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Regulus Black wears eyeliner

At first, he was really scared to put on makeup, because toxic masculinity but the first time he did it, he ran into James, who did not expect to be dreaming about a certain boy with eyeliner kissing him that night.

And that is how James Potter fell for Regulus Black

Regulus Black wears eyeliner

Remus: You have more qualities than you think Sirius *points to Sirius’s chest* you have this.

Sirius: I have great tits yeah

Remus:

Remus: I was talking about your heart, why the fuck do I even like you-

An Alternative to Studying

Pairing:Regulus Black x Reader

Word Count:576

Warnings:None

Requested: Yes! By an anon asking for Regulus wit-battle type of deal. A short blurb.

Summary: Your wit versus my wit is a greater (and far more entertaining) battle than those fought by men without mercy.

YOU HATED studying.

It was drastically boring.

But one thing that was far more entertaining that could be achieved by following the ideaof studying was the person who always happened to be at the library whenever you went.

Regulus Black was undeniably attractive. Hanging out at the library with a book in his hand and a mug of coffee on the table where he read. A boyish smirk was his natural appearance and the curls on his head, swayed with every turn of the page. An attractive boy. It made studying or at least attempting to study much easier.

Boredom overtook you that spring morning and there Regulus sat, peacefully reading with that ever so annoying smirk on his face. With a surge of confidence, you slipped into the seat beside him, your own smirk playing on your lips.

You drag the book down from his eyes, those signature Black family eyes meeting you in an already playful tone. “Hi, L/N.”

“Hi, Black.”

“What brings you here?”

His tone was nipping already like a puppy. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you flush just at the sound of his voice. “Boredom. Wouldn’t seek you out if it wasn’t there.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Oh, really?”

“You’ve got that right.” you smirk. “Or perhaps it’s because I noticed that you happen to be at the library whenever I study.”

“Is that right?” he replied. “You call that studying?”

Your eyes glistened as he teased. “I try to be productive. At least I don’t brood.”

He smiled and the freckles on his face became more distinguished that you could count them if you wanted to. “Is this what you call being productive? Seems to me as though you’re itching to do something else. In fact, I’m starting to believe you didn’t come here to study at all seeing as your eyes have been on me since you arrived.”

The smirk on his face only grew larger. Regulus was looking to embarrass you but you wouldn’t allow him to do that so easily. “Stalker much? But you’re right. You caught me. I didn’t come here to study. I came here to watch the theatrics.”

His eyes squinted playfully in confusion. “Theatrics.”

“Yeah.” you grin. “You flirting with me has been quite entertaining. I’ve seen better though.”

His hands closed the book, motioning between the two of you. “So that’s what we’re calling this? Flirting?”

You stare him dead in the eye. “Yup.”

“And you’ve seen better?”

“Oh, definitely.” you nod.

He smirked. “I don’t doubt it. You’re quite the flirt yourself. I bet your mirrors are tired of hearing you compliment yourself every night.”

You let out a chuckle at that. “It is pretty lonely. Maybe you’d like to give me and the mirror a much appreciated break.”

He leans forward and you could feel your heart picking up speed. “I wouldn’t mind.”

“How about you start your shift tomorrow night in the empty Charms classroom?” you murmur, watching as his eyes trail your face.

He nods, pushing a stray hair out of your eyes. “And will I be getting paid for my shift?”

You grin. “Depends on your performance.” you push off the table, grabbing your bag from the other table. “I only expect the best compliments, Black.”

Regulus nods, a cheeky grin on his face as he returns to his book leaving both of you excited for many more witty encounters tomorrow night.

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Flower Boy

Pairing: Regulus Black x Reader

Word Count:2.2k

Warnings: None? Flower Shop AU (i always say my writing is shit so this is just a regular thing at this point) Combined it with the poem I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

Requested:By@with-love-anu

Summary: I am a seedling. You are the sun. My love for you blossomed into hills of roses, violets and chrysanthemums.

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Regulus Black bought flowers for his neighbor every Tuesday when she came home from school.

It was a secret he kept between him and the six year old girl from next door.

She was a cute child, bright eyes and big heart. Her parents did not come home till dinner and although they had not asked him, he kept a close eye on her. With this small job he observed certain things that never ceased to make him smile. The girl had a missing tooth and her favorite color was pink like the color of her backpack. She preferred dresses to skirts and liked to paint in small notebooks at the small playground down the street from his flat. More distinctly she was an avid lover of flowers, her favorite being violets because she was named after them.

So every Tuesday Regulus Black would bring Violet flowers. Nothing special, a bouquet from the grocery store that smelled like the generic flower spray they put on all the flowers. Violet would thank him and he’d watch as her parents arrived home and she’d smile and his heart would fall because he had no one he was waiting for to come home.

