synopsis: when you swear your boyfriend, regulus, has dimples no one believes you, that is until he walks in and proves everyone wrong.
warnings: pure fluff, mentions of cold demeanor, some mild language, grumpy x sunshine kinda?
w/c: 3k
a/n: my headcanon is that regulus has dimples!!! i said what i said guys, argue with me !! also this has been in my drafts for a good 7 months </3
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"Regulus Black does not have dimples!"
Sirius declares for the third time that afternoon, sprawled across the common room sofa with his legs thrown carelessly over James’s lap, his voice carrying that unbothered arrogance he wielded like a second skin.
"You’re hallucinating."
You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest as you stand firm before the Marauders, unyielding in your defiance. Mary is nestled against Remus’s shoulder, her eyes glimmering with barely-contained amusement as if she knows something the others don’t.
"I am not hallucinating," you retort, voice dripping with indignation, hands finding your hips in a stance that borders on stubbornness. "I’ve seen them! They’re right here."
You jab your own cheeks for emphasis, fingers pressing into the softness just beneath your eyes, and the room erupts into snorts and muffled laughter, your so-called friends delighting in your apparent delusion.
But you know the truth. You have seen them—the delicate crescents that carve themselves into his cheeks when he smiles in that unguarded way, soft and fleeting, like moonlight filtering through darkened leaves. It is a secret you hold close to your heart, something sacred and untouched, for Regulus Black is not supposed to smile like that. Not according to them.
To everyone else, he is sharp lines and cold eyes, distant and unyielding, a boy forged from winter’s breath and brittle starlight. His name drips from their tongues like a warning, a reminder of ancient bloodlines and whispered expectations. But you know better. You have seen the way his eyes soften when you laugh, the way his hands hesitate before touching yours as if afraid he might shatter something precious.
Regulus Black, to you, is soft edges and hidden warmth, tenderness folded into the corners of his smile, something gentle and achingly beautiful beneath the surface. They could not see it, would not believe it, but you did. You always did.
"Darling," James begins, slipping into his most condescending tone as he tilts his glasses down the bridge of his nose to peer at you properly, eyes alight with mischief. "I’ve known Reggie since fourth year, and not once have I ever seen a dimple. Not even a suggestion of one."
He is wrong, you think, pressing your lips together to keep the secret tucked safely in your heart.
They do not know the way Regulus looks at you when no one is watching, how his gaze softens like the edge of dawn, or how his laugh—rare and unbidden—blooms like a flower in the dark. They do not know that Regulus Black, for all his coldness, holds sunlight in his smile, and you are one of the very few who has ever been allowed to see it.
"That’s because you’re not paying attention," you shoot back, arms crossing defensively. "He does this little smile sometimes, it’s soft and kind of lopsided, and there’s this tiny dimple right here—" you poke your cheek again, more insistently, as if the physicality might convince them. "I swear, it’s like magic."
"Or madness," Remus suggests mildly, and Mary dissolves into laughter, her curls shaking as she leans further into him.
"I mean, we’re talking about Regulus Black here, right? My-face-is-carved-from-stone Regulus Black?"
"Maybe it’s just a shadow," Sirius chimes in, inspecting his nails with a grin that teeters on smugness. He hardly even glances up, as if the matter is too trivial for his full attention.
"A trick of the light. Or you’ve been hexed. Definitely hexed. I bet it’s a dimple jinx. You see fake dimples, fall madly in love." His grin widens, eyes glinting with mischief, and the others snicker at the notion.
"I have not been hexed!" you cry, voice pitching higher in your indignation, but your outburst only seems to spur their laughter further.
The sound spills into the room like the crackle of firewood, unrestrained and merry, and you stand at the center of it all, defiant and unyielding. "I’m telling you, I’ve seen them. He has dimples!"
"Right," James nods, his expression shifting to exaggerated seriousness as he claps a hand on your shoulder, eyes sparkling with that brand of Marauder mischief that rarely bodes well.
"And I’m secretly the heir to the Malfoy fortune."
"Stop it." you protest, your hands flying to your hips as if that might root your argument more firmly in truth.
"He has dimples. If you look closely, you’ll see them!"
They laugh again, the sound bubbling up like champagne flutes clinking together, indulgent and disbelieving. But you only hold your ground, chin tilted upward with all the stubbornness of someone who has glimpsed something magical and refuses to let it be reduced to smoke and shadows.
Because you know. You have seen the way Regulus’s face softens when he lets his guard slip, how those tiny, secret dimples blossom at the edges of his smile like something fragile and hidden from the rest of the world. It is not a trick of the light, not some fleeting mirage conjured by wishful thinking.
It is real. He is real. And maybe, just maybe, they have never looked closely enough.
"He does not," Sirius says flatly. "I would know. I’ve seen that miserable mug for seventeen years straight, and not once has it ever hinted at joy. If he’s smiling for you, you might want to check if he’s choking."
"You don’t know everything about him," you snap back, and it’s a bit more pointed than you intended, because Sirius’s expression shifts for the briefest moment, but then he’s back to smirking, one brow arched.
"Oh, I know enough. And I know that my miserable little brother is physically incapable of producing dimples. It would require smiling first. Which is practically illegal for him, by the way. Pretty sure he signed a contract with Death himself."
"He does smile," you argue. "Just... not around you lot."
Mary’s eyes light up at that, and she sits up a little straighter, nudging Remus. "Not around us, huh? Just around you?"
You hesitate, heat creeping up your neck. "Well… yeah. I suppose." At their expressions, you quickly add, "That’s not weird!"
"It’s a little weird," Remus says thoughtfully. "I mean, I’ve never seen him smile like that." He looks to Sirius for confirmation, who just shakes his head.
"Me neither," Sirius agrees. "And if he was going to be grinning like a lovesick idiot, I feel like I’d know. Or maybe you just have some sort of freaky dimple-seeing ability. Is that a thing? Can we get that checked?"
"Maybe he only smiles for her," Mary sing-songs, and you swat at her, cheeks blazing. "What? I’m just saying!"
You cross your arms tighter over your chest, frustration curling hot and sharp beneath your ribs. You know what you saw. It wasn’t magic or shadows or madness. It was Regulus, soft and unguarded in a way that felt almost secret. A piece of him reserved just for you, like a glimpse behind the curtain of a play only you were meant to watch.
But they wouldn’t believe you. They couldn’t. Because to them, Regulus was all sharp edges and cold stares, impenetrable as stone. But to you, he was something else entirely.
You saw the parts he kept hidden—the softness, the ache, the way his eyes would linger when he thought you weren’t looking. The way his fingers brushed yours just a bit too long when he handed you your books, the way he stood a little closer than necessary when you walked side by side. His dimples were proof of it. Proof of the parts of him that were gentle and real and yours.
"I’m not making it up," you murmur stubbornly, softer this time, almost like you’re telling it to yourself.
James leans back, stretching his legs out in front of him. "You know, I almost want you to be right. I’ve never seen Regulus with dimples before. I think it would break my brain."
The room is still shaking with laughter when the portrait door swings open. It is a subtle thing, just the soft groan of hinges and the hush of movement, but you feel it like an echo in your bones. Your gaze snaps up before you can help it, the breath stalling in your lungs as if caught between heartbeats.
There he is, Regulus Black, framed in the doorway like he has stepped out of a painting, shadows and light playing across his features in sharp relief.
He is ice and elegance, his gaze sweeping over the room with cool detachment, the sort of look that makes even Sirius go still. His brother’s grin falters, an instinctual pause as if the air has been sucked from the room.
Regulus’s eyes flicker over them, James’s raised brow, Sirius’s smirk half-frozen in place, Remus’s unbothered calm, but there is nothing there, not even a nod of acknowledgment. His expression is marble-carved, beautiful and unyielding.
But then his gaze finds yours, and it softens, melts like snow beneath the first touch of spring. His eyes brighten, lips twitching at the corners, and suddenly it is like you are the only two people in the room. The change is breathtaking, the kind of transformation that feels like stepping into sunlight after days of rain.
Without thinking, you are already moving, feet carrying you across the room as if pulled by some invisible thread.
"Regulus," you breathe, and the way his name falls from your lips feels like unspooling thread, like the first sigh of spring. His expression softens entirely, something delicate and aching sparking behind his eyes as you practically throw yourself into his arms. He catches you easily, arms winding around your waist, steady and certain, like he has been waiting for you his entire life.
Your hands are in his hair before you realize it, fingertips grazing the base of his neck as you pull back just enough to look at him properly. His smile is still there, still hovering at the edges, and it is soft and real and yours.
"I missed you," you whisper, half a confession, half a prayer, and as soon as the words leave your lips, it happens.
A tiny crease, delicate and almost imperceptible, blooms on his left cheek, like the first hint of dawn breaking over a dark horizon.
A dimple, soft and secret, there and gone in a heartbeat, as if it only exists for you.
"I missed you too, amour," he murmurs, his gaze flicking over your face like he is memorizing it. "You have no idea."
There is a tension in the room, thick and breathless, as if the very walls are leaning in to listen, the crackle of the fire muted under the weight of disbelief.
The Marauders and Mary are watching with wide eyes, suspended between fascination and utter incredulity, as if the scene before them is too tender, too impossibly soft to be real.
Regulus Black—aloof and unyielding, frost-kissed and sharp-edged—is holding you like something sacred, his arms wrapped around you with a gentleness that seems to contradict everything they thought they knew of him. His thumb brushes across your cheek, feather-light and reverent, as though you are made of something finer than bone and breath, something worth protecting.
And then he smiles—just a fraction more—but it is enough.
You do not even realize what you are doing; your body moves before your mind catches up, and you lean up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, quick and soft and so achingly familiar it feels like slipping into an old memory. He blinks, eyes flickering with surprise, but you do not pull away.
You lean in again, pressing your lips to his other cheek, right where his smile deepens, and it happens—a twin to the first, blooming on the opposite cheek as if coaxed into existence by your touch alone.
A second dimple, tender and unmistakable, carved into his pale skin like it had been waiting there all along, hidden just beneath the surface.
You are not the only one who notices.
Behind you, there is the unmistakable sound of someone choking on their own breath, followed by a very loud, "What the hell?" from James, his voice pitched somewhere between awe and utter disbelief.
Regulus glances up, his gaze catching on James, who is staring as if he has just witnessed stone turn to gold, like magic itself has unfolded right in front of him.
Sirius is uncharacteristically silent, eyes narrowed in something akin to suspicion or maybe even wonder, while James’s jaw is completely unhinged, glasses slipping precariously down the bridge of his nose.
