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I loved this but I think you meant astronomy because that Conan’s song and because astrology is the one where you study signs and astronomy stars and the universe,but this one shot helped me sleep so thank you

astronomy.

summary: regulus wanted to show you the world, but you’re two worlds apart. based off of astrology by conan gray.

pairing: regulus black x fem!reader

warnings: breakup, angst, mentions of alcoholic parents, a kiss hehe, let me know if there’s anymore! i didn’t proof read cause i’m lazy!!!

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You and Regulus came from very different worlds, but strangely enough you two were very similar. Regulus grew up in a pureblood family, his dad very cold and distant, and his mom very controlling. He had this weight on his back trying to be the perfect child they expected him to be, and it was hard at him. Hogwarts was like an escape for him.

You were a muggle born witch who never knew her father, and your mom was an alcoholic who tried to care about you as best as she could. You always wanted her to be proud of you, and no matter how hard you tried, she never seemed to notice. It hurt really bad because you worked for everything so hard, not for yourself, but for her.

You met Regulus during your sixth year. You knew of each other, but never really spoke. You had no reason to, and you also heard that the pureblood boy did not like people like you, so you kept your distance to avoid drama.

The two of you sat in the library, separate tables but in each other’s view. You shared small glances every once in a while, and it almost scared you. You hated that you didn’t know what he was thinking, you hated that every time you looked up he was already looking. You hated the way he would look away quickly and pretend he wasn’t, so of course you did what any sane person would do, you walked over to him.

Your mom always taught you to stand up for yourself, so that’s what you did. Regulus watched as you grabbed the book you were reading and your bag as if you were going to leave, but when you started to walk straight towards him his heart started fo pound out of his chest. Why was she coming over. He quickly looked back down at his potions book when you slammed your hand down on the table, causing him to jump.

“What the hell are you staring at?” You asked, and he looked at you with wide eyes, not responding. “Huh?” You raised your eyebrows, curious to hear what he was going to say. Regulus cleared his throat and pointed at the book in your hands. “Your book.” He said, glancing at it. You looked down at it. It was a book on astrology, it wasn’t school assigned but you found it hidden in the far back corner of the library.

“My book?” You questioned, confused. “Yes, your book.” He responded ever so simply, and your face scrunched up even tighter. “It’s a really good book, I used to read it all the time.” He finally answered, your face softened. “Oh.” You replied, now shocked.

“Oh?” He pressed further into your thoughts. “I thought you were planning my murder or something.” You explained, causing him to laugh. The most infectious and perfect laugh you had ever heard. His smile was wide, and you couldn’t help but scoff. “Don’t ever stare at people like that again.” You suggested to him, before giving him a small smile. “I’ll remember that.” He nodded, laughing off the moment.

After that, you saw each other in the library almost every night. You started to sit with him after a while, and for hours you would talk instead of study. Talk for hours and hours about endless nothings. Those nothings turned into somethings one particular night.

“You’ve never been to france?” He asked, and you nodded. “Not everyone is rich like you, Reg.” His heart fluttered at you calling him a nickname. “The only place I’ve ever been to is London, and that’s where I grew up.” You shrugged, and he stared at you for a moment, something he always did when he was thinking you had come to find out.

“I’ll show you the world one day, Y/N.” He said, looking at you in your eyes. “Promise?” You marveled. “Promise.” He promised you. The two of you went silent for a moment, before he leaned in and gave you a kiss. Regulus couldn’t believe what he had done. He was giving you a kiss. He was thrilled, no he was more than thrilled. He couldn’t describe how amazing the feeling was. “I think.. I think I love you.” You whispered, both your faces close as the two of you parted from the kiss. “I think I love you too.” He smiled, making you blush deeply.

You were the one person who ever treated him like he was more than the Black family heir. It felt.. right. Until it didn’t.

Regulus laid awake for hours that night. Tossing and turning, thinking. He couldn’t stop thinking. Thinking about the dark mark that laid implanted in his skin. Thinking about how you would be in danger if anyone found out about your shared nights in the library talking about the stars in the glowing sky, traveling around to see the beautiful sky in every corner of the world. He loved the idea of it, but he knew it could never happen.

Not with the dark mark, not with his parents and their pureblood mania, not with you being the one person Voldemort would go to if he crossed him. It filled him with anxiety, and fear. Regulus didn’t want to ever see you hurt. Little did he know he was going to be the reason you were.

Regulus stopped talking to you, started avoiding you at any costs, and definitely stopped coming to the library at night. It left you confused, and heart broken. What did you do so wrong for him to do this? Everything was going so.. perfect.

Somehow you cornered him in the corridors one night after dinner, you had tears in your eyes when you grabbed Regulus’s wrist and turned him around so he could look at you. His heart shattered when he saw your face. “What the hell, Regulus?” You said angrily. “Why have you been avoiding me?” You asked, hoping for an answer. He only shrugged.

