#regulus x 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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Accusations 3 | R.B
Paring:Young!Remus Lupin X Fem!Reader, James Potter X Fem!Twin!Reader, Eventual Regulus Black X Fem!Reader
Summary: Sirius and Remus come to the wrong conclusion that changes someone’s life forever.
Word Count: 4.1K
Inspiration:Click
Harry cringed at Professor Potter’s stern voice. She was a very laid-back teacher, and her tone of voice always stayed the same level. He had never heard this from her before. Harry could remember when he was a boy under the stairs. Petunia used to raise her voice sometimes at the man on the phone. He used to cower into the deepest depths of the cupboard, hoping that she would stop.
Harry then heard Lupin’s calm voice, “Dumbledore had specifically said that you were working with You-Know-Who. How were we supposed to take that?”
“I don’t know!” Professor Potter exclaimed, “Maybe ask me about it before pointing your wand at my throat?”
“It was a genuine mistake-“ Harry grimaced at Professor Lupin’s poor choice of words.
“A mistake that ruined my life, Lupin!” Harry could feel the malice in her tongue, “Seven years! Seven fucking years of misery. Seven years I will not get back.”
Harry turned the corner to see Lupin’s expression with obvious guilt, but Professor Potter didn’t seem deterred, “Not only was it seven years. I’m not even allowed to have my nephew in my custody because of my record.” Her voice got so low that Harry had to strain to hear it, “You don’t understand what he’s been through, Lupin. He’s getting abused by Lily’s sister, and there’s nothing I can do about it! They see I’ve been to Azkaban, and that’s all they care about.”
Harry almost gasped. Hermione would scold him for being an idiot, but it could’ve been possible that they were related just because they shared the same last name. Now that was confirmed. Professor Potter was his aunt. Harry was in for a good slapping my Hermione, and he owed Ron two sickles.
“But you know what, fuck it all right?” Harry pleaded to Godric he’d never make Professor Potter mad; her voice was shrill and scary, “Because everything that comes out of Dumbledore’s mouth is the truth, right?”
Lupin sighed, “I really am sorry. I know you won’t forgive me, and that’s reasonable, but with Regulus being alive now, you’re going to have to be around Padfoot.”
“I’ve known all about Regulus being alive.” Professor Potter said matter-of-factly, “After all, he’s the reason I’m out of Azkaban.”
Harry turned the corner again, Lupin looked flabbergasted, and from the view of Potter’s back, she seemed smug, “He- He defended you?”
“He did.” Her chin tipped up.
Professor Lupin ran a hand through his hair, looking shocked. He seemed to stand there frozen in time yet so moving simultaneously. His hands moved at a constant pace as if he didn’t know what to do with them. His glasses laid low on his nose, dangerously close to slipping off his face. Harry could see his knee-trembling slightly, possibly in pain. Professor Lupin did carry a cane occasionally.
“He’s also my fiancé.”
That was the bomb that made Lupin’s glasses fall. Professor Potter walked straight and past Lupin, further from Harry. Her shoes made a soft clicking noise against the old floors of Hogwarts. Professor Lupin bent down to grab his glasses and placed them in her cloak before sliding down the wall. His knees were to his chin, and he looked like a pretzel, Harry thought.
Lupin was all long limbs and skinny body. It made him look funny. Nonetheless, Harry was stuck in a sticky situation. His previous question to Professor Lupin now forgotten and more intrigued with the history of his two professors. Hastily, Harry looked at the Marauders Map to find no one insight, and he walked back to the Gryffindor Tower.
Breakfast in the Great Hall was always a magnificent experience. Especially for Ronald Weasley, who never really stopped eating until the food disappeared. It was indeed an appalling talent considering his many other siblings. But Ron didn’t go straight for the French toast. Instead, he stared at Harry.
“What?“
“You were missing last night?”
Hermione turned, “Missing?”
Ron turned to Hermione, “I woke up after a nightmare to find Harry’s bed empty.” Both teens turned to Harry eating a sausage, “So where were you?”
