#regulus fic

[gtgbabie0]

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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[theostrophywife]

la petite mort.

pairing: regulus black x reader.

song inspiration: greedy by tate mcrae.

author's note: you guys, the wonka press tour is going to be the death of me. timothee looks so hot and therefore it gave me extra inspiration to finish this little piece.

Regulus Black was first and foremost a gentleman.

Before you started dating, Regulus was adamant about courting you properly. Your boyfriend was a bit old-fashioned that way, but you absolutely adored it. During your first date, Regulus took you out to the fanciest restaurant in town, opened the door for you, pulled out your chair, and didn’t even blink twice before sliding his card down when the check came. 

Ever since then, Regulus spoiled you rotten. Every day, he walked you to class, carried your bag and books, and even left sweet little notes for you to find throughout the day. In the eyes of the public, Regulus Black was the picture of the perfect gentleman, but in private, your boyfriend was anything but.

There was a dark side to Regulus. A side that you took great delight in awakening. Tonight, you were more determined than ever to push your boyfriend to his limits. 

It was a typical Friday night. You and Regulus were at his dorm for your weekly study date. Except you really weren’t in the mood to study. You were laying on your stomach on his bed, absentmindedly flipping through the potions manual in front of you. The assignment was to translate the text from French, but you hardly had more than a few sentences transcribed on your parchment. You were much too distracted at the moment. 

While the manual failed to capture your attention, Regulus did not. Your boyfriend was sitting across the room reading some obscure tome about dark magic. He leaned over the wooden desk, the sleeves of his shirt rolled just past his elbows, which gave you the perfect view of the veins on his forearms. His green and silver tie hung loosely around his neck, exposing the perfectly kissable column of his throat. 

Unaware of your ogling, Regulus twirled his wand between his fingers as his features pinched in concentration. Those angelic curls grazed his impossibly high cheekbones, drawing your attention to the smattering of freckles across his nose. As he read, Regulus mouthed the words silently, his lips curving around the vowels in the most delicious way. His green eyes burned intensely, illuminated by the warm glow of the lantern beside him. 

Abandoning your assignment, you dragged yourself off of the bed and sidled up behind him. Regulus melted into your touch as you massaged his shoulders. He looked up and the light hit his eyes just right, golden spears bursting through the rich green hues like a kaleidoscope. 

Regulus grabbed your chin and dragged your face down to his, planting a sweet kiss against your lips. You hummed against his mouth, eager to deepen the otherwise chaste kiss. You felt him smile at your enthusiasm before he gently tugged at your hair, forcing you to look at him once again. 

“Did you finish your translations, my love?’ 

You shook your head. “No, I think I need a study break.”

Regulus tutted. “Come show me what you’ve done so far and I’ll tell you if you’ve earned one.”

You pouted. It wasn’t very often that Regulus denied your request. Usually, he bent over backwards just to make you happy, so when he didn’t immediately grant you what you wanted, you couldn’t help but act like an absolute brat. Patience had never been your strong suit and Regulus knew that. 

Your boyfriend watched with an amused smirk as you retrieved your manual and parchment with a little frown on your face. You set the studying materials down on his desk and crossed your arms. 

“Where am I supposed to sit?”

Regulus patted his lap. “Right here is fine, darling.”

He almost chuckled at how quickly your mood brightened after that, but he didn’t want to give himself away. Regulus knew exactly what you wanted and he had every intention of making you work for it. You made yourself right at home on his lap, rubbing your arse against his crotch. He would’ve been embarrassed at how hard he already was underneath you, but Regulus had absolutely no shame when it came to his girl. 

“Why don’t you read what you have so far, mon amour?”

You began by reading the ingredients, which listed the main components of the potion. Those were easy enough to translate given that the terms were quite similar in each language. Regulus urged you to continue and you had no choice but to fumble through the instructions, which you had undoubtedly mucked up after getting distracted by him. 

“Faire chauffer à feu doux,” you said reluctantly.

Regulus shook his head. “Faire chauffer à feu fort,” he corrected in perfect French.

It was rather pathetic how hot and bothered you were over boiling instructions, but you couldn’t stop squirming at how attractive it was to hear your boyfriend speak the language of love. Regulus bid you to continue, which you did rather distractedly. 

You struggled through the next few sentences, pressing your thighs together every time Regulus corrected your pronunciation. “You have to roll your tongue, darling. Like this.” 

After Regulus demonstrated by rolling his tongue and sounding out the word flawlessly, your skin felt so hot that you were surprised you hadn’t burst into flames. As you stuttered over the next few sentences, you felt Regulus shuffle underneath you. He slowly unbuckled his belt and slid off his pants. You stopped mid-sentence when he lifted up your skirt. 

Regulus slapped your thigh so hard that the action made you jerk in his lap. “I didn’t say you could stop. Keep reading, love.”

“Trancher de la racine aux pointes—“ you stammered lamely through the words as his hands roamed underneath your skirt. 

You held your breath as he palmed you through the cotton fabric. Regulus smirked when he felt how wet and needy you were for him. He pulled your panties to the side, not bothering to take them off as he caressed your slit. Coating his index and middle fingers with your arousal, Regulus spread your wetness all along your folds. 

A pathetic little whimper escaped your lips. Regulus grabbed your chin and turned you towards him. “I told you to keep reading,” he growled. “Start that section over and don't stop or I’ll make you regret it. Do you understand, princess?”

With a nod, you continued to decipher the next section. Regulus hummed in approval as he lifted your hips. You gripped the parchment as your boyfriend positioned you over his length before thrusting his cock inside of you without warning. 

You bit your lip to keep your moan in. “What are you doing, Reg?” 

Regulus chuckled darkly. “You didn’t think I’d let you get away with acting like a spoiled fucking brat, did you?” You gasped as he sheathed himself in your warmth, filling you to the hilt and nearly making you squirm with pleasure. “You wanted my cock so I’m giving it to you, but I’m not moving until you finish your assignment.” 

The whine that escaped out of you made him smirk. “Now be a good girl so you can get your reward, yeah?” 

Your boyfriend stayed true to his word. Every time you translated a phrase correctly, Regulus rewarded you with a slow thrust. He grunted as he drove deeper into you, whispering praises of encouragement in your ear. 

“My smart girl,” Regulus declared proudly, littering kisses against your neck. “Keep going, baby. You want more, don’t you?” 

The growing need for him distracted you. When you pronounced a word wrong, Regulus pulled all the way out until only his tip teased along your folds. You whimpered at the loss, loathing the hollow and empty feeling it left you with. 

