#mafia!regulus

[ameliora-j]

mafia!character is so big bad and mean till u literally call him pookie bear then he: “(-_-)… ╭( ๐_๐)╮…(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)”

[gabihime-jegulusseeker]

jegulus incorrect quote pt i would like to know

Dumbledore: Did you take out The youngest black as I requested?

James: Regulus has been taken out, yes

Dumnblehore: You have my grat-

James: It was a great restaurant

James: We had a romantic candlelit dinner

James: Regulus proposed afterwards- we’re filing the wedding papers

[deathnguts]

Ok mafia bartylus AU again BUT Barty’s not mafia he’s a detective. His father is chief of police, he graduated early and is an absolute whiz kid at cracking cases and locating drug rings and finding teh right people so that along with his nepotism privilege gets him put on the very topsy turvy case of the Blacks.

Everyone knows they’re corrupt, everyone knows they have big hands in major deals that keep the city’s underground life dark and brooding but all the more alive but no one can prove it. Barty decides it’s going to be him. He gets around to somehow getting Regulus Black in for an interrogation interview, just to ask some questions. But he finds himself… distracted.

That’s not like him, he gets his jobs done. But it truly very hard to focus when the youngest Black has that look in his really very pretty eyes: like he plans on eating Barty whole, like Barty’s already wandered in between his jaws. He keeps ‘accidentally’ nudging Barty’s leg with the tip of his shoe under the table, he’s far too confident in himself and far too relaxed in the station to be really saying anything important. Barty doesn’t get anything out of him so he needs to see him again. For answers, obviously. Regulus offers, like the minx he is, that barty follow him to somewhere a little darker, a little quieter, where they can really talk.

Barty can tell he’s entering a trap, maybe he’s already one foot inside. But regulus is really so convincing, and he holds everything Barty needs close so it’s best he listen, really, for the case.

Safe to say they don’t end up doing much talking over the course of their little meet ups.

But Barty finds himself being accepted into the belly of the beast. He really is getting information now, from regulus sometimes but usually those who work for him that are observant enough to sense Barty is way less of a rat he thinks himself to be, he’s even being offered tastes of life down there and he loves it. He finds himself mourning the dark of the night when he has to return home in the morning, he finds his simmering detest for his father and his life boiling over now and he can’t get it to stop. He finds himself longing, longing, longing for regulus every moment they’re not together. More more more, he needs more.

Just Barty’s love for regulus blooming all the truest but darkest parts of Barty. Corrupting him some would say, but everyone important knows he was always meany to be this way if he was meant to truly live at all. And Regulus wants nothing more than to see him thrive just so, by his side of course.

[viviandarkbloombartylusversion]

Bartylus fic where Barty is the son of Italian mafia leader Bartemius Sr. and Regulus is sent in by his parents who run a rival mafia to infiltrate by making Barty fall in love with him (Barty falls first but Regulus falls just as hard and they're crazy for each other and kill everyone and get away with it???)

[miidnightpoet]

Art Heist, Baby spoliers

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finished “art heist, baby!” this week and as i got closer to the Copenhagen chapter i was anxiously trying to figure out who was gonna die

for a while i thought it would be James and then we’d get revenge arc Regulas

obviously didn’t happen but now i’m in the mood to write some Jegulas fanfic

So please Art Heist, Baby! fans hear me out

University AU

Rivals to lovers

James falls first, Regulas falls harder

best friends brother trope

James, the son of well known politicians is attending university to become a lawyer

Regulas, son of the very prominent and powerful Black family. (rumoured to be involved in some shady stuff) is also studying law.

so they both have a bunch of classes together, James wants to be the best, Regulas is expected to be the best

James and Sirius are roommates

Peter and Remus are roommates

they live beside eachother

Regulas lives in a single dorm but Barty and Evan are in the dorm beside him, they’re friends

difficult relationship between the Black brothers

i have visions for this but like woild hall read this?

this is the vibe board i made

[velvetcloxds]

LITTLE BIRD | S.B.

word count: 2.2k

warnings: mafia!sirius, secret agent!regulus (not related to sirius in this au), prince!james, princess!reader, potter!reader, bodyguard!lily, future prince!remus- when I tell you I want to make this a series sooo badly, I've so many ideas

summary: when your parents go missing and hoards of people are trying to get into the palace to hurt you and your brother, you have no choice but to go and get help from the last person your parents would have you be associated with