“I had a question for Professor Lupin that turned into a very intriguing history lesson,” Harry replied nonchalantly.
The trio was quiet for a moment before Ron scoffed, “Go on then,” He beckoned, “Share with the class.”
“Apparently,” Harry drawled, “Professor Lupin messed up Professor Potter’s life.”
Hermione was looking for more, “And she’s also my aunt.”
“I knew it!” Ron exclaimed and held out his hand, “Go on.”
Harry dug through his pockets and slapped two sickles in Ron’s hand; Hermione looked less impressed, “I mean, of course, it seems obvious, innit?”
Both boys turned to her, “Do you guys not feel the tension whenever Professor Lupin and Potter get within five feet of each other?” Based on the boy’s expression, it was a no, “You two are absolutely hopeless.” She grumbled while stuffing her face with porridge.
“So what happened?”
“She told him off, and he kinda just sat there, I suppose.” Harry shrugged, drowning his pancakes in syrup, “I left before anyone could see me.”
“So, what’s the plan?” Ron asked, mouth full of egg.
“Plan?”
“Yeah,” Ron replied, “We need a plan to figure out what went wrong.”
Hermione scoffed, “I think it has something to do with her going to Azkaban.”
She shuffled through her bag before pulling out an old Daily Prophet. She pointed at a paragraph, “If you read here, it says that Y/n Potter and Remus Lupin had been romantically involved before the incident causing her to go to Azkaban.”
“Why the hell do you have this?” Harry’s spoon clattered against his dish.
“Research! That’s not the point.” Hermione swatted at him, “The point is that obviously, something happened between the two. Not to mention them being absolutely connected. Did she mention anyone else?”
“Professor Lupin did mention something about a Padfoot?”
Hermione hummed, “Okay, let’s say Padfoot is a nickname for a friend, okay?“
“Bloody weird nickname,” Ron murmured.
“No one asked you, Ronald.” Hermione snapped.
Harry grinned, “She said the full name.”
“Harold Potter.”
“My name isn’t even Harold!”
“Irrelevant!” She exclaimed, “Padfoot is their friend, or was their friend. Maybe we should talk to them or find them.”
Ron swallowed his bacon faster than you could say wackspurt, “And how exactly are we going to find this Padfoot?”
“I don’t think we should find him.” Hermione said exasperated, “I think we should ask Professor Potter about him.”
“Why would we do that?”
“Yeah,” Harry agreed, “Isn’t that an invasion of privacy?”
Hermione narrowed her eyes, “That’s never been a problem with you before.”
Harry flipped his hands up defensively, “It was one bloody time.”
Ron snickered, “We ended up saving your life, didn’t we?”
“Not the point!”
It took days of planning, but the trio eventually came up with a plan. However, their plan was quickly thrown to the dogs when Professor Lupin entered the History of Magic classroom during the third-year Gryffindors and Hufflepuff class time. Professor Potter paid him absolutely no mind, but Professor Lupin was undetermined and stood in the entryway of the door. Everyone enjoyed Professor Potter’s lessons. According to the upper-level students, she was much more intriguing than old Professor Binns.
A cough sounded from the doorway, “Professor Potter?”
“Yes?” Her voice sounded strained behind her gritted teeth.
“May I bother you for just a moment?”
“More than you already have?” Some Hufflepuffs sniggered, and Seamus ‘Ooooed’ from the front left corner of the room.
Professor Potter turned, “Pay him no mind, Mr.Finnigan. I’ll be back in just a second.”
Without another word, she left the classroom with the door cracked open. Professor Lupin placed his shoe in the crevice of the door so it wouldn’t close completely. Harry sat in the back of the classroom with Hermione beside him; despite the closed door and low voices, the duo could still hear their every word.
“What is your problem!” Y/n whisper shouted, “I can’t even teach my class in peace now?”
Remus sighed, clearly done with the bickering, “Sirius will be staying with me for the weekend.”
