#dark regulus

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At the age of twenty-two, you felt like life had completely been perfect. How it could get any better than this - well, it couldn't in your mind. Your boyfriend was to be home within the hour, a testament he made earlier this morning. 7PM sharp, he would be here.

So, you began to work on his favorite dish. The door bell rang making you stop the cutting that your magic was doing all over the room as you moved out of the kitchen to the front door. A huge smile plastered on your face as you giggled out, "Sirius, did you forget your key again? You know the spell-" Your eyes finally met with ones similar to your own, your parents. "Hello.."

"Let us in, dear. It is freezing out here!"

Not that you didn't love your parents, in fact you love them with all your heart - but you weren't expecting them. "What are you doing here?"

"Can't we just visit our daughter?" Your father asked the snowflakes immediately melting as he casted a spell to dry himself and your mother off.

"Of course, it just caught me a bit - ya know, off guard is all."

They smiled gently at you before giving a grim look to one another. "There is a urgent matter, that is why we are here."

"Whatever is the matter?" The enchanted coat rack reached out to grab their coats as they shrugged them off.

Their eyes refused to meet your own as they stared back at each other as if speaking through them. When they chose not to say a word, your eyebrows furrowed. "Well, out with it please. If you've come all this way, surely it is of the utmost importance."

"Yes, well, you see," Your mother started to speak but cut herself off with her own eyebrows furrowing. You turned to your father who looked like he'd seen a ghost.

"We- You're to be married to Regulus Black this upcoming Spring."

"What?"

"It is, you know - not without great difficulty to do such a thing but we had no choice. We owe their family a huge debt, one that can be paid off if you marry Regulus Black."

You laughed bitterly before grinding your teeth together. "Surely you didn't."

"We apologize but please you have to understand they threatened us."

"Threatened you?" Your anger diminished slight at the newfound information.

"When we, of course, refused to agree to the proposal - they went off the handle preparing to kill us and turn us over to you-know-who for harboring the information from The Orders whereabouts."

You felt like a dementor had come through your window and had stolen your soul at the moment. Why had they been so adamant about you? They knew that Sirius was your boyfriend, perhaps it was all a cruel plan to get back at him for leaving.

"I cannot marry a man I do not love, I barely spoke to the boy in school."

Both of your parents got on their knees, their eyes pleading. "Please."

The guilt ate you alive, if you refused your family would be brought to him where they would be tortured for information about anything and everything. "I will not marry him, but I will let you set up a meeting. Maybe they would listen to reason if I was there."

They stood from where they had previously been groveling, their lips pressing kisses to your cheeks. Their own cheeks had tears cascading down them. "We will figure it out, we will set up the meeting. We love you."

They almost immediately left the house after saying so, running into your boyfriend with small short greetings. He ran inside your shared placed with a smile. "Hello, love. Might I say, you look rather-" His eyes narrowed taking in the sight of your face. "What is the matter?" He rushed over to you, grabbing your hands.

"Your mind is about to be blown, I mean it."

"Is it? My other head wouldn't mind being blown either." He tried to make the situation light hearted but it only ended with you smacking his chest.

"I'm being serious."

"How can you be serious when I am him?" He chuckled out making you roll your eyes before smiling.

"Sirius!"

"Alright, alright - what is bothering my beloved so?" He placed multiple little kisses all over your face as he awaited your answer. You sighed contently before bringing yourself back to reality. The house of Black had threatened your family with such cruelty it left you feeling sick.

"Your family."

"My family?"

"Yes, they threatened to take my family in front of you-know-who to be tortured if I do not marry your brother."

His face seemed to morph into many different emotions before settling on a very unnerving one. "They did, did they?"

You nodded. "I have already told my parents no, but I would speak with them about this little debacle."

"I would like to go with you when you do, teach them a lesson to not mess with my girl."

You smiled at him, a gentle and reassuring one. "Sirius, I think it would be best if I went alone but-"

"What? Why?"

"You think your family would take my proposition over the marriage if you were there?"

Instead of being offended, Sirius merely laughed loudly. "I suppose you're right as always, love."

"Something you seem to forget about a lot."

His laughter once again rung throughout the small home. "Right you are once again. What proposition are thinking of making?"

"I don't know yet, I will ask my family what exactly is owed so that I know the severity of the whole ordeal."

"I know you're a smart girl but I worry they might hurt you if you go alone. Bring someone, anyone - please." He lips brushed against your knuckles, kissing them ever so gently before kissing up your arm. His kisses eventually led to your mouth, the kiss the ensued was full of passion. His tongue fought against your own for dominance.

"Love, say it please."

"Say what?"

"Say you won't go alone."

"I won't."

His stormy grey eyes stared up at you as his kisses began to wonder farther below until he reached the skirt you were wearing. His kisses pressed onto your clothed heat, making you arch from the warmness of his lips. "I don't know what I would do without you," He started as his fingers slowly slid your panties off your body. "Without her."

Her? Oh, he was referencing to your pussy. His tongue took one long swipe up before his mouth covered the top part of your pussy, sucking on it hard making you wince but cry out at the same time. Your fingers ran through his hair, gripping at it occasionally.