Remus is blinking rapidly, as if trying to clear away a mirage, mouth slightly parted in surprise. And Mary—sweet, sharp-eyed Mary—looks positively gleeful, her grin spreading slow and wicked as she nudges Remus sharply in the ribs, her eyes dancing with triumph.
"I told you," she mouths, lips curving around each word with delight.
Because it is true.
There is no need to look closely, no need to squint or peer beneath shadows—Regulus Black’s dimples are right there, clear as daylight and twice as warm, so stunningly visible that they might as well have been carved out of starlight.
They blossom wide and unguarded, softening the sharp lines of his face, and for a heartbeat, he is not the boy forged from winter’s chill and midnight silence. He is something brighter, something softer, and it is plain to see that with you, he is allowed to be gentle.
"I told you!" you practically crow, turning back to face them while still locked in Regulus’s arms. "I told you he has dimples!"
Sirius remains silent, watching with something like suspicion, but James looks like he has seen a ghost.
James is still staring. "I think I need to sit down."
"You are sitting down," Remus points out.
"I think I need to sit down lower," James clarifies faintly.
But you are not paying attention to them anymore, because Regulus is looking at you with that same impossible smile, both dimples still lingering like promises.
His hand cups your cheek, thumb stroking a gentle line across your skin. "You told them about my dimples?" he asks, voice low and edged with amusement.
You nod, breathless and unashamed. "I did. And they did not believe me."
His smile softens, stretching wider, and both dimples deepen like secret doorways to some hidden softness that only you are allowed to see.
He leans in, the space between you shrinking until his breath mingles with yours, and his voice drops to a low, velvety murmur meant only for you.
"You really should not spend so much time with Gryffindors," he whispers, his tone laced with quiet disdain that is more habit than heart, though his gaze remains warm and unyielding, crafted entirely for you. "I think they are starting to rub off on you." His eyes glimmer with amusement, but there is something else there too, something tender that settles in the quiet curve of his smile.
Your laughter spills out, bright and unrestrained, like the first crack of sunlight through winter clouds, and before you know it, your hands are tugging him closer, closing whatever space remains.
In that moment, it is just you and him, suspended in the fragile stillness that belongs only to the two of you, where the rest of the world feels distant and unimportant, something to be dealt with later.
For now, there is only this: his smile, his dimples carved like promises into his cheeks, and the gentle, unwavering warmth of his arms around you, holding you close as if he is terrified of letting go, as if this is a vow whispered into the spaces between heartbeats.
The truth is, Sirius had always known that Regulus had dimples.
He had known for years, had seen the faint creases carve themselves into his brother’s cheeks on the rarest of occasions, like fleeting whispers of a softer world beneath the ice.
But the thing is, those dimples only ever appeared when Regulus was around you, when your laughter spilled into the room like sunlight or when your name slipped from his mouth with that unguarded tenderness that seemed to unravel something deep and hidden in him.
It was as though the universe had woven this small, delicate fragment of softness solely for you to uncover, a secret threaded carefully into the very fabric of him, waiting patiently for your hands to find it, to hold it like something sacred and fragile and wholly yours.
summary: you never believed in fate until you met regulus black.
warnings: none
a/n: i love regulus black sm with all my heart and soulll, also i've been in a fluffy mood lately can you tell???
“Merlin.” You whispered as you held the pregnancy test in your hand, stomach churning at the two positive lines that were drawn on.
Immense happiness filled your body before the dread came…how were you going to tell him?
Regulus lay in your shared bed, his dark hair tousled against the pillow. You stumbled out of the bathroom, head spinning from the new knowledge that had been bestowed upon you. Everything seemed surreal.
The morning sickness had been relentless, the missed period a silent alarm that something was amiss. Yet, the reality of it all hit you like a ton of bricks as you stood there, clutching the bathroom door frame for support. You and Regulus hadn’t even come close to discussing the topic of children. The both of you had basically just graduated from Hogwarts and the engagement ring that sat on your finger was the symbol of a promise of a life together.
Regulus glanced up from his book, concern etched into his features as he took in your distressed state. "Are you alright, love?" His voice was laced with worry, eyebrows furrowing as he approached you. "You don't look well."
Your throat felt dry, parched even. Your fingers were trembling as you felt tears prick your eyes. Merlin, what if he didn’t want the baby? Regulus was so young and so were you, having a child was something you hadn't even begun to fathom.
“Y/n, darling?” There was a moment as his eyes caught sight of the object in your trembling hands, his expression shifted from confusion to realization. “Is that…?”
His voice trailed off, eyes widening in astonishment when you nodded in approval. A wave of happiness washed over him and he felt warmth spread throughout his chest. His joy, however, was quickly tempered by concern as tears continued to streak down your face.
“Love, what’s wrong? Isn’t this meant to be a happy occasion? You’re pregnant!” He asked softly, bringing you to sit on the edge of the bed, his arm around you. “Do you not want the baby?”
“No! Of course I want the baby!” You shouted, voice cracking. “It’s just…we’re so young Reggie and we’re getting married soon, I don’t want to walk down the aisle looking like a fucking whale.” You wailed like a banshee and your fiancé broke out in laughter.
“You are not going to look like a fucking whale darling, and we can postpone the wedding if it makes you feel any better, I’ll wait forever for you.” He cooed as he gave you a kiss. The tears didn’t stop but you felt happier. “I’ve always wanted a family and the journey we’re going to have together will be amazing. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”
“What if you love the baby more than me?”
“Not possible, I could never love anyone more than I love you.” He cupped your cheeks, adoring the way you acted like a petulant child at times.
You sniffled, hands rubbing your belly. “I can’t believe it…”
Regulus's smile widened, his eyes alight with a newfound brightness. "Believe it or not, love, but fate has a funny way of bringing us together." He teased, his playful demeanor bringing a smile to your lips.
“Fuck that shit, I don’t believe in fate.”
“Love, we’re literally a witch and a wizard.”
“Still don’t believe in it, you know me Reg.”
Regulus rolled his eyes, pushing you down onto the bed gently, peppering your face with sweet kisses. You could see the ways his eyes sparkled with something new. His smile was brighter than ever and his cheeks were rosy. You felt a new batch of tears brimming at your eyes and you soon started to cry again.
“Y/n?” He asked, wiping your tears away with his hand. “Are these tears happy or sad?”
“I just l-love you so much.” You sobbed. “I fucking love you Regulus Black.”
He bit his lip to hide the joyous laughter that was bubbling up inside of him but a chuckle escaped from his lips. You smacked his arm as a scowl took over your features.
“You prick, I’m here confessing my love to you and you’re laughing!”
Regulus bursted into laughter before summoning a mirror for you to look at your reflection. Your eyes were swollen and quite evident that you had been crying. Your hair was frazzled and all over the place.
“Even though you look like a mess, I still love you.”
"Good." You replied, a grin spreading across your face despite the lingering tears. "You're getting married to me."
//
Amidst the cheers and celebration, you and your newly-wed husband stood hand in hand, surrounded by friends and family. Little Leo, just five months old, nestled in your arms, his wide eyes already reflecting the familiar stormy grey of Regulus'.
“How’s little Leo doing?” Your husband cooed at your son and he giggled, tiny hands latching onto Regulus’ finger. “Me and Mama just got married. She’s officially Mrs Black now.”
Your heart melted at the words he said. The long dinner table was seated with chattering guests and you thought now was the perfect time to finally say the speech you had been preparing. Regulus still hadn’t a clue about what you were going to say so this was all going to be a surprise.
Passing Leo into Regulus' loving arms, you pressed a kiss to your son's forehead before rising to your feet. The room fell silent as all eyes turned to you, curiosity and anticipation flickering in their gazes, including Regulus' and Leo's.
“Hi everyone.” You gave the faces you knew for decades a wave. “I've been waiting for this moment to share something I've wanted to say for a long time.”
You saw the way your husband’s face was knitted with confusion and you couldn’t suppress the grin that took over your face.
"Regulus Black, you have always been, and always will be, the light of my life. From the moment we met at eleven to this day at twenty-one, time has flown by, but my love for you has only grown stronger. You've given me the greatest joys in life, and I will never stop cherishing you. We've faced hardships together, but with you by my side, I know we can overcome anything. I cannot wait to continue this journey with you, raising our son together."
You could see the emotion welling in Regulus' eyes as you spoke, his expression mirroring the depth of your love.
“I used to say I didn’t believe in fate, that was a lie. I believed in fate the moment I met you Reg, you made me believe in it. We are destined for each other and I hope that I spend every second of my life with you. Fate brought us together and it will keep us together. Our family of three.”
You finished your speech and you saw Regulus’ eyes fill with tears as he got up and kissed you deeply without hesitation. The room erupted in cheers and congratulations, the love and happiness palpable in the air.
“We have fate to thank for this I guess.” He smiled as he rested his forehead against yours.
Tears were now running down your face as you gave your husband another kiss. Your gaze shifted to your son, cradled in Regulus' arms, and then back to your husband, a wave of love washing over you.
SUM : after a boggart class, you rush to Regulus for comfort. The only thing is… the grumpy slytherin doesn’t really know how to comfort someone. Thankfully James is there.
TAGS. : grumpy regulus ; sunshine reader ; gryffindor reader ; sunshine character seeking comfort in grumpy character trope ; remus approval secured ; sirius needs some convincing ; regulus needs a hug ; but reader needs it more in this fic ; regulus not wanting to admit stuff ; regulus sucks at emotions ; james being a lowkey but loud and panicky wingman ; protective james ; protective regulus
LENGTH : 1.2k
PART 0.5 (PREQUEL)
“What. The. Fuck…” Sirius exclaims only to receive a hit upside the head by Remus who also pins him with a warning glare, “What?!” the eldest Black brother shouts and gestures to the unbelievable display happening before them, “Shouldn’t you be the one demanding answers? Usually she goes to you for this!”
Instead of answering him, Remus fixes an unreadable stare onto the scene happening before him; trying his hardest to suppress the smile tugging at his lips. Finally his suspicions were confirmed and he was happy to witness its conclusion. It was about time.
Yes, he was the person you typically sought comfort from when distressed and he was more than happy to be that person for you, however, he’s seen your longing glances and has witnessed many of the one-sided conversations you’ve had with the silent, grumpy slytherin — who was the complete opposite of you in demeanour and attitude. It’s an interesting sight seeing you constantly approach him with your bright smile, sweet face and sparkling eyes, a contrast to his notorious emotionless and cold disposition.
Some people who’ve also witnessed your interactions with Regulus Black couldn’t understand why you were so persistent when he barely said a word back and scarcely showed any interest in return to your friendly advances. They thought you were crazy but you were so bubbly and sweet with everyone, they assumed that it’s just a part of your nature to approach even those who were deemed unapproachable.
