Frankly, she doesn’t know what to address first — his jarring display of cold venom or his public proclamation that they were to be married. Kai doesn’t even know how to begin to approach the second topic without perhaps tossing him off the balcony, so she begins with the first. “Are you angry?” She starts cautiously, taking in the displeased twist of his lips.

“Why’d you let her talk to you like that?”

Kai blinks, surprised by his question. When she doesn’t answer right away, Regulus continues, running a hand over his face in clear exasperation. “You get angry at me for the smallest things, and stay quiet when she’s insulting you—”

“You think I don’t understand that?” Kai interjects, a flash of irritation twisting in her gut. She had just stayed silent during the entire exchange, letting this random witch talk down to her and treat her like dirt. She had told herself she stayed silent out of caution of saying the wrong thing that would tip off their cover, but deep down inside, she knew that wasn’t the real reason. “What I didn’t understand was anything she was even saying!”

The irritation in her gut spills over into frustration. She had never fooled herself into thinking she was a part of high society, though she perhaps longed for it in the darkest corners of herself, and now that she was in it, she found herself like an alien to the entire world. She felt out of place, painfully so. But she had felt out of place since the beginning, when Dumbledore had brought her over to Britain, when she found herself in the middle of some war that she didn’t understand, when she found that she had to work with wizards that refused to trust her skills.

“You are made for this world,” she continues, taking a step forward to jab her finger at the silk material of Regulus’s shirt. “Not me. I’m…” She had been counting on Regulus to take a step back, but he remains entirely still, and the space between them closes. He’s looking down at her with a peculiar expression, something shifting in the mercury depths of his eyes. Unhelpfully, she finds her frustration and anger mollified at their sudden proximity, her angry rant faltering on her lips, but out of spite and stubbornness, she refuses to back away and instead finishes a little lamely, “Why didn’t you just tell her where the dress was from in the beginning?”

Regulus, who had been staring down at her intently, looks away now past her shoulder stiffly. “It wasn’t important—”

“Not important?” Kai echoes in disbelief. “She just tried to make a fool of me because of my dress and you didn’t think it was important to tell me where it was from or even say anything so that I could defend myself and—”

“We’re together, of course you’re going to be wearing the highest end dress. I thought that much was obvious,” he says, sounding exasperated. The tips of his ears have grown pink, but Kai, in her frustration, cannot find it in herself to try to understand why. Because now she’s angry.

“Together!” Kai snorts, looking at the sky to bid her some mercy or patience. She’s working herself into a panicked anger now. “We’re not together, we’re engaged now because of your big mouth! They’re all expecting us to get married! This was never the plan— You need to go and clear it up that we’re not engaged—”

“No,” Regulus says firmly, looking at her finally. His gaze is unreadable as he stares down at her, the grays of his eyes black in the dim lighting. Kai gawks at him, but before she can argue any more, he continues. “There were already rumors circulating about my engagement. If we didn’t clarify it, they would have seen right through us — the Black heir would never entertain a public relationship if not to marry. And Alecto is the biggest gossiper, so it was best to just state it now.”

Kai quiets, her mind mulling over his explanation. “And for your sake, you’ll be untouchable if you have the title of my fiance,” Regulus adds slowly, his gaze carefully trained on her as though he’s approaching an animal he might spook. 

Finally she sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. She still has the urge to be angry with him, but Regulus is regarding her so carefully and uncertainly that she finds her resistance dissolving rapidly. “Still, you should have told me earlier,” she grumbles. It really did drive her mad when he was correct. “And what am I supposed to say or do when people approach me?”

Regulus is quiet for a moment, his gaze thoughtful as he thinks over her question. “Just smile and nod,” he says after a moment.

“Like you smile at these events,” she snorts in disbelief, thinking back to his expression of cool disinterest.

He looks affronted as he frowns down at her. “I’ve mastered it after years of attending these events,” he says.

She rolls her eyes, clearly not believing him. “You looked bored.”

“No, look,” he insists. When Kai looks back at him grudgingly, Regulus’s cool expression of impassivity smoothens into an impossibly soft smile. He looks like a little gentleman and all, the corners of his lips quirked up politely. Despite herself, her stomach does a little flip and she finds herself unable to look away even as the smile slides off his face in place of a smug smirk. “See?”

“Yes, well, I don’t see how I’ll be able to master that in one event,” Kai grumbles, mainly to be difficult and to hide the flush she can feel creeping up her neck. It would have been easier to stay angry if he wasn’t so irritatingly handsome.

“Try it,” Regulus challenges haughtily, his eyes glinting devilishly in the low light.

Kai — stubborn, proud, and irritated — straightens and offers him her best smile, not too big, not too soft. Regulus stares at her blankly for a moment, before his lips twitch as if he was trying not to laugh. “What?” She demands, the smile sliding off her face rapidly. 

“Your smile is more of a…” he pauses, his eyes bright with mirth. “...grimace.”

Kai frowns at this, feeling her face burn with embarrassment. She takes a step away from him and turns back to the door, muttering irritably, “Come on. Before your lot of rich wankers start to get suspicious and think we already got married.”

“We can work on it,” Regulus calls after her, the laughter clear in his voice as he follows. Kai ignores this — and him — until he catches up with her and proffers his arm again. Grudgingly, she looks her fingers back into the crook of his elbow as he steers them back into the ballroom.

Inside, they pass by a boy with golden hair. But it’s not the boy’s perfectly coiffed hair that catches Kai’s attention, but a gold chain hanging from the pocket of his velvet vest. Gold pocket watch, she thinks automatically, doing the mental math to discern how much it might be worth. The chain wasn’t thick, but from a quick glance, she could tell that it was carefully handcrafted and from another glance at the boy’s rather carefree posture, she could guess that it would be easy to steal—

“Don’t steal anything,” Regulus murmurs to her quietly. He had gotten closer to her at some point during her mental calculations, and the warmth of his breath against the shell of her ear jolts her out of her concentration.

“I would never,” Kai says defensively, shooting him a look, but his eyes are infinitely all knowing and unimpressed.

“I saw you looking at Carrow’s hair earlier. And at Evan’s watch.”

Kai feels the low burn of embarrassment settle in her stomach and she finds herself unable to offer any witty defense. Regulus doesn’t give her time to think of anything though because his gaze flickers away from her as he says, “If there’s anything that you want— that piques your Niffler brain, I can just purchase it for you.” Again, before she has a chance to respond, Regulus steamrolls forward, his attention focused on the ballroom around them. “Ah, I do believe it’s time for the waltz,” he says mildly. Kai is still reeling — first from the fact that he had noticed her eyeing things to steal, second that he had offered to do something kind for her.

In fact, she’s so in shock that he had noticed — she feels entirely caught in the act, and she had never been caught before — that she doesn’t notice as Regulus leads them towards the center of the ballroom until it’s too late. “Waltz?” Kai parrots belatedly. Around them, couples have begun to take up similar positions, while around the edges of the room, single girls are casting wistful glances at Regulus. 

“Mm,” Regulus hums in acknowledgement, stepping away from her to give her a funny little bow. He blinks at her innocently, his eyes wide with clear anticipation. “It’s tradition.”

Kai glances at the couple next to them and quickly, but awkwardly, mimics the curtsy the woman does. “You’re mental,” she hisses, darting a panicked look back to Regulus, who is watching her calmly. If anything, he looks entertained, his eyes bright with amusement as they take in her visible alarm. It’s the most expressive he’s been all night — outside of his earlier show of anger. “I don’t know how to waltz—”

“Fortunately, I’m good at leading,” Regulus says dismissively, taking a step closer to her. He’s smirking now, clearly drawing joy from her panic.

It takes everything in her willpower not to scramble back away from him. “No one mentioned anything about—” She cuts herself off abruptly as a couple nears them. Around them, everyone has already begun to move in graceful circles.

“I’ll place my hand here,” Regulus says quietly, lifting his hand to hover over her waist. When he makes no other motion to set his hand on her waist, she realizes that he’s waiting for her response. Kai nods in agreement, swallowing thickly. There was no way out of this, it seemed, so Kai would just have to sell it the best she could. His eyes are laser-focused on a point beyond her as he carefully sets his hand at the curve of her waist. Kai has to remind herself to breathe as she tries not to focus on the warm weight of his hand over the thin silk of her dress, or the way that she can feel the pressure of his long fingers.

“What next?”

“Your hand,” he says curtly, offering his hand palm-up. Kai obliges, taking careful care to loop their fingers together. His hand is startlingly warm against hers, his touch burning.

“Like this?” She asks, her gaze flickering back up to him. Though his expression is impassive as ever, she can see the severe rigidity his shoulders have set to. Prude, she thinks in amusement as Regulus makes an odd sound at the back of his throat in affirmation. “You’re too stiff,” Kai hisses, casting a quick glance around them. “No one will ever believe—”

Regulus tugs her closer until her torso is nearly flush against his, his long fingers now firmly pressed against the small of her back as he begins to slowly lead her in a graceful arc around the room. Immediately, Kai unconsciously tenses at the unexpected proximity, even more so when he drops his head closer towards her face. “You’re the stiff one,” Regulus murmurs, his voice low as his lips nearly brush the shell of her ear. 