"I would kill them all if they even touched a single strand of hair on your body." He spoke once more, pulling away before sticking one finger inside of you then another.

You were too lost in pleasure to fully understand his words. "Sirius, oh fuck-"

His fingers were stretching you out so much with his other hand was drawing out his name on your clit. "That's it, love." He felt your walls tightening around his fingers, with your toes curling and eyes rolling back. "You can't marry him, he would never get you like this." He stared down at you from the bridge of his nose, it would look almost terrifying if you didn't know him. But you did, he was your Sirius.

"Sirius, don't talk like that please." He removed his hands, licking up the juice from both fingers.

"Fuck, love- you always taste so perfect, so mine." He completely ignored you as he continued to lick his fingers clean. He looked like a hungry dog when given scraps as he did so. The zipper to his own pants was pulled down by you, but he finished taking it all off before lining himself to push himself inside you.

"If I get you pregnant, they would have to find someone else for their little reggie." His thrust in was gentle, caring but after you got used to the stretch - they became rough and erratic. "Who do they think they are? This fucking pussy is mine, you're mine. Your laughter, your smile, your-"

"Sirius, please - it's all yours." You felt the building pressure once more as he relentlessly kept hitting the certain spot that had you moaning and shaking.

"That's right, it's all mine." His thrusts slowed slight as his eyes closed and a groan left his lips. "My pretty girl." You felt him twitching inside of you as he stopped completely, he looked so ethereal like this. His long black hair was messily hanging off his shoulders, his eyes shut.

"My pretty boy."

His eyes opened as he smiled at you. "That I am. Now, let's get you cleaned up. I'll finish making dinner after, yeah?" His arms wrapped underneath you, picking you up with such ease it scared you. The hold was bridal style; so ironic it nearly made you laugh.

One thing was for sure, if you had to meet them tomorrow you wouldn't be able to walk. Maybe that was Sirius's plan all along though, you wouldn't put it past him.

As the night progressed, Sirius snoring was all that could be heard with his arm lazily around your stomach. Your eyes stared at the enchanted ceiling, the stars from it shone bright. You had barely spoken to Regulus in all your time at Hogwarts, not only that but you were a Gryffindor. Doesn't the Black family hate Gryffindors and all they stand for?

You're pretty sure they hate anyone who wasn't like them though, that was evident with Regulus one of the times you had come across him. One particular time, you did stand up for him but how could he even remember it was his first year while it was your third.

There was four or five times all together that you could think of ever actually speaking to him.

1972

The sound of children laughter run throughout the corridors, but your eyes remained on the first year that sat by the lake. His eyes seemed very sad as he slouched over, a small sigh from what you could tell left his lips. How could someone so young be so upset?

That is why you decided to go see what was wrong. A wide smile played at your lips as you jumped scared him making him jump slightly before scowling.

"What do you want?" He asked, his grey eyes staring at you with annoyance.

"Just wanted to see if I could sit with you is all."

"No you may not." He huffed out with a roll of his eyes before returning to moping. You nodded at him.

"Thank you, kind sir." You said to him as you plopped yourself down beside him despite his protests. "I heard if you look sad enough by the black lake - the sirens will lure you in to eat you."

"Do you typically believe in such fantasies? I heard that if someone is annoying you - the werewolves will eat them for you." His sarcastic tone made you grimace before laughing.

"I guess I will be getting eaten by a big bad wolf then, no?"

A small smile almost made its way to his face but he scowled at the last moment. "Yes, so - leave me be."

"Alright, alright. I'm [Name] [Last Name] by the way."

"I do not wish to give you my name now go, you're disturbing me."

He sure was a snobbish little boy. "Very well, have a good day make sure the sirens stay away by having a smile on your face."

"Shove off."

Your laughter followed you unaware of the eyes that did as well.

1975

The Yule Ball was around the corner many students rushed to get dates and outfits for the occasion - one of those people included yourself. Thankfully, a certain someone you had a crush on for a while had asked you to the dance. Sirius Black, at least - that is what you thought.

You had received a note the previous day.

Attend the Yule Ball with me, you won't regret it in the slightest I can assure you.

- Black

Of course, you wrote back a yes immediately tying it to the owl that flew in your window. You felt so ecstatic - Sirius had asked you to the dance. The though of it left you too excited to sleep, you wanted to celebrate with a little sweet treat from the kitchens.

Carefully wandering around the corridors, it would be scary if you weren't hyped up on the thought of dancing with the most eligible boy in your year - your house at that. The most handsome boy you had ever seen before, your eyes scanned the area before they landed on the sight of the kitchen doors.

A small smile formed on your lips as you opened them, your eyes widened in shock when you saw some Slytherins in there. If you knew any better, they were a few years younger than you.

"{Name}!"

You looked at the black haired boy who beamed your way, he walked towards you and grabbed your hands. "I was quite pleased when you agreed to-"

The confusion wore off when a loud crash took you from it, you whipped your head to his friends that were fighting over a piece of food. You chuckled lightly before removing your hands from Regulus's. "I guess there is no more food left then?"

"Not when your friends are as fat as mine are."

