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Remus had an insane growth spurt and grew a foot taller over summer, and it would've made him more attractive if he didn't keep bumping his head on things and tripping over his feet because he wasn't used to the new hight yet.
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sirius being so androgynous both girls and guys try to hit him up thinking he's the opposite sex. him being so ethereally beautiful that they don’t even care about his sex even when they find out
Summary: As a kid, Regulus hated summer. He was sure that he would despise it all his life. Since being locked up in his room isn’t something to be proud of. But oh how things can change, and maybe, just maybe, Regulus might truly enjoy what’s waiting for him this summer…
Pairing: Regulus Black x male!reader -> Wizards in Muggle world!
Tags/warnings: mentions and use of cigarettes ; Awkward and sweet sweet yearning. (Omg Regulus is so awkward but that’s how I imagine him acting when he likes someone. SOFT REGULUS STAN✊) I don’t think that there is internalised homophobia because I DESPISEEE it. But if I did write it or mentioned it, please let me know!
Word count: 2.2k
Authors notes: Since I’m sick and miserable and hate my life, I decided to write some mlm fanfic because at least someone has to be happy in this world. And after creating a boy OC and realising that there are no fanfiction of Regulus and male!reader, I decided to take matter in my own hands 🙌. Maybe I’ll even think of making this an au👀 (oh and I may or may not have hidden a Tangled reference..)
It seemed to be almost ages ago that the earth was at its best inclination again. The trees were once again gaining their strength, the rotten leaves merging with grass and becoming one with the soil.
The waves began to bring wind that smelled of salt and heat, and stepping on rocks barefooted didn’t cause goosebumps anymore.
The French coast was blooming once again, and it seemed like the attitude everyone was used to seeing from Regulus at Hogwarts began melting under the searing sun.
The little summer villa, hidden behind trees and pines and olive bushes where Regulus and Sirius used to hide from family gatherings, looked like a castle from a fairytale.
Vines hugging the white bricks in a tight embrace, a garden with flowers so beautiful and yet so ancient that half of the wizarding world has never seen them in their life.
And at the highest tower, just barely peeking out from the trees, and yet enough to see the sun grazing the waves, with a small window, was Regulus’s room.
Ironic, isn’t it? Regulus, the loner and the not so outgoing guy locked up all alone, with nothing else to do than look out of the window and dream of the times where Sirius would still share the floor with him, just a door next to his.
Sometimes when he was little, really, he would imagine himself as a prince he read in books about. A tragic story, preferably in which the parents were once nice but then got poisoned and were now evil, while keeping their one and only, perfect son safe.
But there were only three things missing from the completion of the story.
For one, Regulus didn’t have a crown which he could cluelessly try to use, couldn’t try it out as a bracelet before realising that it belongs on top of the head.
Second, Regulus didn’t have long hair which he could use as a rope, to maybe one day pull up a knight in shining armour. Or the opposite, find himself trying to hide a ruggedly handsome bandit that climbed into his tower, before caving in and running away with him.
And at last, there was no knight in shining armour, nor was there a bandit. But Regulus was giddy enough to run up the stairs again like he used to all these years, throw his luggage on his bed and look for the letter with the words-
“Reggie, if you ever want to heal my heartbreak again, then you should go find me the second you arrive.
P.S - These two weeks which you were shamelessly not here were absolutely horrible.”
He already knew who that letter came from.
-
You have known Regulus for three years now. Which meant that you had spent three, long and hot summers together.
Sharing secrets, arguing and then making up while walking to your favourite local ice cream place, while once again prying into a fight over who would pay. (You didn’t realise that the owner had a fond smile on his face while throwing out the paper bill.)
It’s a miracle that you and Regulus even got along in the beginning, since he was really jealous of the fact that Sirius was spending his time with you and not him. But it seems like you managed to convince the high and mighty Regulus Black and make him like you.
You, like the Black brothers, went to Hogwarts the school of witchcraft and wizardry, but before Sirius didn’t quite literally fall into your pool while being hunted down by a lady from the market, you never actually talked. There was no need to even try, because Sirius had the Marauders and Regulus, well.. he had Barty or someone else in the beginning.
But at the end of the day, the poor stolen peach was like fate, bringing you all together like puzzle pieces that didn’t even know needed each other.
So it took quite a toll on you too, when you heard from a sobbing Regulus that Sirius had left. And from that summer on, you made it your mission to spend every second of your freedom with Regulus. How bad can it be?
…
Maybe not exactly bad, but it’s been quite a rollercoaster ride from that moment on. A rollercoaster ride for your poor heart.
-
While getting rid of his polished shoes, Regulus almost tripped on his trousers. Damn him for being so impatient and not wasting another second by not immediately taking off his dress attire that literally suffocated him.
Tossing it carelessly aside, he thought to himself just why he was so excited. Was it really just him wanting to break free from his parents, even if it’s just for a few hours, or was it something else?
‘Maybe someone else~’ a voice purred in his mind, but he shook the thought away, snatching a blue striped t shirt and pulling it over his head. The sun has risen to its highest point today, and he could already feel the heat sticking to his blue shorts, the warmth seeping into his bones and slightly dusting his cheeks.
He’s been waiting for this since the beginning of the term, and now finally he was free to do as he pleased. His report card had been exceptional like every other, and as a reward he could go out as much as he wanted to. Maybe his parents were finally going to be nice to him after all the torture, or maybe they just didn’t want Regulus to rot in the four walls while they were gone for things that didn’t matter to Regulus.
‘Just no hanging out with girls!’ The shrill threat rang in Regulus’s mind like an annoying bell, but the irony of the sentence humoured a smirk on his lips.
‘She never said anything about boys..’ Regulus tutted mischievously under his breath as he tied his shoelaces. Some muggle sneakers Walburga didn’t approve of, but it was best for their sake. Others didn’t have to know that wands were indeed not a made up thing..
But for now he didn’t care about what “others” thought of him, because for now the only importance was getting ready for-
‘Geez- you sure never close your window!’ An amused voice caught Regulus out of his daydreams, and in a dangerous situation, that could be fatal since his wand was lying on his bed. But Regulus was sure that the jar next to him would have the same effect.
-
‘Woah-!’ You ducked and heard the glass shatter somewhere, glancing down at the now broken pieces.
‘You sure have good reflexes..’ You murmured with a breathy chuckle and scratched the nape of your neck, pondering what would just happen if you hadn’t ducked in time.
‘You- FUCKER! What if I hadn’t missed?! You would’ve scattered down like the cinnamon candy balls!’ Regulus yelled, swatting your chest as a blush crawled up his cheeks in shame of his outburst.
‘Hey, technically you didn’t miss.. It’s just that I have great reaction time. And cinnamon candy? Really? Is that your go-to travel snack?’
You laughed and reached for his hands, now balled into fists. It was normal for a friend in this situation to try and soothe his anxious friend, right? Were you doing this subtly, or was Regulus getting goosebumps on his arms a sign of pure disgust and discomfort?
With that thought you dropped his hands, missing Regulus’s blush. And yet your fingers were tingling, this absolutely innocent touch sending arrows straight into your chest.
‘Uhh.. yeah right. I sometimes get a sore throat, and the candies help me. They are like.. cough drops.’ Regulus wiped his sweaty palms off on his shorts, eyes darting back and forth between your eyes and the mess on his bed. Hopefully you won’t mind the fact that he didn’t fold his clothes..
‘Uhm, so will you go out with me? Or do you have any other plans?’ You asked and rocked on your heels, trying to appear as calm as possible.
‘I mean-! Will you go outside-‘ Your indifferent demeanour completely vanished at the tiny slip up, hands waving around in front of Regulus.
Merlin! Why was it so difficult for you this year?
‘I will!’ Regulus yelped over your rambling, this time his hands holding yours, big eyes locking with your gaze.
For a few seconds you just stared at each other, Regulus’s face turning red like a furnace while yours was probably just as red and hot as his.
‘Alright..! Then we should go..’ You articulated slowly, nodding along to the syllables.
Regulus nodded as well fervently, his nimble fingers still resting on your hands, before ripping them away like it burned him.
‘Right..! Ice cream shop, then..?’ Regulus asked awkwardly, sucking in a hopeful breath.
‘Let’s go to the beach first..?’ You offered, heavy tongue sticking to your dry mouth.
‘Yes, let’s go.’ Regulus stated, pulling at your hand and guiding you quietly through the house, making sure his parents don’t get a glimpse of you.
-
‘-and that’s how I got stung by a jellyfish..’
‘Do you regret harassing the little children?’
‘I regret nothing. Plus, I didn’t even harass anyone! It’s not like I did anything outrageous! They were the ones who were screaming and running around, ruining my peace and quiet!’
You complained, the cigarette hanging low between your lips, the ashes flicking down at the movement of your lips.
The sand under your back was still warm, even after the sun had slowly set, painting the sky in oranges and reds.
Regulus was lying next to you, both of your shirts long gone and thrown somewhere next to a bush. You didn’t have to worry about someone taking them, since you were all alone, hidden somewhere under trees and next to the sea, waves whispering sweet lullabies.
The water droplets on your body had already dried which made you want to scratch or even wash off the salt, but you wouldn’t dare moving an inch. Because you believed that even a tiny noise could ruin the moment. Regulus would object.
