#*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

[flusteredmoonn]

last christmas; remus lupin

summary: "i wrapped it up, with a note saying 'i love you' i meant it," in which after years and years of friendship, he's nervous to confess his feelings.

tags: (SFW), angst, attempted angst to fluff, implied pre-existed relationship, she/her pronouns, fem!reader, third person y/n

words: 850+

the holiday collection. request.

snow surrounded the potter's estate, the jukebox charmed to hum merry melodies as christmas decor was wrapped throughout the entire house. james had invited his friends around to his parent's house for christmas, a tradition started in the early years of their time at hogwarts, and had continued through to their adulthood. it was something that in spite of whatever loomed on the other side of the door had kept the group together.

sirius and james had been running around the house, boxes of decorations in hand as they put hung ornaments throughout the house. the sweet smell of eggnog and gingerbread lingered between the rooms as james' parents had busied themselves with cooking festive treats in the kitchen whilst remus and y/n decorated the main tree in the living room.

boxes were strewn around the room, various red, green, and gold spilling from them. she danced and swayed to the beat of the music, hanging ornaments methodically throughout the faux pine needles. digging through a box in the corner, remus glanced up for a moment, watching the way y/n found joy in the tradition, eager to make the potter estate feel cosy at christmas. a small smile had found it's way onto his face, the same way it had in first year when she made sure that she was included in the maraudic group's antics. she glanced over at him as if to show pride in her progress with the tree, reciprocating the smile already on his face.

"have you seen the garland with the little holly's on it?" he suddenly asked her, standing up fully.

"uh.." she hummed in thought, "have you tried to box over there?" she said after a while, pointing to a box closer to the fireplace. she herself moved over to it, crouching to sift through the contents of it. remus shook his head, before moving to a different box to look for the remaining garland for the entryway.

"aha" the girl exclaimed joyously after a while, excitedly pulling the holly garland out of the box she had been searching and showing it to remus. she walked over to him, handing it to the boy with a small "there you go"

"why thank you" he mused, moving away to string it up and complete the display as y/n put the star at very top of the tree. just as she did so, james and sirius had made their way down the stairs, laughing amongst them and carrying empty boxes as a receipt of their work.

as the night went on, euphemia and fleamont had finished their preparations for christmas day. the fire crackled as it was stoked, the potter's and their guests having fun into the night, perked up on the anticipation of the day to follow. eventually, the owls began to coo and the trees began to rustle, signalling that it was time for everyone to take themselves upstairs to get ready and into bed.

the six of them climbed the stairs, and manoeuvred through the corridor before forking off into different corridors or rooms until it was just remus and y/n left. a blanket of silence was wrapped around them as the moved through the house, until remus' door was in sight. he paused in front of it, hand hovering over the brass handle as he fought an internal battle. however, he soon moved rather quickly, muttering a quick 'wait here' before disappearing behind the door he had just been hesitating in front of.

after a beat, he reappeared from the void of darkness in his room, a colourfully wrapped box in his hand. "here you go," he rushed, holding the box out to y/n, "merry christmas," he smiled at her.

"oh, remus," she said quietly, "thank you," she moved to detach the card on top of the box, only to frantically told to open it once she gets to her room. with a nod and an awkward farewell, she turned on her heel and walked the rest of the way down the corridor to her bedroom.

pushing the door softly shut behind her, she leant against it, fingers making delicate work of opening the box. she revealed a necklace, with a singular pendant of a wolf on it. smiling, she clasped it on herself, bringing her hand to it as she read the card that had been attached. a smile was etched on her face as she realised he had written her a letter, in his signature scrawny writing, as he detailed the depth of his feelings for her.

determination in her step, she marched back down the corridor, softly knocking on remus' door. it swung open in front of her, and she wasted no time wrapping her arms around his shoulders. confused, yet relieved, he wrapped his arms around her waist, sighing in relief as the charmed jukebox hummed faintly in the background, the clock ticking over to midnight.

