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gtgbabie0 · 10 months

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

-Regulus Black x reader

{Regulus loves to whisper French endearments to you}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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priniya · 10 months

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📸 BETTER THAN REVENGE

synopsis. after a fight with sirius, regulus comes to his girlfriend sulking and she decides to have a little talk with his older brother.

notes. regulus black x malfoy!reader

you and regulus had many more similarities than anyone could guess just by simply looking at the two of you. the most obvious included your background — ancient, pureblood families, who were nuts about purity, both in slytherin, both richer than most of the hogwarts students together, and in everyone’s eyes you were petty, stubborn and pretentious.

you two were petty and seemed pretentious, but it wasn’t all that. the two of you both had siblings, who maybe cared about you in some way, but never showed it well enough for you to be sure they cared. you were sure sirius cared, but you weren’t sure if lucius did. your brother was far from being a family guy.

both you and regulus were also painfully ambitious, and it kind of made the two of you so close as you were paired to one group in slughorn’s classes, and to secure yourself a top spot, you had to work together. and so half a year later, you were planning a trip to france, lying next to each other on the bed in his dorm.

after that one summer everything has changed, and now you two were an official couple, though not many people knew since neither of you wanted to make a big deal out of it. the amount of classes you shared had shrunken since you took different ones, but it just made your bond stronger.

it all happened on a week before both of you were supposed to return to your respective houses (though, regulus would be staying at potter’s), you were wrapping your present for barty, when your boyfriend stormed into the room. pandora, who sat there with you, claimed she would leave you two alone and left. you could easily see that something happened from the look on his face.

“reg,” you began, eyebrows furrowed at his sudden appearance. “is everything alright, love?” a soft ask left your lips as he just laid down on your bed, face buried in a pillow.

silence filled your room right after you finished your sentence. it was time for you to just sigh quietly, putting a hand on his back and scratching it gently. “you know you can talk to me, right?” your soft tone and the sensation of your nails on his back made him grunt.

“i’m not leaving for christmas.” he stated, catching you a little off guard. you were sure it was about the upcoming christmas ball that slughorn threw and since you were invited, regulus was ought to go with you. “i… got into a fight with sirius, so either we make up or i’m gonna go to my parents.” now, he was looking at you with misery and sadness flickering in his eyes.

“he thinks james is more of a brother to him than i am.” regulus adds, his head now resting on top of your laps as you play with his hair, trying to comfort him at least a little. “and he says it’s not that big of a deal, since i consider evan and barty my brothers and i’d probably say that they’re more of brothers to me than he is, but that’s not true.”

his words made your heart ache. it was clear to everyone in your friend group (including remus, who often just tagged along) to know how much regulus needed sirius’ validation, how much he needed to be reassured that he doesn’t hate him as much as regulus thought he did.

“i know we haven’t talked until he moved out, but it still hurts.” he whispered, not even looking you in the eyes. “and he doesn’t even recognize how much he means to me. he’s the only one in our entire family that matters more than everything. i got his initials and constellations tattooed and he thinks i would choose barty and evan over him?”

“you’re brother is an idiot, and i mean it.” you murmured, showering his head with kisses. if regulus was in his usual mood, he would say he just acts like an idiot, but now? he didn’t even want to defend him. “i’ll stay with you. i’d go nuts if i had to spend a minute with lucius.” you say softly, fingers running through his hair.

it took you a few more minutes to comfort him enough to leave your dorm for his evening practice, and even though you were supposed to finish packing your presents before christmas. you had to talk to one, annoying gryffindor, who was no other than sirius black.

getting into their common room was easy, lily, friend of a friend of yours, let you in after hearing your explanation, showing you how to get into sirius’ dorm that he shared with james, remus and peter. “one of you better hold me or i might kill your friend.” you let out, looking specifically remus, who looked at you with a glint of surprise.

“what did he do again?” lupin asked, his expression scolding. “what’re you doin’ here, malfoy?” peter began, but before he could elaborate, remus put a hand on his shoulder and shook his head as you looked for the perfect words.

“how can you be such an asshole, black?” you hissed, the end of your wand pointed at his throat. “one time you’re all on being the best older brother you can, but next time all i see in yourself is my brother, and believe me, that’s the furthest from a compliment.”

“i’m not done, yet.” your teeth gritted, eyes narrowed at him. “he’d never choose anyone over you, yet you’d always choose him —” you looked at james for half a second, then turned your eyes to sirius, again. “— over your own brother, who’d jump into flames just if you asked him to? unbelievable.” you sighed, putting your wand down, sliding it into your boot. “and you know what’s the worst in all that? that i wish he’d pick anyone else over you, but he won’t, because he can’t even get mad at you for not choosing him, he’s just sad.”

the atmosphere in the room is so tense, someone could cut it with knife. “you’re an idiot for making regulus feel so little about himself, and y’all are idiots for letting him.” another sight left your lips as your eyes were locked with sirius. “maybe even regulus will let you treat him like shit, but i won’t, black. i’ll make sure to haunt your dreams and turn them into nightmares, i can promise you that.” you gave him your most ironical smile. “i’m a malfoy, don’t underestimate me, cutie pie.” you sent him a wink,

“protective girlfriend, huh?” remus chuckled as you passed him, giving you a high-five. “oh you bet, lupin.” and you left, sirius almost shamless at your sudden outburst, but… it was quite impressive — though, he’d never admit it.

you haven’t seen neither of them till the next morning at breakfast, when they walked to the great hall together, talking about something until each of them got to their respective tables. “what did you do?” regulus asked, sitting on the bench beside you.

“what?” you asked with a sweet smile, nudging him lightly with your elbow. “just had a small talk with sirius, why?”

“a small talk? with the tip of your wand pressed against his throat?” you nodded at his words, sending him a fake-puzzled look. “you know i love you?” he bit back a smile, leaning closer to whisper those words right to your ear.

“oi, malfoy.” barty started, interrupting your somehow intimate moment with regulus. “theoretically, if i paid you, could you do that to me as well? that must’ve looked bloody hot.” crouch grinned, getting a light punch on the shoulder from your boyfriend.

“i would rather not touch you, crouch. i don’t know where the hell have you been.” you laughed, your head resting on regulus’ shoulder as his arm was wrapped around your waist. “don’t worry, baby. if any of them bothers you, i can fight.” you winked at him playfully.

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cupidddd-d · 1 year

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but you haven't seen my man

in which the true details of your relationship with regulus black is hidden from the hogwarts population

"i bet they do dark blood rituals behind closed doors,"

"do you think they're only together to keep up appearances?"

"look at the way they look at each other! i just know they secretly hate each other."

whispers would fly down the hall every time you and regulus walked past, but you both didn't mind. why would you? you knew the truth.

you knew how patient he was. you knew that he would help you study before tests and put you to bed if you fell asleep reading. you saw the way he would catch your eye from across the room and wink. you felt the way his cool, ring-clad hands would lay themselves on your knee every time you got anxious.

regulus knew how loving you were. he knew the way you would scoop extra food onto his plate because he sometimes forgot to eat. he saw the way you looked at him as if he hung the stars in the sky, even if he didn't think he deserved your admiration. he felt your warm, gentle fingers carding through his dark curls.

in every step you took, in every breath you inhaled, you felt his love around you. you felt the way he would always smile when you were making stupid, impulsive decisions. in the whispers of the wind, you heard how he always told you he loved you while he thought you were asleep.

regulus saw you in everything. he felt your warmth every time sunlight casted onto his robes. he saw your glimmering eyes in the polished, stained glass hogwarts windows. he thought of you every time he saw grass because he knew green was your favorite color.

maybe hogwarts thought the both of you were the darkest beings to ever touch earth, but you knew the truth. he knew the truth. and no matter what anyone else thought, you would both be hopelessly in love with each other, for better or for worse.