Regulus grabbed you by the throat. “Salé means savory, sucré is sweet. I’m disappointed. I know you know this, darling. Let’s refresh.” He pressed his lips against yours and you ached to kiss him, but you knew that he wouldn’t be pleased if you did so without permission. “Say it with me. Salé.” 

You swallowed thickly as he spoke the words against your mouth. The smooth way that the word rolled off of his tongue made you clench around him. Regulus smirked as you repeated the word, slightly stuttering while you struggled to stay still. 

“Salé.” 

“Does it turn you on when I speak French, mon amour?” You nodded silently, not trusting yourself with words at the moment. “I know it does, gorgeous girl. I can tell by the way your pretty little pussy is clenching around my cock. Poor thing, you must be aching to be fucked, aren’t you?” 

Tears pricked at your eyes. You wanted him so badly that it actually hurt. Regulus wiped the errant tear away with his thumb. “One more, darling. Surely you can manage.” He tilted your chin up and spoke the last word against your lips. “Sucré.”

“Sucré,” you repeated obediently.

“What does it mean?” 

“Sweet.” 

“Just like you, pretty girl.” Regulus kissed your cheek. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Now you can have your study break.” 

You sighed in relief when Regulus finally kissed you. The chaste kiss from earlier was gone. Instead, he claimed your mouth with his tongue, leaving open mouthed kisses that had you tugging at his curls for more. He smiled as you grinded into him, making him grunt in pleasure as you lowered onto his length.

“So eager, aren’t we? Where do you want me, mon amour? Here or on the bed?”

“Neither,” you gasped into his mouth before glancing at the desk behind you. 

He chuckled when he realized what you meant. “Is this what you were thinking about, love? Couldn’t focus on your work because you were imagining me bending you over that desk?” 

You nodded. “Yes,” you breathed. “Please, Reg. I need you so bad.” 

“Fuck, you’re so pretty when you beg.” Regulus shifted and patted your thigh. “Come on, darling. Bend over for me. Let me fuck you on this desk until you cry.” 

Regulus watched with lust blown eyes as you bent over the wooden desk. He flipped your skirt up and palmed your ass, the cold bite of his rings sending shivers down your spine. You bit your lip as Regulus loosened his tie. He smirked as he slid it off his neck. 

“Put your arms behind your back, mon cœur.” 

You eagerly obeyed his command. Regulus pinned your wrists together and bound you with his tie. Pressing your cheek against the wood, he stripped you of your shirt and kissed along your spine. Regulus leaned over and slipped a hand underneath your lacy bra, squeezing your tits as he positioned himself behind you. His other hand guided his cock at your entrance. Regulus slipped in slowly, giving you inch after delicious inch. 

“Merde,” Regulus cursed. “You feel so fucking good, princess.” 

Once he started moving, you were reduced to a blubbering mess. Regulus was relentless as he fucked you from behind, his fingers digging into your hips while he drove in and out of you. The parchment and quills that were neatly laid out on his desk clattered to the ground with every slam of his hips. The desk rattled against the wall while he fucked you into oblivion. 

You pressed your cheek against the wood, the sound of your moans bouncing off the walls while you begged for more. “Baise-moi fort, Regulus.” 

Regulus hissed, thrusting into you with force just like you asked. The line between pain and pleasure blurred. Warm tears coated your cheeks as he pushed your body to the limit. Regulus pulled your hair and tugged him towards you for a sloppy kiss. Your legs shook underneath you as he slapped your ass. You could feel the imprint of his rings brand itself into your skin. He timed his thrusts with each smack, making you wetter and wetter by the second. 

He brushed your hair back, kissing your cheek. Regulus placed his hand on your stomach and pressed down just as he rutted into you. “Feel that, princess? This is what I think about all day. Burying myself so deep inside you that you can’t even form words.” You babbled in response, whatever words you were trying to form came out entirely incoherent. “Have I fucked you dumb, darling? You should know better than to ask me to fuck you harder. You know I have no control when it comes to you, Y/N.” 

You cried as he slammed into you. “S’too much, Reggie. I—I can’t take anymore—“

Regulus only laughed. “That’s too fucking bad, princess. You begged like a whore, so you get fucked like one too.” He licked a stripe against your neck before leaving love bites on every surface of your skin. 

There was nothing your boyfriend loved more than claiming your body like this. He smiled as you whimpered, knowing that you’d be marked and bruised for days to come. Though your cheeks were stained with tears, Regulus knew you could take more. Your body told him everything he needed to know. The way you fluttered around him indicated that you were close. He was definitely pushing your limit, but Regulus had a habit of coaxing you out of your comfort zone to provide the most mind-blowing orgasms that you’ve ever experienced. 

“Cum for me, mon amour.” 

White hot heat surged through your veins. You moaned his name while the orgasm crested like a wave, washing over your body like a biblical flood. For a second, it felt like your soul had left your body entirely. The phrase la petite mort flashed in your mind. The little death, the French called it. 

Just when you thought that the high was finally leveling out, Regulus picked you up and placed you on the desk. He untied your wrists before kneeling between your legs. Regulus smirked as he kissed along the inside of your thighs. Those pretty eyes flashed with mischief as he bit into your flesh. 

“Hang on, pretty girl. I’m not done with you yet.” 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Regulus lapped up your arousal. He kissed and sucked at your wet cunt like they were hauling him off to Azkaban at any given moment. Your boyfriend grunted when you tugged at his luscious curls, utterly turned on by your roughness. When Regulus looked up at you through thick, dark lashes with his mouth dripping with your cum, you couldn’t help but shiver at the sight. 

You loved seeing Regulus like this. You loved knowing that only you could awaken this dark and dangerous side of him. 

“Oh god, Reg,” you keened, arching against his mouth. “Fuck, I love you.” 

Regulus hummed in approval, spelling out his initials against your folds. The curve of R.A.B. branded itself into your core in the most erotic way possible. The message was clear. You belonged to Regulus and Regulus alone. 

As he worked, Regulus pumped himself between his fingers. You could feel him edging towards release just as a second orgasm washed over you. Regulus looked up when you tugged at his hair. 

“Don’t cum yet, baby,” you said hoarsely. “Not until you’re inside me again.” 

“Mon dieu, you kill me when you say things like that.” Regulus hissed as he wrapped your legs around his waist. The groan that escaped his lips as he slipped inside of you again was downright vulgar. “My filthy fucking girl. I love being inside of you.”

You whimpered in response, bringing him closer as he pounded into you again and again. “I love when you fill me up, Reg. You’re the only one who can make me feel like this. You’re the only one who can fuck me like I need. Gods, you’re perfect.” 

“You feel so fucking good,” Regulus whispered against your lips. “Gods, I’m so close.”

