Regulus Black X Fem!reader - Tumblr Posts

idk if you take requestss butt could you do regulus black x reader? i'm wondering how make out with him will be 👀

Im sorry its kina short and angsty

The soft glow of the fireplace illuminates the whole room. Breathy sighs and laughs escape from the two young teenagers that are hidden beneath the covers trying to escape their reality. Regulus is soft and gentle as he runs them along the slopes of her body. His safe place. The news of the war reached them a few hours ago. Voldemort has already ordered his ranks to attack Diagon Ally the following morning. Regulus has to be among them and yet all he could think about was to rush back to her. Back to his home.

He found her where she usually was. On the couch curled up in a fluffy blanket watching a movie being too restless to read a book. Once his eyes fell upon her, he threw himself on top of her and kissed her as if she was the only thing keeping him alive. Tearing their clothes and carrying her bridal style on their bed. He delivered her one orgasm after the other feeling the need to take out all his frustration on her and she gladly accepted it. Now the afterglow and the look of bliss that portraited her face was his only saving grace. He held her in his arms trying to protect her from everything that was against their love. The world's of his mother flashed bitterly in his mind.

Who will ever love you, the way you are?

She did, mother, he wanted to say. She still does, but not for long. Not after she realizes what I am planning to do but I have to … I have to protect her, I need her to be happy and that can only happen when she will be safe and the war is over.

Such thoughts flooded his head as he tried to memorise every inch of her. He had made his decision. He held her close against his chest, letting her hear his frantic heartbeat and feel his breath fan her face, lulling her to sleep.

He waited and waited and waited to find the courage to dispatch himself from her warm and loving embrace but could not find the strength to do it. She was everything to him. She always will be.

After long hours that felt like mere minutes, he got out of bed, covered her with the duvet and placed a soft kiss on her forehead mouthing "I do it for you, my love". He left the letter he wrote over two months ago and placed his locket in his throat, the one that had a picture of her caught mid laughter, when her eyes lit up and scrunched slightly from how much her happiness could overtake her whole face. He exited their room quietly, shooting one last glance at her, the love of his life, while she slept peacefully oblivious, not knowing what was going to happen. He apparted to his pre arranged meeting place with his dutiful elf, Kreacher.

"Are you ready, Master Regulus?" He asked with a screechy voice.

"As ready as I ever will be."

couldn't find any regulus black stuff on your blog, so maybe just some a fluffy fic with fem!reader?... feel free to ignore ❤️

I think I have posted a while back an angsty Regulus fic, this will possibly be my last marauders request. I have lost the spark you know... this is mostly fluff with an angsty twist because I am that girl, ya know...

WARNINGS: fem!reader, pureblood reader, messy sad thoughts, male pov but in a good way

Focus. Focus. Focus.

Don't look. She is here. Do not give away yourself. Not in front of mother. God they will eat me alive, if they could.

His thoughts were a cheerful bundle, a tangled mess that couldn't right itself. The news dropped on him like a bomb, his house a new battlefield, not that it wasn't regularly one, but this time it was horrendous and brutal. It has been approximately two months since Sirius left and got disowned, two months since he became the heir of the honorable house of Black. It was all rubbish.

Sirius had been a model of an heir. He was sociable, multilingual, could stand mother's cruel actions because deep down he was a mama's boy to the bone.

He desperately missed him.

When he was there, he had an ally, someone he looked up to, a friend, a protector, a brother. But apparently he wasn't enough for him to stay. His new Gryffindor friends were his new family.

Now he had to be the perfect son, to withstand Riddle's tortures and jabs, the constant criticism, his new engagement and above all else the constant loneliness.

A knock drew him out of his downward spiral and he opened his window looking up to the dangling figure that grinned at him.

"Are you coming or what?" Her voice was teasing and he felt himself become lighter, as if a huge burden lifted of his shoulders. His wife to be just happened to be his best friend, the only sliver of sunshine he could find in his grey clouded life. They loved each other, strictly plantonically, or maybe not on his part, but he knew that with her on his side his days would be slightly better.

They climbed up the jaded stones, just like they did when they were kids, heading for the roof where slowly but steadily they moved pillows and made their own secret fort.

In front of the others she was the proper image of a highborn lady, with her pureblooded, that was why they had chosen her to be his wife.

They couldn't be more wrong.

She was the most spirited person he had come to know, her radical opinions on several subjects and her thirst for knowledge and muggle invensions were like a breath of fresh air and they were going to be the death of him, if anyone found out. He was to be her lord husband and if she did something out of place, it was his fault. But there was no way controlling her and that was the reason he was so surprised when the announcement of his engagement echoed in the large breakfast table which was consisted just from him and his parents. He had stood gaping at them for the entirenty of two minutes gaping as a fish.

When he asked her about it, she just shrugged and said better you then anyone else, you I can love with time and I like you already, we shall be happy, and I know you too well to know that you will never deprive me of my freedom or try to control me like anyone else. Mother says it is the perfect match and she is right. I never expected a love match or anything such, but with you I can find love.

His heart had both clenged with sadness and fluttered with love. She had been right after all. It had merely been a month of them spending more time together romantically and he was already head over heels for her, his once time schoolboy crush was the being that consumed, his every waking moment and his every thought. People said marry your best friend and you shall find happiness, and Merlin were they right. He was happy already.

They could never kiss and he couldn't care. If he could hold her the way he did now and gaze at the stars, her head on his chest, his fingers woven in her hair. This was a piece of heaven reserved just for him.

He didn't need anything else, just this. The two of them a unit and close, together. Waking and sleeping in her arms, in their bed. If he were to die right this instant, he would die a happy man. Her light snores filled with ear as the air howled around them. Once he had done the mistake to tell her that she snores in her sleep and before he could claim that he found it endearing he had ended up with donkey ears and bright pink clothes, receiving a stink eye from her for five hours, until she come back to him and demanded they go to the Great Hall together for dinner because she didn't want to eat alone. He knew that the moment he found such a mundane thing so endearing he was a goner and fortunately for him there was no way back.

words: God knows not me, said I, not a religious person