[depressedcoffeeobsess]

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 .ᐟ

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱. 𝐖𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐰.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐬.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬? 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

[veryberryjelly]

reading by wandlight

pairing : regulus black x reader

prompt : power out

𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲

the snow storm was expected, which was why both you and regulus were home when the power went out.

when the storm was announced you both booked a few days off of work as to not be caught up in it and get into a dangerous situation.

while the snow storm was expected, the power out certainly wasnt.

you were reading a book on the couch when the lights went out and you were immediately on alert.

" reggie ?" you called throughout your flat, pulling your wand from your leggings and muttering a quick 'lumps' to light the end of your wand.

" darling ?" he called back from what you assumed was the bedroom.

" stay there, i'm coming to you " you said, making your way through the pitch black apartment with only the light of your wand to guide you.

you found regulus leaning against the bathroom door with a towel wrapped around his waist, his damp hair dripping against his chest.

" looking good, reggie " you said, a soft smirk settling on your lips as you moved to stand against the wall opposite.

" thanks, love. any idea what happened ?" he questioned, his hand coming up to brush some stray hair from his face

" probably the snow, blew a fuse or something. might be back on my the morning " you explained, heading towards the bedroom where you knew you kept candles and matches incase the mood ever needed setting.

you lit a few candles with the matches, handing two of them to regulus and taking another two in your hands after setting your wand down on the bed, tip still lit.

" we'll put these in the bathroom so you can finish your shower.. and i'll light a couple in here. " you explained, leading regulus to the bathroom where you set two candles down on your counter top.

" okay, try not to trip. " he said, pressing a short kiss onto your forehead before you made your way out of the bathroom , picking up your wand from the bed to make your way through the flat and grab the book that you had been reading on the sofa and bring it back to the bedroom.

you put your hair up into a bun, slotting your wand into the hair tie so you could hold your book with both hands while you waited for regulus to come out of the shower.

he emerged a few minutes later, dressed in joggers and a green sweater, holding a candle in each hand. he set them both down on the dressing table before going back for the other two and bringing them in aswell, settling them on each of your bedside tables.

" what're you reading, baby ?" he questioned, his head resting down on your shoulder as you turned the page.

" reading up on house elves " you explained, shifting slightly to press a kiss onto the top of his head.

" what'd i miss ?" he asked, a soft smile resting on his lips.

" this woman spent a month shadowing house elves in an estate to see how they live and how they're treated. "

the two of you read in silence until you fell asleep with your wand in your hair and your book open against your chest.

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@darlingeels

[alwaysmoncheri]

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈 | 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

summary: your parents set up an arranged marriage with regulus black and you make an attempt to keep it a secret for as long as possible. through it all, regulus is there for you in a way you wouldn’t ever had thought possible.

cw: fem!reader, arranged marriage, walburga black, angst, comfort,

<3

July 17th, 1977

Following your fifth year attending Hogwarts greater tensions arose between pure-blood families throughout the entirety of the wizarding world. Previously, tensions had already existed between those who supported the joining of the dark lord's forces and those who sought to protect their children from his reign. Your loyalties lie with the latter but your parent's do not, so you keep silent.

The day of your sixteenth birthday your father informed you of his plan to marry you off. The news came to you as a surprise, but not because you didn't believe your parents would do such a thing but rather because it was truly unexpected. Initially, you didn't know how to handle the news and it only became more difficult to understand when your father told you that you would be betrothed to the youngest Black brother, Regulus.

You're a Gryffindor from a line of Slytherin purebloods. You're not surprised by the fact that you're being engaged to a Slytherin but you never would have thought it would be to Sirius's brother. You suppose your parents want someone to keep you in line and according to them, Regulus is perfect for that.

You aren't aware of the complex history and values of the Black family but you aren't naive. You notice the way Sirius and Regulus carry themselves at Hogwarts. From an exterior perspective they are very different. Sirius flaunts his rebellion and appears arrogant while Regulus suffers quietly but much more noticeably. So, from an interior perspective the brothers are very much the same and it's most likely a result of their relationship with their family which is known for being supportive of the dark lord.

