Arranging Fate || Regulus Black

Arranging Fate || Regulus Black

Character: Regulus Black

Word Count: 3k

Requested: Yes, by @innernutbeard​

Summary: After your parents arrange your marriage with Regulus Black, you slowly find yourself falling for the boy who does everything to drive you crazy.

Warnings: Swearing, sexual innuendos

Disclaimer: I did not make this gif, credit to the person who did

A/N: This was requested by @innernutbeard​! I loved the prompt and it was so fun to write <3

PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR STEAL MY WORK. REBLOGS ARE JUST FINE :)

You briskly walked into the Great Hall, heart pounding. Clutched tightly in your hand was the crisp letter from your mother stating the arrangement she had made with Walburga Black. You and her youngest son Regulus were to be married after you graduated from Hogwarts in two years. 

You could barely wrap your head around the idea, sure you had always found him attractive, but now you were supposed to marry him. Did he even like you, much less want to get married to you?

Regulus sat at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, once more rereading the letter his mother had sent him, the letter that said he was to be married to Y/N L/N, the shy pretty girl he had known since first year. Her wealthy noble pureblood family was the exact type of people Walburga would want her good son to marry, providing the Blacks with more connections within the Wizarding World. 

Regulus had never seen you as more than just a fellow classmate until now, and as he watched you nervously step into the Great Hall, he found himself wondering how you felt about the news.

You quickly walked towards the Slytherin table to sit with your housemates. You shyly looked up at Regulus, then glanced back down at the floor. He had been staring at you since you walked in. You looked up again, then back down, trying to hide your glances but knowing he saw each one as his eyes hadn’t moved from your face.

You took a seat at the end of the table, several yards away from Regulus, unsure how to broach the subject with him yet. Regulus seemed to have other ideas though, as he picked up his plate of ham and eggs and walked down the stretch of benches.

You quickly looked down at your empty plate and grabbed a piece of toast. With a slight clatter, another plate, this one full of food, dropped down next to you. You didn’t need to look up to know who’s it was.

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Hero Friend-ship (Pietro)

Is this hero worhsip or just some heros doing the friendship

Your scream tore through the air as you threw up the shield, watching the two men cower, covering the small child.

Bullets twanged against your wall and you felt something drip from your nose. As silence filled the air, you smiled at the silver haired man, who stared at you with wonder.

Then it went dark.

“My name’s Steve Rogers and I’d like to issue you with an invitation to join the Avengers Initiative.”

“It’s still an initiative?” You groan, blinking at the blonde haired magazine cover before you and he frowns, glancing left at the mirrored window across from you. A loud laugh barks out of a speaker high on the wall and Steve Rogers rolls his eyes and blushes.

“Google the definition of initiative, kid.” Someone says through the speakers and you nod slowly, chewing your lip.

“Okay.” You answer, pushing yourself into a sitting position and taking in the giant screens that face your bed. Oh.

Details of your powers, your conditions, a scrolling window of your medical history and a line diagram of a womans body, overlaid with rotating information sheets that you assume correspond to different things. Like your powers or your broken arm from grade four.

“Sorry.” Steve Rogers winces, clearing his throat and studiously avoiding looking at the wall. You’re grateful, or you would be if you didn’t believe he’d been reading it while he waited for you to wake.

“So…”

“The Avengers.”

“Right.” You nod, frowning. “Where’s the contract? I should read it.”

“Of course.” He says, grabbing a gigantic stack of papers and picking them up. For a moment, your heart rate skyrockets and you can hear it on the machine, until he drops the pile onto another table and leans back to the first table, picking up and offering you a tablet.

“That was really sneaky.” You whine and he laughs softly, his smile filled with something so wholesome it hurts.

“I’ll leave you with that.” He smiles, pushing out the door and you click on the tablet, a terms and conditions page opening.

Damn.

“Hello.” The silver haired man coos from the doorway and you jump, turning to him with your hand pressed to your heart.

“You frightened me.” You frown and he nods sagely, a smirk giving the corners of his lips an uptick.