“And I care; why?”
“You don’t.” Remus stated plainly, “But he would like to speak with you.”
She scoffed, “‘He would like.’ You know, I’d like many things in this world, but we don’t always get what we want, do we?”
“I am well aware we do not always get what we want, thank you.” Remus retorted drily, “However, we are both making an effort to correct what we have done to you.”
“You’re wasting your time,” Y/n stated as she tried to enter her classroom.
Remus stopped her, “When was the last time you used Vixen?”
“I don’t think that’s any of your business.”
“It’s not.” Remus replied, “But if you can make it, I’d appreciate it greatly.”
Professor Potter didn’t answer. Instead, she walked around him and entered her classroom. Harry didn’t know what Professor Lupin meant by if she could ‘make it.’ Maybe it was a specific teacher meeting or something that the teachers did. Regardless, it was evident that the Professors still weren’t on good terms.
The following Monday, Professor Lupin was not teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Professor Potter instead. She leaned on the wooden desk with her dark purple robes on. Underneath her robes were muggle clothes. Professor Potter always seemed indifferent to blood status. Everyone sat in their respected seats when Harry raised his hand.
“Yes, Mr. Potter?”
“Where is Professor Lupin?”
Y/n sighed, “He’s fallen ill. So until he feels better, I’ll be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts in his place.”
Harry smiled, seemingly okay with that answer. It didn’t seem that Professor Potter was angry at Professor Lupin for teaching in his absence but that she seemed tired. Harry noticed some new bruises on her arms when she took her robes off and how she seemed to move sluggishly across the classroom. Professor Potter was laid-back, but she wasn’t lazy.
It was late, and Harry was just about to go to the Gryffindor corridor when he saw Professor Potter sitting at Professor Lupin’s desk with a stack of parchment. He approached the door quietly and knocked gently. Y/n perked up and smiled happily at the intrusion.
“It’s quite late, Harry.” Y/n observed, “Might it be time for you to go to the Gryffindor tower?”
Harry flushed, “I was wondering if I could talk to you? If I’m not intruding.”
“Not a problem, my love.” Y/n waved her hand, and the papers hit the floor beside the desk.
A chair from one of the desks floated in front of the Professor’s desk, and Y/n motioned for him to sit in it. Harry tried to move less eager than he was but still moved faster than he would’ve liked. His satchel hit the ground beside him, and Y/n twirled a quill.
“Sorry, I can’t offer you any tea.” Professor Potter said, slightly embarrassed, “As you can see, this isn’t my classroom, and I have no idea where anything is.”
Harry grinned, not unlike James; Y/n noticed, “I think I’ll explode if I drink any more tea,” Harry chuckled, “I just came from dinner at the Great Hall.”
“Wonderful,” Y/n commented with an amused smile, “Now, what was it you wanted to speak about?”
He faltered slightly, “We share the same surname.”
“We do,” Y/n stated, “But that happens all the time.”
“Well, is it possible that you’re related to my father, James Potter?”
She smirked, “It is.”
“Are you?”
“I am.”
Harry didn’t think he would get this far.
“I’m his twin sister.” Y/n said, “Which makes you my nephew, in case you weren’t aware.”
“I-I know.” Harry stuttered, “Can you- um- tell me what he was like?”
Y/n beamed, “Of course. Is there anything, in particular, you’d like to know?”
“Was he kind?” He queried hesitantly, “I’ve heard he was arrogant.”
She laughed at that, “He was definitely arrogant, but he was exceedingly kind to make up for it. It didn’t matter how many times you upset or disappointed James Potter, he’d always give you a second, or third, or fourth chance.”
“I’m sure you’ve heard that he was a star Chaser for the Gryffindor House team. Sirius Black - his best mate - was a Beater on the team, and believe it or not, Professor Lupin was the Commentator.”
“Commentator?”
“Indeed.” Y/n smirked, “Professor Lupin was extremely witty in his youth.”
