#regulus black deserved so much more

[heaven4lostgirls]

to be loved, is to be known

(i'm not entirely sure what this is, but i think about james and regulus too often for me not to write something about them, again this is a work of fiction and my opinion on how i see them both as characters).

James Potter loves like its breathing. He’s never had to try, because all he ever knew was love, he knew love like his mother’s kisses before bedtime. He knew love like his father’s never-ending patience when James refused to get his eyes tested. He knew love in loving his friends, in cleaning up Remus’ wounds after a full moon without asking, in wiping away Sirius’ tears after confessing his guilt for leaving his brother behind, in listening to Peter vent about never feeling good enough. He knew love because it surrounded him.

Regulus loves like it hurts. It’s messy, it’s cruel, and it’s filled with mistakes. He can’t help but hurt when loving, he has never known any different. Every memory of love is tainted by curses and torture, by locked cupboards and scarred skin. He only ever knows  the comfort of love in solace, and in silence. Which is why he’s so confused on how James Potter loves so unapologetically; he loves Sirius like it’s second nature and it causes an ache in Regulus like he’s never felt before. I want to experience a love like that.

And he does, because loving Regulus Black may just be the easiest thing James Potter has ever done. It’s sweet, and it’s filled with whispered love confessions and secret meetings. It can be hard, and scary, but James never once backs away from it. Not when Regulus pleads with him to leave in fear of what his family might do, not when he shows him his dark mark, not when Sirius turns his back on him. Not even when the news breaks of his disappearance.

Because that’s not what love is to James. Love, is showing up to an unmarked grave for 3 years, laying down flowers for a man he wished he never left behind. Love, is the smile that James Potter dies with, knowing he will see him again. Love, is the face he dreams about in his dying moments. Love, is knowing that wherever Regulus goes, he will follow.

[imactuallyanyaanddaisuke]

my most recent artwork of Anya (I think I cooked give me feedback pls.)

[galaxostars]

Do you guys remember the first time you read/watched Harry Potter and thought Snape was responsible for everything only to be hit in the stomach when you found out alongside the characters it was Quirrell all along?

Do you remember reading about Sirius Black escaping jail and wanting to murder Harry and do you remember being ready to throw hands at him? And then do you remember that sinking feeling when you realized he’d been wrongfully imprisoned for twelve years and was painted as the guilty one when it was Peter all along?

Do you remember hearing about the death eater Regulus Black, following in Voldemorts’ footsteps only to be hit with the crushing truth later, that he’d betrayed him and died doing so and no one knew about it and you had, yet again, judged him too harshly?

Do you remember hating Draco and progressively coming to understand the circumstances that led him to that?

Do you remember loving Dumbledore and realizing suddenly how badly he wronged Harry?

Do you ever think about those moments, and how we all judged those characters and fell into the easy trap? Time and time again? How easy it was to gulp down one version and not realize how biased it was?

I feel like if there’s one thing those books taught me it was to never get along with one version of a story. You can’t hear one side and admit it’s the final truth. You can’t judge someone through one lens and not admit it’s skewed. You can’t erase circumstances. You can’t shut out the other side of a story because one is sufficient for you.

If you want to crucify someone for something they did, remember all those times you were ready to crucify Snape, Sirius, Regulus, Draco and so on.

I’m not against holding people accountable for their actions, but I don’t want to get that sinking feeling of guilt that I had with characters on real human beings. And it is inhuman to hold one thing against someone’s head forever—especially when you don’t know the whole story.

We all make mistakes, we all fuck up, and we also, all have our own truth. And we’re also all capable of empathy towards others. 🖤

God knows I hate jkr with a passion but fuck if I love the message that was spread through those arcs.

[softestaries]

y'all ever just chilling and then out of the blue you're hit by how absolutely devastating the Marauder's story actually is.

Like, they were just kids.

They were just kids.

[harlemon]

crying over the black brothers is such a humbling experience because you try to find some possible happy moment between them and end up crying more over how much shit they went through i cant do it anymore the black brothers are ending me

[julesart04]

The Hogwarts Express (Regulus)

Regulus gazed in wonder. The Hogwarts Express. It was a beautiful scarlet steam engine stretching so far down the platform that he couldn’t quite see the end even when squinting and craning his neck. The cool September air carried the scent of coal and the distant promise of adventure. He clutched the handle of his trunk, his small fingers tracing the elaborate initials engraved on the polished surface – R.A.B. A hand gripped the back of his immaculate robes jerking him back with a gasp.

“Stand up straight” his mother hissed into his ear. He felt colour staining his cheeks and silently prayed that nobody had seen. Walburga Black, stood regally beside him, her sharp features framed by immaculate dark curls. She wore an expression of stoic pride, her eyes surveying the platform with the disdainful air that marked her as a pureblood of the noble House of Black. Sirius, Regulus's older brother, lingered nearby, clearly desperate to escape onto the train.

The platform was a cacophony of sounds, filled with the hoots of owls and the murmur of voices. Families moved about, hugging their children and exchanging words of encouragement. Regulus looked up at Sirius, who seemed nonchalant but betrayed a flicker of excitement in his stormy grey eyes. He had admired Sirius his entire life, despite the subtle disapproval that sometimes crept into their mother's gaze when she looked at the elder Black son.

Walburga regarded both her sons with an imperious gaze. "Remember who you are. Act accordingly. Your father and I expect nothing less."

Sirius rolled his eyes, but Regulus stood straighter, absorbing the weight of his mother's words. It was a mantra they had heard countless times, a reminder of the expectations that came with their family name.

The distant whistle of the Hogwarts Express echoed through the station, signalling the imminent departure. Students began to board the train, laughter and chatter filling the air. Sirius surged forward like a greyhound hearing the starting pistol. Regulus hurried after with a pang of panic. What would he do on his own?! The scarlet steam engine loomed ahead, billowing white clouds of steam. Regulus hesitated for a moment before stepping onto the train, glancing back at the platform. His mother's gaze followed him, a mix of cool indifference and something more complex lingering in her slate eyes. He wouldn’t let her down.

“Are you coming?” Regulus turned to see Sirius peering round the door to a compartment halfway down the carriage. His face was bright and clear as though the storm clouds had passed and now, as summer ended, the sun returned. A second face bobbed into view beside Sirius’. Large circular glasses and riotous black curls grinned at him with what could only be described as a warm mania. He nodded dumbly and managed to move toward them. They ducked back inside and Regulus took a few steadying breaths before reaching the compartment.