“It looks good on you.” He says and you blink at him, watching his cheeks flush and his expression -screw up for a moment. “I mean- Would you like to go get dinner some time?”

Damn.

“No.” You answer succinctly, turning back to the bag on your bed and pulling out the photo of your little brother.

“Why not?” He says sounding surprised and you sigh softly, inaudible to him, thankfully.

“I’m busy.” You shrug, setting the photo beside your bed and smiling at it. If you pretend he isn’t there, then he might leave. “You also said fear looks good on me.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean that… But what about when you’re not busy?” He asks and you peek at him over your shoulder, glaring a bland look at him. “Fine. Okay.”

 Pietro, the name you’d learned a few hours after meeting him, hounded you.

Over the course of a few days, he invited you to every function, activity and minor trip you can imagine.

Of course, you denied him every time. You’ve been through a hero worship romance and it nearly killed you- emotionally- and you’re never doing that again.

“So do you like cookies and cream or strawberries and cream?” Pietro asks and you swallow your loud sigh. Across the room, Natasha is openly staring and smirking while Wanda covertly casts a glance your way every so often.

“I like neither.” Your eyes move to the window, turning your body just a bit but enough to cut off the conversation you’re having with the silver haired boy. Or so you think.

“Really? I like cookies and cream. Specifically, Oreos. They’re great. Know what else is great? This zoo I went to recently, want to come with when I go again?” The words are awkward and you’re so uncomfortable and filled with pity that you can’t help but spear him with a glare.

“Please, stop.”

“I’m sorry…”

“I mean it. No more of this, I’m not interested.” You give him a half-hearted glare before returning your gaze to the window, but not before you catch sight of Wanda’s scowl and Natasha’s raised eyebrows. Natasha is whispering something to Wanda, who is shaking her head vehemently, and then your eyes are focused on the clouds.

The sofa shifts as Pietro leaves and your shoulders droop.

He’s your type. He’s so your type it’s not even funny.

Handsome, funny, good natured, strong emotionally. Even the thought of his emotional strength gives you a heart boner. He’d be so understanding. Oh, man.

But alas you didn’t save his life to get a date. You didn’t even really save his life, your life saving was for the wee babe in his arms.

Whatever.

“Hey, wanna go out on a date?” Natasha asks, her voice smokey and you feel yourself go still. Crap? Crap?

“Uh, pardon?” You cough awkwardly, choking on air. Natasha stares at you, waiting and you swallow hard. “Sorry, what?”

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” She repeats and you nervously shake your head. “So you’re not into girls, so-”

“Hey, hey.” You cut in, righteous sexuality frustration simmering gently in your gut. “I can like a girl. I like girls sometimes.”

“So then why-”

“Because we work together! This isn’t Friends where the group easily survives Ross and Rachels relationship drama, this is pretty well the darkest timeline and if something can go wrong, it will.” You sigh, glaring at the woman before you. “I’m not putting anyones neck on the line because I can’t keep it in my pants. And I’m not going to date Pietro because he’s got some lifesaver crush on me, okay?”

Natasha stares at you for a moment longer before her lips quirk upwards. “Those are all great points, I like you.”

“Thank you, I had accidentally prepared them earlier.”

Her laugh is light and you’re almost regretting your denial of her offer.

“My brother doesn’t have a hero worship crush on you or a life saver crush on you,” Wanda hisses and you try not to visibly cringe. She’s been reading your mind. Maybe she can hear the literal eesh sound in your head right now.

“I can, it’s juvenile.” You do wince this time and she sighs, a half-hearted glare in her eyes. “We all have to read up on new team members if we are offering them a contract and it looks like they’ll say yes. My brother liked the you he saw on paper, turns out the you he met in person was awful.”

“Then the jokes on him, I could’ve told him I’m awful myself,” you snipe and she scowls at you. “Look, it’s obviously more than a hero worship crush, I don’t mix business with pleasure for a reason, it’s the plot for a billion bad movies. I’m just not interested in the drama.”

“I can respect that,” Pietro says and you jump, clutching your chest.

“Jesus Christ!” You swear, glaring at him and he murmurs an apology.