Kai forces herself to relax, despite the traitorous flip her stomach does. The bastard always knew what he was doing. She could tell with the smarmy smirk that had begun to curve along his lips. With her free hand, she lets her arm rest against his upper arm, slightly past his shoulders so that the tips of her fingers brush against the open v-neck collar of his silk shirt. At her brush against his collarbone, Regulus’s grip on her waist tightens imperceptibly. “That’s higher than what’s proper,” he hisses, though his expression impressively remains the same. They twirl past a blonde-haired couple that shoots them a curious glance. Regulus dips his head cordially to them. “Narcissa,” he greets briefly, before leading them away from the couple.

“I’m afraid I was never educated on what’s proper,” Kai drawls, smirking at the reddening tips of his ears. She readjusts her grip on his arm, mimicking that of the couples around them. Still, however, Regulus’s biceps are tense beneath her fingers. They fall into a heavy silence, with Regulus looking stiffly past her and Kai turning her face away from him to spare the both of them a little space as she tries not to trip over either of their feet. It feels as though they’re both hiding from each other, despite the close proximity. She was beginning to lose count of the circles they danced around the room when Regulus speaks up again, his voice thick from disuse.

“The dress,” he begins, his gaze flickering down at her collarbone briefly. Kai suddenly becomes very aware that her shoulders are bare and she can’t help but shiver a little under his heavy gaze. His pale eyes track the motion before dragging painstakingly up her neck towards her face. 

“If I have to hear one more thing about it—” Kai begins to complain, but the words falter on her lips at his next words.

“It’s not bad,” he finishes choppily. 

Kai’s brows shoot up and she nearly steps on his foot — maybe intentionally. “Is that supposed to be a compliment? If this is because of what I said about you not being a gentleman—”

“You look nice,” Regulus interjects, his fingers tightening almost imperceptibly on her waist. Kai looks at him in surprise, only to see that he’s still looking past her pointedly.

“Oh,” she says dumbly. She’s beginning to get dizzy, though from all the twirling or from his words, she doesn’t know. At this proximity, she can see the faintest of a pink flush begin to crawl up from the collar of his silk shirt. “Thank you,” she adds after a moment, though it comes out more embarrassed than she would have liked. 

She’s not sure if Regulus has caught on to her change in demeanor because he straightens, the careful scrutiny from his gaze dissipating. Instead, he looks strangely pleased at her reaction for the briefest of moments until an arrogant smirk curves over his lips. “Though I suppose I was the one who chose it, so the praise goes back to me,” he muses aloud obnoxiously.

Kai lets go of his shoulder to swat at it. “I’m the one wearing it, you wanker. Without me, it wouldn’t look this beautiful,” she sniffs.

“Perhaps that’s true.”

Kai freezes at his words, going entirely immobile. Regulus tries to continue dancing and somehow manages her to tug her along, though she nearly trips over her feet. With his hand pressed firmly against the small of her back, Regulus dips her down smoothly, perhaps as a distraction, but Kai’s mind is already hyperfocused on his words. “Did you just call me beautiful?” She asks as she stares up at him wide-eyed, her lips twitching.

She can see the pink flush that had been crawling up the nape of his neck bloom across his cheeks. “I did not,” he insists, sending her a glower as he re-rights her. “Whatever you’re thinking, stop thinking it.”

Kai grins up at him cheekily and for once, decides not to argue. Seeing Regulus Black blush is enough to feel like she had won. Regulus seems to sense this victory because he swiftly changes the subject. “In Pureblood society,” he begins as he looks past her shoulder pointedly in what looks like a calculated move to conceal his expression.. “—it is tradition for couples to wear the same color to signify their unity. That’s why your other dress wouldn’t have worked. Outside of how awfully flashy it was.”

“I see,” Kai says, choosing to ignore his other comment. “So why couldn’t you just change your bloody vest to be gold? It would’ve just taken a quick charm.”

“You look better in emerald.”

Kai’s heart does another little somersault and she makes a strangled sound, her eyes wide as she stares at him. She feels as though he had just smacked her right between the eyes. But Regulus doesn’t seem to notice as he lets go of her, the absence of his hand leaving an empty void around her. 

She hadn’t even noticed that the orchestral music had ended and that the floor around them was clearing. She’s still rendered speechless when Regulus finally looks down at her, his lips clamped together and a pinched look on his brow, some kind of emotional conflict flickering across his face before disappearing. He looks as though he wants to say something, but is unsure of how to proceed. “I’ll get us some refreshments,” he says after a moment, clearing his throat.

“Okay,” Kai agrees steadily, feeling the urge to be far away from Regulus before she says something regrettable. He nods in confirmation, his brows still furrowed as he moves away from her. Kai shakes her head a little and steps towards the edge of the room, where she tends to naturally gravitate towards out of habit.

She loiters by the wall for a while, enjoying the brief peace as she gazes around at the other attendees with mild interest. It seemed as though she was going to have a little break from playing the role of Regulus’s fiance, when a voice from next to her speaks up. “Miss Mei, is it?” 

Kai turns, wiping the wary look off her face as she assesses who was speaking to her. To her surprise, the boy with the golden hair and gold pocket watch is standing next to her. Up close, she can see that he’s about her age. Something about him reminds her of a child — she doesn’t know if it’s the way he’s peering at her curiously or his cherub-like demeanor, but she finds herself not as tense as she was when Alecto had approached her. Kai nods, giving her best Regulus impression as she confirms, “That’s correct.”

To her surprise, the boy breaks into a smile, his teeth flashing white as he beams at her. “I’m Evan Rosier,” he says, his smile jarringly bright. Kai blinks once before dipping her head politely. “Oh, none of those cordialities,” he says dismissively. “Reg and I are close friends.”

“I see,” Kai says, mainly because she doesn’t know what else to say.

“Has he not spoken about me?” Evan asks, his eyes widening in dramatized shock. “And to think we shared a dorm for seven years!”

Kai offers a nervous laugh — was this something she would know as someone in a relationship with Regulus Black? Not just a relationship now, she reminds herself wryly. An engagement. “I think he may have mentioned you,” Kai says hurriedly.

Evan’s incredulity melts away back into curiosity. “Perhaps. I’ll have to get back at him later,” he says loftily before his expression returns to one of curiosity. “I heard from a little bird,” he begins, his eyes bright as they assess her. “—that the two of you are engaged. How did you manage that? The Regulus I know is quite difficult to tie down.” Kai is silently panicking about how to best sell their cover, but fortunately for her, Evan Rosier seems happy enough to continue the conversation for the both of them. “I imagine he’s quite difficult to be around. That git — have you ever met anyone so emotionally constipated?”

Something about Evan Rosier’s demeanor and chattiness feels harmless — or at least, not as dangerous as the other attendees — so she finds herself relaxing a little. “You’re right,” she agrees, her gaze roving around the room. Immediately, she catches sight of Regulus’s tall figure. He’s holding two chalices as he nods politely to an older wizard. Across the room, his eyes snag on to hers questioningly, his brow furrowing in concern again. “But he can be unexpectedly warm at times,” she adds after a moment.

Evan, who had just looked curious before, now looks entirely taken aback by her comment. Briefly, Kai wonders if she had said the wrong thing, but Evan nods earnestly in agreement. “You’re absolutely right. He wavers between hot and cold,” he agrees. “Though I must admit you’re the first witch I’ve heard that from.”

Kai tears her gaze away from Regulus to look back at Evan in surprise. “Oh? What do people normally say?”

“I’ve heard it all,” Evan sighs mournfully. “Difficult, big-headed, a bastard. Ah, I remember one Hufflepuff — and you know Hufflepuff’s are generally known to be boringly kind to a fault — called him, and I quote, ‘an outright demon.’”

Kai grins a little at this, trying to imagine Regulus in school. “They’re not wrong,” she muses and Evan grins back at her cheekily.

“The most irritating thing was that he was still popular after all this,” Evan complains. “As was his brother, so it appears to run in the family. But all the witches loved his whole moody temper. And that’s not to say that he didn’t have fun with them either.”

Kai’s brows shoot up at this. “Regulus was popular with the witches?” She repeats in disbelief. “He’s such an… an old maid!”

Evan snorts, laughter glimmering in his eyes. “Reg a prude,” he chokes out, shoulders shaking with disbelieving laughter. “No he was quite the opposite—”

“Evan,” a voice cuts in smoothly. Kai turns to see Regulus in front of them gazing at his friend coolly. “I see you’ve become familiar with Mei.”

“Yes, I was just telling her all about your deviant behavior back at Hogwarts,” Evan says with a sly grin. Kai shoots Evan a wide-eyed look — why would he ever admit that to Regulus? But judging from the entertained expression on his face, Evan Rosier was an agent of chaos.

Regulus stiffens a little, a look of irritation flickering across his face before he looks at her carefully, as if gauging for her reaction. “Right,” Kai says awkwardly. “Sounds like I may have been mistaken in calling you a prude—”

Evan chokes back a laugh as Regulus runs a hand over his face. “Don’t listen to him. He was the gossip mill of Hogwarts—”

“Of course, that’s how I know all about your explorations,” Evan says amiably, seeming entirely immune to the withering look that Regulus shoots at him. Kai has never seen Regulus have much of a reaction to any of her jibes, so to see him steadily growing agitated around Evan is strangely refreshing. “You know, the girls used to call him the Slytherin Prince—”

“Evan—” Regulus begins, looking visibly vexed, but Kai cuts in hurriedly.

