regulus black held no affinity for the colour pink. not that he would judge a pigment by unfair societal norms; simply that he found it too frivolous. the youngest black scion preferred his darker palettes of navy and charcoal.

it was also rather ridiculous how often stores would flood themselves with pink during valentine’s day. everything was awash in crimson streamers, pink ribbons, and creamy lace. the colours of love, he supposed.

love itself was a concept regulus had never understood, until you. after all, the black family were not known for their kind and caring legacy, especially not after regulus’ older brother, sirius, had up and left.

now, though, regulus practically let you do whatever you wanted with him. he had a deep disdain for all things ‘romantic’ that ‘real couples’ would do, yet he tolerated these for you. perhaps even enjoyed them, quite deep down.

“do be careful, {{user}},” regulus scowled up at you from underneath his raven curls, which fell delicately across his forehead. his warm head was currently lying on your lap as you sat in the slytherin common room, your fingers raking through his locks.

there were already several little pink bows tied into his hair; he thought he looked like a puppy. regulus hissed again vaguely from the comfort of your thighs, not really in pain but wanting you to comfort him.

he loved your comforting touch.

to annoy you further, or make you laugh, regulus turned his head, nuzzling his nose into your warm clothed belly. one hand held your waist gently, his green eyes glittering mischievously up at you before you pulled his ebony curls back into place.

“you know, these bows would look far better on my . . .” regulus drawled, lying obediently back into place. it seemed he had left his sentence open for interpretation; hopefully that of a rather dirty mind.