Violet was the only person he bought flowers for and he wasn’t sure if that saddened him or made him happier each day.

One day, the day before Violet’s birthday, he decided that she deserved the small purple hued flowers she loved so dearly but he knew that he wouldn’t find it at the store. So he inquired from the grocer where he could find a bouquet of violets and he replied with a name that stuck in his mind all morning.

“Le jardin d’argent.” He had replied. “The Silver Garden. One of the most magical places in London.”

Regulus had made his way down to the location, a quiet corner decorated brightly with flowers, vines, and leaves. And then his eyes fell on you and the corner of his lips turned upwards.

You stood over an array of blossoming flowers, sunhat on your head, watering can tucked in your hand. You smiled as you worked and when your eyes turned to his they were as bright as his neighbor’s daffodils.

You waved him over and sheepishly he came. “Hello, there-”

“Mr. Black.” he cut quickly, cheeks flaring pink at his quickness. “Regulus Black.”

“Well, Regulus, lovely to meet you.” you grinned, beautifully, if he may add. “What can I help you with today.”

“I… I need to buy some violets.”

Your eyes enlarged and a curious expression overtook your features. “That’s awfully specific. I’m glad you came to me.”

He nodded, following you inside. The air smelled of soil and earth, a scent he didn’t think he’d enjoy. Flowers blossomed from each and every corner and soft trickling water could be heard lightly leaving him with a euphoric feeling in the pit of his stomach. His eyes trailed you as you stepped into a small back area, returning with a pot of fully-grown violets.

Your fingers delicately traced the petals and Regulus couldn’t stop himself from watching. “These are African violets. Not the easiest to care for but simple enough once explained. You’ll want to keep them lightly moist and in warmer temperatures. Don’t transfer between pots until some of the leaves start to wilt, rooting is important with these flowers.”

He listened wholeheartedly as you explained the procedures with the utmost depth and care, eyes lighting up and fingers stroking the stem, petals and dirt. When you realized you were rambling your cheeks began to warm. “Sorry.” you mutter. “I get a bit carried away.”

“It’s fine.” Regulus replied. “I’d like to hear more about them. That is… if you’d like to share them with me.”

He was dumbstruck by his own bravery. A startled expression settled on your face. “I’d love to.”

Regulus scolded himself for his stupidity. He didn’t have a place. You can’t go on a date without a place in mind. Luckily, you pointed out the window to the shop across the street. “That’s a coffee shop over there. It’s pretty good.”

Regulus grinned. “Would you mind Saturday at noon?”

“Sure.” you answered quickly. You handed him the violets, fingers brushing against his for only a moment. “That’ll be ten pounds.” He reached into his pocket, exchanging the money with a shy smile before slipping out the door, the bell ringing in reminder of his date tomorrow.

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

You were beautiful in more ways than one.

The coffee date had gone well. So well, that now you had driven him to the lake. He had brought a stereo and old static plagued songs hummed over the radio. You smiled and wore a flowy white dress and leaves fluttered down on you.

All his life he’d been without consistent love or attention but now you were showering him with your own. Your light talk and over-joyous smile was all he needed to see to start on the spiral to slowly falling.

“Why did you come get flowers?” you asked curiously. “Who were they for?”

He flushed. “I have a six-year old named Violet as my neighbor… so the violets…”

“They were for her.” you finished with a sigh. “That’s so sweet, Regulus.”

He shook his head. “Some people make it easy.”

You smiled. “Wise words from someone as young as us.”

“As much as people love to play that wisdom comes with age, I am a firm believer that wisdom comes from experience and someone can experience a lot in a mere nineteen years of life.”

You chuckle, putting your head on his shoulder which caused his heart to drop. “See, wise words.”

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Your light and brightness would continue to run through the course of his life. It would flow through his veins as you became more connected to him. Lovers now, though the romance was newly afresh.

Regulus had never felt so loved. Loneliness seemed to fade as you awoke in his bed the next morning wrapped in sheets of cotton.

His arms were wrapped around you, rays of golden sun were shining through the partly open window. His lips pressed against your neck causing you to softly sigh. “What do you want to do this morning?” he murmured.

You giggled. “Nothing.”

“I’m fine with that.” he laughed, pulling you closer to him.

Outside, laughter filled the air as his neighbor played outside. Violet, the force that had gotten the two of you together. The both of you smiled. “That reminds me of when I was a girl. I liked to sing as I played though.”

“What would you sing?” he asked.

You grinned. “Oh, my darling. Oh, my darling. Oh, my darling, Clementine.”