There was a vibrant hum in the palace as you walked down the stairs, hearing aggravated groans filled with words that you simply knew they’d have swallowed had you already been in the room. You expected no less in your parents’ absence, everyone wanting to have their say in managing the situation at the gate, nearly hundreds of men and women gathering in angry hoards as they tugged at fencing, threw at windows, and cursed into the air. There were many opinions, always were, however, a queen and her husband missing and leaving her children to command her country while she was indisposed, prompted all the more than usual.

The door to your mother’s office opened from inside, strange faces meeting you as you stepped into the doorway, a silence shivering over the small space as James sighed, almost relived as men backed away from the corner, they’d talked him into, merely bowing their heads in acknowledgment of your presence.

“Ah,” he began and brushed his shirt into place as he nodded towards you. “Little sister, I assume you’ve come to enlighten us on the only right way to handle our little predicament?” he mused, and you knew his tone to have a familiar mix of sincerity yet belittlement to it.

Your brother was an odd creature, unlike either of your parents, unlike you for that matter. Never one for the politics of your home, the weight of your family, much rather cooped up in his room with his paintings, he’d have himself starved yet inspired instead of sitting about the throne dealing with issues of state. He was wise in his personal endeavors, but foolish in his belief that the Potter name held no purpose in his life, despite your shared responsibilities he’d always managed to twist your lives to benefit his own, though admirable for some, it left you plastered in his misfitting shoes.

“Consider the problem already solved,” You began and as if on cue, Lily came stumbling into the room behind you, momentarily stealing the men’s attention before demanding eyes fell back onto you. “Though I’m sure my parents appreciate council being offered so graciously to their children, I can assure you that we are capable of managing our own affairs,” You explained and cleared your throat as you stepped aside, hands folded in front of you as you waited for them to understand your request.

“I think what my sister is far too kindly trying to say, is that our mother fairs well without a bunch of old men telling her what to do and so will we,” James agreed and with a tired shrug he plumped down onto the leather office chair, gesturing the gaping men out of the room with an outstretched hand as he smiled at you. “So, what’re you going to do?” he asked once the room had cleared, assuming you’d miss the way his gaze lingered but a second too long on the woman who hovered at your side, hand resting on her gun halter as she looked at her feet.

“What I always do,” you informed him, allowing an arrogant smile to tilt into your lips, knowing it had no place there yet having no control over it all the same. “Clean up your mess.”

It was not long before you were pulling your coat around your body, ignoring the warnings that Lily was mumbling, a well-known mantra much like the one she’d heard from Regulus when he was training her to be your guard and much like you did to him, you paid the words no mind. You pulled the hood over your head as you reread the map on your phone to guide you in your escape, feet leading you past the staff rooms, through the fire escape that led you right into the hidden gardens where James thought he could smoke in secret.

“Princess, your parents wouldn’t approve of this,” Lily whispered, peering around the lawn as you opened the hidden latch that was made by the very person you were running to see. “Now is not the time to take this risk, not when they’re not here to get you out of trouble.”

“I have no choice, you know that, and they’d know that as well,” you bargained, knowing she had no intentions of making you stay when she followed you out of the gate and to the outside, the shouting and stomping growing louder as the two of you looked around for the car that he’d sent for you.

Not a word more was exchanged on the way from the palace, familiar apprehensive looks shared as the driver kept his eyes on the road, only looking down when his phone chimed with a text from the man in question, you presumed. You were unnervingly accustomed to the entire ordeal, knowing that despite the risk you were taking, the reward would be far greater, worth much more as you considered your choices. Lily was right when she spoke about your parents. You were making your own bed, as they’d taught you to, but they’d never approve of who you were inviting into it. You thought you’d have more time, time to butter them up to what was shaping up to be a yearlong conversation in hope for peace, but you’d never accounted for riots at your front door or death threats with blood stains thrown through your window.

The car eased to a still in front of the cold brick building, a hand on your back guiding you out of the street, away from wondering eyes as you looked back to see if Lily was close behind, the route was no different than before, the unhappy glares and whispered musings of disapproval being of no bother as you waited to be taken to his door.