And Regulus Black is unapproachable. To everyone — except you.
Regulus never understood you.
Usually, whenever someone brave enough to approach him started conversation, they would get so turned off by his aloofness that they would cut the interaction short and move on. Those that continued to persist, received a glare and offensive remark, which finally shook them off and out of his personal space.
But you.
You love his personal space. He couldn’t so-easily push you away like the others. Your tenacity rivalled the stubbornness of a bull — it was quite admirable. You weren’t deterred by his aloofness nor his ice-cold glare and snide remark. Secretly he was grateful. He’s grown to love your company (though he’d never say it out loud) ever since you shot down his attempt at forcing distance between the two of you.
“Why would you say that? That’s so mean,” your pout was adorable, “and stop trying to look scary,” you poke your finger between his brows and ease the creases in his skin from his glare, “it doesn’t work when you have such a pretty face,”
Pretty…
You love calling him that, although he’d argue that the flattering term suited you much more than him. Growing up, he was told to despise Gryffindors; his brother was the only exception until you came along with your pretty smile, pretty eyes, pretty nose, pretty hair, pretty voice, pretty lips — pretty everything!
…he’d never admit it out loud, however.
He’d never admit a lot of things out loud when it came to you. Maybe that’s why he hardly said anything when you were around him. At least he doesn’t scowl as much anymore, he just holds a blank stare whilst trying to stop a smile from taking over his face.
He likes listening to you a lot more than he does anyone else and appreciates your company very much, even if it’s just to listen to you talk about your day and all the things you’ve done; how you loved the omelette they served for breakfast, how you really wanted to learn how to ride a broom but were terrified of heights, how your favourite subject was astrology and eagerly waited for each lesson, how you love his company and being close to him.
He loves it too, being close to you. You’re warm and soft and he loves your fragrance. Surprisingly, it’s not as sickly sweet as he’d once imagined (and dreaded). Rather, you smelled perfectly floral with a hint of piquant spice that was unique to you. It wasn’t intoxicating, instead, it was calming and Regulus was addicted to the peace you were able to bring into his chaotic life, a life that remained jumbled with no help from his Gryffindor brother, his only brother, someone he still deeply but silently adored.
Regulus appreciated you for being able to give him regular updates on his estranged brother since you were pretty good friends with the Marauders. You were especially close to Remus, which you admitted was due to his level-headedness and calmness. You explained to him that being around such stolid characters were comforting to you because their presence was reassuring. Regulus didn’t understand your reasoning. Although it could be because a creeping jealousy had coloured his eyes green for the tall brunette he had never had the pleasure of officially meeting. Nevertheless, it answered his question on why you so often gravitated towards Remus, especially when distressed.
So… why were you desperately clinging to him when Remus was just across the courtyard?
James was in a frenzy. He had been worried ever since this morning. Ever since meeting you, he had grown to see you as his younger sister and with that, came a an urge to protect you from all things physical and intangible. Therefore, it was only natural for his senses to flood with worry as soon as you mentioned ‘boggart’ over your a plate of your favourite omelette at breakfast. You were going to have your boggart lesson for DADA today.
Consumed by worry, James had rushed to the courtyard as soon as morning classes were over and desperately searched the crowd for you. Remus tried to assure him, confident in your courage as a fellow Gryffindor but that wasn’t enough to quell his anxiety for your condition.
His apprehension was for good reason, it seemed, because for the first time ever! There were tears in your eyes. You were crying. You were sad. Sad enough to sob in someone’s arms. In Regulus Black’s arms!
“WhAt ARe yOU DoING?!” James shouts, his voice cracking and fluctuating from his panicked state as his hands grip and pull at his untamed locks.
For the first time ever, Regulus stutters, “I-I—…uhh!”
James’ eyes widen at Regulus’ shaking hands, hanging suspended in the air, his fingers twitching slightly from his hesitation and inexperience with comforting someone, “YOU IDIOT!” only James Potter would have the nerve to call Regulus Black an ‘idiot’.
In his eyes, James was watching his precious baby sister, who he loves to pieces, sob into the arms of someone she wanted comfort from but had no clue how to comfort her, “HOLD HER!” James demands, “HURRY!”
Finally…FINALLY Regulus hugs you back, one hand on the back of your head to softly pet your hair down as his other circles around your waist and pulls you close. He feels you sob into his shoulder as your shaking hands cling onto the back of his button up shirt. When he focuses on your trembling sobs and usually sorrowful form, an ache takes hold of his heart and he finds himself clinging onto you.
You don’t deserve to cry. You’re far too precious and sweet to deserve experiencing such distress. Whoever did this to you, once he finds the culprit, will have hell to pay…
As soon as you feel the secure squeeze of Regulus’ arms around you, your shaking sobs slowly reduce to pitiful hiccups and faint sniffles. Beside your ear, Regulus whispers soft, kind assurances and you’ve never felt so safe. It escapes you that Regulus was actually speak to you instead of the other way around.
“It’s okay, my flower…” your heart leaps in your chest, “you’re going to be okay; I’m here for you,”
A/N : i had this idea and parts of it written ages ago and rediscovered it while i was on holiday — finally! i got to finish it haha! i hope you lovelies enjoy, this turned out better than i originally imagined it to go
Hi I was wondering if you could possibly make a cute regulus oneshot where regulus is just admiring the reader and compliments them in french knowing the reader doesn't understand. I love your posts so much. Hope you have a good day! 🌷🌟
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Thank you lovely! enjoy 💕
Another sigh falls from your lips as you stretch your arms before laying down against the soft picnic blanket, the feeling of the material against your skin only elicits another sigh which in turn makes Regulus let out a breathy chuckle, looking down at you with soft eyes.
“Are you okay?” He asks pushing your hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear, he smiles, an expression overflowing with love. You look up at him, your hand shielding your eyes from the afternoon sun as it casts down against you both, and you notice the way its orangey light dusts against his skin making him glow, just like an angel.
“Yeah, m’just getting a little tired” you whisper, and you watch as he lays down on his front, chin propped up on his elbows. He looks down at you and there’s something in his expression that melts you completely.
He leans down to press a kiss or two against your jaw and then another to the corner of your mouth, smiling into the small peck. Regulus never fails to make you go all giddy, the small touches and his love-filled eyes, that have you hiding your face behind your hands.
You can hear him 'tut' slightly as his fingers wrap around your wrist, the warmth of his hand against yours as he guides them away from your face.
“There we go,” he says with a smile, the sight has your chest blooming with warmth. He leans into you once again before whispering, “Tu es tres jolie” his lips peppering kisses against your face, and you swear your heart is skipping beats.
The words leave his mouth so beautifully and even if you haven’t the slightest idea of what they mean they still seem so heavenly. In all honesty, he could be insulting you, the thought makes you chuckle.
You watch as he frowns slightly, tilting his head with slight confusion. “You could be insulting me, I would never know,” you tell him, Regulus shakes his head, his curls that frame his face bouncing as he does so.
“I would never” he gasps with fake offence, a hand over his heart, “Je t'aime tellement” he whispers, his hand resting on your hips as he lets his head fall against your shoulder.
“I still don’t understand” Your fingers thread through his wind-tussled hair and you can feel him chuckle against you.
“Do you want me to tell you?” He asks, sitting up slightly as he kisses your cheek, you nod with a small ‘Mhm’
He smiles, excitement flashing through his eyes as he pulls you up, both sitting crossed-legged on top of the soft blanket he whispers a quiet ‘Okay’ before he speaks again, “Tu es tres jolie” he says slowly, breaking down the words for you.
And for what you lack in knowledge of the language you make up for with passion, and he stifles his laughter behind his hand, “Hey! Don’t laugh, I’m trying” you tell him with a slight twinge of embarrassment.
“I’m not laughing at you,” he says taking your hands in his, fingers entwined as he rests them on his lap, “Now listen carefully” he tells you as he repeats the words even more slowly.
“Tu es tres jolie” You give him a weary smile and he nods.
“Perfect” he praises you, his thumb smoothing over the bumps of your knuckles, “It means, you are very pretty” he leans forward pressing his lips against yours, your noses bumping slightly with the action, and his gentle words leave you feeling all floaty.
He doesn’t have time to pull away before your arms wrap around his shoulders pulling him back into you as you kiss him, although it doesn’t last too long as you both end up smiling, which makes you both break out in a fit of giggles.
“Teach me more?” You ask, forehead resting against his.
“Of course beautiful,” he says, and he spends a good hour teaching you, enjoying how interested you seem to be. The sun will eventually set, and both you and Regulus pack away your small picnic into a basket before walking back to your quaint little village house, arms linked.
Warnings: some angst, sexy Reggie and some funny times
Author’s note: Hi everybody! It's so good being back, I missed writing and this is the first one-shot I write in a lot of time, so I'm really grateful for every tiny bit of love you gave me. This is my first time writing for the kinktober, hope you enjoy my writing.
P.s. i don't really now how much is hate fuck this fic, but here we are.
To say that Regulus and I do not get along is an understatement.
We have been part of the same group of friends, namely the Marauders, for years now, since both my brother, James, and his brother, Sirius, are best friends, in fact they often consider each other almost brothers, on the contrary however the two of us have not been able to find common ground and usually always end up insulting each other and playing stupid jokes to irritate the other person.
Since our first year at Hogwarts, we have clashed because of our pride and desire to prove ourselves better than the other, and this challenge has continued outside of school, in everyday life.
This party is no different.
Sirius and Remus wanted to inaugurate the new apartment they decided to get, to live together, after being together for almost a year already, and so they threw a party with all their closest friends, including me and the younger Black.
I don't quite remember how I ended up straddling him with my hands around his neck, but I do remember the reason for that choice. Between his various jokes and yet another spilled glass on my favorite shirt because of his "carelessness," although we all know that if anyone is graceful it is him, the moment he mentioned what is now my ex-boyfriend. Just before coming to the party, in fact, that asshole decided to break up with me, telling me that he never actually felt anything really important for me, and that I was merely a fling that lasted too long and that now he actually already has another girlfriend and I was just in the way. A year and a half. We stayed together a year and a half, and he had to say that and turn away without looking back, or without a bit of shame or guilt, he didn't even apologize to me for shamelessly cheating on me. Part of me didn't even want to come to the party, but I love Siri and Remmy too much to let them down, so I took heart and convinced myself that I would have a good time, but at Regulus' words, "Where's your boyfriend? Is he tired of you too?", I saw no more. Smoke began to come out of my ears, my vision turned black, and inside I felt only a single emotion.
