#regulus black request

[poeticallyspiteful]

hiii! could you please write a regulus black x potter! reader? maybe something like reg and reader secretly going out and getting discovered by James?

thank you!! have an amazing day 💗💗

his muse (pt. one)

regulus black x reader

fluff / angst

cw: unedited as always 😌, a sex joke but it’s a titanic reference lol, marauders being overprotective, kissing, cuddling, someone may threaten to pull out someone’s teeth and put them on a necklace (it seemed like a very regulus threat), artist!regulus because 🥰

summary: you’re the honorary little sister of the infamous marauders; what happens when they catch you with a certain someone?

notes: hey love, thank you so much for the request!! just so you know, i don’t like to write readers to be related to another character, because i want my readers be able to relate to the ‘reader character’ without altering their preferred fancast for another one based on things like race or ethnicity. that is totally on me for not putting that in my request post and i will do that asap, but i hope you enjoy this anyway <33

more notes: i did get just a tad bit carried away and decided to divide this request into two parts, just to make it less overwhelming for me and y’all as well. anyways, enjoy <333

“oh reggie, paint me like one of your french girls,” you giggled, draping yourself dramatically across regulus’ pristine sheets.

he looked up from his sketchbook, brow furrowed in a way that made you want to kiss him until you both passed out from lack of oxygen.

god, you loved him.

“what?” he asked.

“nothing.”

evan and barty had both left the slytherin dorms, off to some place or another, giving you the perfect opportunity for some alone time with your lovely boyfriend. you’ve made sure to do this at least once a week since you started dating in your fourth year. now that you’ve reached sixth year, the tradition had only grown more cherished; precious were the moments spent with someone you’d been otherwise forbidden to see.

“he’s dangerous, (y/n),” sirius insisted, only just finished with his dramatic act of fake vomiting. you had made the grave mistake of assuming your friend would have a normal reaction upon hearing who had asked you to the yule ball.

“a slytherin, (y/n), how could you?” james moaned, collapsing onto the auto-man like he was faint in the heart. “you have been my little sister all my life—”

“you met me when you were twelve and we are not related,” you corrected.

james feigned offense. “how dare you question our bond? blood does not matter! we are family and that is that, young lady.”

“leave her alone, the both of you,” remus laughed, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you to his chest. “our little girl had to grow up someday.”

sirius looked appalled. “not with my bastard, slimy, death eater of a brother—”

“he’s not a death eater, we’re fourteen!” you exclaimed, pouting dramatically at the older boy. “just one dance, i promise padfoot, if it’s that weird to you, i’ll never see him again.”

you lied.

sunlight peaked in through the curtains, the golden rays hitting regulus in such a way that made him look angelic. so focused on his sketchbook, glancing up every few moments to gaze at you like you were something to be revered.

you sat up in his bed, fiddling with the hem of his sweater that lay around your mid thighs; though you loved to, you rarely got the opportunity to wear reggie’s clothes, given sirius would recognize them in an instant. so, you took advantage of these moments whenever they came your way.

you loved wrapping yourself in the soft, strong, warm smell of him: minty cologne, sea salt, and pine trees. the scent was practically woven in the fabric, making everything feel so much softer, so much more him.

you did have a couple shirts and sweaters you’d stolen over the years, but they remained in your dorm at all times.

well, mostly.

it was a moment of stupidity. a dreary saturday morning, a hogsmeade trip, and you had slept in. naturally, you had to rush out of your dorm to get to breakfast in time; but, you didn’t need to change, did you?

why not wear the sweater you had slept in and save yourself a little time?

so, after changing into more appropriate pants, you made your way down the breakfast and sat in your regular spot; in between remus and james, and smack dab across from sirius.

he noticed his brothers favorite sweater the second you sat down.

“what’s that?”

you’d barely sat down by the time sirius spoke and continued making your morning coffee as the group grew silent around you. finally looking up, you glanced between your friends in confusion.

“what’s what?”

you lifted your sleeve to rub your nose, breathing in quickly through your stuffed up sinuses; stupid fall allergies.

you froze as the familiar sent cooled your insides, eyes darting over to the slytherin table across the great hall.

oh.

that’s ‘what’s what’.

“who’s jumper is that, (y/n)?” james asked, arm draping over your shoulders to tug the sleeve on the other side. “doesn’t look like one of mine—”

“or mine,” sirius chimed.