“I can respect that though, perhaps we might be friends instead? I do see how my advances could be taken as romantic- which some of them were but others weren’t.” He looks so genuine and apologetic, wow. “Perhaps we could go to the zoo together? With other people as well, perhaps the whole team if they are available. It would be a great excuse for team bonding, or rather use the excuse of team bonding for a trip to the zoo.”

You grin, glad you’re allowed to finally be interested. Being friends would be great.

You and my brother are so going to get married.

Shut up, no.

Oh, yes. Within two years if you’re still alive.

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Your Boyfriend (one shot)

Regulus Black AU 

Request:  hiya! can i request a regulus x reader where like they’ve been seeing each other for months but regulus insists to say that is nothing serious cus he has commitment issues but he actually loves her, but reader gets tired and snogs someone else and regulus sees it, long story short they just end up kinda of like screaming “i love you” to each other lmao. thanks!

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: T 

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Valentines Day…the day that people who were in love were supposed to make their lovers feel valued and important…

Yeah, right…

You thought negatively as you walked out of potions to see some Ravenclaw in the hallway snogging her boyfriend.

Must be nice.

You added. This whole day was going to be a shit fest of emotions. It would be awfully nice if your boyfriend (even though he wouldn’t call himself that) made you feel the least bit special to him. 8 months into your relationship with Regulus and he was no closer to saying the word boyfriend or girlfriend than he was on day one.

In the beginning, you decided to play along with Regulus’ commitment issues and just be happy that he wanted to lavish affection on you. Now you were in love with the jerk and he still treated you like a special friend with benefits. Why you stuck around was still a question in itself. Loving Regulus most likely had a lot to do with it. You didn’t want to think about not having him to turn to at the end of a hectic chaotic day.

Behind closed doors, he was precious. Regulus would hold your hand, kiss you, cuddle you…all of the normal boyfriend/girlfriend activities minus the fun title. It was only out in the open did things become difficult. Was it so much to ask to be acknowledged as what you actually were?

“You look like you have had a day.”

You were pulled from your thoughts when Sirius turned to you. Sitting down in a huff, you gave him the biggest frown possible.

“I hate Valentine’s Day.”

Sirius exchanged a momentary glance with Remus. Both boys were well accustomed to your unorthodox relationship with Regulus.

“I supposed Regulus forgot?”

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Best Friends, Right? || Tom Holland x Reader

warnings: none

synopsis: after an awkward encounter with your bestfriend, you learn how much you really mean to each other.

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2004

The London weather was slightly over cast as the moving trucks pulled up to you knew home. You and your parents had moved to Kingston, London from East Croydon and it was safe to say it was definitely an upgrade.

You were only six years old when you parents decided on a change of scenery. They both relocated to central London for work and thought that Kingston would be nice place for you to grow up.

“Hi there! You must M/N and D/N.” A red headed women smiled as she walked out of her house. Your new neighbour looked friendly enough. “And you must be little Y/N.” She smiled as she bent down to your level.

“Yes! Hi! So nice to meet you.” Your mother smiled back at her as they made friendly conversation. Your dad was chatting to an average sized man with curly black hair and glasses. You’d learnt that his name was Dom and his wife, Niki had four sons. The oldest, Tom was 8. The twins, Harry and Sam, were 5. Just a few months younger than you, and a baby boy named Paddy.

You quickly became fast friends with all of them, playing different video games and board games whilst Dom and Niki helped your parents move in next door.

When you were 11 and Tom was 13, you’d developed a bit of a crush on Tom. At one point, you’d avoid him at all costs and even wrote ‘Mrs Y/N Holland’ on the back of your bedroom door, covering it with a poster to hide it from everyone. Eventually you’d grown out of your crush and moved on, seeing no real possibility of anything happening.

You had become to the closest to Harry and Sam because of your age similarity and especially Harry because of your interests.

Being an only child, you were glad to get along so well with them and finally felt like you had siblings. Over the years, your families become extremely close, spending holidays and birthdays together, and supporting each other with everything. You’d attend school plays, band performances, and award ceremonies with each other and eventually would watch Dom’s comedy shows with the twins when you turned 18.

