Slytherin Boys x Y/N Short Stories/Reacts

His Parents Disapprove of You - Regulus Black

The Blacks were as cold and cutting as their reputation suggested, and tonight was no exception.

"She's entirely unsuitable," Walburga said with a sniff, her eyes scanning Y/N as though she were dirt on her shoe.

"Completely," Orion added, not even bothering to hide his disdain.

Regulus shifted uncomfortably, but Y/N held her ground.

"I wasn't aware that Regulus's happiness depended on your approval," she said coolly.

Walburga's eyes narrowed. "You have no idea who you're dealing with, girl."

"And you have no idea who I am," Y/N shot back. "I don't scare easily, and I certainly don't plan on leaving just because you disapprove."

Regulus finally spoke up, his voice steady. "She's right. I love her, and I won't let anyone—family or not—dictate who I'm with."

Walburga looked furious, but Regulus's hand on Y/N's reassured her she'd won this battle.

"Regulus, I expected better from you. Associating with someone like her is a disgrace to the Black name."

Y/N didn't even blink. "It's funny how you value your name so much when most people associate it with cruelty and arrogance."

Walburga's jaw dropped, and Orion's eyes narrowed. "You dare speak to us that way?" he hissed.

"Why not? It's clear you have no problem speaking to me with disrespect," Y/N shot back. "But let me make something clear: your name doesn't intimidate me, and neither do you."

Regulus stepped forward, placing himself slightly in front of Y/N. "That's enough," he said firmly. "If you think I'm going to stand here and let you insult her, you're sorely mistaken."

"Regulus, she's poisoning your mind," Walburga snapped.

"No, she's reminding me that I don't have to live under your thumb forever," he retorted. "Y/N is everything I want, and if you can't see that, then maybe I need to reconsider my relationship with this family."

Walburga gasped, while Orion glared at his son. "You're making a grave mistake, boy."

"Maybe," Regulus replied, his voice steady, "but it's my mistake to make. Y/N's worth more to me than a family name that's done nothing but weigh me down."

He turned to Y/N, offering his hand. "Let's go."

Y/N hesitated, glancing at him. "Are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything," he said softly, his gaze unwavering.