“Ah, is that something to drink?” Kai says quickly, before Regulus can hex Evan. As much as she’s enjoyed Evan’s company, she doesn’t think it would be a good look to Dumbledore if they were kicked out of the ball.

Regulus’s attention turns back to her reluctantly as he nods, handing her the chalice. “Elderflower wine,” he says as she glances in at the scarlet contents before taking an experimental sip. The elderflower wine is sweet and smooth. When she lowers the chalice, she’s suddenly very aware of Regulus’s gaze darting to her lips. Remembering the way the wine had stained his mouth scarlet, she dabs at her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Huh,” Evan says aloud, as he watches Regulus with visible interest, as if he just discovered something. As if remembering that he was there, Regulus narrows his eyes at Evan briefly before turning back to Kai. 

“I think we can go now,” he says with a little nod.

Kai tries not to let the relief show on her face. “Wonderful,” she says — and she means it. The longer she was in that ballroom, the more aware of how exhausted she was getting from bearing all the stares and interactions. Best to leave before something goes wrong. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Rosier,” she says as they step back.

“Evan,” he insists, before dipping his head politely. “And the pleasure was all mine,” he says smoothly, offering her a smile. His smile seems so genuine that Kai can’t help but smile a little in return.

When she turns to follow Regulus towards the exit, she finds that he’s watching her carefully. “You mastered that quickly,” he observes, sounding subtly impressed. “It didn’t look much like a grimace this time.”

Kai shoots him a sideways glance. “I’m not sure I was thinking about it much,” she says with a shrug.

“Hm,” is all Regulus says, his brows furrowed in thought or displeasure, she isn’t sure. All she knows is that he's still watching her carefully, his eyes tracking across her face like he's committing her to memory. With him looking at her like that, she's sure she'll never get used to be stared at. "You'll turn into a pretty, little aristocrat in no time," he says finally.

For a moment, before she can properly register his words, Kai's heart stutters. And then she recognizes her own words thrown right back at her. Shooting him a baleful glare, Kai straightens to match his stubborn posture. "That would turn your world upside down," she declares.

"Yes," Regulus agrees quietly, his lips twitching as he turns away from her. "I think you would."

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Manipulating Death: Chapter Ten

Series Summary: When Harry discovers he has a twin sister that was hiding for years, he wants to know all about her, specially about her ability to bring people back to life.

a/n: I'm sorry it took me so long to post this one, I was trying to make it longer bc I intend to add a big time break next chapter and I needed everything to be in place, hope u enjoy it :)))

(Also, english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry in advance lol)

Last Chapter | Masterlist

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Pain.

That's all she felt.

Everywhere. Every single inch of her body was hovering and turning in pain.

Excruciating and extended.

Her eyes were blurry and took a long time to focus, and even a longer to realize where she was. The basement of her house.

And that sad figure on the stairs certainly was Sirius Black.

Felt like her brain got flipped, like someone stole and juggled around with it just to return it shaky and scared. The last thing she remembered was Regulus, standing right where his brother is, pulling her closer and closer to the living world.

Fuck, she was back.

"Holy smokes." The man said, crawling closer and closer to her, wand in hand just in case. "Are you really...?"

She blinked her eyes at him, trying to move the lips but feeling the throat ache like she just swallowed a cup of sand and glass.

"That's insane!" He shouted, a small smile on his lips. "But that's like... the eighth most insane thing that I've seen this last weeks."

The jokes were made to stop the tears from falling even though she could notice how his eyes sparkled.

Y/n was alive once more, he hadn't disappointed James and Lily again.

"Hold still, I'll grab you a cup of water." He mumbled just above a breath, and stood up, running to the kitchen. "Here ya go, mini Evans."

Pushing the liquid down her throat, she felt it burning like firewhiskey. Merlin, that hurt.

"Where's.... Reggie?" She whispered, voice breaking and exploding into coughing just as she finished her sentence. "He was here."

"He went back to the house, couldn't bare to look at you any longer." He told, caressing her hair as it slowly gained a little more color. "I said I'd stay behind to take care of your body until he was ready to give you a funeral. I offered to clean the house but he declined."

Of course he would, she thought, Regulus hated when things weren't adjusted his way. When they started living together, he finally had some control of what his house could look like and he wasn't ready to give it up.

His speech.

How he felt for her, even almost made her not regret kissing him the last time they saw each other.

"Take me to him." She pleaded, feeling her bones ache and flesh twist inside her body. "I need Reggie."

"I know you two have this really complicated relationship and shit, but right now you need to rest." He mocked, shaking his head no, like an old father who knew his kid was in love.

"Padfoot." Y/n called sternly, dropping his act. "Do you know anything about resurrecting someone? No. And I don't have strength on my own. If he finds out I came back but re-died because you didn't apparate with me, he'll murder you."

Hell, she was right.

"We'll grab the potions needed and you'll take me to him." She instructed. "Right now, we're both serious."

He choked in a laugh, looking at her in shock that she'd make that joke right now.

But he had to admit, on his early years in Hogwarts he'd tell that joke and its variants all the time, so much the marauders and the girls would already anticipate them.

And for just a moment, Sirius saw James' eyes instead of hers.

Shrugging it off, he pulled her arm above his head and helped feet after feet going upstairs, wanting to get out of there but also not forcing her in case she wasn't strong enough.

But oh boy, she was.

"Take that drawer." Y/n instructed, nodding towards the same furniture she asked Remus a couple nights ago. "And those papers and books, you can put it here." She said, opening a small backpack that was hidden under the coffee table. "It's for emergencies." She whispered upon seeing his gaze.

"Alright, what else do we need?"

The girl didn't answer, holding herself on the back rest of the biggest chair in the living room, shaky fingers gripping into the wood like her life depended on it.

Instead, she opted to whistle a light melody, looking at the main door, open wide due to the Death Eaters' forced entrance.

Sirius was starting at her like she just punched him in the face, asking what was wrong with her.

But he was surprised when two possessors came barging in, following the sound that came out of her lips.

She opened up the backpack and held it with both hands, her back pressed firmly against the wall for security.

The possessor didn't even hesitate to enter it, making their figures smaller and smaller to fit the tiny hole.

"What the..."

The biggest was Regulus' possessor, the one she ran after for the entire city they lived in two and a half years ago.

It's eyes found her pupils, just like the day she won his confidence, after two weeks of fighting each other through the streets.

Suffice to say, Regulus was less than pleased to see that thing once she came home with it, it was much bigger than the ones lying in the basement and stared holes in his face, desesperately wanting to possess his body once again.

The smaller was Luna's possessor, it was way shorter and it's eyes weren't in the slightest scary. That girl wouldn't take long to surpass the layers of the death world, so there wasn't that much work to do.

Once both were nice and organized in the backpack with the other supplies, she handed it over to Sirius.

"Ouch!" He yelled, feeling his head hit the ground and hands twist as soon as she let go of the bag.

"Careful, it's heavy." Her hoarse voice announced, almost giggling.

"Oh is it? I didn't notice!" He responded, forcing himself up and throwing the heavy backpack over his shoulder. "Anything else m'lady?"

Her eyes darted around, staring at every corner of that house, knowing she'd miss it so badly.

"Regulus already took a lot of your things, before you ask." Sirius groaned. "Like the hairbrush, the necklace and the tiara. He said you'd probably want to be buried with them."

The tiara, part of the costume Remus and Sirius got her for Halloween, the one that James died next to.

The younger Black was right. She wanted to be buried with those her whole life, but now maybe she'd give Harry the hairbrush, he had so little from their parents.

"Then that's all." She nodded, the feeling of missing it already shaking her body.

She'd miss waking up to find Regulus in the kitchen, hair pulled back in a small bun with teapot and two teacups on his hands.

Would certainly miss how they'd always want to move the furniture around the room without magic, and always ended up on the floor exhausted.

How sometimes they would feed the possessors like they were dogs.

How Regulus would always say he wanted a cat, and she'd tell him it would leave fur all around the house and he'd go mental with the animal.

That's when she realized.

Sure the house was a big part of her.

But what she missed really was him.

That obnoxiously intelligent man, she loved to mess with. She loved to see him.

She loved him.

And after literally dying, she was ready to admit that. But not to him, never.

To herself.

She could now accept the fact that the long stares when she looked at him, how she fell asleep in his arms every night, led to her feeling that way.

And it was fine.

What was not fine however was the turning and circling in her stomach when they landed right in front of the Order's house.

Her vision was so blurry she could barely see the doorknob Sirius was turning and pushing their way inside.

The Black had to hold her weight by the elbows at the mere sensation she'd fall.

He tried his best not to announce to the painting of his mother that they were back, it would be a catastrophic disaster.

"Regulus is on his bedroom, last door to the left." He instructed, helping to stand on the stairs while turning around to meet his cousin Tonks.

Y/n walked like an animal, with hand and knees, groaning in pain as it felt burning every inch of her skin.