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xxhispieceofheavenxx · 1 year

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All is peachy || Regulus Black

Summary: After spending the summer hooking up with his brother's best friend, Regulus convinces himself she only wants him because she can't have Sirius. Or where Regulus masturbates with a peach but he is sad while doing so. (basically, the peach scene from call me by your name)

CW: slight angst to fluff, smut, male masturbation, oral sex (male receiving), self-dought, French!Regulus, French!Sirius, fem!reader. Let me know If I missed something.

Word count: 2.9k words

Hiii! I'm back with a Regulus one-shot. I had this in the back of my mind for a while now and I'm so glad I could write it down. I said that this fic wouldn't take me long, and it didn't because I've been writing it nonstop, but it's still the longest story I've written. With that being said I hope you enjoy it!

Request are open

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The loud laughter makes his eyes roll as his mouth puffs out a breath. Sirius' voice is boisterous while joking around with his cousins Juliette, Lèon and Manon. It usually wouldn't bother him as much as it does today, but among his family, he can hear the sweet laughter that's been plaguing his mind for the entirety of the summer.

She's waist-deep in the water, squinted eyes as Sirius continues splashing water around the group. The sun shines bright, making her hair and skin look even more lively than usual. He should join them; the heat is almost unbearable even as he sits under the shadow of a big tree, pretending to read his worn-out copy of Moby Dick. He should be in the water enjoying his summer, but he can't, not when she's there, looking even more beautiful than he remembers ever seeing her. She's wearing a flowery bikini, her skin looking darker thanks to the sun.

When this summer started, Regulus never thought he would be in a situation like this; when Sirius told him he had invited a friend to spend the holiday with them at their summer manor in the South of France, he never thought he would end up falling for her. She was the loveliest from the moment she entered their house, even making his usually stern parents smile and comment about how Sirius had finally found a friend worth their time. It was hard not loving her sweet voice and laughter, the smell of her hair while she flung it over her shoulder, talking animatedly with his cousin Juliette, easy to make friends when they arrived at the holiday manor. He never thought he would have a chance with a woman so bright she could face the sun and still shine more, not him, not his gloomy face and grey eyes. But he was wrong about that again, and only a week into the summer, Regulus found himself kissing the woman of his dreams.

They had been drinking outside, near the lake, where they were swimming now. Regulus had gotten up to find more drinks when she, always the enthusiastic helper, offered to help him carry them back. Unsure how it happened, they were kissing in the wine cellar. Her body pushed against a wall, her legs around his waist, her finger tangled in his hair. Regulus thought it had all been a dream when he woke up with a killer headache. It became clear it wasn't when she tentatively pressed a hand to his back and gave him a knowing smile during breakfast, the kind that holds a secret only they share.

The next few weeks were spent sneaking around, tasting each other and enjoying furtive glances and touches. That was until Regulus decided she couldn't like a guy like him, not when she had Sirius around, the extrovert, the funny and witty brother. Why would she choose him over Sirius when he was everything his brother wasn't? Introverted, quiet, nose always stuck in a book, never able to defend himself or speak his mind, always afraid about what he could do wrong. That's why he has spent the last week making up excuses, looking the other way when her eyes tried to find his.

Giving up on distracting himself with his book, he closes it and gets up. Quick steps guide him inside the kitchen where house elves are busy prepping for dinner; out of the corner of his eye, he sees a basket full of ripe peaches and quickly grabs two, taking them upstairs to his room.

Tossing the book on his bed, he grabs the bottom of his flowy linen shirt and places a peach on his nightstand. He takes it off, allowing the cloth to fall to the floor. He lays down and starts taking the pit out of the peach in his hand. The sweet juice runs down his fingers all the way to his wrist; he manages to lick them up before the dops reach the bedding. Regulus grabs his book once more and becomes determined to get the girl out of his mind. He opens it on the marked page and aggressively chomps down on the peach.

After rereading the same line over ten times and finishing his peach, he accepts defeat. Closing the book, he places it on his nightstand and lays back, looking at the ceiling like it is about to give him the answer to stop his despair. He thought he had a chance, he really did, but that was just plain wishful thinking. He had seen himself as lucky all those times she had allowed him a taste of her lips or allowed him in her bed. But of course, it was just a distraction for her, so she wouldn't have to face Sirius' escapees alone. He knew it was all too good to be true. His brother was always the desired; he was the oldest, the more handsome, the charismatic and witty. He was still the same brother that had invited her and then left her alone with his family to meet his multiple summer affairs, leaving her to try and console herself with always-number-two Regulus.

He blames himself for even thinking that her touches were ever directed at him. Even if they were on his skin, he knows that in her mind there was only one man, and it wasn't him. All her kisses, caresses, moans and whispers weren't for him.

Groaning, Regulus looks down at the tent that formed in his summer shorts. Which had been happening a lot more often; whenever he remembers her and their endeavours. His hand had started failing him as well, no longer giving him enough pleasure. But after feeling how soft, wet and warm her cunt was all summer, it isn't a surprise. Another sight leaves his lips when he reaches for the forgotten peach by his bedside. Closing his eyes, he rolls the peach between his fingers. The soft skin reminds him of her, extra soft, after applying sunscreen all summer.

Regulus opens his eyes slightly, focusing his sight on the peach in his hands. His index finger starts gently caressing where the stem used to be, softly feeling the curves of the fruit. His breathing becomes slightly ragged as his thoughts continue to flow. No, he can't do that; it would be weird. Shaking his head, he stabs the top of the peach with his thumb, juices falling all over his chest and abdomen. He is quick to gather them with his fingers and lick them clean. He finally gets the pit out and sucks on it, getting as much of the flesh as he can, then he rolls it between his fingers and chucks it across the room, still upset at his thoughts.

Regulus hitches himself higher up, allowing his back to rest on the pillows. Tentatively, he brings the peach into his mouth, sucking the flesh exposed in the hole he left after taking the pit out. He nibbles and lets his tongue roam around the hole, closing his eyes and throwing his head back, only one thing on his mind. He can't help but compare her to the fruit, sweet and soft, juices wetting his lips and face as he explores it with his mouth.

He opens his eyes, knowing that he has lost the battle with his thoughts. Regulus lets one of his hands tread slowly down his body to the button of his shorts; his other brings the fruit into his underwear. Regulus bites back a moan, letting air out his nose, and pushes into the hole. He lets his eyes close again, feeling the sensations; how wet it is, how if he squishes it just a little bit, it feels like her cunt fluttering around him. Her face is clear behind his closed lids, mouth slightly open with pleasure, no noises coming out of her with how much he was making her feel. It doesn't take much more than that image to release, his semen filling the fruit in his hand.

Disgusted with his actions, he quickly places the peach on his nightstand. He casts a quick glance as his cum drips in a long, slow drop down one side and turns his back to it, ready to forget about what he has done.

Hours later, the bright sun is much duller coming in through the window. Soft steps pad through his bedroom floor until they reach the edge of his bed. A smile touches her lips as she watches Regulus lie asleep on his sheets, slack jaw, eyelashes fluttering as he dreams. She sits on the mattress, careful not to wake him up and laces her finger to his soft curls. She bends over, letting her lips place kisses all over Regulus' naked chest.

His eyes flutter open, dazed, as he watches her kiss down his abdomen, all the way to his unbuttoned shorts. Her hand reaches down, pulling his semi-hard dick out and placing it in her mouth. He sighs and looks as her face scrunches up in shock.

