#regulus black . messenger

[risetherivermoon]

Part 8 - Sock's Fame Au

Part 8: A Violent Encounter (Love You James)

Part 7 <- -> Part 8.5

tag list: @jamofsunshine @okaythisisbecomingaproblem @my-beloved-fandoms @p-prettyboyzz

[rblcck]

Messenger: Regulus ⇆ Pen

Regulus: Did you really do an interview with Rita? Regulus: You know what she's like...

@pen-kneeling

[ecstarry]

The One in the Olympic Villa - full fic here

Cheering and applause filled the arena, all for him. Regulus' reputation remained intact as an undefeated champion. He politely congratulated his opponent before heading to his changing room.

He never grew tired of that feeling—winning. He didn’t care for the attention, even though he knew he had several eyes on him, including his family's. Regulus Black could always perform under pressure, even today, with a pair of honey eyes behind glasses that had promised to be there.

Regulus returned to the dressing room and quickly changed, glancing back at the mirror before leaving. He assured himself that there was no other motive for his desire to look presentable.

The first person he saw after his match was Evan. He congratulated him, he had no mercy on his commentary over the match and assured Regulus there was no actual competition. He tried to pay attention to his friend’s compliments but he kept searching the bleachers trying to find the tall athlete with the atrocious hair.

“He left early,” Evan said, and Regulus turned his head to face him, trying to appear unbothered. “He got a text and bailed. Sorry.”

“A man with horrible taste if he isn’t capable of watching a single fencing match. It’s fine.” He pressed his lips together, grabbed the rest of his stuff, and walked toward the villa.

Halfway to their room, Evan got a text that made him smile.

“Who the fuck is getting that reaction out of you?”

“Crouch,” he mumbled while quickly typing a response.

“I can’t believe you’re still fucking him.”

“Reg, I’ve been telling you, there’s no better way to blow off steam than fucking someone you really, really dislike.” Evan seemed to be on a campaign to get Regulus laid more, a campaign with no other supporters.

Honestly, it wasn’t a lack of desire, but Regulus had a criteria for suitors to meet. They rarely did. Potter seemed like a good enough candidate for some fun; what a waste that he was all talk and no action.

He parted ways with Evan and decided to spend the rest of his day watching the tape from today’s match and prepping for his next one.

When Evan returned, he had a box of chocolates and a card in hand. Regulus blinked, confused, as his friend extended them towards him.

“How does fucking Barty result in me getting this attention from you?”

“They’re from James, actually.” Regulus’ amused expression shifted to annoyance.

“I don’t care what he has to say,” Regulus grumbled.

“Whatever, I’m just the messenger. But if you’re that pissed at him, you should try my method out.”

“I won’t reward Potter by fucking him.”

Evan’s approach was not for him. James Potter could go fuck himself. 

[veritas-scribblings]

fool + degree - @jegulus-microfic - words: 1,106

The first time James sees Regulus again, it’s approaching Autumn of 1981 and Regulus is crossing the quad in Pembroke College carrying a stack of books and a coffee, a canvas messenger bag on one shoulder. He looks beautiful, James thinks. He looks French. And, when did he start here? And, when did he get back? And, why did no one warn me?

‘When?’ is all James says, turning to Sirius. He knows he’s standing in the middle of the quad staring at the spot Regulus has left empty. He knows he sounds wobbly and anxious. It’s just that he feels sick: sick with shock, sick with longing, sick with anticipation, sick with regret.

‘Don’t even think about it,’ Sirius says darkly, in a tone of warning, the same tone he had used two years ago when he had told James that he would, slowly and painfully and entirely without remorse, skin James alive. He pushes James along, out of the quad, so they go to get lunch.

It’s been so long since James has seen Regulus, since Regulus ran away to France. Apparently on a ‘gap year’, but one year had turned into two years and James had been so sure for a while that he would never see Regulus again. That he’d missed his chance, passed it by in the dark, because he was blind. An idiot. An idiot who hadn’t realised he was in love until it was too late.

Two weeks pass before James runs into Regulus again. This time, it’s at a campus café where Regulus is ordering coffee: a shot of espresso and a latte. So very French of him, James thinks. And again, he looks so beautiful, because he does.