Harry kicked a crumpled note under the desk before asking again, “Why are you and Professor Lupin so cross?”
“Professor Lupin and I are perfectly cordial.” Y/n saw Harry’s disbelieving look, “However, we aren’t the greatest of friends.”
“Why?”
She coughed subtly, “It’s a very long-winded story we don’t have time for, I’m afraid.”
“Does it have something to do about your imprisonment?”
“How do you know about that?”
“Hermione showed Ron and me the other morning at breakfast.”
Y/n smiled fondly, “She’s quite brilliant, but yes, it does.”
“So you and Professor Lupin were in a relationship?”
“We were.” Y/n answered, “We started going out in our fifth year and presumably broke up when I got sentenced.”
Harry didn’t know what to say. He felt like the words were falling from his mouth before he could stop them, “Can I live with you?”
“Excuse me?”
“It’s just that- I’m sorry- I didn’t-“ Harry’s face was the color of rose, and he was spluttering to try and form a sentence.
Y/n had an expression on her face that could only be called affectionate, “It’s okay, Harry. I’ve heard rumors of what the Dursleys do to you over the summer holidays.”
“You have?” Harry seemed relaxed by this.
“I have, and I’d love nothing more for you to stay with me.” Y/n sighed, “However, I’d need clearance from the Ministry, and I don’t know if they’ll permit me. Especially with one of your guardians having a clean record.”
Harry looked confused, “I have another guardian?”
“You do.”
“Who are they?”
“Sirius Black is your godfather.” Y/n replied, “To be quite honest, I’m not sure why he hasn’t tried to take you in yet. However, I believe it’s Dumbledore’s orders. I’ve never been one for following his orders, though.”
She had a mischievous grin on her face, “This may be a lot to ask, but-“
“I’ll try.” Harry looked shocked at her interjection, “Hopefully, by the summer, you’ll be able to come home to mine instead of the Dursleys. Sound fair?”
“Yes. Thank you!”
“You’re welcome, love.”
Harry was in much brighter spirits after his talk with Professor Potter. It was exciting to learn that he could get rid of the Dursleys and live with a loving Aunt. Not to mention he also had a godfather that he never knew of.
Three owls were sent that night by three different owls. One snow-white owl named Hedwig sent a letter to a mysterious Sirius Black. A second all-black owl named Achilles was sending a letter to the Ministry for parental permission of Harry James Potter. Finally, a third barn owl was sending a letter to Regulus Black about the potential of Harry living under their roof.
Sirius wasn’t expecting mail at the kitchen table when eating breakfast. Usually, the mail came in through the muggle mailbox since he and Remus shared a flat in muggle London, but occasionally they’d get mail by owl-post. Sirius took the envelope from the owl, but she didn’t fly away immediately. She watched Sirius open it and sat patiently.
“Dear, Sirius Black,
I don’t really know how to start this. I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Harry James Potter, and apparently, you were my dad’s best mate. That’s all I really know about you and that you were a Beater for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. I’m a Seeker for the team right now.
According to Professor Potter, you’re my godfather. I wish you would’ve contacted me or told me you exist. I’ve only just now learned of who you are. Apparently, you, mum, dad, Professor Lupin, and Professor Potter were all friends. Maybe you didn’t know I was born, and that’s why you didn’t contact me, or that’s what I’m hoping. Otherwise, it’s real shit of you not to.
I guess owl me back, so I know you exist still.
-Signed,
Harry Potter”
Sirius chuckled, running a hand through his hair, “Nothing like getting told off by your godchild.”
Harry did get a letter back from the mysterious Sirius Black only two days later. The handwriting was elegant and curvy; maybe his godfather was posh or a muggle. The Potter’s didn’t seem to care about blood status. When he asked Hermione and Ron about the Black’s, he got an insightful explanation about the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Nonetheless, the words inside were encouraging and informative. Despite Sirius not reaching out, he seemed kind.