“Distance brings fondness, I guess.” He said, and you stepped back slowly. “What?” You asked, your voice so low it was almost a whisper. He didn’t say anything.

“Did you even love me?” You demanded an answer. Not a single word came from his mouth. “You have nothing to say?” Silence. “…Nothing?” You almost pleaded.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. It was never gonna work out.” Tears fell from your eyes. “I’m from a pureblood family and you’re a..” He started. “Mudblood?” You finished. “Wow.. so this meant nothing to you?”

“You’re pointing at a sky that’s already dead.” He referenced to the astrology book. You stared at him for a moment, hurt in your eyes. “Fine.” You said sharply, walking away.

literally my valentines mood this year

don't be in love with someone else...

Druig x Reader

Summary: Your mortal boyfriend of 6 months is going to tell you he loves you at his office Christmas party. Druig has been in love with you for 7000 years. He isn't handling this well.

slight angst with a happy ending ♡

WC: 1.8k

A/N: thank you for requesting an Enchanted fic anon! I'm so so sorry it took so long ♡ tell me what you think ♡

Looking out the foggy window, Druig drew shapes in the thick mist that his breath created. He could see the snow falling on the parked cars from the fourth-floor apartment window. It was peaceful this time of year; he found peace in the chaotic holiday season.

The normally quiet street was quite vibrant tonight. People hurrying home in the snowy weather, careful not to let their heavy shopping bags touch the wet floor. He looked at his transparent reflection in the window, colorful Christmas lights you insisted on putting up around the apartment created small patches of light on his fair skin.

He saw you emerge from the hallway, the sequins of your dress shimmering brightly. "How do I look?" you asked nervously, standing in the middle of the living room.

Beautiful. That was always the other Eternals response, even if he hadn't looked at you yet. He slowly turns around to face you, a small yet caring smile tugging at his lips. You stood nervously, your hands clasped in front of your lap. Your long sleeve dress was covered in large circle sequins, at least the sleeves would keep you warm in the winter air, the short hemline could never.

"You look- festive," he chuckled playfully. You cock your head and form a curious smile.

"Well, I'd hope so. It is a Christmas party," you countered as you began to hunt for your purse. "Do you think John will like it?" You ask him from the kitchen, the hesitation in your voice going over his head.

John, Druig thought bitterly. On the inside, he was scowling at the mention of the Wall Street finance protege. You'd been seeing him for the past six months after meeting him at a bar. "I'll give him a couple of years and we can move on before he realizes I can't age," you told the brunet Eternal that night.

That sentence haunted him till this very day. For 7000 years, he pined after you. 7000 excuses not to tell you he loved you. This year's excuse was that you found someone to spend a few years of your life with. "He'd be stupid not to like it," Druig managed to tell you eventually, taking a seat on the emerald-colored couch.

You put on a coat that John had gotten you to wear from a high-end place in Manhatten. Druig scowled at the faux fur coat. He knew you hated that jacket; you only wore it to make the blonde man with perfect teeth happy. "What are you going to do tonight?" you asked.

Druig peered down at the wood coffee table, a DVD case resting on a stack of books. "Kingo sent over an advanced copy of his next film for us. I was going to watch it and tell you how it is," he told you, biting the inner corner of his cheek. He bit it so tightly he faintly tasted the iron of his blood.

You rushed back into your bedroom and began to laugh, "Which one of us is he playing this time?" you shout.

"Erm... I think Gil?" He answered unsure, taking in context clues by Kingo's costume on the cover.

You hurried back into the living room, eyes glued to your cell phone as your free hand dug around inside your small purse. "Druig..." you say, placing your phone in your pocket, "I think John's going to tell me he loves me tonight."

Druig's heart stops beating, that sinking feeling in his stomach made him ill, all other sounds become white noise. Your comment echoed in his ears, all he could do was stare at the faded red wine stain on the rug below him. Tell her. Y/N, I love you. Say something. You're going to lose her. "What are you going to tell him?" he manages, struggling to speak.

You shrug your shoulders, looking at him with a worried expression. Tell me you love me as much as I love you, you thought shifting back and forth on your heels.

When Druig finally looked at you, your expression shifted. That cheerful smile you always had was masking the doubt. "Whatever feels right in the moment," you respond, faking a smile. Vague, in the ballpark, but vague. You did love John, you felt some kind of spark with the man, but it wasn't the wildfire Druig lit inside your heart. You practiced saying I love you in the mirror so many times but whenever you said "John" it felt bitter on your tongue. You replaced his name with Druig's once, it felt right. It felt like you were supposed to say it all your life.