“or mine,” peter chirped, though you hardly stole borrowed his sweaters anyways (too scratchy).

“it’s mine!”

you were surprised to hear remus’ leap to your defense, as you knew damn well the sweater wrapped around you wasn’t his— still, you weren’t about to question it.

“mhm,” you hummed, taking a sip of your coffee, hoping the boys didn’t notice your shaking hands. “i don’t know what all that third degree was about, but i stole this from moony a month ago.”

“what’re you thinking about, lovely?”

regulus was suddenly just inches away from you, sketchbook tossed to the side, instead opting to look at his muse more close up.

“nothing,” you mumbled, smiling as he dipped down to kiss your collarbone, working his way up to your lips with featherlight kisses that made you wish you could stay with him forever.

though at this point, everything he did made you wish you could stay with him forever.

“you’re beautiful,” he whispered, eyes scanning every curve and point of your face like a work of art; his work of art, his muse.

he’ll never get tired of that word.

you breathed in deeply, the smell of him practically making you glow like some sort of protection charm; you’d never felt safer than you did with regulus near. you felt untouchable with him, like nothing could ever hurt you.

“what are you doing here?”

lovely.

a grating voice to disrupt your already terrible day.

“hey,” severus called. “i’m talking to you.”

you spun around, glaring at the greasy haired boy across from you with as much contempt at you could muster. “piss off, severus!” you shouted; you’d never bit back like this before, but the shocked look on his face was worth it. “really, cornering a younger student in an empty hallway? pretty cowardly, don’t you think?”

before you could debate the consequences of your actions, severus’ hand was gripping your cloaks and you were shoved up against the wall.

“you filthy little—”

just as quick as snapes hands were on you, they’d been torn off, and you scrunched to the ground. regulus shoved him up to the wall opposite you.

“defending your little mudblood, huh?”

“shut your filthy mouth about her or i swear on merlins grave, i will rip every single one of your teeth out and put them on a necklace like a string of fucking pearls,” regulus bit, baring his teeth like an emphasis to the threat. “you got that?”

that night, you ended up in a very similar position to where you were in now; wrapped up in your lovely boyfriends sweater, curled in his arms, and having sweet nothings whispered in your ear.

“y’know, i mean it when i say you are beautiful,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to your temple as he spoke, breath fanning over your face. it tickled, but you didn’t care; you just wanted to hear his voice. “breathtakingly gorgeous, inside and out.”

“really?” you teased, nuzzling your nose further into his chest, arms wrapped around his torso.

“really,” he laughed. “i could stay like this forever.”

you pouted, pulling yourself half on top of him. “but my daft friends just have to get in the way, don’t they?”

you hear a gasp from the doorway.

“did you just call us daft?”

[ourloveisforthelovely]

House of Black (Part 2)

Regulus Black AU 

Request: Regulus and his wife are raising Sirius' daughter after he ends up in Azkaban. Now after his escape Sirius comes to them to thank them and get to know his daughter.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader. Former Sirius x Reader 

Link to Part 1 AO3

Rating: T

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13 Years Later…

“I can’t believe this is happening.”

Regulus’ voice pulled you from your thoughts. In the silent darkness of the bedroom, you were thankful that he couldn’t see the expression on your face. You had been staring off for sometime and didn't want Regulus to see the worry.

“I know.”

The words leaving your mouth weren’t your own but were instead somehow forced from your lips. You were on autopilot. That was the best thing that you could say.

In the course of one afternoon, the quiet comfortable life that Regulus and yourself had created was wiped away. Everything started with Abigail's letter saying she had met her father. It took all that you had not to panic when you read the words “I met Sirius.”

“Y/n?”

Regulus once again pulled you from your thoughts. You cleared your throat anxiously.

“I’m listening.”

You half whispered. Regulus turned to get a better look at you in the moonlight. He didn’t want to say it but you looked lost and confused. This both worried and angered Regulus. In the past 13 years, you had healed from the place that you were. You weren’t worried about not being a good “mother” to Abby…you became a wonderful mother.

There was also the topic of James and Lily. They had died. Your older brother was dead and Albus Dumbledore, in all his eternal knowledge, decided that you weren’t fit to raise Harry. He determined that fucking Vernon and Petunia Dursley were a better fit.

“It's better to keep him away from everything in our world…until he is ready.”

