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puppy-coded · 2 years

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Together Forever {R.B.}

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: food mention, dark magic, reader and Reggie being rebels at some point, kids

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Regulus Black x fem!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2351 words

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It’s been a fun life with Regulus. You just know he loves you. im bad at summaries okay

✰ 𝐀/𝐍: Requested by @ell0ra-br3kk3r and a quick reminder that requests are open

The Black family. Most prominent family in the wizarding world at the time. Yet they lurk in Knockturn Alley when they need things.

They stopped by a dingy little shop that sold most dark items but was especially known for beautiful heirloom copies of books. Books and books filled with dark magic.

It was a shame that they were so ornate.

“Ah! The Black family. My best customers.” A man standing behind the counter greeted.

Walburga Black, the worst of them all, cracked a small smile at the greeting. “Only because you’re the only shop in Knockturn Alley that sells the gorgeous books we desire.”

The man chuckled and leaned over the counter to look at a little boy, about seven, with dark hair.“And who’s this?” The man asked.

Walburga kept the small smile on her face as she brushed the hair out of the little boy’s face. “It’s our little Regulus.”

The man smiled kindly at young Regulus. “You’re about the same as my little girl. Let me get her for you.”

The man went into the back room and came back with a little girl around six or seven.

“(Y/N), say hi to little... what was it?” The man asked Walburga.

“Regulus sir,” Little Regulus piped up.

Your father patted you on the shoulder with a suggestion. “Why don’t you go in the back and play while Mr. and Mrs. Black and I discuss some things. Sound good?” He asked little you.

“Okay.” You shrugged, going back into the room and waving Regulus with you.

You two talked about the usual things that six- and seven-year-olds usually talk about. It was fun for the both of you.

And that was the start of an everlasting bond between little you and Regulus.

Years later you were on Regulus’ shoulders, trying to reach the cookie jar on the top shelf.

“Won’t you parents be mad that we got cookies without asking?” Regulus asked, struggling a little.

You were so close. You felt your fingers brush the ceramic pot and grunted. “Only if they- A little higher please Reg... Thanks! Only if they find out.” You told him.

Regulus wheezed under the pressure of another human on his shoulders. “Don’t they... have... eyes... everywhere?” He asked the best he could.

You kicked him a little and he put you down. Not before you got the cookie jar though.

“Were you not listening?” You asked, taking a cookie out. “If they find out. They won’t.”

Inseparable.

Eleven-year-old you was kicking your feet out as you looked out the window.

“What do you think your house is gonna be?” You asked suddenly, turning to your friend.

Regulus shrugged and looked down before answering. “I hope it’s Slytherin.”

You felt yourself make a face at his choice of house. “Why?”

“I don’t want my parents to be mad at me like they are with Sirius.” He admitted. “I don’t want that.”

“Oh.” Was all you had to say to your friends answer.

“What house do you hope you get?” He asked in return, hoping to lighten the mood.

“Slytherin.” You responded plainly.

Now it was his turn to make a face. “Why?”

“Because I’m bad at making new friends,” You stated.

You two did everything together.

Regulus had dragged you out to the quidditch field to practice with him one-on-one since no one else would.

“Regulus I am not playing quidditch with you.” You huffed. “I need to go back to my Runes homework.”

He was your best friend but no.

“Why not?” He asked, putting his free hand on his hip.

You just stared incredulously. “I’m scared of heights! No!”

“Come on, don’t be a square,” Reggie taunted.

You crossed your arms with another huff. “I’m not a square. Just don’t wanna get hurt.”

“How do you survive flying class?”

“Barely.”

“Not the question.” He said, waving his broom at you.

At least, you did almost everything together.

“Regulus. I don’t know how to feel about this.” You whispered in the middle of the crowded store. “This goes against everything our parents stand for.”

“Come on, live a little!” Regulus said, grabbing another jacket.

Your eyes widened and you took a step back. “No thanks. I choose life.”

“But look! It’s blue! And, here,” He said, grabbing a random hoodie off the metal clothes rack. “This hoodie is almost exactly your style.”

“They’re muggle clothes.” You reminded him.

He rolled his eyes in response. “And?”

“No.”

“Alright. I’ll live in comfort while you don’t.” He said, sticking his tongue out at you.

You shrugged, almost indifferent to his antics. “I’m fine with that. As long as I live.”

Eventually dating.

A seventeen-year-old Regulus burst into your room with his hands behind his back, clearly excited about something. “I have a present for you!”

You jumped at the suddenness but smiled nonetheless. “What is it Reg?”

“I got you a bear for your birthday.” He stated proudly, holding out the stuffed toy for you.

You put a hand to your chest and poked your lip out. “Aww! You shouldn’t have!”

“It’s, um... you know, no big deal.” He said nervously. “Press his paw.”

You did and you instantly heard Reggie’s voice... but in the bear. “Wanna go out? I have a plan. It’s not a good one but I have one.”

You beamed up at Regulus when it was done. “Reggie! I’d love to!”

Regulus smiled shyly back at you. “Great. I was hoping you’d say that. Come on, it’s your birthday-dinner-slash-date.”

Establishing your favorite type of date night.

Three years later, he found this beautiful spot. It was a beautiful cliff with the ocean below. The waves crashing against the shore softly had locked in the spot as an instant favorite.

“This place is beautiful Reg!” You exclaimed.

Regulus smiled at you, putting the picnic basket down. “Thanks. I found it while I was... uh... doing stuff.”

“What stuff?” You asked.

“Hiking and shit.”

“Ew.”

Regulus nodded. “Yeah, it’s the last time I hang out with the human golden retriever, Remus, and Sirius.”

“Makes sense.” You said, spreading your blanket on the ground. “I would hate it too.”

“Hey babe?” Regulus asked.

“Hm?” You hummed, sitting down and getting things out of the basket.

He took a deep breath before sitting down with you. “I have a very important question for you.”

“Okay. What is it?” You asked casually, not at all picking up on Regulus’ nervousness.

“Would you, like, wanna marry me?” He asked just as casually.

Your head snapped up. “Of course!”

Regulus smiled. “Good. Because I wanna marry you.”

“Good!”

“Good.”

Surviving marriage...

You had been cleaning all day and you were just about to go take a nap when you saw it.

“Reg. What the hell is this?” You asked, pointing at the offending object.

He got up and looked confused at what you were pointing at. “Um... a pan?”

You looked mad at his response. “A dirty pan! In the sink! After I just did the effing dishes!” You told him angrily.

We wrapped you in his arms, knowing that it would calm you down. “I’m sorry mon ange I completely wasn’t paying attention.”

You returned the hug and squeezed slightly. “I didn’t mean to get loud. I’m just stressed. Work had been crazy and being an auror is terrible. I just want a clean house so I can relax,” You sniffled.

Regulus kissed the top of your head and rested there. “Love, you’re going to scrub your fingers to nubs. You’ve had us scrubbing all day.”

“Maybe I should... take a break,” You admitted.

“I think that would be best.” Reggie agreed, leading you to your bedroom.

... And kids together.

“Regulus. You suck.”

“I didn’t mean to get you pregnant,” He defended.

“This is all your fault.” You said, crossing your arms.

Regulus did the same. “It takes two to tango.”

It suddenly sank in. What this meant for the both of you. “I’m not ready to be a mom.” You moved your hands to your face in panic, your mind filling with all the worst case scenarios.

Regulus raked a hand through his hair. “I don’t think Sirius is ready to be an uncle.”

You gripped his arm as hard as you could with a panicked look. “How are you so calm? Why are you so calm? I’m freaking out!”

“Because it’s not as big of a deal as you’re making it out to be.” Your ever-so-helpful husband said.

Clearly, it was not the right response.

“You’re not the one pushing a watermelon out of yourself,” You reminded him.

“I mean...”

“No! I’m mad at you because of this.” You huffed, walking out of the room to leave Regulus alone.

“Maybe I don’t want to be a dad?” He said to himself, not completely understanding what just happened.

Eventually it all dwindled down...

After a long and laborious 16 hours, you saw Regulus tear up for the second time in his life. You two were given a few minutes to yourselves to admire your new child.

“Stop! Why is our daughter so cute?” You asked Regulus.

He smiled softly at the baby and kept his voice at a whisper. “I don’t know but I love her.”

“Can you get Siri in here?” You requested. “I need his commentary.”

“Sure darling.” He kissed your forehead and left to get Sirius.

Regulus went into the waiting room and shook his head at how dramatic his brother was being. To be fair, Sirius was excited for his niece to enter the world. Probably more excited than you two were.

Sirius came in with so many balloons with Remus in tow. Remus had quite a few bags in his hands, probably full of things for your daughter. Sirius had tied all the balloons to the end of your hospital bed before coming up to you.

You held up your baby the best you could when you saw him. “How cute is our baby?”

Sirius chuckled and held your daughter carefully, protectively. “You’re giving me baby fever. Remus we need one!”

“No!”

Sirius shrugged. “Worth a shot.”

You beckoned Reggie over and whispered. “Understand why I needed his input?”

“And now that you have a kid, hopefully you don’t need my brother’s input anymore,” Sirius chimed in.

“Oh my god. Sirius shut up!” Responded a very, very pink Regulus.

“Have you thought of a name yet?” Remus asked, mostly to distract the brothers for a moment or two.