“I know, Reggie. I know.” You kissed him, sighing as you canted your hips to match his rhythm. “I want to feel you cum inside of me, pretty boy.” 

Regulus grunted, his thrusts growing sloppy and desperate. Your words sent him over the edge and he came with a gasp, biting into your shoulder to keep himself from waking up the dungeons. You held him as the orgasm seized his body, whispering sweet nothings into his ear and following the praise with adoring kisses. 

Your heart warmed as he gazed lovingly up at you. He pulled out slowly, peppering kisses all over your face but never taking his eyes off of you. The way Regulus looked at you made you feel like you were the only girl in the world. 

“Reg?” you murmured. 

“Yes, my love?” 

“I think I like studying after all.” Regulus chuckled against your skin, his curls tickling your neck. “You’re excellent at inspiring motivation.” 

“Anything for you, mon amour. I was a goner the second you called me pretty boy.” 

“Is that so?” You teased, kissing the tip of his nose. “Well, you are, you know. You’re my pretty boy.” 

“Don’t say that unless you’re ready for another round.” 

“I’m always ready for you, Reggie. I can’t get enough.”

Regulus picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bed. “Je t'aime de tout mon cœur, my cheeky girl.”

“I love you too, Regulus Arcturus Black.” You smiled and kissed his temple. “With all my heart.”

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[masivechaos]

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.

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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.

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“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.

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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.

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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.

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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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[curtsycream]

She’s Her

Regulus Black x Reader

Just a fleeting idea of Regulus ending up with a very confident woman that knows what she wants and what she wants is him. He deserves the love and she’s willing to give it all and more

He knew what was going to happen the second he got himself involved with her. But he couldn’t help it she was more than worth the consequences. His idea of reality was always warped by the look in her foxy eyes and the slight rasp in her breathy voice.

Licking his lips he runs his fingers through his hair trying to regain his bearings. There she sat in his chair reading the newspaper, his newspaper. “How did you get in?”

The confidence he wanted to emit was nothing more than a whisper. Caught in his throat as the newspaper was lowered to reveal her intoxicating stare. A stare that made him take a step forward as if she was luring him in.

Shaking his head he points at her, “no! Why do you always do this to me?”

Listening to the crack in his voice and the pleading look in his eyes she smiled coyly. “What do you mean, baby?”

She knew exactly what she was doing as she purred out her question. Her sultry expression made him look away quickly, “that!”

“Oh darling, I don’t think I know what you mean.”

“The way you look at me! How you speak to me! The way you make me feel,” he finally admitted. She laughed standing from the chair as she walked towards him. Her movements were slow and calculated as she rested a hand on his chest.

“That’s called love if I’m not mistaken,” she whispers looking up at him with a grin.

“Yeah? And how do you know it’s not infatuation or lust?”

“Easy..” she says as she pulls him down by his tie to be eye level. “Only a man in love would drop everything to make sure the woman they love are okay. You’re sick with love and the only cure is…”

Furrowing his eyebrows he looks into her eyes, “is?”

She let go of his tie before shrugging as she walked past him, “is nothing Black…you’re stuck with me forever and ever Reggie.”

He watched her leave his living room as she walked up the stairs, “where are you going?”

“Upstairs, I’m hoping you’d join me. I know you will, you always do,” she told him as she disappeared upstairs.

Crossing his arms he stands there for a moment, “I’m not…I’m not following..” he said to himself. “Pfft…who does she..” his eyes trailed back towards the stairs. He stood there for a few seconds before running up the stairs, “I wanted to come up here. Not because of you but because I wanted to.”

“Whatever you say Reggie,” she called out listening to him rush down the hall to his bedroom. Opening her arms wide she laughed as he got into bed just to end up in her arms. A place he found himself more than he’d like to admit.

“Maybe you’re a little right,” he uttered.

“Only a little?” She mused.

“Maybe…maybe often,” he was hesitant but he knew that this was something he couldn’t live without. He never knew how much a person could love until he found himself in her arms.

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[queerpumpkinnn]

Sleepy

0.5k words

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!

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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 :)

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[justclaysworld]

writing a story is almost going to sleep but then grabbing your phone b/c you thought of something really cool that you wanted to put in the new chapter, times five

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[rabslocket]

“You’re an excellent artist, reggie.”

Regulus glances at remus, surprised to see the gryffindor leafing through the few filled journals he must have left on james’ bed. He knows he shouldn’t be ashamed, but his poetry is precious to him, and the mere thought that remus had been leafing through it makes him feel violated. He’s afraid remus will laugh at him; tell him how ridiculous his little love-notes are. He frowns, snatching the book out of the werewolf’s hands and cradling it close to his chest as if it were something precious. And to regulus, it was. To him, it was everything. “Why were you looking at that?” he snaps, and if it were possible to hide his journals inside of himself, he would. He could feel frustration building up, and it takes all he has not to snap at remus. “You know, some of us have things we’d rather keep to ourselves.”

Remus looks stricken, reaching for regulus as if he’s a wounded child. “Regulus, I wasn’t-”

“I’m aware my talent doesn’t lie in writing, but it’s always been an escape to me. It’s- well, it’s taken me out of my head when i need that most, and i’d rather you not go and trample on my dreams because-” “Regulus,” remus’ voice is soft, and this time, he places a gentle hand on the younger slytherin’s shoulder. “I was only going to tell you that i think your writing is fantastic.” That startles regulus, for he looks to remus with wide eyes. “You mean that?” “Of course i do,” remus assures him, placing a hand on the protected journal. “I know what it’s like to need an escape more than anyone else, and i think yours is beautiful. If you’re not opposed, i believe you could go far with your poetry. You’re an artist, reggie.” And no matter how hard he tries to hide it, there’s no stopping the smile that makes it’s way onto the young writer’s face. 

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[moonypdfootprongsimp]

Sooo lately I’ve been seeing pics of Reggie as a kitten, and it kinda has become an obsession, can anyone give me recs? Pleaseeee

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[sirisuorionblack]

Hello!! I’ve recently been reading some of your writing and I have to say I am absolutely in love with it! I’ve never requested anything here yet so let me know (I know I’m an anon but I should see if you reply) if I did anything wrong so I can fix it next time! P.s sorry if this is not specific enough or too specific!

Request: Regulus black x reader with an arranged marriage, academic enemies to lovers where they were always competing for the top mark in school, but now their parents decided it would be beneficial to join the family’s. Basically, readers mental health isn’t doing to well a month into the marriage because they don’t speak a lot. Regulus notices and tries to help and yeah ig they adventually realize they’ve cared about eachother the whole time and it has a bit of hurt/comfort and fluff!! (Totally disregard this is you don’t want to write it or if it makes no sense, no pressure. Also sorry this is so long)

Thx <3

Coward

Regulus Black x Wife!reader

Summary - You who held onto an academic feud with Regulus become his wife and despite everything he felt himself fall for your rare smiles.