‘Like you aren’t the one ruining the peace and quiet half of the time for other people,’ Regulus mused softly, rolling onto his side to pluck the cigarette from your lips, taking a cheeky drag before blowing it out.
The world was still. Time was endless, and he didn’t have to worry about anything. Well maybe the sunburn on his skin could make him look like a fried shrimp later, but for now it felt more like a pleasant sizzle.
‘You dare to just take my cigarettes? The next time I see them gone, I’ll know who to blame..’ You teased softly, a playful smirk tugging at your lips.
Regulus sat up, and the sunset painted his pale-ish skin into a soft pink, his dark curls looking exceptionally endearing. Not cutting and cold like they used to at Hogwarts, but now they looked soft and almost disheveled, salt water creating a crust at the ends.
Without thinking twice, you raised your hand and brushed away one strand that has been nagging you the whole evening. A dainty curl just above Regulus’s brow, which made you question whether or not it bothered him.
Maybe you should’ve been surprised, maybe you should’ve been more concerned about the fact that you had broken multiple rules of friendship.
Friends don’t brush the hairs off someone’s face. Friends don’t tease each other, just to see the other blush.
But most certainly, a friend was not supposed to look at you like Regulus did.
You knew what would follow next, but your heart was still beating too fast for your liking. You saw how Regulus stubbed the cigarette out on the sand. You saw how he slowly turned around and sheepishly placed his hand on your chest. Just above your heart.
‘..am I supposed to say anything..?’
‘Not really, or at least I don’t know..’ You responded, eyes greedily taking in his appearance.
He looked beautiful, and not just lustily, but he looked as if someone carved him out of marble. He looked otherworldly.
Regulus took in a small breath, as if he wanted to say something but thought against it.
And just like that his lips were on yours.
Unhurried, gentle but firm, steady.
It was perfect.
Your arms slowly wrapped around his waist, pulling him to straddle your hips, your chests just lightly touching. Your fingers mapped out his back while Regulus still kissed you, his elbows boxing your head in the middle.
When you pulled away, your breathing was shaky and could feel his heart pounding against your fingers, his skin buzzing with heat and ecstasy.
‘..and here I thought I would still have time take you out for ice cream like you wanted..’ Your whisper got drowned out by Regulus’s breathy chuckle.
‘Like I want ice cream right now.. all I want right now is right in front of me..’ He smiled mischievously, and pulled you in for another kiss.
And just when you thought that maybe that night you’ll have the opportunity to introduce yourself to Walburga, Regulus decided not to come home at all.
That’s why I decided to be the first one to take matters into my own hands, and hopefully I’m going to get out of my writing slump and feed yall again✌️
Summary: As a kid, Regulus hated summer. He was sure that he would despise it all his life. Since being locked up in his room isn’t something to be proud of. But oh how things can change, and maybe, just maybe, Regulus might truly enjoy what’s waiting for him this summer…
Pairing: Regulus Black x male!reader -> Wizards in Muggle world!
Tags/warnings: mentions and use of cigarettes ; Awkward and sweet sweet yearning. (Omg Regulus is so awkward but that’s how I imagine him acting when he likes someone. SOFT REGULUS STAN✊) I don’t think that there is internalised homophobia because I DESPISEEE it. But if I did write it or mentioned it, please let me know!
Word count: 2.2k
Authors notes: Since I’m sick and miserable and hate my life, I decided to write some mlm fanfic because at least someone has to be happy in this world. And after creating a boy OC and realising that there are no fanfiction of Regulus and male!reader, I decided to take matter in my own hands 🙌. Maybe I’ll even think of making this an au👀 (oh and I may or may not have hidden a Tangled reference..)
It seemed to be almost ages ago that the earth was at its best inclination again. The trees were once again gaining their strength, the rotten leaves merging with grass and becoming one with the soil.
The waves began to bring wind that smelled of salt and heat, and stepping on rocks barefooted didn’t cause goosebumps anymore.
The French coast was blooming once again, and it seemed like the attitude everyone was used to seeing from Regulus at Hogwarts began melting under the searing sun.
The little summer villa, hidden behind trees and pines and olive bushes where Regulus and Sirius used to hide from family gatherings, looked like a castle from a fairytale.
Vines hugging the white bricks in a tight embrace, a garden with flowers so beautiful and yet so ancient that half of the wizarding world has never seen them in their life.
And at the highest tower, just barely peeking out from the trees, and yet enough to see the sun grazing the waves, with a small window, was Regulus’s room.
Ironic, isn’t it? Regulus, the loner and the not so outgoing guy locked up all alone, with nothing else to do than look out of the window and dream of the times where Sirius would still share the floor with him, just a door next to his.
Sometimes when he was little, really, he would imagine himself as a prince he read in books about. A tragic story, preferably in which the parents were once nice but then got poisoned and were now evil, while keeping their one and only, perfect son safe.
But there were only three things missing from the completion of the story.
For one, Regulus didn’t have a crown which he could cluelessly try to use, couldn’t try it out as a bracelet before realising that it belongs on top of the head.
Second, Regulus didn’t have long hair which he could use as a rope, to maybe one day pull up a knight in shining armour. Or the opposite, find himself trying to hide a ruggedly handsome bandit that climbed into his tower, before caving in and running away with him.
And at last, there was no knight in shining armour, nor was there a bandit. But Regulus was giddy enough to run up the stairs again like he used to all these years, throw his luggage on his bed and look for the letter with the words-
“Reggie, if you ever want to heal my heartbreak again, then you should go find me the second you arrive.
P.S - These two weeks which you were shamelessly not here were absolutely horrible.”
He already knew who that letter came from.
-
You have known Regulus for three years now. Which meant that you had spent three, long and hot summers together.
Sharing secrets, arguing and then making up while walking to your favourite local ice cream place, while once again prying into a fight over who would pay. (You didn’t realise that the owner had a fond smile on his face while throwing out the paper bill.)
It’s a miracle that you and Regulus even got along in the beginning, since he was really jealous of the fact that Sirius was spending his time with you and not him. But it seems like you managed to convince the high and mighty Regulus Black and make him like you.
You, like the Black brothers, went to Hogwarts the school of witchcraft and wizardry, but before Sirius didn’t quite literally fall into your pool while being hunted down by a lady from the market, you never actually talked. There was no need to even try, because Sirius had the Marauders and Regulus, well.. he had Barty or someone else in the beginning.
But at the end of the day, the poor stolen peach was like fate, bringing you all together like puzzle pieces that didn’t even know needed each other.
So it took quite a toll on you too, when you heard from a sobbing Regulus that Sirius had left. And from that summer on, you made it your mission to spend every second of your freedom with Regulus. How bad can it be?
…
Maybe not exactly bad, but it’s been quite a rollercoaster ride from that moment on. A rollercoaster ride for your poor heart.
-
While getting rid of his polished shoes, Regulus almost tripped on his trousers. Damn him for being so impatient and not wasting another second by not immediately taking off his dress attire that literally suffocated him.
Tossing it carelessly aside, he thought to himself just why he was so excited. Was it really just him wanting to break free from his parents, even if it’s just for a few hours, or was it something else?
‘Maybe someone else~’ a voice purred in his mind, but he shook the thought away, snatching a blue striped t shirt and pulling it over his head. The sun has risen to its highest point today, and he could already feel the heat sticking to his blue shorts, the warmth seeping into his bones and slightly dusting his cheeks.
He’s been waiting for this since the beginning of the term, and now finally he was free to do as he pleased. His report card had been exceptional like every other, and as a reward he could go out as much as he wanted to. Maybe his parents were finally going to be nice to him after all the torture, or maybe they just didn’t want Regulus to rot in the four walls while they were gone for things that didn’t matter to Regulus.
‘Just no hanging out with girls!’ The shrill threat rang in Regulus’s mind like an annoying bell, but the irony of the sentence humoured a smirk on his lips.
‘She never said anything about boys..’ Regulus tutted mischievously under his breath as he tied his shoelaces. Some muggle sneakers Walburga didn’t approve of, but it was best for their sake. Others didn’t have to know that wands were indeed not a made up thing..
But for now he didn’t care about what “others” thought of him, because for now the only importance was getting ready for-
‘Geez- you sure never close your window!’ An amused voice caught Regulus out of his daydreams, and in a dangerous situation, that could be fatal since his wand was lying on his bed. But Regulus was sure that the jar next to him would have the same effect.
-
‘Woah-!’ You ducked and heard the glass shatter somewhere, glancing down at the now broken pieces.
‘You sure have good reflexes..’ You murmured with a breathy chuckle and scratched the nape of your neck, pondering what would just happen if you hadn’t ducked in time.
‘You- FUCKER! What if I hadn’t missed?! You would’ve scattered down like the cinnamon candy balls!’ Regulus yelled, swatting your chest as a blush crawled up his cheeks in shame of his outburst.
‘Hey, technically you didn’t miss.. It’s just that I have great reaction time. And cinnamon candy? Really? Is that your go-to travel snack?’
You laughed and reached for his hands, now balled into fists. It was normal for a friend in this situation to try and soothe his anxious friend, right? Were you doing this subtly, or was Regulus getting goosebumps on his arms a sign of pure disgust and discomfort?
