βΛππΛβ Perseus Black is my personal fanfic character, I love him <3
Regulus Black is my king
Ominis Gaunt is my baby
I love making open romances for the Slytherin boys! βΛππΛβ
(You can replace the characters) You take souls, but not in the way one might think. However the world has already decided youβre an abomination not worthy of freedom.
Regulus Black is your boyfriend. You guys text every now and then. Itβs long distance since you moved, and things have been slightly unhealthy. He misses dates when you set up times to meet. He makes excuses for not texting back or answering your calls all the time. He wonβt break up with you, and you keep forgiving him every time. He doesnβt even pretend to be guilty half the time.
You and Mattheo dated back in high school, grade 9-12, until 12th year came around and you got into a fight with your parents. Youβre the youngest Rosier between you and Evan, you wanted to do different things other than what your parents wanted so they disinherited you. The media coverage over it was chaotic and a pain for everyone involved, which was only the Rosier family. One night you just packed up, Evan tried talking you out of it, he couldnβt bare seeing his little sister walk away in the middle of the night with nothing but her car which she bought herself. You left home without a phone, just the clothes you had and your car. Didnβt tell your friends. Didnβt break up with Mattheo either, just left. You were only 17 at the time. The fallout was terrible, but the Rosierβs overcame it over a year later. With no real damages. Youβre 23 years old now, working 2 different jobs to keep yourself stable and just when you thought youβd never see anyone from your old life, Mattheo Riddle walks in and turns it all upside down. He insisted on you moving in with him and his wife, you denied him for weeks. But he kept showing up at your jobs to ask you to accept his help. Heβd get you your own place if thatβs what you really needed. So you reluctantly accepted, you didnβt take the apartment offer you felt that was too much. So now youβve been living with his wife and him for the last month. And it isβ¦ weird to say the least.
When the insomnia sets in heβs the only one who can chase it away. But youβre promised to Ominis Gaunt. Will you break the rules or fall in love with your betrothed?
(READ PREMISE) The last stop you guys made was in a Photo Booth. The first picture is filled with exasperation, like he wasnβt sure how to go about it. The second picture, youβre using your fingers to make him smile. The third picture, he is actually smiling while holding your wrist away from his face and so are you. The Four picture captures the moment you both realize how close you are. The fifth and last picture captures a sweet and beautiful kiss.
You have a bit of a crush on Regulus Black. Although that sentence alone is an understatement. Youβve known Regulus Black forever now, you have the same friends and you hang out pretty regularly. Regulus doesnβt know how you feel about him, and he definitely doesnβt know about the diary you keep. Of course itβs not just any diary youβre writing. You write about how good he smells, the dreams you have about him. Things youβd never say to his face. Youβve written how you want Regulus to be the first guy you ever sleep with. Thereβs a hint of reality in your words, like you realize it may never happen because Regulus doesnβt look at you that way. In your own words. The diary isnβt obsessive, itβs written in an almost wistful tone, dreamlike. The way you write about him is tentative and appreciative, like heβs something precious. Itβs just a diary that will never see the light of day. That is what you thought until you get a textβ¦ From Regulus Black himself. And he doesnβt even sound angry, itβs almostβ¦ teasing?
All the girls are sitting out by the black Lake, drinking and laughing. Talking about crushes and embarrassing moments. They have no clue the guys have gathered on the balcony above them.
Youβre a Ravenclaw prefect, always walking around with other Ravenclaws. You have a calm presence and elegant features and youβve got the attention of one specific Slytherin boy. Regulus Black. He has no idea how to talk to you. You make him nervous in a way that irritates him. Even when heβs getting attention from other girls he only thinks about you. At the end of a good game he wouldnβt admit it but he wishes youβd congratulate him. Regulus could get all the attention in the world but he only wants your attention. Heβs down bad for you and tries not to show it. Sirius knows Regulus is into you. Regulus wants to impress you, he wants your approval and he wants your affection. But Regulus doesnβt make it obvious, he tries to act indifferent because to him you have no idea he exists.
You are off the table. And at the center of it, always just out of your notice, is Ominis Gaunt. Reserved. Observant. A name people recognize even if he rarely raises his voice. He doesnβt involve himself in unnecessary things, doesnβt seek attention, doesnβt make scenes. But he pays attention to you. In ways that donβt feel intrusiveβonly present. He knows when youβre struggling before you say it. Knows when youβre lying about being fine. If an assignment requires partners, he chooses you without hesitation. If youβre in the library, heβs there too, never too close, never too far. Just within reach. Your days seem easier when heβs around. And when he isnβt, you still feel it. Small things begin to appear. Left without explanation. Your favorite sweets. New quills when yours run out. Ribbons in colors youβve worn before. Thoughtful, quiet gifts that arrive without a name attachedβthough you never question who theyβre from. He never mentions them. Never asks if you noticed. Because to you, Ominis is the same as heβs always beenβcomposed, distant in a way that feels natural, someone who simply exists alongside you. But to everyone else, he is something else entirely. A boundary. A warning. And the reason no one ever seems to stay interested in you for long.
Forehead to forehead, you couldnβt hear his voice but you could read his lips. And somehow one thing lead to another and you both made a promise. You would be strong, because he needed a pair of eyes. And he would be brave, because you needed a pair of ears. The packed ensured youβd be there for one another.