Warnings - mentions of skipping food, knife and arranged marriage, and ye!

A/N Ahhhh! This took me soo long and I'm so sorry but yes! I kinda like this one and ye...Thank you soo much!!! And have a great day/night! 💖💖

The moment Regulus stepped into the Potions classroom, he knew something was different. Professor Slughorn stood in the middle of the dimly lit classroom, his hands clasped before him and his face flushed with excitement. In his hand was a scroll of parchment that he kept glancing at when Regulus knocked on the door. 

“Ah, Mr Black, come in!” Professor Slughorn said, the grin on his face growing wider if there even was a possibility for such a thing. It should not have frustrated Regulus but it did. Quite excruciatingly. A tingling sense filled his heart. 

At the end of every month, the Potions Professor would announce the top of his class for that month after severe scrutinising because they were, after all, the seventh year students with barely three months left. Regulus had always been at the top of the list but never the first and it infuriated beyond what was deemed right. 

“I know this is something we’ve all been looking forward to,” Professor Slughorn said, bouncing on his heels. “So, let's begin!” 

Regulus barely listened to the Professor's dear names. Instead, his eyes searched for you. The two of you had a well-established feud that ran deeper than the lines of the Black family. Your mere names infuriated the other, triggering the sense of loss that you must not feel as the heir to the two of the noblest houses. Then why were his eyes searching the classroom for your smug face? He knew he would not be at the top of that list this month and it paved an easier path, if that was even necessary, for you. 

“And the second in this wonderful batch of students is, of course, Mr Black!” Professor Slughorn grinned at him and he smiled back, politely just the way the tutors his mother had arranged for him had taught. He knew the results. 

“I’d expect an improvement from you, Mr Black.” Professor Slughorn nodded at him. 

“Yes, sir,” Regulus said, his voice sounding raspy to himself. 

Thankfully, the Potions’ professor had not dwelled deep into this topic and moved to another equally infuriating point. 

“The top of our class, as had been for over three months now, is Ms (L/N)!” Professor Slughorn’s eyes fell on the empty seat you had always sat at. A column after Regulus’. Always focused on your textbook and writing wicked annotations. 

“Oh? Where is our topper?” Slughorn’s eyes wandered the class, dismissing all the students as if they were nothing more than dust in his perfect trophy. It hurt Regulus’ Black ego. 

“I’ve heard she was seen with a letter from her mother this morning,” Regulus heard a girl murmur behind him. Sharing gossip was usual and something he never engaged in but this one was particularly intriguing. Letters from parents were celebrated amongst the muggle-borns and for the purebloods, unless they’ve been particularly exceptional, it meant disappointment, weeks of sleepless nights and loss of appetite. But your parents had nothing to be disappointed for. You were infuriatingly perfect. 

“She was crying in her dorm this morning.” Regulus could almost hear her smirk. “Serves her just right.”

Yes, Regulus almost hated you as much as anything but he would never wish for you to be berated by your parents. At least you could have the glory you snatched, rightfully, from him. His heart drummed rapidly against his chest. He hated the feeling of not knowing and even worse the instincts that screamed at him. 

When a letter arrived that noon in the great hall, sealed with the stamp of the Black family, he knew exactly what was wrong. 

His hands shivered as he gently pried open the seal and he could hear his brother’s scoff. He would be sniggering with his atrocious friends about just how right he was. Yet, it took everything in Regulus to not just burn the letter and run to shelter with his brother but that boy was a traitor. Sirius had betrayed him the moment he had dismissed Regulus’ pleads and stepped out of this house like a selfish coward. And Regulus was just the same. A coward. 

The letter read:

Dear Son, 

    An engagement has been planned for you and dear Ms (Y/N) (L/N), who I suppose you’ve already met. We will have a more formal occasion announcing the marriage to the Wizarding world within a month and when you graduate from Hogwarts, you shall be married. 

Regulus glared at his mother’s signature. How could she do it so easily? Ruin the entire course of his life with a single letter of hers? She is truly magical. He thought, bitterly. He was engaged and there was not a thing he could do. A letter addressed neatly to his mother would just be strewn across her study after the first word of it. Or maybe his father would use it as a rough sheet. 

The worse part of it was out of all the people, he was engaged to you. You who hated his mere existence. You who bickered with him like it was the only thing you could do to live. You who he envied will be his wife. The word and the thought rooted a sense of discomfort deep in his heart.

Regulus excused himself from the prying eye of the Great Hall and rushed to the solitude of the library. Never had the comforting journey to his safe place felt as though he was walking on fire but this time all he could think of was the engagement and the possibilities that he could evade it. But he was a coward, he could do nothing. 

The secluded corner of the library, hidden behind massive bookshelves on either side, was currently inhabited. You sat curled on a comfortable chair - his chair - with a book clutched in your hands, against your chest. Had it been a regular instance Regulus would have politely asked you to leave him alone and asserted dominance over this beautiful place, but he saw the way your eyes simply stared at the text and he knew that all too well to ignore. 

“Hey,” He rasped, trying to maintain a civil composure. If his brother had taught him one thing, it was how recklessness and rashness never posed a desirable solution. Yet, now, he wished he could somehow drain it out of his mind. 

You sighed. “I really don't want to see you at the moment.”

Regulus scoffed, slowly pulling another seat to sit before you, leaving a hair space between your knees. “I suppose you’ve gotten the letter?”

“Yesterday.” You scowled, your eyes focusing back on the book. It was a sign that you wanted nothing to do with him. 

But Regulus pressed on, feeling horrible. “What are you going to do?”

“What can I do, Black?” You asked and he felt as helpless as he had never before. It wasn't like the way you usually challenged his questions but much more desperate, as though you were leading to him for a solution. 

He shook his head and stood up, looking everywhere but you. “I don't know.” And like the coward he was, he ran to his dorm.

The next few months passed in a blur. Regulus’ mother had not even thought it would be appropriate for the two of you to be present at the announcement ceremony. Instead, he was locked up to wallow in self-pity with the excuse of rigorous preparations for the final exams. Regulus barely paid attention to them but you did. Every time he saw you, you were poured over a book, jotting down notes or annotating points. He envied the sense of peace you seemed to radiate. He envied your calmness which in turn made him wonder if anyone could see him twitching. Yet, he spoke nothing to you.