Regulus entered the compartment to find Sirius deep in conversation with three other boys, their laughter filling the air. The atmosphere was charged with a camaraderie that, to Regulus, felt like a wedge being driven between his ribs. An unfamiliar pang of anxiety and resentment settled in his chest.

"Reg!" Sirius greeted him with a grin, motioning for him to take a seat beside him. "Meet James and Peter and Remus. James, this is my little brother, Regulus."

James extended a friendly hand, "Nice to meet you, Regulus."

Regulus reluctantly shook James' hand, a curt nod being his only acknowledgement. He cast a sidelong glance at Sirius, who seemed entirely at ease with his companions.

"So, excited about Hogwarts?" James asked, his tone friendly and inclusive. It set Regulus’ teeth on edge. He gave a noncommittal shrug, avoiding eye contact. He felt a growing unease as the conversation continued. An invisible barrier was forming between him and Sirius. His brother, usually attentive, was engrossed in conversation and laughter with James, Remus, and Peter.

Ignored, Regulus became increasingly sullen. He watched, his jaw clenched, as Sirius and James bartered anecdotes and jokes. Clearly, he wasn’t welcome in Sirius’ happiness. Finally, unable to contain his feelings any longer, Regulus snapped, 

"Why are you being like this? You've never been like this before!"

Sirius looked taken aback, and the compartment fell into an uncomfortable silence. James exchanged a glance with Remus, sensing the tension.

"I'm just talking to my friends, Reg," Sirius replied cautiously, his brow furrowed.

"Well… Fine!," Regulus retorted, his voice laced with bitterness. He slouched in his seat, glaring resentfully at James. A few beats and he stood, grabbed his bag, and stalked out of the silent carriage. Blindly, he stalked down the passage, ignoring the acid burning at the corner of his eyes. It was fine. He had survived all of last year without Sirius hadn’t he? It will be fine, it will be fine. The train groaned and rocked into life causing him to sway dangerously off balance. As the train pulled out of the station, Regulus found an empty compartment and settled in. The rhythmic clatter of wheels on tracks provided a comforting background noise, leaving the platform and his childhood behind. Thank Merlin for that.

[aalyre]

characters that are like "i know people are good because i am good. i am good, i want to be good, please let me be good." and the world just says "no"

[kairospy]

Wait 👀 I thought I knew canon Reg pretty good, how do we know about him being slightly shorter than Slughorn?

I ADORE your posts!!! You’re saying everything I’ve been too shy to say. Thank you thank you thank you!

hi!!

You know that horrible, terrible, nightmare-inducing pic of Regulus from the movies?

The actor that played Slughorn (Jim Broadbent) is 1'88 cm, so roughly 6'2, and in that photograph they're standing side by side and Regulus doesn't look much shorter than 2 inches (~5 cm) at most.

I'm grasping at straws here, honestly, but everyone in the Black family is described as tall (Bellatrix is literally around 6 ft, and so is Sirius in the books), so Regulus being tiny would make no sense

And thank you so much!! I've honestly just reached a limit, seeing people speak of his character like he'd be someone with social anxiety and fear of setting boundaries and nonsense of the sort. It's true he's 90% fanon made, but let's at least be honest and not project this much -- it wouldn't fit at all into the context we have of the Black family (and what little we know of Regulus from canon)

[theriddiculustwins]

Look at them 🥹 they deserved so much better and so much more time together

Art by : @misheadspace

[sunchasingstar]

One thing I hate about Jily and Jegulus and Jegulily fics is that in every one of them, it’s James that ends up being iced out and ignored and belittled and just honestly treated like shit tbh. Like I get he’s the ‘stable’ one and the sunshine character but come on☹️ why does he always have to get pain in return for his love? Why doesn’t he ever get to have a break down and make them feel bad about how they’ve treated him? Why doesn’t he ever get to be not okay☹️ I just really want a fic where, for once, James doenst chase them. After so many years of being treated like shit, make him have those feelings that he isn’t going to keep chasing for people who obviously don’t want him. Have him give up and that is what makes Regulus and/or Lily realize what they’re loosing. Make James finally agree to a date from one of the many people I’m sure had a crush on him. Have him try and move on and it makes them realize what they’ve done. I’m so tired of James being a doormat for people to use as a way to boost the angst levels that Regulus and Lily have ffs. I’m so sick of it, as much as I hate Regulus or Lily hurting, I hate James hurting more because it’s always the first choice people make. James is never the one they want to spare and it just makes me upset 😭

[jadescornerofinternetinsanity]

i finished ahb and i just want everyone to know that i am not okay and i will also never be okay again

[tmascnamgyu]

We're all gonna ignore the glitch ❤️

[crescenthistory]

hi angel!!!! absolutely adore your blog and especially the way you write for regulus 🥹🥹 makes my heart so happy, like that’s baby boy!!!! thank you so much for sharing with us!!! i have a prompt request but only if you feel so inclined!!! number d8 “where is she?" with regulus, pretty please, like maybe something happens to reader and he is the last to find out (busy w quidditch or prefer things) so when someone finally tracks him down being like your girl needs you, his composure is for once non existent and he is panicking!!!! ughhh hurt/comfort with reg is everything!!! anyway only if you feel my up to my love no pressure ever - love your blog regardless 💗💗💗

hi my love<33 this is hands down the sweetest request i have received, thank you so much for being so kind 🤍🤍 i genuinely appreciate your words so much! as for the request, i adore some hurt/comfort with reg, and this is an idea i've had for a while, so it was so fun to write

Prompt: D.8 "Where is she?"

Words: 6k

Warnings: not proofread, fem!reader, severe injury (happens off screen, explained and treated on screen), lacerations, typical regulus anxiety (overworked), best friends to lovers, pomfrey being a badass, snape is a villain, animal abuse (technically), background marlene, rosekiller, etc.

It was common knowledge that Slytherin quidditch practice was never to be disturbed, especially this close to the final match of the season against Gryffindor.

This was Regulus’ first year as captain and he was determined for it to be written in the history books as a victorious one, to make himself deserving of the title. Playing opposite his brother and his best friends didn’t lessen the pressure much, either. 

