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[multistanninglifestyle]

"And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am"

-The Goo Goo Dolls

[hidden-for-reg]

august 3: reputation | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 150

Prompts are from the August 2023 collection from the lovely jegulus microfic mod

Regulus knew he had a reputation.

He didn’t do “relationships”. He preferred casual. No attachments. 

This all changed when he started with James Potter though. 

Suddenly he found himself caring about the other man and wanting more than just a fling.

The look in James’ eyes had enough to make Regulus’ heart and knees go weak.

Regulus found himself even getting jealous when he spotted James chatting with other blokes. 

Finally, one day when Regulus had had enough, he grabbed James by his shirt and pulled him into a closet.

James had started to lean in but Regulus shook his head adamantly. 

“I want you,” Regulus demanded, “all to myself. I hate sharing.”

“So we’re dating now? What happened to ‘casual’?” James smirked down at him.

Regulus put a finger on James’ chest. “I told you, I hate sharing.”

James chuckled as he leaned over and locked the closet door.

[moonfulmoony]

im convinced the black brothers were the biggest drama queens to ever walk the halls of howgarts

[not-rab]

james “fight or flight id rather die than have to cry in front of u” potter and regulus “fight or flight id rather lie than tell u i’m in love with u”

[number1abbasupporter]

Lily and Regulus: *dancing together on a table wildly while drunk* James: *watching avidly* Sirius: oooh who are you watching so intensely Prongs Remus, chuckling: oh I think I know Sirius, following James' gaze and laughing: watching Lily I see Peter: not the only person he's watching Sirius: Remus: James: Sirius: what does he mean by that James?

[flowersforfrancis]

Help

[loomis-maxima]

I'm so sorry for making you choose, I also love both of them so it's hard to just pick one but I'd also be open to Regulus x Reader x Tom or Voldemort if you write him too and if you're okay with an age gap fic i feel like this one is either a really angsty or really smutty one thooo

it's actual torture trying to pick between regulus and tom 😭 but i love this sm- my brain is all kinds of fucked up imagining reg x reader x tom bc- but fuck yes. not even a question I'm obsessed (also i may totally be open to writing for voldemort, i didn't know people would wanna read that but I'm feeling the validation for my weird ideas i love you)

[tea-blankets-andstars]

hi hi im gonna talk more about my OC reggie-named after the late regulus black (one of rosekillers twins) because i love them both

Reggie rosier named after Regulus black, the best friend of Evan Rosier & Barty Crouch Jr.

Reggie and Regulus two halves of the same soul

two sides of the same coin

Reggie the June & Regulus the November

Reggie the Soda & Regulus the tea

Reggie the raspberry & Regulus the blackberry

Reggie the bird & Regulus the cat

Reggie the loved unconditionally & Regulus the hated no matter what

Reggie the first signs of spring & Regulus the last slush of winter 

Reggie who was the water & Regulus who was the air

Reggie & Regulus who both fell inlove with there earth

(james & Elio (oc))

anyways i just love babbling about them <33

[runesp00r]

This is how it feels to be Regulus A. Black, forever:

Value.

Consider value.

At the end of the day you must mean something. In the Black family, your value is carved out for you by bloodlines that have eroded paths centuries old and you will trod them, or you will bleed enough to carve your own path into the great unknown.

Sirius bled enough. Sirius got out, and got out bleeding. The idea hurt more than Regulus could stomach for himself or for his brother. Squeamish young child that he was, crying over the dead bird in the tallgrass as Sirius threw dirt on it.

What a privilege to create your own value.

This privilege he was denied for decades. Sourced and resourced, directed and redirected until his blood flows in rivulets down the same trails it always had. Warm on cold flesh and cold stone, cobbled together by years compounded, people compounded, legacies compounded. He knows nothing else than what he is meant to know, and he has to tell himself it’s for the best. Even though the marred expanse of his flesh says otherwise. Says get out. Says follow Brother home like a dog at sunset. Regulus is not a dog.

There’s a lot to say and think if you’re not Regulus Arcturus Black. He sees it on the facts of everyone he knows — or doesn’t know, rather — and hears it in the voice of his brother in the corridors between classes. He sounds different than he had before: lighter, brighter. Maybe the corridors of their ancestral home warped his cadence. Maybe they’d warped him. The description of such changes eludes Regulus in how unfamiliar it is. Is it even Sirius that he’s watching, chucking meat pies at his friends across the house table? Regulus tells himself it isn’t, and when he starts to realize it is, he thinks his brother a fool.

