Harry As A Husband This Is So Good,I’m Definitely Doing A One Shot On This Style But Maybe Without

Someone better (Harry x reader)

Warnings:I think none expect a little bit of insecurities and talking about body and bit of bullying and mentions of sexual things towards the end but other than that is pure fluffy.

Notes:I just wanna say,I don’t hate Cho I just had put someone there and she was the one who would fit better

Sinopse:Y/n feels tired and like she’s not enough and that her boyfriend,Harry,could do so much better só Harry helps her realise that she is perfect the way she is.

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One more day you woke up with the same feeling that make you not want to get out of the bed.The feeling that everthing that you do is worng and you always ruin everthing.

The feeling of not being enough.

“Y/N!” Harry called you taking you out of your thoughts,he was looking at you with a worried face “What happend?”

The commom room was empty,everyone went to their classes.

“Sorry i was…distract”You forced a smile and tried to look confidente to face him.

You and Harry have been dating since the end of the last year (now you are on your fifth year),you should be more comfortable on talking to him about your frustrations but....

“Come on,we are going to be late for the class of DA...Got distract again?”He tried to sound natural but he knew something was off. “You know you can tell me anything,right?” he put his hand on your cheek and smiled at you,in that moment you bit you lip to hold your tears.

“What would someone like him be with someone like me?” you thought.

You felt like the only thing you were supposed to do in life is exist and nothing else.

''You don't need to come if you don't want to,it's fine'' Harry said but for you it sounded like he said “Please go Away,I don't need you here”

Frustrated you went to class and sat in chair that there was there(Where anybody could see you),wishing to just vanish from the face of the Earth.

Part of you wanted to believe in Harry's love for you,but the other part insisted on saying that you were nothing but a dead weight.

What did you have to make him feel attracted to him?Neither you were capable to love yourself,how could you be so sure that he loved you?

You stoped thinking about it,realizing of how ridiculous you were being,he would be with you if he didn't love you,right?

Or he was just out of options?

“Stop with that” You said to yourself,feeling that your problems were going to make you go mad.

“He loves you” one part of your mind said and the other said ''Love what?''

“You made him happy or was he just pretending?''

You were Funny,smart,pretty and got nice skin...right?. “Did you really think that?”

He wanted your love.''From someone like you,for what?''

You put your arms around your legs and put your hands over your ears even though you knew the sounds weren’t coming from the class and yes from your own mind.

“Enough,please” you asked yourself quietly muffling your hiccups,looking at the ground.

So you hear screams of celebration and hapiness coming from a little far from you making you remember the class.

“Your stupid”Someone said while something hit your back and you hit the floor.

“Stop with that Cho”Harry screamed,getting closer to quickly.

With you head down,hoping you messy hair would hide you red face from your disgrace, you sit on the floor and then you realise the amount of people around of you to watch your deplorable state.

“Aren't you going to do somethig?you just sit there,you are doing nothing,literally NOTHING!” Cho's voice seemed to be in your head,up and clear,while the another seemed muffled and distant.

“It's the third class she come and do nothing,of all the students I have ever seen,your girlfriend is the most useless!”said Cho getting closer to you with each word.

That hit you like a rock really deep,making you shrug your shoulders,you were a shame for Harry too,you get up even feeling a little disoriented,a walked to you room.

Harry propraly would have lose his temper and punched Cho right in that moment if wans't for the fact you ran away crying.In that moment he forgot of Cho’s existence and ran after you.

It's been a while since he notice that you ditance yourself from him, the vague look and distant thoughts when you were with him,didn't go unnoticed.He wanted to know what happend and resolve it himself,but at the same time he didn't want to sound indelicated or underestimate you.

You were a Strong women and he knew that better than everyone else,so seeing you like that made he worried.

He looked for you everywhere but couldn’t find you.

The worry began to be replaced by despair.It was almost curfew time and he didn't have find you yet and he knew he couldn't sleep until he knew you were ok.

He was going to his dorm to take his cloak and the map but he decide to look at your dorm,when he walked in he saw you sitting infront of your bed with you arms around your legs crying.

“Y/N” He hesitated seeing you shrink more with the sound of his voice.He sat beside you and wraped his arms around you in a attempt to say ''I am here''.

“I'm so...so sorry”You said,not turning to look at him.

“it was just one class,Cho is just stupid for saying that stuff”he said trying to convince you that everything was okay.

You didn't answer and it only made him more agonized.

“Why me?”He was already confuse,this question made him even more confuse “I'm sure you could have someone better,so why?”

“Wait,wait...what?”for a second he thought it was a joke but hen he saw you tears.