He knew he had been pushing the team quite hard, but he also knew that if anyone could handle it, it was them. Evan and Barty funnelled all their chaotic energy into quidditch once they realised just how much it mattered for their mate, and Dorcas had just as much to gain from winning against Marlene as Regulus had against Sirius. Fenwick had had his skull bashed in by enough bludgers in his career to not be able to formulate any complaints, even if he had them. The rest of the team were relatively young players, a risk most others had chastised Regulus for taking, but one that was playing off beautifully – and with those rumours, they wanted to prove themselves, too. 

There really was little problem with this arrangement, he told himself, other than the fact that he was perhaps wearing himself a bit thin when balancing it all with his prefect duties and exams.

And, more importantly, missing you.

You had been the best friend he could have asked for during this hectic year of his, always standing by his side, just as much of a loyal team-player as those on his actual sports team. That unwavering dedication you had shown him over the years that taught him that maybe, just maybe, he was capable of being loved – and most definitely of loving, because Regulus would be damned if he didn’t admit that that was the only appropriate word for how he felt about you.

Not that he had told you that yet, though, and neither had you. It was never the right time, and you both knew, at least to some degree. For now, it was enough. You had each other, always, and it was enough. He told himself as much, at least.

Regulus was trying to zero his thoughts back on his team running through their plays off-broom on the ground, looking for any weakness in their formation, when the cardinal rule of not disturbing practice was broken.

“Black!�� A voice shouted as it ran across the pitch from the school. 

Regulus squeezed his eyes shut, trying to will the pestering fourth year away, one of those who just seemed to always be there, nameless and bothersome. It was to little avail, though, judging by the sounds of his heavy steps hitting the still somewhat moist dirt on the field.

“Black, I have to–”

“We are in the middle of a practice!” Regulus cut the kid off, letting his nerves get the better of him as he saw most of his players stop in the midst of what had been their best run-through so far. “Unless someone has died, it can wait.”

“But–”

“Has someone died?” Regulus had his hands on his hips, half aware that he looked way too much like his older brother as he regarded the student-shaped owl in front of him with derision. 

“No, but–”

“Are someone in the midst of dying? Like within the hour?”

“N– no.”

“Then you may leave.” The student looked thoroughly confused, clearly not having been properly warned by whoever sent him as a make-shift owl that this was the only response he would be getting from Regulus. He could vaguely hear you whispering poor boy in his mind, always advocating for Regulus’ softer side, but right now he pushed it away as he turned back to his teammates. “Whatever it is will still be there when we are finished up here.”

Regulus didn’t wait for him to go before he began to pretend he was air, attention fully on his team once more.

Barty snickered as he tried to lean his chin on Evan’s shoulder, only to have the taller boy fully shove him off. Regulus shook his head, ignoring the crestfallen student beside him as he tried to increase his energy levels back to where they needed to be.

“Okay, that last round was getting closer to where we want to be. Ready to take to the sky for the last few minutes?”

When he finally stepped foot inside the quidditch locker rooms, Regulus sped through his shower routine. He was eager to get out of there and back to the dorms quick enough to have sufficient time to spend with you before going to sleep. He had half a mind to ask you to sleep in his bed tonight, but he wondered if that might be pushing it since you just did that a few nights ago. Nothing ever happened, of course, you were just the best of friends – and even if you had been something more, it was hard for anything to happen with Evan and Barty in the same room.

You just brought him a sense of peace he found himself craving more day by day. He wished to squeeze out every ounce of it he possibly could.

His hair was still wet, bag thrown about as haphazardly over his shoulder as he could allow himself to without spiralling – which is to say, he still looked perfectly polished to anyone but him. He turned to give the team lingering behind an attempt at an emphatic great work today that ended up falling a bit short from his hoarse voice. Thankfully, everyone else seemed tired enough to accept it without reservation, and Regulus could exit the changing room before all but running towards the Slytherin dorms. 

On his way there, he passed through the Great Hall, attempting to slow his stride to look a bit more composed, but quite ready to throw all of it away for the night just to curl up with you.

“Re- Regulus?!”

Sirius’ incredulous voice sounded behind him, and though Regulus loved his brother dearly, he took a deep sigh at the disturbance, knowing that, with him, it would likely not be a short one.

“That would be me.” Regulus turned around with a sarcastic half-smile, only for it to waver when he saw the expression on Sirius’ face. 

There was an evident tension in his face when he looked Regulus up and down, as if trying to figure him out while a thousand thoughts ran through his mind. Sirius’ lips were pressed tight, as if holding back a severe frown and his eyes were decidedly clouded with worry.

“Reg, what are you doing here?” His voice conveyed more confusion than upset, but both were woven into his tone.

“I’m… on my way to Slytherin? We just finished practice.” 

It was as if Sirius found an answer to his confusion as his face settled into a form of defeat. “You don’t know.”

“Don’t know what?” Regulus stared his brother down, heart speeding up in his chest, but he could feel it in his whole body. “What is it, Siri?”

“James sent someone to tell you,” Sirius says, speaking more to himself.

“Tell me what?” Regulus’ patience was worn thin by his pulse straining his skin.

“Uh, it’s Y/N.” Pangs shot through his body, pulling every vein taut. “She– she will be fine, don’t worry, but–”

“Where is she?”

Regulus struggled to make out where Sirius stood in front of him as the world seemed to tunnel around him and his mind was immediately elsewhere, immediately with his best girl, imagining any possible horror that might have overcome you. Had it not been for Sirius’ delivery of the news and the way he looked at Regulus, he might have felt more calm. But he had always known his big brother to be more composed than this.

“The infirmary–”

He didn’t need to hear more before he was running at full speed down the hallway.

Little to nothing registered with Regulus on the way to the infirmary, that he for the first time in his life realised was located painfully far away from the Great Hall. Illogical, given how many students go through there throughout their days. 

He felt lighter than ever as he was entirely certain he had never run this quickly in his life, simultaneously as every limb felt heavy with worry. 

She will be fine is only reassuring if he was concerned you had died – in every other scenario it is the worst thing to hear, because it confidently means you are not fine right now.

Regulus is half aware that he has run through two ghosts, into one student and past a professor – he thinks maybe Flitwick? – but he paid none of them any mind, willing to take the point deductions or even detentions, if only they don’t slow him down. He can deal with everything and anything else later. 

When he finally reached the door to the infirmary, it took everything in him to come to a halt. 

He all but crashed into the door, catching himself with one hand on the doorframe as he breathed heavy, giving himself but two seconds to collect himself, lest he be banned from the infirmary by life by Madam Pomfrey. That was not something he could afford right now.