Regulus is wearing a fitted black polo neck jumper, very classically Regulus Black of him, and his hair is a little bit longer than before he left, falling down past his ears. Though just as silky, looking just as soft. James remembers running his hands through the curls, tucking loose locks behind Regulus’s ear. 

Regulus had let him once upon a time.

James’s breath hitches in his throat. His chest is tight and he can barely breathe. Shifting on the spot anxiously, he steps in and out of the line he’s standing in, turns around, and then around again, trying to catch glimpse of Regulus, watching as Regulus pays and walks towards the door. James knows he looks like an absolute loon, because he’s trying desperately to make eye contact. He can’t be the first one to approach. He’s already promised Sirius. Sirius had made him take an entire oath and everything: that he will leave Regulus be, that he won’t go anywhere near him, that under no circumstances will he try anything.

Regulus leaves. Maybe he didn’t see James. Maybe he did and wants nothing to do with him. Maybe that ship has truly and thoroughly sailed and James has been pointlessly holding onto hope for two years.

The next time James runs into Regulus, he genuinely runs into him. Head on, limbs flailing, spilling Regulus’s coffee all over him. When Regulus swears at him in French, James doesn’t even have time to die from embarrassment and horror. Instead, he melts on the spot (Regulus speaks French now? Of course he does. The world wants to torment James) and breathes out, ‘Regulus,’ his voice husky and slightly cracking.

I’m not dough anymore, James wants to say. I have risen. I have proofed. I have baked. I am bread.

Regulus looks up from where he’d been hastily blotting the wet coffee off his clothing, gaze narrowed in that beautifully Regulus Black way of his. ‘James,’ he says crisply. 

He gathers his books, which have fallen to the floor, and hoists his bag over his shoulder. James knows, in that moment, that he is about to be left in the dust and have to watch Regulus walk away from him. And he isn’t sure he can do that. He made a promise to Sirius—he swore an oath and Sirius views oaths as binding—but James is stupid and James can’t watch Regulus walk away again.

‘Regulus,’ James says again. ‘Regulus. Hello. You—’

Regulus just glares at him. There’s true hostility in that glare, in the way that Regulus keeps looking down at his coffee cup laying in a puddle on the floor between them. ‘You spilled my coffee.’ 

James knows that he should apologise, say sorry for the coffee, say sorry for a lot of other things. But that’s not what he says. 'I’m not dough, I’m bread!’ he blurts out before he can stop himself.

Regulus looks around them, confused, and steps to the side so they’re no longer in the middle of the footpath. ‘What?’

James sighs, realising that Regulus genuinely has no context for what he’s saying because it was a metaphor Sirius had used to explain what had happened after he was done punching James. That James was young (dough, not bread), not yet a complete person, unable to realise his feelings for Regulus before it was too late and he had already hurt Regulus. And Regulus had already run away to France.

‘I’m just…I’m bread now, a complete person, you know, I’ve figured myself out. So, can we talk?’

‘You just…get straight in there, don’t you,’ Regulus retorts. He’s holding his pile of books to his chest like it’s some sort of shield between him and James.

‘I’m sorry,’ James says sheepishly. He picks up Regulus’s empty coffee cup and sets it on the floor by the edge of the foot path before stepping aside so he’s face-to-face with Regulus. ‘Hi, how are you? Are…was France nice? How long have you been back? Can…can we talk? I’m…sorry.’

Regulus raises an eyebrow in that judgmental way of his. ‘You have nothing to apologise for,’ he says, sounding a little tired, ‘whatever my brother has been saying to you.’

‘He hasn’t.’ James shifts anxiously from foot-to-foot. Sirius has stayed far out of all of this. After punching and threatening James, of course, because Sirius will always be a little bit crazy when it comes to Regulus. ‘So…can we? Talk? Maybe get a coffee.’

‘Are you asking me out?’ Regulus smirks a little, clearly enjoying James’s awkward discomfort. ‘How do you know I’m not seeing someone?’

James’s feels himself pale, his stomach dropping out from the bottom of him. ‘Are you?’ he asks weakly. ‘Sirius didn’t…he said…’

Regulus rolls his eyes. ‘No, James, I’m not seeing anyone. We can go and get a coffee. You owe me another one anyway.’