"What did you do?"

That is enough to fully wake him up, realising this is not a dream and she is currently inside his room sucking him off.

"Nothing." His all-too-fast answer is enough to make her look around his room, not taking long to find the peach on his nightstand.

"Oh, wow..." she says as she reaches over him for the fruit.

"Stop." Regulus sits up and tries to get it out of her grasp.

"What? No, this is very interesting." A grin takes over her face as she chuckles.

"It's nasty."

"Yes, it is." Her smile grows. She sticks her tongue out, trying to get the drop that fell off the side.

"Stop, don't do that." Regulus tries to take the fruit away again, but she quickly avoids his hand. "Seriously, stop." His hand misses hers a third time, and she tries to lick his cum off the peach again. "Just stop, please." A sob escapes his body suddenly, tears start streaming down his face.

"Reggie, what...?" Her words get lost as he bends over her, hiding his face on her lap. "What's wrong?" Her fingers tangle on his hair again, helping her concerned voice.

"I'm sorry, I'm..." He raises his head and wipes furiously at his eyes. "I'm sorry."

"No, no, I'm sorry." She lets the peach down on his other nightstand, the closest to her. "I didn't mean to upset you. I was only joking." Her concerned eyes look for his.

"I know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cry." His eyes refuse to meet hers.

"Reggie, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, don't worry." He sniffs and tries to get up. She grabs his wrist, making him look at her, a surprised expression on his face.

"Something is clearly wrong. Talk to me." Her gentle voice makes tears prick his eyes again. He lays back down, letting his arm cover his eyes so she cannot see them.

"I just,... I don't know." She lays down, placing her head on his shoulder, humming, letting him know he can continue. "I..., why are we doing this?"

"Doing what?"

"Kissing, making out, having sex." His arm falls down, and he stares at his ceiling once again, refusing to look at the woman on his shoulder whose eyes are boring into his face.

"You don't like it?" She whispers, voice unsure.

"I do, but do you?"

"Of course I do. I wouldn't do it if I didn't." That makes him turn his face to her.

"Do you just like the sex?" The commissures of his lips go down, threatening new tears. "Because I'm sure you can find sex somewhere else."

"What?" Her eyes search into his, hoping they will give her an answer.

"If what you enjoy is the sex, I'm sure you can find someone that is not your crush's little brother to give it to you." His voice turns slightly venomous at his words. He can't believe she is making him spell it out for her. He had enough humiliation as it is; allowing her in, thinking that he was enough for her, only to realize Sirius was the one she wanted and couldn't have.

"Wait, wow, wow, wow." She sits up, her arms moving defensively in front of her. "What are you talking about?"

His brow furrows, and he sits up on the bed as well. "You have a crush on Sirius."

"Ew, what the fuck?" She makes a disgusted expression. "Who the fuck told you that?"

"I, hm... no one?"

"Why do you think I like Sirius?"

"Because... everyone does." He looks as confused as her, not understanding her disgust and shock at the revelation.

"Who the fuck is everyone? Reggie, why would I have sex with you if I wanted Sirius?" Her frown deepens.

His mouth relaxes open, confused sound spill out while his eyes look around the room, trying to find an answer. She doesn't...? But all those looks she sent Sirius' way, they coy smiles and jokes between them. They had to be more, hadn't they? "I..., you're not having sex with me because Sirius isn't interested?"

Her mouth gapes open. "What? No." The disgust returns to her features. "I mean, I love your brother, he's one of my best friends, but he is the sluttiest man on Earth. I'd only have to ask him, and he'd be dropping his pants in a second."

Unsure eyes look at her.

"Reggie," She says softly, her hands cupping his cheeks. "I like you, not just the sex, not just the kisses. You. I like you." His eyes shine with tears as he looks at her, looking for a hint of a lie.

"I just came inside a peach." Is all he can muster out after a moment of silence. Her laughter erupts in his ears.

"Yeah, you did." She finally says in between giggles. "It was sexy." More laughter leaves her, and he smiles, unable to stop himself from how happy she sounds.

"It was?"

"Yeah," She finally breathes. "It made you taste sweet." Her fingers dance on his thigh, making their way up his stomach. She caresses where the juices from the peach fell, where she had been kissing him moments ago.

"Oh..."

"Oh indeed." She looks at him with a rueful smile. "I didn't mean to make you cry."

"I know." His hand grabs her, stopping her caresses, and he brings it to his mouth, placing a kiss on her palm.

"You know, normally, when someone confesses their feeling for you is polite to let them know if you feel the same way or not." She says, her voice tentative.

His eyes widen, and he looks up at her, her hand still over his lips. "I like you, yes, of course, I do." His rushed words make her smile. "I'm sorry, I'm not good at feelings."

Her other hand reaches his cheek. "It's okay. We'll learn; together. I just need you to talk to me, please." His hand cups the one on his cheek. "I knew something was weird this past week, but you didn't talk to me."

"I know. I'm sorry. I tend to get in my head and not talk with people when I think something is wrong."

"Just promise you'll talk to me next time, no matter what it is." Her sad eyes are all he needs to kiss her.

"I promise." He breathes once they break apart. His hands make their way from her cheeks to her waist. "I'm sorry." Is all he whispers while he lays her down, their lips locked.

"Reggie." She breaks the kiss as her head hits the mattress. "I'd love to, but I came up here to tell you dinner is ready, and you need to come down." His forehead touches hers.

"You were the one that started blowing me."

"Oops?" His stern eyes look into hers, making her giggle. "We can do whatever you want after dinner, I promise."

"You'll finish what you started?"

"Only if you do the peach thing again." He groans, his head going back and then falling on her shoulder.

"You're never going to let me forget that, are you?"

"Nope." She over-exaggerates the pop sound and softly pushes him off her. "Come on, put your shirt on. I don't want your parents sending anyone to check on us."

Reaching the bottom of the stairs and walking past the archway, they walk into the dining room, where everyone is waiting for them.

"Look who finally decided to join us." Leon's words are accentuated by his french accent.

"Sorry." Regulus quickly apologises, sitting down on one of the free chairs. He reaches for his glass of water as a house elve starts pilling food on his plate.

"Is everything okay?" Orion asks as he sips his wine.

"Yeah, you guys took so long to come downstairs." Sirius pipes up.

"All is peachy." Her cheery voice makes Regulus choke on his sip of water. Eyes look at him as he tries not to cough out a lung. "He fell asleep, took me a bit to get him up."

"Oh, you're still cranky when you wake up, Reg." Manon's teasing voice says.

"Yes, I guess." His cheeks are red as he prays nobody has realized the actual situation. Regulus' eyes have a glint in them, one that she recognises. She grins at him, fully knowing she's in for a lot tonight.

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ltsokaylove · 3 months

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“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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masivechaos · 8 months

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vigilante shit!

── ☆ regulus black x fem! reader

── ☆ Request: yes / no

── ☆ Synopsis: it's the first time you meet James after he cheated on you, but Regulus is by your side and you're not against making your ex a little mad.

── ☆ Warning/content: celebrity au, mention of cheating (reader been cheated on in the past), swearing, idk anything about how award shows are organized so bear with me please, idk if i like this or no but err, my English

── ☆ a.n.: 1.8k words-

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Your eyes travelled the room, mouth in a thin line with the most neutral expression on your face, Regulus’ arm around your waist, flashes of cameras illuminating your make-up-covered skin. It was your first apparition in public with Regulus as your new boyfriend. Well- people knew about it, thank the paparazzi for this, but for the first time, it was official, it was your choice.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say this news broke the internet. You were known to be James Potter’s wife, the lead singer of the Marauders, and your break up was sudden, nobody saw it coming.