Betrothed. You were his betrothed. His future wife and Regulus couldn't stand the sight of you. He did not know if it was the hollow look in your eyes or the way he had found a ring of yours abandoned in the common room. He had seen that ring in your hand several times when he had to sit beside you during classes. He pocketed the gleaming silver ring. 

There was nothing he could do. There was nothing you could do. Only nod to the words of your parents and allow them to snatch your lives and fiddle with them as they please. To carve the perfect heirs to the Black fortune, to have someone follow the wretched path their ancestors paved and Regulus could do nothing about it albeit the overwhelming desire to go for extreme measures. He wouldn't. The power of the Black family at his disposal could shape the views of the Wizarding world entirely different. Perhaps, he grew to become what his mother wanted him to be but there would always be a bit of the rebel his brother rubbed off on him. 

The last exam - Potions - was everything he has ever dreaded. Regulus would return to Grimmauld Place and within a few weeks, would be married to the girl who he had never been much fond of. He would be married. 

And he was. He barely knew the blur of all the things that happened. Regulus nodded to his mother’s words and obeyed her commands like a dutiful son tied with noble threads that his mother tugged at to make him play at her wishes. A day. That was all it took to tumble his life upside down. 

The night of his wedding day, he finally had the opportunity to meet you alone in the confines of his room. 

“Are you alright?” It was a stupid thing to ask someone who was forced to marry you but Regulus did it anyway. He wanted to speak to you. To distract himself from all the horrors his mother could do if you were a bit out of line. Not that he had anything to worry about. You were perfect. 

Regulus could see you clench your jaw before giving a curt nod, your fingers hovering over the pins clasped against your hair. He took a moment to admire you as you stood before the vast mirror, enough to show you both as he stood well over an arm away. You still wore your sparkling white gown and several gleaming diamond jewellery, a testimony to the wealth your family owned. Strands of your hair fell to your collar bone and tucked behind your ears and to him, that was the only real part of you. Your empty eyes, deeply coloured cheeks and bright red lips were nothing that was you. 

“You might have to take those out,” He said, hoping his voice would sound soft. 

You nodded. Your hovering hand pulled out the pins harshly and he wanted nothing more than to slap your hand away and do the work himself. 

“Gentle, dear wife,” he shook his head and walked to the single bed in his room. His mother had been courteous enough to set a rather massive one but she was also clever enough to have exactly one blanket and two pillows. He could summon Kreacher to fetch him more, but he wondered if he would be able to find them. Regulus would have to take care of it the next day. 

“I’ll take the floor,” You said, snatching the pillow and throwing it on the floor. “Don't bother arguing, Black. I doubt you’d be able to sleep in that clothes here.”

“Are you not changing?” Regulus asked, presumably looking horrified.

“I don't have spare clothes,” You mumble already settling to the ground after pulling the blanket from the bed, and wrapping it around your shoulders. 

Regulus knew that was thoroughly unhealthy and something he probably must not entertain for your well being - which he reminded himself that he did not care and you were old enough to take care of yourself. Yet, the sleep in your eyes pulled him away from towering over you. 

He shrugged off his own clothes and pulled one of his brother’s shirts over his cold vest. From the dullness of his closet, he managed to wrench out one of the shirts that were far too small for him and tight trousers. He placed them beside you, along with a glass of water and listened to the steady rhythm of your snores. How could you sleep so peacefully when his nights are plagued with monsters and havoc? He, a senseless coward, envied your peaceful heart. 

Days seemed to be running away from him and before Regulus knew he had attended several grand banquets and feasts with you as the newly married couple, he had smiled and nodded to his mother’s words and held your hand delicately. They were always warm and only when you wrenched your hand away from his would he realise the cold of his hand. 

You barely spoke to him, never sparing a glance longer than what his mother wanted as though you had no strength to look up at him. It worried him. Both that your usual annoyingly charismatic aura was slipping away and that he did not find the same for himself. In fact, he felt quite normal. This was nothing new. Ever since his brother had run away Regulus had had to attend even more gatherings so his mother could flaunt her reason for the disappearance of her eldest son. 

“You barely ate anything,” Regulus said, closing the door to his room behind him. It was not a question but he still excepted answers.

“I didn't feel it.” You gave a small shrug and disappeared behind the curtains to change out of your grand gowns. 

“You shouldn't eat because you feel it, you need to eat because that's what is good for your body,” He said, sounding stupid to his own ears, like a child giving advice. Perhaps, that's why he hated it. 

“Says you,” he could hear you mumble. “I saw you skip food for straight a week in our sixth year.”

“Why-” Regulus cleared his throat. “How did you see that?”

You stayed silent for a moment. “I’m a better observer than you, Black.”

“Well, I suppose I’ve learnt a bit from the expert,” Regulus muttered, and sat gingerly on his bed, his hands still wrenched into his pockets. 

Neither of you spoke anything that night. You lay on the bed and he was on the cold floor with a blanket wrapped around his shoulder as he stared at the ceiling. What was happening to him? Why did he feel as though even a single drop of your mood affected his entire existence? Why are you so silent and hostile? He only knew the answer to the last and the answers to the before questions simply terrified him. 

Regulus kept reminding himself that he was worried purely because you were a liability in his hand and he mustn't even worry about you, you were strong and perfect. But he couldn't deny that he noticed little cracks and fractures in your perfection. Yes, you were strong in academics but one of his late-night thoughts wondered what made you so rigorous in your studies. Yes, you were perfect but he realised his eyes were faulty to miss the cracks and paint perfection when you were so beautifully imperfect.

He realised maybe your heart was not peaceful, maybe he was no senseless coward. Maybe, he didn't envy you. 

“We have nothing to do today,” Regulus said, the following day as he entered his room with an apple and newspaper. You were, finally, awake, and sat with your back against the headboard. With the glory of his blanket wrapped around your shoulder, a lazy scowl hinting at your lips in the cosy hue of the sunlight, you looked beautiful. How? Regulus couldn't quite place it but you were like the stars he had sneaked out to see glittering in the sky. Beautiful and tragic. 

“Great?” You mumbled, hoarsely, rubbing your eyes.

“So, I was wondering if you’d want to do something fun?” Regulus asked, sitting at the foot of the bed and tossed you the apple. “Eat it. I know you won't eat breakfast.” 

Your cheeks flushed as you hugged the apple to your chest. “Shut up.”

“There is a library upstairs, when you get ready we will go up, yes?”

You hummed. 

“My brother and I used to come here,” Regulus said, the huge dusty curtain falling at his feet with a flick of his wand. “There are so many books about astronomy and potions. A bit fantasy too.”

“Really?” Regulus didn't miss the glint in your eyes. He knew you loved astronomy and potions, the two subjects you always managed to beat him in. 

