Regulus Black Stories

Part Veela

A/N - I thought it'd be really cool to make the Veela reader Black since it's so clear in their descriptions that J.K. Rowlings idea of beauty is skinny, blonde, white girls. So fuck her :) I kept the blonde hair though bc apparently it's canon all Veela have it.

Info - black reader, part Veela reader, whipped Regulus, people having opinions on someone's relationship, young love, mentions of abuse

I was obsessed with looking at her, like I knew many were. She was just so gorgeous. I knew even if she weren't part Veela she'd be the most beautiful girl Hogwarts had ever seen. Her dark skin, offset by her white-gold hair. However, what I liked best were her eyes. They were so brown they looked black, and they were so warm that I couldn't form a frown when I looked into them. They just added to the beauty that was her.

Everyone had different opinions of course. Sirius said I was shallow, but then I'd catch him staring at her.

The girls who wanted to date me told me it was unfair, but they didn't understand. I wasn't transfixed or enthralled by any magic, it was simply her. Her being who she was, that was all I needed. The beauty was a bonus, a cheery on an already lovely cake.

We'd been dating since first year, and I never wanted it to end. It'd all started when she'd been the only other student who knew French. My hard exterior from years of abuse melted away with her. I did things I'd never do, I was giggling in class as we swapped gossip in French, I was snogging in broad daylight because I couldn't get enough of her, I was dancing the waltz with her on the Astronomy tower because she loved to dance and I loved her.

The professors said it wouldn't last, but they'd said that every year we'd been together. Our connection and love only grew with each passing day. She was the only one for me, my muse, my delight, my girl.

"Regulus, you went off to la la land again," she chided gently. She didn't mean it, not really.

"Do you know what is in my la la land y/n?" I asked, taking her hands.

"What?"

"You, you're the air that I breathe and you take up nearly every thought in my head," I said.

"That's bad for you, because your homework is on Dragon species in Finland and not how in love you are with your girlfriend."

"The homework wouldn't be enough, I could write novels about you," I said honestly.

"Me too," she said softly before pressing her lips to mine.