I realize what I was doing only after James detaches me from Regulus, while Sirius grabs his brother, and pulls him away from me.
"Are you totally crazy? You could have killed me!" Says Regulus shocked as he holds a hand to his throat, still struggling to breathe.
"Too bad, it will be for next time then." I answer coldly, to go toward the hall to get my coat, while I quickly apologize to the hosts and say I have to go home, because I don't feel too well. Both James and Sirius, Remus and Lily try to stop me, thinking it's because of guilt, but I really don't want them to see me crying and having to explain later that my ex-boyfriend cheated on me and left me, and now I just feel like a pathetic little girl who can't be loved.
I hurry out of the house and immediately get hit by the cold autumn wind, which envelops me like a hug and shakes my hair, making it go over my face, thus tickling my nose. I smile and start walking toward my house, although it is quite far away, in fact I had come with my brother. I try to contain my emotions, but the tranquility and peace of the city at this hour give me enough security to let my tears flow freely down my cheeks. There is not a living soul to judge me, or so I thought.
I hear footsteps approaching behind me, someone is running toward me, so I turn around and see a breathless Regulus Black standing still, leaning on his knees and signaling to me to wait a second.
I try to wipe away my tears so that he can see that I was crying, but it is too late now, because his expression immediately changes and he seems confused by what he is seeing.
"I don't need your stupid excuses, go back to the others and tell them the bitch is not ready to be insulted by you again." I say trying to distract him as I turn and start walking faster, but a hand grabs my shoulder and makes me turn around.
"Are you crying?" Regulus asks, under his breath, as if even he does not believe the scene before him.
"Has anyone ever told you that you are as sharp as Sherlock Holmes." I say trying to wriggle out of his grip, but he brings his second hand to my face, and wipes away a couple of tears that had reached my chin.
"If it's something I said, I'm sorry, I really am. I didn't want to come and apologize, they forced me, however, I never wanted to make you cry, I was just playing with you." He continues, not caring what I had said. He looks me straight in the eye and I see his sincerity, and I don't know why I start to cry more. He looks at me unsure of what to do, before hugging me. As we are squeezed in that hug I tell him the real reason I was crying and apologize to him for what I had done earlier at the party. As I finish my story, he pulls away from that hold and looks into my eyes again.
"Hey, he's the asshole, not you. And he's also stupid if he didn't see the magnificent person he had beside him." He tells me firmly and sweetly at the same time.
"Says the boy who has been insulting me since we were eleven years old." I reply sarcastically as I stare into his eyes, and I can't lie to myself. I've always thought Regulus is a handsome boy, but damn, right now he looks like a deity come down to earth to teach us what beauty is.
"Hey I may be an asshole, maybe even a little stupid, but it's not like I'm blind." He continues, smiling at me as he looks at my lips. "You know I think I found a more appropriate way to apologize." He whispers as he moves even closer to my lips.
My brain cannot process the moment, everything seems fuzzy. Its scent, fresh mint, coffee and cigarettes, intoxicates me like a drug, and I can't do anything but screw it up to do what my instinct tells me to do.
"Know that it will not be easy to make it up to you for everything you have done to me. You were very, very mean to me." I whisper before kissing him, tired of that game.
I feel like giving my first kiss for the second time. Our lips chase each other, eating each other, needing each other. I feel my hands run through his hair, while his rests on my hips and draws me to him in a death grip.
We continue kissing, and time seems to stop, even the dry leaves seem to stand still in the air, waiting for our future to be drawn, anxious to see our next move.
Eventually we part, to catch our breath, and a faint laugh escapes from my lips.
"Know that I hate you anyway." I tell him and he can't help but chuckle, before taking on a serious look.
"Would you like to come to my house. You know I'd like to apologize for good, and show you that you've had really bad taste in men so far." He says seductively in my ear.
"You have to be careful what you say Black, because it could backfire on you with this sentence." I reply, trying to hide the emotions it is stirring in me.
"No baby, I'm going to show you how a real man should treat you, and not the idiot you used to date." He continues, whispering on my lips, before leaving a light kiss, as light as a butterfly resting gracefully on a flower.
"Know that this does not take away from the fact that I hate you." I reply, still partly in trance after that kiss.
"This just means that I will have to work harder at apologizing." Regulus replies, before stepping back a little, and removing the scarf around his neck, to give it to me. I didn't even notice that I'm shaking, too engrossed in this moment.
"Come on, let's go to my place, it's not too far." Says the boy, putting an arm on my shoulder, thus blocking any possibility of my thinking with his intoxicating scent for the second time this evening. After a few minutes of walking we arrive in front of a dark door, for which young Black quickly pulls out the key to open it.
Once inside the house, I am amazed at how the entire apartment is furnished. Dark furniture stands out against the green and white walls. Soft lights illuminate the rooms, giving it a cozy atmosphere. Every item is meticulously placed in a studied spot, everything is perfect, every note played with the right pitch to create a wonderful harmony.
I am lost in looking around the room when I feel a pair of hands drawing me toward them.
One hand gently removes my scarf, while another turns me around. In Regulus' eyes I see pure pleasure, and this only creates an unpleasant wet feeling in my panties.... We look at each other for a second before pouncing on each other like hungry prey, moving slowly down the stairs and into the bedroom. He pulls me back until I touch the bed with my knees, then drops me down, pulling away from the kiss. I look at him and see his lips red and swollen as he struggles to catch his breath. His hair is messy from my fingers, yet he has never looked more beautiful to me than in this moment. I watch him slowly approach the button of my jeans like a fierce lion studying its prey, and then with a precise and quick gesture, unbutton my pants. In the blink of an eye these lie on the floor, tossed from some indefinite part of the room. The only thing now separating him from his goal is my underwear, but before he can take the next step, I gently place a foot on his chest and look seductively at him.
"Hold your horses Black, if you want to play with me you have to do it right. One garment each at a time, I lost my pants, now you have to take something off." I say looking at him carefully, and he chuckles at my words.
"You can be really obnoxious Potter, you know that?" He asks wryly as he removes his sweatshirt, revealing his bare chest, since he has no shirt underneath. For a moment I am breathless at that ethereal sight. Her white skin glows in the moonlight entering the room. His physique is muscular but not overly so, I can tell he works out a lot and holds himself, but it's also not excessive. I get flashbacks of seeing him practicing Quidditch at Hogwarts shirtless with sweaty hair in the wind, and immediately I find myself having to make the physical effort to not cum in that same instant.
"I try my best." I respond seductively as I watch him lower himself, going on his knees, getting to be at the same level as my pussy.
"Now if you don't mind, I have a promise to keep: to prove that your asshole ex is nothing compared to me." He says before pouncing on me as if I were a feast. I don't have time to respond because he immediately starts kissing my inner thigh, both from the right and the left until he reaches his booty. Slowly, with his teeth, he grabs my panties, leaving a few wet kisses on my skin and making me shiver, and slowly he slides them all the way down my legs.
It is the most terrible, nerve-wracking, and sexy torture I have ever had to endure.
"I thought you were supposed to make it up to me Black, not make me madder." I say in a voice little louder than a sigh as I feel his hot breath on the center of my pleasure.
"Oh baby, I still have to start apologizing, and get ready because I want to do it right." He says, as he caresses the most intimate part of me with his lips. A second later, pure pleasure invades my every sense as he begins to kiss the lips of my pussy. I feel his tongue caressing me, as my hands wriggle in his hair, drawing him ever closer to the center of my pleasure, and with my eyes around his name like a song, between moans and expletives. I hear him smile at my reaction, and just as I was about to respond rudely to him, he increases my torture by adding a finger, taking it in and out of my opening. A few minutes thus pass, me hovering on the edge of pleasure, just as he looks up and shifts slightly. His mouth is completely wet from my pleasure, while I curse for the missed orgasm.
"You'd better finish what you started Black, because I swear that on the contrary you can distantly forget any chance of me being more generous to you." I say, trying to catch my breath.
"I was just catching my breath for the grand finale." He replies with a small smile, seeing my desperation.
"Go fuck yourself."
"I think that's what we're doing baby. What, I'm too good and you're not used to feeling so much pleasure?" He says smiling again as again, he turns me around kissing my entire thigh.
"By Merlin, how I hate you Black." I gasp, between groans.
"Try to convince yourself of this all you want honey, but we both know that right now your orgasms depend on me." And with that he begins his feast again, with more eagerness, and again, in a few minutes I am again on the brink of absolute pleasure, but this time I manage to go further, and for a moment I feel like I can touch the sky with my finger. I feel the blankets tighten between my fingers as I moan his name, almost screaming it, as if I want the world to know who was responsible for so much pleasure.
A few seconds pass, as I try to regain possession of my body and mind, before he speaks again.
"Fuck, that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen." He says giggling, before starting to kiss my body again, slowly, savoring every inch. He pulls off my shirt, as I now recovered from all that unexpected pleasure, taking off my bra. I see him staring at my breasts, before teasing my nipples, one with his tongue and one with his fingers. He bites, sucking my breasts, leaving signs of his passage as I try not to lose myself again in that spiral of pleasure.
"Damn, you don't know how long I've wanted to touch them, taste them, mark them as my own." He says in a gasp, before switching nipples and moving on to the other. Meanwhile then I try to distract him by opening his pants, but as soon as I try to touch his dick, he stops and moves my hand away, looking me straight in the eye.
"Tonight is just for you, not for me, now let me continue and make you feel like the goddess you are." At her words I can't help but hold back a sigh of pleasure.
"Now I understand why everyone was falling at your feet in school, you really have a gift for talking to girls." I say, as I feel his lips go up my neck, leaving me biting and hickeys as he passes.
"Too bad the one girl I really wanted did nothing but blow me off and tell me she hated me." She tells me, before kissing me passionately. Somehow I can still taste myself on his lips, or rather in his mouth, as we explore every nook and cranny of it with our tongues.
"Maybe he was telling you that he hated you, because all he could do was wish to fuck you in the broom closet." I answer between kisses as I hear him take off his underpants and pull down his underwear.
For the first time I realize perhaps truly the situation I am in. Our naked bodies, rubbing against each other, dancing a love dance of their own, as we struggle against each other to win.
He chuckles at my words as he moves to kiss me along my arm, while using his hand to reach over to the nightstand to grab a condom and put it on as he counters.
"And I would rather tell you that I hated you than confess that every night I dreamed of fucking you against a wall." He pauses for a moment, and smiles at me before continuing, with that obnoxious grin of his. "Although I would have said you were more of a quickie in the bathroom type."