“Yes.” He held out his hand, gesturing you to enter the tiny room hidden beneath the massive curtain, tucked in a seclusion of the grand library. 

Inside, the walls were painted deep brown with dust forming a thin layer and lamps flickered to light with another flick of his wand. Tall shelves lined either side, filled with neatly arranged books. The room held too much that weighed him down. It reminded him of his brother and uncle. Two traitors that he mustn't love. He dreaded this place. He spent the entire night in there.

Soon, you and Regulus fell into the same rhythm that he had followed once upon a time. In the late nights, you’d sneak out of your room to the library, and if neither of you was exhausted and the sun still hid deep beneath the black sky, you’d find yourselves staring at the brilliant glittering sky. 

Regulus could see the shift in your mood, and the littered books were a testimony to the wonder of knowledge. Oftentimes, when Regulus had come to your room, instead of finding you staring solemnly at the dull walls of your confinement, he would find you sitting with a book in your hand, a small smile on your face. That smile was like an arrow that wrenched into his heart and made it seem as though it would burst out of his chest any second. It terrified him, even more, to know that he loved it. He loved that feeling. He loved your smile. He loved your touch. He loved the way your eyes twinkled with life as you watched the stars at night. He loved you. 

The thought terrified him enough to make him withdraw from you for a while but he was stupid to think that he could survive a day without your smile to fuel him and like a coward, he slid back to your wondrous routine.

That glorious night, the library was in complete silence spare the music of crickets, and your cosy seclusion was brimming with light. You sat at one corner of the tiny space, a fantasy novel in your hand while Regulus sat at the opposite end, supposedly reading whatever he had grabbed at first sight. He was just staring and he couldn't look away. 

“Has your dear mother not taught you that staring is rude?” You asked, your eyes trained on your book as you flipped a page. You were still on the left side. 

“No, but she's taught me to not skip a page while reading,” He said, smirking as he crossed his legs, leaning back on the comfortable armchair. 

“Well, she hasn't taught you enough, I suppose.”

“That is an expert level for even the greatest of observers.”

“What can I say? You are being rather annoying at the moment.”

“I've barely done anything.” Regulus laughed, placing the book down and dragging his chair before you as he had done all those months ago. A distant speck of memory. 

“Exactly. You are in a library, dear husband, which is supposed to be a place where you must read,” You said and his mind focused on just two words. Dear husband. The thought that he was already married to you never sank in. 

“Tell me now: What else do you do in a library?” Regulus asked, and he felt his voice drop lower. 

“I don't know,” You breathed, your book falling limp on your lap. 

“You admire beautiful creations.” To even him, Regulus sounded strange. A mirror that would reflect something he could have been, something that was so alike to his brother. 

Yet, your cheeks flushed and your eyes averted from his. “What is wrong with you today?” You asked, fiddling with your fingers. If Regulus had seen you like this almost a year ago, he would have been thrumming with complacence. 

“I don't know. I suppose I've come to a realisation.” He smiled. 

Your eyes darted around the room before you sighed and looked at him. “What did you realise?”

The one question that regulus’ mind held a firm answer to is: Was he truly in love with you? And the answer was yes. It mustn't terrify him, you were his wife, after all, but he found his fear lurked around the same path. What if it was just a pretence his cruel mind wanted for survival? That thought alone disgusted him. You were not a distraction or even a lifeguard, you were you, a simple beautiful girl who could magic his day to fill with happiness. 

“I-” He took a deep breath and held your hand, twisting your obnoxious wedding ring. “I realised that you were something different to me. I realised that you were not just a liability in my hands. I realised that…that I love you.” 

You leaned closer to him, your knees finally pressed against his. “And what did that realisation make you feel?” 

“Happiness. I feel so happy to love you. It terrified me, yes, but I love it.” 

Your lips were mere inches away from his. “You break me, my darling.” You pressed your lips against his and Regulus lost all senses.

A coward he was. A senseless, foolish coward but Regulus would do that for you and in return he would just wish for your smile to never vanish. 

He slipped a gleaming silver ring onto your finger.

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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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[masivechaos]

INFIRMARY

regulus black x gn! potter! reader

Request: yes / no

see the request here!

Synopsis: You had enough of hiding from James your relationship and apparently, elements help you

Warning/content: hurt/comfort a little, kissing, my English

a.n.: 3k words- i hate this one won't be mad if you let it flop (jk reblogs are appreciated)

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You looked left and right, taking a small and quiet step on the wooden floor, wincing as you hoped it wouldn’t crack under your foot. You took sight of the common room, you were alone.

A sigh of relief passed your lips. You took some more confident steps and finally made it to the corridor. Your wand in one hand, a gift in the other, you made your way to the Slytherin common room without appealing Filch or his crazy cat.

You waited in a corner for Regulus to come to get you. Your lips automatically tugged up when you saw his raven hair stepping out of the room. His stare scanned the space before landing on you.

His pace grew faster as he walked to you, he looked around before grabbing your hand that was before holding the wand, which was now in your front pocket, and kissing it softly “Hi, darling”

Your cheeks could only heat up at the simple gesture “Hi, Reggie” he smiled at you and if you ever doubt you loved him, you were sure now. He was so perfect.

He didn’t go off your hand as he dragged you to his dorm, passing by the common room where the only present people were Barty and Evan, who knew about you and kept it a secret and send you a teasing look that Regulus royally ignored, and a random bloke asleep on his homework.

When you were alone, Regulus looked down at the gift you had kept in your grip “What’s this?” he asked confused as you both sat on his bed. That was the good thing about Salazard’s selfishness, every student had their own bedroom and bathroom.

You playfully raised your eyebrows “I don’t know. Open it” you bit your bottom lip, excited to see his reaction.

Regulus tore the paper away and saw what you had given him. “That’s our photos?” he looked at you with a shy smile and you nodded.

“Yes! You asked for them so” you trailed off the last syllable. You and Regulus loved to take pictures together with your muggle camera a friend offered you for your birthday. And you had kept most of them but decided to give them so you could hang them on his wall.

Regulus’ eyebrows knitted together “On my walls?” and you hummed. Your respective brothers didn’t know about your relationship and it was better like this. One would cry and the other would cry because his best friend is crying.

But considering Sirius never came to his brother’s room, you could allow yourself to spread some clues, right? Because James often came to your dorm since he loved to tell you about his attempts to get Lily.

You took a photograph between your fingers, you were both kissing under the snow on it, grabbed a roll of tape in his nightstand drawer and stood on his bed. You cut pieces of it that you stuck behind the photo after making a loop with each one of them and pressed the picture on the wall before releasing it, making sure it stuck well.