Regulus had to haul you out of the room screaming at Dumbledore. You were so furious that he didn’t find you to be “worthy” to raise your nephew. It didn’t matter that both Regulus and yourself would be a perfect fit. In Dumbledore’s eyes, you weren’t and you would never forgive him for this.

Luckily, in time, Abigail made friends with Harry in school and you finally were able to form a relationship with your nephew. Regulus was thankful to see you happy. Seeing you smile every time you looked at Harry made all of the years of “pain” slightly more manageable.

You were healing and Regulus was thankful for that. Now, everything was once again derailed by one letter about Sirius finding Abby. Chaos was once again consuming Regulus’ peaceful life and he wasn’t sure how to navigate things now.

“You are lost in your head. Darling, since Sirius broke out of Azkaban we expected him to find us…to find Abby.”

Regulus reached out to cup your cheek. You snuggled into your husband’s hand enjoying the moment of comfort. Even in your darkest moments, feeling Regulus’ skin on yours was enough to provide you some relief.

“I know that, Reg. It's not only that… it's everything. It's everything that life has dealt us. This war. James and Lily turning their back on me. Them dying. Us not being able to have Harry. Sirius getting locked up…now this war again.”

You were quiet for a moment before sitting up and drawing your knees to your chest.

“Now the life that we have made is being destroyed. Sirius is free and you know that he will want to be involved with Abby. Granted, she is technically his daughter but we have raised her…I probably sounds super selfish.”

Regulus was silent a moment before sitting up and kissing your bare shoulder.

“Whether she’s technically his daughter or not, she is our daughter.”

You turned and climbed onto Regulus’ lap and snuggled your face into his shoulder. Regulus’ words made you feel somewhat better. Abby would always be your daughter whether or not she was Sirius’. One meeting couldn’t erase 13 years of love and care that you had created.

“Yes, she is.”

Regulus kissed your head once more before leaning his head back against the wall. While the silence once again consumed the room, Regulus thought back on the past 13 years. The two of you had put so much love and care into raising Abby. His mind was consumed by memories of her first steps, her first words…everything that a father should remember.

…A father….

Regulus sighed at the thought of that word. It was the one word that Abby never said. From the time that Regulus had taken Abby in he had always been 100% honest with her. The two of you decided that while raising her as “your” child it would be best to let her know where she actually came from. She deserved that.

Abby always seemed to be at peace with the information that she was given…until she learned what Sirius was locked up for. Regulus closed his eyes as he thought about that conversation.

“Do you think that he actually did it…killed that man and those muggles?”

Abby asked the night news of Sirius’ escape was announced. Regulus looked up from the book that he had been reading. Looking at his niece, made Regulus' heartache. While she looked like Sirius, she acted more like Regulus. She normally didn’t ask questions that would result in some kind of emotional response. Abby dealt with things with the same quiet sarcastic edge that Regulus did.

Regulus closed his book and scooted to the edge of his chair while you looked.

“No, I really don’t Your father is a lot of things but a cold-blooded killer who would rat out his friends isn’t one of them. Do you want to talk about what you’re feeling?”

Abby shook her head and moved to look out the window.

Regulus pulled himself from his thoughts and looked down at your face. You had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He sighed before gently moving to scoot back into bed further.

The next day things would change once more. The Order was getting back together and this time Regulus was in. This time Regulus wouldn’t be on the side that he never should have been in on in the first place. You were the reason for that. Regulus did not want to disappoint the one woman that meant the world to him.

There was also the fact Regulus would meet his brother face-to-face for the first time in 13 years. Regulus would have to face Sirius and see how his elder brother’s presence would “change” things. Would Sirius come in and expect that he would take over raising Abby?

He wasn’t about to step back and let Sirius take over everything that he worked so hard for. Regulus had spent 13 years creating a “perfect little family” with you and nothing would change that. He would be a dead man before that happened.

Regulus also thought about you. Part of Regulus always worried that you still loved Sirius. He was, after all, your first boyfriend. That was the first love that was always supposed to be special, right? Regulus couldn't answer that question as you were his first love. It didn’t matter how much you reassured him that he was your favorite and he was the one that you loved…Regulus was still worried. While he was arrogant and vain in many ways, when it came to you…things were different. Part of Regulus was the shy quiet boy that was convinced that no one would actually love him.

I’m being dramatic. Y/n loves me.