"We heard that!" They screamed at him, Regulus stared at you smiling softly.

"As I was saying-"

You gasped and smiled at him. "Your brother invited me to the dance, isn't that amazing?"

"....what?" His face dropped.

You shook that thought from your mind. You hated the way his face had dropped, you never knew why either.

1976

This was the year you graduate, a splendid one at that. Every 7th year was glowing - some were not due to the fact of the exams. You had no reason to really worry, studies had typically come natural to you besides your boyfriend is the best tutor.

He already taught you so much within the past year of being together - your face heated up at certain thoughts. "Get your mind out of the gutter, [last name]." You spoke to yourself before running into someone nearly falling from the impact but you managed to stay grounded.

"Sorry-" Your eyes met with Regulus Black who only stared down at you, his eyes seemed to burn a hole through your own. Truly, a very intimidating man. If Sirius had turned out like that, you couldn't imagine the fear he would instill in people.

"Oh, little black. Sorry to run into you, I wasn't thinking."

"Oh, I know I heard your little tiff with yourself."

You smiled at him brightly. "I suppose you just have to put yourself in place."

"You're very odd."

"Thank you."

"You're not typically my brothers type, I find it odd that you're odd."

You laughed at that before abruptly stopping. Not his brothers type? What does that mean?

"What do you mean, reggie?"

He never seemed to quarrel with you when you gave him stupid little nicknames, after learning his name you just took it upon yourself to bestow him with so many.

"Nothing to concern yourself with. Would you like to accompany me to the dining hall? I am quite famished."

"You speak like an old man, ya know that - don't you oh wise one?" You followed beside him as the two of you walked towards the food.

"Says the old lady."

"Old lady? Excuse me, I am seventeen years old - I still have my whole life ahead of me, young man."

"If you say so."

You both stared at one another before letting out chuckles. "Well then listen to your elder, I don't wish to be called old."

"I don't wish to be called many things yet you call me them anyways."

"That is very offensive, all my nicknames are made with love and sincerity."

A small, short smile spread across his face. "With love, huh?"

"Yes, my dear-" A yelp left your lips as you were pulled roughly in the opposite direction of where you were headed. Regulus head snapped quickly to see what happened only to come face to face with Sirius - who looked very pissed off.

"I've told you to leave her alone, Regulus." Sirius grabbed ahold of your wrist dragging you behind him - far away from his little brother.

"He's exactly like my family, ya know? It's best you stay away from him, he's no good." He finally spoke to you, as he stopped after putting quite the distance between the Slytherin and the two of you.

And so you listened, you had no real connection to the younger boy anyways.

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There were occasional times you found the other Black staring at you, but you would always play it off that it was because you were dating his older brother. Siblings get curious about who their sibling is dating - so you never thought much into it. You still don't, you think perhaps this was a move by his mother. That woman hated Sirius for being a so-called blood traitor. You supposed you never knew why he stared before you started dating his brother though.

You stopped to think more about all your encounters with the younger sibling, the one whom your family wanted you to marry. Perhaps, there was more times than those three you randomly thought of. You constantly did pass by him giving him little nicknames, occasionally chatting here and there in between classes, even laughing at a mishap in the library together. You felt your mind tightening like it was fighting you as you tried to remember all those years ago - most of them were a blur.

Perhaps Regulus Black was your friend if you thought hard enough about it, one you never spoke to again after leaving Hogwarts. Maybe this was actually his way to get back at you for ignoring him all these years, hopefully not. Hopefully, he would see reason where his parents did not.

With that thought in mind, you cuddled into your boyfriend for warmth which he instinctively pulled you closer. Tomorrow was a new day, always.

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The time had come for you to visit your family - ask them what they owe to the most ancient house of Black. Perhaps, if it were low enough you could pay it off with time instead of selling yourself out. It wasn't uncommon for other pureblood families to put each other in binds so that they owe them - most of the time it did end up in marriage alongside other little offerings. What more can a person give than their own daughter or son?

"Mum?" You voice rang out in the nearly empty mansion; the furniture was there but no souls seem to occupy it. "Hmm, I guess no one is home."

That was what you had thought until the sound of people speaking to one another could be heard, you rounded the corner to head in the direction when a voice spoke.

"Here to annoy me for the rest of my given life?" Your eyes landed on the tall man that looked similar to your boyfriend, only less handsome. A smug smirk was displayed on his face, making you roll your eyes and cross your arms.

"Quite the opposite, I am here to propose a better idea."

You were unaware of how his eyes sharpened as those words left your mouth, or the way his jaw tightened. His blue, icy eyes seem to darken at the idea of you even thinking about denying him the marriage he has wanted since his first year of Hogwarts.

A/N: I am a fucking freak and love yandere stories so this part two will be out before any of my others more than likely lmaooo 😭

But you still couldn’t grasp the meaning of Regulus’ wandering hand and suggestive tone, ignoring his advances completely as your mind was occupied with trying to conspicuously draw information from him. You hadn’t managed to deceive him.

The eagerness to help was to make up for your feelings of inadequacy, he knew that, but the glimmering eyes and growing pupils that would look up at him as you nodded your head, thanking him for allowing you to help made his mind spin with thoughts. His fantasies plagued his mind more often than he cared to admit, embarrassed by the subject of his desire and the fact that he was somehow still yearning when he could just have you.

