#regulusarcblack

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first of all: yes you may use my art as your phone bg! i appreciate that you asked and took the time to do so, so thank you for that :) and yes it was my birthday recently, on the 10th of October! thank you for the well wishes!!!

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Omfg i love u???? Pls be my bff

Here have a picture of my cat!

Regulus Black x reader - Harry Potter inspo: “It’s my job to protect you.” “Yea!? How are you gonna do that if you’re dead, huh?” // for the mood: Shawn Mendes - A Little Too Much

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“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” You heard the boy you love the first time, but you still couldn’t believe your ears. Regulus sighed, knowing what bothered you exactly. He pulled you in so that you were leaning against his chest. As he rested his chin on your head, his heart thumped madly. “I’m sorry, but I have to,” Reg finally spoke, “I've got to stop him before he can hurt more people.”

“There must be someone else who can do that, Reg,” you pleaded, breaking free of his embrace. “Besides, you’re one of his death eaters, you know the consequences!”

“It also means that I know how to find the locket and destroy it. Being a death eater also made you a target, and I can’t live with that. It’s my job to protect you, y/n.” His sincere grey eyes bored into yours, and you felt teardrops traveling to your chin. “Yea!? How are you gonna do that if you’re dead, huh?” You scoffed and choked on your words. Regulus cupped your cheeks, eyes guilty of hurting you this way. He inhaled, “and why are you so set to believe that I won’t be back?”

“You’re a brilliant wizard, Reg, but it’s Voldemort you’re taking on.” You lower your eyes, but he drew your face closer, just inches away from his, “I promise you, I won’t die, y/n y/m/n y/l/n. I love you.” 

“I love you, too, Regulus Arcturus Black. I’ll always wait for you.” You replied before he kissed you, dulling all your senses except one—the feeling of him. His light aftershave that reminds you of fresh laundry, lemongrass, and misty winter air. His ironed white shirt that you have wrinkled and unbuttoned so many times. His slightly muscular arms that had comforted you more times that you could count. His wavy black hair that your fingers nested in. The warmth of his body, the freckles on the bridge of his nose, the way he loved you...

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oh boy here we go lol

Larry- A+++++++

Narry- A

Stony- A+ (although civil war kinda ruined mcu stony for me…)

Destiel- B (I haven’t really watched Supernatural but I do like this ship) 

Bucktasha- B

Tony/Peter- A+ 

Spideypool- A+ 

Drarry, Sirem, Spirk, T’pura- N/A 

Ahaha. I did not expect any response to that random announcement post. The pressure is on. <3 <3 <3

So, like... None of the above? It’s not a crossover, so it won’t have any Star Trek characters in it.  And Lala, the bigger Star Trek fan of the two of us, confessed that she’s no good with stardates, so we’re not even going to worry too much about timeline overlap.

That said, I know that Lala most especially loves Voyager, DS9 and the Reboot. I think. So it’ll be most heavily influenced by those.

She could've gagged, his words running around her head and mingling with the rain cluttering outside. Don't hate me for it.

And it wasn't such that she hated him, of course — it was it, it, it, it!

Frozen and sickness and poison and denial. Red and black and grey glazed her sight and she racked a dry sob as he stood pathetically looking down at her. So, here it was and here it went. She should've known. He'd shrugged her away when she'd touched his arm and he was vaguely distant and she didn't miss the way he sat with the Slytherins. She knew what it all meant, of course. She knew the duties and rules and prejudice.

Maybe it had all been a lie.

Lily rocked on her toes and closed her eyes, trying not to feel his presence right beside her. She wanted to tell him to leave — leave forever — but words seemed to have got lost on the way to her tongue and instead they stood silent in the rain and the sadness.

She could not reach his eyes, that sparkled like ice in the summer and created an illusion like coal in winter. Right now they were sort of empty, and she didn't even want to think that — but the connection was unmistakable. They looked down at her red head and were empty with naivety.

They stood there as she shook her head over and over and muttered words that were inaudible. And then, "Lily." And, "don't." And, "I get it if you hate me." And, "but, but that's the problem, isn't it? I d-don't." And, "you should." And, "m-maybe, I'll learn to." And then the proper tears came. And just like Lily liked to think along with many things, she also liked to think that she didn't cry often. She did quietly into her pillow a couple months back when Nanny died, and when she wasn't as tall as present. But these were dry and hurting gasps for air that pulsated through her particles and clutched at her lungs. And Regulus Arcturus Black was causing it, and she hated it.

Whether it was a matter of hating him, she wasn't so sure, but it was certain that the black writhing mess on his wrist that moved like a snake, she hated.

She heaved and choked and as his hands shot forwards to touch her, she jerked away like he was toxic and she would die with one touch of his. And then it was a fuzzy chaotic mess as she shouted unprocessed words at him about trust and, and love, and he crumbled and tugged his sleeve down and watched her as she took the first step to hating him. And, "I'm sorry." But not, "it's okay." Just a whirl of angry red as she leaves.