“It's just...I wanted to be someone better,prettier for you and...you know do something right for once and be useful for once,i'm not worth it” you said trying to hide you even more with your hands.

Every word hurt him more than someone telling him he was a liar.

“Hey,look at me” you didn't look “come on Y/N...look at me” you didn't look at him because you didn't want to face him,so he took your chin and lifted it up until your eyes met “Listen to me” he put his hands on your cheeks “You are perfect for me,ok?i mean...come here

You didn't have time to formulate the next sentence,Harry pushed his body against yours and you felt the mattress on your back.

“I love when you implies me for the idiocy that I do”he kissed you before you could anwser.

“i love when you're late for breakfast so you just go in pajamas to the great hall” he kissed you again and you wanted to punch him for remembering you about that and at the same time you were blushing.

“i love touching you”for completing the next kiss,you felt his hand under your shirt and in that moment you realized that your thoughts were complety wrong.

“I love your perfume” then he started kissing your neck.

“Harry...”when he heard that he laughed a little bit so he stopped to stare at you smiling.

“I love when you say my name too”he stopped at the closure of your bra, lifting his body to look you up and down”I love every part of you,Y/N” and then kissed you again.

The kiss was getting more intense slowly and then you realize where this was going to go,and could you resist this?no.

The problem was that the boy stoped everything and smiled at you and kissed your cheek,then he layed down and started cuddling you.

You turned to the boy who caressed your waist and looked at him with a face like “really?”

“What we’re in school,you know that”he said grinning up at you.

“Now that you started,you are going to finish it,Harry James Potter”he laughed and cradled his face in the curve of your neck.

“We have a lot of time for that,Y/N,i will never leave your side”

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Impressive

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Pairing: Harry Potter x GN!reader

Content: Fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Harry "The Chosen One" Potter tries to impress a person of interest.

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“Hi.”

“Hi?”

The boy standing above me held both the arrogant air of a rich kid and the awkwardness of an only child who didn’t get a lot of social interaction at a young age. It was a jarring mixture, leaving me a bit less guarded than before. The April edition of Seeker Weekly dropped closer to the table. I was beginning to wonder whether or not the conversation was going to continue or if he was just going to stare down at me.

“Do- do you need something?”

The boy cleared his throat, ruffling dark curly hair with a hand before refocusing on my face. “I’m Harry. Harry Potter.”

I wasn’t exactly sure why he felt the need to give his full name, as if seeing him wasn’t enough recognition. Apparently my long pause before reciprocating made him escalate the introduction. I didn’t even have a chance to offer my own name before he was speaking again.

“The, uh, chosen one?”

“Is that supposed to impress me?” The abrupt snicker and cutting sarcasm that slipped past my lips came off colder than intended. I watched as an array of emotions mingled behind his glasses before settling on a frustrated embarrassment.

“Well, yes actually,” He sassed to himself.

A clear laugh escaped my lips. I felt guilty, seeing the boy’s cheeks flare a bit brighter. “Maybe I think there are more important things than having a hard life forced upon you.” I shrugged, noticing the thought weave through the boy’s mind. His head tilted to the side, making him look a bit like a puppy. The comparison brought a smile to my face. “Or maybe I just think it’s a really lame pick-up tactic.”

To this he blushed once again, but laughter followed it. I nudged the empty chair across from me with my foot. With ease he dropped into it, rubbing his scar with a pinched expression. “Is it really that bad?”

“Awful. I hate to break it to you, but the whole using your full name to seem suave or important only works for James Bond,” I giggled, leaning forward onto my elbows.

“James Bond? Why is that name familiar? Is he in our year?” Harry asked.

My laugh joined the jovial echoes of The Three Broomsticks, barely drawing a glance as the other tables got louder in response. To my surprise, a waitress came by with full mugs, frothy foam nearly spilling over the sides. Harry seemed to realize the laughs weren’t at his expense, but due in part to his boyish charm and genuine confusion. A soft smile rested on his face. It pushed a sigh out of my lungs. Completely shocked by my own response, I took a sip from my fresh drink, thankful for something to hide behind.

“You can’t just leave me hanging,” Harry chuckled. Then he added, with a snarky tease, “Don’t tell me that’s what they call you?”

“Sorry to disappoint, but I am not in fact a muggle international super spy,” I shook my head slowly.