Regulus repeated this in his head multiple times hoping that he would 100% believe it.

She never would have married you and left her family if she didn’t love you.

That comment felt like common sense. If you didn’t love Regulus, you would have never let your family just “throw you out” the way they did.

Thinking of James and Lily’s out-of-character abandonment of you still made Regulus’ blood boil. If James was any kind of brother, he would have sucked up his dislike of Regulus and the Black family to make you happy.

“It's going to be alright, Reggie.”

Your voice pulled Regulus from his thoughts. He gave you a smile before tilting your face to his for a kiss.

“You’re always my favorite.”

Regulus whispered. You gave him a gentle smile before reaching up to twist his curls around your finger.

“You’re my favorite too.”

You said before drifting off to sleep. Regulus relaxed into your touch. Anytime that you got your hand on his hair, Regulus turned into putty. You always knew how to relax him. His rather negative thoughts seemed to vanish as your thigh moved up over his hip.

Everything will work out somehow.

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[betweendyingstars]

James and Regulus with baby Harry

[likeprongstostars]

If you take art requests, please please please Reggie as a kid holding a baby lamb. The lamb has a cute little pink bow as a collar and Reggie is smiling, it would be a Polaroid picture :(

that was great for my mental health thank you for the request

[faerieroyal]

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thinking about regulus, who always switches between giving you compliments in english and french, and will only respond with a mysterious smile when you ask him what the french words mean. thinking about regulus, who has been taught to touch everything delicately and gracefully as a noble pureblood son, but only touches you with true softness. thinking about regulus, who despises compliments because he never feels he deserves them, but who slowly learns to appreciate them when they come from you. thinking about regulus, who will try his best to never introduce you to his parents, because he cannot stand the thought of you thinking differently of him once you see the kind of people he comes from. thinking about regulus, who sees you as the light to the darkness that is him, and who will always call you that when talking to other people.

thinking about regulus, who may be haunted and damaged and who so often feels like crumbling under the weight of his name and what it demands of him, but who knows he can always rely on your love to hold him up - you are the best thing in his life, the person who he loves more than anyone else and often even more than himself, and as dark and painful as his life can be, he will always be able to find some hope as long as your hand is in his.

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( requested by @renqiisnce, i really hope you like it !! )

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[wisteria-cherry]

Sirius and Regulus fighting over reader (or James if you ship that, not picky honestly) please.

love your work ❤️

omg tysm ily <33 ive never written regulus, i hope i do him justice!!

sirius x reader x regulus

oh, now sirius wished he could pull the age card. really, he wished there was any reason at all why regulus shouldn’t be able to like you. but there wasn’t; you were a year younger than sirius and a year older than regulus. sirius was normally quite good with reading people, but you were an abnormality; he had no idea which black brother you fancied more.

regulus, on the other hand, was content. as the more level-headed black brother, he knew that he could try, but, overall, you had the last say in which brother you chose. did regulus hope with all his heart that it would be him and not sirius? yes. would that affect his behavior towards you and sirius? of course not.

or would it?

“ditch reg, let’s go out.” sirius plopped down next to you in the library, where regulus sat next to you.

“i’m right here.” regulus looked up from his book.

“i can’t, sirius, i’ve got to study.” you reply apologetically. “regulus is tutoring me.”

“i’ll tutor you, then.” sirius decided, leaning over to catch a glance at your book.

“you’re hardly in class, how do you expect to be a tutor if you don’t know the content?” regulus frowned.

“i know it.” sirius replied, as though that answered the question.

“go away, sirius. you’re being distracting.” regulus’ frown deepened. regulus liked spending time with you; he didn’t like how sirius was being so intrusive.

“maybe a distraction was necessary, right, love?” sirius grinned his most charming grin, disregarding regulus in favor of you.

“i suppose i could use a break..” you begin, and sirius’ expression brightens. “…but not yet.” sirius sighs dramatically.

“c’mon, don’t you want to have some fun? lemme you out, love, i swear it’ll be the best date of your life.” sirius insisted. you only smile. truth be told, it was flattering to have both regulus and sirius pursuing you, but you felt somewhat guilty; you didn’t want to make a choice like this, not publicly, not when their relationship was so incredibly tense.