It was around this time that Tom had become increasingly more famous and when he was home, you’d help him run lines or give notes on his performance. Eventually, you’d grown apart as he was always so busy travelling the world and you’d missed him greatly but when he was home it was like everything was back to normal.

2021

It was the first time in months that everyone was in London and agreed to go out. The summer weather was still warming up the sky, even at night and you were excited to spend time with everyone.

It was almost 7 o’clock when you’d walked next door to the Holland household. Since it was still warm and you’d be getting very drunk, you’d opted for a light blue denim mini skirt, white platform trainers, and a white strapless crop top. You looked good and you knew it.

Inside, Harry and Sam were making their pre drinks, Grace was scrolling on her phone which meant Harrison was somewhere in the house, and Tom was know where to be seen.

“Oi, Y/N drink this!” Sam said handing you a drink that tasted like pure piss. It was about 80 percent vodka, 20 percent Red Bull.

“Fuckin hell.” You cringed as you gulped down the drink making the twins laugh. You greeted Grace with a hug and then Harrison came down the stairs. “Hey man.” You hugged him.

“Listen, I’m just gonna go to the toilet, and then we’ll go yeah.” You said as you walked up the stairs. Grace and Harrison were giggling about something and the twins were too busy taking selfie’s so you were basically talking to yourself.

You were just about to round the corner when a large, hard, and wet body smacked right into you, sending you to the ground. It was Tom. He’d just come out of the shower and the damp, white towel wrapped around his waist had fallen to the ground, revealing everything to you. Yours and his eyes widened like saucers as he realised what was happening.

“Fuck!” He whispered as he scrambled for the towel to cover himself.

It all happened so fast that by the time you jumped to your feet, he had already sunken off to his bedroom.

You stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, completely in shock. You just saw Toms... everything.

Yikes.

A few minutes later you heard Sam drunkenly yell from down stairs. “Y/N! Let’s fuckin’ go!”

You quickly checked your hair and makeup and walked down the stairs to see everyone waiting on you. Including Tom.

This was gonna be a long night.

The first pub in the list was The Grey Horse. It was close enough to walk so you and the others set out. Harrison and Harry were laughing about something to themselves, Sam was chatting on the phone to his girlfriend about the plans for the night and Tom was just wondering along by himself, seemingly deep in thought.

The pub was fairly empty when you arrived. The band was still setting up doing sound check and their was a small group of guys playing pool.

Everyone order there drinks and walked over to a table except you. You stayed at the bar whilst the bartender poured you and extra shot that you downed immediately.

“You good?” Grace asked beside you, startling you.

“Bathroom. Now.” You said dragging Grace by the arm towards the bathroom.

Tom saw this and figured you were telling her about what happened. Yay. This was the worst.

“What?” Grace asked.

“I saw Tom.” You blurted out with side eyes.

“You saw Tom...?” Grace repeated, not understanding where you were going with this.

Instead saying it and dying of embarrassment, you awkwardly gestured to your nether region with a cringed look on your face.

Graces eyes followed your hands and then widened in realisation.

“No!” She gasped and starting laughing, making you want to crawl into a hole. “How?”

“I ran into him when he came out of the shower and his towel fell off.” You mumbled.

At this point, Grace burst out in laughter.

“Was it big?” She asked, half teasing you. You told about the time you used to like him years ago so she was definitely having fun with this. She’d probably even up telling Harrison later if Tom didn’t.

“Stop!” You cringed, putting your hands over your face.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. How did you react?” “He ran off before I could even say sorry.”

“I don’t know what to do.” You mumbled. “This is the worst.”

Grace squinted her eyes at you. “Do you... like him again?”

You were about to say absolutely not but nothing came out. Did you like him again? Did you ever stop liking him? You’d never really thought about recently.

You let out a defeated sigh and nearly collapsed from the embarrassment.

“Oh Y/N.” Grace cooed as she hugged you. “Come on, let’s get drunk and deal with this tomorrow, yeah?”

“Okay.”

You walked out of the bathroom and back towards the tables. Grace sat down next to Harrison and you next to her. Tom was sitting directly across from you.

