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'But she's not for you'
Regulus X reader
Sm songs I listened to while making it.
just kiss her concorde +running to find you minds eye + dealer Lana del ray + destroy myself just for you MONTELL fish+ apocalypse cigarettes after sex + tree house Alex g
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Regulus never thought he could be loved. His parents had engraved it into his head from the moment he was born. Even though he had been in relationships he never felt the love they had to offer. Even when he saw you for the very first time when you were 11 he was sure 'you were the girl but you weren't for him'. Now you are both 16 and his views haven't changed.
Regulus watched you hurry around the campus during his free period. He did it every Tuesday. He would sit in the courtyard, book in hand, waiting for you to hurry past as you always did at 12:34 almost every week on the dot. Your hands barely gripping onto the various, but same books, you had in your arms threating to slip. 'He was trying to make the words come out knowing he should've kissed you there', If only he could.
He looked out for you in the grand hall his emotionless face observing you. The way your face glowed when talking to people you loved. The way your eyes sparkled talking to Remus about your favourite books. As he watched he didn't notice the ocean blue eyes he was examining, focus on him.
That was the first time y/n had seen him fully, and oh lord how she wished she had seen him this way sooner, his beautiful brown eyes deepened into her gaze. He was staring at her as if she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and from his soul to hers he truly did believe it.
His years of pining seemed to come to an abrupt end, by a simple gaze held to long. Any worry’s he had faded away. He couldn't believe that it was even possibly directed at him.
And when you began walking towards him he thought he might just pass out. Even in his dreams he never got this far. As you approached now even closer his heart had already left his body and disappeared into your wholesome being.
the black brothers argued in french. loudly. (not up for negotiations on this one)
“Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, it’s ‘intelligent’ and ‘really cool.’ But when I do it, I’m ‘petty’ and ‘need to let it go.’” -regulus black at some point, probably
Regulus, laying in bed: Get out of my room. Sirius, standing just outside of the door frame: I’m not in your room.
“you can’t send your friends every regulus headcanon you see followed by “hes so me”” -said no one, ever
Barty: How did none of you hear what I just said?! Evan: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours Dorcas: I got distracted halfway through Regulus: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.
someone!! please!! terrence manchester as regulus black!!
ooh hmmm marauders era request? one of the black boys with a self conscious reader? fem or male, i don't mind :)
I decided to make this a headcanon thing because I've been reading lots of them lmao and I also did both brothers because... yes
m/n = male name
REGULUS BLACK:
regulus isn't exactly the best when it comes to handling emotions and everyone knows that
but when it comes to his special other, he is the softest, most patient person in all of hogwarts
whenever m/n would come to reggie during the day or during the night, he would always make sure that m/n was comfortable and felt safe where they were
when m/n told him that he was feeling self-conscious about being compared to the marauders ( he was a gryffindor ), reggie would listen patiently
to help calm the crying boy, he would gently run his hand through m/n's hair, holding him gently as the boy sobbed into his shoulder
sometimes he would speak to the boy in french
they always translated to kind, reassuring things and sometimes 'i love you'
even though m/n didn't always understand, it always calmed down his anxiety and feelings
when m/n came to him during the night, holding back his tears and insecurities, reggie would take him to the common room or library ( or anywhere quiet and isolated )
usually m/n would take a few minutes before explaining in a shaky voice, telling his special other why he felt self-conscious
sometimes, if reggie's dormmates were out of vice versa, the two would share a bed, cuddling each other to sleep
m/n loved being the small spoon
SIRIUS BLACK:
a self-conscious ravenclaw and a loud-ass, confident gryffindor
not exactly what most people would call, 'the perfect couple'
but it actually worked perfectly
m/n was self-conscious, yes, but sirius black and his goofiness always found a way to bring a smile to the boys face
sirius always knew what to say, what to do, etc. when his boy felt self-conscious
of course he didn't always comfort the boy by being loud, goofy and confident, if they were in public he'd do more subtle things, to avoid extra attention
he'd usually gently grab m/n's hand and rub it gently with his thumb
sometimes it would be a comforting hug
or a swift kiss to the cheek, if they were alone or with the marauders
dandelions
dandelions are able to thrive even when trapped in the cracks of callous stone.