“My aunt! Of course. She loves those movies. She likes how posh the spy is,” Realization dawned on the boy’s face. Smiles lingered on our faces, the conversation drifting into silence in the busy pub. Thoughts swirled through my mind, mimicking the patterns my fingers lazily drew through the condensation on the glass. Above all, I continued to wonder what famous Harry Potter was doing sitting across from me. There wasn’t a test coming up, so notes weren’t his goal. From what I understood, he had all the friends and academic help he could want. No clear reason came to mind. And it was famous Harry Potter. There had to be some reason he’d waste time talking to me.

“Heh, I, um… I don’t suppose muggle action movies are why you came over here…” I began, feeling completely unsure of myself, “So, what can I help you with?”

I was acutely aware of the twitch in his expression. I wasn’t sure what I’d just shattered, but a clear crack went through the boy’s resolve. His green eyes suddenly full of disappointment. The awkward nature of the exchange seeped into the air and I jumped forward with the conversation, unwilling to let him feel any sort of negative emotion on my behalf.

“I just mean that, it’s unlikely for you of all people to waste your time talking to me. And I doubt you wanted to chat about muggle films. So unless you came over here just to impress me, which-”

“And what if I did?”

My head popped up. I’d experienced the sass of Harry Potter multiple times, covering my laughs in order to avoid detention from Snape or Umbridge. However, this was something else. Akin to sass but much smoother than his usual biting tone. An immediate blush took over my face as he smiled at me over his cup. A new smile I’d never seen; cheeky and charming. I wasn’t sure what to do with him or myself. It was as if I’d short circuited. But as soon as he began snickering, furthering my embarrassment, I seemed to come back to myself.

“Did a pretty shit job then,” I smirked, taking another drawl of the butterbeer. He laughed, nearly spewing butterbeer out of his nose. Soon the two of us were nearly collapsed on the table, consumed in our laughter and unable to look at one another without cackling again. It took many deep breaths and quick glances to steady ourselves. My fingers flicked mindlessly between the pages of Seeker Weekly laying forgotten on the table.

“So besides my shit job at impressing you, how is this going?” Harry nervously finished off his drink.

“Depends. If your goal was only to impress me, I’d say it’s a Dreadful, boarding on Troll.” The corners of my mouth never downturned as I spoke, “But, say your goal was to talk to me and make a path towards actually impressing me… well, you’re in Exceeds Expectations range. Could be an O.”

Harry took a moment to think, hand running through messy curls. His eyes flicked around the room and down to the table before looking back up at me. A mischievous glint stole the thoughts from my mind. I was nearly struck dumb as a wide grin spread across his face.

“Have you ever ridden a Firebolt?”

“You’ve done it Potter. Outstanding.”

“So I take it, you'd like to go for a ride?”

“Well I can’t let ‘chosen one’ Harry Potter fail at his mission to impress me.”

Oh man this was perfect ahhh

Shared secrets, sweaters, and sweet liquor (1.6k)

summary: autumn arrives at hogwarts, regulus and reader make the most of their final year there by sharing sweaters, secrets, and sweet liquor.

warnings: drinking

pairing: regulus black x fem!reader

a/n: managed to write this because i had a really empty day today!! Hope you enjoy it, likes n reblogs r appreciated xxx

You set down the fork after taking the last piece of pie on your plate. In front of you sat Regulus Black with a toothless grin, a grin that's been on his face since the beginning of the feast. You couldn't help but light up at the thought of another of his mischievous endeavors. 

"What is it, Black? You've been grinning since this feast started. Got something good on your mind?" 

He only chuckled a little, pushing his plate in front of him to signal that he was done eating. "Later, after we finish.' He waved off, "Wait for me in the common room an hour after curfew."

Your cheeks grew warmer as you bit your lips and stared at him. His dark hair resting neatly on his forehead and his cheeks growing warmer himself.

It felt so easy with Regulus, and you wanted to keep doing this over and over again. The past seven years in Hogwarts running through your mind. Nostalgia peering around the corner as you replay the memories of you two, it had been so many wonderful years with him.

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It was later at night did your friends greet you goodbye, retiring to their own dorms as you stayed put in front of the fireplace. Regulus should be there any minute now, he'd promised to come down later after his dorm mates had gone to sleep. 

You spent a few minutes there alone only curling up with your blanket, tucking your socked feet to the corner of the small loveseat. 

A quiet patter of footsteps caught your ear then, smiling as you turned your head behind and saw Regulus with a sweater in his hands. "Sorry, Barty was cleaning up a little late." He offered a pity smile as he walked closer to you and dropped his body on the leather loveseat. 

"No problem at all.' You smiled shyly as his thigh touched your feet. You took it as a sign to move your leg and make space for him. Your legs ended up propped on the small table in front of you. 'So, what was so exciting you wanted me here alone?" 