Regulus took a deep breath and started in on the backstory to introduce the final choice. “We’ve been talking about it for months but now... I think it’s final. We do want to keep up using star names. It’s tradition at this point...”

Sirius shushed him and held up a finger. “I didn’t need a monologue. What’s her name?”

“Astra.” You responded, grabbing Reg’s hand. “It means ‘of the stars’.”

“It’s beautiful.” Sirius said quietly, repeating the name over and over again.

... then picked up...

Sleep was nonexistent and so was your sanity. You and Reg were getting ready to go to drop off Astra at Sirius’ since he offered to be “Uncle of the Year.” You and Reg took him up on it because, let’s be real, parenthood kinda sucks.

You were almost packed when you remembered that you needed to put her food in the bag. It’s an important part of being a human after all.

“Food. Where’s her bottle?” You asked an equally tired Reggie.

Regulus held up an empty hand before realizing i was empty. “Um... I just had it.”

“Did we lose it?” You asked. “I can make another one. She’s going to be there all day. I should make more for just in case.”

Regulus shook his head. “No... no. I got it... it’s... Ha! Here!”

“Great! Now we need to get...” You looked around, not seeing your kid anywhere. “Where’s our baby? Where’s Astra?”

“Babe, calm down.” Reggie tried, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“Astra! Come on! Come here girly.” You called and clapped as it she was a dog.

Regulus looked over his shoulder and smiled. “She’s in her car seat by the door.”

“God I need sleep.” You told him. “Glad Sirius offered today.”

... then it was still...

“Mommy! Mommy!” Astra called, running and giggling through the house and into the kitchen where you were.

“Yes dear?” You asked, putting the plate down.

Astra grabbed your hand and started tugging on you. “You wanna have a tea part with me, daddy, Uncle Siri, and Uncle Moony?”

“Sounds full darling.”

“Please? We only have four and need an even number!” The five-year-old begged, tugging on your arm harder.

You let her lead you to her room. “Can’t argue with that logic.”

Regulus, Sirius, and Remus had all stuffed their legs under a table meant for kids with their make up clearly done by the five year old girl. The bright pink boas and tiaras really pulled their outfits together.

“She’s lucky we love her,” Reggie grumbled.

“Speak for yourself little brother. I look fabulous!” Sirius stated, flipping his pink boa around his neck.

... And all was well...

Little Astra had crept through the house into your room, clutching her favorite bear.

She got to your side of the bed and tapped you until you woke up.“Mommy. I had a bad dream.”

You pcked up the blankets, inviting her to crawl into bed with you and Regulus. “Come here baby. You can sleep with us. Right Reg?”

“Mhm... anytime baby...” He mumbled, still mostly asleep.

Astra giggled at his response. “I don’t think daddy heard you.”

“He’s just tired. So is Mommy.” You told her, laying her down.

“So is Astra.” She said sleepily, rubbing her eyes.

“Then go to sleep. Or the giant spiders’ll get’cha.” You joked, making your hands move similarly to a spiders legs.

“Stop giving our child nightmares,” Reggie ordered.

You giggled softly and wrapped your arms around your daughter. Regulus turned over and wrapped his arms around his two girls.

And all you needed was your little family.

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ijustwantogohomehogwarts · 8 months

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l o o k | a t | m e

Y/n and Tim are sharing a very intimate moment, and he wants nothing more than for her to look at him. Let's be honest, who doesn't want to look at him?!

Warnings and such: ummm yeahhhh....absolutely smutty...soft smut, but still smut! 18+ no minors. Some swearing and mentions of spit...definitely not proofread! let me know if I missed something?

A/N: I have a lot of smut written in general and I like it better than the soft stuff, but i like soft stuff! Not sure how I feel about this one so lmk!

ALSO: lmk what other tags i should add to these posts!

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"Look at me."

His voice was gentle but demanding, the echo of his words like a lifeline to drag me back to reality, out of this incoherent but beautiful headspace.

Look at me

Like a soft echo, something to focus on. His voice.

My back arched and hips rolled. I felt like I was on fire, and I was loving every moment of it. As I tried with any strand of willpower I had left to open my eyes, the vision of Timothée came into focus. He was beautiful. He was always beautiful, but this was a different kind of beautiful.

"Look at me," He repeated, smiling softly down at me.

With pleasure.

A few moments passed, or maybe a few hours, before my eyes grew heavy again, vision blurred as I fought against rolling my eyes back with pleasure.

I gasped loudly, a string of groans following instantly as he bent over me, his hips burrowing into mine as he thrusted deeper into me. My legs wrapped tightly around his lower back, hands clawing desperately at him. I thought, for a moment, I would die if I lost the feeling. He dropped to his elbows, caging me below him and began trailing sloppy kisses across my neck and chest, interrupted only by feverish pants and profanities which presented themselves as deep groans through gritted teeth.

"T-Tim," I gasped again, feeling his hips roll in an effort to get impossibly further inside me. My nails dug into his back before reaching for his shoulders.

I was desperate. I could feel it coursing through my body. Close wasn't close enough.

Sweat dampened curls bounced in front of my eyes and tickled my nose when he took a moment to look down at where our bodies met. That was one of his favorite sights in the world. My hand reached higher, tugging the hair at the top of his head- I needed his eyes on me. I needed him to watch me come undone beneath him. He obliged.

One hand snakes it's way under my shoulder, pulling me down to meet his thrusts. There was no way of possibly being any closer, but everything was worth a try. My hips rolled up again, head back and my shut tightly. I opened my mouth, desperate to scream out the tingling sensation that rumbled in my stomach, but nothing came out. My breath quickened and I managed a moan, but nothing near what I was feeling on the inside.

"Look...at me," Tim repeated, panting between thrusts. His arm left my shoulder, finger trailing lightly down my stomach until he reached the bundle of nerves I had between us. I didn't need to open my eyes to see the smirk on his face, but my eyes opened quickly at the warm feeling of fluid that wasn't my own landing just above where I needed him to touch me. I looked down and watched as he spit drooled again, thumb collecting it and pressing harshly against me.

I was done.

I screamed, legs shaking around him as my orgasm washed over me. He continued to fuck me through it, wave after wave of pleasure consuming my body. It was almost too much. Almost.

"Fuck!" He grunted loudly, fingers digging into my hips as he chased his own release.

The room was silent, aside from the two of us desperately trying to catch our breaths. There was no more moaning, groaning or echoing of skin against skin. I whimpered as he pulled out of me, the empty feeling consuming all of my thoughts. I hated it. Tim ran a finger up my slit, collecting whatever juices spilled out on the tip of his finger.

"Open,"

I did as I was told, the salty taste in my throat sent a new wave of excitement through my. I fought, again, to open my eyes, to take in the sight of him- sweaty and restless and fucked. Though heavy eyelids I watched him stand, pull on a pair of long forgotten boxers and run his hands though his hair. He smiled when he caught sight of me staring.

"Pretty baby," He whispered, climbing back in bed and straddled my still shaking hips. "you alright?"

"Mhmm," I mumbled, not sure if I could remember how to talk.

He smiled and bent over me, feather light kisses trailing across my face, down my neck and across my collarbones. His hair, once again, ticking my nose. I ran my fingers gently up and down his back, soothing the raised lines and crescent shaped bumps I had left against his skin. They'd be gone my morning, almost entirely anyway, but for the rest of the night, each touch was reminder and heated my body with excitement and anticipation.

"Come on," his voice echoed in my ears again as he spoke, climbing off of me again. "Let's get cleaned up."

I didn't move. I couldn't. I wanted more.

"Y/n," He cooed again. "Look at me..."

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fragileheartbeats · 7 days

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Timmy gifs that make me fall for him all over again 🥺🖤

I really should start writing for him...

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darkwitchgardener · 1 month

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why are some tumblr writers becoming so fucking entitled?💀 like why are basically forcing people to reblog your work? Talking about "Only likes will be blocked" just don't post your shit at this point lmaooo 😭😭. edit: {2 days later} ⬇️

(the result of what's happened since i posted this)

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robarazzii · 8 months

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he wants to be regulus black so bad🙄🙄😌

#marauders #marauders era #marauders fluff #marauders headcanon #robarazzii says #regulus black #regulus arcturus black #regulus black x reader #regulus black x y/n #regulus black angst #regulus black fluff #timothée chalamet #timothée imagine #timothée chalamet x reader #timothee chamalet #timothee chalamet imagine #timothee chalamet x reader

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meiiie · 4 months

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﹒⪩📷⪨﹒timothée chalamet - mood board﹒⪩🕰️⪨﹒

have you guys seen willy wonka omg it was so fire

reqs are open for mood boards

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violetrainbow412-blog · 5 months

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PAUL ATREIDES MASTERLIST

REGULUS BLACK MASTERLIST

WILLY WONKA MASTERLIST

#timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet fanfic #paul atreides #dune #paul atreides masterlist #paul atreides x reader #regulus black #harry potter #marauders #regulus black masterlist #regulus black x reader #willy wonka #willy wonka x reader #wonka 2023 #willy wonka fanfic #willy wonka masterlist

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hamlets-ak · 1 year

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pygmalion and galatea ༊*·˚

༘♡ do you have sinful thoughts sometimes?

in which regulus is a painter and you are his muse

*18+, minors DNI, sexual themes & references, romantic dynamic, first time, consent

Your eyes were fixed on him and couldn't look away.