Harry and Sirius continued to owl each other. As it continued, the letters got more personal and more helpful. Sirius was actually really good at offering advice for Harry when needed. Professor Potter had gotten an owl back about her parental permissions being granted after months of review. After the History of Magic examination, Harry was to stay after class.
After class, Harry received news that he would be coming to the Black/Potter residence for the summer holidays, and he was ecstatic. The train home couldn’t have been any slower, and he couldn’t wait to be safe in a house with his Aunt.
They apparated to the driveway, which was stone brick pavers, it seemed neverending, and the cherry blossom trees surrounding the house were in full bloom. It was a two-story house, painted grey with dark brown - almost black - accents. When the duo walked inside the house smelt like a man’s cologne, Harry thought the house couldn’t be more different than the Dursleys.
A soft fluffy thing walked in between Harry’s legs immediately after his shoes were off, and Y/n chuckled, “This is lynx. She’s our cat.”
He bent down, and she smelt his hand before rubbing against it, “She’s beautiful.”
“Thank you.” Y/n replied, “Though Regulus will take great pride in that.”
Harry followed Y/n into the kitchen, where she began preparing tea, “Regulus?”
“Oh!” She exclaimed as she placed the kettle on the stove, “Regulus is my fiancé. He knows you’re here, and he is super sweet.”
“Where is he?”
Y/n put the boiling water in two cups, “Working.”
She passed him a cup of the jasmine tea, “Do I- um- call him Uncle?”
“You don’t have to if you aren’t comfortable.” Y/n was always so soft and trying to make him comfortable, “He’ll appreciate anything that isn’t Mr. Black.”
“Okay.” Harry smiled.
Regulus didn’t come home until later that evening. Y/n had shown Harry to his bedroom, which was the same bedroom she occupied while staying in the house. Harry was getting settled in when the door opened loudly, and someone was taking their shoes off at the door along with their cloak.
The man had jaw-length curvy hair with blue-grey eyes. His skin was pale and flushed from the heat. He also had freckles under his eyes. His jawline was sharp, his cheeks sunken just a pinch. The man was skinny but had muscle and was extremely tall. He stood at around six feet. Harry was just about five feet and five inches.
He didn’t see Harry at the top of the steps and went straight into the kitchen, where he placed down the take-out containers. Y/n appeared at the other end of the kitchen, it seemed, because the man stopped and smiled at her. Harry stood at the central kitchen entrance watching them interact. He kissed her on the cheek as she unloaded the bag of takeout. Finally, Harry was noticed.
“Ah, you must be Harry.” Regulus said with a smile, and Harry flushed, embarrassed for ruining their peace, “I’m Regulus.”
Harry didn’t say anything and stared at them wearily, “It’s okay, Harry. You can come in. Regulus got us some take-out. Hopefully, it’s something you like.” Y/n smiled, putting two boxes in front of a barstool at the island.
He sat down hesitantly and began to eat, “Sorry,” Harry apologized, “I’m not used to this setting yet.”
“We’ve been in the same position before.” Regulus stated solemnly, “Except I didn’t have an amazing Aunt to escape to.”
Y/n laughed, “Shut it.”
“I’m just telling him the truth!” Regulus defended mouthful of food.
“Chew your food.” Y/n scoffed.
Harry smiled at their good-natured bickering. It was much different from Petunia and Vernon constant arguing. Harry could get used to this. He was never really allowed to sit in the kitchen and eat with the others. He also would’ve been punished for eavesdropping as he had previously. Y/n and Regulus didn’t seem to mind, however.
The summer holiday was truly fun compared to his usual one. Regulus was kind and sweet, like Y/n’s description. Lynx also seemed to take a liking to him. Lynx slept with him every night but traveled throughout the house in the mornings. Harry also learned that breakfast would always get made in the mornings. Sometimes it was french toast, pancakes, or waffles as a main course, but it always tasted heavenly.