Regulus expected immediate reciprocation of his fervent touch but instead, he was pushed away mere seconds after his lips touched yours, tongue invading your mouth to taste you instantly. His brow raised as he kept a grip on your shoulder, taking in your widened eyes and your wet lips.

The taste of your lips lingered on his tongue as he stared at you, ears filled with cotton as words flew from your mouth. He cared very little about what you had to say but he loved to watch your mouth tumble open as you fumbled your words before stopping to lick your lips, collecting the remnants of his spit.

He leaned in again, a breathy, "relax," fanning your neck as he pecked the delicate skin he had been waiting to mark. You squirmed, wiggling out of his grasp and staring at him in disbelief with an underlying tinge of fear.

Regulus' patience was already running thin. He was just trying to get off before returning his focus to serving the Dark Lord. You were a useless squib who should've been begging for his touch, realizing that was the only way you were useful.

His wand pressed against your throat and the imperius curse was on his tongue as he pinned you to the wall. Your eyes glazed over, hands dropping to your sides and pleads coming to a halt. You were awaiting his command.

"Are you done?" He asked, condescension dripping from his tone.

You nodded dumbly, "yes."

"Are you gonna let me use you now, squib?" You blinked as he leaned in closer, "you gonna spread those legs for me?"

Another nod, "yes."

"You're a dumb little thing, aren't you?" he murmured, cupping your pretty face. "Kiss me."

Your eyes flickered to lips for a second before you tilted your face upwards, mouth puckered cutely as you pressed your lips to his. It was a light peck, over much too quickly. Regulus licked his lips as you leaned away from him.

"You can do better than that," he said, "kiss me like you mean it."

You leaned back in, giving him a desperate open-mouthed kiss. Your tongue met his, caressing the muscle with your own before you pulled away, suckling on it. Regulus groaned, of course you'd be a good little slut. What else could a weak girl like you possibly be good at?

You looked at him expectantly, lashes fluttering as you as you leaned back in. He could feel your thighs press together, hips moving as he began to slowly grind against you.

His hands slid down your body, bunching around the hem of your skirt and pushing it downwards, "get rid of it."

You obeyed, pressing your thighs together as your cunt was revealed. He took a deep breath, grabbing your face once again to connect your lips and somehow his movements were even more desperate than before as his hand reached your heat. You were so much warmer and softer than he imagined. You tightened around his fingers instantly as he moved you towards your bed.

The head of his cock, poked at your pussy as his tongue roamed your useless mouth. You stayed still, almost in a paralyzed state as his hands roamed your skin and his cock humped the lips of your core.

Your body jolted and you gasped, a tremble moving up your body as a high whine left your lips. Regulus pulled away instantly, catching the final seconds of your orgasm. Your lips were still parted, visibly swollen and your eyes were glazed, struggling to stay open as all the air escaped your lungs.

He felt disgusted by himself for feeling the need to see you do it again. He wanted to watch the way your body changed as you felt the climax building until it reached it's peak. He wanted to feel your body tense and your hole clench around his cock as he fucked into you.

Regulus found your opening easily, slipping in even easier with the help of your dripping slick. Your thighs shook and tried to close instinctively. "Stop," he muttered, "keep them nice and wide."

He relished in the way your pussy pulsed around him and tears began to fill your waterline, no doubt from the sensitivity of your orgasm lingering and the intrusion of his cock becoming deeper with every thrust of his hips.

You felt amazing, an obedient little slut forced to obey his every wish. Regulus thought all squibs should be met with this fate. But no other hole would feel as delicious as you and your warmth.

You came again, fingers digging into the sheets as your back arched and you convulsed. You were even prettier the second time, empty eyes dripping crystals. He felt himself getting closer to his own orgasm as his hips pounded into you sloppily.

You came from a pureblooded family that believed in equality for everyone, so you always figured your soulmate might be adjacent to those same beliefs. The soulmate mark would appear on your twenty first birt4bhday which so happens to be around the corner.

Multiple pureblooded families were coming to celebrate with your family as they were well known and well liked despite their beliefs. Your family did hold a lot of power in the Wizarding world, that is probably why the others just accepted the way you thought.

You invited your friends as well which consisted of every kind of witch and wizard. Muggleborns had always fascinated you the most, you loved to learn about the way they grew up. Perhaps you learned it from your mother and father who had quite a handful of muggleborn friends themselves.

You kind of hoped that your soulmate was not a pureblood solely for the fact that pureblooded men were possessive when it came to their soulmate. Like a second instinct to cause them to freak out at any sign of a threat. You would give credit where it was due, your father worked for years on himself before pursuing your mother. She waited patiently for him too. You would love a love like that but unfortunately not every man has that willpower.

Your heart twisted when your mother announced that the Crouchs, Blacks, and Rosiers were going to be attending. They were just looking for their next breeding cow.

Those families only cared about pureblood status. They more than likely were hoping it would turn out their son was your soulmate. It was quite odd that neither of them had found said soulmate, they were twenty-three. I guess that is not that far from your age, but you dreamed you could find him right away. How agonizing it would be just to know that they were out there but no way to find them.