Regulus hummed a quick tune, moving closer to you and mirroring your position as well. "Remember the party my parents had last summer? The time I went back home." You nodded at him, eyes never leaving his face.

"Oh yes. I highly remember your annoying letters waiting for me in my dorm." You recalled the memory to your brain. It felt so long ago, the time where Regulus sent you countless letters. Miss you, it contained—you flushed slightly at his sign off. But most of the letters were him complaining about the new robes his parents got for him, and of the girls he had to charm his way for marriage. Oh, you turned green just a little at that part of the letter. 

"Well it turned out that there was something good that came of it after all." He grinned even wider. Now his hands went to the sweater and lifted a part of it to reveal a medium sized bottle of liquor.

"No!" You laughed with surprise, Regulus quickly shushing you with a panicked expression. "No!' The words turning to a whisper 'How? I thought the cabinet was so well guarded." You let our a surprised chuckle and he just shook his head.

"Well it was. But I managed to figure out the spell to open it." Regulus quickly handed the bottle over to you, leaned back casually and watched as you uncapped the cap.

"Oh Reg, you just made this night so much better. And here I was thinking you just couldn't wait to spend time with me." 

He chuckled, "I can never wait to spend time with you Y/n. You know that." Both of you flushed at the same time the words were out of his mouth. 

Your laugh came out nervously as you bought the bottle close to your lips and took a long sip. Then you handed the bottle over to Regulus and pointed to the sweater, "This for me?" You asked as he took a sip of the sweet liquor. 

"Oh yeah, I know how cold you get what we stay here at night." He said so casually. So fucking casually. And yet those words meant so much to you. It meant that he knew you so well— of course he did. You spent the last seven years being glued to each other. 

But it was different. Regulus thought of you; thought of how you wore so many layers and warm up in front of the fireplace but still get so cold. It was as if someone had tattooed it inside his brain permanently. He knew you. And you knew him. And you loved him for it, you've always loved him so hard for it. 

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It didn't take long for the bottle to quickly run out of content. At this point you were already laughing loudly and Regulus was rushing to your side, finger to your lips and voice in a whisper "Yn, Y/n. Be quiet, Merlin. Someone will catch us here." He said so seriously. 

Regulus had changed his position, his upper body now placed atop your legs. You welcomed him with open arms, loving the weight of his body on you. You laughed again as your hands came to fluff up his dark hair. Once neat was already so mussed up. But you thought he looked so pretty that way. So pretty if he let everyone see how he acted around you.  

One second you were silent, then you were both laughing at each other. Then he was shifting his body, slotting his body between your legs. His face upturned so that it was near yours, and you leaned down to him; not seeming to get enough of his beautiful grey eyes. Your faces so close, cheeks so flushed, tears even nearly escaping at the amount of laughter you've both let out.

"How— how strong is this stuff, Reg?" You hiccup, covering your mouth as your cheeks flush again with embarrassment. 

He shrugged while a chortle could be heard, "I don't really know Y/n, I think it may be stronger than— than I thought." He laughed immediately after. "Oh Merlin, this will hurt tomorrow." 

You snickered at him, the soft plane of your palm cupping his cheek. "Really? I wouldn't know, I've never been this drunk." Regulus pushed his face closer to your hand. He loved the feeling of your hands on his face, your fingertips caressing his cheeks lightly. He tried to hold in the urge to close the distance between you two and just plant his lips on yours.

"I'll take care of you." He whispers so softly you wouldn't have heard it if the laughter wasn't suppressed. "Al—' he hiccups, 'always."

You've never been this red before, cheeks so warm. His words made all the butterflies swarm in your pit. You lift your palm from the place it held on his cheek to swipe the hair that had flopped down to his forehead now.

"Can I share a secret with you?" You asked with your voice so low. Regulus thought right then that it was his time to die. He'd die after hearing how soft your voice was, how gentle and how lovely you looked right now.

Regulus was suddenly hyper aware of how good you looked in his giant sweater, the ends met your thigh and the sleeves touched your fingertips. It looked so big on you, it did on him too because of how lanky he was built. But he thought that you looked so much better than him in that sweater. 

He blanked out for a while until you tapped his head, "Reg, you there?" He nods once and you clear your throat.

"Alright. Here goes … uh— I actually …' you took a small breath and pushed more black hair behind his ear. "I'm actually crazy for you." 

Regulus looked up, eyes wide. Your heart was pounding as he opened his mouth and shut it again, not sure what to say. "It would be nice if you said something, you know?" You say playfully. All while he was still staring at you, not believing his ears for one second.