"It happened only once, and with a Ravenclaw prick who had already done half my year, while I was half-drunk at a party, after watching you stick your tongue half a foot down the throat of a Hufflepuff slut." I confess by looking into his eyes, and I notice that amidst the pleasure now also shines a spark of astonishment. "Now get a move on, though, Black, for now you're all talk and no action." I continue, with an amused little smile.
"Merlin, if you say one more word, I swear I'll plug your mouth with your panties." He says, taking his dick in his hand, aligning it with my entrance.
"Oh you just have to try, assh- Oh my god!" I try to respond, but he blocks me by entering me overbearingly, immediately I feel my body almost leave the earthly world for pleasure. His dick is bigger than I would have expected, and certainly bigger than my ex's. Immediately he seems to touch all the places that give me the most pleasure, and my mind cannot process a concrete thought.
"I hate you Black." This is the only thing I can say as he is still still inside me, making me get used to his size. "I don't think I can do without your dick from now on, and this is all your fault." I continue as he tries to move slowly, in and out of me, as he murmurs a few dirty words under his breath.
"Oh you are adorable baby." He says before kissing my neck again as he increases the force and speed of his thrusts. "But if you really think I would let you go after this time you are crazy. I hate you too you know, I hate the fact that I am now addicted to this tight, hot, wet pussy of yours. Fuck I think I've found heaven." He gasps near my ear. We continue this dance like this, until a few minutes later, we are almost at the height of pleasure.
"Please Reg, don't stop. I'm cumming:" I plead with him, before stifling my continued moans of pleasure, leaving kisses, bites and hickeys on his neck as my hands scratch his muscular back. I feel him stiffen at my touch.
"Me too baby." He gasps, then increases the speed. A few thrusts, and we both reach orgasm.
We remain still for a moment, enjoying that feeling of pleasure and the warmth of the closeness of our bodies. We don't say a word, let silence fill the space between us, before we kiss again.
This time the kiss is different, not passionate and oozing sex like the others, it is more gentle and sweet, as if through that contact we want to express all those repressed feelings kept inside us all these years and that we cannot describe in words.
He moves from on top of me and lies on his side, while still keeping his arms around my waist. I slowly feel fatigue take possession of me as he gets out of bed to head for the bathroom and get a towel with which my private parts, now too sensitive, in fact a shiver runs down my spine and he seeing it apologizes to me.
When he is finished he lies down again beside me and hugs me, making me feel warm and safe. Just before I fall asleep I look into his eyes and manage to say something.
"You're on the right path to forgiveness, but maybe you need to try a little harder." And he can't help but laugh at those words. "I don't hate you that much anyway, I guess." I continue, as I snuggle against his chest.
"Fortunately." He replies. "Because I don't hate you at all, maybe just the opposite I dare say. "
The next morning I wake up after him. Regulus is already out of bed. He is wearing a pair of sweatpants, and he is shirtless. I can tell right away that he has just gotten out of the shower because I can see his wet hair, however, I can hear him talking to someone on the phone. Feeling my eyes on him he turns and sees that I am awake, and he smiles at me.
"Yes Sirius, I promise I didn't say anything stupid." He says with a bored look on his face as he watches me sit up in bed, my hair still tousled from sleep.
"I apologized, very deeply last night, but I may have to do it one more time to make sure you understand what I meant." She continues to talk to her brother as she gives me a wink and immediately I feel my cheeks go hot from what she said.
"Yes, yes. I love you too. Bye Siri, see you later." He greets his brother as he turns around and then sets the phone down on one of the pieces of furniture next to him, and there I realize all the marks I left on him last night. In the night we then woke up and made love a couple more times. Just thinking about it I feel my pussy getting all wet, even just remembering all that happened.
"I was going to make you breakfast before you woke up but since you are already awake I would suggest you take a shower while I make you breakfast. Is that okay with you?" He asks me, and I can't find my voice to answer him, so I smile and nod. He smiles back, leaving me a kiss on my forehead and then goes downstairs to cook.
I stay in bed for a second and letting out a sigh I realize perhaps for the first time that I hated Regulus Black so much, that I ended up falling in love with him, since the line is so thin that for a long time you can think you are hovering between the two, and only when you land do you realize that you slipped into one of the two worlds long before.
BONUS
Remus watches Sirius talk to his brother on the phone as he asks him if he finally apologized to little Potter. Once the call is over Sirius puts the phone down and looks at his boyfriend.
"They fucked." Remus says, before sipping coffee from his favorite mug.
"They got laid." Sirius confirms, laughing, while Lily, who had stayed over with her boyfriend James, sighs with relief.
"Finally, the situation was becoming unbearable. By now all you could do every time was expect them to jump at each other's throats with a knife or fuck in the guest bathroom." Lily says as she looks at James, who has a horrified look on his face.
"Hey, we're still talking about my little sister!" He says, looking at his friends and his girlfriend.
"Look at it this way, at least now we're really brothers." Try proposing Sirius.
"And probably uncles, too." Remus and Lily say in unison.
No one can hold back a laugh seeing James' horrified face.
Pairing: Regulus Black x Female Reader (endgame), Sirius Black x Female Reader (past)
Warnings: like one swear word, HURT BUT ALSO CLOSURE⁉️🫣 (please tell me if there's anything else I should add)
a/n: uhhhhh I messed up timelines and ages so bad 😭 I don't know why I thought regulus and sirius had a 3 year age gap but umm... ignore that. also sorry it took SO LONG to get this out... a lot of things happened but I'm back to writing :))
it has been 2 years since regulus black and y/n l/n found one of voldemorts horcruxes and went into hiding.
regulus who was once a boy turned into a man today at the age of 20.
it was October 1981 and the two wizards were fond of the muggle tradition of Halloween. they had Halloween at hogwarts as well but they never got to go door to door asking strangers for candy as children.
the holiday was tonight and the two, along with the elderly couple, spent the whole day decorating the whole house to feel spooky and festive.
the old couple were nice enough to let regulus and y/n stay at their house until the two got back on their feet. they were known to be kind and compassionate, so when the two came to them in need, they couldn't stand turning away people that were desperate and seeking refuge.
in a way, the couple saw themselves in regulus and y/n. to them, regulus and y/n just looked like two young lovers running away and wanting their own life, just like they had done once before.
"yours looks adorable Reggie," y/n cooed as she leaned over to regulus who was finishing up his pumpkin carving.
regulus made a pumpkin house with two tiny plastic pumpkins living inside. they had cute expressions on their faces and little flowers on top of their heads.
"thank you," regulus smiled softly. "lemme see your pumpkin."
y/n turned hers around and Reggie saw that the girl made her pumpkin a building as well but she made hers a prison cell with a smaller pumpkin grabbing the bars and screaming for help.
"that's a... choice," regulus gave a little chuckle at the girl's pumpkin.
"I thought it was funny," y/n smiled. "come on, let's set them up on the porch!"
the two wizards opened the front door and set their pumpkins along with the other ones they'd made on the elderly couple's porch.
"y/n look! it's another one," the black-haired boy announced as he crouched down in front of one of the pumpkins that had a small slip of paper in its mouth. "within the dark, beneath the serpent's gaze, a secret dwells. in the shadow of the serpent's fang, where the fangs protect the last breath of a dark soul."
for the last couple of years the two have been staying at the house, they've been receiving anonymous letters from an unknown person who keeps sending them cryptic notes. they were suspicious at first since the dark lord had been getting stronger as days went by but they soon realized it must have something to do with horcruxes.
they've been receiving news of what was happening in the Wizarding world because of regulus' uncle, alphard. he, along with sirius and regulus, didn't believe in his family's pureblood ideology and was disowned by them just like sirius. he swore to himself that he'd help his two nephews out as much as he could to defeat voldemort.
regulus ruled out his uncle on who would be sending them these anonymous messages because 1. he would've told them it was him if it was and 2. he didn't know what horcruxes were when regulus asked him about it.
y/n suspected it could be dumbledor that was sending them these anonymous letters because she knew him to be a wise but discreet old man.
"let's go, we shouldn't stay out here for long," y/n grabbed the male's arm as she dragged him back in the house. "this doesn't connect to the last one we got. it must be a different horcrux."
the woman took the paper out of regulus' hand and opened her notebook from under their bed, where similar notes were found.
"in the pages of the past, where ink and secrets intertwine, the diary of a young prodigy holds a piece of a soul," the girl read out loud. "the two speak of different things, it must be a different horcrux. how many bloody horcruxes does he have?"
"it's hard to tell, we've been getting these notes for years," regulus pointed out as he sat beside the girl and spread out all the pieces of paper. "the dark lord won't rest until he's reassured about his immortality. after we destroy one, it's hard to tell if he's made any more during that time."
regulus and y/n tried relentlessly to crack the code in these notes. switching some notes around that seemed connected as well as going back to their notebook for additional information they've got from research.
A knock suddenly interrupted theor brain storm as the both of them scrambled to get the papers together and hid it in the notebook.
"hello, dears! is it okay if I come in?" the elderly woman's voice said.
"yep! come in!" regulus called out as y/n stuffed the notebook back under their bed.
"I'm so sorry to bother but could you dears please head to the grocery store and get some more batteries for our Halloween decorations? I would ask Harold but he's feeling under the weather lately."
"don't worry, Mabel! you'll never be a bother. it's the least regulus and I can do."
"supper is almost done so it'll be ready by the time you two'll be back," the elder thanked the two one more time before leaving.
the two dressed in muggle clothing as y/n pulled the hood of her sweater on top of her head.
they've changed these past two years. regulus looked significantly different with his longer and curlier hair and older features. many things changed about y/n as well but she tugged her hood closer just to be sure.
regulus and y/n made it to the grocery store and collected the things they needed, sharing hushed whispers.
"Reggie, I don't know if this is possible. we almost died trying to get one horcrux. who knows how many more that bastard has."
"if we don't, who will y/n? not even most death eaters I know know about horcruxes. we have to do this together... because I'm not sure I can do this by myself."
"and if we die?"
"then we'll do that together too..." regulus whispered staring longingly into her eyes. "plus, we don't have to do it alone."
y/n looked at him confused, "what do you mean?"
regulus nodded his head to his left where y/n found a scruffy-looking man with dishevelled hair and a beard. she couldn't believe her eyes- it was sirius black, the boy she used to be in love with before he ran away years ago.
"what is he doing here?" y/n asked with shock evidently in her voice.