James Potter was famous for being adorable and so so respectful. Hence your surprise when you found out he cheated. You couldn’t describe how disappointed and betrayed you felt. You genuinely thought he was a good man, but maybe celebrities were celebrities. You hope it was false because you didn’t want Regulus to fool you as James did.

But you didn’t have to worry for the moment, today was a prize award show and you were nominated in the “single of the year” category and Regulus in the “album of the year” category. You wanted both of you to win, and eventually for the Marauders not to win the album of the year prize. First, for yourself and second to prove to James what he had just lost. It was all ego and pride but you didn’t care.

── ☆

Finally sat at your table, you looked around and without meaning to, your eyes fell on the Marauders’ table, so on James obviously. You couldn’t help but notice no one was seated by his side, guess his secret girlfriend wasn’t that good. You rolled your eyes before turning your body to face Regulus sat next to you “You good?” he whispered as he let his thumb slide over your knuckles before pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand.

“Yeah,” you murmured. You weren’t going to let your stupid ex ruin your night.

Soon the night hosts were on stage and you could escape your thoughts by listening to them but it turned out you were zoning out the entire time, your brain only focusing on what you were going to read in the news tomorrow about how it was the first time you and James were reunited after your sudden break up.

Regulus nudged your shoulder, tearing you out of your thoughts “You need to go, it's soon your performance,” he said as he tried to read your eyes. He knew it was hard for you to face James again, but his band mates too.

The world of celebrity is like a playground for adults. Everybody knows each other, some people whisper and others eavesdrop. The kindest ones weren’t always the most popular and you could have a hard time finding real and honest friends.

And for a long time you thought you did. You had what people would call a “perfect life” and you couldn’t be happier. You had an amazing husband, who was the lead singer of a very famous band and you were friends with the other members. What could possibly go wrong?

Journalists and friends were talking about you like your life was complete, that it was going to stay the same until the end. You believed them. You thought you knew James by heart, that you were going to live a perfect marriage.

But maybe you were blind by love, or maybe you were just oblivious but you never saw his furtive glances at his phone at night or the way he would be less present for you, always finding an excuse to go out without you.

One day you got suspicious and asked his bandmates about it but they said they didn’t know anything so you let it go, forgetting about everything. That was until one of your shows was cancelled and you got home a day earlier only to find James in bed with another. When you thought about it, all you can remember is how you cried and screamed and wanted him to disappear from your life.

With tears running down your face, you left the house to find comfort next to your best friend, Remus. He welcomed you, comforted you. You thought that you hadn’t lost everything, your friends were still here. If only it was true.

── ☆

“How could he do this to me?” you sobbed, letting your cries staining Remus’ sweater as he brushed away the strands of hair stuck to your cheeks. Remus didn’t answer anything, hugging you closer. His best friend messed up but so did he.

“Since when was this going on? When did he start to lie?” you asked, anger taking over sadness. You felt Remus tense at this. You detached yourself from him, your eyebrows furrowed “You knew about this?” you whispered, your heart clenching inside your chest.

Remus avoided your gaze, staring down at the ground, the hardwood floor being suddenly the most interesting thing of his life.

“Did you know about this, Remus?” you said through gritted teeth and he shyly nodded, ashamed of himself. You jumped out of his sofa, throwing at him the blanket he offered you for extra comfort. “Get fucked, Remus,” you spat as you left his living room.

── ☆

You got off of stage after your performance under the loud applause of the public, taking a deep breath in. You had done your best and you were satisfied with the outcome. Walking back to your table, you passed by the Marauders. After realising, you tried to increase your pace and when you thought they didn’t notice you, you felt a hand grabbing your elbow, turning around.

You closed your eyes, hoping this wasn’t happening “Y/n. Please, can we talk?” You winced as you recognized James’ voice.

With a sigh, you opened your eyes “No, we can’t. Bye,” you said as you tried to leave but he held onto your arm a little harder.

“Please,” he begged and the urge to punch him in the face became even stronger. “I- I messed up, okay?”

“Woah, took you a year and half to realise? You’re a bit slow.”

James took a deep breath, combing a nervous hand through his hair “I regret what I did, okay? I fucked up and I…,” he looked at you in the eyes, getting closer to you and your whole body tensed. “I miss you.”

You raised your eyebrows, there was something so satisfying about seeing him miserable like this. Before you could answer anything, an arm slid around your waist and you lifted your eyes to find Regulus by your side.

“Everything’s fine?” he asked as he kissed your temple before letting his lips linger on your skin.

“Yeah,” you whispered, leaning into him, seeking for the comfort of his smell and touch. James’s eyes travelled between you and Regulus as a frown appeared on his face.

“So you guys are dating, now?” You nodded, taking Regulus’s hand and giving it a light squeeze. “This is your revenge? Going out with my rival? You want to know all the awards he stole from us?”

“You know everything is not about you, James? My only revenge is that I’m finally happy and apparently you are not! Like what, Karma knows how to do her work!” You turned to leave before adding “And maybe he didn’t steal any award, maybe his music is just better than yours.”

“What now? You’re saying my music sucks?”

“No. I was maybe stupid enough to believe your sweet words, I wasn’t stupid enough to marry a guy who’s music sucks. All I’m saying is that maybe he’s not the problem, maybe you are. I also happen to appreciate more a music when it’s not made by a bunch of guys who spent months lying into my face because they are fucking cowards.”

You finally walked away, leaving behind you a very much shocked and confused James. He was being honest, he truly wanted you back. And the fact that you were dating his rival wasn’t helping make him feel better.

── ☆

When the marauders started to be known, they were immediately successful. All of them being pretty, nice and talented, the success was almost given to them. Until Regulus Black arrived. He was the marauders’ guitarist’s brother and just as handsome, if not more for you. And from there started years of rivalry, The marauders and Regulus often fighting for awards and being the number one hit of the year.

Therefore, since you were married to James, you were used to see Regulus as a rival and bad guy. But when you broke up, you reached out to him. Out of revenge first, you definitely wanted to make James jealous. But as you talked to Regulus more and more, you discovered how much of a sweetheart he was. He made you realise how much James wasn’t treating you right, because Regulus loved you and always made sure you knew it. He made you understand that the sentence “If he wanted to, he would” was definitely true. By his side you felt loved, whole and happy.

── ☆

Sat down at your table, your drink in hand. You were waiting for Regulus’s performance, you were sure he was going to be great, he always was. He appeared on stage and started to sing, you carefully watched him, proud of him. It was his new song, the first time he ever performed it live.

From the corner of your eyes, you looked at the marauders, they were watching Regulus and seemed pretty annoyed. You let out a chuckle. You were waiting for one particular lyric and you quickly realised it was the next sentence and watched even more carefully the band’s reaction.“

The words finally crossed Regulus’s mouth “Picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife and she looks so pretty. Driving in your Benz. Lately she's been dressing for revenge.”

You couldn’t help but let a wide grin appear on your lips as you saw James’ clench his jaw as he briefly glanced at you before realising you were looking at him.

When Regulus sat down by your side again, you kissed him, the smile still present. “I can’t kiss you if you smile so much,” he said as he cupped your face between his hands.

“His reaction was priceless.”

“That’s what I wrote this for, darling,” he smirked.

You leaned into his side, your head resting on his shoulder. “It’s maybe childish of me, but I don’t care, he deserves it.”

The night ended and the grins never left both of your faces. And while the Marauders were going back home with their heads down and hands empty, you were sleeping peacefully next to the man of your life, with both of your awards installed proudly on your fireplace.