Regulus had the face of Apollo. Sharp yet smooth features with soft curves, plump reddish lips, and a slim straight nose with a little bump on it. His seemingly tired eyes were like the sky on a winter's day, rounder on the outside, corners pointing downwards.

Everything on him was so balanced and symmetric, even the curls that were spread messily around him. Watching the hair fall on top of his forehead, covering his eyes, made you want to just extend your hand to brush it off, and lovingly pull it behind his ear.

He glanced up at you for a few moments at the feeling of your persistent stare, causing your eyes to move to the window behind him immediately. You gulped embarrassed that for only a second or two, he caught you darting him. You heard a smile forming on his face as he turned back to his canvas.

You had been working with Regulus for quite a while. He was laconic, only saying what was necessary to be said, nothing more, nothing less. However, your curiosity had forced you to spend hours and hours just examining him. You had learned every move of his by heart.

When he didn't like something he curled up his nose in discomfort. When he didn't like your pose or wanted you to fix your posture, he was biting his lips while quickly exchanging glances between you and the canvas. When he was running his hands through his hair, you knew you were done for the day. He didn't need to say a word and you understood immediately what he meant.

His gaze moved back to you and his eyes stayed there for longer than you expected. Without knowing he was still looking at you, you dared to glance at him. He smiled watching you hold your breath and lightly shook his head at the irony of your timidness.

The dark candlelit room was exhaling an erotic air. The trembling orange glow was softly hugging the curves of your body, as you were laid naked on a couch only a few meters away from him; your head balanced on your left hand that was on top of your right one, both placed on the arm of the couch, as your body was spread sideways; your right thigh on top of your left that was lightly extended to the front, creating shadows that were hiding your secret spots.

You had posed for many artists in the past but Regulus was the only one able to bring you self-consciousness. He made you feel vulnerable in front of him and incredibly nervous. Little did you know to Regulus you were the most beautiful muse that existed. He was in love with you just like Pygmalion was in love with Galatea.

Because of you, he was living in a constant contradiction. He wanted to look at you all day every day, but at the same time, he couldn't wait for you to leave so he could relax himself at the thought of your free body laying on his couch.

The secret to not revealing his feelings for you was to not speak and not look at you. But that day maybe it was the lust in the atmosphere, maybe it was your pose, maybe it was your siren stare, but he felt extremely bold and decided to play along.

You watched his Adam's apple rising and falling as he maneuvered his hips to the seat. You gulped and your lips separated at the view of his pants getting tighter. Regulus' grip on his pencil got harder, so tight almost able to break it in half. His eyes were sealed shut. Looking at him like that you couldn't help but press your legs together. You needed him right at that moment. As if Regulus heard your prayers, he looked at you, eyes dark by shadows, and let the pencil fall to the ground. You repositioned yourself, as you turned your head to the large windows on the side. He was the one with the huge bulge between his legs but somehow you ended up feeling completely ashamed because you just happened to look at him.

You heard the sound of the chair against the wooden floor and then slow steps towards you. You gulped, as you turned around only to see Regulus standing right in front of you, crouched to meet your height.

Your lips separated releasing hot breaths. Heartbeat became unsteady when his dirty palm touched your cheek, leaving red stains of paint behind it. He held you, his thumb trailing all the way up until it reached your ear, as his other fingers hugged the side of your neck.

His head leaned close and eyes moved from your sparkling stare to your soft lips. With forehead almost touching forehead and tasting the other's breath, you tented your neck closing the gap between you. Your hand moved to his wrist, fingers wrapped kindly around his pulse.

Regulus tied both hands on the back of your neck lightly standing up and sitting on the couch beside you, then leaning his body against yours.

His lips were silky and felt like you were touching clouds. You let his hand free run down the line between your chest and find his way to the curve of your waist, coloring you as he swam down your body.

You gasped hard at his arm that traveled back on your breast, your nipple captive of his pale fingers. Regulus' breath was coming out in flustered pants. His lips moved to your jaw, kissing tenderly your neck and then down your collarbones, ending on your chest. You could feel his sweaty hair caressing your skin. You moaned pulling his curls behind, holding them out of his face, while he was licking, lightly sucking your nipples.

He smiled as he kissed your belly and you breathed out shakily watching the way his grey eyes were fixed on you. He moved lower and lower until he ran his tongue on your pubic hair, his hands rubbing both sides of your outer thighs and then your buttocks.

You chuckled at him, your little laugh breaking the deadly silence that dominated the room. He couldn't help but smile again, his eyes meeting yours, as his fingers moved into your inside thighs and then slowly on your knees.

He moved one of your legs and without much thinking, he dived in between them. He looked up at you as he sucked your folds and buried his tongue inside. Your hands pulled his hair and pressed him down on you, not being able to keep up with his teasing.

You were already so wet, Regulus must have realized himself, that's why he was looking at you. Your head fell back on the arm of the couch as you moaned. Every time he got deeper and deeper, faster and faster, sucking your folds hard as if trying to drain them. He made you completely soaked and you were ready to release with trembling legs that he held both sides steady while his head was deep finding its way inside you.

Feeling that you were ready to cum, Regulus pulled back and sucked your folds. His head came out of your thighs to take a breath and a cry escaped your lips, holding tightly his wrist to the couch. You gave in to your orgasm.

He leaned down and with a mischievous smile, his tongue lashed at everything it could get while sucking on you at the same time. He had you in his mouth, dripping from his lips.

Regulus stood up and pecked your lips once. Your eyes followed him, your whole body panting, looking at him carelessly unbuttoning his white shirt and tossing it to the floor next to you. You leaned down on the couch to both your elbows gazing at him grinning and taking down his black pants, followed by his stained trunks.

Your head slightly tilted to the side, in your face marked a dreamy look. His body was lean with taut muscles and an erection that made you wonder how could he fit inside you without tearing you apart.

He carefully fell on top of you, on that old worn-out couch. His chest was pressed on top of yours and you could feel his bulge between your legs. He groaned, locking you between his arms, his cock trying to find its way inside you. Your hands took his wet length squeezing it gently before placing it on your opening.

Only the tip of his cock made your whole body shake. You let your head fall back as Regulus pressed down on you, his lips releasing hot breaths on your ear. He kissed you sweetly.

Regulus hovered over you again your faces only centimeters apart, lips almost touching. Both of your hands cupped his face for just a few seconds so you could see him clearly. He was like a wild animal. That blissed-out expression, that tilt of the head, the movement of the Adam's apple struggling to swallow.

Your skins brushed savagely, yet with a strange tenderness against each other. Every move was so barbaric but kind at the same time. You could breathe the other in, stained moans eliciting from both of you.

The couch rattled beneath you as Regulus' pelvis smushed inside you, animalistic screams of delight leaving both your mouths.

« Oh, fuck! », Regulus gasped. « I feel like fucking Pygmalion. » His words made you smile. « Does that make me Galatea? », you asked cheekily. Regulus grinned while his whole body was panting.

Shadows casted by the flinching light of the candles towered over you at the walls making you look five times bigger than you actually were, imitating your every move like mirrors.

« Regulus! », you breathed out as he jerked against you again causing both of you to release at the same time. Regulus tiredly fell on top of you, hugging you tight. His eyes moved up to you and smiled watching your beautiful almost painful grimace.

Hands cupped your flushed panting face, holding it tightly with his shaky grip, and his thumbs wiped away your tears. He pressed his forehead against yours, your sweat mixing up, as he looked into your eyes and then smashed a kiss on your lips.

The summer breeze flew inside dragging the curtains with it and burning off the candles. You looked at him laying on top of you, the moonglow caressing his pale skin, and you thought feeling his heart pounding against your belly, that this was your person and you wanted to stay there, glued to him forever.

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her-favorite · 4 months

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TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET M.L.:

TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET:

PAUL ATREIDES:

LAURIE LAURENCE:

REGULUS BLACK:

LEE:

consumption

the eyes in iowa

WILLY WONKA:

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puppy-coded · 2 years

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His Princess{R.B.}

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mention of beheading, mentions of anger issues, showing of knees in front of a man

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Stable boy!Regulus Black x princess!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2534 words

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: I listened to Love Story by Taylor Swift over and over again while writing this. I think that should be a clue to how this will turn out. Kinda cliche but I like it.

✰ 𝐀/𝐍: The ending is meh BUT this is not the end of my royal au days. Oh no, it is only the beginning.

✰ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @ell0ra-br3kk3r

Regulus Black, or “boy” as his boss would call him, had always admired you. He tended to your horse, gave him to you when you went who-knows-where, took him back, admired you from afar, repeat.

It was like that everyday.

And it was excruciating.

“Hello Regulus!” You greeted as always, swinging a basket like usual.

He gotten your horse out for you and smiled. “Good morning ma’am.” He greeted, as always.

You giggled a bit at that. “How many times do I have to tell you that you’re allowed to call me by my name?” You asked.

“As long as I have my work,” Regulus answered. He held out his hand for you so he could help you up.

As always.

And off you went once you were up.

He never knew where you would go during the day but he knew that you were always back at the same time.

No matter what.

Until that day of course.

He couldn’t leave until you got back and when you weren’t back at your usual time he freaked out a little.

He took a horse from it’s place and went to find you.

He knew you always went west, into the woods.

He had ridden until he heard rushing water and thought the worst. He went faster and saw you.