"I'm not sure but it's certainly not for the cereal box he's staring so intensely at," regulus responded as he slowly and hesitantly made his way toward his brother. "sirius," regulus said quietly, causing sirius to jump with surprise and quickly turned around, his wand tucked sharply on regulus' side.
his eyes widened as he recognized his younger brother and his first love. "regulus? and y/n? is that really you?" he looked thoroughly astounded and guilty, remembering his broken betrothal and all the pain he caused for these two.
y/n, not really knowing how to react, just nodded her head in response as she observed the two with a mixture of old feelings and new uncertainty. it was a moment filled with tension, regret, and the unspoken history that once bound them together.
"how do I know it's really you?" sirius gripped his wand tighter. "the war is near, it's hard to trust anybody lately."
"spring break of 1976, I gave you a red and black bracelet with a dog paw charm because it reminded me of you."
"and when we were young, before hogwarts, y/n found a muggle book called 'The Outsiders' along your bookshelves," regulus chimed in as he felt sirius slowly put his wand back in his coat pocket.
"where have you two been? you lot have been missing for years! everyone has been worried," sirius scolded in hushed whispers, directing the last statement mainly at the woman.
"we'll explain it all later, we can't stay here much longer," regulus said scanning his eyes. "it's dangerous."
"what are you doing in a grocery store? hard to believe you're here for cereal," y/n asked as the three walked in the bustling streets filled with children and teens in outlandish outfits.
"James and lily are in hiding from the dark lord," sirius explained. "ever since voldemort learned about the prophecy, the potters and longbottoms have been one of his top targets. i was just getting them supplies and gathering information."
"I've heard of a prophecy. is it about james and lily?"
"not them particularly... their child."
"they have a child?" y/n gasped.
"you've missed a lot."
"you don't think that's from trick-or-treaters do you?" regulus asked shakingly as he stopped in his tracks.
in front of them was the house of the elderly couple that they stayed with, the house dark and pumpkins on the porch smashed.
sensing something more than rowdy kids, y/n was quick to make her way towards the dark house.
there she found the elderly lady faced down with the bowl of candy scattered around the living room.
she turned the body to lay on her back and there was no blood or physical injury that y/n could see. that can only mean one thing.
"regulus!" the woman shouted as the man ran up the stairs.
"voldemort," sirius stated, eyes wide and body stiff. "it isn't safe here anymore, we need to leave NOW!"
regulus came back down with a dejected look and shook his head at the two of them.
"Harold shared the same fate but died peacefully while he was asleep, Mabel sadly knew what was coming to her," regulus explained and grabbed both y/n's hand and sirius' arm. "that's not the only thing."
regulus pulled out a tattered book as the trio were out of the house. "they destroyed nearly everything and burned our notes," he showed the burnt pages of their notebook. "the dark lord must know by now, we're not safe here anymore."
"know what?" sirius asked, seriously confused by the two's ramblings.
"we'll explain later, we need to hide now," regulus stated as they ran through the neighbourhood, sometimes knocking some poor kids over.
"we're not the only ones in trouble," the woman said and looked at the two worriedly. "you said james and lily are targets for the dark lord. we need to warn them!"
"y/n, dear- you don't need to worry about them. their place is unknown to anyone but a select few, Peter is their secret keeper. we have nothing to worry about."
"Pettigrew? I thought they would've picked you," regulus chimed in.
"they did, at first, but I thought it was too obvious so I told them to make Peter the secret keeper."
"sirius, PLEASE. just listen to me!" y/n pleaded. "I don't have a good feeling about this."
y/n didn't know what she was feeling. there was just a deep dark pit in her stomach that kept swirling and wanting to make her puke. was it grief for the elderly couple that took them in and treated her like the daughter they never had? or was it the fear of voldemlort and his followers figuring them out? or was it something else? something in her gut telling her something bad was going to happen tonight.
"you don't trust Peter? there's no way of voldemort finding them, y/n. trust me," sirius reassured. "all that matters right now is getting you and regulus safe."
"sirius..." y/n pleaded and gave sirius the eyes. the eyes sirius can never say no to. the eyes that got sirius heart racing.
sirius nodded as he led the two toward the potter's residence. regulus grabbed y/n hands gently and turned to her.
"are you sure you still want to do this?" regulus questioned. now with current circumstances, it's going to be more difficult and dangerous.
y/n nodded her head and turned to him for a brief moment, "yes, more than ever. there's no turning back now. voldemort is going to pay for all the innocent lives he took away."
As Regulus, Y/N, and Sirius continued their journey toward the Potters' residence, a sense of urgency hung heavy in the air. They reached the hidden home of James and Lily Potter, concealed under layers of powerful protective enchantments.
The interior of the Potter residence was a stark contrast to the dark and ominous night outside. It was warm, welcoming, and filled with an air of security. But there was also an underlying tension, a constant awareness that the world outside was fraught with danger.
James and Lily appeared from another room, their faces a mix of surprise and concern.
"we need to evacuate, NOW!" sirius said sternly as he began to pack necessities into a knapsack.
"y/n!" James eyes widen in surprise seeing the woman he once considered a sister. "you're alive! thank Merlin you're alive."
james hugged the girl tightly, having been worried sick and missing her for years.
"regulus black?" lily questioned, not believing the male standing before her. "what is going on?"
"the dark lord. him and his followers are near," regulus explained and the couple stared shocked at him with a hint of fear. "it's not safe around here anymore, we need to leave immediately."
james nodded his head and helped sirius pack the things they'll need while lily and y/n went up the stairs to take care of baby Harry. y/n didn't have time to gush over the baby boy because of the impending doom they might all succumb to.
during this time, regulus took it upon himself to keep a lookout and monitor the surroundings. he also whispered some protective charms and wards to buy them some time. regulus was never close with the marauders and the like, so he didn't mind.
"do we even know where we're going to go?" James asked as they all gathered in the living room, all ready to go.
"I do," regulus stated. "I know a safe house that no death eaters or other wizards know of."
"and how do you know what? this isn't some trap is it?" James said accusingly.
"James we're fighting for the same side, I trust regulus," y/n said pointedly.
"pandora. do you remember her?" regulus asked as the group nodded. "she and I were great friends during hogwarts, probably one of my only true friends. she shared where she and Xenophilius were living when I told her about my quest to destroy horcruxes with y/n. she offered her home with him as a safe house if things go south. it's concealed and well protected and would provide us with shelter and security."
"how do we get there?" lily asked as she cradled a sleeping harry in her arms. "the ministry and death eaters have been closely monitoring and controlling magical transportation. we can't get there by port keys or brooms, it'll be too risky."
"it's better to travel on foot. death eaters have been patrolling the sky and keeping track of any unauthorized magical travel. apparting is also restricted in many areas."
although regulus' idea was met with a unanimous agreement, the group set out on their journey to the lovegoods.
as the group quickly made their way outside the potter's residence, a flash of green lit up the sky as the group turned around to see a snake protruding out of a skull's mouth.
the group stared in horror at the dark mark symbol while regulus had a cold look on his face.
"there's no time to waste, we need to hurry!" regulus said urgently and pulled the group deeper into the dense woods.
after living at godrics hallow for around 2 years, regulus knew where hidden and less-travelled paths were.
"eldertree woods? no one goes around these parts anymore," James chimed as the group settled at a clearing in the woods.
the glasses-wearing boy and the older black brother worked on setting up the tent and adding enchantments to make it bigger while regulus, with his vast knowledge, casted protective charms to shield their presence from any potential prying eyes or eavesdropping spells.
"so... what have you two been up to these past years?" James asked slowly as he stared at the crackling campfire.
regulus shifted uncomfortably, not used to being in the presence of James potter and his older brother sirius and feeling out of place.
"we've been hiding..." y/n answered for the both of them. "there's so much that Reggie and I need to tell you guys."
"well... we have time," sirius stated as he sat down beside James and across from the other two.
"voldemort. he has these things called horcruxes that make him immortal. that's the key to defeating him," the woman explained as the two men gave her confused looks. "all we have to do is find them and destroy them and he will become mortal once more."
"what the bloody hell are horcruxes?" James scoffed.
"it's dark magic," regulus stated after having been silent for so long. "it's an object that contains a piece of a wizard or witch's soul to achieve immortality."
"how are these... 'horcruxes' made? I've never heard this type of magic before."
"because in order to make a horcrux you need to take the life of another. that's why you've never heard of it... it commits the darkest and most forbidden magic: splitting one's soul through murder to be immortal. it goes against the fundamental principles of magic and morality," the young black brother explained as the other two looked at him with a mix of shock and horror.
"well... shit..." james mumbled under his breath, stunned.
"what do these horcruxes look like? how do we find them?" sirius asked after a beat of silence.
"that's the problem," y/n sighed. "a horcrux can be any object. Reggie and I have been trying to figure out what other objects voldemort could've made for horcruxes but our clues went up in flames... we don't even know how many he even has."
James let his head fall, looking at the ground as he ran his fingers through his curly hair. he let out a stressed sigh as he suddenly stood up.
"all this talk about he who should not be named and horcruxes are making my head hurt," he walked towards the tent where his wife and child were peacefully sleeping the entire time. "we'll come up with a plan tomorrow but for now I'm heading to bed."
the last three remaining people sat in silence. unresolved history and tension hung through the air.
"I agree with James... I'm a bit tired as well," the girl stated standing up as 2 pairs of eyes followed her. she gently squeezed regulus' shoulder as she disappeared inside the tent.
nothing else was heard except for the soft crackle of the fire and owls hooting in the crisp October air.
"do you love her?" sirius asked suddenly while regulus shot up his head from the campfire to look at his older brother that was already staring at him.
"what?"
"y/n. do you love her?" sirius repeated again.
"yeah..." regulus replied as he looked down at the ground. "I do."
the young man felt his body going hot as the ends of his hair stuck up, anticipating what sirius was going to say.
he knew his brother loved y/n as well, hell they were supposed to get married before all these circumstances happened but regulus couldn't help but fall in love with her too.
it hurt for him to admit it to himself but he felt like y/n truly deserved someone that was like sirius. sirius was always charming and charismatic. he knew how to have fun and cared deeply. that was someone regulus thought y/n deserved even if he wanted to be selfish and want her to himself.
"take care of her alright?" sirius's sentence cut regulus out of his thoughts.
"what are you saying?"
"I said take care of her," sirius said more sternly.
"of course I will but... I thought you loved her?"
"I did... i still do... but I'm not the right man for her... even if it pains me to say that," sirius mumbled the last part to himself.
"look, regulus... I don't want to fight anymore. I never liked fighting with you," the older black brother stood up and faced away from the younger boy. "all my life I've been selfish when it comes to our family and I never got to realize how much my selfishness affected you or even y/n."
regulus stared longingly at his older brother.