BIRTHDAY TIME

Your family had woken you up with a big breakfast in bed. This is something you would miss when you had to leave home, their never-ending love. This was going to be the best birthday ever; you just knew it!

You looked at your wrist; it already had the mark on it. Something so intricate, you were sure your soulmate had to be a distinguished gentleman.

Getting dressed up for the party was the most fun, you always loved getting dolled up with muggle music. You couldn't wait until you had someone to share that with.

Your mother stood in the doorway of your room with a gentle smile. "My, how you have grown into yourself. No matter what happens tonight, you will always be welcomed at home."

"We don't even know if I will find my soulmate tonight, I love the confidence though!" You both shared a laugh.

The dress you decided to put on was absolutely beautiful. Very elegant but stylish. It was how you would describe yourself if you were a piece of clothing.

You would make your appearance after all guests had arrived. A dramatic entrance was what you were going for, you were your house in Hogwarts for a reason! Everyone could be dramatic though, simply human nature.

Your mind began to race at the thought of your soulmate being downstairs waiting for your arrival. Gosh, you wish you hadn't chosen to be so flamboyant with your descent into the party now.

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As you did make your way down the grand staircase in your house, you felt every eye on you as whispers began. It was like the muggle movies you loved to watch.

Three boy you recognized as Regulus Black, Evan Rosier and Barty Crouch Jr all stood next to one another glancing you over. Their whispers to one another made your skin litter with bumps at the shiver of anxiousness. You're almost fairly certain they all had joined he who must not be named whilst still attending Hogwarts. They were two years your elder, so you barely interacted with any of them in school. Occasional greetings that meant nothing to you.

As the party commenced at your appearance, people kept coming up to wish you a happy birthday casting glances at your wrist. They tried to make it discreet, not really though. If you had the same mark as their son's, they would jump at the opportunity to get you married at once.

"May I have the next dance?" A voice asked you from behind you making you slightly gasp at not even knowing they were there.

Regulus Black. A very handsome man, black curly locks and the same grey eyes all his family had. You used to have a slight crush on his older brother, Sirius Black, even though he was very much older than you.

"You may."

"I am most appreciative of the acceptance." It seemed like a routine, but you offered a gentle smile to him. This boy would do anything to make his family happy.

You did not like his belief system either. It would be rude to turn him down without knowing him truly. That is how you were raised, don't judge a book by its cover.

The dance began with the said boy, your arms held up to each other but not touching. Your eyes widened at the mark that was poking out of his long sleeve outfit. He only stared at you with no expression, did he already know it was you?

He realized what he was doing and offered a smile. Willingly you accepted it, this was your soulmate! Luck was definitely on your side, this was amazing. A handsome man was your soulmate; was he gentle though?

The dance ended faster than you had anticipated, Regulus grabbed ahold on your hand to drag you out to the balcony that overlooked your family garden. Some of the plants have been there since the house was built in the 1500s kept alive through love and magic.

Your eyes looked over your soulmate. God, he was so handsome it was making you subconscious about your appearance now.

"I would like to get to know you before we get married."

"I wouldn't have it any other way, darling."

He froze at the pet name you gave him. "Don't call me that until we have an established relationship, please."

He walked off of the balcony leaving you a smiling mess. You began to do a little dance and laugh at the situation. He was going to try to get his possessive nature under control like your father did! This was truly the luckiest life anyone could ask for.

1st Date moments

To say it was tense and awkward was an understatement. His family seemed thrilled that you were his soulmate, a rich pureblood with a powerful family. It made Regulus look even better to his mother congratulating him on not turning out like his blood traitor brother.

This information was kept from you, of course. Didn't need you backing out for any reason, a new heir would be born to them from you soon enough.

You were too entranced by Regulus and his beauty to really focus on how much of a red flag he truly was. "It was enchanting to meet you the other night, you have grown out of that little girl you were at Hogwarts." It seemed like his words were rehearsed once again but you paid no mind to it.

This was your soulmate. He had to feel the love immediately like you did, thats just how it worked didn't it?

Don't rush into it. Your mother's word of advice came into mind at that moment. Your smile fell slightly but picked back up when Regulus grabbed ahold of your hand.

"Where to first?" He asked with a newfound tone in his voice. You couldnt place what it was though. The way his hand felt around yours made your mind too fuzzy to think.

He took you to the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade, it brought back memories of your friends. Softly sighing as you looked it over with a small smile on your lips.

"Is something the matter?"

"Not at all, just brings back fond memories."

"Oh."

The awkwardness came creeping back in for some reason, was it supposed to be this awkward with your soulmate?

2nd Date Moments

Even with the awkwardness of the last date, you agreed to go out again two weeks later with him. He was your soulmate after all.

You decided to go with an outfit that showed off more skin than typical this time. It was modest still in your opinion, a cute little outfit. You smiled at you looked yourself over in the mirror, running down the stairs so you could greet Regulus when he got here.

He was taking you to just walk around and windows shop in Diagon Alley. This would be a perfect date, you would do what it took to make it so.