James lost you but you won everything. You won awards but you won the game of love too. Because you’re the best thing that happened to Regulus and he’s the best thing that happened to you.

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lilacsbeeswax · 1 year

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For regulus x potter reader maybe write something about how regulus shows up to the potters in the middle of the night like how Sirius did and he only asks for the reader bc he’s very upset but they didn’t want to make their relationship public so James is like wtf

Name: Safety

Pairing: Regulus Black x Fem!Potter!Reader

Fluff

Warnings: secret relationship, language, written during 3 separate 12 am writing sessions, kinda bad ending, possible inaccuracy, Regulus and Sirius’ parents :(, crying, use of Y/n, running away

Notes: I love the requests you sent in they are both beautiful and make me want to burst into tears right on spot. I hope you enjoy! 💕

“Alright kiddos,” My dad groans as he gets up from his spot on the couch, “I’m gonna go to bed. You can stay up a bit longer but, please, don’t cause harm to anything, okay?”

“Yeah, James, no more fires,” I quip, jokingly scowling at my older brother.

“That was one time!” James cries, obviously offended.

“I’m talking to you too, Y/n Potter, you both bring chaos into this house and I’m not looking to put out another fire at 3 in the morning,” Dad replies as he exits the room.

I turn to James and then look towards the pile of board and card games that we’ve collected over the years, “Uno?” I ask.

“Obviously,” He answers with a smirk.

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“Oh! You bitch!” James yells as I set down a wild draw four, forcing him to add 4 more cards to his 18 others.

knock... knock... knock... A rap sounds from the front door making both of our heads turn, who could be here at this time of night?

“I’ll get it,” James sighs as he stands up. “Grab your wand in case it’s a murderer and I need backup.”

I roll my eyes at his dramatics, but grab my wand from the side table nonetheless. These days you never know who could be lurking around the corner.

In the entryway, the front door creaks, and I hear James exclaim with a strange amount of abhorrence in his tone, “What are you doing here?”

The voice that follows makes me stand up and I have to physically restrain myself from running straight toward it. I, instead, creep to the door overhearing every strained word, “I just need to see Y/n. I have to see her, please.”

I turn the corner to see Regulus Black standing on the covered porch with tear-stained cheeks and dark circles under his eyes. He looks at me and his eyes light up, like a child receiving candy. He steps forward but stops himself from going any further obviously contemplating whether or not he should step in.

“Regulus? Are you okay?” I ask, rushing over to him and grabbing his face with both hands, searching for any sign of harm. He sets his hand onto one of my own and leans his forehead against mine. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, seemingly relieved.

“I’m so sorry, I just can’t do this without you,” He says as his voice quivers.

“It’s alright, lovey,” I reply, moving the hand he isn’t holding to run my fingers through his curls. “You can always come to me and I will be there, I promise.”

I lean in and kiss his lips savoring every second of the closeness. When we separate, I move to pull him into a long hug, his body is tense but melts into mine. It may be cliche but it feels like it’s only the two of us at this moment, unfortunately, it is not. James clears his throat and inquires, “What the fuck is happening?”

I separate from Regulus and step in front of him watching James shut the front door and walk back to the living room. We follow and observe him as he drops himself onto the couch and runs a hand over his face. James utters, “Well, are either of you going to explain, or do I just have to assume?”

“Well,” I begin, nervous for James’s reaction, “Regulus and I have been- well… dating for the past year or so.”

James opens his mouth as I try to speak but immediately closes it again, he repeats the cycle until he states, “Okay. Why are you here then, Black?”

“I, uh, it got really bad at Grimmauld Place earlier,” Regulus replies, looking down towards his feet. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“Where’s Sirius?” James asks quickly, more worried about his best friend than anyone else.

“I don’t know, he didn’t come home last night, he only left behind a note that said, ‘later bitches’. They didn’t believe me when I told them I don’t know where he went,” Regulus answers grimly, I grab his hand when I notice his eyes start watering.

“Alright, don’t think we’re done talking about this, because we’re not, but I’m gonna go look for Sirius. Get him some tea or something and don’t be gross, I’ll be back soon,” James sighs and runs to the fireplace. Regulus and I observe as he grabs a handful of Floo powder and steps in. He slams the powder down and exclaims an address then immediately disappears leaving behind only ash and green flames.

I sit down on the couch with Regulus and bring him into a big bear hug, knowing he didn’t like initiating affection but needed some for the moment. He buries his face into my neck and breathes in deeply. I feel hot tears slowly drip onto my skin but I do nothing but move a hand up to his curls.

“Thank you for being here,” Regulus mumbles.

I respond, “I will always be here, my love for you is eternal.”

He leans back looking me in the eyes, “I will forever love you, Y/n. You are the stars in my galaxy.” I look into his red-rimmed, glossy eyes smiling at him. He chuckles, “If he wasn’t so worried about Sirius, James would be kicking my ass right about now.”

“I hope that he would keep the ass-kicking to a minimum,” I laugh, knowing the worst James would do is ignore me for a few hours until giving up because he got bored. “Besides I’d save you from him.”

“Would you now?” He entertains, life coming back to his features as we talk.

“Of course, I love you too much to let you be ended by, James, of all people.”

“Merlin, what are we going to do?” Regulus groans, “By the time they get here Sirius and James will have decided whether they will speak to us ever again.”

“We will do what we’ve been doing this entire time, this is none of their business,” I quip, “Besides, you’re staying here from now on whether they like it or not.”

“Really?” He questions, “Can I?”

“Of course, I’ll talk to my mom and we’ll sort it out. You will never have to go back there again,” I reply, strength filling my words.

I don’t ask what happened that night, but based on the past I can infer what he’s been through. If I can help it, I will never Regulus go through that again.

I never did.

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unabashednightmarepizza · 6 months

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𝑆𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 2

Warnings: Mentions of panic attack, shitty family life, mentions of Sirius' Survivor'a guilt, horny teens being horny, perhaps my shitty writing

Part1

These past 2 months after making an escape plan with Regulus and going with it, had been hectic, emotional and probably a little bit problematic.

As soon as the morning came after your heartfelt night with your boyfriend, you both went to the Owlery to send your letter to your parents, asking for help. All the while, Regulus never stopped holding your hand and kissed you whenever he wanted.

Which meant all the time.

Your cheeks, your forehead, your hand, your knuckles, your lips...

Mostly your cheeks and lips, so much that those kisses soon turned into a make-out session which resulted with messy hairs, plump and red lips, wrinkled shirts and flustered two youngsters.

Then came the letter and a Howler from your parents, which sent Regulus into a heart attack since he thought your parents were angry at him and you, mostly him, for bringing you into this mess and didn’t want to take in a stray... He already convinced himself that your parents wouldn’t help him, would throw him insults which, in his opinion, he deserved for making you the target of his family. You often reassured him, scolded him for not thinking so lowly of himself when he did nothing wrong and threatening to kiss every corner on his body until he saw himself just a tiny bit like you did.

To which he would always answer with a it wouldn’t be such a bad punishment love, cheekily with a coy smile which also earned himself a slap on his chest and an adorable, flustered sight of your face as you tried to hide it from him to save yourself from further teasing.

But all his worries couldn’t be further from the truth, when you opened the Howler and your mother’s angry voice was heard. I knew it was a good idea to be alone when we opened it...

“That little bitch is being an arse to my dear boy?! HOW DARE SHE?! FIRST SIRIUS AND NOW REGULUS?! MY DEAR SON?! NOW, THAT’S UNACCEPTABLE! AND I FEEL SHAMED FOR YOU TO ASK BRINGING REGULUS HOME, SWEET GIRL! Regulus will always have a home here, so, please gather his things and come here in the holiday! I already prepared our guest room and your dad is excitedly waiting for Regulus to come so that they could talk about- what was that love? Eh, whatever... LOVE YOU MY SWEET GIRL AND SON! TAKE CARE, AND DON’T WORRY!”

