Regulus Black x Reader
Requested plot: My baby regulus needs some lovin’ so i was wondering if you could write cute and fluffy imagine? idk about the plot so you have free hands.
Word count: 717
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything recognisable.
The days between Hogwarts terms usually passed by fairly quickly. She had never felt as bored during her summer break as she did now. (Y/N) waved her wand; flowers started blooming around her in brilliant colours. Red, yellow, green and blue petals spread across the girl’s vision.
It was not that (Y/N) disliked the flower shop, rather the opposite. She loved the smell of freshly cut flowers, and she knew of nothing better than picking the right combination of flowers for the witches and wizards buying beautiful bouquets for their loved ones. The problem was that her only other friend at Hogwarts had graduated this summer, so next term would be beyond weird. They had always been the three of them, now they would be only two.
A familiar young man with dark hair slammed the door behind him, interrupting (Y/N)’s thoughts. He looked aggravated, his usually soft features had hardened, his eyes glowing in contrast with his pale skin.
“Good afternoon,” (Y/N) called out to the Slytherin boy.
He looked at her; his stiff mouth softened, but only for a split second. The sound of metal hitting metal caused the girl to jump back. Regulus’ fist dropped at least 10 galleons on the countertop, his raspy voice asked: “How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flowers?”
(Y/N) pressed her lips together and looked at him with raised eyebrows.
“I don’t know, who’s the lucky one?” (Y/N) asked back.
“The one and only,” Regulus nodded.
(Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh, if was no secret the two Black brothers had their fair share of problems. At Hogwarts they would always try to out-prank each other in one way or another. Albus Dumbledore had made an announcement last year that any type of sparkly quills had been banned from the school, to every student’s amusement. Of course that had been Regulus’ during, as Sirius and his Marauder friends had walked around with glittering skin for the next two weeks.
“What did he do this time?” (Y/N) asked curious.
Regulus looked at the girl, his eyes tracing her from top to bottom. The way his gaze covered every inch of her body, she could feel her cheeks burn in the colour of the roses next to her. He smiled, picking up one of the yellow flowers floating in the air next to them.
“My dear brother found the time to go back home and decline my position as Head Boy for next year,” he groaned.
“Sucks,” (Y/N) mumbled, “So, who’s Head Boy now?” she continued.
“Merlin knows, probably Potter,” Regulus’ eyes left (Y/N)’s body, moving towards the many flowers around them. “That’s why I need you, (Y/N), to make me the perfect ‘fuck you’ bouquet.”
“And what do I gain from helping you?” She asked with a smile.
“You’re my girlfriend, you don’t gain anything other than the satisfaction of helping me out,” he moved around the counter so he stood only inches away from her face. His kisses were always soft, no matter how angry he was, he was sweet, and soft, and beautiful.
“Shouldn’t the two of you lay down your weapons soon?” she asked, kissing his cheek.
“No,” he lifted her hands into his palms.
“You’re the most stubborn person I know, Regulus,” she mumbled as his thumb smudged out the lipstick stain on his skin, “Also, you could never be Head Boy, not the way you jump around dueling your brother right and left,” she felt his lips on her fingertips. The skin had been torn multiple times due to thorns.
“You’re just jealous, love,” he smiled.
“Of you?” (Y/N) laughed loudly.
“Oh shut up before I have you make two bouquets!”
“I can’t make gifts for myself, that’s just tragic,” she joked, resting her back against the countertop.
“But hey,” Regulus mumbled against the girl’s ear, “I know something that could take my mind off of the awful git of a brother..” He traced butterfly kisses down her neck.
“I’m sure you do, but everything is not about you, Regulus Black,” (Y/N) pushed him away as he stole one more kiss from her lips, “Some of us actually have work to do.” She told him as the bell above the door rang and two young witches walked in through the door.