“you don’t have to go out to have a fun date.” regulus interrupted. “it can be something just like this, minus the bothersome interruptions by someone.” you look to regulus as he spoke. now that you thought about it, this could easily be considered a date— you and regulus, side by side, studying together. you did recall a few times where his hand went on yours in order to guide your hand to the proper spot on a page.

“are you saying this is a date? this isn’t a date, right?” sirius immediately turned back to you, having finished scowling at regulus.

“i…” you trail off. “i’m not sure. is it?” you look to regulus for support, whose gaze softens upon seeing your confusion. regulus notes that you seemed to be getting a little overwhelmed by the pressure of both boys insisting on your company at the same time.

“i considered it such.” regulus admits.

“dates are a two-way street, reggie, everyone knows that.” sirius rolls his eyes. “which is why i’m actually asking instead of assuming.”

“you act like you never assume things.”

“assume things like what?” sirius grinned.

“assuming that my study partner,” regulus answered, gesturing to you, “would rather go out than actually do something worth doing.”

“going out is worth doing.” sirius retorted. “in fact, it’s necessary if you don’t want to end up a total stick-in-the-mud.”

“forgive me for not skipping every class i’ve got.” regulus replied dryly, returning to the potions book, flipping through the pages to find the one he’d been looking for.

“don’t listen to him, dove, let’s go have fun.” sirius pulled up a chair in between you and regulus and sat down, tossing his arm around your shoulders. “take a break.”

“sirius.” regulus stood up, glaring coldly. sirius’ nonchalant expression changed into a sly smirk and narrowed eyes— gray, like regulus’, but warmer; sirius’ were a stormy sort of gray, and regulus’ had a cool undertone that made them look almost icy blue.

“hm? what’s wrong, reggie?” sirius asked innocently.

“sirius, would you leave? i’m quite done with you interrupting my—“ regulus stopped himself before he could call you his partner. romantic partner. a boy could dream, couldn’t he? “—my study partner. go find some other girl to get drunk with, or maybe smoke with, i don’t care, just— just leave.”

part of you wanted to intervene. you knew that there was a very real chance that things could turn ugly; sirius wasn’t afraid of a duel, and nor was regulus (although he was more quiet about his opinion). at the same time, however, you figured it’d be good for them to get this off their chests.

“your study buddy doesn’t belong to you, reg,” sirius replied casually, pulling you a bit closer via the arm he had around your shoulders. “you can share, i promise.”

“this isn’t a matter of— of ownership.” regulus’ nose scrunched as his expression contorted in disgust at the idea, the idea that you were something to be owned and kept. “it’s a matter of letting us have time alone without being interrupted by you.”

“oh yeah?” sirius finally stood up, his fingers brushing his wand pocket.

“yeah.” regulus pulled his wand out. okay, so it had taken a turn for the worse.

“boys.” you stood up finally, and both boys’ stances relaxed. regulus put his wand down on the table, seemingly just now realizing how ridiculous a duel in the library would’ve been. you frown.

“this is ridiculous. you can’t be arguing in the library, there are people trying to study.” you glance from regulus to sirius.

“like we were before sirius showed up.” regulus grumbled. admittedly, his sulking was something you were surprised to find very cute.

“yes, we were, and sirius had no right to interrupt that.” you give a pointed look towards sirius, who looked away, somewhat embarrassed you hadn’t taken his side (seemingly).

“so this is how it’s going to go: regulus and i will finish our study session,” you decide. “and then this evening, sirius, we can hang out. sound good?”

“sounds good,” the boys reluctantly agreed, still glaring quite fiercely at one another.

“i’m glad we could resolve this together.” you sigh, sitting back down, quite worn out from hearing the two bicker. “now, regulus, about that potion…”

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Me waiting on you to send me marauders requests

[patrophthia]

Hii soo I have a request for Regulus x reader :) okay so like maybe the reader got like a bad haircut or smt and feels very insecure and so Regulus comforts them and says like it's not that bad lol. You don't have to write it if you don't want to it's just a request! :)

i’m sorry this took so long, i have no excuse ive just been lazy 😭😭😭 but this idea, is so so cute hello?!?!

veritaserum | regulus black

pairing: regulus black x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, comforting, a bit suggestive, not proof read!

One thing about Regulus Black is that he tends to take things a little too seriously. Just a little, he promises as he watch you fuss over your new hair do. 