The last thing you want is to marry into the house of Black. But you also have no other choice and your father has made his decision on that very clear. He said it was the best decision for your future and the future of the family. (Probably more so the future of the family, he never usually had your best interests at heart). So as soon as your father came in contact with the Blacks they were more than happy to offer up Regulus.

And that is how you find yourself sitting in the drawing room of 12 Grimmauld Place, silent and sat up straight, attempting to tune out the discussion the adults are having on behalf of you and Regulus. Soon to be husband and wife. You cant even imagine yourself as a wife, tending to the home and children. Merlin, you weren't ready for that and you can't even apparate yet let alone hold all the burdens of being a wife. Besides, you have always believed in the notion for marrying for love. Unfortunately, that dream is being cut short by your betrothal to Regulus.

12 Grimmauld Place is cold, all the furniture made of near-black wood and the textiles heavy. Ornate candelabras light the room, although it still has the distinct feeling of overall darkness. The fireplace isn't lit, though it would probably do a lot in the way of comfort. The old piano, shrouded in cobwebs, disguising its elegance, is playing itself, surely enchanted in order to keep your and Regulus's ears distracted from the conversation your parents are having. You and your father are seated on a black couch with an abstract gold print across from Orion and Walburga, seated on an identical couch. Regulus is on a bench in front of the piano eyes glued to the floor. He hasn't even looked at you.

Entirely reassuring.

You on the other hand can't stop sneaking glances at him. He's a good-looking boy, you'll give him that. And it's not as though you never saw him at Hogwarts but you never payed attention to him until now. His features differ from Sirius's but he still exudes that obvious, easy charm and a certain haughty look that they share.

Regulus was just a bit thinner, just a bit shorter. Still with the dark and curly locks, but not as long as Sirius's. His eyes are dark and situated under heavy brows. You get the impression he doesn't know how to do anything but brood, although perhaps that's because it's all you've seen him do. There's a beautiful angularity to his face, reminiscent of a statue. You don't like the idea of him looking at you with those eyes. You know there's no way he could find you nearly as attractive as you find him.

Regulus must've heard your thoughts because before you can tear your gaze away, he looks up, eyes meeting yours.

"(Y/N)?" Your head whips around at your father's voice. He and the Blacks are looking at you.

"Yes, father?"

"You and Regulus are excused while we continue our discussion." His eyebrows raise in a look that means: behave so I can marry you off.

Regulus stands and you follow him out of the room, unknowing of what to say once you've left. The silence feels so loud as neither of you speak and you hope this is not the rhythm you fall into once you've officially married.

The hallways are dusty and suffocating from the sheer amount of unkept vintage furniture lining the floor. Your gaze wanders aimlessly, a reckless move on your behalf, the eerie atmosphere leaving a lingering feeling of despair within your chest. You dread the day you have to move into this wretched house.

At the staircase, Regulus abruptly stops causing you to step on his heels. He turns around and you mumble out a quick apology. His face still betrays no emotion much to your unease.

"Would you like me to show you to my room?" He asks. His voice is different from what you expected. There's a hint of sadness, melancholy hidden beneath his pride. It doesn't take a genius to hear it but it makes you wonder if he's allowing you to.

"I suppose I don't have much of a choice?"

Regulus shakes his head and sends you an almost sympathetic look, as if saying: you have no idea what you're getting into. And truthfully, you don't.

His room is a whole four stories up. The climb is manageable but not entirely enjoyable. You try to keep your breathing level but your curiosity keeps you occupied. You scan the walls mostly made up of portraits, presumably members of their family line. Each exudes a contrasting level of emotion, some were troubling, nightmares of a certain kind, while others carry sorrow heavy on their faces. It was unnerving, this is the family you are to be married into. Soon you'll have your own portrait on the wall.

At the top of the flight are only two doors. Regulus walks in the direction of the one of the left. You pause.

"Is this other room Sirius's?" Regulus turns and for the first time, his expressionless eyes sadden, mirroring the sound of his voice.

"It was."

You close your curious mouth, not meaning to pry, but there's a version of the story that you don't yet know and you intend to find out eventually.