With that thought you dropped his hands, missing Regulus’s blush. And yet your fingers were tingling, this absolutely innocent touch sending arrows straight into your chest.
‘Uhh.. yeah right. I sometimes get a sore throat, and the candies help me. They are like.. cough drops.’ Regulus wiped his sweaty palms off on his shorts, eyes darting back and forth between your eyes and the mess on his bed. Hopefully you won’t mind the fact that he didn’t fold his clothes..
‘Uhm, so will you go out with me? Or do you have any other plans?’ You asked and rocked on your heels, trying to appear as calm as possible.
‘I mean-! Will you go outside-‘ Your indifferent demeanour completely vanished at the tiny slip up, hands waving around in front of Regulus.
Merlin! Why was it so difficult for you this year?
‘I will!’ Regulus yelped over your rambling, this time his hands holding yours, big eyes locking with your gaze.
For a few seconds you just stared at each other, Regulus’s face turning red like a furnace while yours was probably just as red and hot as his.
‘Alright..! Then we should go..’ You articulated slowly, nodding along to the syllables.
Regulus nodded as well fervently, his nimble fingers still resting on your hands, before ripping them away like it burned him.
‘Right..! Ice cream shop, then..?’ Regulus asked awkwardly, sucking in a hopeful breath.
‘Let’s go to the beach first..?’ You offered, heavy tongue sticking to your dry mouth.
‘Yes, let’s go.’ Regulus stated, pulling at your hand and guiding you quietly through the house, making sure his parents don’t get a glimpse of you.
-
‘-and that’s how I got stung by a jellyfish..’
‘Do you regret harassing the little children?’
‘I regret nothing. Plus, I didn’t even harass anyone! It’s not like I did anything outrageous! They were the ones who were screaming and running around, ruining my peace and quiet!’
You complained, the cigarette hanging low between your lips, the ashes flicking down at the movement of your lips.
The sand under your back was still warm, even after the sun had slowly set, painting the sky in oranges and reds.
Regulus was lying next to you, both of your shirts long gone and thrown somewhere next to a bush. You didn’t have to worry about someone taking them, since you were all alone, hidden somewhere under trees and next to the sea, waves whispering sweet lullabies.
The water droplets on your body had already dried which made you want to scratch or even wash off the salt, but you wouldn’t dare moving an inch. Because you believed that even a tiny noise could ruin the moment. Regulus would object.
‘Like you aren’t the one ruining the peace and quiet half of the time for other people,’ Regulus mused softly, rolling onto his side to pluck the cigarette from your lips, taking a cheeky drag before blowing it out.
The world was still. Time was endless, and he didn’t have to worry about anything. Well maybe the sunburn on his skin could make him look like a fried shrimp later, but for now it felt more like a pleasant sizzle.
‘You dare to just take my cigarettes? The next time I see them gone, I’ll know who to blame..’ You teased softly, a playful smirk tugging at your lips.
Regulus sat up, and the sunset painted his pale-ish skin into a soft pink, his dark curls looking exceptionally endearing. Not cutting and cold like they used to at Hogwarts, but now they looked soft and almost disheveled, salt water creating a crust at the ends.
Without thinking twice, you raised your hand and brushed away one strand that has been nagging you the whole evening. A dainty curl just above Regulus’s brow, which made you question whether or not it bothered him.
Maybe you should’ve been surprised, maybe you should’ve been more concerned about the fact that you had broken multiple rules of friendship.
Friends don’t brush the hairs off someone’s face. Friends don’t tease each other, just to see the other blush.
But most certainly, a friend was not supposed to look at you like Regulus did.
You knew what would follow next, but your heart was still beating too fast for your liking. You saw how Regulus stubbed the cigarette out on the sand. You saw how he slowly turned around and sheepishly placed his hand on your chest. Just above your heart.
‘..am I supposed to say anything..?’
‘Not really, or at least I don’t know..’ You responded, eyes greedily taking in his appearance.
He looked beautiful, and not just lustily, but he looked as if someone carved him out of marble. He looked otherworldly.
Regulus took in a small breath, as if he wanted to say something but thought against it.
And just like that his lips were on yours.
Unhurried, gentle but firm, steady.
It was perfect.
Your arms slowly wrapped around his waist, pulling him to straddle your hips, your chests just lightly touching. Your fingers mapped out his back while Regulus still kissed you, his elbows boxing your head in the middle.
When you pulled away, your breathing was shaky and could feel his heart pounding against your fingers, his skin buzzing with heat and ecstasy.
‘..and here I thought I would still have time take you out for ice cream like you wanted..’ Your whisper got drowned out by Regulus’s breathy chuckle.
‘Like I want ice cream right now.. all I want right now is right in front of me..’ He smiled mischievously, and pulled you in for another kiss.
And just when you thought that maybe that night you’ll have the opportunity to introduce yourself to Walburga, Regulus decided not to come home at all.
That’s why I decided to be the first one to take matters into my own hands, and hopefully I’m going to get out of my writing slump and feed yall again✌️
Summary: As a kid, Regulus hated summer. He was sure that he would despise it all his life. Since being locked up in his room isn’t something to be proud of. But oh how things can change, and maybe, just maybe, Regulus might truly enjoy what’s waiting for him this summer…
Pairing: Regulus Black x male!reader -> Wizards in Muggle world!
Tags/warnings: mentions and use of cigarettes ; Awkward and sweet sweet yearning. (Omg Regulus is so awkward but that’s how I imagine him acting when he likes someone. SOFT REGULUS STAN✊) I don’t think that there is internalised homophobia because I DESPISEEE it. But if I did write it or mentioned it, please let me know!
Word count: 2.2k
Authors notes: Since I’m sick and miserable and hate my life, I decided to write some mlm fanfic because at least someone has to be happy in this world. And after creating a boy OC and realising that there are no fanfiction of Regulus and male!reader, I decided to take matter in my own hands 🙌. Maybe I’ll even think of making this an au👀 (oh and I may or may not have hidden a Tangled reference..)
It seemed to be almost ages ago that the earth was at its best inclination again. The trees were once again gaining their strength, the rotten leaves merging with grass and becoming one with the soil.
The waves began to bring wind that smelled of salt and heat, and stepping on rocks barefooted didn’t cause goosebumps anymore.
The French coast was blooming once again, and it seemed like the attitude everyone was used to seeing from Regulus at Hogwarts began melting under the searing sun.
The little summer villa, hidden behind trees and pines and olive bushes where Regulus and Sirius used to hide from family gatherings, looked like a castle from a fairytale.
Vines hugging the white bricks in a tight embrace, a garden with flowers so beautiful and yet so ancient that half of the wizarding world has never seen them in their life.
And at the highest tower, just barely peeking out from the trees, and yet enough to see the sun grazing the waves, with a small window, was Regulus’s room.
Ironic, isn’t it? Regulus, the loner and the not so outgoing guy locked up all alone, with nothing else to do than look out of the window and dream of the times where Sirius would still share the floor with him, just a door next to his.
Sometimes when he was little, really, he would imagine himself as a prince he read in books about. A tragic story, preferably in which the parents were once nice but then got poisoned and were now evil, while keeping their one and only, perfect son safe.
But there were only three things missing from the completion of the story.
For one, Regulus didn’t have a crown which he could cluelessly try to use, couldn’t try it out as a bracelet before realising that it belongs on top of the head.
Second, Regulus didn’t have long hair which he could use as a rope, to maybe one day pull up a knight in shining armour. Or the opposite, find himself trying to hide a ruggedly handsome bandit that climbed into his tower, before caving in and running away with him.
And at last, there was no knight in shining armour, nor was there a bandit. But Regulus was giddy enough to run up the stairs again like he used to all these years, throw his luggage on his bed and look for the letter with the words-
“Reggie, if you ever want to heal my heartbreak again, then you should go find me the second you arrive.
P.S - These two weeks which you were shamelessly not here were absolutely horrible.”
He already knew who that letter came from.
-
You have known Regulus for three years now. Which meant that you had spent three, long and hot summers together.
Sharing secrets, arguing and then making up while walking to your favourite local ice cream place, while once again prying into a fight over who would pay. (You didn’t realise that the owner had a fond smile on his face while throwing out the paper bill.)
It’s a miracle that you and Regulus even got along in the beginning, since he was really jealous of the fact that Sirius was spending his time with you and not him. But it seems like you managed to convince the high and mighty Regulus Black and make him like you.
You, like the Black brothers, went to Hogwarts the school of witchcraft and wizardry, but before Sirius didn’t quite literally fall into your pool while being hunted down by a lady from the market, you never actually talked. There was no need to even try, because Sirius had the Marauders and Regulus, well.. he had Barty or someone else in the beginning.
But at the end of the day, the poor stolen peach was like fate, bringing you all together like puzzle pieces that didn’t even know needed each other.
So it took quite a toll on you too, when you heard from a sobbing Regulus that Sirius had left. And from that summer on, you made it your mission to spend every second of your freedom with Regulus. How bad can it be?
…
Maybe not exactly bad, but it’s been quite a rollercoaster ride from that moment on. A rollercoaster ride for your poor heart.
-
While getting rid of his polished shoes, Regulus almost tripped on his trousers. Damn him for being so impatient and not wasting another second by not immediately taking off his dress attire that literally suffocated him.