A slight frown playing at your lips as you try to toss your locks in different directions. Left, right, left again, right again. Only to finally give up and huff out in frustration, turning to him with an all too upset look on your face. 

“I told them to only take a few inches off, this way too much and it’s not even the style I asked for them to do! How am I supposed to go around looking like this, Reg?” 

Regulus narrow his eyes, squinting as he tried to find what exactly was so wrong about your new cut. Sure it’s short, and definitely different from the pass styles he’s seen on you but you still look breathtaking, isn’t that all that matters? “Looking like…?” 

“A derange person who doesn’t know how to take care of themselves,” you say, flailing your hands up in frustration. “Merlin, what am I going to do?”

“It’s not bad,” he offers, shrugging. And when your frowns deepens, he adds. “Really, it isn’t.” 

“You’re only saying that because you’re my boyfriend,” your murmur, “just admit it doesn’t look good, I won’t be mad at you.” 

“I’m not! I genuinely think it looks good on you.” And because Regulus tends to take things about too seriously, he reaches into his book bag before pulling out a small clear vial. “Here, this is veritaserum.” 

He doesn’t need to explain it to you, the both of you having studied the content within the while a few classes ago in Potions. Regulus, pulls the cork open before quickly downing the clear substance.

There’s a few moments of silence where you both stared at one another. You not believing that he really downed an entire vial of truth serum just to prove of his point, and when you take a step forward; Regulus opens up his mouth to speak. 

“Your new hair cut looks amazing on you, Mon chéri,” he says first. “Breath taking even.” 

The corner of your lips twist upwards on its own accord, heart softening at his words. “You didn’t have to drink that just to tell me.” 

“You wouldn’t have believe me otherwise,” he hiccups, short dark curls falling gracefully onto his forehead. Regulus, pushes it off his face, gazing at you with content. “Matter of fact, I think I’m getting hard just looking at you, I can’t fake that.” 

“Gross, Reg,” you groaned, making your way towards him with a fake disgusted look, “you didn’t have to tell me that.” 

“I didn’t want to either,” he says, reaching out for you, and you let him take your hand, “but I can’t really control what I want to say right now since I—” he lifts up the empty vial into your line of sight “—anyways, your hair looks good on you. And if you’re so worried about it then I’m sure there’s hair tonic that’ll grow it back out in a moments time.” 

“Mhmm,” you hum, nodding as you agreed with him, “think I’ll keep it like this for a few weeks though.” 

And when Regulus lets out a quiet —barely even there, “yes!” You think that he might’ve liked this hair cut more than he lets on. 

[reysdriver]

Regulus Black + 24 (Angst Prompts) + regulus breaking a dish on accident and then breaking down crying because of what walburga would have done to him if he was still at her house

just please make my boy happy in the end

You comfort Regulus after he breaks a plate while washing dishes (with angst dialogue prompt "please don't leave me") — regulus x gn!reader hurt/comfort

warnings: blood, mentions of past familial abuse

words: 0.4k

a/n: I loved this prompt so much but I counldn't figure out how to end this one so I don't feel like I did it justice and I may redo this in the future idk

Regulus had insisted on doing the dishes after you had made dinner for the two of you. Although you assured him that you had no problem cooking and washing dishes after, he led you to the couch and told you to lay down and relax.

You picked up a book off the coffee table and began to read, using the running water as white noise until a crash snapped you out of your serenity. Dropping the book, you stood up and headed over to the kitchen to find the source of the sound.

There was water and shattered ceramic on the floor by the sink. Regulus was on his knees, frantic in his attempt to clean it up. It took a second to process, but you saw the tears in his eyes and realised the severity of the scene. You darted towards him, careful to not step on anything sharp while you were in your socks.

“Regulus, stop! You’re going to get cut!”

Although you were pleading for him to stop, Regulus kept attempting to clean up the pieces.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He mumbled unnecessarily.

You just wanted to comfort him in some way. As you reached out to hold his hands—both for touch and as a way to take them off the floor—you saw that he had in fact cut himself on the broken dish.

“Reggie, you’re bleeding.” You pointed out. “Please get up.”

“I’m sorry.” He repeated, even though neither of you were really sure what he was apologising for.

“Stay here, don’t step on anything.” You instructed softly before turning around to get bandages for his bloody palms.

“Please don’t leave me.” Regulus begged quietly, and you realised how terrible this must look after experiencing a life with his family.