As you approach Regulus's door, you see he's hung a sign. It says: Do Not Enter Without the Express Permission of Regulus Arcturus Black. He enters, but you hang back in the doorway for a moment, lost in a thought.

Your mind reels at the thought of being one of the select few granted access to his room. But the reality of the situation renters your mind and you take a hesitant step forward, feeling the weight of the arrangement pressing down on your shoulders.

Regulus turns, sensing your hesitation and for the first time the ice of his face cracks, and he smiles faintly, "You can come in. Just close the door behind you."

He sits on the only chair in the room, leaving you to awkwardly seat yourself on the edge of his bed. As you pretend to examine his room you can feel the fullness of his gaze. He looks at you now that you're alone and you think he is seeing too much. He can see that you're not the girl he'd marry if he could choose. He sees why your parents think you need controlling, to be steered away from your friendship with his disowned brother and the rest of the Gryffindor house. He can see that you are afraid. His room is surprisingly small, and you can't imagine you are more than three feet from one another.

"So," you break the silence, "Do you think I'll have to live here?"

His eyebrows raise as if he already knows the answer to your question, but his face quickly returns to normalcy. His parents probably told him to be on his best behavior.

"My parents seem to expect you to. It's what a wife does, I suppose."

You nod, making an attempt to pick your brain for something else to say. You can't find anything and silence once again houses itself in the air between you.

"It's not a good idea." He's angry again. Or at least, he looks the way he did when you first stepped foot in this house. Maybe angry is the wrong word. He looks closed off, impenetrable. Maybe angry, too.

"What?"

"You coming to live here. Us getting married. It's not a good idea." Finally, he looks away from you, focusing instead on a nonexistent point to your right, "You don't deserve to be dragged into this."

You can't mask your shock. The sincerity in his voice is the most you've ever heard from him. You want to believe your father in assuring you this is the right thing, but Regulus's tone makes you wonder if he is telling you the truth. Maybe this isn't such a good idea.

"Dragged into what?" You pry, curiosity besting your manners.

"You do realize which side of the war you now stand with, right?"

You breathe in and hold it for as long as you can. The silence lingers like dust that's taking too long to settle. You're not surprised to feel a knot of terror lodged in your throat.

"Toujours Pur." Your gaze snaps to Regulus whose eyes are directed towards the family crest above his bed, "Always pure. That's what you're getting into. I hope you know what that entails."

Regulus watches closely as you open and close your mouth, unknowing of what the respond with. You've thought about the fact that you're now on the side of the dark lord but you find your mind circling with more worries when the truth is said aloud.

"And I don't know what your father said to convince my parents to allow you, a Gryffindor, to marry me but they won't let anyone know." Regulus sighs, he doesn't mean to come off as rude but you have every right to know everything about the situation, "You'll have to learn how to be one of us."

Your eyebrows furrow and you fight the urge to stand but the space is far too small for you to without being too close.

"I don't know who you think I am but I assure you, I know exactly how to be one of you." You point out, your voice sharp with defiance, yet tinged with a hint of vulnerability, "My parents are just like yours so don't assume that I don't know what it's like."

Your eyes are fixed firmly on Regulus as he remains silent. The tension in the room is palpable, the air crackling with unspoken words and unmet expectations.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Regulus shifts his weight, his gaze flickering momentarily away before returning to meet yours. Without a word, he moves closer, his steps deliberate yet hesitant, until he's seated on the edge of the bed beside you. The sudden proximity sends a shiver down your spine, a mixture of apprehension and curiosity toward his actions.

"I'm only trying to help." Regulus admits softly, his voice barely above a whisper, before retreating once more into his stoic demeanor, "But you shouldn't assume this will be any better for you."

Your shoulders sag with the weight of his words, a heavy sigh escaping your lips as you struggle to find the right response. "It might," you murmur, your voice tinged with hope. "In a year, we can leave here."

Regulus's gaze softens slightly, a fleeting glimpse of understanding passing through his eyes before they harden once more. "You're missing a chance to be happy," he offers, the hint of regret hidden in his tone.