[harrie-fic-center]

regulus black

in another life, perhaps by 4ourmoons

oh, my stars by x_dreamingofdragonfire_x

reggie's bride by ourloveisforthelovely

running messenger by everlovingdeer

slytherin sensibilities by everlovingdeer

stumbling towards love by everlovingdeer

the black heir by everlovingdeer

through the grapevine by everlovingdeer

under the cover of darkness by everlovingdeer

[sinnaminttoast]

Okay here are what I think all of the boys’ hair colors are to me and their length for some of them.

Now whether these hair colors were dyed or they were born with…🤷‍♂️ idk suspend your belief.

Wolf boys|

David: Black hair that reaches to his shoulders and he pulls into a bun like Aizawa from BNHA

Asher: Dark brown fluffy hair with some strands being a lighter brown.

Milo: Black hair (I can never decide his hair style but just know it’s fluffy and long to pull back) kinda like this:

Vampire boys|

Vincent: I think he had black hair originally and then just dyed it silver white. Occasionally you can find strands of black hair.

Sam: Long blonde hair….i feel like there’s not much debate about that

Porter: fluffy light short brown hair!

Special mention Fredrick: brown hair with grayish blue eyes and freckles.

William: Long silver hair that reaches his ass.

Quinn: Messy Black hair

Also she’s not a boy but in my head Alexis has pink strawberry blonde hair

DAMN Boys|

Gavin: Bright red fluffy hair that he takes good care of.

Damien: Wavy long orange hair

Huxley: brown hair that he sometimes pulls into a little pony tail

Lasko: White/grayish hair that is super fluffy and there’s this one strand that never lays flat on his head.

Caelum: Pink hair :3

Kody 🙄😒: Blue

Xavier: White with almost like a light ombré blue at the tips of his hair.

D(a) emons |

Camelopardalis: teal/ light blue hair that has small petals from flowers

Vega: Black hair with strands of blonde/gold.

Avior: Black hair

Regulus: Black with teal highlights

THE BALANCE |

Elliott: blonde hair. He’s my sunshine golden boy

Blake: white hair…he gave me Saeran from Mystic Messenger vibes kind of

Brachium: long white hair

Aaron: Black hair that he has slicked back with some strands falling in front of his face.

PROJECT MERIDIAN|

James: Light blue hair and the man wears black glasses….has nothing to do with his hair but he does. Trust me.

Marcus: Black hair….

Brian: Purple hair

Antón: Black wavy hair 😋

OTHERS|

Hush: Almost like a desaturated blue green

Geordi: Purple hair!

Guy: Messy black hair

Morgan: Deep midnight blue that pretty much looks Black

Ollie: Pink hair that is just fluff ���

Ivan: Blonde

[idle-soliloquy]

Over the sea to Skye

Here's a little snippet from my @marauders-omegaverse-fest submission (first chapter out on the 12th of September). I'm absolutely buzzing for this one! A fair warning, it's MCD (angst lovers, assemble).

James/Regulus, historical omegaverse, inspired by Outlander.

Lily is a natural horseman, a grand rider and an even better caretaker. They’d exchange old tales and tips, discussing horses and fine breeding more than their past or private lives. For James, it is enough. It is plenty. Friendship was something he missed the most, and this place offered it in twofold. He’d lost a dear companion when Sirius departed, but gained another in Lily and her benevolent heart. 

When she offered to smuggle the letters, procuring a messenger who’d be willing to travel all the way to Skye and deliver his word to his family, he shed a tear of joy and thanked her on his knees. She never asked him for anything in return. 

With Lily at his side, all seems well. He lives, and Sirius also, if fate is kind to them. 

One thorn in his side remains; the presence of Sirius’ younger brother, the little lord Regulus Black himself. He is ostentatiously pretty, spoiled and autocratic, and all the labourers, maids and servants of the estate give him a wide berth as much as is conceivable while living in the same quarters. 

James knows little of him, and to his relief, Regulus keeps his distance and never bothers him, or gives an inkling that he’s aware of his entanglement with his older brother. But the threat remains. Sirius’ parting warning rings loudly in his ears whenever little lord Black passes by the stables, giving him a haughty, daring look. 

“Beware of my brother, James,” Sirius said, tacking up his gelding in the dead of night, while Remus worked tirelessly to load their saddle bags with provisions for the gruelling road that lay ahead. “He’s a devil in disguise, more capable than our mother gives him credit for. I tried to cover my tracks, but I cannot know for sure he’s not caught a whiff of it all.” 