Regulus listened to you sing, your voice echoing sweet melodies in his head and peacefully luring him to a state between sleep and consciousness.

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

Le Jardin D’Argent gained one more regular customer in the form of Regulus Black who would stop by as his girlfriend worked. He’d watch as she danced around the flower shop, watering blossoms and digging in dirt.

And after each and every shift you had, he would buy you flowers. He’d approach the registry with a smirk and a hand full of pounds.

“I’m inquiring on buying some daffodils?” he grinned.

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Who’re they for?”

He smirked. “I’d much rather not say.”

You’d smile and once the money was exchanged he’d bashfully hold out the bouquet to you which you took with a grin and a kiss to his cheek.

You were so lucky to have him.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

Every moment Regulus spent with you was a moment of joy, of life and filled with love to each of its creeping corners. You were brighter than the stars the two of you gazed on each night. You smiled wider than a man with an orange slice between his lips.

Spring was coming towards its end and summer was beginning to fade inwards. His love for you never did seem to fade instead growing like the plants you cared for so gently. He was the seedling, your love was the water and love bloomed beautifully, gracing the world with color.

Now you were teaching him to garden and he learned diligently by your hand.

“Reg, hand me the watering can?”

He did as you asked, watching as the water spilled from the small openings. “These are the morning glories, aren’t they?”

“Yup.” you responded. “They need to be kept evenly moist in order for them to root themselves quicker.”

Your house was much larger than his and frankly more beautiful. A garden thrived in the backyard portion and Regulus had even set up a small arrangement of flowers that he had begun to sprout, a new addition to your garden and they grew alongside yours in a way that brought him happiness, weirdly enough.

“I love your garden. It always feels like home.” he commented.

“Our garden.” you intervened.

He smiled.

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

Comfort was a gift Regulus Black had rarely known.

Yes, he was rich and yes, he grew up rich. However, as painstakingly simple as it was, no amount of money could buy love or affection, something his mother and father had lacked.

However, you slowly introduced him to the idea that not everybody was cold or shed away from touch. One of Regulus’s favorite things that you did was watch the sunset, backs against the warm grass in your backyard. It was enough to harbor small bits of affection but not enough to make him uncomfortable.

“Do you know what the Greeks thought about the sun setting?”

You looked at him curiously. “What did they think?”

He took your hand, guiding it with the arc of the sunset. The feeling caused both of you to flush. “When the Titans were in power, they believed that Helios was the titan of the sun and Selene was the titan of the moon. They controlled the functions of the sun and the moon, sunset and sunrise. When the titans reign was over, Apollo and his twin sister Artemis were then left to rule over the sun and the moon.”

“That’d be fun to control the moon.”

He nodded, turning to face you in the grass. “We can be them. Although, personally, I think you’re more of a sun person than a moon person.”

You grinned, pecking him once on the lips. “I agree. Regulus, the god of the moon.”

“Y/N, goddess of the sun.”

The sun set before them, the line between sun and moon thinning, the ability to see both a beautiful sight to behold.

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

Even when he was down or perhaps he had found his thoughts were folding in on themselves, you’d press light kisses against his skin and all those thoughts would go away. They’d sink back into a place where they’d be undisturbed.

You’d fill his heart and mind with happy thoughts and simple things that forced all unsettling things that may lurk in the corners of his mind. You’d read sweet stories or even better, sing him soft lullabies from those times you were a kid.

“Oh, my darling. Oh, my darling.”

By now he knew all the words to the simple tune and he’d murmur them along with you.

“Oh, my darling, Clementine. Oh, my darling. Oh, my darling. Oh, my darling, Clementine.”

Love was kind.

He was beginning to realize that.

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

What more could he say? Every week he continued bringing flowers to Violet and now she would wave hello to you as you watched her childish grin with a smile.

His flowers soon grew right beside yours. He would soon get a key to the front door and would know all your neighbors names by heart. Regulus would visit your flower shop everyday and flowers would soon be all around the house and he’d know the difference between annuals and perennials.

Life was perfect.

You had made it perfect.

Regulus stood above the flower shop, a paintbrush in his mouth as he stared at the freshly painted sign above the shop. You stood below him, gripping the base of the latter. “I think it looks good, don’t you think?”

“Yeah.” he replied, stepping down the latter and placing a kiss to your cheek. “It does.”

In his neat cursive, read the letters. Le Jardin Du Noir.

The Garden of Black.

The two of you smiled up at the sign, greeting the daily five thirty customer with a laugh.

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I am a strong believer of Barty and Regulus relationship. A strong believer. A strong supporter

Sirius kept a picture of young Regulus in his wallet, incase he’d ever come back.

Regulus Arcturus Black

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