Now, Regulus always knew that your parents and you were more of that chaotic yet funny side. Your relationship with them was so loving, though you got irritated whenever they asked about him first, you wouldn’t trade them for anything. Out of all the pureblood families, you and Weasleys could be the only ones who didn’t care about such things and was actually approachable.

But unlike them, your family was still held at the highest respect since you were all the direct descendanta of Merlin and had immaculate power over the Wizarding World.

Before he met you, he thought of them and your family to be “blood traitors”. Courtesy of his family, especially his mother who held an obvious disgust to the Weasleys but even then, as the cruel woman she was, Regulus always saw her with somehow a sad and longing frown while looking down at what he assumed was a picture in her room.

Ever since he was a little kid, a literal toddler, Regulus was always able to sneak in and out of places a normal kid couldn’t and often watched either the sky or his brother. He wouldn’t dare sneak in his mother’s room only to be caught and punished later, so he often stayed away from that room with her and his dad’s name on it.

The only reason he witnessed his mother’s vulnerable sight was because she left it slightly open and small whimpers were heard as little him peeked at her.

But even then, Regulus couldn’t help but look at the Howler and then at your proud stance as you were standing up with your arms crossed in front of your chest, nodding your head at what your mum said with a wide grin, amazed yet also a tad bit scared.

“Love, are you not supposed to be... Scared? Disturbed?” he awkwardly asked while holding up the Howler towards you as confusion overtook your face, pout forming on your lips before a soft smile appeared and you sat down behind him with your arms across his chest, rubbing comforting circles as he relaxed back to your chest.

“Why would I? My family loves you, you love them, and I love both of you... This is all I could ask for!”

Love is stupid in the way it reduces your smartness, Regulus remembers his mother always mumble to herself when she was in a good mood and Regulus dared to question her about those feelings.

He was aware that she was repulsed by the idea, but young him wouldn’t know that it was because his mother never experienced love and therefore, as she was starved of it, she would always spit insults whenever that four lettered word would be heard from anyone as if it scorched her ears.

But as he now gazed at you rambling about the recent trend of music of the Muggles and the recent cafe you found which you two had to try out soon, he understood that this warm feeling in his chest was not something to be repulsed, nor was it something to fear or hate.

It was the beautiful feeling of being coddled, loved unconditionally and only ever being expected to be himself...

But he was still Regulus Black, and he could never erase that fact... And as any Blacks, he had a shit luck which showed its ugliness in the most absurt times.

Such as now, when everything was going nice and steady between you two before he "ruined" everything.

“Regulus, you're bleeding!” You exclaimed in distress as you tried to get him away from the broken shards while his leg and feet were bleeding from stepping on them. The boy who was just trying to pick all of them one by one while crying his heart out, choking on his sobs, was now just looking idly at the sight of you tugging him away to sit him on a chair away from the pieces of the mug and plate, with no emotion except silently crying.

This was definetly not what you planned when you asked him if he could bring the pastries for a movie night. Maybe some making out and some other activities, as many of your peers did in the heat of the moment, and lay together in your shared bed in the little cottage you two had with the money saved.

You weren't expecting to find him with his hands covered in his blood with absolutely no emotion being shown in his usually expressive eyes after he started dating you except the heavy flow of tears...

You were more than worried as unvisible thorns grew in your heart and stung you hard with each beg of forgiveness and sob that left hım, as you could only stand there without being able to help him.

How can you help him escape from his own mind that tortured hım?

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..!” He continued to mumble as his hands held onto the arm of the chair thightly, knuckles turning white in fear and because of how he was gripping it thightly, he lowered his head in shame as the flashes of his mother and how... she punished him for ruining everything came to his mind.

He always messed up in some way, huh?

“Didn’t mean to, i-it just slipped! Please, don’t be mad..!” he let out a shuddering breath as his heart rate picked up and suddenly, breathing was harder then usual. His body felt unusually hot as he sweated buckets but at the same time, he was having the chills as if he was in the North Pole which resulted in a bodily shock that made him tremble slightly and now, he couldn’t feel his own hands by how much it started to tingle.

He knew these signs, of course this wasn’t the first time he had an attack, the feeling of as if he ran a marathon and now was desperately trying to suck air into his lungs.

But this was the first time he had one right in front of you, his girlfriend he tried to shield from pretty much anything moderately dangerous that had something to do with him.

Including himself.

And by that simple reaction, as you were picking everything up so that he wouldn’t hurt himself more, you realized how his life back with his parents hurted him deeply... And how it would be a long adventure for him to heal from those scars as they were still persistent to remain.

They were not like these pieces so that you can just take them away from him and throw away.

Your heart broke for your boyfriend, eyes turning glassy as you stood up and without a care around you and the mess, hugged him thightly to yourself. He clinged onto you like a baby as soon as he realized that you were there and not his mother, as soon as he smelled your natural scent, that he was far away from them and she couldn’t hurt him anymore. That he was safe and in the loving embrace of his lover...

That he was out of that shithole of a home.

“Please, don’t leave me...” he begged silently to the crook of your neck as he buried his nose in your neck, laying butterfly kisses along the column of your neck as you hummed to him. With each vibration of your chest, each kiss you laid on his soft and milky skin...

He felt the numbing pain in his chest heal a bit more.

“I’m not going anywhere. You will not get rid of me easily, Reg...”

Regulus could only thighten his shaky arms around your middle as you stood tall in front of him, his face buried on your chest as his breaths slowly evened out and only little huffs left his lips.

He always was aware of your warmth being comforting, the weight of your whole body or even your arms around his neck and rubbing circles on his nape was grounding and comforting enough. But before meeting you, the only comfort he would ever have was his pillow that witnessed his many meltdowns, which wasn’t much of a comfort at that time but the best one he could have.

Of course, a person never knows what they are missing until they have that same thing so, he never knew he needed someone alive, breathing with him. Someone whose warm embrace would desolve the nasty ice rooted deep in his heart after years of abuse.

Someone he could never afford loosing ever again.

Someone to be with him for as long as the remaining time of his life allowed.

Regulus had always known that he wanted to get married and have children with the person he loved, contrary to what people thought at first glance and unlike what his family had been doing for years. His brother would often tease him for being such an hopeless romantic, but he viewed the marriage as an eternal promise of being devoted to each other...

And he loved that idea, the idea of sharing his life, his days, his problems, his dreams with a special someone...

He always dreamt of how it would be like, and even wrote some ideas down. How he would propose, or how the ring would be like... It wasn’t like money was an issue. Before he ran away, he took a huge amount of money from them as a final blow as an...insurance.

If they destroyed him with the family name and their power, he might as well use it against them, right?

But looking at you under the dim light of the kitchen as you fixed everything and prepared his favourite drink to lift his mood, he realized that he could no longer wait for the day to come.

He realized that he wanted to be your husband, and you his wife.

Probably as soon as possible.

You two already lived together, in some sense, and he knew that even if it was early... That you two were still young, he knew that you two belongt to each other, that he found his soulmate, someone that would understand him, someone that was only for him. He thought about the idea of you saying no in many occassions, because why wouldn’t you?

He was broken, hurt in every possible way, he was cold and ruthless at times and he could hurt you, not that he would ever want that but because of who his parents were and with whom they worked with. You could even live in solidarity, hiding from everyone and everything. You had dreams, dreams that he always supported you with...