“I’ll keep an eye on the rascal,” James assured, giving Sirius one last hug, stroking his taut back and murmuring words of assurance into his ear. “I won’t let him ruin this.” 

[unadulterated-syd]

a/n —

+ i wrote this for myself bc i just got my license and it really stressed me out.. so its very ooc but i don't want ANY comments about it being ooc bc it was MY outlet.

+ again this is for me so he did in fact say bubs, plus im american so im SORRY theres no cool slang in there my british impression is awful and im not trying

+ lastly i didn't edit this so shhhh,, im tagging normal people if u dont want tags that im unsure of pls just ignore this im in an era plus reader refers to them as boyfriends just read it diff if you want its okay theyre forbidden gay or not

» [rocky horror -> billy cobb] «

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staying up late, i should go to sleep.

wandering the halls was not unusual to you, practically an everynight occurence by now. being a prefect, they let you get away with it.

having practically been adopted by minevera and poppy— they understood your trouble with sleeping. they understood why, and they understood aimless walking helped.

they'd always stood in and gave a good word, dumbledore couldn't have been bothered to punish you anywho. some nights you'd even wonder drunkly, mumbling to yourself as you let students slip passed you without punishment.

you had a name to uphold— but you far from respected or supported your family. one of blood supremacy and hypocricy, unfortunately the children of families like yours were forced to adult more than those of age.

you were just like that, so much weight on your shoulders that you far from bothered to let your thoughts hurt you. you'd become responsible for ignoring them.

similarly, you'd become familiar with sirius black through this similar ideaology. familiar. you were far from 'friends', though people with similar stories, two who found comfort in one another from afar.

this led you to be familiar with all the marauders, though you'd far from a mustered a word to any of them— they knew you were on their team, when needed. at any word you'd betray your dreaded house.

i should go to sleep, its tuesday but i can't stop— thinking of your skin

there was one exception to your marauders rule, you had spoken to one. more than spoken, you'd held dear on many occasions. whom cared to much fot everyone around him.

you'd been practically forced to a gryffindor party— sirius had insisted on you recieving an invitation, though he was not the messenger.

he'd begged regulus to offer you the invite, even though he hadn't invited his younger brother. eventually, regulus gave in. you felt obligated to go, with how much trouble he went through to get you there, how could you refuse?

however, no one seemed interested in you being there. weird looks from many angles, strange glances your way. with the exception of one individual.

james fleamont potter.

james had practically thrown himself at you, a million questions filling the air before you could even shake his hand. regardless, you answered every question, and he listened to every answer.

when he'd realized you came alone— he vowed to spend the night by your side. introducing you here and there, inviting you to random drinking games.

and at some point something had clicked in the both of you.

you could hardly remember, but it was spin the bottle— or perhaps seven minutes in heaven? it didn't matter what game it was, you just remember you'd kissed and sparks flew.

you were both so drunk you didn't know if james remembered anything either, you just remember him. they way he smelled, the way he smiled at everthing you said, the way he looked at you.

he treated you like the world revolved around you, he was the earth circling around you. but it only lasted that night, because when he'd found you the next day he'd lost the courage to speak to you.

you still had your reputation— more than half the school still saw you as an enemy. you were a cruel and feelingless person to them. so how could james fleamont potter ever justify you wanting to be with him?

i've been known to be a hopeless, no good, nobody. and they're right.

you could sense why he didn't come back, though you'd assigned a much different explaination than he.

you were a bad look on his reputation, an outstanding quidditch player. an outstanding gryffindor, brave and caring. the real question was never why would you want to be with him, but rather why could he want to be with you.

not that it mattered anymore.

you knew you were a hopeless case— sirius had changed, he'd fix his side and found a way out. but you hadn't, and likely you never would.

you had no friends, you spent no time partying, with the exception of sirius' one invitation. you were a nobody. scary to anyone who hadn't heard sirius' tales of you, worthless to anyone in your own house.

you somehow rubbed everyone around you the wrong way— a bloodtraitor to your family, a blood supremesist to people whom you wanted to defend, not enough to all your slytherin peers.

it made sense that he never came back. he must've been ashamed to some extent, he was so much more than you'd ever be.