When he first saw what you were wearing, you could have sworn his jaw clenched. It was probably just your imagination, right? Still he did smile at you as he took your hand and led you to your designated area.

After the afternoon was seemingly going well, less awkwardness more laughter, you both decided to go back to the Three Broomsticks.

You only wished you hadn't done so. Some man looked at you a little too long for Regulus liking causing him to go completely mental. Curses were being thrown between the two, Regulus was winning for the most part. He didn't have a scratch on him, you just felt utterly embarrassed.

"Regulus-"

His eyes snapped to you as if warning you. The way he looked at you made you want to vomit, it was intense. "If you look at my wife again, I will make sure I use more than just unforgivable curses on you, mudblood."

You didnt hear what he whispered to the man whatsoever but you weren't sure you really wanted to. He was scaring you as well as others around. His hand grasped the side of your face in an almost loving manner, but it was darker than that. More like a possessive claim on you, something everyone was watching.

"Sorry, love. It was like I couldn't control my emotions."

With that you forgave him, maybe he was still trying to work on that issue.

Sixth Date Moments

The jealousy he gave off anytime a threat appeared was endless. You still forgave him no matter how many times someone got hurt. It seemed like you were just going to have to get used to it until he finally got it under control.

That leads to this moment, you're pinned underneath him moaning out his name.

"You're mine."

You thought it was endearing so you responded to him , "I'm yours."

He growled almost animalistic in response. "Fuck, you are. You belong with- to me. I will kill anyone who looks at you again."

You didn't understand why but his words only made you wetter. His thrusts were becoming more harsh now as if thinking of someone looking at you. It wasn't that big of a deal if someone glanced at you?

Not all the time would it be because you're attractive; some people are just curious by nature.

After he left his marks all over your body, you got the courage to finally bring it up.

"Regulus, why do you get so upset when someone just glances at me?"

"You're my soulmate, not theirs. It makes me mad when people think they can look at what belongs to me as if they want to take you away."

"I would never leave you or choose anyone over you, you know this dont you?" It was the truth, anyone who left their soulmate was dumb in your opinion. How naive you are.

He smiled gently as he played with your hair, you were laying on top of his chest smiling up at him. It seemed like a genuine smile now.

"I would hurt everyone you loved if you did."

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you."

"Nothing of importance, dear."

Random Moments

Your head lay in your fiance lap as he read the newspaper, you stared up at him with a smile. He didn't even look down at you to know what you were thinking.

"I will not be participating, if you want to put on your muggle make up and music go ahead."

"Please, darling~ I will make you the prettiest girl to exist!"

"No. I have a meeting to attend to later, I simply can't do it today." The truth was he just didn't want to get dolled up. What would his family think if they saw him?

"You can't escape this forever, I'll be waiting in the shadows when you least expect it."

Regulus leaned down to kiss your forehead. "I have no doubt in my mind when it comes to that." He teased.

Bachelorette Party

Your friends gathered at your house as they had plans to pre-game before stepping out into the night. You wanted to celebrate in the Muggle world because you figured it would be more fun. Regulus barely let you go now for some odd reason.

He claimed he wasn't prejudice like his family contrary to popular belief so you believed him. That is why it didn't make sense when he got mad when you mentioned Muggle and Muggleborn friends.

That did not matter at this moment to you, you were such a light weight. The sting of alcohol went down your throat as your friends cheered you on.

"Alright, ladies. Let's hit the town!"

Everyone cheered on in agreement.

"Clubbing? With Muggles? This is exciting!" One of your pureblooded friends said, her family was like yours as well less influential but nonetheless.

You smiled widely. You had never been to a club before let alone a Muggle one. There were some very cute Muggle boys you have come across over the years growing up. You had almost wished one was your soulmate until you met Regulus. Your Regulus was the most handsome man you have ever seen in your life, you count yourself quite lucky.

After clubbing with your friends, you all were a little tipsy as you made your way back to your family mansion. One of your friends tried to apparate home but ended up on the other side of the street causing a fit of laughter to erupt.

That was until you could have sworn you saw a familiar face watching you from the shadows. Was that Regulus? The figure caught notice of you looking at him so he turned away. Stranger more like it.

You all continued your way until a few muggle boys passed by. One of your friends was the bold type when drunk so she whistled at them. "I wouldn't mind some muggle love tonight!"

They exchanged looks, probably wondering what muggle meant, until they came up to your friend group. It looked like there was enough of them to match your friend group.

"Would you like to accompany us to a little get together?" These boys were gentlemen like your Regulus.

One of them was looking at you as if debating on asking a question. It seemed he finally gained the courage as he called your name in a question.

"Huh? Oh my Merlin, is that you Tom?" Your smile widened as you notice the boy in front of you as your childhood friend. Your parents were friend with some Muggles as well meaning this boy was over for some playdates in the past. You hugged him as he hugged you back. He picked you up to spin you as laughed. "Look at you! You're getting married? Remember when we used to play house and you forced me to be the wife?"

Your laughter echoed off the alleyway that was beside you. "I do! Oh my, I don't know why you agreed to that. I even put my princess tiara on you because you were my-"

"Princess!" The both of you said at the same time with a chuckle.

