#ft. regulus

[indixscamander]

where: around hogsmeade. who: regulus; @thelionshrt.

There was no way Indi was dressing up as anything but Poison Ivy from the DC Comics — yes, she liked comic books and Ivy was a character she resonated with. Not only was Ivy queen of nature but she was so out of love as respect. Not to mention she was hot. So was Indi when she let herself be and what better time than Halloween to indulge?

As she strutted down the street in the barely there costume that she grew herself, Indi was on top of the world. She could feel eyes scanning her and children’s eyes being covered by their parents. The smile covering the witch’s face was so big she hardly had eyes. The costume was having its intended effect.

She spotted Regulus dressed in flames with Loki sadly beside him. She wondered if he even realized how sad the cat looked with three heads. She and Regulus had been great, long time friends so she had to immediately go over and give him hell.

“Hades?” Indi glanced down at Loki. “What are you doing to that poor cat?” She leaned over and patted each head softly. “Couldn’t you do better than all this mythological …stuff going on around here?”

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

Georgette began to fume so much so that she couldn't speak anymore. She didn't even understand why she was so angry. It was just one of those days and she wasn't having it. This was supposed to be a quick trip but the little gnome made it otherwise. Her eyes were rolled to the back of her head during the entire interaction.

Upon his mention of Georgette's mother, she gave him a death glare. No words. No one talked about her parents. Not because she cared about them but because they didn't care about her and left her at her uncle's feet. It wasn't like it was common knowledge but it always stung whenever they were mentioned. She had a hard exterior but some things penetrated it easier than others. Her mother did hate her. Georgette couldn't breathe but refused to lose eye contact.

She felt the vial leave her hand. At that her fist clenched. She wanted to punch him, show him who was boss. Her voice had lowered to a quiet anger. "I have to be polite? You're stealing all the vials. I assume the patrons would prefer to be able to retrieve their goods than worry about me yelling at a leprechaun."

It was almost too good. The woman had barely needed any pushing at all before she exploded off a cliff edge in fury, and Regulus couldn't hold back his smirk. It was so easy, and he had hardly a care in the world for the other patrons in the store as he continued poking the angry bear. "Oh, daddy dearest has lots of good ideas...it's hard to listen to him though when his dulcet tones are drowned out by my mother's shrill shrieking. Its a wonder I still have eardrums at all," he mused nonchalantly. "Your mother gave you 'rude' as a middle name? She must hate you."

Adrenaline was thrumming through his veins as she shoved him, and he shot her a shit-eating grin as she screamed, entirely unbothered by her sudden increase in volume. "Yes, you should be polite. You're bothering the other patrons with your shrieking," he said smoothly, continuing to pile random potions ingredients in his basket. With a keen eye, he watched what she picked up and as she walked away, Regulus pulled his wand out and subtly cast a vanishing spell on the vial in her hand. The rest of the vials were his, and he cast a quick protection spell over the basket to prevent her from magically stealing one from him.

[fiasco95]

Regulus on his way home from visiting James, his brother and friends in uni for the weekend.

James, drunk and full on sobbing: I miss my boyfriend! Come back!

James, holding his iPad with Regulus’ mid-laugh picture showing: Bring back my husband(boyfriend) from war (college) It’s been 5 years(5 hours) since I���ve seen him!!!

Sirius, Remus, Peter, Dorcas, Marlene & Lily:

Marlene: Godric, somebody do something about him!!!

Dorcas: Let me call Reg-

Lily: It’s literally 3AM?! Let him sleep! Just because his boyfriend is a clingy and dramatic mess-

Sirius: I’m going commit tonight, murder or su!c!de- I’m debating.

Remus: Sirius-

James, crying louder than before because he heard all of them: I WANT MY BOYFRIEND!!

Peter: Me too.

James:

Sirius, Remus, Peter, Dorcas, Marlene & Lily:

Peter, shrugging: What?

Dorcas did end up calling Reg in the middle of the night and put him on FT with James to get him to shut up so they can all go to sleep in peace.

[breadcat-xx]

@jegulus-microfic

17.01.2024 - dream - 403 words

Sometimes, James is afraid all of this might be a dream.