You were sitting under a tall tree, the sunset hitting your face just right, and clearly engrossed in what you were reading.

Regulus cleared his throat and prepared to speak when you looked up.

You looked up at him, horrified. “I’m late aren’t I?” You asked.

“Um...” Regulus struggled.

You gasped and hurriedly put your things in your basket. “I was meant to meet the Prince of Greece today! Oh what have I done? Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear,” You panicked. “Whatever you do, don’t tell anyone about this,” You ordered.

Regulus gulped and nodded at the order. He watched as you sped off to where you were meant to go. He was dumbfounded by the interaction.

. . .

You had gotten back to the palace and ran up the steps, hiding your basket in a far corner.

You hiked up your skirts and ran up the steps as fast as you could.

Your family was in the middle of dinner when you came bursting in. You tried composing yourself but it proved harder than it seemed.

“Where were you m’dear?” You mother asked as soon as you took a seat.

“Nowhere mother.” You answered curtly, trying not to seem out of breath.

Your younger sister snickered. “I know where she was. She was off with that stable boy all day. They both were gone when I went to check on her.”

You flushed and sank in your seat, looking down at your empty plate. “Nuh-uh.”

“We will talk about this later young lady,” Your father told you sternly.

After dinner you moped all the way to your room and changed into your bed clothes. You knew you were going to get the lecture of a lifetime from your father. You hadn’t meant to be late, it just happened.

But you were wrong.

“M’dear,” You heard your mother say gently. “What were you doing all day?”

“Nothing mama, just in the woods.” You answered. It was the truth after all.

She made her way to your bed where you were sitting with your knees to your chest. She sat on the edge of it and patted your knee.

She sighed and wrapped you in her arms. “We just want you to be careful is all.”

“I am.”

“And I talked to your father. You’re not allowed to go down to the stables anymore.” She revealed, which made you look at her all teary eyed.

“But-”

She put a hand up to get you to stop talking. “It’s the best I could do. He wanted to behead the boy.”

You put your head between your knees. “I wasn’t even with him. He came to check on me.”

“I understand but you know your father’s temper.” She said, swiping her fingers over your forehead. “You are allowed to go there one last time though. Only to say goodbye to him.”

You sniffled. “The boy has a name. It’s Regulus.”

Your mother smiled slightly and kissed your forehead. “Are you friends?”

“A little?”

“ I will always, always advocate for you and your happiness m’dear.” She informed you. “Which is why I’m not telling you that he didn’t say anything about the garden at the end of the day.” She said and it made you smile. “Or that your father will be gone next week to make peace with the King of Spain.”

“Right,” You said. “That’s why I’m not thanking you for this information.”

She kissed your forehead and bade you goodnight, blowing out the candle by your bed for you.

. . .

You slowly made your way to the stables where you knew that Regulus would be. He had to be. “Hello Regulus,” You greeted quietly.

He smiled and got your horse ready. “Good morning ma’am.” His smiled slowly faded when he saw your sad expression. “Is something troubling you?” He asked, stopping what he was doing to lean on the fence separating the two of you.

You took a deep breath and tried to keep the tears in. “I’m... not allowed to see you anymore.” You said with a sniffle.

“Why not?” He asked, confusion evident on his features.

You wiped your face and tried to avoid the question. “It could be worse! My father wanted to behead you.”

Regulus hid his surprise well but gave himself away by gripping the fence. “Why?”

“Because of my sister who can’t keep her nose out of anyone’s business.” You huffed, crossing your arms and not making eye contact with the black haired boy.

“Oh.”

“But I’m not telling you that he said nothing about the garden in the evenings.” You said quietly. He almost didn’t catch it. “Or his trip to Spain that he will be going on next week.”

You looked up to see his smiling face. “Then I’m not saying that I’ll be there tonight.”

. . .

You had been sitting on a bench for an hour, giving up hope and gripping your skirts, when you saw him.

You stood up and yelled for him, motioning for him to come over. “Regulus!” Your father would be horrified at how un-lady-like you were being at that exact moment.

He beamed when he saw you and made his way to you. “Hello ma’am.”

“I want to be your friend,” You said quickly.

The same look of confusion he wore earlier that day appeared once more. “Weren’t we already friends?”

You shrugged. “Not really but I realize that I enjoy your presence.”

“I see,” He nodded slowly.

You looked up at him and smiled. “How was work today?”

He shrugged and sat down next to you. “Odd without you in my routine.”

“I see.” You nodded, returning the phrase.

He smiled and quickly turned serious. “I have a personal question to ask.”

“Yes?”

“What do you do when you go into the woods?” He asked, shifting to look at you better.

You averted your gaze at the question. “The truth?”

“The truth,” He confirmed.

You looked down and picked at a loose thread. You felt your chest and neck heat up in embarrassment. “Um... it’s a bit embarrassing.”

“How so?” He asked, grabbing your hand. You looked up to see him looking genuinely interested in what you had to say.

It made you want to tell him every aspect of your life.

“I read children’s stories... Fairy tales.” You said plainly, looking away from Regulus once more.

He smiled warmly at you, not a trace of a mocking tone in his voice. “Sounds fun.”

You allowed yourself a small smile. “They’ve convinced me that fairies are real.”

“You mean they aren’t?” Regulus asked dramatically. “That’s the first I’m hearing of this!” He said, putting his hands on his hips.

You laughed loudly at Regulus’ theatrics. “Of course they’re not!”

He shrugged. “I dunno, they’re tricky little things. Wouldn’t be surprised if they were real.”

. . .

Early the next morning Regulus had seen you excitedly run toward him, skirts hiked up to your knees. You almost ran into the fence separating the two of you but you were able to stop yourself.

“(Y/N), has your father left yet?” He asked as soon as you were situated.

You nodded, rubbing your eyes. “He did this morning.”

“I have something I want to show you. C’mon.” He smiled, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the woods.

About halfway to your usual spot you started to second guess yourself. “Reggie, I don’t know. You could get into serious trouble for this. I could get into serious trouble for this,” You stated nervously.

Regulus only looked back at you and smiled. “It’s a risk that I’m willing to take.”

You bit your lip and let him lead you, squeezing his hand here and there. When your usual spot you realized it was different.

It had firefly jars and little things for fairies and more flowers than last time and you just knew that Regulus would’ve had to plant them. It was beautiful.

“Reggie, it’s beautiful!” You gushed. You went a jar filled with fireflies and smiled. It must have taken him all night to do that.

“I, um, have been thinking a lot about fairy tales lately.” He told you quietly. “Hopefully the fairy garden attracts them.”

“Who?” You asked, getting up with the fireflies.

“Why the fairies of course,” He said as if it was totally obvious.

You put a hand on his shoulder and smiled warmly at Regulus. “You’re such a kind soul. What did I do to deserve this?”

He blushed at the contact and kind words. “It’s nothing of course.”

“I love it.” You told him, laying on the ground with your dress spread out around you.

. . .

You and Regulus were in the garden laying on each other and

Regulus closed his book and sighed before shifting so you had to get off of him. “(Y/N). We’ve been friends for a year now...”

“Astute observation Reggie,” You said, stretching your arms over your head after sitting up.

“I... was wondering if we could...” He tried to say. “Um... If you would be okay with... er...” He struggled slightly.

You gave Regulus a look of concern since he never acts like this. “Are you okay?”

“Court! Us!” He finally blurted out.

“What?” You asked, confused by the sudden outburst.

Regulus scratched his nose as his neck and cheeks started to turn pink. “What I mean to say is I want a... um... courtship... With you.”

“I would enjoy that very much,” You beamed.

Regulus looked at you in surprise. “You would?”

“Of course! However-” You were cut off by a nervous Regulus.

“Oh no. ‘However’ is never a good thing.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “However, Regulus-”

“Oh no. ‘However Regulus’ is even worse,” Regulus interrupted again.

“Reggie! Stop interrupting,” You laughed.

“Sorry.”

“However, I don’t know how my father would react,” You said simply.

Regulus was quiet for a few seconds before having a light bulb moment. “We can keep it secret.”

“I’m okay with that,” You shrugged.

“You’re okay with lying to your father?” He asked, crossing his arms with a raised eyebrow.

“In the name of love,” You responded dramatically.

He nodded. “Right... What about your mother?”

“She’ll keep a secret,” You said nonchalantly.

“Sister?” He listed.

“Only snag in our plan,” You informed him.

He smiled at the hope that the plan might work. “Our fairy garden?”

“Every chance I get,” You smiled in return.

Regulus clapped loudly. “It’s official then!” He said happily.

. . .

Regulus was in your usual spot in the woods, waiting for you to get there. He did understand why you always were there now. It was quiet and calm and slow there.

His thoughts were interrupted by you yelling his name, running toward him.

“Reg!” You yelled out.

He smiled and turned to you when he knew you could hear him speak regularly. “What is it my love?” He asked as he grabbed your hands.

You waited until you caught your breath and looked down between you two before looking back up. “We have to tell my parents. About us.”

“Why?”

You bit your lip and it seemed like eternity before you tentatively answered. “Well... I’m almost 18 and...” You trailed off, not meeting his eyes.

“And?” He asked, trying to get you to continue.

You squeezed his hands slightly before looking up at him, tears threatening to fall. “And my father wants to marry me off.”

“What?”