been a lil while but im back with my favourite hedgehog boy
As an aspec and arospec person, I declare Regulus Black an asexual demiromantic. This isn't negotiable, he simply is now and you can't tell me otherwise
Regulus would definitely pick Sirius's long hair off James's clothes and say "who is she?" every time as a joke
[a normal day at hogwarts]
barty: how are you regs?
regulus: i still don't know
barty: mmh?
regulus: yeah, like, do I want to kill everyone, myself or just eat a cookie?
barty: oh, then which one do you think it is?
james: *looking at regulus completely in love from the gryffindor table*
regulus: the unexpected, to be trying to eat but having james potter glancing across the hall at me. I'm going to throw myself at the lake if he doesn't stop
james 'i can fix him' potter: *obliviously waving at regulus*
sirius side to side with james: *confused and angry noises*
marauders era! regulus would love crime and mystery books
modern au! regulus would be a sucker for 00s shows and movies like vampire diaries, gilmore girls or skins. but james would make him watch shows like ofmd or good omens in exchange for having watched with him scary and thriller movies (in those nights james cuddles up closer to regulus because he's sort of a scaredy cat).
marauders era! regulus would love abba but he'll pretend like he doesn't. meanwhile modern au! regulus would still like abba but scream his lungs with lana del rey and mitski.
modern au! regulus would silently judge cringy people while looking directly at their soul until he makes them uncomfortable.
regulus is now portrayed as someone who is mean as a "love language" and who spends his time with barty or pandora.
the thing is that regulus in canon didn't have friends, he was the one who would sit at the library alone while his brother and his friends were joking with other people, 'the popular people'. he wouldn't have anyone since no one wanted to get involved with him. so it was just him, the stars and books
besides, regulus would be mean till the point where he makes you cry, because first you annoyed him, and second because he wanted to warn people that if they couldn't handle him they better leave.
he is a loner, he always has been a loner.
he was born alone and died alone.
there's an universe where regulus and barty started talking in fifth year trying to be friends.
but regulus couldn't find time for their friendship since he had to meet his parents' expectations so for a couple of months they lost contact.
when he was finally able to spend time with barty, he would ignore him. in the corridors, the classrooms, the great hall, the library, everywhere. there wasn't place anymore for regulus in his world.
regulus stopped trying
he stopped trying to talk to him, to make friends, to have some kind of connection with anyone.
he already knew, his mother already told him, he couldn’t trust nobody, not even himself.
maybe that's why it hurt some much, he had begun to trust barty.
but everyone leaves, everyone left him, everyone was going to leave him after seeing how rotten and twisted in the inside he was.
regulus stopped trying to be loved.
and in 1979
he stopped trying to stay alive.
he stopped trying to survive.
regulus was scared.
scared of confronting his parents. scared of being left behind. scared of the world.
scared of opening up to people.
even though he had this though and mean facade he would open up really quick to someone until the point where he was overwhelming.
he just wanted someone to listen to him. and when he thought he found someone he would say all the things that he wanted.
but he was considered too much. he was too much for people to handle.
he was a storm. he was a hurricane of feelings, so when he lost control he knew it was going to end up bad. he knew he was going to bore people around him.
even knowing that, he would vomit all the random information he had. deeply hoping inside of him that people didn't leave him after seeing how he truly was.
how childish, pleaser and lonely he was. how he would keep all his feelings hidden from others. how raw these were.
but each time they would leave him, and each time he would try to avoid these situations again but he couldn't help it.
so yeah.
regulus was scared.
not from the dark, not from death.
regulus was scared
of lost childish dreams of a found family.
regulus was scared
of being completely unbearable and repulsive to others.
he wasn't scared of being alone.