Looking back at him, you promised that you’d be right back. “I just have to get the broom and some bandages.”

You came back as quickly as possible with everything you needed. You set the broom down by the sink, not caring to clean the floor until Regulus was safe and comfortable again.

You sat him down at the kitchen table and chose the seat across from him for yourself. As you lifted up one of his hands to inspect the damage, he apologised once more, this time for the overreaction.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, my love, I promise.” You told him sincerely, then brought his wrist up to your lips and pressed a kiss against the skin. 

[starchaserdreams]

There was a post like this, can anyone find it for me?

Regulus and James get into a habit

Regulus: "piss off, Potter"

James: "awww, love you too, Black"

And then one day when James is angry

James: "piss off, Black"

Regulus: "love you too, Potter"

And he leaves James STUNNED and SHOCKED and really emotional about it

I would really appreciate a link to that post, please and thank you.

[courfee]

Here is moonwater as kiss 2 from this prompt for the people that requested it :)

[industrations]

id love to see you draw regulus, no pressure tho <3

Im so sorry my adhd ass keeps forgetting about these. Anyways reggie🫶 showing off his scars bc they are important to me. He’s so comforting to draw since I have a complicated relationship with my own chest. I hope it can be comforting to some of you as well <3 you are extremely loved and I see you

[floralembarrassment]

Hey, can you please more trans reguls please and add a little jegulus too!!

Thank you :)

Love ur work

Trans Reg? Always! Jegulus? Tons of it!! Thank you for the compliments! with love

Could we get back to it already? (1/1) (jegulus)

"James I need to tell you something..." Regulus whispered in between a heated kiss.

The pair were sitting nearly one on top of the other, making out like teenagers on the couch. James loved every minute of it because it meant Regulus pressed against his chest, hands pulling at his hair, while his own hands were allowed to roam all over Regulus' body and grab at his waist.

"Hmm what's that?" James said, moving his lips to work Regulus' neck since apparently Regulus wanted to use his lips to talk and not kiss James. James clearly wanted to use his lips for anything but talking.

Regulus sighed and gently ran his hands through James hair, one hand taking a fistful from the top while the other moved to cup James' cheek so he could pull him off.

"James," Regulus attempted to say firmly but it came out more of a whiny moan. When James saw the sincerity in Regulus' eyes though James stilled his movement and wrapped Regulus in his arms gently.

"Reg?" James asked, one eyebrow raised.

"I said I need to tell you something... before this goes any further," Regulus explained closing his eyes.

"Everything okay? Did I do something?" James asked quickly, his heart beating faster now but for the wrong reasons.

"No, no, James you're perfect," Regulus said and because he couldn't help it kissed one cheek and then the next.

"Okay, what is it then?" James asked tentatively but leaning into each kiss.

Regulus took a deep breath and then held James' gaze. "I'm trans James." Regulus shared.

"Oh, okay. Thank you for sharing that piece of you with me," James said. His tone was receptive, calm, unshaken.

Regulus was stunned.

James read his expression wrong and asked, "does that mean you don't want to kiss me anymore?" James asked cocking his head to the side.

"N-no I mean yes I want to keep kissing. But-just James... you don't care?" Regulus stumbled over his words as his brain tried to understand this non-reaction. Everything had changed whenever he had told a partner before, he just couldn't understand why James just wanted to go back to leaving marks all over his neck.

"It's not that I don't care, I think there's a big story there for you and I'm so happy you feel comfortable enough to share it with me and I can't wait to hear more about it if you want to tell me Reg, it's just I like you so... you've been trans this whole time I don't think it changes anything now that you've told me," James said.

Regulus loved when James talked. He could be saying the sweetest things, accepting him no matter what, and still sound like a silly jock whose head is in the clouds. Regulus couldn't help but smile.

Regulus fell forward a bit, pressing his forehead to James', "I like you too," he whispered in reply.

His famous James Potter grin spread across his face at Regulus' words. "So I can keep kissing you now?" James asked.

And Regulus nodded, closing the space between their lips to fall back into their game of tonsil hockey.

