#reggie rosier

[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

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Uncle Bee and uncle Evy with baby luna- a canon interaction Barty: Okay Luna, there are 206 bones in the body, but! I’m gonna teach you how to dislocated someone’s body in 230 ways-

Pandora: Barty, She’s a child

Luna:

Barty: Oh yeah! You’re right.

*turns around for a few moments before turning back with puppets over his hands*

Barty, in somewhat a kermit voice: Hi kids! We're going to show you how to dislocate someone's body! Let's start with the Clavicle region. Do you know where that is?

Pandora: Oh my god

———*after a while*———

Evan: Wait what did you teach her?

Barty: There are 206 bones in the human body...

Evan: Barty! She is a CHILD!

Evan: If you are fighting an opponent your age Luna, there may be up to 270 bones in the human body. Children's bones ares still fusing together. Here is how you can use that....

[genderflouiid]

marauders as things my friends have said

barty: do you think that i’m a sunrise or a sunset?

regulus: i think that you’re a bitch

[mushroom-enby]

Rosekiller girl dads this, rosekiller girl dads that

But how?

What if I say, rosekiller who become foster dads of a little boy who finally has the space to realize she's not a boy (once she finds out uncle Reggie was raised a girl) & end up having a trans daughter because they adopt her once they realize her biological parents would kill her for it :(

Rosekiller girl dads with lore

[winnienora14]

Regulus smiling*

Remus:Regulus?Are you…smiling?!

Barty:Oh my god you are!!! Stop it! You know you’re going to regret it later. What if someone sees you!!!

Regulus:I…I can’t!

Sirius:Who hexed you Lus? Tell me.

Regulus: Nobody hexed me!!

Exasperated Evan:*sighs* James smiled.

Sirius:What?..

Remus:Is this a joke?

Dorcas:Sadly,no.

[fircbolts]

regulus and pandora !!!

[yoongi-regulus]

Evan and Relugus sitting by the lake. Barty just arriving

Barty: hi guys *leans in to kiss evan on the mouth*

Regulus jokingly, not even looking up from his book: what, no kiss for me?

Barty's whole face lighting up

Regulus: .. fuck

[number1abbasupporter]

Pandora: I have a bunch of questions to ask you Reggie

Regulus, skeptically: okay

Pandora: what’s your favorite color

Regulus: green

Pandora: favorite subject

Regulus: potions

Pandora: favorite day

Regulus: sunday

Pandora: what’s your boyfriends name

Regulus: James

Regulus:

Regulus: shit

Evan:

Barty:

Dorcas:

Pandora: my job is done here

[raphael-angele]

The Gift

POV: It's Regulus' birthday and he's opening presents at the breakfast table.

Regulus: Okay, so far I got a journal that cannot be opened unless I'm the one holding it; thank you, Evan. The Cain's Jawbone book; thank you, Barty. A brand new stationary set; thank you, Pandora. And a silver snake ring that has a needle that injects poison to whoever it punctures; thank you, Dorcas.

Pandora: Happy birthday, Reg.

Evan: Happy birthday, buddy.

Barty: Yeah, yeah, yeah, happy birthday and all that. So which one is your favorite?

Dorcas: You kidding? I win by a mile.

Evan: Oh, I almost forgot *pulls out a small box* This is from Potter.

Dorcas: Why was James Potter giving you a gift for Regulus?

Barty: And why was he with you in the first place?

Evan: Calm down. We bumped into each other in the halls and he asked me to give it to Reg.

Regulus: *opens the box* oh wow.

Pandora: What is it?

Regulus: *shows it to Pandora*

Pandora: Aww, that's so cute.

Barty: What is it?

Pandora: It's like an small pin of the golden snitch but instead of a ball, it's shaped like a star.

Regulus: *reads the note* "Still can't believe I caught you. JP"

Dorcas: Aw, Now that's just romantic

Barty: If Potter wanted to be romantic, he'd realign the stars to say, "I am untterly, undoubtedly, and deeply in love with Regulus Arcturus Black. I say with with sound mind and body. Love, James Potter"

Regulus, putting the pin on his robe: So whose gift is that one? *points to a box*

Everyone:

Regulus: ...no one?

Evan: *inspects* Well, it's addressed to you. And it says Happy Birthday. Maybe it's from your parents?