She struggled all the path to the door Sirius mentioned, hearing him downstairs answer the girl's questions to make sure he wasn't a Death Eater.

Without any forces to get up or reach for the doorknob, she just banned slightly on his door.

No response.

Once again, she knocks three times, leaving her hand to rest on the wood, hoping for him to open soon before she passed out, backpack aching on her shoulders.

With a smooth crack, a house elf stood in front of her, his eyes held even more than just disgust.

"Master Regulus don't want to be bothered." He announced, sounding more like a threat. "And he ordered me to petrificate anyone who's behind the door if they try again."

Scoffing, she held tight to the fabric of her pants to stop her fingers from shaking. "That's very you, Reggie."

Before Y/n even blinked, the door was swung open and her numb body fell to his feet.

"For the love of Merlin." The man muttered, kneeling in front of her and grabbing those shaky cheeks, staring intensely at her eyes. "Y/n?"

"I found you once, and then did it again." She concluded, a breaking smile appearing.

Exactly what she promised she'd do, and tears welled up on his eyes before pulling her in for a tight hug.

His hands wandered around, her hair, her cheeks, her arms, all the way down to her trembling knees.

"How?!? I- I saw..."

"I was in the first layer." The Potter answered, being pulled inside by the man.

"All this time?"

"Well, you waited for me all this time."

Regulus positioned her on the bed, placing two pillows behind her head to make it more comfortable and started opening the backpack, holding her hand the entire time.

The possessors jumped out of it, looking around the house and feeling excited with the air of trauma and pain all around, running in circles around his room.

"Kreacher, can you fetch something for them to eat?" He asked quickly, unscrewing the top of a bottle and lining it up on her lips.

"Fuck this tastes awful."

"I know. I've been there."

The girl lightly mocked his comment but smiled big after it.

Regulus was so focused on taking care of Y/n, turning potions down her throat as he saw her doing so many times before, he didn't even noticed Sirius figure peeking from the door, Remus right next to him.

Both men stared at their interactions, how the Black had a faint smile on his lips after so many nights of dark stares and sad tears.

Sirius tapped Lupin's shoulder, indicating their hands enlaced together with a smile so wide. The werewolf smiled too, seeing how Y/n looked at him adorably.

And they dared to deny they're in love! They thought, shaking heads together.

Stepping out, they closed the door to give them some privacy and some alone time, knowing damn well Harry would wake up in the morning and want to spend time with his sister.

Not to mention the insane amount of questions the others would have.

A few minutes later, he fed her the last potion needed for now, eyes and face with a lot more color and it didn't seem to hurt her to breath for so long.

"Kreacher, I want you to meet her properly." Regulus called, welcoming the elf closer to them. "This is Y/n Potter, she's Harry's twin. And the one that brought me back to life."

His eyes went big, taking over his entire scrunched up face and he bowed to her. "I am eternally grateful for bringing Master Regulus back."

"Well, he brought me back too, so I guess we're even now."

We are far from it, the Black thought but decided to stay shut about.

"You need to rest now." He informed, pulling her knees so she'd be fully laying down. "Hell no." Regulus ordered, standing up and letting go of her hands for just a bit, grabbing something on his drawers.

He came back in less than two seconds, grabbing her by the calf and shoving a sock on her foot, doing the exact same with the other one, mumbling curse words in french the entire time.

"Are your trying to convert me, Black?" She asked, a smug smile on her face when she looked at her feet now covered with wool socks in the Slytherin colors. "I see your second intentions."

"You just look pretty in green." He shrugged, trying not to make it obvious he wanted to see her with the colors of his house.

"Sure, of course I'll believe that, Slytherin Prince."

"Fine, if you don't want them..."

"No!" She fought, taking her feet away from his lap. "They're comfy." Regulus rolled his eyes. "Come on, we have to sleep. Wanna be the small spoon?" She suggested, smiling at him and already turning to be on her side.

"I have a better idea."

With a tight grip, he rolled her around to be chest up once again, spreading her legs a little in a motion that made her heart run circles inside her chest.

The Black made his way to be on top of her, between her legs, to which she squirmed a little bit, a chill spreading down her spine.

He lied all his weight on her, adjusting himself in a way his head would be placed on her chest, hearing the heartbeats.

"Relax, everything is fine now." Regulus said, noticing how quick paced they were. "I'll be here if you have any nightmares."

He nuzzle against her body, not moving his head once, wanting to make sure she was there.

Alive.

With the man she was in love with holding her tight, between her legs and head so close to her breasts, it was hard to relax. But she forced herself to, falling asleep like that, close to her loved one and the possessors guarding their sleep.

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"Y/n?"

She woke up, startled, breath hitching on her throat. Regulus was hovering over her.

"Which one was it?"

The Potter felt confused for just a moment, but noticed what he was talking about. She was squirming on her sleep and heartbeat so fast like a rat's heart.

He thought she was having a nightmare.

"Uh the- the one with Abby." She lied, breathing in and out. "But it's fine now, don't worry."

"Are you really?"

Opting for nodding instead of saying it, a bad sensation of thirst in her throat.

"I'm glad. Stay here, I'll bring you breakfast."

He quickly leaned in, leaving a gentle peck on her lips and getting up.

"Oh... oh, uh- oookay." She answered as he left the bedroom, leaving behind a very confused Y/n, with possessor who groaned something to her. "Oh shut it, you two." She grunted, trying to not make her smile so wide.

With two fingers, she pinched herself, making sure it wasn't a dream. But it happened the she was wide awake.

When he came back, a few minutes later, with her favorite breakfast in hands, she decided not to address it. He made it look so casual, as if they were doing this for years so she decided to leave it like that.

Sitting on the bed, back pushed to the headboard, she took in the breakfast, with Regulus lying his head on her thighs and staring at her the whole time.

"Are you sure you're fine?" She asked after swallowing the drink. "You haven't asked me anything yet."

"Because you won't know peace once those kids wake up." He replied, drawing shapes in the fabric of her pants. "Specially those two your brother calls best friends, I was one second away of cursing them."

"You be nice!" She averted, finger pointing at him. "You weren't any better, bombing me with questions every two minutes."

"That's totally different."

She laughed, taking the reforce potion with the rest of the meal.

They just kept in silence for a few minutes, enjoying each other's presence in the warmest way possible. Once again, just the two of them. How it has always been. How Regulus wanted it to be forever.

When the conversation outside started to get more and more crowded, the Black decided to call Harry.

Everyone noticed the sudden change of mood in the heir's movement, looking a lot more light and like a gentleman in the 1800s instead of a bloody vigilante assassin.

So for that, Harry was more than suspicious and refused to go upstairs.

"You're acting weird." The boy pointed. "And nothing changed, so I'm sorry if I don't trust you like she did."

"I'm sorry to break it to ya." The voice on the stairs said, attracting everyone attention. "But we've been kind of a package deal for the last years, so he's like this personalized keychange that comes with me, no refunds."

She was holding herself tightly to the handrail and using the biggest possessor as a support.

Regulus immediately held his hand out, being her new crutch despite rolling eyes at how she described him.

"A blood traitor! Regulus how could you?" The portrait of Walburga shouted, muffled because it was facing the wall but still making itself present. "Do you have any idea what we have done for you, just so you could come back and stab us with-"

They couldn't hear anything in a second, and all eyes turned to Sirius, but he was just as astonished.

"I didn't came back to hear mother scream at me again." The younger Black answered, making his brother's eyes sparkle looking at him.

"I'm so proud... Group hug?"

"Lay one finger on me and I'll snap all of your bones in half."

Y/n mouthed something like "He won't" without any sound, knowing Regulus enjoyed this powerful dark face he had.

"I'll take a family hug." She said, removing the hand from the possessor and reaching out for her brother, who immediately ran across the living room to get to her.

They embraced each other so hard the girl felt her bones aching, and held in a huff, just glad she was one again with her twin.

"I thought I lost you." Harry whispered, body shaking from falling tears.

"I never leave my family behind."

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[imnotoverlyobsessive]

Don’t Blame My English Blood For This American Heartache

Info, author’s note, etc

AO3 info prologue one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve

All my work is 18.

Summary: Seraphine Malfoy had been raised in California by her Squib parents with no knowledge of her family's magical heritage, though she has received lessons from a local family. When she discovers she’s the sole heir to the Malfoy family, she leaves for England to step into that role. She can handle the balls and the responsibilities and her new family members. The only thing that throws her completely off is the appearance of Death Eater turned war hero Regulus Black, who, despite being ridiculously full of himself, is far too good looking, charming—and far too persistent—for her own good.

Author’s Note:

So you may or may not be aware of this already, but I’ve been working on this for awhile. It’s not done yet, I’m just posting it in honor of Sera’s birthday, which is today. I’m currently working on chapter nine, and I suspect I’ll need at least another three. I’ll be posting every other day, I figure. Also part of the fun of writing this for me was seeing how much stuff I could put in there that would piss off JKR. So the OC is Jewish (her parents converted prior to her birth), and if anybody @s me about how I wrote it incorrectly (I don’t think I did, though) please know that I’m writing her growing up Jewish based how I grew up. You don’t need any understanding of Judaism in order to read the fic, I don’t think. Her best friend is a trans woman, too, which is fun. The trans woman in question is based on my irl best friend, who worked closely with me on “her” character.