i know your eyes can see right through me. but believe me, it's my pleasure.

tonight went differently for you, your restlessness brought you near the gryffindor tower.

deep down something within you begged for you to sneak your way in and find james. but your mind would never let you, there was no chance you'd ever have the bravery to do so.

in all ways, you knew even if you had he'd understand too much. he knew your every feeling, even if you kept it hidden.

after one night of gestures you knew he was your perfect second half, he knew you more than you knew yourself. and oddly enough, you returned that.

you knew he drained himself, he was too compassionate for his own good. you knew he could never love you publically because no one knew you.

no one knew your parents hated you, no one knew it was because you'd defended muggleborn peers, no one knew you had plans of running away.

no one knew you'd never get that mark, that you'd never defend it's honor. but he did, and that's why you both stood at a crossroads.

he had a reputation too.

one that no one saw through, everyone believed they knew him. he could do no wrong, and too anyone you two were polar opposites. but too eachother you were practically the same.

you cared too much, just like him. you drained yourself with worry, and he knew how much it'd taken you to get over the fact you'd never be the perfect kid.

you'd never be what your parents wanted, you'd never be cherished like him. unless it was by him.

and something inside you found it comforting, the idea for once you couldn't lie. because he'd never fall for it.

he was the same as you, and he knew you didn't need fixing. you weren't broken, and neither was he. flawed, possibly. and that was the most comforting thing about him.

he didn't need to work for you, and you didn't need to work for him.

i miss the sea, i miss it's sandy beaches, salty breeze. and it reminds me of you.

because it's so sweet, you're so sweet, you're so sweet.

knocking on your head, you'd come to the conclusion you needed to leave. find your way back to your room, and move on.

in a way you felt hollow for having a heart, as if your brain could only be seen as brilliant if your heart stayed cold. because your heart led you to a common room of people who hated you— whilst your brain begged you to forget and regret.

but once again he showed how similar you two were. as if he'd known you'd he at there, he appeared at the portrait. he looked sleepless, suprised that you were there, yet also as if he'd been expecting you.

"y/n?"

he looked like a painting to you, groggily rubbing his eyes, voice the same as always. trying to illude to the idea he'd been sleeping— though you saw right through him.

"james.."

"what're you doing here?" he stepped out, closing the painting behind him.

you took a deep breath, weighing your head and your heart— as if it mattered. he saw right through you, even if you lied right to his face.

"did you need something..?"

"you."

his eyes widened only slightly, he knew why you were there but the clarity was almost frightening. he couldn't lie to himself anymore, because you'd come clean to his face.

"i know i disappeared im sorry, i know you've got a reputation, i know.. i just—" you sighed, fumbling with your words, "nobody knows me like you james, and all it took was a day for you to see me. i mean.. i missed you. us? its cheesey i know but.."

"one moment."

you watched him disappear into the common room, leaving you with your thoughts. your head was spinning, there were butterflies hitting every wall of your stomach, had it been too much for him? had you read him wrong?

he came out a moment later, a jacket wrapped around his shoulders, wand in hand. he stood with a second coat in his other hand, one which he held out to you.

you took it, pulling it on— even if you didn't know his plans, then he held his now free hand out, you took it.

"how about a walk?" he gave you a smile, pulling you along.

you two indulged in a comfortable silence, you just enjoyed holding his hand. even if you weren't sure it'd happen again.

i dont care how you want me to live my life, as long as i'm in yours.

he didn't lead you anywhere in particular, leaving you the silence you needed to grow the courage to open up.

and eventually it worked.

"i'm sorry i came so late, i didn't think you'd even catch me."

"i wasn't sleeping anyway, you can always show up." he looked at you again, raising a brow, "what's wrong, bubs?"

you could feel his thumb rub over your knuckles, it felt endearing. the way he acted, the way he treated you, it was as if the two of you had been dating an eternity. however, you'd never even started dating.

i know how whiney i sound right now, but i can't help myself.

"i think—" you sighed, stopping in your spot, leading him to do the same. you could feel his eyes on you, he couldn't read you anymore, and it scared him. "i think i really like you, james."