"I love y/n and I know she loves me too but it's different... I noticed she stares at you differently than how she stared at me when we were together and I see it in the way you stare at her too," he explained and turned to look at regulus this time. "maybe i made a mistake or maybe she was never mine to begin with... I know my time with her has long passed but weirdly I'm okay that she chose you... because I see you genuinely love her too."
regulus never expected his older brother to say this to him. he was so sure that sirius was going to tell him to back off or some sort of fight would happen but as he took a closer look at him, sirius genuinely looked tired.
"wow sirius... I don't know what to say-"
"you don't have to say anything," he quickly cut off his brother. "I just wanted to get it off my chest if I never get an opportunity like this again."
regulus didn't say anything at first before he stood up as well and walked towards sirius. he brought his older brother in a tight hug, the latter wrapping his arms around his younger brother as well, and said, "I never hated you sirius... but I wish you brought me with you that night you ran away... I just wish... things were different."
"I know reg... I regret that day every waking moment I'm alive on this earth. in another life... I won't abandon you... I promise."
"do you think we'd be brothers in another life?"
"... I hope so," sirius replied earnestly.
the two brothers pulled away from their embrace as sirius slapped regulus' shoulder gently. "now head to bed, it's getting late and we have a long trek to do tomorrow. don't worry I'll clean up here."
regulus nodded his head as he walked towards the tent. he turned his head to look back at his older brother to see him extinguishing the campfire and gathering things that were left around.
regulus went inside the tent to see the potters sleeping soundly in one section while y/n was snoozing on the other side. he stepped as quietly as he could towards the side y/n was at and layed down beside her with a small gap in between them.
he gently took the blanket and wrapped it on top of himself which resulted in y/n stirring in her sleep and shifting closer towards him. regulus body gave the heat like a personal heater that the girl needed in the chilly night and the boy was content having the girl that he loved for years in his arms.
"sirius have you been out here this entire time?" a voice exclaimed as the said man groggily woke up from his slumber.
his eyes began to focus as he saw the face of y/n and the blanket she tried to wrap around him. "why didn't you go inside the tent?"
"I must've fallen asleep," sirius said rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "after cleaning up I decided to stay and keep watch for a while but I guess that didn't last long."
"it's freezing! you could've gotten a cold," y/n scolded and shook her head at him.
honestly, it put sirius' mind in shock seeing her acting like this to him. it's like whatever happened in their last year in hogwarts didn't happen. it's like she was back to being the y/n he knew all those years ago before he ran away. sirius needed to remind himself that she wasn't his anymore.
"we should get going," regulus announced as the others were loitering around their campsite. "we can't stay in one place too long or the death eaters will catch up to us."
the group started to gather all their things and continue on their journey to the lovegoods.
"so how was last night?" y/n asked referring to how she left the two black brothers to hopefully talk.
"it went better than I expected. I got the closure I needed," regulus replied as the girl smiled up at him.
"that's good! I'm glad you and sirius are now on better terms?"
"yeah.." regulus smiled softly as he went to hold her hand. the woman didn't say anything but smiled at him again and looked away, the two walking blissfully in silence.
after a moment of the group walking for some minutes, regulus turned to y/n and gestured behind them.
"you should talk to them you know... they're your friends."
"yeah you're right..." y/n squeezed regulus' hand gently. "will you be okay here?"
regulus gave a little chuckle and replied, "y/n I'm a grown man now... I'll be okay. if anything ill just be bored."
y/n nodded her head and slowed her walking a bit to fall in step with the potters and sirius.
"hey..." the girl said awkwardly.
"y/n! James filled me in about what you guys talked about last night and we were so worried these past years!" Lily exclaimed as she looked at the girl with baby Harry in her arms.
"yeah, I know... I'm sorry you guys..."
"no, y/n, there's no need to apologize," James tried to reason but she dismissed him immediately.
"no, I do need to apologize to you guys," y/n had tears brim her eyes as she stared at the eyes she considered friends and true family. "when I was at my lowest I pushed and lashed out on all you guys when all you wanted to do was help. I felt like a massive asshole... and I still do."
"we might not understand the full extent you went through but we could understand enough. we would never blame you, y/n."
"I'm still branded with his mark though... I don't know if it'll ever go away... I'll always be reminded of it."
"even so it doesn't determine who you are," sirius spoke up. "you may have his mark but we all know that isn't who you are. even before when all this was going down we knew that wasn't you. you would never be one of them."
y/n let out a little grin, looking at her friends.
"I'm glad you guys never gave up hope in me. I was scared having this mark would have you guys turn on me... shun me away... but I guess it was really me turning you guys away..."
"you went through a lot, y/n... more than we could ever imagine. just promise us you won't turn away from us again... let us help you," the red-headed girl said sincerely.
"yeah of course..." y/n nodded slowly and shifted her gaze to the baby wrapped in a blanket. "so tell me about this tiny guy."
"well this is mine and lily flowers little ball of sunshine," James explained while he had smile on his face. "his name is Harry james potter and he's going to be the greatest quidditch player that ever hit hgowarts."
"high expectations already, James?" y/n lifted an eyebrow but still laughed nonetheless.
"of course. he'll have my awesome quidditch skin and lily's brain and he'd be unstoppable!" James boasted as Lily rolled her eyes at her husband's antics.
"I still can't believe you guys are married with a kid... it seems like only yesterday we were kids tearing apart hogwarts."
"ahhh the Golden years..." sirius reminisced.
"what have you guys been doing while Reggie and I were out searching for horcruxes?"
"we're part of the order of the Phoenix. it's a secret group made by Dumbledore to go against voldemort and his followers," Lily explained as y/n bobbed her head along what she was saying.
"somehow I'm not surprised. I would never expect you 3 to have a mundane job."
"never, I would be too bored!" sirius said.
"so... where's remus and Peter? what do they do?"
"same as us works for the order of the Phoenix."
"I haven't seen them in so long... I miss them."
"trust us, y/n. they miss you a lot during the time you were gone."
y/n didn't say anything as she looked down. she reached into her pocket to pull out a green locket.
"this is one of the horcruxes... if somehow we can get to dumbledor and get some guidance on where the other horcruxes could be, this will be our chance to defeat voldemlort."
"hey woah woah woah! you had that thing in your pocket the whole time?"
"yeah... Reggie and I don't know how to destroy it. we tried everything like incedio, bombarda, anything! but it wouldn't break."
"a large S with a serpent design on it? must be some historical slytherin artifact," Lily theorized.
"do you think all his horcruxes would be slytherin related? or you know... hogwarts artifacts?"
"hard to say... if I made horcruxes it would be random things to draw less suspicion."
"well, whatever it is we have no idea what or how many there are. we need to contact dumbledor somehow."
"with being the Headmaster at hogwarts and taking care of being the leader of the order of the Phoenix, it's going to be hard to contact him."
"yeah, you're right... we might have to do this mission ourselves."
"but we'll have each other."
the charming cottage of the lovegood could be seen amidst the rolling hills and lush greenery.
regulus stepped up and knocked on the lovegoods door as it creaked open, Xenophilius lovegoods eyes widened at the unexpected guests.
"well, well, what have we here?" he mused, his gaze fluttering between regulus and y/n, then james and lily potter, their baby Harry nestled deep in lily's arms, and sirius black and stood not so far from them.
pandora lovegood, who was fixing trinkets here and there, glanced toward the commotion.
"xeno? who's at the door?" she asked, walking towards her husband.
Xenophilius opened the door wider with a curious smile displaying his features. "greetings, wanderers! what brings you to our humble abode?"
regulus quickly shared a look with y/n before turning his gaze back at the eccentric blonde. "we're on a mission," regulus answered, a serious glint in his eyes. "a mission to destroy voldemorts horcruxes."
at the mention of voldemort and a familiar voice, pandoras eyes widened in understanding as she rushed the group inside her house. "come in quickly!" she urged. " we mustn't dally at the doorway."
once the group entered the house, Xenophilius welcomed them to the cozy living room where they can rest and converse privately.
james and lily exchanged grateful words as they settled on the long couch while sirius prowled the perimeter, eyes ever so watchful.
"how fascinating!" the male lovegood murmured as he settled on a loveseat across the young black brother and his companion. "I have read extensively on the subject of horcruxes. perhaps I can be of assistance!"
as the three discussed the subject at hand, pandora was in the kitchen making tea for their guest. "you must all be famished by your journey," pandora fussed as she then glanced at the couple with a baby. "little Harry must require a warm bottle. I'll go fetch some!"
"thank you, pandora. it means so much," Lily said sincerely as the blonde settled the objects on the small coffee table.
"of course! as a new mother I would understand."
"you have a little one as well?" James questioned.
"yes! her name is luna, she's only around 8 months old. she's asleep right now."
Xenophilius set up the fireplace before returning to his seat, flickering shadows danced across the room as the man looked amused. "horcruxes..." his voice was low and conspiratorial. "a very dark and intricate form of magic."
regulus black and y/n l/n's hearts weigh heavy with the burden on their shoulders. "we have salazar slytherins locket," y/n began and pulled out the object, her voice tight with determination. "destroying it seems easier said than done. regulus and I tried everything we could."
"destroying a horcrux is no small feat," he agreed as his mind swirled with thoughts. "but not impossible."
sirius black stepped forward, his presence commanding attention as his eyes were ablaze with determination. "tell us, Xenophilius," his voice rang with authority. "how does one go about destroying a horcrux?"
the wizard's eyes were distant as he delved into stores of knowledge. "horcruxes are incredibly resilient because they're embedded with dark magic," his voice was grave as he spoke. "but they do have their vulnerabilities."
Xenophilius paused for a moment, allowing the gravity of his words to sink in. "to destroy a horcrux one must render it beyond magical repair. this can be achieved with fiendfyre or the venom of a basilisk."
the two pairs exchanged glances, their mind racing with possibilities. "fiendfyre..." the word was heavy on regulus' tongue. "that could work."
"yeah..." y/n agreed. "it's one of the few things that's capable of destroying powerful artifacts."
"but..." sirius interrupted. "it's dangerous and unpredictable... it can cost you your life."
the group's conversation fell silent as they contemplated their next move.