Tossing it carelessly aside, he thought to himself just why he was so excited. Was it really just him wanting to break free from his parents, even if it’s just for a few hours, or was it something else?
‘Maybe someone else~’ a voice purred in his mind, but he shook the thought away, snatching a blue striped t shirt and pulling it over his head. The sun has risen to its highest point today, and he could already feel the heat sticking to his blue shorts, the warmth seeping into his bones and slightly dusting his cheeks.
He’s been waiting for this since the beginning of the term, and now finally he was free to do as he pleased. His report card had been exceptional like every other, and as a reward he could go out as much as he wanted to. Maybe his parents were finally going to be nice to him after all the torture, or maybe they just didn’t want Regulus to rot in the four walls while they were gone for things that didn’t matter to Regulus.
‘Just no hanging out with girls!’ The shrill threat rang in Regulus’s mind like an annoying bell, but the irony of the sentence humoured a smirk on his lips.
‘She never said anything about boys..’ Regulus tutted mischievously under his breath as he tied his shoelaces. Some muggle sneakers Walburga didn’t approve of, but it was best for their sake. Others didn’t have to know that wands were indeed not a made up thing..
But for now he didn’t care about what “others” thought of him, because for now the only importance was getting ready for-
‘Geez- you sure never close your window!’ An amused voice caught Regulus out of his daydreams, and in a dangerous situation, that could be fatal since his wand was lying on his bed. But Regulus was sure that the jar next to him would have the same effect.
-
‘Woah-!’ You ducked and heard the glass shatter somewhere, glancing down at the now broken pieces.
‘You sure have good reflexes..’ You murmured with a breathy chuckle and scratched the nape of your neck, pondering what would just happen if you hadn’t ducked in time.
‘You- FUCKER! What if I hadn’t missed?! You would’ve scattered down like the cinnamon candy balls!’ Regulus yelled, swatting your chest as a blush crawled up his cheeks in shame of his outburst.
‘Hey, technically you didn’t miss.. It’s just that I have great reaction time. And cinnamon candy? Really? Is that your go-to travel snack?’
You laughed and reached for his hands, now balled into fists. It was normal for a friend in this situation to try and soothe his anxious friend, right? Were you doing this subtly, or was Regulus getting goosebumps on his arms a sign of pure disgust and discomfort?
With that thought you dropped his hands, missing Regulus’s blush. And yet your fingers were tingling, this absolutely innocent touch sending arrows straight into your chest.
‘Uhh.. yeah right. I sometimes get a sore throat, and the candies help me. They are like.. cough drops.’ Regulus wiped his sweaty palms off on his shorts, eyes darting back and forth between your eyes and the mess on his bed. Hopefully you won’t mind the fact that he didn’t fold his clothes..
‘Uhm, so will you go out with me? Or do you have any other plans?’ You asked and rocked on your heels, trying to appear as calm as possible.
‘I mean-! Will you go outside-‘ Your indifferent demeanour completely vanished at the tiny slip up, hands waving around in front of Regulus.
Merlin! Why was it so difficult for you this year?
‘I will!’ Regulus yelped over your rambling, this time his hands holding yours, big eyes locking with your gaze.
For a few seconds you just stared at each other, Regulus’s face turning red like a furnace while yours was probably just as red and hot as his.
‘Alright..! Then we should go..’ You articulated slowly, nodding along to the syllables.
Regulus nodded as well fervently, his nimble fingers still resting on your hands, before ripping them away like it burned him.
‘Right..! Ice cream shop, then..?’ Regulus asked awkwardly, sucking in a hopeful breath.
‘Let’s go to the beach first..?’ You offered, heavy tongue sticking to your dry mouth.
‘Yes, let’s go.’ Regulus stated, pulling at your hand and guiding you quietly through the house, making sure his parents don’t get a glimpse of you.
-
‘-and that’s how I got stung by a jellyfish..’
‘Do you regret harassing the little children?’
‘I regret nothing. Plus, I didn’t even harass anyone! It’s not like I did anything outrageous! They were the ones who were screaming and running around, ruining my peace and quiet!’
You complained, the cigarette hanging low between your lips, the ashes flicking down at the movement of your lips.
The sand under your back was still warm, even after the sun had slowly set, painting the sky in oranges and reds.
Regulus was lying next to you, both of your shirts long gone and thrown somewhere next to a bush. You didn’t have to worry about someone taking them, since you were all alone, hidden somewhere under trees and next to the sea, waves whispering sweet lullabies.
The water droplets on your body had already dried which made you want to scratch or even wash off the salt, but you wouldn’t dare moving an inch. Because you believed that even a tiny noise could ruin the moment. Regulus would object.
‘Like you aren’t the one ruining the peace and quiet half of the time for other people,’ Regulus mused softly, rolling onto his side to pluck the cigarette from your lips, taking a cheeky drag before blowing it out.
The world was still. Time was endless, and he didn’t have to worry about anything. Well maybe the sunburn on his skin could make him look like a fried shrimp later, but for now it felt more like a pleasant sizzle.
‘You dare to just take my cigarettes? The next time I see them gone, I’ll know who to blame..’ You teased softly, a playful smirk tugging at your lips.
Regulus sat up, and the sunset painted his pale-ish skin into a soft pink, his dark curls looking exceptionally endearing. Not cutting and cold like they used to at Hogwarts, but now they looked soft and almost disheveled, salt water creating a crust at the ends.
Without thinking twice, you raised your hand and brushed away one strand that has been nagging you the whole evening. A dainty curl just above Regulus’s brow, which made you question whether or not it bothered him.
Maybe you should’ve been surprised, maybe you should’ve been more concerned about the fact that you had broken multiple rules of friendship.
Friends don’t brush the hairs off someone’s face. Friends don’t tease each other, just to see the other blush.
But most certainly, a friend was not supposed to look at you like Regulus did.
You knew what would follow next, but your heart was still beating too fast for your liking. You saw how Regulus stubbed the cigarette out on the sand. You saw how he slowly turned around and sheepishly placed his hand on your chest. Just above your heart.
‘..am I supposed to say anything..?’
‘Not really, or at least I don’t know..’ You responded, eyes greedily taking in his appearance.
He looked beautiful, and not just lustily, but he looked as if someone carved him out of marble. He looked otherworldly.
Regulus took in a small breath, as if he wanted to say something but thought against it.
And just like that his lips were on yours.
Unhurried, gentle but firm, steady.
It was perfect.
Your arms slowly wrapped around his waist, pulling him to straddle your hips, your chests just lightly touching. Your fingers mapped out his back while Regulus still kissed you, his elbows boxing your head in the middle.
When you pulled away, your breathing was shaky and could feel his heart pounding against your fingers, his skin buzzing with heat and ecstasy.
‘..and here I thought I would still have time take you out for ice cream like you wanted..’ Your whisper got drowned out by Regulus’s breathy chuckle.
‘Like I want ice cream right now.. all I want right now is right in front of me..’ He smiled mischievously, and pulled you in for another kiss.
And just when you thought that maybe that night you’ll have the opportunity to introduce yourself to Walburga, Regulus decided not to come home at all.
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Summary: As a kid, Regulus hated summer. He was sure that he would despise it all his life. Since being locked up in his room isn’t something to be proud of. But oh how things can change, and maybe, just maybe, Regulus might truly enjoy what’s waiting for him this summer…
Pairing: Regulus Black x male!reader -> Wizards in Muggle world!
Tags/warnings: mentions and use of cigarettes ; Awkward and sweet sweet yearning. (Omg Regulus is so awkward but that’s how I imagine him acting when he likes someone. SOFT REGULUS STAN✊) I don’t think that there is internalised homophobia because I DESPISEEE it. But if I did write it or mentioned it, please let me know!
Word count: 2.2k
Authors notes: Since I’m sick and miserable and hate my life, I decided to write some mlm fanfic because at least someone has to be happy in this world. And after creating a boy OC and realising that there are no fanfiction of Regulus and male!reader, I decided to take matter in my own hands 🙌. Maybe I’ll even think of making this an au👀 (oh and I may or may not have hidden a Tangled reference..)
It seemed to be almost ages ago that the earth was at its best inclination again. The trees were once again gaining their strength, the rotten leaves merging with grass and becoming one with the soil.
The waves began to bring wind that smelled of salt and heat, and stepping on rocks barefooted didn’t cause goosebumps anymore.
The French coast was blooming once again, and it seemed like the attitude everyone was used to seeing from Regulus at Hogwarts began melting under the searing sun.
The little summer villa, hidden behind trees and pines and olive bushes where Regulus and Sirius used to hide from family gatherings, looked like a castle from a fairytale.
Vines hugging the white bricks in a tight embrace, a garden with flowers so beautiful and yet so ancient that half of the wizarding world has never seen them in their life.
And at the highest tower, just barely peeking out from the trees, and yet enough to see the sun grazing the waves, with a small window, was Regulus’s room.
Ironic, isn’t it? Regulus, the loner and the not so outgoing guy locked up all alone, with nothing else to do than look out of the window and dream of the times where Sirius would still share the floor with him, just a door next to his.
Sometimes when he was little, really, he would imagine himself as a prince he read in books about. A tragic story, preferably in which the parents were once nice but then got poisoned and were now evil, while keeping their one and only, perfect son safe.
But there were only three things missing from the completion of the story.