"i mean like.. like boyfriends? like i want to get out of my house, finally befriend sirius.. i mean not be whatever the hell everyone thinks i am— i want to be whatever you want i just want to be with you."

he looked at you hesitantly for a moment— he wasn't pondering whether he wanted to be with you or not, rather trying to decide how to proceed.

"i've been waiting to hear that." he turned fully to face you, "but, i like you too. this way, you don't have to be different. just what you want to be."

i know your eyes can see right through me.

james tags -> @nyxxxxxxxx , @innerloverpainter , @carlgrimesslover , @nutellani , @angry-little-frog @loving-and-dreaming

marauders tags -> @withastrangerheart

do NOT critize this one i will CRY.

also the song is rocky horror by billy cobb,, its not every1s cup of tea but i <3 it

[hoovedrycal]

𝑇𝑌𝑃𝐸𝑆 𝑂𝐹 𝑃𝐸𝑂𝑃𝐿𝐸 : 𝐷𝑈𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑂𝑁𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐷𝑅𝐴𝐺𝑂𝑁𝑆 𝐶𝐿𝐴𝑆𝑆𝐸𝑆   .

REGULUS.

𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐼𝐴𝑁   ⚔    toothy grins,  stories around the campfire,  clothes covered in pet hair,  hot temper,  old jeans,  heartbeat in head,  potatoes and steak,  beaded jewellery,  bruises like galaxies,  mementos, backpack stuffed full,  craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips,  air ripped from lungs.

𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐷     ⚔     homemade bread, white lies, easily excited,  trying on hats,  band geek,  pep talks,  no impulse control,  sunsets,  vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams,  rosy cheeks,  song mash-ups,  pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily,  animated storyteller, full of comebacks.

𝐶𝐿𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐶    ⚔    list of wishes,  biting their tongue,  band-aids and Neosporin, shoulder to cry on,  morning sun,  necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan,  messages in bottles,  pleated braids,  speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes,  vivid dreams.

𝐷𝑅𝑈𝐼𝐷      ⚔       bird watching, shy kid,  wind chimes, trying to whistle,  summer camp, apple orchards,  lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies,  thrift shopping (for mementos),  saving worms off the sidewalk,  pig latin,  bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair,  naming potted plants.

𝐹𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇𝐸𝑅      ⚔     goosebumps,  leather jackets,  adventure,  chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks,  no sleep, taste of iron,  netflix binges,  never forgets, combat boots,  stories behind scars, table for one,  official soundtracks, sore calves,  trusts themselves the most.

𝑀𝑂𝑁𝐾    ⚔       always trying to be better,  wanderlust,  meditation,  sweat pants, old photographs,  yoga,  sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia,  minimalist design, a breath of fresh air,  baby animals,  volunteering,  perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion,  healthy snacks,  noticing the little things.

𝑃𝐴𝐿𝐴𝐷𝐼𝑁     ⚔      school uniforms, thick jackets,  sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking,  compasses,  fighting for friends, sculpture gardens,  cold morning air,  big soul,  likes routine,  secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents ("so i got you this weird bad thing i know you'll love"),  misty weather.

𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑅    ⚔      herbal tea,  smell of rain,  blinking away tears,  camping trips, collecting bones,  Swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts,  bobby pins,  burnt marshmallows,  too competitive, clotheslines,  messenger bags,  holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people.

𝑅𝑂𝐺𝑈𝐸     ⚔      flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos,  lost phone chargers,  adrenaline rush,  picking dirt out from beneath their nails,  social chameleon,  clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes,  claw machines,  sits in chairs wrong,  smudged eyeliner, has to wear sunglasses, eats nothing or everything.

𝑆𝑂𝑅𝐶𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑅      ⚔     infectious laugh,  family trees,  shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings,  clumsy,  believing in destiny,  high expectations,  sleeping in darkness,  collection of nail polish, passionate,  good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses,  not knowing their own strength.

𝑊𝐴𝑅𝐿𝑂𝐶𝐾      ⚔     knowing  everyone’s  secrets, backpack  covered  in  pins,  envy, being  in  walmart  late  at  night,  earl  grey,  selective  memory,  conspiracy  theories  and  cryptids,  key smashing, need  to  know  basis,  can’t  cook,  bags  under  eyes, experimental  art, flickering  bulbs,  black  clothing  all  year  long

𝑊𝐼𝑍𝐴𝑅𝐷   ⚔     piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary,  indecision,  scented candles,  studying alone in a café,  lingering touches,  museum dates,  unanswered questions,  taking on too much responsibility,  collections,  chalk dust,  comfy robes, unnecessary apologies,  coming home after a long day.