He’s always lived a pretty happy life. He grew up in a warm, loving home with parents who were well-off. He had the best of friends back at Hogwarts and keeps in touch with many of them even now. He likes his job, married the love of his life and they moved into the cosiest of homes a few years ago.

He truly hadn’t believed he could become any happier. And then Harry was born.

James can’t put into words how overwhelmed he feels with love and affection as he watches Regulus feed their boy spoonfuls of the baby food he prepared earlier.

Harry’s chubby cheeks are covered in the green sludge, and his husband has seemingly given up on cleaning them in between bites. James can’t blame him. It’s a rather useless undertaking.

Regulus hums interestedly as Harry babbles nonsensically, and all James can do is watch him in silence. His lover is tired, he can tell, but being the amazing father he is, he puts in unshakable effort when it comes to caring for their son.

It’s inspiring. James finds himself falling in love all over again as he watches him flourish in his role as a parent.

Once the bowl of food has been emptied, Regulus wipes a satisfied Harry’s cheeks one last time and then lifts him out of his seat.

“Let’s go pick out an outfit for Teddy’s birthday party, huh?” He says, smiling at their son as he leans against his chest. “Oh, Jamie, let’s put him in those little overalls we got him, Sirius is going to lose his mi— Are you crying?”

James blinks rapidly in an attempt to get rid of the tears that have started to form in the corners of his eyes. He knows it’s silly, but it’s almost like becoming a dad has made him so much more emotional.

Regulus walks up to him, and when he comes to a stop next to his chair, James wraps an arm around him and allows Harry to reach for his glasses.

“I’m just really happy…” He whispers.

Regulus huffs and looks rather amused by his explanation. “You’re a huge sap, Potter.” He says, but he does lean in to press a comforting kiss to his forehead.

This time around, James is one hundred percent certain; this is what peak happiness feels like.

[florsial]

Aphrodite's Fool and the Deadman's Husband

"I’ll stand by his grave  and remember his name. The way his ring was grey, like his eyes now."

Barty has become accustomed to the glint in Regulus' eyes when he gets up the no good. Years of being friends and boyfriends do that to you. When a plain grey turns into a shiny silver from the light of mischief becoming prominent.

It had been the first thing that made him as pathetically in love as he is now. When Regulus' eyes shined with the idea of an escape plan out of detention, one that would leave a mess that could not be pinned to the group of Slytherins and their token Ravenclaw back in their 3rd year, Barty was a goner since.

He stops seeing the beautiful silver when Regulus gets the dark mark. The other was always seemingly in his head or in his music sheets.

"The way his love was like water, Flowing freely through the bed."

Barty gets dreams of Regulus when his disappearance is marked as death. They are all the same visions of a contorting body, his ears filled with moans and screams so loud that he can't tell if they are hurting his ears or throat.

"I was a thirsty boy then,  and now I am a dying man. I beg in front of Aphrodite, pleading for water."

He doesn't want to count how many days it's been. But his mind continuously does so. It's been 14 years. All 5,110 days he recounts with the vivid memories of no Regulus around. Barty fears he might be forgetting how his lover's eyes would be a light grey when he's feeling mischievous, the long painted nails with black polish, and the original soft black of Regulus' eyes. He feels he's forgetting but he doesn't know what, nor does he want to know what. Fearing it would confirm his fading memory.

Barty just wants Regulus again, to touch him, to hold him, to talk to him. He wants Regulus again. He needs him. Just once more. Just to hear him as well, the way he would chuckle in amusement, the hushed whispers where he would pour his heart out to Barty, and just the way he would call him, "My love."

It becomes more unbearable when Barty finds himself on his knees, praying to the muggles' god with a cheap and worn-down plastic cross he found on the ground clasped so tightly in his hand until his palms and knees are red and blue, bruised and rendering him in pain the next morning. Pleading for a chance to see or hear his lover once more. Pleading for Regulus to just show up and take him away from this imperious hell of the same walls he had always felt so alone in.

He can only beg.

"She laughs because she cannot give it to me. His death was always meant to be."

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

Instead of out front in the store, Georgette had decided to spend time in the back working on her own wands. The wands no one knew about. She could hear the jingle of the door of anyone came in yet she hoped against hope that no one did. She was in her element in the back of the store creating. She didn’t even know how many she had made at that point. She’d been making them since she was sixteen — without Garrick’s knowledge. The only wand he knew about was Georgette’s personal wand she’d made for herself. Her uncle was rather scared at how good her skills were — something she clung to.