You shook your head before continuing. “Mother tried to talk him out of it, she really did but...”

He looked at you, full of concern. “But...?”

“She couldn’t Reg,” You responded tearfully.

“What if...?”

You stomped your foot petulantly. “Screw the ‘what if’s. If we don’t reveal ourselves then we can never see each other again.” You told him, shaking his hands.

Regulus nodded, putting a hand on your your cheek and wiping away the tears with his thumb. “Alright. When?”

“Tonight,” You sniffed.

He smiled at kissed your forehead. “I’ll dress my best.”

. . .

You nervously waited for Regulus to come up through the garden and you smiled when he was, in fact, dressed his best. You rushed him in and brought him to the dining room with your family.

“Who’s this?” Your father immediately asks upon seeing your fingers intertwined.

You gestured to Regulus “This is Regulus Black. My... other half. The better half.” You said quickly, squeezing his hand harder than you meant to.

The larger man’s eyes widened. “Your what?”

“My... my...” You nervously tried to answer.

“I heard what you said.” He said, putting his hands up to make you be quiet. “How long has this been going on?”

“Almost a year?” You responded, now unsure of your plan.

Your father stood up and walked over to where he towered over you and Regulus. “A year of secrets?”

“Please Sir, if I-” Regulus started to interject.

He swiped his hand to get Reg to stop. “No. You’ll only make this worse for yourself.”

Your mother stood up and got between the three of you. “Maybe we should all-”

“Out.” Your father said quietly.

“I-”

“Out!” He rumbled, pointing in the direction of the exit.

Regulus hung his head in shame and was about to walk out when you grabbed his arm. “But daddy I love him!” You said loudly, gripping tighter onto Regulus.

It was dead silent for an excruciatingly long five seconds.

Your father pinched the bridge of his nose and screwed his eyes shut before responding slowly. “You’re too young to know what love is.”

You shook your head again. “I’ve read enough books to know what true love means.”

The man threw his arms up and got louder. “Again with the fairy tales. Always the fairy tales.”

“Please. Give him a chance,” You pleaded.

Your mother and Regulus only watched what was happening. They both held their breath as the older man thought.

“Fine. One chance,” He agreed.

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petitemistletoe · 11 months

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Can you do a sub!Regulus x dom!reader

Rings

Pairing: Regulus Black x Reader

Warnings: smut, dom/sub dynamic

Word Count: 570

A/N: a little smutty blurb about one of our favorite Black brothers :)

“Look at me Reg,” you said softly, tracing Regulus’ jaw line with your finger. Regulus forced his eyes open to look up at you. He tried to grab at your hips to slow your pace on his cock but he was reminded with a painful jerk that he was handcuffed to the headboard.

“God it hurts so bad,” Regulus moaned, biting his bicep lightly.

“Do you want me to stop, baby?” You asked, stilling your movements.

“No, no,” Regulus felt like he was choking, “please don’t stop.”

“Let’s just assess things.” You climbed off him and took in the state of his cock. It was straining, painfully hard, near purplish as it contrasted against the delicate porcelain colored cock ring. “Oh Reg,” you said, your fingers ghosting over the tip of Regulus’ cock. He moaned loudly and bucked his hips. He tugged his bottom lip into his mouth to suppress a whine and looked at you with teary eyes.

“I’m so sensitive,” Regulus’ legs were shaking.

“I know baby. Do you understand why you have the cock ring on?”

“Because I was bad!” Regulus moaned loudly again as your hand came in contact with his cock.

“Yes you were,” you were stroking his cock languidly, “what did you do?”

“I fingered you under the desk during potions.” Regulus gasped, letting his head lean back and thud gently against the headboard.

“That’s right. In front of my best friend and your brother, Sirius.” You ran a finger over his slit and he moaned so loud you were beginning to question the efficacy the silencing spell that you had cast over your four poster bed.

“I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll be better.” Regulus begged.

“Let’s see about that.” You climbed back on top of Regulus and sunk down on him. Regulus’ wrists were going to be bruised with the way he was yanking against the handcuffs. You leaned down and captured his lips in a heated kiss, teeth clashing against each other as he shoved his tongue past your lips, hungrily, needily exploring the caverns of your mouth. Regulus was able to fuck up into you now, faster and more intense. You began moaning as freely as he had been, the position of your pelvis delivering delicious friction to your clit. You had your head in the crook of Regulus’ neck and you bit down on the soft supple skin of his neck as you came, your orgasm washing over your with hot and icy intensity. Regulus wasn’t stopping though and he was babbling almost incoherently in your ear and you couldn’t process it until you heard him yapping,

“Take it off! Take it off!”

“Oh yes of course!” You immediately reached behind you and unsnapped the cock ring. Regulus came hard and fast, moaning your name like he was praying. You reached up and whispered a tired,

“Alohomora.” The cuffs immediately unclasped around Regulus wrists and he lay tiredly in the bed, his arms wrapped around you.

“I should disobey more often,” Regulus chuckled.

“I do love to punish you.” You smiled back, “But, really, we can’t risk Sirius finding out about us.”

“Yeah, yeah, he would lose his mind.” Regulus shook his head.

“Hey! Why the hell does it say on the map that Regulus is in your room?” The voice of Sirius through the door to the girls dorm sent an icy shockwave down yours and Reg’s spines.

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karinagiada · 4 months

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Reggie commission ❤️

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lixzey · 6 months

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to the moon and back

Once upon a time, there was a wizarding family that was powerful and mighty. Nicholas Selwyn was the last of their family, and he and his wife Calliope had yet to have a child—an heir to continue the Selwyn name.

Then a miracle happened: Calliope had finally borne a child. A child born of the Selwyn and Rosier bloodline, the heir for whom they have waited so long. On the summer solstice of 1962, a daughter was born. And she was given the name Y/N, a fitting name for a princess. Families from the Sacred Twenty-Eight came from all around to offer gifts and praise for the little girl.

Among those families were the Blacks. Walburga and Orion Black had two sons. An almost two-year-old Sirius clung to his father's leg, hiding from everyone else. While the almost-one-year-old Regulus was sitting comfortably in his mother's arms.

“Oh, Calliope, you are glowing!” Walburga Black praised the new mother, balancing her son on her hip. Walburga peered over the little girl that was bundled in a pink swaddle in Calliope's arms. “She's a darling!”

“Yes, she is.” Calliope agreed with a wide grin. “The sweetest angel I've ever seen.”

Calliope looked up at the tiny hand that was a few inches away from her daughter's face. Six-month-old Regulus had his tiny hand over the newborn's face, seemingly admiring her.

“It looks like Regulus likes Y/N.” Walburga laughed, beaming at her son. Suddenly, Regulus' smacked Y/N square in the face.

“Regulus Arcturus Black, you do not hit women!” Walburga scolded the boy in her arms, who had no idea what was happening. Meanwhile, the little baby in Calliope's arms was screaming her head off, her face red as her cries echoed in the banquet hall.

Calliope soothed her daughter, an amused smile on her lips as she glanced at the little boy who had just hit her child.

"Oh, hush, Walburga. The boy doesn't know any better; he's just a boy.” Calliope chuckled. “I think he just really likes my daughter.”

“Regulus has great taste, then.”

“Maybe one day they'll fall in love.” Calliope mused, a twinkle in her eye as she looked at the little boy who had his eyes locked on her sleeping daughter. Walburga laughed, shaking her head. “We'll see.”

June 21st, 1968

Selwyn Manor was filled with colourful decorations, bright pink and lavender ribbons, and balloons lining the parlour and hallway. There were beautiful floral arrangements in tall vases, and even pink and purple flowers have been planted in the garden outside.

It was Y/N's sixth birthday, and she was beyond excited. Her mother and father opted not to throw another lavish party, but the house elves insisted on decorating the manor according to their young mistress' desires. Calliope and Nicholas proposed that instead of a party, they would take her on a summer trip to France as a gift for their daughter's birthday.

“Mummy, how do I look?” Y/N asked, twirling around as she modelled the dress in front of her mother. She was wearing a frilly lavender-coloured dress made by Miffy—their house elf—that doted on Y/N far too much.

Calliope beamed proudly at her daughter. “You look enchanting, mon ange.”

The little girl furrowed her eyebrows. “Mon ange? What does that mean, mummy?”

Her mother chuckled. “It means 'my angel' in French, my love. This summer, I'll be teaching you French, alright?”

Y/N nodded eagerly, nearly jumping with excitement at the mention of learning another language. “When are we going? When, when?”

“We'll just wait for your father to finish up at the ministry, my love. After that, we'll go ahead.”

“Okay, okay. Can I go to the garden now, Mummy? I want to play with Miffy.”

Calliope laughed. “Alright, alright. Just don't get messy, okay?”

Y/N nodded before darting out of the room, the little house elf hot on her heels. Calliope shook her head at her daughter amusedly. Her little girl is going to get along quite nicely with the youngest Black son.

“Both of you shall be on your best behaviour for the whole summer in France; do you understand me?” Walburga reminded her sons, her gaze narrowing at her eldest. “Do you understand me?”

Sirius tried his best not to roll his eyes at his mother, but he failed miserably. “You've told us that at least ten times this week, Mother.”

Walburga glared at her eldest, letting out an annoyed sigh before turning to her youngest with a smile. “Do you understand, Regulus?”