"You held me down and pointed a stick at me saying you would use it if you had to. Not sure why I was so terrified of that but I was!"

The two of you began to catch up on your lives while you friends and the other boys watched ahead to wherever you were headed. That stick wasn't even a wand but you treated it as such.

He brought up the fact you used to call him your soulmate, so he belonged to you by default. "That was a pretty toxic and intense marriage. I am beginning to feel a little pity for your husband."

Your heart stopped for a second, recounting his words. That was how Regulus treated you now as adults, but he actually is your soulmate. Tom seemed to notice the way you stopped before patting you on the shoulder. "I was only joking, I'm sorry if what I said was insensitive. Forgive me?"

He hadn't done anything wrong. You nodded shyly, "That's alright, I didn't mind the joke!"

"Then what has you troubled?"

"It's nothing, let's go have some fun!"

The fun was a bunch of muggles playing games amongst themselves, still a good way to sober up before going home.

Wedding Day

You haven't seen Regulus for a few days, something that didn't happen often. But its better this way, it could be even more luck for the wedding!

Your wedding dress was originally your mother's with few tweaking to your liking. You hoped that Regulus would start crying when he saw you like you saw so many people do before in movies. It was going to be like a fairytale.

That was until you saw his expression as you walked down the aisle with your father holding your arm. Your eyes shifted to the way his jaw was clenched, his fist was as well. His eyes showed the anger he had when he was fighting people who looked at you. What was wrong? It was your wedding, people were going to look at you.

Your father whispered in your ear. "Say the word and I will call the wedding off."

You giggled at him trying to calm your nerves. "I think Regulus would lose his mind if I did so."

"I'm afraid you're right, a very jealous boy he is. That doesn't change the fact that if you want to run away you can, I wont judge you."

If you wanted to run away you can.

This was your soulmate, you couldn't abandon him. Not at the alter, that was one your biggest fears. Soulmate rejection was not an easy acceptance for people which is why it rarely happened. Besides you had already accepted it by sleeping with him multiple times, if you didn't you could have that option.

You shook that thought from your head. Quit being like this, this is your soulmate, your Regulus. This feeling was always in the back of your mind, that the relationship wasn't right but you quickly shot it down. Ultimately betraying yourself at the end of the day.

"Do you take - to be your wife, in sickness and health?"

"I do."

"Do you take Regulus Black to be your husband, in sickness and health?" Your eyes shot to your parents, scared. Scanning the crowd frantically, you saw Tom in the crowd smiling warmly for you. If only he had been your soulmate, that would have felt right.

Someone object please. Someone please, I'm scared.

"Miss?"

"I do."

Your mind was trying to save you again for some reason. The kiss that Regulus gave you was rough, almost angry with you for taking so long to say I do. He picked you up bridal style and walked back down the aisle. Everyone cheered throwing the flowers that had been thrown about by the flower girl.

The reception would be the best part, friends and families dancing and having fun.

Regulus carried you all the way to a hidden room. "What are we doing in here, darling?" As he set you down on a desk in the room, you grabbed his hands.

"I need you right now."

"Oh, right now? But there are people-"

"Now."

He got in between your legs spreading them apart, lifting the dress back for you to hold yourself. His fingers went to your underwear that was the same color as your dress, you moaned a little when you felt his fingertips on you.

He looked up at you as he pulled them off you. "She's so beautiful, so mine." You didnt know if he was talking about you or what his fingers were preoccupied with.

The way his voice sounded made you almost moan, god was he always this desperate for it? He began to lick up, taking in all of you before he began sucking. Your moans could be heard from doors down if anyone came to this part of the building. As you were reaching your orgasm, he suddenly pulled away.

"Why the fuck are you cheating on me with a muggle no less?"

Your eyes shot open from being closed in pleasure. "What are you talking about, love?"

"Don't love me, I saw you hugging that disgusting specimen. How could you even let a Muggle touch you?"

"Regulus, I did not cheat on you. He is a family friend since childhood, that is all. I swear-"

"Liar! I saw the way your eyes shot to him when you hesitated. No matter I told you if I you tried to leave I would hurt the ones you loved."

"What are you talking about Regulus? Please, I dont understand. I love you, not him, please believe me."

"I do believe you but I believe he also took advantage of my wife so he needs to pay."

"Wh-"

"You said he is just a childhood friend, you must love him do you not? He took advantage of that love to make you betray me."

"No, he didn't I swear. He-"

"Do not defend him!"

The reception was void of you and your now husband, people made jokes that he couldnt wait to get you in bed.

His own family had disappeared later that night before the others but so did Tom.

Black Manor

Your husband had you forced to sit on the sofa in the family room. Your eyes shifted from his pacing form to the door, you should have taken your father up on that offer. Regulus was scaring you, you're afraid he would kill you if you said the wrong thing.

His mother and father appeared in the door alongside his cousin Bellatrix holding a beaten up Tom.

Your eyes widened at the state he was in, shooting up to run over to him but Regulus held you back.

"Don't you even dare, he will pay for trying to take you away. Filthy muggle."