And he didn’t want to be an obstacle in your way.

So yeah, why would you ever want him as your husband?

But unknown to him, there were many times that you imagined to wake up to Regulus’ face, calling him your husband and he calling you his wife. Many daydreams you had where you both would wear matching golden bands as you strolled in the streets or just cooked food for your little family together before being huddled together under a blanket in front of the fire place...

But... It was still too early to think about these things, right?

So, for now... You two both would wait. Until Regulus was fine and everything was nice to think about such future...

Until you both graduated, which was only a few months away...

Until everything that could be a danger would be gone.

Bonus Part!

“ In people’s lives, I want to be that who doesn’t hurt.”

Regulus Black

Sirius smiled through his tears as he sat down outside where only a handful students were out, hastily wiping his tears so that they didn't soak the paper and his reputation of being a bad-boy wasn't ruined.

Sirius was worried about his brother, just as any older brother would be, contrary to what others and even Regulus himself believed, when he first left his old home where he only associated with bad memories. He had plans to take Regulus with himself but the boy was justifyably scared of their mother and what she could do.

In the end, Sirius had to be quick because he knew he would not have another chance had he lost this one after his mother knew what he had been doing in the school.

And therefore, he made the biggest mistake of his life: Leaving Regulus alone.

He stupidly believed that his mother, now that she had a "good" heir after Sirius left the home, wouldn't do anything harsh to him. Regulus was her only shot at protecting the "honor of the House of Black" after all.

But Walburga Black was an angry woman, for her own sons did the one thing she never was able to do or dared to do even if she wanted it more than anything: Escape.

And as Sirius gazed at the sullen and dead eyes of his brother after a week of not seeing him, glaring at his across the Hall...

He knew what he had done couldn't be taken back.

"Is there another life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be, we cannot be created for this sort of suffering..."

Regulus Black

Sirius though that there was nothing he could do to save Regulus from her clutches, to wipe those dark circles under his eyes and that vengeful frown that decorated the once smiling and happy face.

Besides, Regulus never allowed him to get closer to himself while he avoided even hearing his older brother's name...

Sirius Black, for the first time, felt helpless with his hands tied as dread filled him at the scene of him loosing Regulus slowly played before his eyes...

But then... Something changed.

Regulus, who had been feared by almost everyone in the school and known for his frown that could freeze anyone in horror and stare hard and powerful enough to wish for Avada Kedavra... Started smiling.

And no, it wasn't the usual mocking one... A genuine one.

Almost like... He was in love.

How did Sirius know? Well, James has been telling him that he too had the same eyes whenever he looked at Moony but that was another story.

It didn't take long for him, and practically whole school, to learn about the mysterious person behind this sudden change on Regulus.

It was you, the shy yet most powerful transfigutater who had a great knack for magic that came from a strong but loving family...

His only best friend out of his friend group, an unofficial member of the Marauders.

And he had to thank you for taking care of his little brother and save him from the ugly and thight grip of his family( he was actually quite impressed but yet again, he saw your parents... If you were even %1 like them he could understand how you did this), and even fix their relationship, when you absolutely had no obligation to do so... But still did it for Regulus.

I know he doesn't act like it, but he thinks of the world of you, Sirius...

This was what you said before you dropped some letters adressed to him and only after you went up to Regulus happily and Sirius started to read them that he realized they were all from Regulus to him.

Not Sirius Orion Black.

Not just Sirius.

But Siri, as he often called him affectionately.

And now, as Sirius looked at how lovesick his brother was while he watched from a distance how you both danced under the falling trees, thinking that no one was there, he chuckled to himself, amused.

You were the one he thought of the world for.

And he hoped nothing would ever change that, that the wide smile over your faces would forever be there without anything tainting it.

And that his brother would finally have the balls to actually confess because holy shit, this was making him insane and he was already questioning whether he should act like a protective brother for you or Regulus-

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never-fair · 9 months

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phoenix || regulus x you

In the quiet area of your tattoo parlor, you carefully worked on a stunning piece of art onto a paper near you, ecstatic when you finally figured out what to add onto a tattoo on your client's skin.

Little did you know that your life was about to take an unexpected turn, for better or for worse, you were about to find out—one that would match two lonely souls together. You and Regulus Black.

The door to your quaint little shop swung open, and a tall man stepped into the shop. His whole demeanor intrigued you. His clothes were sleek yet looked almost comfortable. He carried himself nicely. Maybe a businessman, you thought.

Yet there was something in his deep dark eyes that made your stomach curl up into itself. For some reason, a glint in his eyes showed fear and vulnerability. You brushed it aside, you were never good at reading people anyways.

With a warm smile, you approached Regulus, ready to offer your help to the man in front of you. "Welcome. How can I assist you today?" you asked him, tying your hair up, the rubber band in your mouth.

Regulus's voice was laced with both determination and- embarrassment? "I'm here to cover this up" he said, his voice quivering a bit as he pulled his sleeve up, showcasing his forearm.

You blinked. Then blinked again.

Your heart swelled with admiration for his courage to start up against the death eaters and you softly smiled taking his name.

Nodding in understanding, you guided him to a comfortable chair in front of a mirror.

"Anything you had in mind?" you asked him as he sat down in the chair in front of you.

"Anything to hide it" he nodded at you, making eye contact with you for about 5 seconds before staring back at the floor, blush crawling up his neck.

As you prepared your tools, the air around you both was silent but comfortable. Your hands moved the needle with precision and experience. You didn't only pigment his skin, but his heart as well. Each stroke of the sharp needle was done with care and signified one more chain broken from the death eaters by Regulus.

As you were concentrating on the tattoo, a question suddenly popped into your head.

"Why?" you asked him bluntly, quickly shaking your head and ducking your head back down, ashamed at what you had just asked.

"It's alright, love. I want to leave my past behind and embrace a new chapter,' he said and shrugged, quietly apologizing as you almost messed up the art on his skin.

As the transformation unfolded, Regulus watched intently, his gaze locked on the masterpiece. The skull morphing into the head of a bird on his forearm. The dark mark faded away slowly, wings taking its place-a phoenix rising from the ashes of the mark, its wings ablaze with vibrant colors of red and yellow.

Regulus's eyes widened in awe, his jaw dropping ever so slightly, allowing a deep breath to fill his lungs before squeezing his eyes shut. A mixture of disbelief and gratitude coursed through his veins. "It's... incredible," he whispered, rotating his arm, his voice filled with wonder.

You smiled, feeling a profound connection blossoming between you. "It represents your journey, Regulus" you said, trying his name out on your tongue. It was quite charming.

"The phoenix symbolizes rebirth. You've become a new person" you said but slightly cringed at the second sentence. How would he feel knowing that some random stranger was guessing things about him.

Fortunately, Regulus nodded.

Regulus's fingers grazed the fresh ink, and as he looked up, his eyes met yours, a spark of something more than gratitude for the art flickering between you. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice sincere and soft.

After Regulus had almost paid for the tattoo (you insisted it was on the house), you sat back down, continuing the art.

You noticed something was off with the picture though. A small number was written on the top of the page. A phone number. You internally squealed and smiled softly.

But there was something else too. The picture was now fully finished, a completed butterfly lying on the page in front of you.

He completed the picture. Just like how he completed you.

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queerpumpkinnn · 2 years

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Sleepy

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Summary: Regulus finds reader asleep in the common room and carries them back to bed.

Pairing: Regulus Black x reader

Warnings: Regulus carrying reader, they sleep in the girls dormitory but they/them pronouns are used. just fluff.

While reading, I recommend listening to dancin' round the kitchen in the refridgerator light - a Spotify playlist by me!