Regulus: Unlikely. Give it? *takes the box* Really nothing written on here.

Barty: Open it.

Regulus: *opens it and gasps*

Dorcas: What is it?

Regulus: *looks over at the Gryffindor table* Nothing *packs up the gifts, stands and leaves* Thanks for the gifts.

At the Gryffindor table:

Sirius: Hey, the birthday boy himself.

James: Oh, hi, babe.

Regulus: Hey. Sirius, a word? *they move a bit farther away*

Sirius: So what's up? Did you need something?

Regulus: The gift.

Sirius: Yeah? What about it?

Regulus: ...help me put it on?

Sirius: ...*smiles softly* Yeah, okay.

In the bathroom:

Sirius: You okay in there?

Regulus: *comes out of the stall with a roll of bandage*

Sirius: What do you think?

Regulus: *runs his hands through his torso, looks at the mirror and turns to the side*

Sirius: It's not too tight right? I think I hooked it on the right row.

Regulus: *cries*

Sirius: *goes up to him* Hey, hey, c'mon, don't cry. It's okay. What's wrong? Is it too small? Does it hurt?

Regulus: *shakes his head* No. It's perfect.

Sirius: Aww, I'm glad. Feels better right?

Regulus: Mhm.

Sirius: *sighs* I told you to stop using bandages to bind. You're gonna hurt yourself.

Regulus: I didn't have a binder to use.

Sirius: Well now you do. And this is a lot safer and comfier. Right?

Regulus: *nods*

Sirius: Yeah. Now, you have to promise me that you won't wear it for too long. If I find out that you've been binding longer than what's safe, I'm confiscating them. Understand?

Regulus: Mhm. I promise

Sirius: Okay.

Regulus: *hugs Sirius tightly* Love you

Sirius: *kisses the top of his head* Love you, too. Now, let's get you to class.

[futurequibblerjournalist]

Au where Regulus, Barty and Evan are somehow roommates and Evan and Barty makes James do an interpretive dance before allowing him to stay the night lmaooo

[iamgonnagetyouback]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀────۶ৎ douchebaguette

synopsis: an argument with regulus takes an unexpected turn when you try to insult him in french—except you don’t quite get the words right. you see "douchebaguette" does not mean really mean what one might think it does. now, barty and evan won't let you live it down content warnings: fluff and you using french incorrectly

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You were seething. Absolutely fuming as you paced back and forth in Regulus Black's dorm, your arms crossed tight over your chest, words bubbling to the surface, but none of them quite appropriate for company.

Unfortunately, you weren't exactly in private. Barty Crouch Jr. and Evan Rosier were sprawled across the two armchairs by the fire, popcorn in hand, looking like they were watching the most entertaining live performance they’d ever seen.

Regulus crossed his arms and scowled at you. His sharp jawline tensed as he fired back, “You’re not even listening to what I’m saying! Why is everything always my fault?”

“Because, Regulus, you never stop to consider how I feel,” you snapped back, your frustration growing by the second.

“And you think you do any better?” Regulus shot back, his grey eyes darkening. “You just assume—”

“Oh, don’t start with the assuming thing! I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t keep everything so bottled up!”

Barty leaned over to Evan, whispering just loud enough for you to hear, “This is better than watching Potter and Black fight in the common room.”

Evan snickered. “Yeah, except with less punching and more, y’know, unresolved sexual tension.”

Your glare snapped to them. “Do you mind?”

They both threw their hands up in mock surrender, grinning like the cheeky troublemakers they were. But the distraction had cost you your train of thought, and Regulus seized the opportunity.

He stepped closer, his voice lowering to that dangerously smooth, velvety tone that always got under your skin. “You’re the one who’s being unreasonable. I don’t know why you’re blowing this out of proportion. It’s ridiculous.”

You narrowed your eyes, your temper flaring again. “Ridiculous? You’re calling me ridiculous? I—”

You opened your mouth, a slew of insults ready to fly, but before you could say anything, Regulus cut you off with a sudden string of French. "Tu sais, tu es vraiment impossible parfois. C'est comme si tu cherches des raisons de te mettre en colère."

Barty and Evan both froze, mid-popcorn chew, eyes bouncing between the two of you. You blinked. Oh, no. He did not just pull out the French card to try and shut you up. The audacity!