Still heaving, he opened the door and took two steps inside – before his vision became entirely swamped by that very same woman, standing with her hands on her hips.

“Is she here?” He tried to get out before she could say anything.

“No visitors at the moment,” Madam Pomfrey said sternly.

“Please, is she here?” Regulus couldn’t even think to say your name, but the look on the matron’s face told him she knew.

“She is, and she is alright, but there will be no visitors at the moment.” Her voice was a bit softer now, but she was not relenting and she was not moving.

Regulus’ breath picked back up, and he didn’t register the tears that were forming in his eyes. A choked please was forming on his tongue when–

“Please.”

You beat him to it. Your meek voice sounded from a few curtains down behind Madam Pomfrey. Regulus didn’t hear the noise that escaped him when he heard the soft pain in your usually chipper voice, but the matron did. Still, it seemed to be on your account and not the lovestruck, fear-sickened boy in front of her, that she took a step to the side.

“Only you, and it must be brief.”

Her words were mostly caught by the air that Regulus left in his wake the moment she moved to the side, because as soon as he could he was by the curtain he had heard you speak from behind, ever so gently pulling it to the side.

“Oh, mon amour.”

The sight he was faced with both mended and broke his heart – because you were there, awake and already looking at him, but your forehead and right arms were bandaged and your face bore telltale signs of pain. He could see tear tracks down your delicate cheeks, mascara smudging just barely beneath your eyes. You looked happy to see him, he could see your chest heave a breath of relief, but that was about the only positive thing he could decipher in you at the moment.

At last, his movements were measured and careful again, but for once not for the sake of how he was perceived, but rather to not disturb the space around you, as if that could lessen your pain. He barely managed to close the curtain behind him with trembling hands, giving you a semblance of privacy, even in this infirmary that he had no idea hosted how many others.

There was enough space on the left side of the bed beside you for Regulus to take his rightful place by your side, as close as he dared. His eyes kept jumping all over your body and face, breath hitched.

Your name escaped his lips in a small breath as his eyes widely roamed your form.

He didn’t realise his hand was hovering between you before you reached up to him with your left hand and took it in yours. Your grip was weak and the tips of your fingers cold, but it was still the smooth skin he was used to feeling on his.

Upon your touch, he seemed to be brought back down to earth and the welling tears spilled down his cheeks.

“Oh, Reggie,” you whispered, squeezing his hand. “It’s okay, I’m alright.”

“My poor love,” he whispered back, letting his free hand move up to lightly caress your cheek, brushing some damp hair away. It must have gotten wet when Pomfrey tended to whatever wound was bandaged on your upper forehead. “What happened to you, amour?”

Regulus often referred to you with terms of endearment, you knew you were each other’s person, but the absolute softness of them now broke your heart a little.

“It was…” you trailed off, wincing as you scrunched your brows in confusion and consequently pulled on your bandage. “It was an accident.” The sound that escaped you was almost a laugh, but it was too wet and strangled to truly be classified as such.

“What happened?” Regulus’ voice urged, more desperate than before. He held your hand tighter, bringing it closer to his chest, as if to protect it.

“We were helping Kettleburn – unwillingly mind you –”

“Who are we?” Regulus cuts you off, still seeming rather feverish in his desperation to know what was wrong. You squeezed his hand and smiled at him to calm him down. 

“An unfortunate bunch of us who happened to be enjoying the fresh air by the benches. Me, Lily, Marlene, Snape, Avery and some others we don’t really know too well, mostly fourth years.”

Regulus scowled at the mention of Snape and Avery, but nodded, as if encouraging you to continue.

“Kettleburn needed some help preparing bait. He believed there was a hippogriff in the Forbidden Forest that he wanted to draw out. It worked a bit too well, a bit too well.”

His brows scrunched at that. “But hippogriffs are mainly peaceful unless you disturb them?” Unease was growing in his stomach.

“Yes, that’s what I said as well,” you feel a bout of dizziness come over you, but try and speak through it. “We were down, probably a bit too close to the forest when it came out. I tried to push the bait towards it carefully, keeping my distance. It just wanted food, you know.”

“But?”

“But Snape and Avery freaked. When it took a step closer, just to eat – they let curses fly, kneejerk self defence reaction they said.”

Regulus had to be mindful to not hurt your hand as his fists clenched on reflex. He settled for holding the sheets beside him disturbingly hard instead – he had already pieced together what happened. “You were still in the line of fire,” he concluded, eyes darkening.

“Yes,” you whispered weakly. “It would have been fine, if it had only been a stupefy or something, but Snape shouted something else, some freak hex. It was like being slashed with a knife all over.”

Regulus’ breath hitched as he let his eyes travel from gauze to gauze. His fingers came up to linger near a particularly large bandage that travelled from your shoulder in under your hospital gown. “All over?” His voice was a mere whisper before he finally looked in your eyes again. He found them teary, and his heart clenched painfully.

“Yeah, I– The biggest one is across my stomach. Pomfrey has patched me up nicely, but it was, uh, it wasn’t good.”

He can’t fight the new tears that spill as he whispers my girl before carefully shuffling closer to you to give you a hug, or at least as close to one you could get right now. His cheek is pressed into yours, his hand on the back of your head, and you can hear him cry directly into your ear, drawing tears from you as well. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered into you. “So sorry, amour.”

“Reggie, there was nothing you could do,” you try to look at him, but his grip on your head remains steadfast.

“No, I should have been there. I’m so sorry.” He presses a kiss to your upper cheek, and his lips are wet. “I should’ve been there.”

“Reg, there was no way anyone could have known.”

He pulls back slightly, looking you over to see if he was hurting you before settling in with his forehead against yours – making sure to avoid the wound in the top left. When his eyes look into yours, you feel a sense of calm finally wash over your body that had been riddled by the shock of being torn open. A grey safe haven.

“I’m sorry, amour.” He keeps saying it like a prayer.

You try to shake your head, but wince at the action. His hand immediately shoots up to your jaw, to still your head. Protecting you, even from yourself. “You’re not allowed to be sorry, Reg, you didn’t do anything. You can only feel sorry for me, which isn’t quite that hard. I look pathetic right now.”

Your half-hearted attempt at humour doesn’t seem to drag him from his despair as his eyes keep searching your face, flitting from the tears to the deviating makeup. His thumb, ever so carefully, drags under your eye to wipe away some of the mascara there. You lean into his touch.

