Title: No silence, no secrets

Pairing: Regulus Black x Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Published: 10 June 2021

Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore

Request: By Anonymous on Tumblr

"so you've got one character, with their back pressed against the door, fighting the urge to kiss the character on the other side of the door, but the tension is unbearable... – Regulus Black x Reader"

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As usual, Regulus was seated across the little table in your dormitory, helping you with the newest potion essay you have been trying to finish for the last couple of weeks. He has become your crutch, keeping you in one piece before you were about to burn all your work with a simple flick of your wand in frustration. He was worried about you as he often found your eyes wandering around the room, meeting his gaze only for a second as he was explaining something to you. When he finally caught your attention, even if only momentarily, you quickly lowered your head and found your painfully empty parchment more interesting.

He didn't understand at first what was happening to you, especially because you have never been acting in such a strange manner around him. However, as the days passed, he often felt your gaze on his face as he was working on his own essay. He thought it was only a coincidence, but that was only until he realised how quickly you looked away when your eyes met, how awkward you became when he caught you staring. He could have blamed it on shyness, but after years of friendship he was certain he knew you better than that.

As he sat across the little table, scribbling down notes at the bottom of his paper, he felt your gaze on him again. You made it rather hard to miss with your elbow propped up on the table, your face leaning into your palm as you forgot your eyes on him. Many times, Regulus felt the need to say something, but he didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable. He knew you would speak once you were ready. So, instead, he just sat across you in complete silence. Though the action itself seemed easier in his mind than to physically execute it. His cheeks flushed under your intense gaze, his quill barely touching the parchment as each word he planned to dot down disappeared from his mind.

Lifting his gaze from the paper, he met your eyes. Realisation hit you quickly as you noticed you have been shamelessly staring at him for the umpteenth time, your eyes growing in surprise. You licked across your bottom lip and fidgeted with your hand in your lap, stalling, trying to find an excuse, but for some reason you couldn't take your eyes off him, you couldn't look away. He was one of your best friends, you knew what you were doing was wrong, but you couldn't stop yourself from studying his perfectly arched brows, those grey eyes you have found yourself lost in so many times before, his pink lips that were slightly chapped and the soft black locks falling in his eyes as he leaned above the table.

"How long are we going to do this for?" He asked, arching his brow in a questioning manner. He didn't want to push you, but he couldn't wait for you to open up, it's been days, might even be weeks since you have been giving him extra attention.

"I have no idea what you are talking about," you said as you started closing all your books and rolled up your parchment, trying to occupy your hands to keep them from shaking in fear of being found out.

"I can see what you are doing," he furrowed as he watched you standing up from the table and finding anything and everything to touch and rearrange just to avoid talking to him. "Talk to me," he pleaded with you, his voice the lightest you have ever heard. Standing up from his place, he watched you silently, hoping you would turn to him, but you didn't move. He walked up behind you, placing a hand on your waist, his touch gentle on your skin under the feather light material of your shirt. You turned around, your eyes meeting his soft gaze as he placed his other hand on your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb, trying to sooth your worries. "There's never been silence and secrets between us. We could always talk about everything," he spoke as he brushed your hair behind your ear, his effortless touch burning your skin.

Clearing your throat, you took a step back. "Let's just finish for today, we will continue tomorrow," your words were nothing but a rush of sounds he could barely understand, before you walked around him, trying to create a healthy distance between the two of you. If he stepped any closer, you knew you wouldn't have been able to think clearly, so you did what you excelled in and avoided him. Stalking towards the door, you opened it for him as he let out a heavy sigh, understanding you wanted him to leave, but he couldn't get his legs to move. He wanted you to open up and be honest, to finally tell him what deep down both of you knew, both of you felt. He didn't dare to bring up the subject though, afraid of you not being ready. So, he waited.

You held the door open, hand shaking on the doorknob hidden behind your back, gaze falling to the floor. Even attempting a simple task such as establishing eye contact seemed more difficult than ever. You didn't want to look into those eyes, you didn't want to see him pity you, feeling sorry for his little friend. A heavy weight fell from your chest as he finally stepped towards the door, but instead of leaving, he halted right in front of you, placing a finger under your chin to lift your gaze. Though you obeyed, your eyes fell onto the exit as though you wanted him to leave. Whilst a part of you did, another part of you wanted to tell him how you felt, wanted to look into his eyes and tell him how important he was to you, but you cowardly looked away, fearing what you might see in his eyes. "Look at me, please," he pleaded, but you just pushed the door further behind you, opening the exit wider as an indication. A heavy sigh left his lungs, before he wordlessly nodded and walked out the door, watching you as you closed it without even looking his way.

Leaning against the door, you heaved a deep sigh, hiding your face in your palms, gritting your teeth in frustration. You wanted to tell him how you felt, you wanted to wrap your arms around him and tell him that there was no silence, nor secrets between you, but you couldn't lie to him. Debating the possibility of him ever returning your feelings felt slim to none, but you knew you couldn't stay his friend when you could barely look at him without forgetting your eyes on him. Another sigh escaped your lungs, hoping to get rid of the suffocating feeling settling in your chest. Maybe telling him would be the right thing. Even if you knew he wouldn't return your feelings. After years of being the closest person to you, someone who knew you more than you knew yourself, he deserved the truth.

Meanwhile you debated your options, Regulus pressed his back against the other side of the door, his head falling back against the wooden panel, silently cursing. He didn't want to push you, he didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, but he needed you to say something. He clenched his jaw as another curse fell from his lips, hoping he didn't screw up more than he thought he did. If it depended on him, he would have pulled you in his embrace the moment he felt the curve of your waist under his hand, he would have pressed his lips against yours as he caressed your cheek, studying your lips, feeling too close but too far at the same time. He wasn't sure why he was waiting for you anymore, why he was giving you time. He felt the same after all and unlike you, he was ready to say it. Another curse left his mouth, as he replayed the images of him holding onto you, running his thumb along your cheek, the proximity driving him crazy, starting his heart off at a dangerous pace. "Oh, fuck it," he muttered.

He reached for the doorknob, turning it in haste and pushed the door open to find you on the other side, holding the other end of the handle. For a second, he forgot to breathe, his lungs barely allowing themselves to expand as he realised you pulled the door open at the same time as he pushed it. A small smile appeared across his face before it began to grow, earning a silent giggle from you. Without any further hesitation, he stepped forward and pressed his mouth to yours, savouring the feeling of your soft lips moving along his, the feeling starting off a whole carnival in the pit of his stomach as he chuckled into the kiss. He didn't mean to interrupt it, but he couldn't contain how happy he was. Though after realising the same, stupidly happy expression on you, he didn't mind anymore.

"We are the worst," he spoke with a light-hearted smile painted on his face.

"If I'm with you, I honestly don't mind," you beamed as you reached for his face and cupped his cheeks.

"Promise me that there will be no more silence, no more secrets," he tilted his face into your palm, enjoying your warmth.

"I promise," you smiled widely, before you pulled him down to meet your lips halfway. 

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