Regulus is not a dog. He will never be a dog. So he will wait. He will wait for his chance like the serpent that defines his house, colors his lapel, his reputation. The serpent in the grass, waiting for the two boys to leave so it can feast on these dead birds. Always waiting.

There is value in waiting to find yourself, indeed. There is value in believing time will unlock the gates at the front of your manor, let you out in the dead of night. Far past the time of following anyone but the moon.

There is value, he convinces himself later, in opening those gates for yourself, on the whim of chance. A reason so infinitesimally small, but a reason nonetheless, to coil and strike and escape. Be gone. Be wild like your dog brother.

(It is beneath you to be like your dog brother. Mother says so.)

There is value, he can finally say, in dying at the gate, with one hand on the iron bars, praying someday that time will bring someone’s hand to hold his and let him out again. There’s value if he can make it for himself. What a privilege to create your own value, if only in one choice and one choice alone.

Regulus considered value as he considered death: all-defining and all-defying of his father’s fists on his jaw, or his mother’s words in his throat, or his brother’s eyes flashing in the darkness of sleep, calling him to a home he’ll never find again.

How lovely it would be to die for your own sake when you’ve lived for everyone else’s.

[sirius-the-sexy-st4r]

introduction! ✮

sirius black (the coolest marauder)

17.

he/him

gryffindor!

bisexual >:)

⭐️ likes -> stars, guitar, rock music, leather jackets, my moon(y), coffee, bowie, quidditch, late night talks and the marauders!

⭐️ dislikes -> my parents :) (its okay to laugh) , feet, homophobes, racists, sexism, bigots,etc.

⭐️ a slut and proud🏳️‍🌈🤍

this is an rp account! 🖤 (dm to join! :)

@remus-notawerewolf-lupin -remuuu💞

@prongsiedadeerest -jamiee☀️

@alice-theherbiologist-fortescue -Alice!!!🤍

@regulus-iliveforthedrama-black -reggie🙄🖤

@marls-all-rocknroll-ishomosexual - marls🎸❤️

@rosie-rosier - evan :) 🔥

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

Barty: I can’t believe James drove out here and told those people to call him if they ever planned on selling their house, just because I thought it was nice

Barty: *tearing up* who does that?

Regulus: good people. Good people do things like that. Hence the reason we don’t understand it

[hidden-for-reg]

november 3: pride | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 214

“Just admit I’m the better flyer, Potter!”

“But you’re not…” whined James in response to Regulus’ remark.

Remus leaned over to whisper in Barty’s ear. “How long have they been arguing again?”

“They’ve been doing this for like 30 minutes,” Regulus’ friend whispered back with a bemused chuckle. 

Remus glanced over to where the Slytherin Seeker was heatedly berating James who kept retorting indignantly. “Should we try to stop them…?”

Barty let out a sharp bark of laughter. “If you’ve got a death wish, sure, mate.”

Remus nodded. “James’ pride’ll never let him admit that to Reg,” he mused.

“And Reg would rather die than let Potter win an argument,” Barty added. 

Then, to the absolute surprise of both Remus and Barty,  after a few more minutes of pointless back and forth, James pulled Regulus in by his waist and gave him a tiny kiss. The shorter boy tried to wriggle out of James’ grip but eventually gave up and settled into it. Remus turned away and Barty did too. The moment was James and Regulus’ now. Faintly, Remus heard James murmuring to Regulus an apology. 

Barty rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue and Remus chuckled. Despite the constant bickering, James and Regulus were perfect for each other. Anyone could see that. 

[moonfulmoony]

rip barty crouch jr you would have loved cult of dionysus

[not-rab]

☀︎ part 4 of my Singer/Songwriter Twitter AU ☀︎

☀︎ part 3 ☀︎ part 5 ☀︎

@malakiwis <3

[theicarusconstellation]

the crane wives really thought they could write arcturus beaming about regulus and i wouldn’t notice

“i never thought id leave the cave / but i’m more curious than afraid” ARE YOU KIDDING

[lunarlivs]

Jegulus is sfupid

oh, this would break my heart i gave even the smallest little fuck about this :// but alas…better luck next time nonnie!! <3