He hummed, letting silence fill the decorated apartment. A sudden chime from your phone alerted you that the car was outside, "Have fun. Call me if you need me... or anything," Druig tells you reluctantly, knowing what that ding meant. He stood up and smoothed out his black sweatpants.

You smile excitedly in front of him, tucking your phone back into the pocket of your coat. The way your eyes shine when you talked about John being outside, the way your lips turned up in that million-dollar smile, and how you barely said a word to him before you left told Druig everything. You were in love with John.

It was like everything was happening in slow motion. Druig stood by the couch completely frozen as she watched you reach for the doorknob. Don't be in love with him, he screamed in his head. Don't be in love with someone else. But his lips were wired shut, and when he finally managed to open his mouth nothing came out. No desperate pleas or declarations of love. It was just silence until the door shut behind her with a soft click.

Kingo's movie played like comforting white noise, muffed in the Eternal's ears as he paced the floor aimlessly. He had his hands in his pockets, his thumbs tapping his thighs anxiously. All he could think about was you and the three words you would tell him in a fleeting moment. He hated the flashes of made-up senarios in his head like of John having his hands on your lower back, smiling as he introduced you to his co-workers, and of his undeserving lips on your skin. Druig wanted you to have the time of your life... just not with John. And that haunted him.

Hours had passed and Druig still couldn't focus, the question if you loved the banker swirled in his mind. He tried laying down, cleaning, hell he even tried to watch the movie Kingo sent him. Checking his phone for the third time in a minute there was no message from you. Midnight, he noted as he glanced at the illuminated numbers on the top corner of his screen.

He crossed the room slowly, almost zombie-like with a refilled glass of cold whisky. His tired blue eyes look out the window, shocked to find you and John standing on the icy sidewalk below your window. Druig squinted his eyes, leaning in to let his warm forehead touch the cold glass.

John didn't look happy, he had a sullen expression on his chiseled face. Something wasn't right. Wasn't this supposed to be the greatest night of your life? Why was it being cut short? Then he saw you slowly remove your jacket, gently placing it into John's extended hand. "Shit," Druig cursed under his breath as he found the sudden motivation to move quickly. Slamming his glass down on the table with a harsh thud and grabbing his leather jacket off the arm of the chair, he hurried out of the apartment.

"I'll see you around, Y/N," John told you sadly, mustering a small depressing smile. Your coat was clenched in his arms and with one final look, he walked away with his broad shoulders hunched.

Tears brimmed in your eyes, your cold hands delicately wiping them to avoid messing up the makeup you spent an hour on. A jagged breath escapes your lips. How were expected to face Druig now? You took a deep inhale with the cold air burning your lungs and turned around.

You didn't come face to face with a doorman in front of the doors but a familiar face. A worried face who held a leather jacket. "Druig," you whisper in disbelief, swallowing hard. You two stare at each other for a moment, surprised at the presence of each other.

He rushes to you and drapes the warm jacket around your barely covered shoulders. His eyes examined every inch of your face; the snowflakes that perfectly fell in your hair, your teary y/e/c eyes, and your red rose that challenged the famous reindeer's own. "Are you ok?" he asks gently, tugging the jacket closer to your body.

You avoided his loving gaze but nodded, "I'm fine," you answer meekly. The back of his hands brushed against the side of your cheek, removing one of the warm stray tears you didn't know fell.

"You don't look fine, Y/N."

You dared to look up, Druig's eyes were fixated on your face. "I couldn't do it," you tell him brokenly, a sob threatening to leave your throat. Druig furrows his eyebrows in confusion, his pink lips slightly parted. "I tried so hard to say that I loved him but I couldn't! The words never came out! I-I froze! He looked so hurt." You let the sob out, no longer holding back the tears.

Druig should have felt relieved that you didn't feel strongly about the mortal. What broke his heart was seeing you in so much anguish over it. "I love you," he blurts out suddenly, interrupting your sad ramble.

Your words came to a sudden stop, a warm feeling spreads across your entire body. His face becomes clear to you, no longer blurred by the tears. He was blushing a deep crimson, the falling snow practically melting as the snowflakes came into contact with the burning skin.

You already felt like you forgot how to breathe, now you were completely breathless, his words echoing in your mind. It felt like a lifetime standing on the cold streets with Druig searching for answers in your unreadable expression.

It was an instinct you didn't know you had until you were doing it. Grabbing Druig by the back of his neck to crash your lips into yours. A passionate kiss that puts all the ones in films to shame. His open hand quickly grasps your lower back, refusing to let you slip out of his grasp. You tangle your fingers in the soft locks of brown hair, sharply inhaling as your chest collides with his.

"You waited 7000 years to tell me you loved me?" you breathe as you part from his lips to catch your breath. Druig connected your foreheads and nodded slowly.