Other things to note:

I play it fast and loose with the lore; I change what I don’t like and treat canon as fic inspo. I have indeed read the books, I’ve done tons of research, and I have a family tree made for the fic, same as I always do. I also have every outfit I describe of Sera’s as well as 3D tours of most of the houses described.

Sera was raised entirely separate from Wizarding society, British or US. She has no knowledge of it. This means she’ll use different words for things and spells (relocate instead of apparate, blue animal instead of patronus, that kind of thing). If something seems a little bit odd to you, chances are I explain it later.

Sera does not use a wand. She is not necessarily more powerful than your average witch, it’s just that she learned without one. You may be aware that canonically, Native American witches and wizards (Sera learns from one such family) didn’t use wands, and supposedly their magic was less powerful. I think that’s stupid. If a wand is a lightning rod, that doesn’t mean the lightning isn’t powerful outside of it, it’s just not as concentrated. As a result, the way Sera learned was without a wand but with more force behind each spell. She also learned in Awaswas, the native language of the Uypi tribe (historically they were a tribe living in the Santa Cruz mountains of Northern California, but unfortunately they are extinct now. However, I figure there’s no reason that magical families wouldn’t have been just fine against the colonizers), but she uses nonverbal magic almost exclusively now.

I think that’s everything. If you have any questions, please lmk.

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[lixzey]

protego maxima

in which regulus finds solace in juliet collins' arms.

modern romeo and juliet au

regulus black x oc

regulus black x juliet collins

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[witchywomanrunningupthathill]

Prelude to a Pounding | 18+ Minors DNI

minors dni this is for ADULTS ONLY, so if you’re not 18+ gtfo.

Pairing: Regulus Black x Fem!Reader

Warnings: this is porn.

Word count: 1556

A/N: Yeah, um...so this is my first time writing smutty smut. I'm just gonna leave this here.

“Dittany?” Regulus says, peeking up from the parchment he was reading off of.

“Yep.”

“Horklump juice?”

“Enough to last for the next month.”

“Fluxweed?”

“Stems, trimmed.”

“Knotgross Sprigs”

“Check.”

“Peppermint?”

“Check.”

“Lemon juice?”

“Check.”

“Lavender?”

“Check.”

“Elderflower”

“Leaves and flowers. Check.”

Regulus winces, dropping his quill to the counter and gripping at his left forearm. 

You frown. “Wiggenweld still not helping?”

“Nothing is,” Regulus says, defeat evident in his tone. He places his palm over the mark in an attempt to soothe it. He dares to give into feeling bad for himself.

You sit down next to him and commiserate for a moment. Then you grab his aching forearm and brings it to your lips, pressing a kiss to the Dark Mark like one would their lover’s hand.

“Why don’t you ever tell me when you’re hurting?”

He doesn’t reply. Instead, he just looks at you with that same sullen expression he’s been wearing for the past couple of months since he received the mark. You cradle his face with your hands, kissing his right cheek, then his left, and finally his lips. 

You rest your head in the crook of his shoulder, the both of you sitting in silence for a while, with only the sounds of the wind rustling the trees outside, the voice on the wireless saying to expect thunderstorms for the rest of the week.

Your eyes light up with an epiphany. “We could try a mint poultice! Hasn’t failed me yet.”

Regulus laughs. It comes out more as a huff. It’s good to see him smile. He never does these days. 

“I’ll have to go pick more leaves though,” you say, your eyes on a sealed jar filled with water. The liquid had turned a faint shade of green from the herb you usually kept in it. You move to get up but regulus pulls you backward by your hips, spinning you around to face him once more. 

“Not so fast, my little forager.” He can’t take his eyes away from your lips. He pulls you to him. You accept the invitation, straddling his lap and meeting his lips once again. It doesn’t take long for his neediness to take over. He captures your lips in an open-mouthed kiss. 

You manage to pull away from his lovely lips. “We can’t—your arm.” Regulus simply pulls you back to him for more. You don’t retaliate. He hungrily pulls on your bottom lip with his teeth, his hands wandering from your chest, down your back and then finally running across your ass. 

Regulus’ mouth is on your neck in no time, licking, biting, and sucking at your sensitive spot. You moan and take a handful of his hair, pulling at the strands. He loved that. Regulus gripped your ass fervently, causing you to grind into him. He continues his assault on your neck before going lower, unbuttoning the oversized shirt you had on.

He frowns. “Take that off,” he says impatiently in reference to your bra.

His hands stroke across your breasts. He squeezes them, pinches your nipples lightly before bringing his mouth to them. He runs his tongue in slow circles around your areola before sucking  your nipple into his mouth and letting out a moan that quite honestly should be illegal. He stares up at you, worshipping you. He hasn’t stopped grinding into you. 

You wiggle around in his lap for a moment  trying to give some relief to your swollen clit. Your hand travels down and under his waistband, stroking him from his balls up to the tip, which elicits the desired effect. He unlatches from your tit to moan some more. His eyebrows knit together and he bites his lip. 

“Fuck, feels good,” Regulus says.

“Yeah?” you say as you play with the precum dribbling down his cock, teasing the head and working up and down the shaft. 

“Love the way you make me feel. Always taking care of me.” Your grip tightens on his cock and his raven locks. 

“Then let me. “I want you,” you say, rubbing your clothed lower half over his.

You yelp and giggle slightly as Regulus stands up, your head only a few inches from the low ceiling. He sets you down into the seat, helping you strip down to your panties. Regulus gets down on his knees and pushes your legs back. He licks his lips at the sight of the rather large wet spot on your clothed cunt. 

He starts from your knee, working his way down your inner thigh, kissing and licking, alternating sides, just being the tease that he is, before finally placing an open-mouthed kiss where you want it most. You can feel his hot breath through the fabric, and you attempt to grind against him, but he pulls back before you can. You lift your hips so he can finish pulling off your knickers. 

He licks up the string of wetness that the fabric threatens to take with it.

“So fucking wet for me, love.” He licks lightly up and down both sides of your lips, grabbing hold of your hips as he does so, earning your sounds. Regulus gets into a rhythm laving his tongue against you as you grind into his face, letting yourself relax into his grip and allowing the pleasure to flow through you. Then he pulls your clit between his lips, sucking it. Your hand immediate finds his hair once more. The lewd, wet, suckling sounds that now permeated the air only turned you on even more. 

He doesn’t stop, and you fear you might climax already, not ready for his ministrations to end just yet. He goes back to licking you, up and down, in circles, fucking you with his tongue. He ate your pussy like it was his last meal on this sweet earth. Oh, how he loved tasting you. Your juices ran onto his tongue and down his chin as he continued alternating between circling your clit and sliding his tongue in and out of your entrance.

“Fuck, Reg.”

You weren’t ready for what came next. 

Regulus resumed his earlier assault on your clit, massaging his lips and tongue around. Back and forth, back and forth. An intoxicating rhythm that had you moaning curses and something that sounded like his name. Then he inserted two of his fingers. They glided in effortlessly and curled perfectly up against that spongy spot inside you. You always preferred him fingering you than you doing it yourself. His fingers were longer, thicker. His lips sucked at you while his fingers probed that spot that had you screaming and shoving his head into you. 

“Cum for me.”

You hadn’t realized he’d been stroking himself this whole time, working himself up along with you. You could feel the still fairly-new feeling of liquid building up inside of you, almost like you had to pee. You tense around his fingers. 

“Cum for me, darling,” he coaxed.

You let out a chorus of moans more akin to an incantation than exclamations of pleasure as you let go. As your body spasms, Regulus keeps stroking his fingers inside you, his hot breath fanning onto your cunt as he watches you come undone. Warm liquid squirts onto his face and down onto his shirt, which only provokes him further. He laps at your pussy, drinking you in, and praising you how you like. 

“Yes, my love.”

“Squirt all over me.”

“Feel good for me, baby.”

As you come down, Regulus lets out a guttural moan and quickly gets back to his feet, towering over you as he jerks his swollen, pink cock. You don’t miss the way his balls draw up.

“Yes, Reggie cum for me. I want all of it.”

His eyes roll back. “Oh, fuck,” he says, hunching forward and dragging his hand rapidly up and down his spasming cock shooting rope after rope of thick, white cum onto you. It lands just about everywhere, your hair, your lips, breasts, stomach.

As he comes back to reality, he settles back against the counter, his hands landing atop some of their herbs, the pain from his Dark Mark long forgotten, at least for now. He lets out a long breath and takes his eyes over your spent, cum-covered body.

 “You’re so fucking sexy,” he says. You would try and say something witty, but you can barely think straight. The two of you share a chuckle at the thought of what you’ve just subjected the potions storeroom to. “C’mere” Regulus says. You get up slowly, checking that you can still stand. “Oh, come on, I haven’t even fucked you yet, darling. Your legs are fine,” he says as he wraps his arm around your waist. “D’you enjoy that?”

“Mhm,” you mumble. He presses a kiss onto your shoulder. You open your eyes to the herbs trapped under the Regulus’ hands.