The boy nodded, not wanting to get on his mother's bad side, like Sirius always did.

Walburga beamed at her youngest son, patting him on the cheek. “We are to leave eave at six in the evening, after your father gets done with business. You two better be ready to leave before five.” She turned to her eldest, snarling at him before turning and walking away from the young boys.

“Reggie, wanna go play in the garden?” Sirius asked as soon as their mother was out of earshot, a mischievous grin on his face. Sirius was often the troublemaker between the two, always rebelling against their mother's rules. Sirius despised their parents' belief in blood supremacy. It was a load of dung, according to Sirius, who loved watching muggle children play out in the streets in Grimmauld Place.

“But mother said to behave, Sirius.” Regulus hissed at his brother. Regulus hated it when Sirius got in trouble with their mother, usually persuading Sirius to go along with their mother's wishes in order to keep him from getting punished, but his brother was one stubborn git.

“Come on, Reggie,” Sirius urged, wiggling his eyebrows. “It'll be fun! We can pretend to have wands and duel.”

Regulus rolled his eyes at his brother. “If Mother-”

“You're goody-goody with the elf; ask him to zip his mouth.”

Regulus scowled. “That elf has a name, you know.”

Sirius waved a hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. So, are you coming or not?” Regulus sighed before giving in and following his older brother outside. As soon as the two boys got outside, Sirius looked around in search of a branch they could use as make-believe wands.

“Aha! Here you go, baby brother, a wand.” Sirius grinned, passing a thin branch to him. Regulus eyed the branch in his hand. “Do all wands look like this?” He asked, his nose scrunching in disgust.

“I dunno, s'pose so,” Sirius shrugged. “Bella's wand looks like a wonky twig, though.” Regulus cringed at the mention of their eldest cousin.

“I don't like Bellatrix.” Regulus muttered.

Sirius chuckled. “Who doesn't? Bella's a bit...mad. Glad we're not spending summer with them this year.”

Regulus smiled at the thought of spending the summer away from London. It was going to be their first time in France, and both boys were ecstatic. They have heard so much about the Black estate in France from their uncle Alphard, who spent all of his summers along with his siblings in the estate. Sirius and Regulus could not believe that their mother was once a happy child, much to Alphard's amusement.

“You think Mother and Father will leave us alone in France?” Regulus asked, fiddling with the stick in his hands.

“They do it every day, Reg.” Sirius rolled his eyes at his younger brother. Walburga Black was not the maternal kind; she had no patience for things related to child care. She decidedly left it all to the house-elves to care for her sons.

“Right,” Regulus cleared his throat, “so are we duelling or not?”

Sirius gripped his wand and waved it around. “Prepare to duel!” He grinned mischievously, aiming the faux wand at his brother. “Jelly legs!”

Regulus pretended his legs had turned to jelly and stumbled around clumsily. Making Sirius burst out into laughter. Regulus quickly turned and pointed his wand at his brother. “Tickles!”

Sirius twitched his nose and looked around himself, pretending that he could feel the invisible tickles. He aimed his stick at his brother again. “Eat slugs!”

Regulus fell to his knees, pretending to vomit on the ground with a smirk. The garden was filled with giggles from the two boys as they duelled each other.

“That was fun!” Regulus laughed, trailing behind his brother as they carefully walked back inside the house.

Sirius turned to look at his brother and grinned triumphantly. “Told you.”

“You two look filthy!” Sirius and Regulus turned around, only to see their mother glowering at them.

“What did I tell you?” Walburga seethed at her sons. Regulus hid behind Sirius, who stood defiantly in front of his mother. “We just went out to the garden, Mother.”

“Kreacher! ” Sirius and Regulus flinched as their mother's shrill voice echoed through the house.

There was a loud popping sound, and the elf appeared next to their mother. “Mistress be wanting Kreacher?”

“Take the boys and make them look presentable. After that, pack their trunks for the summer.” Walburga ordered the elf before yanking Sirius by the arm and pushing him to Kreacher. Regulus whimpered, shifting under his mother's gaze, before walking to his brother's side.

“Keep them in line, Kreacher. We leave at six sharp.”

The elf bowed. “Yes Mistress. All shall be done, oh yes, shall be done.”

“Oh, for Merlin's sake! Hurry up!” Walburga screamed for her children. It was already five forty-five in the evening, fifteen minutes before the Blacks had to leave. She turned to her husband with an annoyed look. “Go get your children.”

Orion let out a loud sigh before turning to walk up the stairs to the boys' room. “Bloody woman, treating me like a dog.” he muttered under his breath.

“What was that!?”

“Nothing, nothing.” Orion quickly ran up, evading his wife's anger.

“Boys, what's taking so long-” Orion opened the door to his sons' room, expecting them to be slacking, only to see Sirius fixing his brother's hair.

“There you go, Reggie!” Sirius declared proudly, handing his little brother a mirror. “You look good, if I do say so myself.”

Regulus took the mirror and looked at himself. His curls were slightly slicked back, with a few tendrils hanging loose and framing his face perfectly. Regulus grinned, passing back the mirror to his brother. “You should do my hair often, Sirius.”

Orion smiled at the sight of his sons. He never had that kind of bond with his own brother. He opened the door and stepped inside, the smile gone from his lips.

Orion cleared his throat, making both boys jump. “Boys, come on. Your mother's waiting downstairs, and you know she's not fond of waiting.”

“Yes, father.” Sirius turned to Regulus, taking his hand in his. “Come on, Reg, summer awaits!” All three of the Black men descended down the stairs. Walburga scowled at the sight of her oldest son's hair.

“I said to look presentable, Sirius.”

Sirius smirked, running a hand through his black mane. “I am presentable, Mother."

“You little-” Walburga raised her hand to strike her son when her husband cut her off.

“Just get in the fireplace, Sirius, Regulus,” Orion sighed, shaking his head. When they didn't move, he lightly pushed his eldest. “Now!”

Both boys scrambled to the dusty old fireplace, Regulus gripping the ends of his brother's robes. Sirius had a grin plastered on his lips, provoking his mother further.

“Get a handful of floo powder, Sirius,” Orion ordered. Sirius turned to the pot of black powder on the side of the wall, taking a handful of it in his small hands.

“Now you must say this clearly; otherwise, you and your brother would get transported to the wrong place. Black Manor, Dinard, loud and clear, Sirius.” The seven-year-old boy nodded, clearing his throat before loudly speaking.

“Black Manor, Dinard!”

Green flames engulfed the two brothers as they were transported into a beautiful sitting room. The smell of wood and spice immediately invaded their nostrils as soon as the two boys stepped out of the fireplace. Sirius and Regulus were awestrucked. The manor in France was far better than Grimmauld Place.

It was a sight to behold. It had a grandiose feeling, as if it had been lifted straight from the pages of an old French novel.

The walls of the elegant room were a deep forest green, the shade of which had been carefully matched to the hue of the lush gardens outside. In the centre of the room was the focal point, a large emerald green velvet sofa that seemed to invite anyone to sink into its depths. On either side of the sofa were two matching armchairs, upholstered in the same emerald velvet. The cushioning was studded with silver buttons that shone when the sunlight hit them, and the legs were carved from dazzling marble. Behind the sofa, the walls were lined with large, dark wood bookcases and cabinets filled with fine silver trinkets and antique books. An old-style grandfather clock was tucked away in the corner, counting down the minutes with its sombre ticking. Rich tapestries hung from the walls, and Persian rugs covered the floor.

For illumination, several grand candelabras rested on the tables and were held aloft by marble pillars, which were intricately carved with rococo details. Each candelabra was adorned with five burning white candles that cast a soft, golden glow over the room.

A grand piano sat in the corner by the arched window, while a gleaming bronze chandelier hung above it. There were gilded mirrors on the walls with silver frames that gave the room an extra sparkle. There were huge windows around the room, with rich green velvet curtains in a silver pattern parted in the middle to let light in.

A place of true elegance and sophistication. It was as if every detail was chosen with care, from the luxurious green and silver brocade that draped the walls to the gleaming marble floors and the grand mahogany-framed clock overlooking the room.

The flames roared again, revealing their parents. Walburga stepped out and immediately screamed for a house elf.

With a loud pop, a small elf appeared. It looked better than what Kreacher looked like. The elf wore a tea towel around its waist and a huge green ribbon atop its head.

“Mistress be needing Dilly?”

Walburga turned to her sons. “These are my sons, your young masters. They will be spending the whole summer here. I trust that my sons will be taken care of.”

“Dilly will take very good care of her young Masters; yes, she will. Only the best for the heir of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.”

Walburga nodded curtly before turning her attention to her sons. “You both shall be on your best behaviour for the whole of summer. Do you understand? If word gets out to me that you two show anything less of what I have taught you, there will be consequences.”

Regulus visibly gulped, shifting under his mother's gaze. “Yes, mother.”

Sirius looked unaffected by their mother's gaze. “Yeah, yeah, behave and all that.”

Suddenly, the fireplaces erupted into green flames once more. Out stepped a little girl with long (y/h/c) hair tied in pigtails and bright (y/e/c) eyes dressed in a frilly lavender-coloured dress. She was clutching a white-stuffed bunny in her arms as she looked around.

“Greetings, little one.” Orion greeted the little girl, who gave him a small, shy smile. Y/N fiddled with her hair as she stood by the fireplace, waiting for her parents. A little while later, the flames erupted again, revealing Nicholas and Calliope Selwyn. Y/N quickly hid behind her mother, clutching the skirt of her robes.