"Pardon my French," you began, voice dripping with sarcasm, “but you’re being a douchebaguette.”

Silence.

Evan squinted at you like he wasn’t sure he heard right. Barty looked at Regulus, confused, popcorn halfway to his mouth. Regulus raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips twitching as he processed your words.

“A… what?” he asked, sounding both bemused and baffled.

“You know, a douchebaguette,” you repeated with a wave of your hand, as if the term was universally understood. “Like a douchebag. But French. You get it.”

Regulus, however, raised a brow, his tone icy and patronizing. “Love, baguette is French for bread. And douche means… well, it means shower. So, what you’ve just called me is—”

“A shower wand,” Barty gasped between laughter, his face red. “You just called Regulus a bloody shower wand!”

Your hand, still mid-wave, froze in the air. “A what now?”

Barty and Evan suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter. Evan was doubled over in his chair, clutching his stomach, while Barty fell sideways, practically choking on his popcorn as he howled.

“You—oh Merlin—you called Reg a bloody shower wand!” Barty wheezed, wiping tears from his eyes.

Evan slapped his knee. “Oh, this is priceless. A shower wand—I’m never going to let you live this down, mate.”

Regulus, ever the picture of composure, rolled his eyes at his friends. You, meanwhile, were standing there, blinking, as the realization dawned on you.

“A shower wand?” you repeated, deadpan.

Regulus sighed. “Yes, darling. A shower wand.”

You groaned. “Well, that’s not nearly as insulting as I intended.”

Regulus sighed, stepping forward and taking your hand in his, his calm demeanor only making you feel more ridiculous. “You know, if you’re going to insult me in another language, it helps to know what the words mean first.”

You glared at him, though your heart wasn’t really in it. “You could have just gone along with it.”

He smirked. “I could have, but where’s the fun in that?”

Barty and Evan were still cackling like a pair of lunatics, and you and Regulus exchanged an unimpressed glance. Without saying a word, you both seemed to reach the same conclusion.

Regulus turned toward them and said something rapid in French, the words rolling off his tongue with ease. You caught the gist of it—something along the lines of calling them idiots and suggesting they find a new hobby.

You nodded approvingly, adding your own string of insults in French, which Regulus had taught you.

Barty and Evan blinked at you, completely clueless.

“What did she say?” Barty asked.

“I dunno,” Evan replied, still giggling. “But it sounded bloody rude.”

“Come on,” you said, tugging Regulus toward the door. “Let’s leave these shower wands to their laughter.”

As you and Regulus left the dorm, you could still hear them laughing behind you, but you didn’t care. Regulus squeezed your hand, smirking in that infuriatingly smug way he did when he knew he had the upper hand.

“I can’t believe you called me a shower wand,” he muttered, amusement evident in his voice.

“I can’t believe you didn’t just let me insult you in peace,” you shot back, though your heart wasn’t in it. You were already starting to find the whole thing funny now that the embarrassment had passed.

“I’m going to make sure Barty and Evan never forget it,” he teased.

You groaned. “I’m never going to live this down, am I?”

“Nope,” he replied, popping the ‘p.’ “But I’ll forgive you.”

You rolled your eyes, but smiled despite yourself. “Gee, thanks.”

A few days later, Barty and Evan found themselves lurking near the Gryffindor common room, of all places, waiting for a particular Black brother. It was a low point for them, truly.

“Do we really have to do this?” Barty grumbled.

“Yes,” Evan snapped. “I’m tired of not knowing what they said. Regulus was smirking the entire time, which means it wasn’t good.”

When Sirius finally appeared, they both straightened up, walking over with feigned confidence.

“Sirius,” Evan started, attempting to sound casual, “Can we… talk to you? Alone.”

Sirius raised a brow, looking between them skeptically. “I’m not helping you prank anyone, if that’s what this is.”

“No, no,” Barty waved his hands, “Nothing like that. We just… need a translation.”

Sirius crossed his arms, intrigued. “A translation?”

They nodded in unison, looking awkward. “Yeah, from French,” Evan muttered.

A slow grin spread across Sirius’s face. “And who, may I ask, was speaking French to you?”

Evan hesitated. “Regulus and Y/N.”

That did it. Sirius burst into laughter, clutching his sides as he leaned against the wall for support. “Oh, I have to hear this.”