“They tried to tell me, but I– I didn’t know, so I didn’t listen and–”

“You were at quidditch practice,” you cut him off. “Everyone knows you can’t be disturbed then.”

Regulus looked at you incredulously. “This is disturb-worthy, you – anything with you is always the biggest priority. I’m sorry.”

“One girl versus preparing for the match of your life? Hm, I think it’s good you weren’t distracted.” You are determined to lighten his mood, the sinch of his eyebrows and worry in his eyes were beginning to make you feel sick for him.

“But you’re my girl,” he says in a low voice, stressing the words as if to pour additional meaning. “You’re my best friend, my everything. Y/N, you are everything.”

You struggle to come up with a response to that. Any mask Regulus switches between is completely discarded in this small infirmary section with you. When he holds your face and looks at you, you know what it is.

Unable to speak over the lump in your throat, you just drag his face closer to press a sweet kiss to his cheek, as always.

Except this time, while your lips linger on his cheek, Regulus uses his hand still on your jaw to angle your face towards his. With your lips millimetres apart, he looks from them to your eyes, searching for something, and then back down. He whispers another soft everything before pressing his lips to yours.

For all the times you had thought of kissing Regulus, nothing compared. You never expected there to be salty from tears, you never imagined his scent in your nose to be swirled with the disinfectant covering everything around you – but he was right, it was everything. His lips were unbelievably soft against yours, even as he pushed himself even closer to you, as if he needed you underneath his skin, not just on top of it. The pinky underneath your jaw digs into your skin, and you can feel your pulse beat against his finger.

When Regulus pulls away, your mouths are still essentially connected, slightly parted, just breathing into each other. You open your eyes and find him looking at you with nothing short of love.

“I–”

“I love you.” You cut him off, smiling a bit as he half feigns indignance before it turns soft once more.

“I love you, belle fille.”

“I know.”

Finally, finally he gives you a genuine smile. It eases your nerves more than even his eyes could, and you feel yourself melting back into your pillow. Unfortunately, comfort makes you even more aware of the pain and soreness in your body, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers again, mostly to himself it seems.

“I won’t allow that.” You tug your intertwined hands closer to you, wanting to share the comfort with him. “I’m alright, Reggie.”

“You’re wounded and bandaged.”

“And I’m perfectly okay.”

He gives you an as if look, but it’s good enough for you, for now. Then his face twisted into something darker and you saw the same desperation from earlier bubbling to the surface.

“What happened to Snape? And Avery?” His hold on you is still soft and caring, but the rest of his body has grown stiff, mind racing with imagined visions of what went down and of what he would do with them in return.

“Nothing yet,” you said with a careful, measured voice. “Kettleburn wanted to ease the situation first, but since it was technically his fault for bringing us along unprompted, I’m not sure what would be done. Detention maybe?”

“Yeah, Kettleburn’s an idiot for that, but Snape was the one who used an unorthodox and probably dark hex. He has to be dealt with.”

Though you don’t condone how fast some of your friends resorted to revenge and violence, even you had to admit that the idea of Snape knowing magic like that didn’t sit right with you either. There was no situation you could imagine where a slasher spell like that would be moral in combat. 

“I’m sure they will deal with him tomorrow,” you settle on. “Tonight the main priority seemed to be making sure I don’t bleed out on the grounds.”

Regulus’ look was pained as he pressed his lips together. “How did you get in after that anyway?”

“I don’t remember too well.” You truly didn’t, and the flashes that went through your mind were not ones Regulus would be better off knowing about. “Kettleburn shushed the Hippogriff back into the forest – it thankfully didn’t get severely injured it seemed – while everyone else panicked. Lily and Marlene were the first ones by my side.”

You both smile absentmindedly at that. When you first befriended Lily through your study sessions at the library, Regulus had been unsure of how to approach your joint integration into his brother’s friend group, but the girls had turned out to be some of the best friends you could have asked for. 

“Oh!” you exclaim, almost straddling Regulus. “Almost forgot, but you’ll be happy to know that Marlene suckerpunched Snape before they brought me inside with a levitation spell. Pretty gnarly punch, too.”

Regulus’ smiled seemed to be less from gratification and more from endearment from you. “I think I’d like to see Snape get a little more than a punch for what he did to you. But that’s a great start, darling.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at him. “It’s a start. And again, we can deal with all of that tomorrow. I don’t have the energy today.”

“No, no, you are the only priority right now, amour.” Any mirth slipped from his face as he studied you concernedly once more.

“I know you’re “alright”, but you’re not alright” he started. “Could you tell me where it hurt the most?” He looks over you again, as if he can map you out and fight your pain off, spot by spot.

“My stomach and chest got it worst,” you admit. “It’s growing more sore, but Madam said I could get more pain relief in just a little while.”

“Well, she also said I could only stay here for a short while,” he whispers conspiratorially, looking towards the curtain as if he expected it to be ripped back any minute. “Pretty sure we’re way past that.”

“Maybe she heard us crying like babies over a non-fatal injury and figured it was less of a hassle to leave us to it.” You squeeze Regulus’ thigh with a grin and he bites back a yelp.

“She would be wise to do so. Especially because there’s no bloody way I’m leaving.”

You don’t say much to that because you really, really don’t want him to either. You know you are fine, and for his sake you try and seem even more assured of it, but the white panic that soared through your veins those first few minutes is hard to shake. Even though you don’t want him to hold his absence against himself, you don’t like the thought of him leaving now that he was there.

“Has she said anything about a treatment plan? How long you’ll be here? She said you’re fine, so it shouldn’t be too long right?” Though Regulus looks at you as he asks his questions, you know he is already trying to piece together probable answers in his head.

“Most of our first conversation was her narrating what she was doing while I was moaning and not listening.” Your comment was off-handed, but Regulus seemed to wince at the image it painted in his head. “Sorry,” you mumbled bashfully, but he just gave you a smile.”

“Good thing I have the memory of an elephant, then.” Madam Pomfrey’s voice sounded just seconds before she ripped the curtain back and stepped into your little bubble. 

Regulus went straight into autopilot, rightening his posture and schooling his expression. You squeezed his hand tighter, so that he couldn’t pull away, but that had not even been any option in his mind. Pomfrey went through the station beside you at the speed of light, way too familiar and comfortable with these procedures.