“Princess,” a voice snarled, and you had no restraint as a frustrated breath left your lips, your mission was brought to a stop as a man stumbled into your way. “It’s been quite a while since we entertained royalty on this side of town,” he noted and you mustered a look of faux surprise, shaking yourself from the grip on your back as you looked him up and down.

“That might be true, but I am not here as royalty.”

“Aye? Who are you here as then?” he persisted and you scoffed, knowing that by the sudden silence that sauntered into the air the man in question was not far from the little scene that’d been formed, disrupting his time.

“My friend,” the thick accent fled through your senses as though it filtered through your veins, his frame begging your gaze to drift to him and it obliged, always did, a teasing smirk on his lips as he looked down at you from atop the stairs. “Does anyone have a problem with that?” he prompted, and it was as though the simple words held piles of threats as the men separated to make room for you to walk.

“Princess,” Lily gave a frustrated scoff as she was stopped at the foot of the stairs. “Be careful,” she insisted before you followed the man of the house to the office that you’d spent many nights hiding from the world, debating a settlement for families only known as foes.

“Sirius,” you sighed, closing the door behind you and smiling when he pushed himself onto the empty desk that sat askew in the corner of the bare room, his eyes trailed slowly over your face, trying his best to decipher why you were there without you saying anything, he had a frustrating habit of doing so quite successfully. “I need a favour,” you breathed after a second that seemed to last forever, squirming slightly under his gaze despite it being far from strange.

“I assumed as much,” he teased, nodding for you to go on as you walked towards him, tugging the hood from your head, fingers moving to ease everything back into place.

“There are people rioting in front of my home, threatening us, promising to kill us,” you began and stilled right at his side, looking down at the city as it lay in the streets, cars pulling up and then pulling away after mere minutes, a notion that you would’ve questioned in the past had you not learned to keep your nose from his business.

“I saw,” he leaned back against the wall to see you again, no doubt missing the smile that dipped into your mouth as he proved without much prompt that he cared at least slightly if you had managed to escape unharmed. “How did you get out?”

“Same way you get in.”

“Clever girl,” he tutted, and you’d have laughed at him if you weren’t to be in his debt in the future. “What exactly do you want me to do, hmm? Riots at the palace seem more like a job for the police, no?”

“They’re wearing your name, Sirius.”

You didn’t know how long you were supposed to pause after that. You were somewhat expecting him to jump to his own defense, half expecting him to accuse you of mistrusting him, yet you knew neither was to happen. Trust was a rather strong word to use for whatever the relationship was that you had. You knew he was true to his word, knew he would not allow you to come to any harm and though your power was much less than his own, you’d try to do the very same for him. Though beyond all of that, you knew that as many troubles lay with your name, there were many that laid with his own. He was a criminal, after all, some of the worst of his kind and you were in his home, begging him to help you when you knew it would earn you heaps of problems in turn. Your mother would have your head, she’d have his too. She didn’t take out his family, his entire line of kin just for you to allow their kind right back into your lives.

“They’re not mine,” he offered, and his hand settled on the table next to yours, tilting his head to see what you were looking at, humming as if to acknowledge your train of thought. “That’s part of our little agreement, is it not? Our little settlement of peace? I may not harm your family as revenge for what your mother did to mine, and you let me make a quick buck off taking out the bad guys the police miss,” he sighed at that, noticing the way you rolled your eyes at his almost mocking tone as he mimicked words that you’d spoken out of serious intents to do good. “Those men are trying to hurt you, Y/n, if they were mine then I’d have them tied and beaten already, you understand that don’t you?”

“Of course, I do,” you sighed, and though you should be very much appalled by his words, you found an odd sense of comfort in his reassurance, smiling with him as he nodded at you.

“Good. Now, do you want me to take care of it for you?” he asked and needed no answer to know that that was exactly what you’d come here for. “I sent men down as soon as you texted me. The gate will be cleared by the time you get home,” he explained and chuckled softly at the shock that sifted onto your face. “You think I’m not the first one to know when you’re in trouble, little bird?  Though, I’ll admit, you were very brave coming all the way here, would not have known you were nervous had it not been for those,” he informed you as he pointed to your shaking hands, you’d hoped your grip on the table would’ve hidden it, but it seems you were very wrong, warmth spreading across your cheeks.  “You’re shaping up to be quite the leader, you know, your mother would be proud.”