"Please, what is going on?" His eyes locked onto yours as your husband held you back. He tried to get up to help you making his family cast a Crucio spell on the poor man.

He screamed in pain as his body withered on the ground. Regulus took his turn as his mother and cousin held you back now.

Multiple uses of this curse made you sob for your old friend. Even more when his screams got louder when Regulus started writing Muggle into his skin.

"Please!" You cried out for Regulus to stop making his attention go to you.

"You want to take the anger I feel?"

You nodded your head, anything to stop hearing them torture your friend.

"How courageous of you."

This time the spells hit you as you laid almost side by side with Tom who reached for you despite the pain he was going through.

Regulus kicked his hand away and picked you up like he did after your wedding only this time you couldn't move. The pain was unbearable, Tom stayed screaming though.

The screams lasted all night long until you heard Bellatrix laugh in a scary way. "He's finally dead! He's dead! Haha"

Oh god.

Your eyes remained opened glued to the ceiling as Regulus was beside you asleep as if this was nothing to him. Killing an innocent person was nothing to him. You felt sick to your stomach, you tried to stand up but the pain was still there from the hours of torture he put you through. He only stopped the bleeding not the pain, he said you deserved it for letting another man touch you.

His eyes opened immediately when he felt you move anyways. "What do you need, love?"

You began to sob at the gentleness he gave you. What a monster. He sat up from his laying position, wiping away your tears.

"I want to go home."

"This is your home, we're married now. Did you already forget?" He was playing it off like it was a joke but you knew he meant it. This was your home now, these evil people were now your in laws.

The red signs have always been there but you were too clouded by thoughts of love. You really did betray yourself, your body has always been warning you the moment you walked down the stairs on your birthday. He rubbed circles into your back as your sobs were endless.

"I love you."

"...I love you too." Too scared to not respond, he might grab another person you loved to do the same thing they had done with Tom.

He leans back, closing his eyes, to feel the wind on his face enjoying their well-earned peace. He opens them to watch his son giggle to himself as he slashes the air with his toy, the kite following the movement only seconds after. Harry stops and runs back, squealing with laughter.

"He seems to be enjoying himself," James says with amusement. Regulus turns to watch his husband leave the kitchen carrying their lunch on a tray. It looks like some sandwiches and a large pitcher of juice. A few sheep made of broccoli are piled on one side of a plate- James' latest attempt to convince Harry to eat his vegetables.

Harry won't eat those. He'll just play farmer with them. Regulus thinks, amused but keeps that bit of information to himself. He instead sits up, curling his legs towards him on the lodging chair, as James quickly sits up a table for them. He's not wearing a shirt, and Regulus' eyes run appreciative over his body.

His eyes trace the Dark Mark on James' forearm before dropping to the add-ons chains that wrap around James' torso. He adores those chains and loves tracing them with his fingers and tongue when Harry sleeps because they are physical evidence that James is his.

James Potter's tattooed chains, which originate from the Dark Mark, are why he will never be able to step one foot off the ten acres of land the Dark Lord graciously let them live on. His son has a similar ward inked onto his skin, but Harry's originates from the collar-like band around his neck- a Mark all unpure blood must wear under Lord Voldemort's rule.

Harry is a half-blood due to his Mudblood mother, whom Regulus made disappear only hours after she gave birth to his son. She did put up one hell of a duel, but ultimately she had been too weak to fight him off, and she died in the hospital wing for new mothers.

As far as James knows, that magic-stealer died in childbirth, and while he struggled to love the cause of her so-called death- poor little Harry had to earn his father's love- Regulus had appeared to support him in his darkest time.

Turning him to the dark while he helped put James back together again made sense. He was everything the other man needed, and only a few sweet words had him seeing that Lord Voldemort was trying to save magic from the unpure.

Harry is unpure- a half-blood, so he had to be branded. Of course, Regulus took him in and made him a son rather than the slave other half-bloods were destined to be, but he always had a soft spot for his servants. It took James until Harry was five before he got over the child being the end of his wife and stopped glaring at the child. He even plays with him sometimes now.

It was only because Harry had started to copy Regulus that he finally saw his new pure-blooded partner in the miniature version of himself.

Regulus fought long and hard in the war, which meant he had some of the Dark Lord's ears. After killing his blood traitor of a brother and locating the hideout of the Order- a small group of resistance fighters Sirius had foolishly joined- he asked his great leader if he could retire to raise his family in peace.

Lord Voldemort allowed it under the condition James and Harry Potter would be cut off from the rest of the world. It suited Regulus just fine- at that point, James was a shell of who he once was, and Harry couldn't even form a sentence yet. He made the deal exchanging his ancestral home and all within it, was given this plot of land, and took his family to live in the countryside where the screams of war could not reach them.

Of course, he leaves it occasionally to attend Death Eater meetings, but with the fall of the ministry, there wasn't much who could stand in their way anymore.

His husband will never know what became of his once home- Regulus makes sure that he has no outside contact with the world. As far as James knew, the war still raged on and Regulus was bravely keeping them safe by venturing the battlefield for them. The chains were meant to hide and protect them, not keep them trapped there. He would die with that belief.

Regulus has killed for less after all.