“Walburga, Orion, it's been so long,” Calliope greeted, taking a step closer to the Black matriarch, leaning in for a hug.

Y/N eyed the older woman curiously. She had aristocratic features, high cheekbones, and full lips, making her look regal and elegant as she stood. The little girl tugged on her mother's skirt. “Mummy!” she whispered fiercely, tugging on her mother's skirt harder. Calliope pulled away from the raven-haired witch with a chuckle as she looked down at her daughter.

Regulus looked at Y/N with an unamused look, scrunching his nose in annoyance. “She looks like a spoiled brat.” he whispered to Sirius, who nodded in agreement.

Walburga smiled down at the little girl, which shocked Sirius and Regulus. “You must be Y/N.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow at the older woman. She looks scary, Y/N thought before promptly hiding behind her mother's back.

Walburga chuckled. “She's a bit shy, I see.”

Calliope laughed. “Oh no, my daughter is anything but shy.” Her gaze then fell onto the two boys huddled in the corner.

“Sirius, Regulus, come forward and introduce yourselves,” Orion instructed. Both boys stepped forward, standing tall and proud.

“Sirius Orion Black, the third at your service.” Sirius grinned proudly before bowing, his long hair falling over his face.

Calliope laughed at the young boy's enthusiasm. “You've gotten bigger since the last time I've seen you, young Sirius.”

“My name's Regulus, Regulus Arcturus Black.” Regulus smirked proudly, bowing like his brother.

“My, my, such well-mannered boys.” Calliope praised.

Walburga beamed proudly. “I taught them well.”

Sirius snorted, making Regulus chuckle. Their mother did not teach them anything because she threatened them if they did not comply with all her rules.

"Y/N, darling, introduce yourself to Mr. and Mrs. Black, my love."

“No.” Y/N huffed behind her mother.

“Come on, darling. Introduce yourself; tell them how you love dressing up.” Nicholas chuckled, nudging his daughter from behind his wife. Y/N reluctantly stepped out, a scowl etched on her lips. “Y/N Artemis Rosier Selwyn.” She introduced herself with a curtsy.

“Sirius, Regulus, go ahead and kiss Y/N's hand like a true gentleman.” Walburga urged, pushing Sirius slightly.

Sirius grinned mischievously as he took Y/N's hand and softly placed a kiss on her knuckles. “I am pleased to meet you, my fair maiden.”

“Likewise.” Y/N gave him a small smile.

Regulus rolled his eyes at Y/N. She looked like a girly girl. And he hated those kinds of girls. His cousins Narcissa and Andromeda were like that, and it wasn't fun. The two older girls would always drag him and his brother into whatever they pleased. And it annoyed Regulus more than it annoyed Sirius.

“Go on, Regulus,” Walburga urged her youngest son, who scowled.

“Hello, Y/N. I'm very pleased to meet you,” Regulus said, his tone annoyed.

“Pleased to meet you, Regulus.” Y/N curtsied. Regulus walked back to Sirius, only to be stopped by his mother. “Ah, ah, ah!” She urged her son, pushing him to kiss Y/N's hand.

Y/N raised an eyebrow as Regulus' face contorted in disgust. He looks conceited, and Y/N wanted to punch him in the face just because of it. Regulus reluctantly took her hand, scrunching his nose in disgust before kissing her hand as quickly as he could.

“So happy you could come.” Regulus sneered.

“So happy to be here.” Y/N said with a sickening sweet voice, rolling her eyes at the boy.

“She's a darling, Calliope. Such a fine young lady!” Walburga complimented the little girl with a smile.

“Yes, she is.” Calliope chuckled, beaming at her daughter.

“But don't let that innocent face fool you. She has the famous Rosier temper.” Nicholas laughed.

“Ah yes, the famous Rosier temper.” Orion agreed. “I do believe we all know what that temper is capable of.”

“Ah, so you've been a victim of it?” Calliope asked with a smirk.

“Cygnus' wife, Druella.” Orion laughed. “Let's just say that I couldn't utter a word for a week.”

All the adults burst out laughing, leaving the children confused. Regulus perked up at the mention of his aunt Druella, whom he liked the most because she gave him the most sweets.

“I remember that! Drue was absolutely furious that you called her fat once when she was pregnant with her first.” Walburga snorted, almost forgetting about her manners.

“Mummy, can I go play?” Y/N asked, interrupting the adults' laughter.

Calliope looked down at her daughter. “Why don't you ask Mrs. Black, mon ange?”

Y/N scowled, much to her father's amusement. She then reluctantly turned to Walburga, with a pleading look in her big, bright eyes—a look her father knew so well.

“Can I please go and play, Mrs. Black?” Y/N asked, her voice sweet and innocent.

Walburga chuckled. “Yes, my dear. After all, the manor will be your home for the summer. Go ahead and play in the garden with Sirius and Regulus while your parents and I catch up.”

“Thank you!” Y/N grinned before running out to the garden.

Sirius chuckled while Regulus groaned. “What a total bummer.” He couldn't believe he was going to be stuck with her all summer long. Regulus was sure she didn't like anything that he and Sirius liked to do, like quidditch or playing in the dirt. She looked so stuck up, and it made Regulus want to run away from her. He'd rather get chicken pox than be in the same room with her.

Walburga cocked an eyebrow at her sons, telling them to go and follow Y/N. Sirius ran outside to the garden with Regulus hot on his heels. The boys spotted Y/N sitting on the grass as she looked up at the starry sky.

“Whatcha lookin' at?” Sirius asked as he sat beside Y/N.

“What do you think I'm looking at?” Y/N said sarcastically, not batting an eye at the two boys who were beside her.

“Ouch, venomous.” Sirius grinned, scooting closer to Y/N. “You looking at the stars? Looking for me, huh?”

Y/N rolled her eyes at the older boy beside her. Her eyes then landed on Regulus, who had his lips curled into a scowl, as if it were normal.

“What are you scowling at?” Y/N snapped at Regulus.

“Nothing,” Regulus sneered, turning his gaze away from Y/N. He couldn't stand her; just looking at her made him want to vomit. Y/N rolled her eyes, wanting so badly to just run away and never come back.

“Your brother's a git.” Y/N whispered in Sirius' ear.

“He'll grow on you.” Sirius promised with a smirk.

“Regulus looks conceited.”

Regulus' ears perked up at the mention of his name. He was conceited!? How dare she!?

“What did you say?” Regulus snapped, stepping closer to Y/N.

Y/N smirked. “You heard me.” She then turned back to face the stars.

Regulus huffed, his annoyance towards the girl turning into anger. He walked up to the flower beds and scooped up a handful of mud before walking back to Y/N and Sirius.

“Oi, Y/N!” Regulus yelled. As soon as she turned around, Regulus threw the clump of mud at the younger girl.

“My dress!” Y/N shrieked as mud splattered across her face and dress. She tried to wipe it off, but it was of no use. She glared at Regulus, who was smirking. Y/N balled her hands, clenching them into tight fists before storming up to Regulus and punching him square in the nose. Regulus stumbled back as he clutched his bleeding nose.

“You git!” Y/N screamed angrily as she tried to land a punch again. Regulus then pushed Y/N into a nearby bush. “I hate you! I hate you to the moon and back!” Y/N screamed at him, standing up and running back inside the house.

Sirius and Regulus burst out in a fit of giggles. That girl is certainly a spoiled brat.

“Mummy! Mummy! He threw mud at me!” Y/N shrieked as she approached her mother from the Black's back garden. Her dress was covered in mud, her pigtails were dishevelled, and she had twigs and leaves stuck in her hair. “Mummy! Regulus threw mud at me!” Y/N yelled again, tears forming in her big, bright eyes.

Meanwhile, the boy in question was snickering from behind the large oak door.

“The little spoiled princess got what she deserved.” Regulus grinned triumphantly at his older brother, who was trying his best not to burst out laughing at the sight of little Y/N Selwyn, stomping her foot at her mother and father, demanding that they do something about Regulus' behaviour towards her.

This was not her idea of fun.

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⌗ 𝘛𝘊 𝘏𝘊 ⁝ 𝘊𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 ( ♡ )

Timothée always remembers the little things - like how you take your coffee or your favorite flower, surprising you with them just to brighten your day.

He's an expert at giving warm, comforting hugs that seem to melt all your worries away.

Whenever he sees something that reminds him of you, he can't help but buy it, accumulating little tokens of love.

He writes small, heartfelt notes and hides them in places for you to find, each one making your heart flutter.

Timothée loves planning surprise dates, tailored perfectly to things that you enjoy, showing how much he pays attention to your likes and dislikes.

He's always the first one to apologize after an argument, not because he thinks you're right, but because your happiness means more to him than his pride.

Timothée listens intently whenever you speak, making you feel heard and understood, his green eyes reflecting genuine interest.

When you're feeling down, he's there with your favorite movie and snacks, ready for a cozy night in.

Timothée has a playlist for every mood of yours, and knows exactly when to play which song to lift your spirits.

He loves holding hands, interlocking fingers with yours, making you feel safe and connected.

Timothée creates a photo album of your moments together, captioning each picture with a sweet or funny memory.

He supports your dreams unconditionally, encouraging you to pursue what makes you happiest.