“So would your father.”

“Oh, I would not say that, bowing to a Potter is what he regrets most.”

“I’m sure,” you smiled, looking up to the door when Lily stumbled through it, just like before, the same look on her face as she looked between you and Sirius.

“Your parents were just brought home by Regulus and the rest of the CIA,” she explained, holding the phone out to show you the picture of them arriving at the palace and you had to shake your head at the timing, Sirius’ words being anything but empty as there was not a single soul out on front of the place, barely any evidence left behind of the reason for your visit except for abandoned signs and makeshift weapons.  

“I have a new car waiting for you outside,” Sirius announced and shrugged when you looked at him with what any normal person would describe as awe, though you’d never dare to label it as such, merely an appreciation for his capabilities. “I’ll call when you get home.”

[allthingsbartylus]

God i need more mafia au Bartylus.. Enemies to lovers, opposite families, meeting in secret, always in danger, never knowing if the other one is alive, not being able to protect each other but desperately wants to.. I NEED MORE OF THEM!! also just.. Barty with knives

[crimsonlovebartylus]

bartylus nation, i present to you a mafia bartylus one shot written by my amazing bestfriend. <3

[of-many-fandomss]

Guess who loves mafia!au’s?? *raises hand* I do! Send in some requests :)

[i-need-of-a-hobby]

if i were to write a jegulus and wolfstar fic based loosely on the 1920s new york mafia, would anyone read that or am i crazy?

[catcheroflies]

oi i redownloaded instagram after not having for months and all i can say is i missed the fanart 😔 and maybe the skittles mafia gc that may or not be occurring

[vxntagedior]

Your regulus has me giggling on the floor like a fool fuhgrthjhgxse can we get some mob!reg where reader touches his gun

"put that down." regulus sighed, looking up from his papers, seeing you standing at the doorway, pointing his gun at him.

he knew you wouldn't shoot him, there weren't any bullets loaded anyways.

looking back up you were still standing there, regulus just smirked, "you trying to intimidate me?"

you tried to hold in your laugh, failing miserably.

hearing you giggle, regulus couldn't help but smile, "come."

finally making your ways towards him, throwing his gun on the desk, coming around to his chair.

spinning to face you, regulus rested his hands on your hips, rubbing his thumb against it.

"next time, i see you with my gun, there will be repercussions, yes?"

"yes." you nodded obediently.

"go." he pressed a kiss to your hand, sending you out of his office.

[samynnad102687]

Keep Talking and See What Happens

@struttingstag

April 26 Prompt: Keep talking and see what happens | 1943 words | Jegulus

CW: NSFW, Murder, graphic depictions of violence

"I'm on my way back now," James said into his Bluetooth headset.

"Did you get what I asked you to?" Regulus asked as he winced on the other end of the line.

"Yeah, I got it. Why aren't you in bed?"

James hiked the bag up on his shoulder and crossed the road. He ran to the shop to pick up some more medical supplies. Regulus was supposed to be in bed and James was only ten minutes away from the house.

"I'm fine, James."

"If you were fine then you wouldn't be wincing," James replied aggravated. "What was so important you couldn't wait ten more minutes?"

"Stop worrying. I just went to the bathroom." Regulus scoffed as James heard the bed squeak from the new weight. "Besides, it's not like I got shot or anything."

"No, you just got stabbed in the gut because you felt like taunting the Death Eaters."

"Worth it."

"Reg, you need to-" James paused when he realised where he was and who was headed straight for him.

James was five minutes away from his and Regulus' safe house and the Death Eaters were on their territory, which was reason enough for James to take them out. But considering he only had one pistol and a dagger that wasn't a viable option without them retaliating. He also wasn't going to lead them to Regulus. James turned down an alley that led him in the opposite direction and secured the backpack onto his back.

"James?" Regulus asked, clearly concerned based on his tone.

"It's gonna take a little longer, love, but I'll be there as soon as I can," James replied calmly as he slowed down his steps to a leisurely pace. He could feel them following him. "Just got a couple of visitors, that's all."