[likeprongstostars]

can u draw james putting regulus in his pocket or just tiny regulus (or james) being in the others pocket (i love ur art)

im cryinggg he is less than three apples high

[wolvesandshine]

Also just realised I should have probably mentioned this ages ago but feel free to give me any writing prompts to write (only for the marauders era as of now tho)

[wisteria-cherry]

Hi I've been searching everywhere for a new barty Crouch Jr story and I've read your head cannon for dating him as well as some of your other works and I really enjoy your writing so I was wondering if maybe I could request a reader x barty crouch Jr book where reader is good friends with Regulus and barty gets jealous or something along those lines leading to him to confess his feelings for reader? Anyways thank you for taking the time to read my request! Love your writing!

ofc sweetie <33 tysm for your support!!

dream come true

“are you busy today?” barty asked as the two of you settled down in the courtyard, pulling out books and parchment to begin your respective papers— barry’s for transfiguration (his punishment for sabotaging a gryffindor’s teacup that they were meant to transfigure. the gryffindor deserved it; he’d taken barty’s teacup by accident but then wouldn’t give them back. of course, mcgonagall was quite biased, so barty was the recipient of punishment) and yours for charms.

“i am, i’m going to hogsmeade with regulus.” you respond absentmindedly, trying to balance your inkwell on a tree root so you didn’t have to put it in the dirt. “he said he’d be here soon to pick me up.”

“pick you up? what is he, your boyfriend?” barty scoffed. you only laugh, and barty hoped his face wasn’t as red as it felt. he was serious; he didn’t like how close you and regulus were. he never had.

“he’s just a friend, barty,” you roll your eyes. “how do i write an introduction about the aguamenti charm? it’s just a spell…”

“c’mere, let me see.” barty patted the spot beside him, and you moved over to sit next to barty, leaning against his shoulder as he looked at what you had on your parchment already. not much. really, he didn’t need to see your parchment, nor did he need you to sit next to him to help you, but he liked it when you did. you were warm; not that barty ran cold, but it was nice having you up against him to shield him from the crisp, autumn air.

“try starting with what the charm is.” he glanced over at you, you with your chin on his shoulder. you who looked so pretty, you who he wanted as his. “then summarize the history of it. that’s what you’re writing on, yes?”

“yeah.”

“so then summarize it with a couple words. nothing specific, otherwise you won’t have anything to write later—“

“hello.” you and barty both looked up at the new voice.

“regulus!” your face brightens, and you stand up, hugging him. regulus hugged back, and barty’s brow furrowed.

“are we going?” you ask.

“yes, i only have to change. i came from herbology.” regulus made a face, clearly not pleased by his dirt-stained sleeves and muddied trousers.

“i’ll wait for you here. barty’s helping with my essay.” you say, and regulus looks to barty and nods at him.

“barty.

“regulus.” barty nods back. you sit back down next to barty.

“i’ll be back in twenty minutes.” regulus says. “don’t leave without me, yeah?”

“see you then.” you laugh, and regulus walks away.

“you two are close.” barty says almost immediately after regulus was out of earshot. you look to him. he’d been acting somewhat strange, seemingly overly concerned about you and regulus.

“barty, i already said we’re friends.” you repeat. “is something the matter?”

“no.” barty scowled and looked back to his paper.

“barty.”

“i said nothing’s wrong.”

“are you sure?”

barty stopped, feeling his chest tighten. did he dare confess his feelings? he had no idea if you liked him back. you never gave any indication. in fact, anything barty would classify as flirting was directed towards regulus. did he want to risk his entire friendship with you for some stupid feelings?

yes.

“i like you.” barty blurts out, and immediately clenches his jaw.

stupid, stupid, stupid.

but then you break into a smile and there’s some hope— either you’re about to laugh at him or laugh with him.

“i like you too, barty.” you say finally, and the tightness in barty’s chest dissipates.

“you mean you don’t like regulus?” barty asks, trying not to sound as breathless as he felt. you laugh.

“i told you he’s just a friend.” you wave your hand. “merlin, barty, for someone so clever…”

“yes, i’m daft, very funny, now c’mere.” barty was smart. he knew he was smart. quite frankly, he didn’t like people proving that he had moments where he wasn’t. so, he did what he thought was the best option in order to change the subject; the option he’d been waiting to have since first year when he first realized how much he liked you.

he kissed you. obviously.

lips slotted against yours, he felt his heart nearly explode. finally, finally, he could know you belonged to him, and everyone else in the courtyard could know, too. he didn’t care that he was kissing you publicly, despite the fact that barty himself shamed those who did the same. this was different, this was you. this was a dream come true.