“Where’d you two go?” Harrison asked as the two of you sat down. You looked up clocked eyes with Tom, immediately shooting your head down.

“Just the bathroom.” Grace smiled sweetly.

You eventually ordered drink after drink and then shot after shot, and eventually becoming extremely drunk. You and grace were sat at the table, huddled up together, eating cheese and onion crisps, absolutely wasted.

The boys were up and playing pool so you and Grace could talk freely.

“What am I even meant to say to him? Hey Tom, nice cock?” You slurred your words slightly.

Grace started laughing and so did you. This caught Toms attention. He liked the sound of your laugh.

With Tom being distracted, he didn’t take his shot. “It’s your turn, dickhead!” Harrison laughed. Tom cleared his throat and quickly took his shot, ultimately losing the game as being too distracted the whole time.

“Jeez you suck.” Harry laughed as they put their pool cues down and walked back over to the table.

“What are you two laughing at?” Harrison asked. Toms ears grew hot as he imagined they’d be laughing at him accidentally flashing his pork sword right in Y/N’s face.

“Nothing.” You said awkwardly as you downed the rest of your drink.

The night progressed on and you’d decided on going to the next pub. The Willoughby Arms.

Sam had decided to disappear early as his girlfriend wasn’t very happy. “Listen, if I don’t go now I might not have one tomorrow.” He complained as he necked his beer and ran out the door.

You’d arrived at the Willoughby Arms at almost 11 and the place was close to being packed.

The drinks flowed and pretty soon Harry was chatting up some girl he’d met and it looked like he was keen to leave with her. He whispered something in Harrison’s ear causing Harrison to smirk and then he left with the girl in toe. Not before sending you a cheeky wink for good measure of course.

So it just left you, Grace, Harrison and Tom.

Then Grace had a rather devious idea of her own. She started kissing Harrison’s ear and whispering something. It was kind of grossing you out until you realised what she was doing.

Harrison awkwardly cleared his throat as held Grace close. “Hey listen, we’re gonna head out too.” He said eagerly.

Tom silently cursed and seemed to understand it was just gonna you and him for the remainder of the night.

You subtly grabbed Grace’s wrist and whisper yelled at her. “The fuck is this?” You said wide eyed.

“Have fun.” She replied as she gave you a cheeky smile, walking out the door with Harrison hot on her heal.

You awkwardly turned to Tom and see him already watching you.

“So...” you began, not really knowing what to say. “Another drink?”

In the fifteen years you’d known him, you’d never run out of things to say. You’d always have something to talk about or laugh about and this was definitely painful.

“Sure.”

You and Tom ordered shots and made awkward small talk until eventually you both became so drunk that the conversation flowed like it normally would.

“Are you kidding? Spider-Man is not that strong!” You laughed.

“Yes he is! It’s comic facts!” Tom laughed back.

Honestly you didn’t even remember what you’d been talking about but you were glad to be somewhat back to normal with him.

“Alright, last one and than everyone’s out of here.” The bartender said to you as he placed two pints on the bar. You hadn’t even realised how late it had gotten. It was 3:30 am.

After you and Tom downed your pints as fast as possible, you’d decided it was time for kebabs and bed.

You both stumbled down the streets of London, tripping and giggling the whole way there.

“I missed this.” You practically moaned, closing your eyes under the washed out neon lights of the 24 hour kebab shop.

Tom looked at you through tired eyes as you leaned your head against the cold tiles. You looked beautiful, he thought to himself.

“I missed you.” He mumbled, smiling at you. You couldn’t help but laugh. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the fact that you’d seen more of him than you ever thought you would.

He laughed as well. “Let’s go to sleep.”

You both stumbled up to the front door of Tom’s parents house, nearly breaking several pot plants in the process, and shushed him as you opened the door.

You both tried to keep quiet as you stumbled in and turned to face each other. An overwhelming amount of confidence washed over you and you placed your hands on Tom’s shoulders and planted a firm kiss on his lips.

Tom didn’t really react but you didn’t blame him. It probably felt like kissing his sister.

