belladonna | marauders imagines

Regulus | Love Letters

 Regulus Black loved writing.

He had a connection with words, and he felt as if they were more than things to be admired. To him, they were a necessity. Stories put him at ease, and writing them made him invincible.

One thing he always needed was something to draw inspiration from. He had written too many depressing tales about his family, too many poems about the loneliness he felt, and too many articles about Hogwarts. He was all out of things to write about.

Then suddenly, you came into the picture.

He didn't know the small notes he was writing were love letters until he realized you were all he was writing about for a whole month.

Besides, letters are only letters if the recipient receives them, right? The words on the parchments were just for him. He would never willingly give them to you, and moreover, the idea of people knowing that Regulus Black was writing cheesy love letters would make things very chaotic for him.

He hid them inside his books and left the books under his bed. Everything was going well, until one day he realized the books were nowhere to be seen.

"Rosier! Rosier!" He yelled, and Evan woke up in shock, thinking they were being attacked.

"What?" He snapped, getting up.

"Where are my books?" Regulus pointed to the empty space under his bed.

"Uh, I think Narcissa borrowed them while you were out," he answered, trying to think. "She asked me for the books and mine are still with McGonagall cause I drew a few not-so-appropriate pictures on their backs."

"WHY WOULD YOU GIVE MY BOOKS TO HER?"

"What the-"

Regulus was already out the door, dashing to the Great Hall, hoping Narcissa was there. On finding no trace of her, he asked Andromeda where she was, and she pointed towards the Black Lake, where a few kids were resting before the day begins.

"CISSY!" He yelled, spotting her leaning against a tree.

"Hey look, it's my favorite cousin!" She was smirking more than usual. Regulus groaned.

"Please don't tell her," he said sharply, his eyes pleading.

"Hmm, about that—" she pointed behind his shoulders, and he turned to see you walking towards them, confusion and wonder visible on your face.

"You didn't!"

"Oops." She smiled.

"Hey Reg," you came to a stop. "Why didn't I see you at breakfast?"

"He woke up late," Narcissa answered. "And good morning, Y/N! Why do you look as if you saw a ghost?"

"No, I was just eating and—" you bit back the words, as if you shouldn't say it.

"What happened?" Regulus asked, suddenly concerned.

"I'm sure it was nothing, but," you took something from your pockets, and held it in front of you as if it was a wounded bird.

He saw a beige crumpled parchment, then almost passed out in shock.

"Interesting, what have you got there?" Narcissa popped back into the conversation.

"It was addressed to me," you began, hesitating. "I don't know who it's from—"

Regulus let out a proper breath now, remembering that he hasn't signed any of the notes with his name.