"Be careful, Jamie."

"Always am, love."

James hung up the phone before he dialled Sirius' number.

"What's up?" Sirius asked on the first ring.

"Might need a clean-up in a little bit."

"Got it. Is your location on?"

James pressed a button on his Bluetooth that sent Sirius his location.

"It is now."

"Got it. How many?" Sirius asked clinically as James heard some rustling in the background.

"Up to three."

"Where's Reg?"

"Safehouse."

"Good. I'll have Remus swing by in a minute."

Another couple of key details and James hung up the phone. He could see them in the mirrors of some of the buildings. It wouldn't take long before they caught up to him, not that he was really trying to get away from them. James started bobbing his head as if he was listening to music. He watched as they increased their pace.

"Well, what do we have here?" Snape taunted as he grabbed James's shoulder to stop him.

"You say that as if you aren't in our territory," James drawled in a bored tone as he pretended to pause his music.

"As if you can do anything without the infamous Black Brothers," Mulciber scoffed.

"I can do quite a lot actually," James smirked devilishly.

"Oh, he's so tough, isn't he?" Avery asked Snape.

"I'm surprised they haven't dropped your ass yet. It's not like you could provide them with anything."

James could feel his patience waning. He wanted to get back to Regulus and take care of his wound before it got any worse. But dealing with these assholes and getting them back to their own territory would have to come first. Sadly. James sighed as he watched the three attempt to rattle him.

"Say, how is dear Regulus? His cousin was wondering," Snape smirked as if he wasn't already on James' list.

"He's perfectly fine. Thanks for asking and you can tell dear Bella that we will decline her offer," James remarked evenly.

"You know, I knew I should have aimed a little higher but Little Reggie does have such a pretty mouth on him. Sharp tongue too. I'm sure we could find a use for it," Mulciber replied suggestively.

"Keep talking and see what happens," James gritted out as he unhooked the snap holding his pistol in place on his hip.

He had had enough of their bullshit.

"Oh, are you gonna call your little guard dog to do something about it?" Avery cooed.

"No." James shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly as he cocked his hip.

"No?" Snape asked with a raised eyebrow. "Oh, poor little Potter thinks he can do something about it by himself," he mocked.

"And what are you going to possibly do?" Mulciber laughed but it died on his tongue as the bullet pierced his brain.

James had his pistol out and ready before he even started talking, not that any of them noticed. He was the picture of nonchalance as he returned his pistol to its holder. It didn't take long for the other two to realise what happened after his body fell to the ground. By that time, James had his dagger in hand and was waiting for them to make the next move.

It was Avery who charged at him with a knife of his own. James was surprised that neither of them thought to bring a fucking gun with them, not that he wasn't grateful. James preferred his dagger anyway. He preferred getting up close and personal with them. A firearm was too impersonal most of the time but it was effective when he wanted to make a quick point that couldn't be misinterpreted.

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" Avery shrieked.

James adjusted his stance and flipped the dagger in his hand so the blade was concealed by his forearm and made it easier to slice when needed. He smirked and beckoned them forward with his other hand in a 'Give me your best shot' motion. He let Avery get close enough to swipe his blade and nearly catch James in his side but James was quicker and sliced a long gash into his back as he stumbled past him.

Avery screamed and when James looked back to see him on the ground, Snape snuck up behind him and caught him in the side. It wasn't deep but it was enough to sting and bleed. James turned towards him with a glare two seconds before he connected his fist with Snape's nose, shattering it on impact.

James smirked while Snape grabbed his nose. James stalked towards him to punch him again but clearly, Avery didn't know how to stay down and punched James in the ribs. Two against one wasn't fair but it also wasn't anything James hadn't dealt with before. He growled as he grabbed Avery by the back of the neck and slammed his face into the building next to them, dragging it along until he was next to Snape. Snape was trying to stand up but James planted the sole of his boot into his back to keep him down.

"How's this for tough?" James asked calmly as he slit Avery's throat and watched the life drain from his eyes.

James tossed his limp body aside and focused his attention back on Snape, who was trying to crawl away from him.