He learned that Y/n went to Hogwarts a week early to prepare for classes, leaving him home alone with Regulus. Harry and Regulus got along nicely. They didn’t know much about each other, however. Harry was in the library when he found a black leather-bound book. It read ‘The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black History’ in gold foil on the spine. Harry pulled it from the shelf and began to read through it.
It seemed like a biography on the Black family with many facts inside. Whoever wrote the book was obviously well informed on the pureblood family. The book talked about everyone too, even the disowned members of the family like Alphard Black, Andromeda Black, Phinneas Black, and finally Sirius Black.
Harry drank up all the knowledge about Sirius like a bee with nectar. Sirius seemed to have a troubling childhood with extremely abusive parents. He’d go weeks without food, water, and sometimes shelter. Sirius was the only Black to get sorted into Gryffindor, but he wasn’t the first to be sorted into a different house.
He didn’t know how long he sat there reading until Regulus entered the room, “Whatcha got there?”
Harry snapped the book shut, looking like a deer in headlights, “I- um- I don’t- uh-“
“Y/n said you stuttered when you got caught, but I thought she was lying.” Regulus chuckled, “Apparently not.”
The young boy’s face was entirely red, “You aren’t in trouble, Harry.” Regulus sat down criss-cross in front of him.
Harry handed Regulus the book, and Regulus smiled, “It makes sense why you’d pick it up. It’s intriguing, isn’t it?”
“It is.” He admitted, “Sirius Black is my godfather, and I wanted to know more about him.”
“Well, you know, I actually wrote this book.” Regulus grinned, “You could always ask me.”
“You- You wrote it?”
Regulus let his fingers trail the front of the leather, “Yup. I just never published it.”
“Why not?” Harry questioned, “It’s brilliant!”
“Thank you.” Regulus blushed, “But nobody needs to know how horrid my family was.”
There was a short silence, “But since you seem so intrigued and I am Sirius Black’s younger brother. I’d love to tell you anything you’d like to know.”
Harry grinned cheerfully. The two boys sat in the library for the entire afternoon talking about the Black family. Harry found that he now understood what Regulus meant when he said they came from the same background. Regulus seemed to have it much worse than he did.
Toward the end of the holiday, Harry took to calling Regulus Uncle. It seemed fitting after Regulus had taken the role with such affection and care. Harry couldn’t imagine not coming to their house every summer and maybe even Christmas one year. He had never felt so safe in soft, warm bedsheets and a purring Lynx laying on the pillow he wasn’t using.
Y/n was already at Hogwarts, so Regulus had taken the role to bring him to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. Harry wasn’t disappointed. Regulus had made a fantastic breakfast that morning and some sweets to take with him or eat on the train. He hugged Regulus before jumping onto the train. Harry found Hermione and Ron quickly, where they all exchanged stories from the summer.
Harry had never felt so loved in his life.
Warning: 18+
Rushed and random, have fun lovely ppl, might make a part 2 idk yet
Please don’t be offended if i dont inlclude you on a taglist, bc i really have no clue how that works, so i decided to note make one lmao
You’re standing infront of the entrace of Grimmauld Place. You hadn’t seen Regulus in weeks now, too scared to ask Sirius why he wasn’t showing up in school. But you couldn’t take it anymore, you needed to know. Just as you were about to knock, the door opened, Regulus standing in the doorway. Your hand hovered midair, surprised. Regulus looked tired, dark circles under his eyes, mouth in a thin line. He scanned your face with an unreadable expression , before he breathed out, opening the door further. Stepping inside you followed him up the staircase, right into his room.
No words were spoken, when you took a seat on his bed, placing your bag on the floor. He stood with his back to you, looking out of the massive window. The candles made his face glow, dark cicles even more prominent in the dim, orange light.
His voice was hoarse when he spoke, as if he hadn’t spoken in days. “Do you need something?”
Getting up from your position you stood behind him, shaking your head. He was watching you from the reflection on the window, a solemn expression on his elegant face.
“Did Sirius send you?”
