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𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍’𝐒 || 𝐑.𝐁

Pairing: Regulus Black x Reader

Warning: Fluff

Summary: Just some headcanon’s of Reg

A/N: Redid my account, again. I will remake the James Potter fluff headcanon’s eventually. For now I’m focused on the love of my life, Regulus Arcturus Black. I also have some more plans for him including Dad Headcanon’s cause we missed out on Reg being a dad and I’ll be forever pissed.

Regulus would play any song on the piano that you asked for. If he didn’t know it, he’d learn it.

Regulus would learn to braid your hair for you, and in return, some days he allow you to touch his hair.

Regulus wouldn’t become a death eater if you asked, if he already was one, he’d run away with you.

Regulus wouldn’t care about his family’s opinions on you. Especially if you were muggle-born, half-blood or even just a muggle. If he loved you, he loved so fiercely not even his parents could break it.

Regulus would easily become friends with your friends. Quite a charmer this one is.

Regulus would plan some of the best dates. Picnics under the stars, dates to France and even walking the forbidden forest after dark.

Regulus would be super overprotective of you. If someone dare said one bad thing about you, that person would be gone within a minute.

Regulus would buy you whatever you wanted. Even if you didn’t necessarily needed it, or ask for it. If he saw you staring at something, it was yours the next minute.

Regulus isn’t big on public affection but behind close doors, you are his Queen. Back massages, cuddles, reading to you and making you whatever food or drink you’d like.

Regulus would be a great chef. I mean, this man is great at everything. But his food was quite literally to die for. He’d often ask as a joke if you would choose his food over him. You’d say you would and he didn’t quite realise you weren’t joking. His food was that great.

Regulus loves when you reassure him of your love. Even if you think he’s asleep, it means the world to him.

Regulus, at first, wouldn’t be big into saying “I love you” but after you say it, he’ll begin to say it back. You’d definitely say it first but he may say it when your asleep.

Regulus would be totally soft for you. The only person who could make him laugh, cry, smile, fall off a chair, whatever it is, only you can make him do it.

Regulus would jump in front of a train for you. He’d do anything to protect you. Your safety is his top priority.

Regulus finds your happiness is the most important thing in the world. He’d buy you a whole damn cart of kittens if you asked. There’s not a thing he wouldn’t get for you or do for you if it made you happy.

Regulus would ask you to cut his hair because he’d only ever trust you.

Regulus would take your name if you two got married. Because he wants to end the Black name just as much as Sirius. If you have children, they’d take your name.

Regulus would definitely buy you a holiday house somewhere like Paris or Orleans. Somewhere in France where you two could spend days doing nothing.

Regulus would definitely build your dream house for you after graduation. He wouldn’t even offer to live in it. He’d build it for you and if you asked, he’d move in.

Regulus would be so happy when you two graduate. He’d kiss you all over and smile proudly. This man would be super encouraging for everything. Graduation, your first job, getting a house. Whatever it was, he’s your biggest fan.

Regulus would definitely cry to you in the night about all his problems and how much stress he’s under by his parents. You would bake him warm chocolate-chip cookies and give him tea, coffee or hot cocoa. He’d love you a million for it.

Regulus would comfort you from nightmares and you’d do the same for him. You two would definitely make a deal to be completely honest with each other. No matter what.

Regulus would sneak you into his house whenever his parents were asleep or into the dormitories, so you two could cuddle and kiss. He’d also sneak over to you.

Regulus would spend hours reading with you. Studying, sleeping, playing the piano and even pranking people.

Regulus would sneak into different classes to spend more time with you. He’d skip school if you asked.

Regulus absolutely loves holidays such as Halloween or Christmas. You’d have so much fun decorating and making cookies together. Matching Halloween costumes, and you’d always win the competitions for them.

Regulus would love sleeping on your chest so he could hear your heartbeat and remind himself you’re alive. You’re here. You’re real.

Regulus would spend hours talking about stars and astronomy. You’d patiently listen because it was rare to see him so excited over something.

Regulus would call you all sorts of nicknames. Darling, love, sweetheart, princess, bubs. You would call him things like babe, baby, reg, reggie, my starboy and have cute joking names like heir of slytherin, prince of darkness, his royal highness.

Regulus would only dance with you.

A regulus x chubby ravenclaw reader female x serverus Snape story please

Hidden in plain sight

Y/N has always struggled with insecurity, convinced that someone like Regulus Black could never notice her. Little does she know, he hasn’t stopped talking about her for weeks.

requested by misskity1912-blog

Regulus Black x Chubby Fem! reader

words: 944

warning: mentions of insecurity

note: I'm not familiar with Severus so it will take some time before I can start writing about him <3

masterlist, regulus masterlist

Y/N stood in front of the mirror in her dormitory, adjusting the hem of her robes as she stared at her reflection. Her hands unconsciously smoothed over the fabric, trying to hide the curves she had never quite learned to love. No matter how often she wanted to remind herself that beauty wasn’t defined by a single body type, the lingering insecurities whispered otherwise.