She loved the ways wands worked. How they found the right witch or wizard. And, most importantly, how they were pieced together to create something powerful. No wand was the same just as no person was the same. Finding the right wand was like a dance between two partners. It was beautiful. And if Georgette was sentimental about anything it was that.

That stupid jingle finally happened. She dusted her hands off on her jeans as she stepped behind the desk into the store proper only to be greeted by an insulting question. “Ollivander is standing right in front of you,” she said with a deadpan expression.

who: @xgeorgetteollivanderx when: Late morning where: Olivanders Wand Shop

Regulus was desperate. He was very quickly running out of options for his father, ones that his father would find acceptable anyway. He knew deep down, that he was going to have to put his foot down, he was going to have to get a healer to see his father, and it wasn't going to go over well. Regulus only hope to lessen that argument was to truly exhaust all options. Thats what leads him to Olivanders. He never paid much attention to wand lore or what each wand meant, he did however, know that his wasn't meant for healing spells. The Blacks had a long string of wands meant for battles, leading, healing was too...Less than to be acceptable and fit properly into their family. Regulus was desperate though, and if that meant being seen as less than for something as major as saving his father? Well he was going to do it. It was family and nothing was more important than family. He steps into Olivanders in the late morning and he isn't the slightest bit patient when he walks up to the front counter, he also isn't very polite to the girl behind it. "Please tell me Olivanders here today." Its not that he likes the guy, if Regulus was honest, he had scared him when he was a child coming for his first wand. But Regulus could at least trust that he knew his stuff.

[starzzmissthesun]

As requested, here's Harley Quinn and joker bartylus!!!

[danceinthunder]

That new song by Hozier that’s about to come out - Nobody’s Soldier - is super Regulus coded. It is his song, I’ll fight for it.

[adharastarlight]

When you go into public and the public has the nerve to be there:

[xrodolphusxxlestrangex]

[ END ]

( rodolphus ):

“Why is it the hermit rat?” Rodolphus asked himself out loud, still leaned back in his chair. Regulus was harmless but that was part of the problem. He was a little thing that didn’t do much of anything. He hardly talked. He didn’t take action. He was a lump. If he wasn’t a Black Rodolphus would have told him to fuck off right then and there – but he didn’t have to play nice.

If there was anything he hated it was people apologizing. Just do the damn thing, no apologies. If you have to apologize then it’s not worth it. “If you were really sorry you wouldn’t have decided to sit down. Just make a decision to sit down and do it.” He grumbled, “Even if it’s next to me.” Rodolphus said, eyes closed, falling more into the chair.

Regulus kept driveling. Rodolphus finally sat up and looked at him. “Stop. Your. Bitching.” He glared into Regulus’ eyes. “I don’t care that you hate crowds, you little hermit rat. I don’t. Man the fuck up and learn to deal with life whether you like it or not.” He felt like he was talking to his brother. He hated talking to his brother.

“Whatever ‘problems’” he used air quotes, “you have, swallow them whole and tell them to shut the fuck up. Got it?”

✨

         if someone would’ve given regulus the choice between facing against the inferi or keep trying to hold a conversation with the purebloods at this place, he would’ve picked the inferi again. as he tried to stifle a laugh, regulus wondered why his uncle cygnus had allowed the match between rodolphus and bellatrix, in regulus opinion they were much better choices that whatever the lestrange heir was, but then again nobody ever asked for regulus opinion.

         stars, did the whining ever stopped? regulus wondered as he blinked at rodolphus' words. maybe to others rodolphus did came off as intimidating, but being raised by walburga black equaled a life spent dodging objects —made out of glass most of the time— sometimes it was sirius moving regulus out of the way as children, or even taking the hit himself, so regulus was trying really hard to stop himself from snickering. maybe hanging out with sirius was starting to rub off on him. he could not wait to tell his brother about this.

         for a moment regulus considered that maybe this had been his uncle's plan all along, a chance to protect his daughter, a final gift for bellatrix, that if it came down to it, she would've been able to take him on easily. maybe it wasn't a bad match after all. regulus realized he had check out for most of the interaction, so he blinked a few times to bring himself to reality. he smacked his palms against his thighs and used the leverage to stand up from his position on the couch.