Barty sighed, rolling his eyes. “They said… a lot. But what we need to know is, um…” He exchanged a glance with Evan, who shrugged. “They called us imbéciles patentés and—oh, and sacrés idiots—”

“Yeah,” Evan added, “and she called Regulus something about a… douchebaguette?”

Sirius stopped laughing abruptly. “Wait. Wait—wait.” He held up a hand, clearly trying to suppress his laughter again. “A douchebaguette? Who said that?”

“Y/N,” Barty grumbled, looking thoroughly unamused.

Sirius stared at them, wide-eyed, before collapsing into laughter again, shaking his head. “Oh, this is brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.”

“Just tell us what it means,” Evan demanded, crossing his arms.

Sirius wiped away a tear, still grinning. “Oh, it means you’re both idiots,” he said cheerfully. “But, uh, douchebaguette? That’s… that’s not French. She was trying to call Regulus a douchebag but added some baguette flair.”

Barty’s eyes widened. “So… she didn’t insult us?”

“Oh, no,” Sirius assured, “You were definitely insulted. But douchebaguette? That’s just art.”

Barty and Evan groaned in unison as they stormed off, leaving Sirius still laughing in their wake.

© iamgonnagetyouback ⋆.˚ please do not copy, translate, or repost any of my work.

[not-rab]

Regulus *deadpan*: I’m like… if depression was a person

Pandora: And I’m like if Pandora was a person!!!

[imheredisappointingmyparents]

Sirius: Hey, guys, you remember that annoying queerphobic girl in school, Joanne? The one that asked questions when James offered to be Lilly and Mary's donor? Yeah. She wrote some weird book about son of James and Lilly? And everyone is straight and cis? Weird, right?

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Fame au combined with killer au and trans Reggie where a news segment was broadcasting live when the reporter, a known bigot, standing outside of Regulus’ shooting era started saying “Regulus Black, Formerly known as-“

BANG

he was shot in the head

viewers are horrified as the screen turns completely black beside a simple sentence in bright white writing

“It’s called a deadname for a reason“

Barty and Evan can’t help but feel proud at their productive date.

[my-castles-crumbling]

An eligible husband.. (a Jegulus and Rosekiller Microfic)

For @imheredisappointingmyparents TW: deadnaming

He knew it was stupid to laugh. He was asking for trouble, really. But it was too perfect. He couldn't help it.

"Evan?" he asked, looking at his mother.

"Yes, Regina. You must marry an eligible pureblood and carry on our line," Walburga explained, her expression steely.

Regulus looked back at Evan's picture and tried not to burst. "You want me to marry Evan," he stated, just to be sure.

"Yes, Regina. We're in talks with his family."

"Right. I...right. I have to go, Mother. The Hogwarts Express arrives soon," Regulus said with a roll of his eyes. In his head he knew that he was more likely to marry the Giant Squid than Evan, but it wasn't worth arguing with his mother now.

-

When Evan joined Regulus and his other friends in their normal compartment, Regulus knew right away that he wasn't the only one who had received the exciting news. It was all over Evan's face.

So he decided to...share the news.

"Evan and I are engaged," He volunteered casually as Evan sat down next to Barty, who immediately yelped and started coughing.

"What? You're-" Barty asked, his face aghast.

But Regulus just grinned, enjoying the entertainment. "Yes, nobody's told you? We've been set up. We're going to be married after Hogwarts."

Immediately, Evan started calming Barty, rolling his eyes and saying he was not going to marry Regulus.

"But Evan! We would be such a good couple," Regulus deadpanned, fighting back a smirk.

"Just wait until your boyfriend finds out!" Evan retorted loudly. "He's even more territorial than Barty!"

Regulus paled, thinking about James's reaction. He didn't quite fancy holding him back from beating up his mother. "I want a divorce," he grumbled to Evan.

[whetherimgonnabeyourwife]

Remus: *very very carefully doing sirius's eyeliner*

Peter: come on guys we're late for the party!

Remus: *whips around*

Remus: if you ever interrupt me again while I'm doing padfoot's eyeliner I will personally gouge your eyeballs out

Peter: *terrified for his life*

Sirius: *distracted- too busy staring at where remus's shirt has ridden up with a dreamy smile on his face*