“Tadaaa” you said as you proudly show the picture to Regulus. He chuckled and stood up next to you “I think we look pretty good” you said as he looped his arms around your shoulders to keep you close.

He smiled at you softly “We do” he kissed your temple gently and you both spent the rest of the night hanging pictures on his wall.

When you were done you let yourself fall on the bed and Regulus joined you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hid his face in your neck. You didn’t even need words to understand each other. You just hugged him back, gentle but tight and fell asleep.

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You groaned as you woke up to the sound of the alarm, it was way too early. It was one of the inconveniences to have a secret relationship, you had to sneak back to the common room before anyone would be awake.

Regulus moved a bit when you got out of bed “Sorry.” you apologized before kissing his forehead. “I have to go” he sat up, watching you dressing up. You walked back to the bed to give him a final kiss and left the dorm.

You headed to the Gryffindor common room as carefully as the night before. But unless the last time, it wasn’t empty.

You had the nice surprise to find your brother standing there, in his quidditch robes. You closed your eyes if you can’t see him, he can’t see you, right? “What are you doing here?” fuck.

When you opened your eyes you found a confused James standing in front of you. “What are you doing here?” you asked back. You winced, that was such a stupid question, he was in his quidditch clothing.

James raised his eyebrow “Practice?” you let out a sigh “Oh well, good practice” you tried to walk to your dorm but he stopped you “You didn’t answer my question”

You took a deep breath as you turned to him “I spent the night in the infirmary” was the only excuse you thought about.

James’ face fell “Oh. Are you okay?” he asked concerned and you felt a little guilty he was worrying about something fake. But you quickly nodded and rushed to your room, wanting this discussion to finish as fast as possible and wishing James will about it.

But unfortunately, he didn’t. After his practice, when he found his friends he didn’t miss telling them about the incident “I hope Y/n’s fine” he said as he plopped down on the couch next to Peter.

The latter raised an eyebrow as he took a bite of Moony’s chocolate he wasn’t supposed to eat “What happened?” Sirius and Remus turned their head, interested to know.

“Saw them coming back in the common this morning. Said they spent the night in the infirmary” Remus’ eyes widened as he choked on his own saliva “Infirmary?” he said with amusement.

Remus was the only one, with Evan and Barty, to know about you and Regulus. Since he was surprisingly good friends with Sirius’ little brother and happened to walk into the both of you making out he promised not to say anything to his friends with this mischievous smile of his on his face.

So of course he knew you didn’t say the truth to James and he knew his friend was totally oblivious and therefore didn’t understand you lied.

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And James was so oblivious that he didn’t even catch you when you were studying with Regulus.

You were sitting next to your boyfriend in the library, in appearance, you could be considered friends but you still looked close. And James only had confusion painted over his face and walked to the both of you, encouraged by Sirius to do it.

“Why are you both together?” your eyes widened, you weren’t supposed to see them now, they normally didn’t have a free period now.

You swallow “We’ve been assigned together for a potion project” you felt Remus’ gaze on you he peeked at your papers, it wasn’t potion at all. You turned your head to look at him. He was clearly amused by the situation, with his small smile. You shot him a glare that could say ‘don’t you dare to say anything’ to which Remus nodded, still laughing at the situation.

James, Peter and Sirius, who was still a little suspicious, were fast to go but Remus stayed a little longer.

“Spent the night in the infirmary” he quoted with a laugh. You rolled your eyes “I panicked!” you said with a sigh as you slammed your head against the table stronger than you wanted, you whined, exasperated.

Remus smiled at the both of you like a proud father “I still don’t know how they didn’t figure it out yet” Regulus rested a reassuring hand on your shoulder and you groaned at the older boy's intervention.

You were sick of hiding your relationship, to be honest. You wanted to be able to hold his hand in the corridors, to have a date at Madame Puddifoots like every other young couple. But you didn’t know your respective brothers would react yet, you wanted to be sure before telling them.

And Remus knew that and he knew how his friends could be stubborn and hot-heated “I’ll cover you since you apparently are bolder now” he sent you a smirk and left the room.

You let out a long sigh, Regulus touch his knee with yours before resting his hand on your thigh. You looked down and smiled sadly, he knew what you were thinking about. And he was feeling the same, secret relationships could suck.

Your heart tightened, why was it so complicated? At first, it was exciting to be hiding but after months it was just constraining. Your chair moved as you got up, your eyes darted into the library, making sure no one was looking and you leaned in, your lips meeting Regulus’s forehead for a second.

He grabbed your fingers before you walked out of the room, he wanted to find a way to cheer you up. He dug into every space in his mind and found an idea.

When he stepped into his dorm, he rushed to his desk. He wasn’t the best with words but if he ever talked it was sincere and spontaneous and pure, he took a quill in his hand and started to write.

After some minutes, the letter was done. He wanted to make you feel better but he felt like some words weren’t enough so he planned a date.

The next day, he sat next to you during charms and slipped the letter in your bag carefully. He then caught your attention but kicking his foot against yours, your eyebrows knitted together in confusion and you saw a little piece of paper on your desk.

You took it carefully between your fingers ‘Date with me, darling?’ you smiled to yourself as you nodded, obviously you wanted to go out with him. After the class, you waited that everyone leave the room to talk to him.

Regulus looked up at you as you sat on the desk “What do you have planned for me?” you asked with a smug face, he let out a quiet chuckle “Follow me” you liked this more teasing part of Regulus, a part only you could see.

You followed him, asking him where you were going but he refused to tell you. When you finally reached the black lake, you stopped. He turned around, hair in his face as the wind blew against him, he stretched out his hands to point at the grass “Have a seat”

You laughed at his behaviour before plopping down on the floor, Regulus did the same. The urge to put your head on his lap as you would usually do when you were alone was so strong but you had to fight it. But since no one you knew was around you allowed yourself to let your head fall on his shoulder.

That’s how you spent the next hour, just talking about everything and living like a ‘normal’ couple for an instant was genuinely enjoyable. You were grateful he had this idea.

But the moment was interrupted as you received a small rock. You groaned and furrowed your brows before looking up to find Remus standing not so far from you. With a head movement, he showed you James and Sirius behind him.

You thanked him with a smile and got up after dropping a discreet kiss on Regulus’ cheek. You quickly greeted James and walked to your dorm, when you sat at your desk and opened your bag you had the surprise to find a piece of paper.

Confused, you unfolded it and recognised Regulus’ handwriting. It was a sweet and comforting letter, he was telling you about your lives after Hogwarts when he would be away from the toxic grip of his family and your respective brothers would know about you and accept it. It was maybe oneiric but it was what you needed to hear.

You fell asleep with a smile on your lips and a stronger motivation to tell James.

