#*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤
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veryberryjelly · 11 months ago
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reading by wandlight
pairing : regulus black x reader
prompt : power out
𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲
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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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flusteredmoonn · 4 months ago
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featuring regulus black
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now playing; regulus black's album... — in which flusteredmoonn compiles all of the works featuring regulus black, by era.
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"...no one wanted to play with me as a little kid..."
speak now tracklist.🔮
speak now, r.b. "and the organ starts to play a song that sounds like a death march," in which his parents see to it that their familial name is continued on.
never grow up, s.b. r.b. "don't you ever grow up, just stay this little," in which he mourns his relationship with his brother, and then grieves his brother's death.
better than revenge, r.b. "now go stand in the corner and think about what you did," in which she is under the impression that he is just like his brother. she's mistaken.
haunted, r.b. "c'mon, c'mon, don't leave me like this," in which he doesn't have the heart to tell her of his imminent departure.
superman, r.b. "he has his mothers eyes, his fathers ambition," in which is proud of him that he is the one chosen, succumbing to his parents expectations.
castles crumbling, r.b. "once, i was the great hope for a dynasty," in which the truth of his brother's loyalties are revealed and now he is viewed as the sole heir. somewhat sequel to speak now
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"...so i've been scheming like a criminal ever since..."
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alwaysmoncheri · 5 months ago
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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,
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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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urwhorecrux · 11 months ago
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₊˚.༄ 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤
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— 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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wordsarelife · 10 months ago
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misc masterlist
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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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sumsumstrashbin · 1 year ago
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𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 ~ 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧
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─────── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───────
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?”
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𝐚/𝐧: 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨
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ervotica · 1 month ago
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐣𝐫
𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫
𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤
𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫
𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤
𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧
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artstatues · 5 months ago
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𝐒𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒
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𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲
nothing yet!
𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞
nothing yet!
𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞
jealousy, jealousy.
𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐢
nothing yet!
𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧
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𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞
nothing yet!
𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤
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irulaan · 2 years ago
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𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
❝ 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 ❞
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angst ❆; fluff ❦; smut ✧
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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.
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BLURBS + OTHERS ;
— nothing yet! feel free to request <3
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pxtter-s · 1 year ago
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⇾ theseus scamander
⇾ newt scamander
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inkluvs · 1 year ago
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𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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# — see all of my regulus thoughts
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blurbs:
you’re early love
a wonderful place
you think i'm cute
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veryberryjelly · 2 years ago
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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.
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flusteredmoonn · 11 months ago
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haunted; regulus black
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summary: "c'mon, c'mon, don't leave me like this," in which he doesn't have the heart to tell her of his imminent departure.
tags: (SFW), angsty, one sided angst, war angst, mentions of war, mentions of murder, post hogwarts years, slight canon divergence, fast paced, implied slytherin!reader, she/her pronouns, third person y/n.
words: 600+
speak now tracklist. request.
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hurriedly, he ventured down the stairs of the safe house, swallowing thickly when he reached the bottom. he clutched the strap of his worn book bag as he moved throughout the house. making it to the entryway, he threw the bag down on a side table aggressively before reaching for the ends of his sleeves and adjusting his cufflinks.
he knew what was coming, he knew what was expected of him. the dark lord had graced him with a second opportunity to prove his capability and furthermore, his loyalty to him. it was no secret that he had failed his assigned task during his sixth year at hogwarts. a failure which was held over his head at any given moment, particularly from his manic aunt.
hearing his descent, she made her way through the house, meeting him in the entry hall.
"regulus?' her voice was light as she queried her partner, watching as he seemed increasingly frantic, readying himself for something.
"yes, my dear," he did not look in her direction, instead diverting his attention to the contents of his satchel, making sure everything was in order.
"what ever are you doing? you seem in an awful rush, are you going somewhere?" her question was innocent, and still his heart shattered, daring himself to send a look in her direction.
upon seeing her, his face dropped. once pinched expression relaxing, his shoulders dropped their tension. he turned his body to face her,
"oh," he finally hesitated, registering her inquiry, "i've been summoned at work, needed urgently for something confidential that has arisen," he clarified with a tight lipped smile before resuming correcting his appearance.
"when will you be back?" she continued to question, causing regulus to inwardly sigh.
"i'm not sure," he was quick to speak, leaving his back and manoeuvring around the girl, as if in search of something. she took the hint as tension thickly grew around them, that he did not wish to elaborate.
from a distance, she watched regulus pace all throughout the house, nervously checking the grandfather clock at the end of the hall to make sure he wasn't late.
worry still swirled through the girl's mind, brows drawing closer together as she watched her love spiral. she knew something was wrong. she had done for a while. but whenever she toyed with the resistance of the subject, the boy did nothing but deflect.
eventually, the boy concluded that he had acquired everything he needed before readying himself to leave once more. however, this time, his expression was solemn rather than the frantic one it held prior.
regretfully looking at the grandfather clock once more, the hands of the clockface told him that he needed to leave.
he called the girl's name, watching as she emerged from an adjoining room, clearly having hovered.
"i fear it is time i need to go," regulus' voice was above a whisper, moving forward stiffly, as he embraced her. breathing in a shaky breath, he added, "i'm not sure if, when i'll be back," he hid a cough amongst his words.
"that's okay, i'll wait for you," she replicated his actions, wrapping her arms tightly around him, as she normally did when he had to depart.
his heart broke silently at her words. he knew he wouldn't be back, it was a mission he wouldn't return from. he had known the second he saw the faces of the other death eaters. he couldn't tell her, even though he usually did, despite confidentiality. he wouldn't.
he would hate to be the barer of her despair. and he couldn't make her upset. not now.
so he held her tighter, before affirming that he had to leave. and he didn't look back before apparating, he couldn't.
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alwaysmoncheri · 1 year ago
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𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤
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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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divinationsss · 2 years ago
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⇾ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 ↓
𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 !
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𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 ↓
𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 !
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𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 ↓
𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 !
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𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧 ↓
𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 !
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sumsumstrashbin · 1 year ago
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⋆⭒˚ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐩 ⋆⭒˚
𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞����𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭! 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬.
𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐚:
𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤
𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧
𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫
𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤
𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞
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𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬:
𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫
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