She turned slightly, frowning at her side profile. She envied the girls who seemed effortlessly graceful, the ones whose uniforms fit just right, whose confidence seemed so natural. She pulled at the fabric of her robes as if that would somehow change the way she looked, but nothing ever did. With a quiet sigh, she let her hands drop and turned away from the mirror, shaking off the nagging thoughts. It didn’t matter. It wasn’t like anyone was paying attention to her, least of all Regulus Black.

Still, as she made her way down to the Great Hall, her heart clenched at the thought of him, impossibly elegant and untouchable.

Y/N sat at the Ravenclaw table, absently poking at her breakfast as she half-listened to her housemates discussing their plans for the upcoming Hogsmeade weekend. It wasn’t as if she had any plans of her own—she rarely did. While she loved the idea of going, wandering through the cobbled streets with someone special, she knew that particular dream was unattainable.

Because that someone special was Regulus Black.

And Regulus Black was impossibly out of reach.

She had harbored a deep, quiet crush on the Slytherin for years. He was everything she was not—elegant, poised, respected. Meanwhile, she was the chubby Ravenclaw who kept to herself, more at home in the library than at social gatherings. She was always hyperaware of her appearance, tugging at the edges of her robes or crossing her arms over her stomach, trying to take up less space. The idea of him ever noticing her was laughable, and yet, she couldn’t stop herself from stealing glances at him across the Great Hall, allowing her mind to entertain impossible daydreams.

Little did she know that, at that very moment, Regulus Black was sitting at the Slytherin table, going on and on about her.

“She’s brilliant,” Regulus said, absently twirling his spoon in his porridge. “I saw her answering Slughorn’s question yesterday before he even finished asking it. And she was right. Of course, she was right. She always is.”

Barty groaned, dropping his head onto the table. “Merlin, not again.”

Evan rolled his eyes. “You’ve been talking about Y/N for weeks. Either do something about it or shut up.”

Pandora, always the most patient of the group, smiled encouragingly. “You should ask her to Hogsmeade, Regulus. She doesn’t seem to have any plans.”

Regulus hesitated, suddenly feeling very exposed. “She wouldn’t say yes.”

“How would you know?” Evan asked, exasperated. “It’s not like you’ve tried.”

“She’s never shown any interest in me,” Regulus admitted, suddenly feeling foolish for all the time he’d spent admiring her from a distance. “She’s intelligent, kind, beautiful—why would she waste her time on me?”

Barty nearly choked on his pumpkin juice. “You are Regulus Black. You have people practically lining up for the chance to go to Hogsmeade with you. Stop being an idiot and just ask her.”

Regulus pursed his lips. The idea of being rejected by Y/N was enough to make his stomach twist, but his friends’ words lingered in his mind. Maybe… maybe they were right.

Y/N sat alone in the courtyard, bundled in her robes as she read a book, the crisp autumn air nipping at her cheeks. The sun was starting to dip lower in the sky, and most students had already retreated indoors, but she found the quiet comforting. It was easier to exist in the world of books than in reality where she was invisible to the person she liked most.

She was so lost in her reading that she didn’t hear footsteps approaching until a shadow fell over her pages. Glancing up, she nearly dropped her book when she saw Regulus Black standing before her, hands in his pockets, looking uncharacteristically hesitant.

Her heart leaped into her throat. “Oh. Um—hi?”

Regulus cleared his throat, shifting to his feet. “Hi.”

An awkward silence stretched between them, and Y/N struggled to understand what was happening. Was he lost? Did he need help with something? Had she done something wrong?

“I—” Regulus exhaled sharply, looking more nervous than she’d ever seen him. “Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”

Y/N blinked, sure she had misheard him. “What?”

Regulus’ jaw tightened as if he were bracing for impact. “Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me?”

Her mind reeled. This had to be a joke, some kind of cruel prank. There was no way he—Regulus Black—was asking her out. Her stomach twisted with familiar self-doubt.

“Me?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper. “Are you sure?”

Regulus frowned slightly. “Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?”

She swallowed, shifting uncomfortably. “I just… I don’t really seem like your type.”

Regulus’ gaze softened as he took a step closer. “You’re exactly my type.”

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then nodded, a small smile forming on her lips. “I’d like that.”

Relief washed over Regulus’ face, and for the first time, he allowed himself to truly smile at her. “Good.”

As he walked away, promising to meet her in the entrance hall on Saturday, Y/N watched him go, her heart thudding wildly in her chest.

Maybe, just maybe, she had been wrong about being out of his reach.