not at all.
he was just scared.
he has been scared all his life.
he has always been scared since
the only thing he could have for sure
and be only his
was fear.
regulus felt stupid,
the stupidest man on the world,
everytime the exam season came.
it's not that he was a bad student. he wasn't. he always took notes, kept silent during lectures and studied more than he slept.
he would study for hours with little to no sleep everyday, trying, wanting eagerly, to get better marks than before.
he wouldn't eat, wouldn't talk and wouldn't be calm during those days.
and when it was time, he had only two things that could happen to him, whether he understood every question, or he failed to get half the exam, but would still try.
he would finish the exam and feel like shit. but it didn't just stop there.
he would be the whole day revising what he wrote down, how many mistakes he got and how bad he did.
and then the grades.
he would sit there apparently calm but with his world up site down inside.
a piece of parchet in front of him.
C-
C-
he would look at it at first, then look for mistakes in the professor's correction and then stare at it.
he stared so hard he thought his eyes would fall of.
he stared down at the paper, contained tears, a shaking on his lips and a serious face.
then, he would hear the students who he saw cheating getting praised for their high marks by their teacher.
regulus kept staring down at the paper.
he was so stupid,
even the word stupid was offended of being compared to him.
he wouldn't cry the first times but then the stress, lack of sleep and unreached expectations would drag him down until he felt like he was drowning,
he remembered that feeling again with inferies later.
he was well known in his first years of being the smart one on their year, 'a pleasure to teach' they said. well now he is burnout and nobody looks at him, sees him. and if they do look at him he feels their disappointed glances about his wasted potential.
those two words were always repeated.
how he could be better if he tried, if he put in the effort.
he tried, he has tried, he has tried for seventeen years but still nothing comes from it.
so yeah,
regulus was stupid,
the stupidest creature alive,
so stupid that he failed in everything he tried to accomplish,
from a grade to the lake.
sitting down in the floor, book between his crossed legs, messy hair from pulling it until it hurt and red scratches through his arms with the shape of his nails, regulus was studying.
he wasn't naturally smart like sirius or enjoyed studying like evan. he was him and that wasn't enough.
not enough for him, not enough for his parents and apparently not enough for sirius.
he would plan a perfect timetable but couldn't stick to it, he wasn't dumb but neither clever. he was in a limbo in between.
always in a grey spot, never declaring his opinions about anything: "if it doesn't affect me, it doesn't matter" he would say. but it did affect him. the pressure of joining the dark Lord, of meeting his parents expectations, and failure.
failure
that word made his insides itch to the point where he would want to take a knife and scratch this guts until it stopped itching.
so there he is, sitting down in the floor next to his bed, book between his legs and eyes surrounded by dark eyebags, with only the sound of his empty stomach making him company.
maybe he should stop trying but he would kill himself before stopping actively to destroy himself.
looking at the roof over his head he would think: "slytherins have a reputation of self preservation but I don't, am I good now for you, sirius?"
Love this, I think I found a new writing project
I need this Harry Potter fanfic but I don’t wanna write it
I want a Harry Potter fic where it takes place in order of the Phoenix, Sirius goes through Reg’s old stuff and finds an old muggle video camera that the slytherins used to use (regulas, snape, lucius, narcissa, maybe, just maybe y/n if anybody likes that) and they watch all the videos and it’s just them doing stupid teenager stuff, and then everybody realizes that maybe the slytherin weren’t all completely evil and stuff. Can somebody write this because it’s been on my mind for weeks and I don’t know how to write 😭😭
un headcannon que yo tengo sobre regulus y sirius, es que además de hablar francés también aprendieron otras lenguas romances de chicos, corte italiano u español, específicamente con acento rioplatense y puedo imaginarlos peleando en español solamente porque tiene insultos más fuertes 💀
seguramente usarían insultos tipo;
hijo de puta
la recalcada concha de tu madre
la puta que te pario
aborto mal hecho
y hay mejores🤠