“Miss L/N had 5 deep lacerations and several shallow ones,” she begins to recite and Regulus hangs onto every word. “The shallow wounds are almost entirely gone from the treatment already, but the more severe ones will need time to recover. She will have to stay in the infirmary overnight today and tomorrow for observation and continue to receive some medication. Among those are pain potions and salves for the wounds. Rebandage every 10 hours and apply new salves.”

“How will that affect her?” Regulus asked, probably pushing his luck with the matron.

“The pain potions will make her a bit slow and groggy, but she will still be awake. Though she should sleep.” At that she gives you a curt look over her shoulder. “The healing process for the wounds will likely be itchy and uncomfortable and she may develop a fever. We will pay particularly close attention to the stomach wounds in case she develops any infections there.”

“What are the symptoms of infections like that?”

You try and pat Regulus’ leg to say down, boy, but he doesn’t give you the time of day, instead focusing fully on any and all information the matron is willing to share with him. You had half a mind to joke that this was private medical information, but let it be.

Madam Pomfrey turns to Regulus at his fourth question, putting her hands on her hips as she measured him closely. It seemed like she decided on something and the next second she exited through the curtains again. You and Regulus barely had time to exchange a glance before she came back and threw a white coat at Regulus who catched it bewilderedly.

“Seems like I’ve got myself an assistant for the remainder of her stay, haven’t I, Mr. Black?”

A slow smile spreads across Regulus’ face before he hurries on the coat. “Yes, Madam.”

Pomfrey talks you – and now, Regulus – through the new pain potion she is about to give you, giving brief background on the ingredients, application and effect when the door to the infirmary slams open, decidedly louder than when Regulus entered earlier. Her eyes squeeze shut, as if pained by the disrespect and incredulity of students, but finished giving you the potion.

“That is no way to enter an infirmary, Mr. Crouch,” she says through half-gritted teeth as she works. She waves at Regulus to open the curtain to your bed, revealing Barty, Evan and Dorcas, all heaving as if they have been running too. “You seem to be particularly loved, Miss L/N. Please never get injured again, it disturbs my workspace.”

Your friends’ eyes are wide as they take in your form where you lay, still rather pathetically, in your bed. 

“Merlin’s tits, what happened?” Dorcas asks.

At the same time Barty’s gaze flits between you and Regulus. “Who?” he asks, while looking at you.

“I–” you start, but that was clearly the wrong answer because he then immediately turns to Regulus instead.

“Who?”

There is no hesitation in Regulus’ voice. “Snape.”

Barty’s face morphs from shock and concern into pure determination. He stalks over to you in three wide steps, pressing a quick kiss to the safe side of your forehead, whispering a quiet take care, Treasure, before turning around and dragging Evan out of the infirmary. The other boy’s jaw was ticked shut and went more than willingly.

Even you felt a bit bad for Snape in that moment.

Madam Pomfrey, however, only breathed a sigh of relief that they left so quickly.

Dorcas comes up between you and Regulus, sitting on the very edge of your bed. Pomfrey, with Regulus’ assistance return to the work on your bedside station, though his eyes are on you almost the whole time. He has that furrow between his brows that shows up whenever he focuses intently, and you are torn between wanting to kiss it and draw it.

“We met Marls and Lily in the hallway,” Dorcas explains. “They got halfway through their story before Junior took off with us on leash behind us.”

“Sounds like him,” you laugh, trying to hide how the rumble hurts you. “But really, I’m totally fine. Or, I’m relatively good, and will soon be alright.”

“Yeah, especially when you’ve got two nurses to tend to you,” Dorcas teases, casting Regulus a knowing sideways glance.

“Pardon you, Miss Meadows; I am a Healer.” 

You can’t help the snort that escapes you. Despite never wanting to return to this infirmary, you had grown quite fond of the Madam.

“My deepest apologies, Madam,” Dorcas offered with a gleam in her eyes. You could have sworn you saw Pomfrey smile ever so slightly.

“But yeah, Dorc, I’m well taken care of. I’ll be fine.”

“Firstly, just because you’re wounded does not mean you can get away with calling me that.” You laugh once more, happy to not be treated like a dying animal even in such a grave hour. “Secondly, I’m glad. You deserve it, and it was about damn time.”

You pretend to not understand what the last part referred to, but you knew she got you all figured out. You squeeze her leg in a sign of admiration and, perhaps, defeat.

“Thirdly,” Regulus interjects. “You need to either not make her laugh or leave.”

Pomfrey nodded emphatically. 

“Not my fault your girl just finds me absolutely hilarious, Black.” Dorcas winks at you.

“Speaking of someone’s girl,” you drawl, trying to even the playing field, which worked, if Dorcas’ light blush was anything to go off of. “Please tell Marlene I say thank you. I don’t think I got to in the whirl of everything and then everyone was thrown out.”

Dorcas’ smile softens. “I will, babe, but you don’t have to thank her. She’s still a bit worried though, so I’ll tell everyone you’re doing fine.”

“Thanks,” you whisper through a smile, accepting Dorcas’ half-hug before she slips out of the infirmary, which finally returns to its prior quietude.

“That’s enough visitors for today!” Pomfrey explains, clapping her hands together as she is done. “Only staff and patients for the rest of the night.” She shoots Regulus and his white coat a knowing glance.

“Does that mean I can sleep?” You don’t mean for your voice to sound so meek, but the pain potion is starting to work, and the more your body relaxes, the more exhausted you realise you are.

Regulus makes a soft cooing sign, coming back to sit on the side of your bed, taking your hand in his and drawing comforting circles on its back. “Yes, amour. We have prepared the station for when we have to wake you in a few hours for reapplication.”

You groan a bit at the thought of being woken, and both your matron and her assistant laugh a bit at you. 

“Better that than affection, Miss L/N.”

“Yes, of course,” you relent, letting out a heavy sigh. “Thank you. For all of it.”

Pomfrey merely nods before gathering her things and exiting into the rest of the infirmary, pulling your curtain shut behind you. You expect that is the closest she usually gets to a you’re welcome and you accept it heartily.

Regulus shifts into a more comfortable position beside you, back against your headboard, ensuring you are as comfortable and pain-free as possible. He brings your intertwined fingers up to his lips to press delicate butterfly kisses to them. The softness of it all makes you almost want to cry again, but you bite it back, purely because you can’t stand seeing Regulus cry again tonight, and you knew he would.