And you felt bolder now, you cared less about being caught. It was Saturday so you decided to invite Regulus to your dorm because none of your roommates was staying for the day it was the perfect occasion.

You waited for him after breakfast and grabbed his hand when he set foot out of the Great Room. He jumped slightly, surprised to find you “You scare me,” he said, a little out of breath.

A laugh escaped your lips as you guided him through the castle “Y/n!” he called from behind you. With a sly smile, you turned around and hummed. “Where are we going? We’re going to get caught!” he whisper-yelled.

“There’s no one! It’s gonna be okay!’ you reassured as you reached the Fat Lady portrait. You mumbled the password and, after verifying no one was in sight in the common room, led Regulus to your dorm.

Regulus never stepped inside it, the more he had done was to wait in a corner in front of the painting. Therefore, he carefully observed the little details in the room, quickly deducing which bed was yours since he saw the pillows and blanket you would bring when you had picnic dates.

You sat on the red sheets, your back against the headboard “I thought we could read” you said as you took the book that was resting on your bedside table. Regulus nodded before resting his head on your lap.

As one of your hands was holding the book, the other was dancing in his dark locks, your fingers brushing the skin of his forehead every now and then. He listened to the relaxing sound of your voice, arousing his ears tenderly. There wasn’t a better place.

His eyes shut and he let a calm sigh, settling further on your knees.

You kept reading for a good hour before a knocking at your door could be heard. You froze. “Who’s there?” you bit on your bottom lip as you pronounced these words, tension building in your stomach.

A muffled but energetic “James!” came to your ears. Your eyes widened as you looked down at Regulus who was as surprised as you were. You weren’t completely panicked though, James finding out was maybe not the worst thing ever. You mostly dreaded Sirius’ reaction.

But it’s not like you had time to think, the door opened wide. James’ eyes fell on Regulus, he had sat up but his hair was dishevelled and his cheeks were pink. With your guilty airs it looked like you have been kissing. You didn’t, but you could have been and that was the problem.

His face scrunched up in confusion and the awkward silence was broken by Sirius's voice “What’s hap-” his voice died in the back of his throat as he saw the both of you.

You immediately felt your face (and whole body if you were focused enough) getting hot, waiting for their reactions.

“Tell me I’m dreaming” Sirius said as he tugged on James’ sleeve. You let out the breath you had held for the last minute, it wasn’t so bad for the moment. No yell yet.

James opened his mouth but no sound came out, but not in an angry way, he was just confused. “There’s something between the two of you?” he finally managed to say.

You peeked at Regulus, asking him with your eyes if you could tell the truth. He let you know it was fine and you glanced back at your brother. “Yeah” you said it so low, he mostly understood by reading on your lips.

The two best friends looked at each other, processing the information. At the same time, Remus and Peter, who, as a very observant person, had figured out since the last time what was happening, were holding their laughter.

But they had the bad idea to glance at each other for a second and they immediately laughed. Their friends looked at them “What’s so funny?” Sirius whined.

Remus swallowed before answering, still grinning “That you didn’t figure it out yet” James’ eyes grew wide and his mouth opened agape.

“You knew?” he asked, not seeing this coming when the scarred boy nodded as he smirked at you. “That’s why the infirmary!” he remembered all the time you gave him fake excuses.

That was a massive chaos. And you had to put an end to it “Hey!” you shouted to the group of friends bickering “Can we talk calmly?” you demanded, feeling Regulus smile proudly next to you.

“I agree” James said as he took a step forward the both of you. “You love each other?” he asked as he wet his lips, you would think he would be maybe angry but he didn’t seem so mad. You were even surprised by his question.

You nodded, slipping your hand into Regulus’s, gripping it strongly. You felt him squeezing your hand back, interlacing your fingers. Even with bad vision and glasses, everyone could see you were being honest, just the way you were super close but were too shy to look at each other.

Sirius let out a long sigh “I just don’t want you to hurt each other. If you fight, I won’t take part because I won’t argue with James” he warned and James nodded.

Obviously, they would need a time of adaptation but you could count on Remus who would scowl at James if he was being dramatic. But in the end, it was what you had always wanted, a sweet boyfriend and a supportive family. You couldn’t wish it better.

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[curtsycream]

Could Never Unlove You

Regulus Black x F!Reader

Don’t mind me this was supposed to be posted after my James Potter Blurb because I love these picture quotes. But Reggie needs lots of love <33

Love was hard, it wasn’t necessary because he found it hard to love someone. It was just harder for him to find someone to love him long enough to stay. He found himself dissecting every detail about himself in hopes of figuring out why.

Why no one stayed? Why no one wanted him? Just why?

That was until he met her the hufflepuff that always seemed to seek him out. It started due to them being paired in Charms together. It was funny to Lucius seeing Regulus out with someone like that.

Someone so friendly and open to change even when change wasn’t favorable. Someone that smiled at Regulus without a hint of hesitation. Someone that greeted him even after a week pasted since they were partnered up in class.

He wondered often if it was a sick prank to get him to lower his guard to her. That her attempts of friendship was a way to make him vulnerable enough to hurt him more.

But it was never like that.

Each moment he spent with her was not out of kindness or obligation it was because she actually enjoyed being around him. Every little smile and compliment aimed at him by her was of good nature. All of the homemade cookies and cute little notes she would leave for him was because she meant it.

It didn’t deserve it.

Deep down he felt he didn’t deserve someone like that, that she was temporary. Even when she asked him out and they started dating he felt she did it to prove a point. But she had no point to prove he figured that out when she confessed to him.

“How can someone with a heart like yours ever love someone like me?”

The question was sudden as she stopped writing her essay for Herbology. She was taken aback by it as she stared at her boyfriend of two years so far. Her eyes taking in his black hair she loved running her fingers through and his haughty good looks that she complimented him on each day.

“How could I not love you?”

Her answer was simple, yet for him it was hard to comprehend. “Isn’t it hard for you to love me? I don’t make it easy being who I am…being apart of the house I belong to, the family I’m apart of…”

“And?” She asked him putting down her quill.

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked back at her, “And? What do you mean and?”

“I mean and, as in what part of that should define how hard I love you?”

“Every part of it, it should be hard for you to love me knowing as much as you do about me. You should be packing your bags and leaving me right this moment, you-”

He halted in his ramble when he felt her hands on his cheeks. Looking up into her loving eyes he noticed the smile playing at her lips. “You can never be unloved by me, you are too well tangled in my soul for me to ever let you go.”

“You mean that?”

“I mean it, til death do us part and even then my heart is forever yours.”

“I love you.”

“And I’ll forever love you, Reggie.”

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Regulus Black Masterlist

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