"I wished I told you before you met John. I wish I would've told you centuries ago," he sighs, counting all his mistakes. "I shouldn't have let you walk out that door tonight. I sh-"

"We're here now," you interrupt him calmly, "and I have been in love with you since the first time I saw you. When we saw each other across the room on the Domo."

He laughs in relief, "That's when I fell in love with you too."

Your laugh matches his, warm breaths mixing. His other arm snakes around you to pull you into a hug. With a soft hum, you bury your face into his neck. You weren't in love with someone else... your hearts belonged to each other from the very start.

Again so I can remember

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 | 𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝑶𝒏𝒆

I’m participating in Kinktober this year! The list I’ll be following is by @the-purity-pen and it can be found here!

For the month of October I will be posting drabbles each day to fill one (sometimes two) of the three prompt options given!

Week One | Oct 1st. - Oct 9th.

Day 01 | Remus Lupin (Face-Sitting)

Day 02 | Fred & George Weasley (Threesome)

Day 03 | Regulus Black (Hair-Pulling, Ass Worship)

Day 04 | Tom Riddle (Spanking)

Day 05 | Ginny Weasley Uniforms

Day 06 | Regulus Black (Deep Throating)

Day 07 | Tom Riddle (Roleplay, Stripping/Strip Tease)

Day 08 | Cedric Diggory (Cunnilingus)

Day 09 | Sirius Black (Hate/Angry Sex)

Ok this one is really good?it helped me sleep

Could we please have a cute moment with y/n and Regulus. (totally up to you what happens)

Hi!! I totally can do that and I’ve had this idea in my head for awhile, so here you go! It’s just a tiny moment, nothing significant, but I still love it.

Year- 6th

First Regulus blurb!!

And I think of him as Timothée Chalamet fyi

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You were standing in the corridor, talking to your friends. You were in between classes, potions being your next one. It was also your boyfriend Regulus’s next class.

As you stood there, you listened to your friends talking, but you also kept looking back to see if Regulus was coming. You would sigh every time you looked back to see that he still wasn’t coming.

You looked back once more, but this time, you saw that he was finally coming. You stared a bit, looking at his defined features.

Godric, he was good-looking.

You stared a little too long though, making eye contact with him. He smirked before saying goodbye to his friends and walking toward you.

You quickly looked away, blushing and smiling wide. You waited in anticipation for him, slightly bouncing up and down with excitement.

You felt two hands wrap around your torso, and a single kiss being placed on your neck. “Reg!” you laughed, the kiss tickling you, and threw your head back before turning around swiftly.

He laughed too and pulled your face close to his so he could give you a gentle kiss. Regulus then looked toward your friends and turned you to face them.

“I will be taking her now,” he said to them and walked backward, pulling you by your waist toward his chest. “Bye!” you said to them before he pulled you to start walking to potions.

The corridor was rather loud, so Regulus had to get close to your ear to talk to you, “I saw you looking at me. Why’d you look away, princess?”.

You shrugged your shoulders and looked down, “Anyone would be embarrassed to be caught staring at someone.”. You looked up to see Regulus smirking at you, making you look down sheepishly.

“You are so adorable,” he declared, lifting your head up to give you a kiss on the forehead.

no way home spoilers without context

THANK YOU FOR 30 FOLLOWERS + UPDATE

Hi,guys so basically I will try to post on Monday because I haven’t had time to finish it and I been busy with school but until Monday it will be out,I been writing today a lot so yeah,maybe even today so yeah :) i was thinking of creating a tag list so you can always be remembered

i literally just receveid my geography test and i failed,well at least my boy also failed so that’s great.If you drown,he drown.

Just reposting do I can remember to check it out

1st - Professor!Loki {Power play, spanking and degradation}

6th - Draco Malfoy {Breeding kink, semi-exhibitionism}

11th - Sebastian Stan {Cockwarming, size difference}

16th - Regulus Black {Innocence, virginity loss and praise}

21st - Mob!Ben Barnes {Lingerie, bimbofication and marking}

26th - Fred Weasley {Oral, hate-sex, and overstimulation}

31st - Marauders {Wet dream, D/S dynamics, DP, choking and degradation}

Most of the fics were requested but any late requests might be added or made into other surprise fics/headcannons.

These fics are all +16 and some may be +18 due to how explicit it is.

If you want to be tagged then let me know.

This one two I really want a part 2

Drunk Nights

Regulus x fem!reader 

Summary: The reader invites him to a party and he’s drunk within half an hour. Chaos follow. (fluff, fluff and a lot of fluff!) No one requested this, I just had an idea and ran with it. Absolutely adored writing it <3 | Wordcount: 1.8K

Warnings: slight swearing, alcohol consumption, not a warning but the reader is in Gryffindor. 

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