“Congratulations on your promotion.” Your tire does not hide the coyness of your tone and he smiles fondly at you.

“Thank you. Think she figured it was easier that way – and I have always been a top student.”

“Yeah, yeah, you and your OWLs.” You turn your head more towards him, smiling. “Such a nerd.”

“I reckon you like that about me.”

“I reckon the same.”

You lean forward and he meets you halfway for a slow kiss. The casualness of it makes it feel all the more important, especially when the past few hours of your life has been anything but.

He leans his head onto yours, drawing you as close as he can with your current circumstances.

“I’m sorry,” Regulus whispers again and you shake your head beneath his. Before you can tell him no, he continues. “Not just for what happened to you or not being there. Just, I don’t know. Being slow.”

“Didn’t we just agree you were bright?” you tease, but when you turn to see the sincerity in his eyes, you soften. “It’s okay, Regulus. We were both slow.”

Neither of you feel compelled to delve into the details of it, and it makes you feel more at ease. Even with everything, this was just how it was supposed to be.

“I’m glad I have you.” It is the best way to summarise it; it was enough. He smiles warmly at you.

“And I you.” 

You ignore the strain of some of your bandages as you lean closer to kiss him again, where he meets you enthusiastically – it was worth it.

“Go to sleep now, amour. I’ll be here to ease you awake when the time comes. I’ll always be here.”

And he was.

[my-castles-crumbling]

wedding - january 20 - black brothers - jegulus - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 442

"Fuck," Regulus mumbled, scrubbing at his face and turning from the mirror, trying to ignore the way his stomach was doing somersaults. "Fuck."

He was trying not to panic. He shouldn't be panicking. There was no reason to. He'd never been more sure about a decision in his life. But...

"Reg?"

It was Sirius's concerned voice that broke him. That caused the carefully-laid dam to finally crack, allowing the tears to fall. And suddenly, he was shaking, falling into his brother's arms, heaving breaths, whispering his fears into Sirius's shoulder as he gasped for air.

"....can't do this, Sirius! I can't, because then- someday, he'll realize!" he moaned, hardly coherent. "I'll stand up here in front of everyone...make a total idiot of myself and say how much I- how much I- l-love him! And then he'll realize that he's worth s- so much m-more than me! That I'm not- not good enough for him! I'm bloody worthless! And then everyone will know! Everyone will look back and see how stupid I am!" He took a huge breath, still trembling. "I can't do that! I can't- can't give myself to someone like that! I can't-"

But Sirius, who was staring at him with an odd expression, moved forward, clapping a hand over his mouth with a small smack! "Shut, up. Don't talk about my brother like that," he said, frowning. "You are not worthless, you stupid idiot! You're...you're everything! Especially to James, are you daft?"

Regulus gazed up at his brother, eyes wide, mouth still covered, shocked by his reaction.

"James would literally kill for you. He's never, ever, loved someone as much as he loves you, and he's not going to leave you, so don't you dare think anything like that, Reg," Sirius continued, looking almost angry. "He is here, and he loves you, and he's so bloody excited to marry you. So you will get your arse down the aisle if I have to drag you down myself. Because if you keep talking like that, I'll have to go get James, and you know he'll talk sense into you really fast. Okay?" He slowly removed his hand, staring daggers.

Breaths easing, heart slowing to a normal pace, tears ceasing, Regulus nodded numbly. "Ye-yeah."

"Good. Now. Let's clean you up. You can't look like shit on your wedding day, yeah?" Sirius asked, voice much softer, now.

"Yeah..." he mumbled.

"And Reg? I love you. You deserve this. You deserve to be loved," Sirius whispered, sending him such a soft smile that Regulus wanted to cry.

"Alright, don't go soft on me now," he murmured instead, heading to the bathroom to clean up.

[alwaysanundertone]

Day 8: first time | Regulus Black

smut

TW: piv, fingering

"I'm a virgin" You peaked out from your hands, Regulus freezing suddenly, his hands still gripping your underwear harshly. He blinked a couple of times, making you panic. "Sorry for not telling you this before, but I was scared you wouldn’t be interested anymore if I told you, I’m so sorry”

“Stop it” You bit your lower lip, looking down. “You should have told me sooner, baby. I’m kind of offended you think so little of me, though. Do you still want to do this or not?”

You nodded. “Yes! Yes, of course. It’s just- I thought it wasn’t fair, you should have known this before”

He kissed your nose. “Thank you for telling me, love, and for trusting me this much. I love you” You smiled sheepishly. He proceeded to undress you, this time he was taking his time, kissing every bit of skin he exposed, making you feel nearly crazy with need.

“Reggie, please”

He chuckled. “I’m going to take my time, baby, you just lay here and enjoy”

You scoffed. “I’m not enjoying all of this teasing, though”

He raised his eyebrows. “So bratty, love. Should I stop?” You gripped him by his collar, bringing him close to your lips. You kissed him harshly, you felt his hands caressing your hips before gripping them tightly, making you moan in his mouth. “So needy” He brought one of his hands right above your pussy, eliciting a gasp out of you. Slowly, tentatively, he started massaging your clit over your panties.

“Regulus”

“I know, baby, I know. Such a good girl for me, so pliant under my touch” You arched your back, you could feel yourself getting wetter by the minute. Somehow, his touch was enough to make you wet, but not enough to satiate your neediness. He kept up a steady rhythm, his rough digits pressing on your white lace panties. “Now, won’t you look at that? Look at the mess you made, maybe we should just throw out these, don’t you think?” Suddenly, your underwear was in shreds, you stared at him, mouth open.

He didn’t give you time to react, his finger slowly, but surely, entering you, making you moan loudly. Sure, you had touched yourself before, but it had never felt this amazing before.

“You’re already so wet for me, baby” You didn’t respond, kissing him, sucking on his bottom lip; he chuckled in your mouth. “I love how responsive you are. So good f’me”

He added another finger, making you arch your back, your eyes wide open. You tried to wiggle your hips, to no avail. He tsked, holding you down with his other hand. “No moving or I’ll stop, you choose” You instantly froze, making him burst out laughing. “Good girl” he kissed your nose. He picked up his rhythm, his thumb pressing down on your clit, drawing soft moans out of your mouth.

“Regulus, please, I need more”

He cooed at you. “Honey, I need to prepare you, don’t want to hurt you”

“But I’m ready” You whined in his mouth, but he shook his head.