"As for you," James bent down, grabbed him by his hair and yanked him back up. "You're going to deliver a little message for me."

"I'm not doing shit for you," Snape spat and James smiled devilishly.

That was exactly the response he was hoping for. James pinned him up against the wall and used his body as a punching bag, landing punch after punch until he was limp in James' hands. As much as he wanted to just kill all three, he needed to make a point. James was covered in blood and had a few scraps but nothing he couldn't take care of when he got back to the safe house.

"Let's try this again. You got your listening ears on now?" James asked as he slapped Snape until he fluttered his eyes open.

"You tell Bella that we decline her offer. There is nothing that they can offer for the Black Brothers to return to them and the next time she sends a weakling into my territory, she'll get the remains in pieces one by one until my point is made clear," James spoke in a tone that was so deadly calm that you could hear a pin drop on a pillow before Snape nodded slightly and James dropped him onto the ground and watched him scramble back to where he came from.

James was securing his dagger back into its holster on his arm when his Bluetooth rang.

"Did you enjoy that?" Sirius asked with a laugh in his ear.

"Is that even a question?" James countered as he picked up the casing off the ground.

He didn't need to since Sirius was nearby for cleanup but it was habit. He'll leave the bullet for Sirius to find though.

"Reggie is with Remus but he keeps trying to leave."

"Yeah, I'm on my way back now," James remarked as he headed out of the alley and back towards the safe house.

It didn't take him long to get there. When he walked inside, he could hear Regulus arguing with Remus to let him leave. Luckily, Remus was just as stubborn as Regulus. James shook his head as he took off his boots and the bag from his back before he walked to the bedroom.

"Love, stop arguing with Remus," James remarked from the door frame he was leaning against.

"Jamie," Regulus said with so much relief in his voice that it broke James' heart a little to make him worry. "You're bleeding."

"Yeah, you should see the other guy," James smirked and Regulus threw a pillow at him before he winced from the pain again. "Okay, that's enough of that. Lay back and let me take care of you."

"I can take care of myself," Regulus grumbled.

Remus quietly left the room after checking that James was okay. James brought the bag over to the bed and started laying out the supplies next to it. He lifted Regulus' shirt to see how his wound was healing. It still looked an angry red and would most likely scar. James removed the bandage before he cleaned the dried blood and applied a healing salve to soothe the redness and help the swelling go down before he placed a new bandage to keep out anything that would infect it.

While James was working, Regulus was trying not to flinch but no matter how many times you get shot or stabbed it still fucking hurts. When James was finished with Regulus, he took off his bloodied shirt and tossed it to the side before he looked in the mirror to assess the damage now that the adrenaline had worn off.

"Who the fuck cut you?" Regulus asked angrily.

James looked down at the cut right above his left hip and sighed, "Snape."

"I'm gonna kill him," Regulus spat as he tried to get out of bed again.

"If he's not dead already," James mused as he thought about how he should have killed him as well.

"You didn't kill him?"

"No, I sent him back with a message for your dear cousin, Bella."

"Why do you get to have all of the fun?" Regulus pouted.

"I don't have all the fun, baby. I just don't antagonise the rival gang for the hell of it."

James walked over to the bed to kiss the pout away. When he pulled away, Regulus reached out to trace the cut gently with a sad expression on his face.

"I still want to kill him."

"I know you do, baby."

Also posted on Ao3: Should Have Listened

[msmoony7]

in the meantime while i’m working on my story, be sure to check out the one my friend and i are working on!! it’s called “dusk till dawn” and it’s posted on ao3 under the name “inkymoon16.” it’s a mafia au w our own creation. i may be biased, but it’s really good so far!

[thestarchaser]

TQG: Chapter 5

[miidnightpoet]

hey gang

lowkey feel bad i haven’t posted anything about my jegulus fic since the og post

so here’s the pinterest board and name reveal

drum roll please 🥁🥁🥁

A Sea Of Drowning Stars

i’ve written around 1300 ish words but not enough to end the chapter but it’ll be out soon!!!

im tagging a couple people who seemed interested soreu if y’all don’t wanna be tagged just lmk!

@takemetoterrasenpls @olivias-ramblings @sks40028052 @ahuman1020 @spicybearnaise

(also another collage!!)