A bitter laugh escapes you as you shake your head, the weight of your circumstances pressing down on you like a leaden blanket, "I don't have any other choice."

Regulus's hand finds yours for a moment before his door flies open, clearly without regard for the sign, and your hands fly apart. And there stand your parents.

"Oh lovely," Walburga begins, "They're already getting on."

"(Y/n), you'll be moving in with the Black's, effective tomorrow." Your father explains and under the intense gaze of Walburga you flinch. It doesn't go unnoticed by her or Regulus, "You can pack your bags tonight. Understood?"

"Yes, father, I understand."

Your parents exit the room but Walburga lingers and her icy gaze turns to Regulus, "Our guest will be staying in here, with you," Walburga pauses, eyes narrowing in your direction, "She's your responsibility now."

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₊˚.༄ 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

— dating regulus black: study dates, sneaking into each other’s dorms to cuddle all night, him being very protective of you, long night walks, buying you thoughtful & expensive gifts, small pda signs in public.

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[ervotica]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐣𝐫

𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫

𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧

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fluff (f), angst (a), suggestive (s), platonic (p), injury/ blood (w), funny (c)

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❛ 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 ❜

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the prophecy (5k) — isaac fights to save your life while a terrible prophecy is set into motion (a,w)

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𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 ~ 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟏.𝟒𝐤

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐧.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡), 𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫 (𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠?) 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞?

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐥𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 🎶 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜! 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐛𝐡

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

The beaded curtains shimmered under the dim stage lights. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes lingered in the air, yet it wasn’t unpleasant. The audience, a sea of faces masked with shadows collectively hushed as the music began to play. The music cued you to saunter onto your spot on the centre of the stage. The sequins of your costume caught the light in a way that casted glimmering spots onto the crowd in front of you. The feathers that cascaded down your outfit flowed and fluttered with each dance move, enchanting the crowd with elegance and a hint of seduction. 

Your eyes caught the gaze of a familiar man: one that you recognised to be a regular customer. He had only recently started attending the shows, but you noticed that his visits were becoming more and more frequent with each week. At first it was once a week, then twice, and now you’d see him at least three nights a week. He always sat at the same table, two rows back from the front and off to the left side. You probably wouldn’t have noticed him if he hadn’t first come in on an empty night, when he was one of the only people in the audience. Now, you found yourself searching for him in the crowd every night. You were quick to pick up on the fact that if he wasn’t in his usual seat, or at the bar, he wasn’t there at all.

As the music ended, the lights dimmed, though your gaze lingered on the man in the crowd until you were completely cascaded in darkness. Only then did you hurry off the stage into the wings, accepting the praises and applause of your fellow performers. After a round of shots with your friends, you returned to your dressing table to touch your makeup up before you headed out onto the floor. It was an unspoken rule that you were required to mingle with the guests after every performance, but you couldn’t complain. All it took to get a good tip was to bat your eyelashes and let them buy you a drink, even if you didn’t drink it. 

Ever since that man started attending the shows, you’d try to make it out onto the floor before he left, but it never worked out. He’d always be gone before you could catch him, as if he were a ghost. The only evidence that he was ever there was an envelope left on his table every night, with your name neatly written on it. A waiter would find the envelope every time, pocketing it and giving it to you at the end of your shift. Your friends would pout with jealousy at the copious amounts of money you’d find in each envelope.

Tonight was different. You made your way out from the backstage area, scoping out the tablesfor anyone that looked wealthy enough to provide you with a nice tip. You were shocked to find the man, still at his usual table, looking right at you. The candle on his table casted a warm light on one side of his face, allowing you to see his features more clearly. You were able to look past his piercing gaze and make out the sharp point of his jawline, but before you could finish your analysis, you heard a whistle.

You looked over at the source of the sound, finding an older man sitting at a table with a few other guys. He beckoned you over with a hand gesture, to which you reluctantly complied, exchanging a glance with your mysterious fan over your shoulder as you made your way over.

“Well aren’t you just a stunner. Join us for a drink, sweetheart.” He spoke, and you could sense his gross intentions just by looking at him.