"I— you …" He stuttered out, you thought it was adorable how red and wide eyed he became at your words. Another laugh escaped your lips and he was undone. "Y/n …, I've been— Well I've been trying to figure out how to say that to you since we've met, you know that?" He says so easily, occasionally hiccups and trampling over his words. "And I'm so glad, I mean so glad you said that because I— Merlin I …"

Your hands stopped messing with his hair and instead cupped his cheeks. You leaned your face down, hair spilling over your head and grazing Regulus' forehead. You were positioned a head above him so you could see his face clearly now. 

"Would it just be easier if I just kissed you?" 

Regulus flushed, cleared his throat and then, "Please." 

You closed the gap between the two of you almost immediately. The room felt so hot now that you were so close to him, so warm against him. Your lips moved in sync, both dancing and breathing each other's scent at the same time. 

Your hands were all over his hair, never seeming to get enough of the black kinks. He smiles in the middle of the kiss, his heart leaping just a little when you pull back for a huff of air. 

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Omg thank you for 11 followers <3

Ok this is my first post,so I will repost imagines of regulus and Harry here because I love them but I will also post my own one shots here,I have wattpad too it’s the same @ so yeah

i'm new with you | r.b

regulus x gn!reader

requested by anon where you and regulus stays at hogwarts over xmas and get to know each other

warnings; brief mentions of food, Regulus' parents being shite as usual

word count; 1400+

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Regulus was not used to staying at Hogwarts over the Christmas period. He was unsure of the feelings that circled through his foggied mind, and he began to wonder if he was not happier away from them than he was close to them.

All his life he’d sought their approval, and yet it never seemed to be enough for his family. They would accept nothing less than the best, as they would always remind him, which left him slowly coming to terms with his normality, the ordinary that passed by life at his side. What was the use in wishing to be more than he could ever be? The false sense of superiority the Noble House of Black gripped with such fervour led them to believe they were entitled to greatness, owed some sort of reward for circumstances in which they had no control over. But he did not believe in such falsities.

Regulus was tired. His skin was dry and stretched from trying to make way for a new person to inhabit it, someone far more impressive than he was or would ever be. But it was his skin, his heart and his brain, and he was done giving it up to a version of him that would never be worthy of it.

As he walked through the halls of the school he’d finally accepted as home, he smiled softly to himself in the new found tranquillity he had granted himself to enjoy. Occasionally, a professor would greet him in the halls with a small look of pity, unbeknownst to his gratitude for being allowed to stay. There were not many students however, at least none that he recognised, but he was not so afflicted by this, for he had now the time to get to know himself for who he really was.

He thought this learning was to commence over dinner, but it seemed that was not to be the case. He was accompanied by another in his year who had smiled brightly upon seeing a familiar face in the Great Hall. He was not disappointed to have company, as he thought he might have been, and he waved them over silently.

You didn’t know Regulus well, but you knew him well enough not to be confused by his offer. In the few lessons you shared together, you were often given seats in close proximity and had the pleasure of exchanging conversation with one another, even eliciting laughs from each other that needed to be stifled in the company of your professors. Sitting down beside him, you smiled warmly and asked him why he was not to go home this year. Regulus answered truthfully–his parents did not wish for his presence–he almost said it with pride.

“That’s terrible, I’m sorry,” you said with a frown, wondering what sort of parents would say that to their own child.

“I’m not,” he said earnestly, which made the prospect a little less sorrowful.

“Can you believe Christmas has come so quickly? I can hardly stand it,” you laughed, taking bits and pieces from the middle of the table for your plate.

“It came around fast,” he agreed, “But I like this time of year, so I don’t mind.”

“Oh, it’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just a horrid reminder of time. I always feel as if I’ve done nothing all year when it gets to Christmas,” you confessed with a smile, though you were telling a truth that weighed heavier than you cared to admit.

“I think there’s too much pressure on what we should do and in what amount of time. Even if you only read a book you wanted to this year, or perfected a recipe, or climbed Mount Everest, they’re all achievements. Yours and mine shouldn’t be measured against each other,” Regulus shook his head, dissecting and burning his parents' logic.

“Well,” you scoffed, “I guess you’re right, I’ll try to look at it that way,” you promised, believing you would strive to keep that promise.

Over the next week, you and Regulus ran into each other more often than not, and soon it became purposeful. You’d meet in the library and check out your favourite books together, go on walks in the rain and sleet, hoping for snow to purify the grounds and wipe the slate clean for new mistakes to tarnish. He was especially hard not to admire when his face was reddened by the harsh wind, and the wooly hat he wore only half way down his ears. Even by the fire, there was something about the way the warm light thinned his face and made his features sharper, yet he still looked youthful and good-natured.