“Not enough, you’re going to come on my finger like a good girl, then you’ll deserve my cock” He curled his digits upwards, making you gasp. Suddenly, coming on his cock didn’t seem so impossible. “Yeah, that’s more like it” He kissed you roughly, with hunger, as you failed to keep up with the rhythm.

You started to feel your muscles tense, a knot forming in your stomach, it was like you could have touched the sky with your finger, like you were on top of the world. “Regulus, what”

“You’re about to come, baby, let go for me and relax”

You did, explosions behind your eyelids, your head spun a little. All the while, he worked you through it, whispering in your ear, praising you.

Once you came down from your high, you saw him opening a condom, blushing furiously when you saw his dick for the first time. He noticed it, obviously, and gave you a soft smile as you averted your gaze. "Do you trust me, baby?"

You nodded as he positioned himself on top of you, your legs wrapping around his hips without much thought; one of his large hands engulfed one of your thighs, massaging it softly before squeezing it. "You're so beautiful, honey" He kissed your neck sloppily.

As he probed your entrance with his dick, you tensed. “Love, you gotta relax, let me in gorgeous” He traced his tongue up, nipping at your earlobe, making you gasp. “Gonna make you feel so good baby”

You sighed, his sweet talking was really doing a number on you, you felt yourself getting impossibly wet, your back arching. He entered you with one slow thrust, not stopping until he was fully inside of you, your hips against his. He groaned, loosing his composure for a moment.

“Fuck” He stilled, his brows scrunched up.

After a while, you shimmied your hips, only for him to grasp them tightly. “Love, if you want this to feel good I have to last, and you moving your hips and squeezing my dick isn’t helping”

You blushed furiously. “Sorry, I just- I need”

He dipped down, kissing you, ending your stuttering. “I know, love. Let me do the work, okay, baby?”

Suddenly you felt all the love you had for your boyfriend bubbling up, it was in the way he cared about you even in this moment, the way his main goal was always to make you feel good. It overwhelmed you, tears coming out of your eyes in delicate lines. Regulus panicked.

“Love? Are you hurting?” He searched your face, one of his hands cupping your cheek. You shooked your head. “Then what is it? Should we stop? Are you feeling uncomfortable?”

You took a deep breath, feeling ashamed. “It’s just that I love you so, so much” You smiled up at him, and he melted into you, his nose nuzzling your neck.

"I love you too, sweet girl. My gorgeous, sweet, girl" He caressed your hip. "Are you feeling any pain?"

You shook your head. "No, you can move"

He kissed you, before slowly dragging his dick outside of you, pushing it back in an excruciating rhythm. You arched your back, the pain morphing into pleasure, grounding you.

"Regulus" You sighed, your head pushed into the pillows.

"I know, baby, I know. I love you" His hand flied to your clit, massaging it lightly. He picked up his rhythm, the other hand grabbing your ankle, positioning it on his shoulder, the new angle making your eyes cross. "Who do you belong to, baby?"

You moaned. "You, Reggie" He smiled, kissing your nose.

"Does it feel good, baby? Look at this, look at how perfect we fit together" He directed your jaw so that you were watching his dick pushing into you, making you blush furiously. "Do you want to come, love? Are you going to come on my dick like the good girl I know you are? mh?"

You nodded, incapable of forming any coherent thought. "Then come, baby, come on my cock, claim what's yours" You did, the muscles in your thighs flexing, your vision blacking out for a while as his hips stuttered and he found his release.

He collapsed on top of you, his dick still in you, as you both caught your breath.

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[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Amortentia

Pairing: Yandere Regulus Black x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Regulus is tired of seeing you lust after his brother, so he takes matters into his own hands. 

WARNINGS: Use of Love Potion = Forced Love; Obsession. 

AN: Please, reblog and give me feeback.

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Regulus tries hard to ignore it.

The way you ogle at his brother, how you enthusiastically talk with him, your eyes sparkling with happiness. You practically kiss the floor he walks in. 

And it bothers him. It bothers him that you’re in Gryffindor. It bothers him that you’re half-blood. It bothers him that you completely ignore his existence.

But most importantly, it bothers him that you have a crush on his older brother. 

He fervently wishes you’d do the same for him instead of Sirius. After all, he is more deserving than his brother, that traitor that keeps going against family traditions.

He is the one that deserves your love and appreciation. 

Instead, Regulus has to settle with eyeing you from a distance, hoping that Sirius doesn’t take a chance with you. He’s practically sure Sirius won’t. 

You’re the type of girl that wants commitment, a strong relationship - all things that Sirius isn’t willing to. But he is. 

Seeing you every day hanging around in Hogwarts but not having the courage to ask you out is taking a serious toll on him, becoming more and obsessed with you but almost losing any hope of becoming part of  your life. 

Until one day, Professor Slughorn introduces an interesting subject in Potions class. One that could end all of Regulus’s problems.

Amortentia. 

Most commonly known as love potion. Regulus couldn’t take his eyes off the cauldron that contains the potion. It smelled exactly like you. That sweet addicting scent of yours...

Through the entire class Regulus doesn’t listen to a single word, instead hatching a plan to finally get you all to himself. 

 “No…no, I’m fine, thanks.” you weakly mumble, cleaning your eyes with the robe.

Regulus stands in front of you with furious eyes as he earlier got a glimpse of Sirius and some Ravenclaw girl sneaking around into an empty classroom.

No doubt you’ve seen it too. 

“Are you sure? You seem... shaken up.” Regulus says, watching how broken you seem. He feels like punching his older brother. 

You nod your head, giving him a small strained smile and his heart melts. Despite everything, you still try to seem strong.

Regulus would never do that to you. 

“Listen, let me just offer you pumpkin juice, it’ll make you feel better.” he insists, pulling out a silver canteen out of his cloak and handing it to you.

"Oh no, it's okay, really."

He pushes the drink towards you.

"It'll make you feel better, I promise."

For a moment, he thinks you’re going to refuse it but at last you accept it. His stomach jumps as you take a long gulp of the drink, his eyes scrutinizing your face. 

You become expressionless for a moment, eyes going black and dead for a short moment but then you direct your eyes to Regulus and for Merlin’s sake, they are filled with so much love and passion that he knows it worked.  

“Regulus... this is kinda crazy but I need to tell you something,” you pause, taking a step closer to him and a smile starts growing in Regulus face even before you complete your sentence.

“I think I love you.”