         ❝welp, someone's in a mood❞ regulus said with a smile so much like sirius', the universe really did not want people forgetting they were brothers, ❝i'll leave you to it...❞ and walked away, maybe he would be lucky and run into lucius.

[swanandstar]

marauders as TTPD songs pt 1

Fortnight (feat Post Malone): This song is so Jegulus coded. Regulus as Taylor and James as Post Malone. The first lines are so Regulus. “I was supposed to be sent away but they forgot to come and get me/ I was a functioning alcoholic/ ‘til nobody noticed my new aesthetic.” The people that forgot to come and get him are his parents and the functioning alcoholic but us after him and James breaking up being self destructive.

The chorus is James and Regulus interacting “And for a fortnight there, we were forever/ Run into you sometimes, ask about the weather/ Now you're in my backyard, turned into good neighbors/ Your wife waters flowers, I wanna kill her.” Regulus is jealous of Lily and bringing up him and James’s past.

“I took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary/ And I love you, it's ruining my life” The miracle move on drug is a rebound like Barty but Barty is cheating with Evan which ties into the later line “my husband is cheating, I wanna kill him.” “I love you it’s ruining my life” is because all he can think about is James and their past. James repeats it because he’s still in love with Regulus even though he is with Lily.

The last couple of lines “Thought of callin' ya, but you won't pick up/ 'Nother fortnight lost in America/ Move to Florida, buy the car you want/ But it won't start up 'til you touch, touch, touch me” is James talking to Regulus. He wants to rekindle their relationship but he doesn’t know if Regulus is interested. America is representing Lily. The last two lines are saying that he can do what he wants but not to do it without James by his side.

I don’t really know if this makes sense but ever since I heard this song, this is all I can think about. Please someone tell me i’m not crazy lol.

[indixscamander]

✵

who spends hours putting up lights only to get tangled in them and storm off? the only reason regulus tries is because indi begs. it doesn't end up working out.

who accidentally eats a whole box of christmas chocolates in one sitting? indi.

who insists on watching the cheesy hallmark christmas movies? indi, of course.

who insists on playing nothing but michael buble in the few days running up to christmas? indi and regulus hates it.

who gets their presents wrapped at the mall so the other can't go snooping? regulus.

who insists on making snow angels? indi.

who put christmas outfits on all the pets? indi.

do they go to family’s or have a quiet day in? they visit indi's family's home.

who insists on wearing matching ugly christmas jumpers? indi, of course.

who waits up until midnight to give the other their present? indi.

who insists on hand-made presents only one year? indi.

who puts mistletoe on every door frame? regulus. he can't get enough of indi's kisses.

who gets too drunk at the work christmas party and has to be picked up at 9:15pm? indi.

who gets angry and almost tells kids that santa isn't real? regulus. indi punches his shoulder because of it.

@thelionshrt

[impcrios]

@purfanatic

where : mask-making workshop .

regulus had never been much of a crafts person, but he had always loved samhain, so he found himself here regardles, he looks over to his cousin and smirks at his shit attempts at a mask and says, "tell me, cousin, do this look threatening?" he had never been good at crafts but he did try his best.

[weirdraccoon]

At Harry's birthday party.

MC: who's that?

Tom: That's Harry's uncle, Regulus.

MC: Regulus, hum? *Eyes Tom* go distract your dads.

*later*

Sebastian: We're really sorry about this, Sirius- Mr. Black. He should be back to normal in like 5 minutes!

Ominis: Try 5 hours!

MC: Wasn't that a bit much?

Ominis: Shut it before I jinx you too.

*Regulus' pumpkin head looks confused*

*Harry and Tom are laughing so hard they cry*

*MC can't wait to go home and let Ominis remind her who she was married to*

*Sebastian doesn't like being the responsible one*

[indixscamander]

Indi had a stone in her stomach and a stone in her throat. She didn't know how to respond to the interaction. Just seeing his face made swallowing difficult. Her eyes darted around the room as she stood there not able to get out of Regulus' way even though she said she was going to. She had stones in her feet as well. She didn't know what to do. Indi wanted to both give him hell and also cry but she couldn't do anything. She just stood there. Stood there with darting eyes, trying not to look at his. His eyes were kryptonite.