“It’s a shame we didn’t know each other before, I would have bought you a present,” you said softly on Christmas Eve night.

Regulus turned his head to you and smiled at the sentiment and your honesty. He never felt as if the things you said were empty, on the contrary, they were full of genuity and truth, something of which he must learn to become accustomed. Sometimes, he forgot you weren’t saying things just to say them, and often looked back at his responses with a grimace. It was nature he had learned to take every syllable with far more than a grain of salt.

“I would have gotten something for you too,” he replied, “But I’m glad I’m spending Christmas with you, I think it will be the nicest one I’ve had in a while,” he confessed, twisting his body on the sofa and lying back across your lap.

“I’m glad I get to be a part of it,” you grinned, playing with the curls in his hair, twisting them around your finger and untangling them.

Regulus’ eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensation your hands in his hair brought; it was gentle and innocent, and it made his pulse race for miles in search of something he thought only you might be able to give him. He sighed heavily, but not from exhaustion or frustration, but from the serenity in which he found himself. Though he loathed losing the feeling of your fingers tracing his locks of hair, after a few minutes, he sat up and faced you with eyes wide open. He wanted to memorise each curve and dip of your face, how the light softened it, gave it beauty which he thought not possible.

“I wish you had been part of it sooner,” he breathed unevenly, cupping your cheeks with both hands so that he might rub his thumbs across your skin, a connection of which he had only dreamt.

It was your turn now to close your eyes, perhaps out of fear. But whatever the reason, you focussed on the pads of his thumbs rubbing across your cheeks and how the palms of his hands rested over your jawline. You daren’t open your eyes, in case Regulus saw something in them that made him turn away–they often betrayed you. Instead, you placed a hand on his chest as your breath revealed small trembles, though it did not deter him, for in his breath you could hear the same. And like in a dream, his lips met yours in a delicate embrace that was sure to shatter if faced with interruption. His lips were soft, tentative, but they grew braver with the feeling of your reciprocation.

And soon, it was as if you were the oldest lovers, who had naught left to explore of each other and yet still managed to find something new and igniting. Your hands were in his hair and his were trailing down your back, up your arms and over your face, desperate to remember what it all felt like when he inevitably pulled away. When you finally came up for air, his brows were still furrowed, but upon opening his eyes, his features softened when met with yours.

“Wow,” you whispered breathlessly, drawing a laugh from Regulus, a sweeter sound than you could have imagined.

“I don’t know what to say,” he admitted after a moment, still hazy from the embrace.

“Speechless? I’ll take it,” you teased, pecking his lips before nuzzling into him.

“I’ll come up with something,” he remarked, resituating himself so you were both more comfortable, letting his arm fall over your shoulder to keep you close.

“Eventually,” you laughed, and so did he.

I am a clumsy person soooooo

Omg omg can you do regulus with a clumsy reader

yeah sure I guess, but it'll be similar to the tom one I think.

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➡ pairing : regulus black x reader.

➡ genre : fluff, humour.

➡ content/warning(s) : mentions of bruises and injuries, clumsy! reader.

➡ summary : just regulus taking care of his clumsy s/o.

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is a worried boy.

a little bit of clumsiness is understandable but everyday? yeah he kind of wants to put you on a leash ( and not in the kinky way- )

honestly offers you piggyback rides on the stairs so you don't trip and fall to your eternal doom.

knows alot of healing spells since he plays on the slytherin quidditch team.

is genuinely surprised by how clumsy you are.

"sweetheart, how do you manage to bruise yourself all over in a matter of hours?"

scared for your safety.

lots of handholding and blushing.

as time passes, it'll just be instinctual, a second nature to the two of you.

doesn't trust you alone on a broomstick.

lowkey wants to baby proof things since you keep stubbing your little toe and later on complaining about it to him.

kinda feels like a stressed mother.

is very protective of you.

kisses your injuries sometimes.

tells your friends to keep an eye on you when he's not around.

finds your clumsiness endearing.

does not trust you with certain spells and certainly keeps you away from potions work.