“I’m not supposed to drink while I’m working. But thanks for the offer.” You lie through gritted teeth, flashing the fakest smile you could muster. Normally you had more patience with people like him, but with your mystery fan just a few metres away, you were getting antsy, wanting to catch him before he left. “Enjoy the rest of your night.” You continued, turning to make your way off to the other man’s table. His hand caught your wrist, pulling you back with a hint of force that made your stomach burn with disgust.

“One won’t hurt. Come on.” He persisted, still holding your wrist.

Before you could even open your mouth to respond, there was someone standing between the two of you.

“You’re lucky she let you down easy the first time, mate. Don’t push it.” He spoke, calm and collected, but you could sense the implication of a threat in his tone. 

“And who the fuck are you?” The older man let go of your wrist, standing up.

“Not that it's any of your business, but if you must know, I’m her boyfriend.” He answered, his tone assertive and confident as if he wasn’t lying to help you out.

You looked at him, trying your best to hide the disbelief in your expression. He returned your gaze, and his eyes spoke a thousand words. After a moment, you nodded, side stepping to take his hand in yours. His cold skin against yours sent chills up your spine, though you brushed them off and intertwined your fingers with him.

“That’s right. He’s my boyfriend. He means well, he's just protective.” You attempted to cool the situation, offering another polite smile at the older man.

He scowled, rolling his eyes at the two of you. “Yeah, whatever.”

“Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’ll be elsewhere. Goodnight.” The man holding your hand stated, not wasting another moment before pulling you gently along with him. You watched him in awe as he led you through to the table he was previously sitting at, the feathers of your costume ruffling as they brushed against other mingling guests. 

He pulled out a chair, though you were too busy staring up at him to notice.

“Well, go on then. Have a seat.” He broke you out of your thoughts, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips.

“Right.” You answered bashfully, taking a seat. He sat across from you, gesturing over a server. He ordered drinks for the two of you, only leaving you with more time to come up with a million questions in your mind.

“Regulus. Regulus Black.” He said, offering his hand over the table. You took it, shaking it politely.

“Y/n. But you already know that, don’t you?” You grinned.

“Indeed.” He responded with a nod. “I’m not sure what it is about you, Y/n, but you’ve caught my eye. I can’t deny that any longer.”

“I’m not surprised, considering the amount of money you’ve given me. You’re practically paying my rent. You're awfully generous. Do you always tip pretty girls that well?” You quipped.

“Never, actually.” He defended. 

“Is that so? What’s so special about me?” You inquired.

“That’s what I want to find out.”

The waiter came around with your drinks, setting them down on the table in front of you. You accepted it gratefully, taking a sip and letting the liquid courage rejuvenate your nerves. “So you want to get to know me, is what you’re saying?”

Regulus nodded again, reaching for his own drink. His rings clinked against the glass as he lifted it up to his lips, taking a couple drawn out sips. “You’re nothing short of enchanting. It’s rare to find such grace on a stage like this.”

“I suppose the enchanting goes both ways, then. I look for you in the crowd.” You admitted.

He smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Yeah?”

You nodded, swirling the drink in your glass. It had become a habit of yours whenever you were feeling nervous. His unwavering gaze on you surely wasn’t helping, causing your stomach to erupt in a flurry of butterflies.

Regulus leaned back into his chair, legs slightly spread and hips slightly forward. He looked sinfully inviting, and you had to push back any suggestive thoughts with another forceful gulp of your beverage. He seemed to notice, a cocky smirk spreading across his face. 

“It’s getting late. Let me give you a ride home, yeah?”

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

[artstatues]

𝐒𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒

𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

nothing yet!

𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

nothing yet!

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

jealousy, jealousy.

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐢

nothing yet!

𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

nothing yet!

𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳�� 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞

nothing yet!

𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

nothing yet!

[irulaan]

𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

❝ 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 ❞

angst ❆; fluff ❦; smut ✧

ONE SHOT ;

— how far it can bend ❆ ❦

⤷ summary: the way he loves was tainted since he was a child. it didn’t help that he always, subconsciously, desired everything his older brother could put a hand on.