You shook your head again, eyes apologetic. He still hadn’t recovered from Sirius leaving him on his own. He dropped his head, an unamused puff of air escaping his nose. He murmured something under his breath, making the door slam shut, before his hand shot out, gripping your throat to slam you against the window right infront of him. His eyes were icy, a shiver running down your body at the tight grip of his long fingers.
“Do you really want to be here while I’m in this state?”
Your voice trembled as you spoke, “What state?”
He gave you a forced smile, lips curling to show his teeth. “What state? I’m thinking about beating you bloody. About taking away your ability to breathe. About slicing you with my wand.”
Your breath hitched, pulse quickening. You wanted to say something, anything. “Reg-”
His hands pressed harder. “I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
You clamped your mouth shut again, forcing yourself to hold eye contact.
“I want to fuck you. I want to taste your blood. I want to fuck your mouth. I want to ruin you for everyone else.”
He let you breath again and you gasped at the weight of his confession rather than the lack of air, heart heavy with an indescribable feeling.
“I’m gonna hurt you more than I will make you happy. My love isn’t pleasant. Do you understand?”
He crossed his arms behind his back, face guarded again.
“Yes, Regulus.”
Pressing his hips to yours he brushed his lips on your forhead gently, whispering. „Foolishgirl, you should have never come here.“
—
“Don’t tell me that you can’t take more, you filthy girl.”
Regulus was relentlessly making you cum, he didn’t care how, as long as you came. On his fingers, on his lips, on his cock, on his toys. He simply wanted to see you cry out with pleasure, wanted you to make him forget about his life for a second. Wanted to see your skin break with the sharpness of his teeth.
“I can’t I cant pleasedon’t-”
Regulus, frowned. “Yesyoucan, pet. Now be good and cum.”
You cried pathetically as you came for the third time this night. Tremors made you shake all over as you writhed, trying to get away from Regulus’ hands.
“That was it? Oh no, little girl, you can cum better than that!”
You balked at that, recoiling but he grabbed you by your hips pulling you up on your knees to fuck you from behind. Sliding in with one trust he pounded without mercy, not giving you time do adjust. He was consumed with the feel of your skin against his own, leaning over your back to bite at the skin between your shoulderblades. The bite left an imprit of his sharp canines, the skin slightly breaking under the force as you cried out in pain, which turned into pleasure instantly as you accidentally pushed back against his cock.
“Mmmthat’s it, fuck my cock…”, Regulus groaned, kissing your throat. without warning his hand came down hard on your tits and you came again, losing your voice while you screamed for mercy.
“Mercy, Reg please, I can’t!”
“I warned you ah- don‘t expect me to stop now. Take. It. Like a good. Girl.” He fucked you with every word, nails digging into the skin of your belly, hands pushing against the forming buldge.
Pulling you up by your tangled hair he pressed your back against his chest, hands pressing on your throat. You dug your nails into his arms as you tried to pry his hands away, but he kept pressing harder.
„You breathe when I let you.“
With that he shoved you down again, hands on your clit and you came for the fifth time in a row. He pulled out dragging yoour head to hang off the bed and put his cock in your parted mouth, pushing in until his heavy balls rested on your chin. You choked, pushing against his thighs but he paid you no mind.
„Filthy girl, drooling all over my cock“, he sneered, „I can see me all the way down your throat.“
Hands snaking between your open legs he pushed his middle and ring finger inside and fucked your sore cunt, raw with all the orgasm he gave you before. Youwere hurting, tears dripping down your flushed cheeks, voice breaking as you sobbed. Pleading to let you rest.
He pushed into you one last time before he cursed and came down your throat, fucking your mouth full of his hot cum. The feeling overwhelmed you and you came again, mewling around his cock, body curling to protect itself.
Regulus pulled you up by your hair, pushing his forehead against yours as he panted and watched you swallow. Smirking breathlessly he pressed a kiss on your mouth for the first time that night.
„Don‘t think I‘m done with you yet.“