"remember," Xenophilius said. "the quest of destroying horcruxes brings danger and uncertainty... but I believe with courage, determination, and the support of others, I have high hopes you'll succeed."
y/n nodded in gratitude, her heart filled with a newfound resolve. "thank you, Xenophilius," she gave him a warm smile. "your guidance has been invaluable to us."
sirius then clapped his hands on regulus' shoulders (who jumped), with a rare smile gracing his lips. "we'll get through this together."
as the conversation of horcruxes came to a natural conclusion, regulus felt a tug in his heart as he glanced at the girl beside him. despite the weight of their previous discussion, he couldn't help but steal a glance at her, his admiration for her strength and resilience grew with each passing second.
the young black brother then let his gaze wander around the room before settling on pandora who happened to finish her talk with the potters.
with a warm smile, regulus approached her as his heart brightened at the sight of an old friend. "pandora," he greeted her warmly. "it's been too long."
the blonde returned the smile, the corner of her eyes wrinkling with genuine warmth. " it's wonderful to see you again."
as the two exchanged pleasantries and updates about their lives, pandora couldn't help but notice the way regulus' eyes kept drifting back to the (hair colour) woman, his gaze held a mix of adoration and longing. with a knowing smile, pandora nudged his arm.
"have you told her?" she asked and scanned his face to see his face for any hint of hesitation. "you know, about how you feel about her?"
regulus' heart skipped a beat with that question, the feelings inside him swirling like a storm. his mouth opened to reply but the words got stuck in his throat, his fear of rejection was holding him back.
even with the conversation with his older brother, he couldn't help but still feel insecure.
"regulus," pandora said softly, her voice filled with support as she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "life is far too short to keep your feelings hidden away. if you care for her, you owe it to yourself- and to her- to be honest."
regulus' resolve hardened at her words, a newfound determination steeling in his spine.
at that exact time when regulus walked over to pandora, sirius watched him with a combination of conflicted emotions rampaging inside him. his gaze then shifted to y/n, whose eyes followed regulus with blatant warmth and fondness that sirius regrettably envied.
with his heart heavy with remorse and longing, he heaved a great sigh as he approached his first love. "may I please speak with you? privately," sirius requested.
y/n agreed, her expression was guarded but curious. together, they moved outside the quaint cottage under the shimmering moon and stars where no prying eyes or ears were present.
"listen... I..." sirius began as he struggled to find the right way to express himself. "I know I hurt you with everything that happened between us and I'm truly sorry for all the pain I caused for you."
her eyes widened but soon softened at his words, her heart aching with lingering hurt and unspoken forgiveness. "it's in the past, sirius," her voice was quiet but tinged with sadness. "we all make mistakes."
his throat was tight with emotions as sirius nodded. "I never stopped caring about you, you know," he confessed and smiled a little but that was quick to disappear. "even when I left, even when everything fell apart, you were still in my thoughts."
with unshed tears, her eyes met his. "I cared about you too sirius," her voice caught in her throat. "but you know things are different now."
Sirius swallowed hard, his heart heavy with the weight of their shared history. "yeah, I know," he said lowly." I see the way you look at regulus... and how he looks at you."
a smile grazed her features as she glanced through the window where regulus was still in conversation with pandora. "regulus..." she whispered, longing rooted in her tone.
"give him a chance," sirius said sincerely as he reached his hand to grab her shoulder. " he cares about you, more than you know, and you deserve to be with someone that makes you happy."
her heart swelled with affection as she glanced back at sirius. "I'll consider it," she promised. "thank you sirius... for everything."
before sirius could respond, the front door opened suddenly. "y/n I've been meaning to tell you some- oh... sirius... hi," regulus stopped at the sight of his brother and his love outside the cozy home.
with a heavy heart and a bittersweet smile, sirius responded with, "I'll leave you two alone."
as sirius reentered the cottage, y/n eyes were fixated on regulus with her heart pounding in her chest. "what is it, regulus?"
regulus took a deep breath as his gaze never broke from hers. "I care about you more than I can put into words," he confessed. "I know I've never said it before but... I love you."
"regulus..." y/n whispered, tears welled up in her eyes as her heart was swimming with emotions. "I love you too."
as they embraced with newfound love and a promise of a future together under the moonlight.
as his footsteps echoed softly on the lovegoods wooden floorboards, he leaned against a wall with his chest tightening with a mix of emotions.
sirius closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm himself from an aching heart. even though his own feelings would forever linger, he knew this was regulus' moment- a moment to spend with the one he loves.
as sirius continued to comfort himself he felt a comforting hand on his shoulder. looking up, sirius saw the sympathetic gaze james gave him.
"hey mate," James said as his voice filled with empathy. "you alright?"
sirius managed to give a weak smile. "I'll be fine... just a lot to process..."
james squeezed his shoulder in solidarity and nodded his head. "I know," his voice was gentle. "you're not alone in this, remember. we're all here for you."
sirius felt a lump in his throat.
"thanks... I appreciate it..."
giving him an encouraging pat on the back and a supportive smile, James returned to tending to his wife and child.
as he stood there, surrounded by the comfort of warmth and laughter of his friends, sirius felt a flicker ignite inside him. though his heart may carry the scars of past mistakes, he knew love would heal even the deepest of wounds.
it's literally 5 am bye I have work in a few hours
Summary: y/n and regulus are arranged to be married and it doesn’t go as planed for the latest.
A/n: umh well… I have disappeared for two years I know but I was randomly reading the two first parts of this series and I thought "I want to know what happens next". Until I obviously figured that I am supposed to write the next part. So here I am !! yay🥳
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It would be a lie to say that regulus didn’t feel guilty after doing what he had done. That night he heard her cry in her room, he felt like his heart was breaking apart.
They didn’t share the same room. It was impossible for y/n to think about sleeping in the same bed as regulus. She never contemplated this before but after what happened the previous night, she was damn sure she didn’t want anything to do with him. As much as he (she thought) wouldn’t want anything to do with her.
So they lived together, they didn’t speak to each other unless it was absolutely necessary and they only shared nods of acknowledgment each time they were in the same room. It was killing regulus.
He obviously resented her for what she did on their wedding day but after thinking about it, they were equal. He was the one, nearly begging his parents to consider a marriage between The Avery Family and the Black’s. Although it wasn’t really necessary because this idea obviously delighted them, The Avery Family was a noble line of pureblood wizards.
He was the one coercing her into this marriage, so the show she put on their wedding day was only payback. But he made the stupid decision of adding fuel to the fire which worsened the situation.
Regulus has loved her ever since he met her. He wanted to make a good impression the first time he saw her on the train to Hogwarts the First Year. And that’s the reason why he eagerly jumped into the boat she was already in, hoping to be friends with her. Their small conversations went pretty well. If only it wasn’t for his clumsiness, he bumped the boat trying to get out of it and it made her lose her balance and fall into the water.
Regulus felt horrible. He knew that she hated him after this. And she had a good reason to. But never, he gave up on seeking her attention. He apologised countless times and when she only glared at him each time he decided to think that the girl was only to full of herself to accept his apologies. But he still continued annoy her. He felt like it was the only thing able to get a reaction out of her, and he loved it.
In Sixth Year, he realised that not only he liked the bickering and this rivalry between them, he just loved talking to her. He loved seeing her face, seeing her eyes scowling at him, hearing her annoyed voice responding to him. He overall loved her mere presence. Hell, he just loved when her name was mentioned. He loved her.
And now that he had her, now that they were bonded together by marriage, he just couldn’t have her. It was the closest he ever could have gotten her yet she was so far away.
He swore that he would swallow his pride, once they were both married. That he would do anything to make her happy, anything to be able to earn her love. But once again he failed. He nearly drowned her. Now she truly hated him. He couldn’t bear it.
The love he held for her was so deep, the only thought of her hatred for him felt like small cuts through his heart.
And so he did it. He swallowed the smallest of pride left in him, and that being done he started leaving small notes with flowers on the kitchen counter every morning before going to work.
Y/n was beyond surprised the first time she saw the beautiful cherry blossom bouquet and the note on the counter. She didn’t expect this coming from Regulus. Especially because their communication went to zero after everything they went through.
She grabbed the note and was quite surprised to find its content.
Your liking for cherries has caused us quite some trouble. I hope you believe me when I say that if the possibility were to be, I would’ve planted hundreds of Cherry blossoms around the house to satisfy your needs. Seeing as I won’t be able to offer you this, I am begging you to accept this humble bouquet in the hopes of earning one day your forgiveness.
-your secret admirer (for quite some time)
What was he doing ? she asked herself.
That evening he didn’t even mention the flowers nor the note. As if nothing happened. She felt extremely confused and was wondering if she should thank him. They silently ate dinner, both avoiding any eye contact. Once they were done he gave her a smile, one that she could only return before going inside her bedroom.
The next morning, she found once again another note with a new bouquet of flowers. Gypsophilas, her favourites.
Before yesterday I never knew I needed to see you smile in my daily basis. Your smile is one of the kind that could make anyone fall absolutely head over heels for you. The kind of smile that would be cruel not to kiss. You smile like the sun smiles at the earth, one look at you and my breathe goes away. I’m hoping by giving you these I may be close to see the sun of your smile again.
-your secret admirer, always R.A.B
She was getting annoyed by the fact he was giving her those subtle notes filled with his feelings and then ended up ignoring her the evening… But oh how could she not smile after seeing this.
And with a suppressed smile, she wrote him a note back. They spent the next few weeks corresponding through notes. Each one getting more and more intimate.
She felt like she learnt more about him through these pieces of papers in barely two weeks than in the 7 years of having known him at Hogwarts.
One morning she woke up earlier than usually and she found herself stumbling upon Regulus in the kitchen, quill in hand writing his upcoming note.
"I never thought I would catch you doing an act of such deceitfulness." Regulus was taken by surprise when he heard her voice. "Writing so early in the morning to one of your mistresses after a month of marriage ? I never thought you would betray me so fast..." She faked sorrow.
"Caught me." Regulus playfully raised both his hand, giving her a sly smirk. "I never thought you would be awake at this hour."
"Well I never meant for you to wake up this late." She playfully rolled her eyes. "It is 5:30 a.m. You are really letting yourself go." He chuckled at her response.
"I was actually hoping to stumble across you. To be able to talk."
"Regulus-"
"No please listen." He cut her off. "I know I have already made my apologies. Or well written them. But I want to apologise again. All I have written in these notes, everything was true. I am extremely sorry for everything I have put you through, from our time to Hogwarts, all the brawling, and even this wedding. I absolutely had no reason to do all of this. Or well, actually I did. But I should’ve never put you through all of this just because I was so absolutely in love with you that I couldn’t deal with my feelings. I should’ve talked to you and it was extremely wrong of me to-"
She had a way of making all his body melt to find hers in a second because at the moment he felt her lips touch his, all he could do was try to feel, to explore every inch of her body.
"I love you." She simply said. And when Regulus thought he couldn’t feel much better he felt his heart race a mile and more and he kissed her again.
"I love you." He answered. "More and more. I always have." They smiled.
"Do you want to know something ?" She said after a few seconds of staring at each other.