“That was weird.” You said as you pulled away. Sure, it was weird kissing Tom for the first time but you didn’t hate it.

“Yeah.. it was.” Tom mumbled back, processing the kiss in his mind.

“Well, bedtime!” You beamed, almost awkwardly, stepping away from Tom. You were about the walk to the guest room or Harry’s room to sleep in but felt yourself being pulled into Tom’s bedroom.

Tom kissed you as he tried to kick off his shoes, stumbling around in the process. Once they were off, he was pulling your body into his and weaving a hand through your hair.

You both fell on the bed as Tom kissed your jaw and down your neck.

“This is weird, isn’t it?” Tom asked in between breaths.

“Yeah, of kind.” You almost moaned.

It all happened so fast and the next thing you knew, you were waking up with a pounding headache and some fluffy brown hair tickling your face.

You opened your eyes to the blinding sun coming through the curtains and looked around. Tom’s room?

Oh fuck.

Tom’s bedroom.

Tom’s bed.

You were in Tom’s bed.

By process of elimination, you figured the curly brown hair belonged to Tom.

You awkwardly and as quietly as possible tried to sneak out of the bed and locate your clothes from last night and put them back on

You were too busy trying to lace up your shoes that you didn’t realise Tom had stirred in his sleep and rolled over. You looked up and noticed how peaceful he looked. You almost felt bad for running out like this but then you thought you wouldn’t be caught dead facing the humiliation of this whole situation.

You slipped out of the bedroom and tiptoes down the stairs and into the kitchen as you dialled Grace’s number.

“Mm hello?” She groggily answered the phone, probably having just woken up.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” You whispered yelled, trying not to wake anyone in the house.

“You’ll have to be more specific.” Grace giggled. You could tell she had a shit eating smirk on her face.

“What was your plan Huh? Make Tom and I hang out alone and see where that leads us?” You shrieked.

“Well actually, I was just hoping that you’d talk...” Grace paused, “why?”

You thought about not telling her for a second. You thought that maybe you could not tell anyone, dye your hair black and move to another country and forget the only thing. Although you didn’t want to do that. You kind of didn’t really regret what happened last night.

“We slept together.” You mumbled softly. There was long pause on the other end until you heard Grace speak again.

“Oh, my god.” She didn’t even know what to say. Just as you were about to respond, you heard the wooden floorboard creak behind you. You turned around to see a sleepy, shirtless Tom standing at the bottom of the stairs ruffling up his morning hair. Or sex hair. You quickly pressed the hang up bottom and slipped your phone back into your pocket.

“Hey.” He said awkwardly.

“Hi.” You replied back making the silence even more uncomfortable.

“Last night was...” you started.

“Unexpected?” He finished for you.

“Yeah.” You breathed out and stood there awkwardly. Tom gulped and averted his eyes, not really knowing where to look or what to do with his hands.

“You wanna get something to eat?” Tom asked you timidly. In all the years that you’d known Tom, you’d known that he was never one to stay and cuddle with his hookups. Sure, there weren’t that many but over the years, every girl that wasn’t a girlfriend was just a one night stand. He’d certainly never ask them to get breakfast the next morning. Maybe it was because he knew you so well or because maybe somewhere deep down he wanted you to stay with him longer. Either way, relief washed over you. You gave a small and sheepish smile.

“Breakfast sounds good.”

the familiar scent of peppermint (theo nott x reader)

A/N: THIS IS A COLLAB WITH @fromashescomephoenixes GO CHECK HER OUT! SHES TOTALLY AWESOME!

“Morning, sister dearest.” Draco smiled at me as I sat next to him, my seat in the Great Hall vacant.

“I don’t want to hear it. Where’s Theo?” I paused. “And Blaise?” I held my breath for a long moment as Draco regarded me, and I held his gaze.

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Plank All Over Me - 72 Questions With Vogue Edition

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

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“Hi. I’m here from Vogue. Mind if I ask you a few questions?”

“Oh, hey. Didn’t see you there.” You flirtatiously flipped your perfectly curled hair over your shoulder and winked at the camera. “Come on in.”

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