When did this happen? Indi had relationships and flings in the past but this was different. She furrowed her forehead, upset at the thought that it was different. She wasn't ready for anything to be more than fun and this was more than fun. She felt like shit because she couldn't have him. This wasn't fun.

Maybe it's because he's the one person she couldn't have. She could always get other people but she couldn't get Regulus. Yes, that had to be it. Right? Indi shook her head, trying to shake the thoughts from her head. She was thinking far too much. She should have been moving and letting him go on his way.

She didn't expect him to say anything but he did. "You want to talk?" she said softly because of the stone in her throat. She tried to choke it down. She didn't want to look weak. "What is there to talk about?" Indi's voice had come back. "Pandora will be waiting."

Indi still couldn't move.

@thelionshrt

Similar to the way it had when Regulus had seen Indi at the hallows eve fair and how it had when Regulus met her at the greenhouse a few days later, and every time he had seen her since his heart started racing in his chest. He swears it can't be healthy how fast it had taken to beating whenever he was in Indis presence now. It was ridiculous really, he wasn't a bloody teenager, he had no reason to be this affected over what had to be a silly crush. It had to be a crush because otherwise everything planned out was going to fall apart and it would ruin not only his own life, but the fate of his entire family, and he would ruin Pandoras as well. It was just a stupid crush and he would get over it, he had to get over it. Too much was riding on his shoulders to let it be otherwise. Indis tone made him feel ill, his stomach twisted up not only from the way his heart raced but also from guilt. He had hurt her, Regulus had hurt her and he really did feel awful about it. Forgetting everything else, Indi was his friend and Regulus didn't really get to have many of those, much less one that had no reason to be his friend. Really, if anything, Regulus had given Indi nothing but reasons to hate him since they met. He had been annoying and if the situations were reversed he would never have been as kind to himself as she was when he did nothing but talk her ear off. In fact, Regulus had been rude to plenty of younger students when they came up to him asking him about his family, so he knows it for a fact. Indi had always been nothing but kind to Regulus, even back when he was an annoying shithead. She had been nothing but kind and Regulus had hurt her. "I-can we talk, actually? Please? Just for a moment. I won't keep you long." He shouldn't really. He had hurt her but apologizing was really nothing but a selfish move on his part. It was better that Indi be hurt now and hate him than for Regulus to lead her on, thinking something could happen, something they both wanted, when it never would. The idea of Indi being upset with him though was too much, and Regulus, despite Indis claims otherwise, had always been selfish.

@indixscamander

[silversecs]

for walburga: does your muse have any kids? tell us about them!

Sometimes Walburga felt empty when she heard a question about her two boy; regulus and sirius. What could she say? Walburga felt—yes, she felt empty, hollow. She hated feeling that way because most of the time, it was because she was scared. But when she was scared, she was a child again, and she was more afraid of being a child again than anything else in her life. She hated feeling this way. And sometimes she thought to herself how much her loved her boys, her dear boys. She didn't show love; she was cold, cruel, and much worse to others. But with them, it was different—it was almost like a love that she couldn't see herself giving to anyone, not even to herself. She loved those boys, even if she didn't show it enough. She missed the way she used to be; she missed everything, actually. They were the darkest sin she could have. Sometimes she wished they both stayed kids forever, because it felt like they were growing too much, slipping away from her fingers, hugs, and love. And she used to feel that every time they grew up, she lost a part of herself that went with them. Because when someone leaves home, their presence never really leaves.ㅤ "My boys..." Her voice trembled for a moment. She had closed herself off so much over the years that she barely remembered what it was like to feel the tears fall and let her body sink into loneliness. How long had it been since she had felt the skin of one of her boys, since she had even truly looked at them? She wasn't a good mother; she knew that. But she still missed everything the way it was before. "My little king and my little problematic one..." The nickname sounded familiar and nostalgic on her lips as her worn fingers touched the book of innocent fantasies that she used to read to them when they slept. But now, where were her boys to listen? She bit her lip, holding back the tears that threatened to fall. It was in that last moment that she felt truly vulnerable.

also responding to this ask too: for walburga - are you grieving something or someone? do you feel like you lost something or a part of yourself with it/them?