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UPDATE

Hi guys,I know I have been away but it’s because I had some problems at school and getting used to because I don’t have any friends and it’s kinda lonely there so I was really sad but now I’m better and I came back to writing,so if you want request and open just send me a message,I write for Druig,Harry potter,Regulus and timothee <3 also thank you for 93 followers

hi so you know this post? i was looking at all the things you were originally gonna do with it and i saw the hogsmeade with harry so i was just wondering if you could write that also with gof harry :) it’s really such a pain in the ass trying to find fics of him cuz he’s so criminally underrated </3

Going to Hogsmeade with Harry

a/n - I kinda forgot the gof part sorry bestie I really wrote this over a WHILE and didn't look at your request for a hot sec there's literally no mention of it being gof Harry😭✋

Warnings: drinks??? (butterbeer not alcohol) not sure what else???

sorry but the bestie takes forever to even ASK

doesn't matter if you are together, he's speaking to Ron at literal midnight

"Yeah, I know they'd probably say yes but would they really? 'Cause I did that really annoying thing last week and I don't know if they're holding a grudge!"

and at some point he even managed to get Ron doubtful of if you'd want to go

and they both have a mini crisis because Ron's just a little too invested in your love life after Harry has spoken about it for weeks

"Mate, to be honest, you're making me doubt them - which is odd because I've never really done that before, they obviously like you." "But do they lOVE ME enough to go with me?!?"

why's he acting like this is a proposal???

Ron has no clue but just goes along with it slightly

after a minute to pause, Ron gets the fantastic idea of going to see Hermione for help

kind of 'forgets' to tell Harry because Harry may have asked he didn't tell anyone

but Ron had kept the secret for WEEKS okay, cut him some slack

"So, if, uh, theoretically, someone with dark-ish hair and a holy scar on his forehead wanted to ask someone that he really likes to go to Hogsmeade, how would he... go about that?"

she shakes her head because girl WHAT are these boys doing

also, Ron is totally indiscreet and basically just told her over breakfast before Harry was there

and bess frenn was not quite using an indoor voice

he used a very shouty stage whisper

and now Ginny knows

and Ginny may or may not have told Neville in transfiguration

and Neville may or may not have told Cho in the greenhouse

and Cho may, okay, she definitely told Luna

who was kind of forgetful in the fact that you weren't meant to know

so, she mentions it whilst on a walk with you

"Harry wanted to take you to Hogsmeade, although now I'm not so sure. I heard about it on Monday so maybe it was a sudden impulse since he hasn't asked. What do you think?" "Well... I think I'll wait it out until he says something for now. Thanks, Luna."

okay so now she's done half his job for him

should be easy from then on, right?

wrong

and you really give him every opportunity

I mean EVERY

bestie is fumbling and you're stood there like ummm is he going to ask me out???

then one day you basically give up the pretence that you have no clue what's going on and straight up talk about it like you are already going together

"So, I'm thinking that when we go on Saturday, we should obviously go to Madam Puddifoot's because apparently she knows everyone's tea strength and milk to sugar ratio and whatever so that's really cool, and then-" "Huh? Did I ask last night because I don't really remember and I was really tired so I mean... I'm sure I would have woken right up if you had said yes though, so I'm not sure how I can't remember asking!" "Harry, you didn't. Until now, kind of, I guess. So, yes, Harry, I'll go with you to Hogsmeade and now we need to sort out where we're going. Talk later, yeah?"

woah

he's astounded

Ron hears about it in Potions through a note/several ones that have literally quoted what you said word for word

Hermione hears in Transfiguration from Harry and Ron, with the latter instantly telling her as soon as he walks up to her

now Ron and Hermione are basically Harry's therapists till Saturday

Neville is sat next to them whilst Harry's going off on a rant and has wide eyes whilst Ron and Hermione are like 'yup, this is nothing new, getting a bit bland'.

so, when Saturday comes and you wait in the Great Hall, Hermione literally runs up to you

"Take him away from us, like, now. I can't listen to any more from him and he keeps asking if his scarf is askew? Since when does he care?"

so you're off

he apologises for making you go through the tunnel to Hogsmeade and you tell him multiple times it's no problem

besides, it gives you privacy to hold hands and have him swing them whilst they're clasped together

bestie he hit your hand on the wall by accident and five minutes were spent with him asking if you were okay and examining your hand

when you finally get out of the tunnels and whatever you naturally gravitate to Madam Puddifoot's because Harry wants you to be happy with where you're going and you already mentioned it so it's the first stop

aww adorable

anyways

you and Harry swap drinks at a point even though they're meant to be tailored to you specifically not the person you're on a date with

but you swap to see what the other person likes even if you both end up pursing your lips at how sweet or not sweet the other person's is

you swap back and laugh together as you talk about practically anything

if you're a bookish person then you definitely stop by a book shop and Harry frowns as he sees an old book by Gilderoy Lockhart until you steer him away

he reads the blurb of every book you pick up because he wants to know what you like and you try to recommend books to each other

if you end up with a kinda big stack of books propped up by one arm while you look for others, he'll take half the pile no matter how many he already has

then oopsie daisy he accidentally pays for a few of them

"Harry, I could have paid myself! When do you want the money back by?" "You don't need to pay me back, Merlin knows I have enough money anyway, and you don't owe me anything, promise. If you're that worried you can pay me back whenever you want, I don't mind."