For one, Regulus didn’t have a crown which he could cluelessly try to use, couldn’t try it out as a bracelet before realising that it belongs on top of the head.
Second, Regulus didn’t have long hair which he could use as a rope, to maybe one day pull up a knight in shining armour. Or the opposite, find himself trying to hide a ruggedly handsome bandit that climbed into his tower, before caving in and running away with him.
And at last, there was no knight in shining armour, nor was there a bandit. But Regulus was giddy enough to run up the stairs again like he used to all these years, throw his luggage on his bed and look for the letter with the words-
“Reggie, if you ever want to heal my heartbreak again, then you should go find me the second you arrive.
P.S - These two weeks which you were shamelessly not here were absolutely horrible.”
He already knew who that letter came from.
-
You have known Regulus for three years now. Which meant that you had spent three, long and hot summers together.
Sharing secrets, arguing and then making up while walking to your favourite local ice cream place, while once again prying into a fight over who would pay. (You didn’t realise that the owner had a fond smile on his face while throwing out the paper bill.)
It’s a miracle that you and Regulus even got along in the beginning, since he was really jealous of the fact that Sirius was spending his time with you and not him. But it seems like you managed to convince the high and mighty Regulus Black and make him like you.
You, like the Black brothers, went to Hogwarts the school of witchcraft and wizardry, but before Sirius didn’t quite literally fall into your pool while being hunted down by a lady from the market, you never actually talked. There was no need to even try, because Sirius had the Marauders and Regulus, well.. he had Barty or someone else in the beginning.
But at the end of the day, the poor stolen peach was like fate, bringing you all together like puzzle pieces that didn’t even know needed each other.
So it took quite a toll on you too, when you heard from a sobbing Regulus that Sirius had left. And from that summer on, you made it your mission to spend every second of your freedom with Regulus. How bad can it be?
…
Maybe not exactly bad, but it’s been quite a rollercoaster ride from that moment on. A rollercoaster ride for your poor heart.
-
While getting rid of his polished shoes, Regulus almost tripped on his trousers. Damn him for being so impatient and not wasting another second by not immediately taking off his dress attire that literally suffocated him.
Tossing it carelessly aside, he thought to himself just why he was so excited. Was it really just him wanting to break free from his parents, even if it’s just for a few hours, or was it something else?
‘Maybe someone else~’ a voice purred in his mind, but he shook the thought away, snatching a blue striped t shirt and pulling it over his head. The sun has risen to its highest point today, and he could already feel the heat sticking to his blue shorts, the warmth seeping into his bones and slightly dusting his cheeks.
He’s been waiting for this since the beginning of the term, and now finally he was free to do as he pleased. His report card had been exceptional like every other, and as a reward he could go out as much as he wanted to. Maybe his parents were finally going to be nice to him after all the torture, or maybe they just didn’t want Regulus to rot in the four walls while they were gone for things that didn’t matter to Regulus.
‘Just no hanging out with girls!’ The shrill threat rang in Regulus’s mind like an annoying bell, but the irony of the sentence humoured a smirk on his lips.
‘She never said anything about boys..’ Regulus tutted mischievously under his breath as he tied his shoelaces. Some muggle sneakers Walburga didn’t approve of, but it was best for their sake. Others didn’t have to know that wands were indeed not a made up thing..
But for now he didn’t care about what “others” thought of him, because for now the only importance was getting ready for-
‘Geez- you sure never close your window!’ An amused voice caught Regulus out of his daydreams, and in a dangerous situation, that could be fatal since his wand was lying on his bed. But Regulus was sure that the jar next to him would have the same effect.
-
‘Woah-!’ You ducked and heard the glass shatter somewhere, glancing down at the now broken pieces.
‘You sure have good reflexes..’ You murmured with a breathy chuckle and scratched the nape of your neck, pondering what would just happen if you hadn’t ducked in time.
‘You- FUCKER! What if I hadn’t missed?! You would’ve scattered down like the cinnamon candy balls!’ Regulus yelled, swatting your chest as a blush crawled up his cheeks in shame of his outburst.
‘Hey, technically you didn’t miss.. It’s just that I have great reaction time. And cinnamon candy? Really? Is that your go-to travel snack?’
You laughed and reached for his hands, now balled into fists. It was normal for a friend in this situation to try and soothe his anxious friend, right? Were you doing this subtly, or was Regulus getting goosebumps on his arms a sign of pure disgust and discomfort?
With that thought you dropped his hands, missing Regulus’s blush. And yet your fingers were tingling, this absolutely innocent touch sending arrows straight into your chest.
‘Uhh.. yeah right. I sometimes get a sore throat, and the candies help me. They are like.. cough drops.’ Regulus wiped his sweaty palms off on his shorts, eyes darting back and forth between your eyes and the mess on his bed. Hopefully you won’t mind the fact that he didn’t fold his clothes..
‘Uhm, so will you go out with me? Or do you have any other plans?’ You asked and rocked on your heels, trying to appear as calm as possible.
‘I mean-! Will you go outside-‘ Your indifferent demeanour completely vanished at the tiny slip up, hands waving around in front of Regulus.
Merlin! Why was it so difficult for you this year?
‘I will!’ Regulus yelped over your rambling, this time his hands holding yours, big eyes locking with your gaze.
For a few seconds you just stared at each other, Regulus’s face turning red like a furnace while yours was probably just as red and hot as his.
‘Alright..! Then we should go..’ You articulated slowly, nodding along to the syllables.
Regulus nodded as well fervently, his nimble fingers still resting on your hands, before ripping them away like it burned him.
‘Right..! Ice cream shop, then..?’ Regulus asked awkwardly, sucking in a hopeful breath.
‘Let’s go to the beach first..?’ You offered, heavy tongue sticking to your dry mouth.
‘Yes, let’s go.’ Regulus stated, pulling at your hand and guiding you quietly through the house, making sure his parents don’t get a glimpse of you.
-
‘-and that’s how I got stung by a jellyfish..’
‘Do you regret harassing the little children?’
‘I regret nothing. Plus, I didn’t even harass anyone! It’s not like I did anything outrageous! They were the ones who were screaming and running around, ruining my peace and quiet!’
You complained, the cigarette hanging low between your lips, the ashes flicking down at the movement of your lips.
The sand under your back was still warm, even after the sun had slowly set, painting the sky in oranges and reds.
Regulus was lying next to you, both of your shirts long gone and thrown somewhere next to a bush. You didn’t have to worry about someone taking them, since you were all alone, hidden somewhere under trees and next to the sea, waves whispering sweet lullabies.
The water droplets on your body had already dried which made you want to scratch or even wash off the salt, but you wouldn’t dare moving an inch. Because you believed that even a tiny noise could ruin the moment. Regulus would object.
‘Like you aren’t the one ruining the peace and quiet half of the time for other people,’ Regulus mused softly, rolling onto his side to pluck the cigarette from your lips, taking a cheeky drag before blowing it out.
The world was still. Time was endless, and he didn’t have to worry about anything. Well maybe the sunburn on his skin could make him look like a fried shrimp later, but for now it felt more like a pleasant sizzle.
‘You dare to just take my cigarettes? The next time I see them gone, I’ll know who to blame..’ You teased softly, a playful smirk tugging at your lips.
Regulus sat up, and the sunset painted his pale-ish skin into a soft pink, his dark curls looking exceptionally endearing. Not cutting and cold like they used to at Hogwarts, but now they looked soft and almost disheveled, salt water creating a crust at the ends.
Without thinking twice, you raised your hand and brushed away one strand that has been nagging you the whole evening. A dainty curl just above Regulus’s brow, which made you question whether or not it bothered him.
Maybe you should’ve been surprised, maybe you should’ve been more concerned about the fact that you had broken multiple rules of friendship.
Friends don’t brush the hairs off someone’s face. Friends don’t tease each other, just to see the other blush.
But most certainly, a friend was not supposed to look at you like Regulus did.
You knew what would follow next, but your heart was still beating too fast for your liking. You saw how Regulus stubbed the cigarette out on the sand. You saw how he slowly turned around and sheepishly placed his hand on your chest. Just above your heart.
‘..am I supposed to say anything..?’
‘Not really, or at least I don’t know..’ You responded, eyes greedily taking in his appearance.
He looked beautiful, and not just lustily, but he looked as if someone carved him out of marble. He looked otherworldly.
Regulus took in a small breath, as if he wanted to say something but thought against it.
And just like that his lips were on yours.
Unhurried, gentle but firm, steady.
It was perfect.
Your arms slowly wrapped around his waist, pulling him to straddle your hips, your chests just lightly touching. Your fingers mapped out his back while Regulus still kissed you, his elbows boxing your head in the middle.
When you pulled away, your breathing was shaky and could feel his heart pounding against your fingers, his skin buzzing with heat and ecstasy.
‘..and here I thought I would still have time take you out for ice cream like you wanted..’ Your whisper got drowned out by Regulus’s breathy chuckle.
‘Like I want ice cream right now.. all I want right now is right in front of me..’ He smiled mischievously, and pulled you in for another kiss.
And just when you thought that maybe that night you’ll have the opportunity to introduce yourself to Walburga, Regulus decided not to come home at all.