“My elderflower leaves!” you yell, wiggling out of his embrace and taking his hand away from the countertop. Regulus just taunts you, earning himself a slap to the arm. “I have to go get the mint before it gets dark out,” you say, a hint of panic detectable in your voice.

“Love, I think I’ll survive a few more hours without your herbal treatments,” Regulus assures. You feel Regulus’ cock begin to harden again against your thigh. His fingers slide between your nether lips. 

Perhaps the poultice could wait.

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[shadowbriar]

Regulus Black - Asking for a Friend

Pairing : Regulus Black x (she/her) Reader Word Count : 4.4k Warning : I'm not sure if there's any, but let me know if I missed any. Synopsis : Regulus comes to the realisation that the admiration he holds of her was more than a platonic one and it just so happen that Valentine's day was just around the corner. Notes : Post no 2 for my 1 Year Anniversary Celebration. Don't forget to fill the form here if you'd like to be tagged for my future works. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕ Regulus Black's Masterlist click here. Taglist : @jsjcue @coffeehurricanes @ell0ra-br3kk3r @kaz-mf-brekker @sofiacblair @when-you-cant-think-of-anything

“Have you ever had a friend that you're just so fond of and you wish that your partner would be just like them?”

Regulus’ question broke the stillness of the table, making his study mates to look up. Now Pandora, having been known to be the most studious of the group, has always hated it when someone causes any distraction in their study sessions yet for this one particular topic, she seems to be intrigued rather than looking bothered. It isn’t everyday your best friend of 5 years would talk about their romantic interest, after all.

“Elaborate.” Pandora says, her brows knitted together.

“I mean, you know.. You wish that your partner would be just like them.”

Evan squints his eyes, seemingly confused at his brief explanation, “I’m not sure I’m following you, mate. Doesn’t that just simply mean that you fancy them?”

The nonchalant expression on Regulus’ face turns blank in an instant. As if someone has just flicked the light bulb on top of his head, clearing the haze that has been fogging his mind. The sudden clarity has knocked him for six. Is that truly what it means? Days spent silently praising her beauty and nights wasted recalling their conversations were because he fancies her?

Over the years Regulus would find more of her personality to be his weakness, growing the softest spot in his heart specially reserved for her. He would always admire her witty comments, how she always conveyed her mind with the most articulate and intelligent words. Her friendly and warm nature is always something he adores and the way she would always listen to every worthless remark Regulus has with that magnetising smile and understanding eyes, it was impossible for Regulus to not wish his partner would be someone like her.

“So,” Barty asks, nudging on the raven haired boy with a teasing smile “Which friend do we fancy?”

Regulus’ cheeks turn rosy. All hell would break loose if Barty or Evan found out about it. Those boys are as good as a toothpick for a door bolt. The moment they knew about his growing affection for her, they would most immediately spill the beans and make things awkward between them.

And no, Regulus could certainly never have that.

“No one.” Regulus lies as he looks back down to his parchment paper “We fancy no one.”

“Oh come on now, Big Boy.” Barty whines “You’ve ripped off the bandage, might as well show us the scar.”

Regulus rolls his eyes, attempting to look as nonchalant as he could, “You’re fond of Evan’s presence, doesn’t mean you fancy him now, do you?”

“I don’t know, I wouldn’t say that’s impossible.” Barty jests as he begins to make fake kissing expressions to Evan.

“Oh, my Darling, Barty Bear.” Evan indulges in his best friend’s stunt, fake snogging Barty.

Regulus’ lips twitch into a smile, amused at the play-act his best friends are performing. He let out a relieved sigh, knowing that he’s just flee himself from being pestered by questions about his crush, but when he turned his gaze to the only girl at the table, Regulus knew that the little smirk plastered on Pandora’s face would be a form of nightmare he’ll be facing from that day onwards. He knows that she wouldn’t rest until he gives out a name and though she looks like she already knows who the lucky girl is, Regulus is certain that Pandora wouldn’t show him any mercy from the teasing and taunts.

—-

Dinner has been hard to swallow ever since the realisation of his budding infatuation for her. Regulus finds it impossible to not glance at her table, watching her from his peripheral vision as she chats and laughs with her group of friends. Whatever joke Barty throws or moans Evan has about his class have entered and left his ear like an insignificant noise, mind completely enamoured with her candid beauty.

His grip on the fork only tightens as he realises that she was walking to their table, a brilliant smile decorating her face as she takes a seat next to him, “Evening my favourite Serpents.”

“Fantastic, you’re here!” Evan exclaims gleefully, taking her hands to his that made Regulus’ stomach drop a little “Regulus here has been so out of it since this afternoon, we think he’s broken.”

Barty nods eagerly, “He didn’t even twitch a muscle at my joke and mind you it was bloody brilliant!”

She let out a chuckle, looking at Regulus lovingly (at least in his mind) before turning back to face Evan and Barty. Now the words exchanged between the five of them have gone from a trifling noise to a completely deafen sound. His eyes were glued on hers, taking mental notes of all the little gestures she made. How she would close her eyes shut whenever she laughs, how her brows crinkled more often than not, and how her cheekbones pop wherever she smiles, making her look a thousand times more hypnotising.

Now it was nothing out of the ordinary for Regulus to be the most quiet party of the table, but the little to no words uttered by him was making her suspicious. Sure it wouldn’t be the first time he would watch her intently and just agree with whatever is being discussed, but something’s different this time. The way his shoulder relaxes and how the small curl on his lip never waters was making her feel a little bit flustered to say the least.

“You’re awfully quiet,” She says as she turns to the lovestruck boy, resting her chin on her palm to stare back at him “Cat caught your tongue?”

Regulus blinks, gulping at the close proximity, “Just— Didn’t really have anything to say, is all.”

“Really?” She asks with a raised brow “That’s very unlike you.”

“How is it unlike me?”

“Well, you always have something to say. Whether or not you speak of it is an entirely different conversation to have, but you always have something to say, Regulus.”

Regulus bites his inner cheek. How is it that she could read him like an open book? Was he really that transparent or was he really that spellbound in her charms?

“Don’t bother him. Big boy here is trying to sort his feelings out.” Evan retorts.

“Really?” She replies, amused “What sort of feelings?”

“The loving, sappy kind of feelings.” Barty mocks “Regulus is in love.”

“Shut up, Barty!”

Regulus turns to her, uneasy over the fact that she might figure out his little secret but the look on her face was disheartening. As much as he wished he could have just half of her ability to read him, it was nearly impossible for Regulus to decipher her expression. She was staring back at him, her brows knitted as if she’s trying to read through him too but wasn’t sure on what to look at. It was a whole new expression he’s never seen before.

“Reggie wouldn’t give us the name,” Evan continues, completely oblivious of the awkward tension rising “Can we take a guess, Reg? Say yes if we guess correctly?”

“I bet it’s that girl Regulus always sits next to in Potion.” Barty mutters.

“Or that girl Regulus did his Herbology essay with. They spent weeks on that assignment, remember?” Evan counters “Or maybe that Gryffindor—,”

“It’s not any of those girls,” Pandora cuts.

“How would you know?” Evan asked.

“Oh, I just do,” Pandora says with a confident shrug, turning to Regulus “Don’t I, Reg?”

Regulus shakes his head, still trying to do the most possible damage control though he knew that such effort seems fruitless now. Cat’s out of the bag. It would only be a matter of time now until she realises that she’s the girl he’s been swooning over.

Ironic how long it took for him to realise that he fancies her yet it took no time for the secret to be spilled.

“Don’t push his buttons, guys,” She says with a warm laughter “If Regulus doesn’t want to drop names, then let him. It’s not our business now, is it?”

Now Regulus frowns a little. Her words sting a way he was never familiar with. What does she mean that it isn’t their business? Does she not care about who he’s crushing on?

“If you say so,” Pandora said to her, winking as if there was some secret message sent between the two.

Regulus studies her expression intently, trying to see if Pandora has cracked his secret and is now spilling it to her. Salazar, Regulus hopes that that wasn’t the case. He needs time to sort out his feelings, as Evan said, and if she found out about his budding infatuation before he could figure out a proper way to profess it— Well, Regulus hoped that it would never get to that point. Ever.

—-

If Regulus was ever asked, which of the following could ever compare to the beauty that is her: sun, moon, or star, Regulus would argue that she is the beautiful crescent moon with its bright yet soft light washing over his skin as he stares at her silently on his window pane. Regulus would argue, if he ever allows himself to be so bold, that she is his ideal. Her intelligence not to mention beauty would be the sweet honey to his tea, the butterfly to his garden of flowers.

But Regulus was never half as confident as she is. Never half as open and friendly to others. He was reserved, quiet, oftentimes perceived as cold and callous. But not to her. She could always see him through his distant exterior, involving him in every discussion they would have and perhaps that was the one thing that made him yield his heart to her.

Regulus never paid any mind to big dates and celebrations, but something about the upcoming Valentines date shakes his core. Perhaps it was the fact that it fell on the very day of their Hogsmeade trip this week, or the fact that all of his friends were buzzing about who they're going to ask to be their Valentines date, or maybe the fact that for once, Regulus might have a proper chance to ask her to be his date.