— have you ever hated like i? ❦ ❆ (coming soon…)

⤷ summary: Regulus fears he’s hating you for the wrong reasons.

BLURBS + OTHERS ;

— nothing yet! feel free to request <3

[pxtter-s]

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⇾ 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

⇾ 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

⇾ 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧

⇾ 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

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﹙ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐄𝐑𝐀﹚

⇾ 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

⇾ 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

⇾ 𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

⇾ 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

⇾ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭

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﹙𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐒﹚

⇾ theseus scamander

⇾ newt scamander

[flusteredmoonn]

santa baby; james potter

summary: "santa honey, one little thing i really need," in which both staying back at school over the christmas period forces them to realise that they feel more than content with one another's company.

tags: (SFW), angst, attempted angst to fluff, attempted semi-enemies to almost lovers, implied pre-existing relationship, she/her pronouns, fem!reader, third person y/n

words: 1.0k+

the holiday collection. request.

originally, the entire group had decided to stay back over christmas together. rather than travelling to the potter estate to be hosted. this christmas was meant to fall over a full moon, and they had collectively decided to stay so that remus could receive all he needed over that period. and truly no one minded. until, marlene had mentioned her parents had offered to take her, lily, and dorcas to somewhere in europe to visit distant relatives. it was strange the invite wasn't extended to y/n, who had figured it was a matter of space at the relative's house.

sirius had unexpectedly been told he needed to go back to his parents house, alongside his brother. this had initially shocked the group, especially when sirius had brushed it off with so little as a roll of his eyes and began to pack. peter followed suit, claiming it was best he spend the holiday with his family, particularly if the others had already decided to leave too. there wasn't much protest to that, his reasoning stood. james and y/n would be there to look after remus after his transformation, and without the entire group it'd seem crowding if there were more than a couple people to look after him.

and so, the day when the hogwarts express left hogsmeade station had come. james, y/n and remus had come with their friends down to the platform to see them off. the goodbyes were quick, as it would only be a couple of weeks until they would be reunited.

the trio made their way back up to the castle with hagrid, who had walked the first years to the platform, before all making their way to the great hall ready for dinner to be served. banter flowed between the three as they walked, filling the space of the absence of their friends. except for y/n and james. they chose to speak through remus, or hagrid when he still walked with the group. they never spoke directly to one another, and if they did it was with a certain bite to both of their tones. internally, remus rolled his eyes at their petulance. it was immature, yet not unusual of them. 

y/n and james had never really seen eye to eye. she was sympathetic to lily, who merely wanted to defend snape against james' relentlessness, and he disliked that she agreed with her. however, a permanent stake was driven between them in third year when james had called y/n a 'supremacist sympathiser' in the midst of an argument between them over the slytherin boy. she never understood his dislike toward snape; no one truly enjoyed his company, but that didn't warrant bullying him. to y/n, james' behaviour was unacceptable, and him brushing it off as mere house rivalry in recent years had left her dislike of him nearly indisputable.

as the day of remus' transformation approached, he'd spent less time with y/n and james. this meant that the two spent more and more time around one another, which had meant more arguments between them. they had both been catching up on reading for different classes when the girl suddenly spoke.

"hey" james looked up from his book expectantly, "did you know that we're learning about the creatures in the black lake next term?" she asked innocently, pointing mindlessly at the paragraph she'd just read.

"well, duh. obviously" he voice was sharp, tone biting.

"that was unnecessary," she stated, mirroring his tone. "i didn't do anything!" the bespectacled boy closed his book with a thump and gestured wildly, like a child.

"your tone was unnecessary," she scolded him, "i literally asked you a question and you spoke at me as if i'd spat at you," she scowled at him, her voice raising slightly.