Hello!! Could I possibly get a Regulus Black x Slytherin Reader? I'm thinking academic rivals/enemies, perhaps reader is also pureblood so they've been compared to each other all their life ("Oh, did you hear Regulus plays violin?" "Oh, really? Well my darling little y/n is just a virtuoso on the piano!" between their mothers haha). Very enemies to lovers, it's my favorite troupe! Feel free to disregard my prompt, I don't mind, I'm just happy there's more x masc reader blogs out here! :D
A/n: sincerely sorry it took so long. I forgot this existed in my draft. Also let's play my favorite game: guess where I found the draft left at and decided to finish it really quickly? Aka.... find where I just threw shit at the paper. Or just where quality started slipping.
Notes: (y/h/n)- your house name, First person P.O.V, Lighthearted threats of suicide. (Not serious in any matter), Pureblood, kind of open ended, but intended to end up being romantical. Uhhhhh super rushed, not beta read. Uhm, feelings? Overuse of comas and semicolons. Idk what else.
Ink stained Regret- Regulus Black/M! Reader
From my earliest memories, Regulus Black has been a persistent stain on the paper of my life, always there, always bleeding through, yet never being able to truly remove it.
As most pure blood families are rather conceited, me and Regulus were pit against each other from a young age competing in nearly every aspect of our lives.
At first it was amicable between us; a soft, unspoken understanding, but with age, came bitterness, the grapes of friendship curdling not into wine, but something sour.
I thought things would be better when we went to Hogwarts. But clearly the designed rivalry from oppressing parents deigns boundaries. If anything, it became more prevalent.
He was always better than me. His ambition driving his soul, his very being, and landing him in Slytherin.
Whereas I landed myself miraculously in (y/h/n). The next gala after the sorting was unbearable. The gloating from Mrs.Black, the Sympathetic looks from Sirius, the sharp, penetrative, haughty snears Regulus sent my way through the night. Like he knew he'd one upped me.
In the nearly 5 years since then, and it's only gotten precariously worse. And there's simply more to compete on now quidditch, grades, friends, social hierarchy.
It's been a tight lipped race, each of us trying to out do the other, but I'm loosing steam. Loosing the want to fight. Was there ever really a need to in the first place? I'd rather cut my losses, but with every snear, every sarcastic comment, every time he's better at anything, a anger boils in me, dark and cold and unwavering, as well as a flutter of nerves.
It doesn't help he looks like that while being a grade A fucking prick.
He's attractive, I'll give him that. But that's all I'll give him. So it's untimely and extremely unfortunate when fucking bitch ass Slughorn decides that we'd be perfect partners for a month long project.
Maybe I'll kill myself.
Then I won't have to deal with him.
I sigh as he slides into the seat next to me, body tense, like a snake coiled to strike, face impassive and cool and unfairly looking sculpted like a Greek god, marble skin and midnight curls, thunderstorms in his eyes.
Probably from rage, if our previous interactions are anything to go off of.
He side eyes me, eyes scanning. Always fucking scanning. His friends snicker in the background.
"Try and keep up, you're brain capacity is that of a very special koala" He says, face impassive, though his eyes hide a mocking edge to his comment.
I shoot Regulus a glare. And also try not to laugh. He doesn't get to think he's funny on top of all of his bullshit too.
"Sure thing, only if you don't fuck it up yourself. Considering your as inept as a jellyfish." My voice is breathy as I say the words through another sigh.
He huffs, and turns his nose. We set to work listening to slughorn.
The assignment is relatively simple; it's a few month long partner project. Each team is assigned a potion to study in depth, as well as create a viable sample as an example of said potion.
And while it seems straightforward, and would be easy, even possibly enjoyable with anyone else, I'm stuck with Regulus fucking Black.
I sigh, rolling my eyes a bit as slughorn starts to make his rounds to give each team their assigned potion, and let my eyes wander, eventually landing on Regulus himself.
His hair's grown a bit long, although still pristine there is a rogue curl in his face, his eyes are sharp and detached, yet still focused, observing.
He turns to me, face impassive, voice sharp as he states;
"Stop staring,"
"I'm not."
"you very much are"
I scoff, "what if I'm plotting your downfall?"
He smirks. Sharp and cold and calculated.
"I'm honoured you think of me so much, darling" his voice holds a sneer.
I scoff and splutter, face heating a bit but turning my face forward again.
Luckily, I don't have to think up a witty reply as Slughorn approaches our table, informing us that Amortentia will be the potion assigned, and that he expects grand things from us, as his top students.
I huff through my nose, but don't respond, instead turning straight to my books as Slughorn whisks himself to the next table.
"Try not to mess this up, L/N" he states, turning to his own books. I scoff, but don't dignify him with a response.
We both work in tandem, and by the time classes ended we've both amassed a decent amount of notes, though I know we'll have to study together and work outside of class. Despite the knot welling inside me, I decide to bite the bullet, and tell Regulus the days I'm available to work on the project. He just nods, and stalks off to his lackeys.
--
Thursday evening, after classes for the day I find a spot hidden in the back of the library finding the books I'll need and setting them up while I wait to see if Regulus will even arrive. Unfortunately, I see he does.
I nod curtly at him as he takes his seat across from me, mirroring my own set up.
"Evening, Black," I say, assessing him. His curls, still overgrown, eyes still piercingly grey, posture still tense.
"Good Evening," he's curt, a small nod of his head, "What have you gotten done with the project?"
Straight to the point, an admirable trait. I explain what I've gotten through thus far, what needs to be done, the timeline, and on and on for nearly over half an hour; my mini lecture unwavering under his intense gaze and fixed posture.
After my rundown, he gives his own. I give my own rapt attention; just like before, as children- taking turns in the spotlight of attention.
We converse lightly, bouncing ideas off each other on what to do next, entering almost a flow like state as we go on about the project. We stay there until nearly curfew; indulging idea after idea and procedures and prompts.
--
We continue working, bounding ahead of other groups study session by study session at a time.
But as one week turns to two, and two turns to a month, the topics start slipping- less about the ashwinder eggs or the moonstone powder or the origin; and more often about the book he saw me reading, or if he still reads poetry, and so on. More genuine conversation; more about him and me and less about the assignment. We still argue, and banter, but he gives me a slight nod in the hallways.
And I'm not sure how to feel about it; How we've started studying in his dorm with his roommates gone, how soft his face looks in the dim candlelight; how his eyes sparkle slightly when talking about his latest read; or how his hairs continuing to grow longer the curl still stubbornly in his face and I want to gently remove it, trace my finger along his brow and nose. Ease my thumb on his glabella to remove the persisting furrow.
But I don't. I won't. Because we hate each other. And so I pull away.
I start opting to study in the libraries again.
Stop talking about anything but the project.
Lock my cold heart back in its cage.
And he notices. Because Regulus Black, despite his cool, calm, prickish demeanor; he is observant.
And it's on a moist, frigid Monday during early November it comes to a head.
--
I set a brisk pace as I walk down the halls towards the library; barely suppressing a shiver at the cold, wet castle surrounds me.
As I get there, I head towards my usual spot a hidden corner in the back, and find Regulus already there, waiting. My heart constricts a bit, at the sight of him.
He looks tense, tenser than he has been, with a sort of grim resolution and quiet resignation in his eyes I can't place as to why it's there.
I nod curtly, and take my seat, noting his more than usual silence.
"what's been up with you?" He finally says, after a long, pregnant pause.
I raise a brow. "What do you mean?"
"you've pulled away"
I huff. He states it like a bored observation, but I notice his finger twitch slightly.
"I've not."
"you have"
"and why do you say that?"
"you've stopped coming around my dorm"
"didn't realise your academic enemy was required to be at your dorm, regulus," I drawl, "and besides, I got tired of Barty and Evan"
He rolls his eyes, not deigning my obvious Barty and Evan deflection with a response."we were never enemies, Y/N."
"it felt like we were."
He hums, and thinks for a long, long moment. "When did we stop being a team?"
My breath hitches. I hesitate. "When you stopped being the regulus I recognized." I pause, "when you started falling for our parents schemes."
His eyes flash with hurt, and he looks down at his lap, his hair covering his face as he crosses his arms, but despite that he nods in acknowledgement.
I don't say anything for a moment. I lean back in my chair, gazing at the library around me. Anywhere but him, letting the words sit in the space surrounding us.
The silence is thick with tension, before regulus clears his throat.
"I regret letting go of what we had. Before our parents got into our heads"
My gaze snaps back to him. He's staring at me, unnervingly so, through his bangs, Grey's eyes trying to pierce through my flesh and into my soul. The only response I can manage is a hoarse;
"me too."
We sit in silence for another moment.
He hesitates. "Would you....want to be a team again?"
I look at him. Really, really look at him. Think about how much he's changed, how he's stayed the same. How I want to gently trace along his face. And I find myself nodding.
"if you'd let me" I let a small, soft smile cross my face, and I see his own mirror it.
Hello!! Could I possibly get a Regulus Black x Slytherin Reader? I'm thinking academic rivals/enemies, perhaps reader is also pureblood so they've been compared to each other all their life ("Oh, did you hear Regulus plays violin?" "Oh, really? Well my darling little y/n is just a virtuoso on the piano!" between their mothers haha). Very enemies to lovers, it's my favorite troupe! Feel free to disregard my prompt, I don't mind, I'm just happy there's more x masc reader blogs out here! :D
A/n: sincerely sorry it took so long. I forgot this existed in my draft. Also let's play my favorite game: guess where I found the draft left at and decided to finish it really quickly? Aka.... find where I just threw shit at the paper. Or just where quality started slipping.