okay that earns him a hug with the bags of books looped around your arms

if you jostle a bag and he sees it has left a stripe on your arm from the handles or anything, he's taking the bag

asking first, of course

you go to the Three Broomsticks and drink butterbeer together or another drink and then try not to laugh at the froth that appears above each other's lips

"I see only one solution." "What's that?" "Obviously gotta get it off somehow." Then, he runs his thumb over your lip before saying, "Nope, don't think I got it off. Only one thing for it." Next, he's kissing you, something you eagerly return.

then a teacher walks in and since basically everyone knows Harry, basically everyone knows he's not supposed to be in Hogsmeade

you duck immediately

Harry's quizzical before he spots the teacher and drops to be under the table

he bumps his hand on the way

you facepalm before kissing his knuckles, claiming the classic 'a kiss will make it better'

he blushed before a look of disappointment crosses his face

"What is it?" you hiss from below the table, "Does it hurt more now that I did that, sorry." "No, no, it's great, never felt better! Just realised I could have done that in the tunnels. Missed opportunity." "It's never too late," you grin and raise an eyebrow, "I actually think it still stings, maybe you should return the favour, make it better." "I think I should, too." And he does, as you giggle together under the table in the Three Broomsticks on a Saturday, muffling laughs in each other's shoulders and hoping the teacher doesn't hear you.

it becomes a thing you do whenever you have free time on Saturdays and Harry isn't defeating someone or anything

after a while, Harry becomes less nervous for each date

but don't worry, they're all just as special as the first

that scene where there's snow in Hogsmeade?

yeah, you go together in winter too

you have snowball fights against Ron and Hermione

it's half so that they'll maybe actually get together finally and half because you and Harry really want to be on a team with each other

you make little bases which are just mini hills of snow you hide behind while you make snowballs to chuck

if you forget gloves, don't even worry, he's got a spare pair

there are some moments where Ron rolls his eyes at the displays of affection you two have

for example, once Harry didn't have spare gloves so he just made snowballs and guided you to put your hands on top of his and make them with him

cuties alert 🚨🚨🚨

another time is when you are scrambling across the snow to try to invade your opposition's base to pelt them with snowballs, you fall to the ground and Harry, who had been distracting them, rushes out to check on you

woah, sacrificing himself to the snowballs for you, that's true love

he leans over you as you flat on your back before you laugh and put your hands on his cheeks

he ignores the chill from your gloves sourced by making snowballs and grins down at you

just as he's about to kiss you, Ron hits the two of you with a snowball in the literal tiny gap between your lips

Hermione thwacks him (gently) and then the moment is sort of, but not really, over

so she joins Ron in chucking snowballs at you until they run out and literally just start gathering fistfuls of snow

Harry pushes over so that you're both on your sides facing each other but his back is to Romoine (I can't keep writing both their names again I'm sorry-) as he gets attacked with snowballs and is basically your shield

and he just chuckles every time he's hit before acting like he's wounded, asking you to kiss it better-

then, he signals for you to run as he grabs the invisibility cloak from his pocket and hands it to you

you know what he means and get up carefully, darting behind a little snow mound whilst Romoine are grabbing more snow armfuls

you sneak around in the cloak to your previous base and carry as many snowballs as you can manage in your arms until you stand behind the two

they couldn't see you weren't there since all they can see is Harry shuffling around and as silly as it sounds, it's a major tactic

you pat a snowball into the base of Ron's neck as he jumps and looks at Hermione

then, when he looks away, Hermione gets one there too

Hermione looks at Ron before practically tackling him, a new pyramid of snowballs set up by you and they don't stop to think about how they got there

you run back to Harry as he smiles

"Every person for themselves?" "Godric, no. Let's just wait to see how long they fight, it's funny."

when they realise it was you, Harry states 'all is fair in love and war' smugly before you two end up running, you trying to unfurl the cloak from where it lies over your arm and toss it over the both of you

like it would help cover the footprints in the snow but whatever

you run back to Hogwarts and sit in front of the fire together later, Harry and you sharing a blanket

if McGonagall sees you huddled together and wonders why you would have gone into the snow if Harry didn't have parental permission to Hogsmeade even when she already knows the answer, she says nothing

Dark Obsession with Sirius and regulus? Where they're both obsessed with the reader

Omg,I can totally see that,I will write and when it’s out I put here.