Timothée makes you feel safe and loved with his constant, unwavering loyalty and kindness.

He values deep, meaningful conversations under the stars, sharing dreams, fears, and everything in between.

He always knows how to make you laugh, even on your gloomiest days, with his quirky humor and lighthearted antics.

Whenever he talks about the future, it's always "we" and "us," making you feel included and loved.

He always makes sure to kiss you goodnight and good morning, starting and ending each day with a gesture of love.

Timothée sends you good morning and goodnight texts without fail, ensuring he's the first and last thing on your mind each day.

He loves cuddling, especially on lazy mornings, making it hard for you to get out of bed.

Timothée warms up the bed for you on cold nights, making sure you're comfortable and cozy.

He leaves voicemails saying he misses you or just to say "I love you," giving you something to treasure when you're apart.

Timothée learns and cooks your favorite dishes, striving to make them just right, filling the house with delicious smells.

He's always gently pushing you out of your comfort zone, helping you grow and experience new things.

You catch him staring at you with such adoration when he thinks you're not looking, his green eyes shining.

Timothée has a special nickname for you, one that he uses with such tenderness it always brings a smile to your face.

He's always interested in your day, listening intently and engaging in every detail you share.

Timothée holds you close during thunderstorms, making you feel protected and cherished.

On your anniversary, he makes a point to recreate your first date, adding a twist that makes it even more special.

He surprises you with a small, thoughtful gift on random days, just because he loves seeing your reaction.

Timothée supports your dreams unconditionally, even if it means making sacrifices on his part.

He takes time to learn about and engage in your hobbies, even if they're not his usual interests.

Timothée looks into your eyes with such adoration, making you feel like the only person in the world.

Your comfort is his priority; he'll lend you his jacket without a second thought if you're cold.

Timothée creates a playlist of songs that are significant to your relationship, each track telling a part of your story.

He whispers sweet nothings in your ear, sending shivers down your spine and making your heart flutter.

Timothée always makes sure you get home safely, showing his care and concern for your wellbeing.

He plans trips to places he knows you've always wanted to visit, making dreams come true.

Timothée has this habit of whispering "I love you" in your ear at the most unexpected moments.

He's not afraid to show his vulnerability with you, sharing his fears and dreams openly.

Whenever you achieve something, no matter how small, he celebrates it as if it were his own achievement.

Timothée creates a cozy space at his place for you, making sure you always feel welcome and at home.

He is patient with you, understanding that everyone has their flaws and loving you all the more for yours.

Timothée makes a habit of saying "I love you" in different languages, making each declaration of love unique and romantic.

He teaches you new things, whether it's a skill he has or interesting facts he knows, enriching your life.

Timothée keeps a journal of your relationship, documenting thoughts, feelings, and memorable moments.

He insists on taking selfies together, wanting to capture every moment with you.

Timothée makes you feel loved and cherished every single day, in countless little ways.

He's your biggest advocate, always encouraging you to believe in yourself as much as he believes in you.

And finally, no matter how busy he is, Timothée always makes time for you, showing that you are his priority.

@ 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 . 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠.

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don't wake regulus

Y/n can't sleep so she wonders down to the dungeons in search of her favorite Black brother

Warnings and such: pretty fluffy, angst if you squint maybe? Short but cute because I miss Regulus Black :(

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My knuckles met the wood door and regret filled my body instantly. I shouldn't have come down here- my inability to sleep and desperation to not be alone wasn't his problem. I sighed, hearing the lock turn over and the door being to open.

"Crouch, I swear if you-"

Standing before me, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he squinted against the hall light was a just awoken Regulus Black. His hair was askew and pajamas hung on his body loosely- everything was big on him. His voice was raspy as he spoke, my presence before him in the middle of the night catching him off guard.

"Y/n? What's wrong?"

"I...I'm sorry, Regulus," I hung my head, suddenly feeling embarrassed that I had come down here at all. This didn't seem like a bad idea a few minutes ago. "I shouldn't have-"

"Come on," He yawned, eyes closing as he opened the door wider.

I stepped in and watched as the darkness encased the room once more, the only light was the reflection of the moon on the lake which pushed its way through the windows on the far end of the room. I followed Regulus back to bed, hesitating before climbing under the covers with him.

"Reggie I-"

"Are you safe?" He interrupted, arms wrapping around me tightly before nesting his head in the crook of my neck.

"Yes?"

"We can talk about it in the morning then."

"Okay," I chucked, settling into the sheets and his arms.

I'm not sure how long I had laid there, but everything in me was saying that Regulus was asleep. I didn't mind...even if I still couldn't sleep, at least I wasn't alone. I sighed, mostly content as I turned over in his arms. I couldn't see his face, but allowed my hand to wonder up and down his side and what expand of his shoulder I could reach.

"Y/n?"

"Sorry!" I whispered, fingers stilling on his hips.

"If you wake me up again, I'm going to kill you."

I knew he was joking but I could feel my cheeks heating up. I shouldn't have come down here, I thought to myself. Regulus' thumb and forefinger fumbled for my chin before tipping my head up slightly and placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

"Seriously though, go to sleep!"

"Yes, Reggie." I rolled over again with a smile. He squeezed me tightly and mumbled something that sounded like an I love you from where he laid behind me, but I must have just dreamt that...right?

Right?

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Slithering Hearts

Chapter 1

Pairing : Regulus Black x Fem! Reader

Synopsis : You begin an unlikely friendship with the little Black. And soon your whole life seems to have become a tumultuous pathway. The catch, James Potter is your brother.

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You never know how much you're gonna miss a person until they are going away, even for a small period of time. Less to say you were feelling a little bummed watching your dear brother James standing in the platform waiting for the Hogwarts train. It was gonna be his first year, and even though you were gonna join him next year, it still didn't change the fact that he was going away, that too for a year.

While he busy getting being fussed over by mum and dad, you glanced up at the sound of the train coming. James turned excitedly, hugging mom and dad, before he could fully turn to you, you jumped on him cluthching him, "Aww, little zouwu, are you going to miss me"

"No", came your muffled sound, James patted your back, "I know I am special but don't cry over me now". He grinned at your glare.

"I'm not crying" you huffed.

"Whatever you say" James smirked.

"Write me letters" you mumbled.

"I will" He smiled, he probably will, if he didn't you had plans to *ahem* renovate his room.

And thus he walked towards the train, you looked around the station to see similar scenarios, your eyes met another kid's, your age probably considering he was still with his parents, his mom seemed to be scolding the older brother probably who looked physically pained to stand there. You waved at the boy, causing him to stare confusingly. That's when the train signalled, causing the older one to run towards the train. And soon you saw the train took off while clinging onto your dad's hand. "Let's go now", your mum muttered. As you turned to leave, you once again turned towards the boy you saw, just to find him already looking at you.

After that the whole year went in a blur, you learned about James's new adventures every week from his letters, there were ramblings of the new friends he had made, the annoying and the good teachers, journeys to hagrid's hut, about pranks that even your parents didn't know of and of the many adventures he had. All that only went into details when he came back for christmas and summer break.

The whole of summer break you pestered James to tell you everything you should know. You sat on the couch, legs resting on his stomach as he remain sprawled on the couch.

"Jamie, what house do you think I'll go to?"

"Hufflepuff, obviously" James smirked.

"What, why" you huffed, crosing your arms.

"I mean, you're not smart, not brave, not ambitious and that leaves you in- James voice craclked as his face was hit by the force of the couch pillow. He removed it, getting up staring at you with a malicious glint, causing you to run yelling "Dad, help me, James is hitting me"

"I didn't even -she did it first"

The Diagon alley was always a wonderful place to be, they always had some new and exciting things, you got your wand, a sleek yew wood with white river monster spine at its core.

Mr.Ollivander had glanced at her strangely, "Treat it poorly and you won't access its power, treat it right, it will be loyal to no other". You had nodded, deciding later to brew upon it. For the most part, you were happy to get your own, cause when James got it last year, he didn't even let you touch his, no matter how much you begged him.

You were currently left by your parents at the pet shop, you were searching for a good owl, when a small hustle caught your eye, a snow great horned owl, fighting with another brown one. As you came close, he stood up and stood in the front, fluffing his feathers as if it had done no wrong, cute, you thought.

Taking the owl in your hand, you had turned swiftly, almost colliding with the boy who was standing behind you, the owl screeched, catching him, you exclaimed a loud "Merlin". Staring wide eyed at him you seem to find his face quite familiar, but you couldn't pinpoint, why. Regulus hadn't meant to stand there but he too had found the owl's commotioninteresting. And before he could move, you collided into him, he kept looking at you before realizing he was blocking the way, "Oh, sorry" he muttered moved sideways, You smiled moving past him.

He stared back at the owl on the rack, he lifted his finger, the barn owl moved towards him, nuzlzling in his fingers, he smiled "She's sweet', taking the owl to the counter, he again glaced at the same girl, the shopowner smiled, "Oh, the lovebirds", Regulus head snapped towards the cashier, "What". The shopowner chuckled, "I meant the owls, they are quite in love with each other". You glanced at her curiously "But they were fighting". The shopkeeper smiled looking at them, "Oh, they haven't realised it yet".

Author's Note : The writer means no Hufflepuff slander, it is meant to taken as just a jest. The writer fully supports Hufflepufs like the other houses.

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