The roaring blaze that once warmed the features of the Gryffindor common room had dwindled down to tiny flecks of orange among the pile of burnt wood over the hours. The moon had risen long ago and yet Regulus found himself still lingering in a common room of a house which he did not belong to.

What had started out as an evening homework date had stretched out into long hours of studying and scribbling out sentences. You had spent a few hours doing good work, but as the night dragged on your head became heavy and so you opted to rest it on his shoulder. Later your eyes began to feel heavy as well, and soon you'd fallen fast asleep on Regulus's shoulder.

It wasn't until you started snoring lightly that he had even noticed, his mind buried in his work. When he'd registered that you were asleep, he smiled to himself. He began slowly setting down his things so that he could lift you, hands on the backs of your thighs so that you could wrap around him like a koala and he could still walk. You stirred at the movement, mumbling a little and lifting your head before Regulus hushed you and patted the back of your head so that it went back to rest in the crook of his neck.

"Mm, whaz going on?" You slurred blearily, your eyes not yet opened.

Regulus kissed your temple. "Nothing, let's get you into bed."

When Regulus entered the dormitory, he scanned the room, finding the sleeping figures of Lily Evans, Mary Macdonald, Dorcas Meadowes and Marlene McKinnon, and an empty bed with your school trunk sitting on the floor at the foot. Regulus lowered your sleeping figure onto the bed. You were hesitant to let go of him, and he had to work a bit to coax you into your bed.

As he finished tucking you in and kissing your forehead, he noticed Lily stirring, and then lifting her head to peer through the dim light sleepily. When she had registered who it was, her eyes widened, suddenly wide awake.

"Regulus?" She whisper-yelled. "What are you doing in here?"

The man in question raised his hands in surrender. "Just putting them in bed, I'm leaving now."

Her shoulders instantly relaxed when she noticed her sleeping friend laying fast asleep. A smile graced her sweet features as she looked back up at him. "They're lucky to have you, Black."

He dipped his head, smiling. "I'm lucky to have them."

When Regulus turned to leave, Lily flopped back onto the mattress, the springs creaking with the movement. After a few silent minutes, she turned over, leaning to look under her own bed and check on the figure lying underneath it. The boy's face was mostly covered by the darkness that the bed's underside provided, but his glasses were glinting a soft white in the light of the moon.

"I don't think he saw me." James whispered, crawling as quietly as he could out from the cramped space.

"I don't think so either."

"Merlin, that was cheesy. I'm so telling Padfoot."

A/n: Just copying some of my old work from Wattpad onto here. It's not the best but I fixed it up some and I think it's cute :)

Regulus Black Masterlist

Harry Potter Masterlist

Main Masterlist

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jaioes · 8 months

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Quick colour of my remus and reggie sketch from yesterday.

His cardigan is very howls moving castle which was unintentional but i want it now lol.

Also to be clear this is platonic moonwater

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gtgbabie0 · 1 month

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Hey I saw your requests were open :)

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

-Regulus Black x reader

{Slow dancing with Regulus black}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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mirclealignr · 2 years

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my angel | r.b

regulus black x gn!reader

requested by @dawnslibrary with the prompt ‘whatever our souls are made of, yours and mine are the same’ — quote prompt list.

warnings; slightly self indulgent, the reader is ticklish at their sides (sorry), hair that fingers can go through, or tangle in is what i said i think. fluff!

word count; 800+

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If there was anything better than waking naturally in the late morning, letting your eyes flutter open slowly to adjust to the sunbeams pouring through the window panes, only to lay eyes upon Regulus’ sound face, then you had not yet had the pleasure of experiencing it. In fact, you were certain that no such feeling could ever be achieved, because nothing could surpass what you had just described.

While the sun caressed your face in the absence of Regulus, you turned to face the man in question. His skin flushed slightly from the warmth of the morning and the heavy fabric of your shared duvet. He was so inviting—nothing you could ever do would lead him to break your trust—but what was important was that you felt it. You weren’t afraid to be unapologetically yourself, to say what was on your heart, or communicate your fears with someone who had proven to be continually thoughtful and understanding no matter the situation.

“Close those curtains,” Regulus grumbled, slowly waking from his peaceful slumber under your watchful eye, “Sun’s waking me up.”

“It’s nearly midday, shouldn’t we be waking up?” You giggled, brushing his curly hair out of his face and behind his ear.

“Certainly not, darling,” he smirked, still having not opened his eyes, and pulled you closer to him so he could bury his face in your neck.

“You can’t hide from the light, especially if I move,” you rolled your eyes and tried to demonstrate, but Regulus kept you firmly in place, “I thought you wanted the curtains closed!”

Regulus let you go reluctantly, replacing your neck with the pillow you’d recently left unattended. With half his face buried in the soft fabric, he saw the shades of the skin over his eyes turn darker, and he knew the curtains were being closed. He dared to open an eye, finally, for only one of them was not pressed into the pillow, and he saw you. You were not trying to look a certain way, walk a certain way or seem particularly appealing, you were comfortable, authentic.

His shirt protected your body, flowed over your curves and dips, faintly, cautiously, touching your skin in the places you could hardly bare his fingertips to grace. Your waist, for instance, a particularly ticklish part of your body you guarded at almost every moment, and yet his own property could get closer to it than him. But at least it was him in some essence.

“Are you watching me?” You asked fondly, turning to catch Regulus staring.

“Admiring.”

You hummed gently, climbing back into bed and slipping your leg in between his, to warm you and hold you. His arms instinctively wrapped around you, a hand resting between your shoulder blades and the other caressing your face. He shut his eyes again, and you felt safe enough to do the same, clinging to that sense of security you once thought fictitious.

“I know you hate these questions-”

“Oh no, mon ange,” Regulus interrupted, clinging to you more tightly.

“But,” you continued, and he groaned, “What if I had never found you? I can guarantee I would never feel as safe as I do when I’m with you, with anyone else. Would I have gone my whole life feeling unsafe, truly? What are the odds that we actually met and fell in love and-”

“I can say, with great certainty," he interrupted your spewing thoughts, "That the odds were very high. Because whatever our souls are made of, yours and mine are the same, we were meant to find each other,” he whispered softly, staring at you with great seriousness, “Stop spending your time wondering what it would be like not having me. You have me, until my last breath. And wherever I’m taken from there, I will search for you even then. I will love you, even then.”

A certain warmth spread over your body as Regulus spoke these words to you, forced you to listen, and understand that every word he uttered was the absolute truth.

“I made it all fucking week,” you laughed, wiping the tears from your eyes, as his words sunk through your skin and buried themselves into your heart, “You ruined my no crying streak.”

Regulus smiled, kissing your forehead, kissing your cheek and trailing to your mouth slowly, pecking your skin along the way until he was met with your plump lips. It felt like more than a kiss—though it was impossibly slow and gentle—it felt like a promise with such depth that you might fall over an invisible ledge and be irrevocably lost to the world, if it weren’t for Regulus being there to catch you. His hand crept up your back and caressed your neck before tangling in your unbrushed hair, while his other hand wiped the tears from your face.

When he finally disconnected your lips, he left your hair to wipe your other cheek from staining tears, and smiled encouragingly, “You’re my little treasure,” Regulus hummed, tucking you under his chin.

“I love you, Reggie,” you sighed contently, grateful the curtains were closed and there was nothing to do but sleep in his arms all day.

“I love you,” he replied, earnestly.

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blackbrothersquotes · 2 years

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Remus: Alright, no more talking about Reggie

James: But you told me to get it out of my system!

Remus: I had no idea how much was in your system!

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ltsokaylove · 3 months

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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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