Notes: (y/h/n)- your house name, First person P.O.V, Lighthearted threats of suicide. (Not serious in any matter), Pureblood, kind of open ended, but intended to end up being romantical. Uhhhhh super rushed, not beta read. Uhm, feelings? Overuse of comas and semicolons. Idk what else.
Ink stained Regret- Regulus Black/M! Reader
From my earliest memories, Regulus Black has been a persistent stain on the paper of my life, always there, always bleeding through, yet never being able to truly remove it.
As most pure blood families are rather conceited, me and Regulus were pit against each other from a young age competing in nearly every aspect of our lives.
At first it was amicable between us; a soft, unspoken understanding, but with age, came bitterness, the grapes of friendship curdling not into wine, but something sour.
I thought things would be better when we went to Hogwarts. But clearly the designed rivalry from oppressing parents deigns boundaries. If anything, it became more prevalent.
He was always better than me. His ambition driving his soul, his very being, and landing him in Slytherin.
Whereas I landed myself miraculously in (y/h/n). The next gala after the sorting was unbearable. The gloating from Mrs.Black, the Sympathetic looks from Sirius, the sharp, penetrative, haughty snears Regulus sent my way through the night. Like he knew he'd one upped me.
In the nearly 5 years since then, and it's only gotten precariously worse. And there's simply more to compete on now quidditch, grades, friends, social hierarchy.
It's been a tight lipped race, each of us trying to out do the other, but I'm loosing steam. Loosing the want to fight. Was there ever really a need to in the first place? I'd rather cut my losses, but with every snear, every sarcastic comment, every time he's better at anything, a anger boils in me, dark and cold and unwavering, as well as a flutter of nerves.
It doesn't help he looks like that while being a grade A fucking prick.
He's attractive, I'll give him that. But that's all I'll give him. So it's untimely and extremely unfortunate when fucking bitch ass Slughorn decides that we'd be perfect partners for a month long project.
Maybe I'll kill myself.
Then I won't have to deal with him.
I sigh as he slides into the seat next to me, body tense, like a snake coiled to strike, face impassive and cool and unfairly looking sculpted like a Greek god, marble skin and midnight curls, thunderstorms in his eyes.
Probably from rage, if our previous interactions are anything to go off of.
He side eyes me, eyes scanning. Always fucking scanning. His friends snicker in the background.
"Try and keep up, you're brain capacity is that of a very special koala" He says, face impassive, though his eyes hide a mocking edge to his comment.
I shoot Regulus a glare. And also try not to laugh. He doesn't get to think he's funny on top of all of his bullshit too.
"Sure thing, only if you don't fuck it up yourself. Considering your as inept as a jellyfish." My voice is breathy as I say the words through another sigh.
He huffs, and turns his nose. We set to work listening to slughorn.
The assignment is relatively simple; it's a few month long partner project. Each team is assigned a potion to study in depth, as well as create a viable sample as an example of said potion.
And while it seems straightforward, and would be easy, even possibly enjoyable with anyone else, I'm stuck with Regulus fucking Black.
I sigh, rolling my eyes a bit as slughorn starts to make his rounds to give each team their assigned potion, and let my eyes wander, eventually landing on Regulus himself.
His hair's grown a bit long, although still pristine there is a rogue curl in his face, his eyes are sharp and detached, yet still focused, observing.
He turns to me, face impassive, voice sharp as he states;
"Stop staring,"
"I'm not."
"you very much are"
I scoff, "what if I'm plotting your downfall?"
He smirks. Sharp and cold and calculated.
"I'm honoured you think of me so much, darling" his voice holds a sneer.
I scoff and splutter, face heating a bit but turning my face forward again.
Luckily, I don't have to think up a witty reply as Slughorn approaches our table, informing us that Amortentia will be the potion assigned, and that he expects grand things from us, as his top students.
I huff through my nose, but don't respond, instead turning straight to my books as Slughorn whisks himself to the next table.
"Try not to mess this up, L/N" he states, turning to his own books. I scoff, but don't dignify him with a response.
We both work in tandem, and by the time classes ended we've both amassed a decent amount of notes, though I know we'll have to study together and work outside of class. Despite the knot welling inside me, I decide to bite the bullet, and tell Regulus the days I'm available to work on the project. He just nods, and stalks off to his lackeys.
--
Thursday evening, after classes for the day I find a spot hidden in the back of the library finding the books I'll need and setting them up while I wait to see if Regulus will even arrive. Unfortunately, I see he does.
I nod curtly at him as he takes his seat across from me, mirroring my own set up.
"Evening, Black," I say, assessing him. His curls, still overgrown, eyes still piercingly grey, posture still tense.
"Good Evening," he's curt, a small nod of his head, "What have you gotten done with the project?"
Straight to the point, an admirable trait. I explain what I've gotten through thus far, what needs to be done, the timeline, and on and on for nearly over half an hour; my mini lecture unwavering under his intense gaze and fixed posture.
After my rundown, he gives his own. I give my own rapt attention; just like before, as children- taking turns in the spotlight of attention.
We converse lightly, bouncing ideas off each other on what to do next, entering almost a flow like state as we go on about the project. We stay there until nearly curfew; indulging idea after idea and procedures and prompts.
--
We continue working, bounding ahead of other groups study session by study session at a time.
But as one week turns to two, and two turns to a month, the topics start slipping- less about the ashwinder eggs or the moonstone powder or the origin; and more often about the book he saw me reading, or if he still reads poetry, and so on. More genuine conversation; more about him and me and less about the assignment. We still argue, and banter, but he gives me a slight nod in the hallways.
And I'm not sure how to feel about it; How we've started studying in his dorm with his roommates gone, how soft his face looks in the dim candlelight; how his eyes sparkle slightly when talking about his latest read; or how his hairs continuing to grow longer the curl still stubbornly in his face and I want to gently remove it, trace my finger along his brow and nose. Ease my thumb on his glabella to remove the persisting furrow.
But I don't. I won't. Because we hate each other. And so I pull away.
I start opting to study in the libraries again.
Stop talking about anything but the project.
Lock my cold heart back in its cage.
And he notices. Because Regulus Black, despite his cool, calm, prickish demeanor; he is observant.
And it's on a moist, frigid Monday during early November it comes to a head.
--
I set a brisk pace as I walk down the halls towards the library; barely suppressing a shiver at the cold, wet castle surrounds me.
As I get there, I head towards my usual spot a hidden corner in the back, and find Regulus already there, waiting. My heart constricts a bit, at the sight of him.
He looks tense, tenser than he has been, with a sort of grim resolution and quiet resignation in his eyes I can't place as to why it's there.
I nod curtly, and take my seat, noting his more than usual silence.
"what's been up with you?" He finally says, after a long, pregnant pause.
I raise a brow. "What do you mean?"
"you've pulled away"
I huff. He states it like a bored observation, but I notice his finger twitch slightly.
"I've not."
"you have"
"and why do you say that?"
"you've stopped coming around my dorm"
"didn't realise your academic enemy was required to be at your dorm, regulus," I drawl, "and besides, I got tired of Barty and Evan"
He rolls his eyes, not deigning my obvious Barty and Evan deflection with a response."we were never enemies, Y/N."
"it felt like we were."
He hums, and thinks for a long, long moment. "When did we stop being a team?"
My breath hitches. I hesitate. "When you stopped being the regulus I recognized." I pause, "when you started falling for our parents schemes."
His eyes flash with hurt, and he looks down at his lap, his hair covering his face as he crosses his arms, but despite that he nods in acknowledgement.
I don't say anything for a moment. I lean back in my chair, gazing at the library around me. Anywhere but him, letting the words sit in the space surrounding us.
The silence is thick with tension, before regulus clears his throat.
"I regret letting go of what we had. Before our parents got into our heads"
My gaze snaps back to him. He's staring at me, unnervingly so, through his bangs, Grey's eyes trying to pierce through my flesh and into my soul. The only response I can manage is a hoarse;
"me too."
We sit in silence for another moment.
He hesitates. "Would you....want to be a team again?"
I look at him. Really, really look at him. Think about how much he's changed, how he's stayed the same. How I want to gently trace along his face. And I find myself nodding.
"if you'd let me" I let a small, soft smile cross my face, and I see his own mirror it.
Summary: First year at Hogwarts? More like first time entering King’s Cross Station and already getting hit on! Draco was right, Potter and the Weasleys were not your friends! But what could he do, when all his things were scattered about and he was about to miss his train? Well, maybe next time he should act like a gentleman first…
Pairing: Harry Potter x Malfoy!fem!reader -> Cherry Chapstick au.
Tags/warnings: none! Harry is just an idiot and can’t keep his hands to himself. This is more of a prelude and an introduction to how Harry and Reader first met.
Word count: 1.8k
A/n: I’m back and so so happy! Finally being able to write feels so refreshing, even if my writing sucks a bit.
‘I swear to Merlin.. Hogwarts can’t get any worse.’ Lucius’s voice rumbled darkly all the while his face remained stone cold, his gloved hand holding onto his cane while he strutted along the pavement.
