"For luck?" Asked Annabelle, rather breathless, Regulus pressed a second kiss to her lips, unable to stop himself as Annabelle's arms wrapped around his neck, "That's a lot of luck,"
"I'm going to need it," He said, grinning at her, "Gryffindors may not be clever or strategic or hardworking, but," He looked up as though in thought, "actually maybe I don't need luck," he said looking at her scowl,
"Well. Fuck you too," Said Annabelle, and he arched his eyebrows suggestively, prompting her to turn bright red, "Not what I meant, Majesty," She mumbled,
Three words eight letters.
Depth of his soul to the tip of his tongue.
I love-
"Where are you Black?" Someone called from the other side of the stands they were hidden safely behind, and Regulus flinched, kissing Annabelle rather indulgently before separating himself from her, checking her wrist, and she huffed, showing him his shrunken scarf around her wrist,
"I-" He started, before kissing her knuckles, "Have to go,"
"I know I call you Majesty, but this is a little much," Said Annabelle,
"Is that why you are blushing?" He asked, adjusting his uniform, and she looked at him and all she had to do was cock her head to the side and look him over, he blushed vibrantly, scratching the back of his neck, "I-" "I'll just be going now," He said,
"Catch the snitch, eh?"
"I'll get right on that," Said Regulus, "Maybe even take you flying after, who knows?" He called over his shoulder, ducking beneath the stands and walking in the opposite direction as her,
"Sorry, can't hear you, you're, too, farrrr," Said Annabelle, covering her ears chauvinistically, and Regulus scowled, before hurrying away towards the player's entrance to the pitch.
He ducked under the beam and lifted the fabric covering the base of the stands and moved into the change room where he was immediately greeted by Barty,
"Finally, aren't you the one meant to be captain next year? Where were you?" He asked, lacing up his boots, and Regulus shrugged,
"Thought I'd clear my head you know. Muggles have that zen thing I thought I'd see what it was all about," Said Regulus casually, picking up his broom and propping it up at his side,
"Muggles? Since when do you concern yourself with muggles?" Asked Barty, picking up his own broom,
"I don't know, that was zen this is now," Said Regulus, happily as Barty groaned, running a hand over his face, "What?" He asked, his good spirits falling away, Barty said nothing, brushing past him towards where other members of the Slytherin stood solemnly
'mid pregame brood' is what Annabelle liked to call it.
"It was a joke," Said Regulus, a feeling of worry forming in the pit of his stomach, Barty shot him a dark look, "Sorry," He added, and Barty only hummed in recognition,
"I'm going to knock Potter off his broom today. Hard." Said Barty a sick smile on his face, and Regulus shrugged it off,
"So long as you protect me while you're at it?" Said Regulus, and Barty muttered something in recognition before taking off, "Happy Christmas to you too," He said before kicking off,
His eyes tracked the stands before the game begun, trailing over the vivid reds of the Gryffindor stands until he spotted her, sitting with McKenna and DuPont eyes trained skeptically on Regulus' broom before mounting to his eyes,
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Inferius | Regulus Black
Fanfiction~ You kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath ~ Regulus Black x Gryffindor Muggleborn Female OC Friends to lovers/forbidden lovers/ idiots to lovers, you get the point "Won't you grow sick of all this?" "I'm actually pretty in love with yo...