"whatever," he huffed, reopening his book and trying to find his page once more.

the tone they both take into conversation with one another wasn't uncommon, in fact it was expected. even for people they didn't know, across the whole school.

throughout the next few days, they'd managed to go longer and longer without arguing unnecessarily with one another. going as far as to spend a day wrapping presents together, ready to set them off with their owls to their friends. they'd even managed to share the scissors. a mundane gesture, but huge when it came to the two of them. there wasn't even an argument over it. more small gestures between them had popped up, in quiet moments only few bore witness to.

but, notoriously they didn't like one another, so it wasn't long until they'd had another blow up argument. no one could even suggest a cause for it, let alone what it had progressed into. which is why it was strange that night when they'd both gone down to the great hall for dinner, they could be found exchanging a civilised conversation. they were calmly debating the affects of stirring a potion in the opposite direction to the recipe.

they'd gotten stares from some of the other students at the table, who were irked by their affability to one another. seeing them get on was uncanny. even if they were still technically arguing.

the flow of their debate was disrupted when james suddenly said, "you know, you're not so bad when you're not arguing," a smile from ear to ear followed his sudden statement.

"and you're not so bad when you're not picking on someone relentlessly," she quipped back almost immediately.

instead of rebutting, he just smiled to himself, huffing a small laugh and thanking her sarcastically. they each thought that perhaps the other wasn't so bad after all.

[inkluvs]

𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

** = nsfw

# — see all of my regulus thoughts

blurbs:

you’re early love

a wonderful place

you think i'm cute

[veryberryjelly]

hangover cuddles

pairing ; regulus black x reader

prompt - b isn't a very affectionate person, a cherishes every moment they get with b. One day while a is cooking breakfast, b comes up and surprises a with a hug from behind. (+ a buries their head into the back of a's shirt.)

wc ; o.5k

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His groan from the bedroom was the first sign of life you had heard all morning and it caused a soft smile to spread on your lips.

You had been anticipating this. He had gone out drinking with evan and barty last night so you knew his hangover today would be an absolute nightmare. Which was why you were currently stood in front of the stove frying up some eggs and bacon for breakfast with a warm cup of tea set down on the kitchen table.

It was a few minutes before you heard the padding of feet from your bedroom headed towards the kitchen.

“ morning, sunshine. There’s tea on the table and brea-” you were cut off in the middle of your explanation when you felt regulus’ arms wrap around your waist .

It wasn’t that he never touched you, he just wasn’t the most physically affectionate person in the world. He was only ever really touchy if he was upset about something.

Or after sex. but you knew that wasn’t why he was cuddling you now.

“ everything okay back there ?” you questioned, pulling your eyes from the pan in front of you to the boy stood behind you.

He didn’t respond, only buried his head in the back of your neck and nodded softly.

“ hungover ?” you questioned which earned you another nod.  “ well breakfast will be done in a minute, that’s gotta help “

“ this is helping “ he muttered quietly, his voice barely even audible to you and he was standing right behind you.

“ well, we can continue this after breakfast. I don’t wanna burn it “

Reluctantly he let go of your waist after pressing a short kiss onto your shoulder. “ m’kay “

After he removed his arms from around your waist, you felt colder than you had before he arrived.

It only took a few more minutes before you were sitting down by regulus at the table and setting down two bacon and egg sandwiches with a soft smile on your lips.

The two of you ate in silence, the only noise being the faint music you had been playing from the record player across the room.

But the second you were both done, he took your hand and lead you back towards the bedroom

“ reggie, i have to clean up “ you argued, albeit not convincingly. He continued to lead you towards the bed.

“ not yet ..” he said quietly, laying back on the mattress and pulling you down with him. “ stay with me for a bit ?”

It might have been a question to him, but there was no way you could ever say no to that. So you laid down on the mattress beside him, instantly curling up in his side.

His arms lifted to wrap around your torso, resting his chin ontop of your head and closing his eyes.

The music was still audible in the bedroom which was nice.

It was safe to say that you didn’t clean up from breakfast until well after lunch.

[alwaysmoncheri]

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forgotten son [10k+]

your parents set up an arranged marriage with regulus black and you make an attempt to keep it a secret for as long as possible. through it all, regulus is there for you in a way you wouldn’t ever had thought possible.

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𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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