‘Do not even mention it, it’s an absolute disgrace.. Draco, dear, what did you tell me about your last Defence Against Dark Arts professor?’ Narcissa followed, holding her purse to her chest as she looked to her side, muggles and shrill whistles mingling around. Familiar chaos for someone who already had been at King’s Cross. Draco walked, hands in his pockets and eyes facing the ground.
‘He was a werewolf, Mother. I don’t understand how he got away with that. Where was Dumbledore even-?‘ Draco began, looking up to face his parents, beginning to gossip, something he often did.
‘Stop it. Do not make me regret sending your sister there. What time is it?’ You looked up to see your father’s icy blue eyes on yours. For a second, it seemed like his gaze softened, and maybe it did, but you’d never say anything about that fact.
‘It’s 10:40, Father.’ You spoke and looked at your watch, the black and silver leather wrapped sleekly around your wrist, a gift you received two months ago after finishing your previous year at your old school. Now it’s time for Hogwarts to welcome you.
‘Alright.’ He spoke and stopped in front of the 9 and three quarters. Or better said, the bricked wall that was a portal to the station.
‘Draco, show your sister around and help her on the train and around the castle.’ Lucius stood tall and flicked his hair back over his shoulder, sneering at a Muggle who gave him a nasty look.
‘Yes, Father.’ Draco’s gaze flicked to yours, his eyes narrowing just slightly.
You stood there, fiddling with your gloves while you watched your mother guide Draco away for a talk. So you just waited, the black beret sitting snugly on top of your head. You didn’t know what to do. Surely you knew how to get on different kinds of magical transportations, but the Hogwarts Express? That’s something completely new. New, and yet thrilling.
Staring and already planning a plan B for if you happened to not walk through the wall, you felt a cold hand on your shoulder that made you jump in shock.
‘You’ll do fine. You come from the finest sort, do not let others, creatures beneath you, tell you otherwise.’ Your father murmured, barely moving his mouth while he stared down at you.
‘Now go, you still need time to find some seats or something in common. Go.’ He turned around swiftly, his black cloak making a swooshing noise before getting drowned out by the last whistle of the departing train.
‘Let’s go, or will you stay here? I’m not going to wait any longer, I still need to find Crabbe and Goyle..’ Draco scoffed under his breath and had already turned around, two suitcases in both of his hands.
‘And you say you don’t care about them..’ You sighed and walked to his side, the bricked wall close enough to feel the coldness radiating from it.
‘I do NOT! And why am I even carrying your suitcase? You’re not seven anymore, you can do it yourself!’ He sputtered, a barely visible blush dusting his sharp cheekbones.
You simply smiled at the short interaction, taking the luggage that was meant to be yours, the silver crest of a snake shining beneath your fingers.
‘So.. how I do this..? Just walk through? What if I bump my head against the wall-‘
‘If you’re just going to stand here and do nothing, then yes, you will most likely bump your head since you have missed the train. Now cmon, people are going to stare.’
Bracing yourself for the worst, you screwed your eyes shut and started taking big steps, the heels of your shoes clicking against the stone floor. Your hand clutched your bag tightly, afraid that it might somehow slip or hinder your chances of landing at the desired station.
‘Draco- how much longer am I supposed to walk?’
‘If you want to walk into a stranger, take a few more steps. Don’t let me stop you.’
At that you opened your eyes, and in fact, you were just about to bump into a stranger.
A wizard.
A wizard!
Joy and relief overwhelmed your chest, knees almost buckling at the stress you had just felt.
Your eyes began to greedily take in each and every small thing, the way the sunlight seemed to shine just a bit brighter on this side than it seemed to do on the other. The way wizards and witches of all kinds, sorts and nationalities were walking about and talking about their kids and their upcoming year at Hogwarts.
The way first-year students were shaking like leaves at the thought of going to a school that was internationally known.
In a way, you felt like you were 11 as well.
‘Get it on! This way you’re actually going to miss the train, and I’m not going to sympathise with you. It’s already embarrassing enough to walk around with you mingling between my legs.’ Draco groaned in a way that made your head hurt. Was he ever going to change? It seemed like that would be impossible.
Draco guided you through the crowds of people, all the while telling you about things you were supposed to know.
‘The Slytherin dungeons are located all the way down in the castle, next to the Hufflepuff common room. Do not be tempted to walk into the kitchens by yourself. Ask a Hufflepuff or a friend of a friend. I will tell you who your friends are.’ Draco gave you a sharp glance that made you feel a bit intimidated and slightly weirded out. Surely he was just saying that he will “tell” you who your friends were going to be..
‘Gryffindor and Ravenclaws are at the highest towers of the castle, but that just means Peeves is already making their lives miserable. He is always in the Divination room creeping up on Trelawney.’
‘Who is Peeves?’ You asked with an incredulous expression. A beast? A troll?!
‘A ghost. Do not mess with him. I made a deal with him so- Don’t. Mess. With him.’ You almost walked into Draco’s back as he suddenly stopped walking completely.
‘So yeah. I feel like I told you everything you need to know. And oh, have I told you not to talk to the Weasleys or Potter? Or Merlin forgive, don’t speak with Granger.’
‘But why?’ You furrowed your eyes at that. Were they some kind of difficult kids with troubled childhoods that you didn’t know anything about? Oh god.. why were you so uneducated about all of this..?!
‘They’re beneath us. Wouldn’t want to get caught talking with a few weasels that buy their stuff second-hand…’
The tone with which Draco spoke about his fellow classmates made your skin itch. Why was he always like that? Why couldn’t he be nicer, and why couldn’t your parents educate him more about kindness..?
‘Alright. From here on, you’ll go alone. I’m sure that you’ll be able to get around. And if someone asks you, you don’t know me.’
‘But we have the same last name..?’
‘Well- you don’t know me for now..’
And so the white ferret boy went, leaving you next to a large window of an even larger train, where a little boy was pulling an ugly face at you from his compartment. You made an even uglier face that made the boy laugh soundly before eventually leaving the boy with his friends alone. Not that he minded.
-
‘Mate, we will definitely miss the train if you don’t move faster!’
‘I’m trying..!’ Harry grumbled under his breath, his suitcase lying on the ground as his knee pushed against it and tried to close it. Blame his mother and the fact that she packed too many of his favourite sweets.
‘Cmon now-‘
‘Ron! If you want to get going, do something! If Granger was here-‘
‘-she’d hex your bollocks of, that’s what she would do. Ugh! Just let me take it!’ Ron scoffed and swiftly picked up Harry’s open luggage, a tie falling out on the ground as he ran.
They were horribly late, and by 'horribly late' that means that the second whistle was already two minutes ago, meaning that the train would be departing this second.
‘Harry!’ Ron screamed as the crowd swallowed them up, parting their ways.
‘What?’
‘D’you think we’ll make it?!’
‘What?!’ Harry yelled again, picking up the clothes that were falling behind.
‘Do you think we’ll make it!’
‘What?!!’ He screeched again, ducking once again to pick up a shirt that was once again on the ground, his glasses slipping further down his nose.
‘Watch out..!’
‘Wha-‘
bam!!
-
‘Watch out!’
One second you were still peacefully walking, the next you were sprawled on the ground, with what seemed to be a sock on your face.
‘..god..’ You meekly responded, legs and backside screeching from pain and slight embarrassment, picking up the piece of clothing in sheer hopes that it was freshly washed and not already worn.
‘Bleeding hell..’ Ron muttered as he watched the scene. His best friend with no glasses on, lying on the ground, with his hands on-
‘Hands off!’ You screamed, pushing the poor and flustered guy off, while picking up your own luggage.
‘Wait-! I can explain..!’ Harry tried, though he could only blearily look up at your departing form. Or at least what he hoped was your departing form, he really couldn’t see anything without his glasses on..
‘Mate come on now, or else we won’t find any seats..’ Ron helped Harry get up, still sporting the blush from the embarrassment he and his friend had just experienced.
‘But the girl-‘
‘There’s no time! And even if you find her again, I’m sure that you’ll have an opportunity to apologise and not behave like a twat..’
‘I’m no twat..!’
‘Sure you’re not, be happy that Granger is not here to scold you..’
Oh boy.. what has he gotten himself into..?
An embarrassing situation and a mystery girl hating his guts… just what he needed for a great start for a fresh year.
Synopsis: Harry should know better than to date a Malfoy. But the heart never rests, and it knows what it wants. So he supposes that he can make an exception… Malfoy!reader
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Cherry Chapstick
The Boy Who Lived and Draco Malfoy are known to hate each to the core, but what about another Malfoy loving Harry Potter with the same intensity? It’s good that Harry likes the colour red and that he’s a Gryffindor, because there’s no way that he would actually get out of the ‘Harry Potter Wears Lipsticks’ situation without a bit of his smugness. The second best thing is Draco’s expression, after he finds out his darling sister dates his nemesis… (꩜♡)
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 A mess. -> Prelude to ‘Cherry Chapstick’!
First year at Hogwarts? More like first time entering King’s Cross Station and already getting hit on! Draco was right, Potter and the Weasleys were not your friends! But what could he do, when all his things were scattered about and he was about to miss his train? Well, maybe next time he should act like a gentleman first… (ᯓ✦)
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