Animal Lover Regulus Who Just Has To Greet Whatever Creature He Encounters. Regulus Who After His Brother

animal lover regulus who just has to greet whatever creature he encounters. regulus who after his brother left, all company he could enjoy at home were insects and the occasional stray cat wandering around. regulus who subtly waves at any crows that fly by, says hello to the black dog he sometimes sees running around the quidditch field when he goes flying at night, and nods cordially every time an owl rushes through with a message.

animal lover regulus who once ventures a little too deep into the forbidden forest, gets a little lost. regulus who's starting to get restless and fidgets with his robes, who suddenly hears rustling and turns around startled. regulus who relaxes once he sees the stag, that —although much bigger— seems in the same predicament as him. regulus who speaks softly, keeping his tone gentle to try and not scare the deer away, who dares to stumble forward, reaching to touch around the animal's head. regulus who waits as the stag slowly, hesitantly comes to him, nesting it's soft nose against his palms. regulus who let's out a chuckle when the stag gradually becomes more and more confortable under his touch, who watches as the tension leaves it's body, frightened brown eyes settling shut. regulus who hushes the stag, praises, thanks it for letting him close. regulus who wonders why the fur is turning warmer even though it's getting chilly in the woods. regulus who feels so at peace here, with his forehead pressed against a deer and his hands wrapped around heavy antlers.

animal lover regulus who eventually pulls back, blinking a few times as he grounds himself again. regulus who remembers it's actually late and he should be back before curfew. regulus who, on a wimp, surges forwards a presses a tiny kiss right on the stag's nose, laughs softly at the stupidity of it all, and hurries back into the castle. regulus who later lies in bed, fighting sleep as his mind replays what happened earlier. regulus who decides to go into the woods the next day, in hopes of encountering the stag again.

starchaser doodles

best friends to lovers? no, best friends AND lovers!

🍂Autumn 🍂

(+another fic rec with this vibe: Straight Boy )

panda ml <3

very much 60s core but i feel like it’s fitting

It's a fitting punishment... To want something so much—to hold it in your arms—and know beyond a doubt you will never deserve it.