Regulus had never been one to depend on anyone; he was fiercely independent. Yet, somehow, you were his exception. His lover, the one he couldn’t help but have a soft spot for.

Just moments before the most anticipated Quidditch match of the season—Slytherin against Gryffindor—he found himself uncharacteristically anxious. As captain, he was meant to be composed, the one keeping the team grounded, but instead, he felt his own nerves unravel. It was strange, almost unsettling, until you stepped in, calming him with a few whispered words and sending him off with a kiss.

That day, Regulus played like never before—though he was always competitive, this was something else. Slytherin triumphed, securing the cup, but as the team basked in their victory and were handed their hard-earned trophy, Regulus had all but forgotten about it. Instead, his mind—and heart—were elsewhere. Without hesitation, he flew straight to the stands, where you were waiting.

As he landed, he abandoned his broom and ran toward you, arms wide open, uncaring of the crowd around him. In that moment, it was just the two of you, and nothing else mattered.