Chance. That word felt too optimistic for his presumptive mind. It was as if she ever looked at him that way.

“Regulus?” She called and squeezed his forearm lightly, making him burst his bubble of thought. He turns to her, cheeks slightly rosy from the shame of having ignored her. Just how pathetic he is to zoned out about her when she's sitting right beside him “Are you alright? You've been off of it all morning, I’ve noticed.”

He nods, flashing a shy smile, “All is well, no worries.”

She smiles, taking her hand off of him and continues her work.

Regulus turns his head, stopping at the sight of some Ravenclaw boy asking some Hufflepuff girl by the library entrance. The bashful gesture he’s showing and the giddy smile she shows makes it easy for him to tell the situation is happening at the spot. Another couple for the Valentine's Hogsmeade trip, he reckons.

A little twist in his stomach grows. With the many people asking each other out for the Hogsmeade trip, it would only be normal for him to ask her too, right? The timing was right, they could just go as friends in the worst case scenario. All he has to do is ask, but why are the words stuck at the tip of his tongue?

“Actually,” Regulus starts, secretly playing with the hem of his robe in nervousness “I have something to ask you.”

She looks up, meeting him with a warm smile, “Shoot.”

“I was wondering if you have a date for the Hogsmeade trip?”

“Oh,” She answers, utterly taken aback by his question. A hint of rosiness spread on her cheeks, something Regulus has to convince himself has nothing to do with his question. She always has that natural flush on her face, surely it must be nothing as pleasant as his stupid heart is hoping for “No, I don’t have a date at the moment. Why do you ask?”

“Just.. Asking for a friend.”

Regulus mentally slapped himself, having to be defeated by his anxiety once again that he has to come up with a lie. She stares at him with a confused look, the glimmer on her eyes dims down from the words he uttered. It was as if she was disappointed at his answer.

“I see,” She says with a nod “Do you plan to ask anyone?”

“Not sure,” He answers truthfully “Do you have anyone you hope would ask you?”

She plays with her quill, tapping it to the parchment paper as if she was piecing the right words to reply to him, “I suppose I do but I’m not counting on it.”

Regulus frowns, ignoring the slight crack of his heart, “Who?”

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

Regulus pursed his lips, acting to be in a deep thought, “No.”

She chuckles, turning back to her paperwork.

“But, if—” Regulus calls again, not wanting to end their conversation just yet “If my friend were to ask you, would you say yes?”

“Well it truly depends on which friend you’re talking about now, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but what is the possibility of you saying yes to my said friend? 50%? 60%? Or are you fully waiting for your prince charming to ask you?”

She stares at him with a smile, looking completely amused at the questions thrown at her. If she didn’t know better she would think that Regulus was asking for himself from all the persistent queries, but then of course, we all know how Regulus Black is. No girl in this castle is good enough for him and this rule applies to her too.

“Why don’t you just tell this friend to come to me himself, hm?” She answers, resting her chin on her palm and stares at him fondly “I truly can’t give you any answers unless you give me a name, Reg.”

“It’s Evan.” He blurts, cheeks feeling hot from her gaze.

“Rosier?” She asks with a raised eyebrow “I thought he’s going with Pandora? I was sure she told me he asked her last week.”

“Did I say Evan? I meant Barty.” Regulus fake coughed, clearing his throat “Barty wanted to ask you to be his date.”

The soft and gentle expression on her face turns into an appalled one, bewildered at the answer Regulus gives. His brain has haywired that he neglected the fact that Barty was her cousin, and though cousin romance is deemed acceptable in the wizarding world, Barty and her would never pursue each other romantically for one too many reasons. If Regulus could just tame his nervousness for just a degree, he would’ve realised how idiotic his answer was.

“Barty wants to be my date?” She asks, trying to confirm his answer that sounded like a death sentence for her.

Regulus nods, “He does.”

She narrows her eyes, trying to catch his lie but the stern and rigid expression on Regulus’ face makes her question her own mind. Regulus was never one to be deceitful yet the idea of Barty wanting to ask her to be his date is just as illogical. The only plausible reason behind such a stunt would be them trying to pull some prank on her, but even with that, Regulus was never one to ever indulge in the mischief her cousin and Rosier would always find themselves in.

“I— Well, I guess you should tell him to ask me himself?” She answers, questioning herself.

“I’ll do that,” Regulus nods firmly, trying to keep his act in place “I’ll tell him you said that.”

—-

A couple of days has passed ever since that incident of him blurting Barty’s name at the library. Regulus was still ever so stressed out to ask her himself that he still hasn’t realised the stupid mistake he’s done. Now with the Hogsmeade trip coming closer, Regulus really has no other time but now to ask her.

Yet before he could do so, the universe crushed his dream.

Barty entered the Slytherin Common Room with the brightest grin on his face, making Evan, Regulus, and Pandora look at each other from the strange sight. He jumps to the sofa, sighing with delight as he lay on it and rests his feet to the hand rest. Barty turns to see his friends who now still look at him with a baffled expression, enjoying the sight and looking forward to stomping on one of them in the next minute.

“Gentlemen,” Barty greets before turning to Pandora “My Lady.”

“What’s with you?” Evan asks, an amused smile plastered on his face “You look like you’ve just won a lottery.”

“Even better, I just got a date.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow, “A date? Who?”

Barty coos, saying her name.

“Wait, isn’t she—”

“Brilliant, indeed.” Barty cuts, not letting Evan to correct the fact that they’re cousins. He shot him a look, one that conveys I’ll tell you later and Evan nods in understanding.

Colour drains from Regulus’ face. Just when he finally gathered enough courage to come forward, he just has to be beaten to the race. By Barty of all people. Supposed she came and asked Barty about their conversation that day and knowing Barty, he would never let such an opportunity slip. Who would ever not want to have her as their date after all?

“Who would’ve thought, right?” Barty fawns, pouring Regulus’ jealousy with petrol “Barty Crouch Jr having such a beautiful bird as his date for Valentine's.”

Evan was eyeing his friend with a sceptical look, clearly lost at the scheme Barty was pulling, “Barty, can I see that Transfiguration homework you promised me now? I have quite a lot to catch up on.”

“Sure,” Barty says, catching Evan’s bullshit right away as he stood from the sofa “It’s in my room.”

And so the two boys left, leaving Regulus who looks like he’s second away from vomiting all contents of his stomach and Pandora who’s casually flipping the pages of a magazine in her hand, an all knowing smirk present on her lips.

“Pandora,” Regulus calls, eyes still vacant “Do you have your wand with you?”

Pandora hums.

“Please hex me to death right now.”

The girl laughs at his request. Pandora put down the magazine and looked at Regulus with a teasing smile, “Why would you ask me that, Reggie?”

Regulus glares, “You know why. I saw your smile the other day when she came to our table. You know about it, don’t you?”

“About what?”

“That I was crushing on her.”

Pandora shrugs, “Maybe.”

“Ugh,” Regulus crowls “What am I to do now?”

Pandora chuckles, patting Regulus’ shoulder in an attempt to console him. Pandora felt cruel now to be the one to suggest the prank, to tell her and Barty to go on a fake date just to mess with Regulus. In her defence, out of the five of them, it seems like Regulus is the only one who doesn’t realise his growing affection for her. It was a public secret for the group now that he’s been sending her heart eyes. All he needed was a push and Pandora felt like it was her duty to help him.

Even when Regulus would surely throw a fit once he knew she was the mastermind behind his distraught now.

“Why don’t you just come to Hogsmeade, Reg?” Pandora suggests, playing the innocent supportive friend now “If their date doesn’t go well, you can go and rescue her.”

Regulus turns to see Pandora, his eyes hopeful at the advice, “You think so?”

“Yeah,” Pandora encourages “I mean, how many similarities does she have with Barty? Almost none. I’m pretty sure their date will turn downhill the moment they step into Madam Puddifoot’s shop.”

“How do you know they’ll go to Madam Puddifoot’s?”

Pandora shrugs, “Don’t all couples go there?”

Regulus bites his inner cheek as he gives it a thought. The idea of her going to such a sappy tea shop with Barty peels his skin. It should be him and her, not Barty and her. What was in her bloody mind to ever say yes to Barty’s invite in the first place?

“Fine,” Regulus says with an exasperated sigh “I’ll go to Hogsmeade.”

—-

Regulus’ tea has long gone cold, untouched as he impatiently waits for her and Barty to enter the tea shop. He figured, if they wanted to have their date here, where else would be the best place to spy on them than the very shop itself? So he got himself a table, ordered himself tea and biscuits that only served as props on his table, while his eyes were glued to the door. Every jingle of the bell felt like an invisible blade thrown to pierce his heart.

He looks down to his watch. It’s been more than an hour now. When would they come? How long should he wait? Will they even come to this tea shop like Pandora said?

Before his head could explode with more questions, Regulus’ breath was held on his chest as she finally entered the establishment. Her cheeks were rosy, probably from the cold wind outside. Regulus wished he could take a picture of her now because Merlin, just how hypnotising could she be?

To think that she dressed up for a date with Barty crushes him, but where even is Barty?

Regulus’ brows were raised now. Did Barty stood her up? Is that why she’s alone now? But she doesn’t look the slightest bit annoyed or sad if such a scenario did occur. She has her eyes scanning the tables now, looking for something, someone, and when their eyes meet, her smile blooms and walks closer to him.

“Hello, there,” She greets, pointing at the empty seat in front of him “Is this seat taken?”

Regulus shakes his head, in loss of words as he tries to assess the situation happening.

She happily took her seat, ordering herself something to drink before turning back to Regulus. Her gaze met his, hands clasped on the table. Her brilliant smile was still evident and it’s making Regulus feel like he could melt and die right on that instant.

“So,” She started, her tone cheerful “What are you doing here, Regulus?”

“I— Uh—” Regulus stutters “I— I was supposed to meet someone.”

“Really?” She asks, intrigued “Who?”

“Just— No one important.” He answers, running his palms to his trousers in nervousness “What are you doing here? I heard you have a date with Barty today. Where is he?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? Did he stood you up?” Regulus asked, his anger starting to rise. How dare he stood her up?

“Oh, no, he didn’t. I just cancelled our date.” She says nonchalantly “I find it too cruel to proceed so I bailed on them.”

“Cruel? Them?” Regulus asked, confused “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, you sweet soul,” She says with a gentle chuckle, taking one of his hands softly and caressing the back of it with her thumb “Who is it again that you said was asking me for a date?

“Barty.” Regulus says with a nervous gulp.

“Yeah, well, it wasn’t truly him now, was it?” She asks “Cause I’m pretty sure Barty would never be interested in me in that way, seeing that we’re cousins.”

Regulus closes his eyes, letting out an embarrassed sigh. That day in the Common Room must have been some sick joke the other’s were pulling at him. How Barty entered with such a huge grin and Pandora’s pitiful yet teasing look at him. They both must have been the miscreants behind this humiliating act.

“I’m going to kill them,” Regulus mutters, not meeting her eyes.

“Please, don’t,” She answers with a laugh “They mean well, I promise you.”

“They’re making me look pathetic in front of you.”

“That’s debatable,” She remarks “I find it cute and adorable, to be honest. And to be fair, it was you who lied to me first. They’re just following your ruse.”

“I’m sorry,” Regulus says “Are you angry at me?”

“No,” She says, shaking her head “I was appalled at first, but then I realised that you might just be shy about it so I just brushed it off.”

Regulus nods, smiling at her weakly from her understanding.

Now what? He thought. Cats out of the bag, for good this time. What should he say now? What should he do? Would she like him to say anything about it? Do anything about it? What if she’s just here out of a friendly gesture? That she doesn’t want to embarrass himself further in front of the others?

But the tender gaze she gives to him now, the understanding smile and the gentle touch she’s giving him, it all feels like a supportive push for him to go forward. To finally embrace his realisation of affection and hand his heart to her now.

“So I guess you know already..” He begins “About my feelings.”

“I have a rough idea of it.” She teases.

“What do you think about it?”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, do you think it was okay? For me to fancy you?” Regulus asks, uncertainty bleeding out of his voice “Would it be okay if I like you?”

“If it wasn’t okay with me I wouldn’t be here with you, would I?” She argues, her kind smile still tugging on her lips “I do have to confess that I expected more than just ‘fancy’ or ‘like’. I thought we’ve gone past that phase already.”

“We?”

She raised an eyebrow, “You didn’t really think that this flows one way, did you?”

“I— I don’t know.”

“Oh, you blind child,” She chuckles “I fancy you too, Regulus. Perhaps even more than that.”

“I— Really?” Regulus asks, blushing yet still trying to understand her words as if she’s been speaking in a different language “This better not be another prank you and Pandora or Barty or Evan is pulling on me.”

She chuckles, “It’s not, I can assure you.”

“Prove it.”

She squints her eyes, giving his challenge a thought before standing a little from her seat. She begins to lean in, inching closer to his face and closing her eyes when their hot breaths begin to meet each other’s skin. She gives the lightest brush to his lips, so soft that it felt feather-like but still sent jolts of electricity down his spine. 

She pulls away a little, still so close to him that their noses brush with each other. She gazes into his eyes, lovestruck and content, “Was that enough of a proof?”

“No,” Regulus breathes, whispering “Do it again.”

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Star Shaped Scars

A Regulus Black x reader

Comfort, fluff, a good bit of angst.

TW! Mention of abuse and description of scars. Let me know if I missed anything! Stay safe loves~

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All dinner she had been awaiting her hangout with Regulus. The two usually met after dinner and talked out of sight at the astronomy tower, and she had been dying to see him since they hadn't met in private in about a week, and it had been a stressful week at that. It was the day after spring break ended, and her sixth year was only months from being over.

It always put her more on edge whenever Regulus had to go home to his parents. She hated the way he returned, colder and more distant each time. It broke her heart to see the toll his parents mistreatment took on him.

She practically inhaled her dinner before speedwalking up the numerous staircases to the astronomy tower. By the time she reaches the top she's like five minutes earlier than their usual meeting time. She stands leaning on the railing, the anticipation eating her up.

He arrives five minutes later than their usual time, appearing silently behind her. He hesitates, but she senses his presence and immediately launches herself into his arms, "Reg!".

He exhales wrapping his arms around her and making sure to not let her hit the ground. She runs her fingers through his hair clinging to him for dear life, "Are you okay?".

He just hums contentedly into her shoulder in response, as she loosens her grip so he can put her down. Her eyes look him over and scan his face of emotion, all she finds is slight happiness but hes otherwise closed off. "Come sit?"

He nods and they sit together behind the safety railings, shoulders touching. "How was your break?" he asks turning his gaze on her, his eyes travel over her face almost memorizing it.

She shrugs not looking at him, but at the sky, "It was alright, was yours...alright?"

He freezes, "A lot better than usual". His tone is final and dry.

"Oh Reg, baby," she sighs leaning into his side and taking his hand into hers. Her fingers graze over the skin of his wrist and hand and he visibly winces. She notices it out of her peripheral vision and looks down to his hand. Its covered in messy scars, most fresh. She gently raises his sleeve and he doesn't stop her he just sighs, defeated. She finds the word 'worthless' carved into his forearm just below his wrist. The only way she knows its not by his doing is the fact that its on his left forearm and that's his dominant hand, and the handwriting is too neat to have been done with his right hand.

She feels hot anger start to surge throughout her body, "Who-." her voice cracks, "Who did this to you?"

"My mother," he says bitterly but still crazily calm.

She digs through the satchel on the floor beside her, she didn't bother to take to her dorm before rushing here like her life depended on it. She almost giggles at the sight of her only band aids being my little pony but thinks better of it and continues looking for the scar ointment in her bag. She pulls it out and looks at him, "Can I patch you up?" she asks gently.

"You don't have to worry about it darling, I-"

"Please?" she says in that soft voice he can't resist. He turns his head away, she broke him.

"Alright, I'm just sorry you have to see this," his voice wavers.

"Stop apologizing for things that aren't your fault". She gently rubs the scar ointment over the word on his forearm before kissing down his arm lightly. She smiles covering the word with the my little pony band aids from her bag.

The corners of his mouth quirks up, "What are those?"

She smiles innocently at him. "Band aids".

He rolls his eyes playfully, "Well I know that, I mean-"

"Shh baby, let me love you." she kisses the palm of his hand, up to his fingertips. "I hope you know your not worthless-"

"I do-" he cuts her off, looking at her lovingly, "I promise, you make me feel so loved darling". He kisses the side of her head.

"Does it hurt at all?"

He shakes his head, "Just burns a little, but that medicine definitely made a difference, thanks my love".

She smiles leaning onto his chest as she holds his hand at her side, "Anytime, I'm just glad we're back at school".

He studies the worried look on her face, "Stop worrying," he shifts so she can lean back onto him, and pulls her in between his legs so they can stargaze comfortably.

"Look there's you're constellation-"

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Briar Evans Aesthetic

“Slytherin!”

The silence that echoed throughout the Great Hall was deafening, but it was the low hissing that followed it that made the hair on the back of Lily’s neck stand on end.

The purebloods that made up the majority of Slytherin were staring up at the small figure with teeth bared and a vicious glint in their eyes.

A Muggleborn sorted into the house renown for its ideals of blood purity… it spelled nothing but disaster for the poor child, which would worry Lily no matter what, but this time was different. This time it wasn’t a stranger walking into the snake pit.

It was her baby sister.

Lily could do nothing but watch with growing panic as Briar’s small body stilled under the Sorting Hat. She saw Professor McGonagall gently lift the Hat off of her, the woman’s lips pressed tight with barely concealed anger at the green clad students. And Lily didn’t know what she expected. She knew Briar wasn’t one to crumble and break; her feisty stubbornness always managed to out weigh everything else. But even though she knew this, she still watched-eyes wide with shock- as her little sister stood up from the stool, back straight and legs firm, and lifted her chin defiantly in the air as she walked confidently toward the table hissing its displeasure at her. Dark green eyes stared down each and every one of them, not a trace of fear or anxiety to be seen.

And Lily knew, because she knew her sister, that those eyes were burning with all the intensity of a fire, silently telling all of the purebloods currently looking down at her:

‘Bite me. I fucking dare you.’

Her baby sister always did have a foul mouth after all.

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