TAGGED BY: @etoilebleu TAGGING: YOU

[familiarlikeanoldmirror]

reading recommendations *ੈ✩‧

a compilation of superb works from the authors of tumblr! (in working progress, this is harder than i thought it was going to be).

fandoms include kpop, jujutsu kaisen, mha, harry potter (marauders), the maze runner, marvel, mystic messengers, and more!

harry potter

young!remus lupin

secret relationships and fake dating by: probably-peeves

https://theweasleysredhair.tumblr.com/post/157607228809/full-moon-rl full moon by: theweasleysredhair https://theboywhocriedlupin.tumblr.com/post/176314814546/just-go-with-it-remus-lupin-spideysz-hit-me-up just go with it (series) by: theboywhocriedlupin

young!sirius black

https://ftwdimagines.tumblr.com/post/187400847602/sirius-black-x-animagus-reader-james-potter by: ftwdimagines

https://harrytpotter.tumblr.com/post/628485160433762304/dont-you-think-one-shot-plot-sirius-black by: harrytpotter

https://theboywhocriedlupin.tumblr.com/post/176021029347/padfoot-the-animagus-vs-lucky-the-muggle-dog padfoot the animagus vs lucky the muggle-dog by: theboywhocriedlupin

https://wizardwritings.tumblr.com/post/175800304638/pair-of-fools pair of fools by: wizardwritings

https://wizardwritings.tumblr.com/post/181789626418/borrowed-sweaters-stolen-kisses by: wizardwritings 

regulus black

https://lenalxvegood.tumblr.com/post/619183945793323008/smile smile by: lenalxvegood

https://acciofanfics.tumblr.com/post/641145318239535104/an-arrangement-regulus-black-x-reader an arrangement by: acciofanfics

cos!tom riddle

https://apotterheadsimagination.tumblr.com/post/172348880146/devilish-tm-genre-mild-smut-prompt-its by: apotterheadsimagination

https://imagineitup.tumblr.com/post/189970078896/request-could-you-please-write-a-oneshot-for-tom by: imagineitup

the maze runner

newt

marvel

th!peter parker

boku no hero academia 

todoroki shouto 

https://asian-hero.tumblr.com/post/633919402020143104/hey-mr-sunflower hey, mr. sunflower by: asian-hero

https://todorki-shoto.tumblr.com/post/615239459854761984/my-neighbor-todoroki my neighbor by: todorki-shoto

[vonnibel]

10 Characters, 10 Fandoms, 10 Tag

Thanks for the tag @chiocchi and @moontearpensfic

Sorry it's a bit late but these characters are my beloved blorbos. A lot of which I want to see be put in situations.

Zuko - Avatar the Last Airbender

Regulus Black - Harry Potter

Kaedehara Kazuha - Genshin Impact

Satan - Obey Me!

Marius von Hagen - Tears of Themis

Saeran Choi/Unknown - Mystic Messenger

Tsukishima Kei - Haikyuu!!

Nico di Angelo - Percy Jackson

Edward Elric - Fullmetal Alchemist

Dipper Pines - Gravity Falls

Uhh, I really don't know who to tag who hasn't already done this and I get weird about tagging people 'cause I don't want them to be annoyed with me tagging them so to anyone who sees, go nuts!

[rblcck]

Messenger: Regulus ⇆ Sirius

Regulus: What are those candies that you like? Regulus: The ones that pop in your mouth.

@siriblk

[namesarelikeshinythings]

Space related names

Space is so cool, it's only natural that you'd want a name related to space. Here's all the space related names I could find

No tw but basically every tw if you research the mythological characters in there

Sun :

Apollo : masc god of the sun in greek

Helios (with or without the H and/or S) : masc, sun in greek

Ray (like a ray of sun) : neutral, english word

Sol(e) : fem leaning, sun in spanish

Soleil : neutral, sun in french, not a name in france

Solas : masc, irish name meaning light

Moon :

Artemis : fem leaning, greek goddess of the moon

Diane : fem, roman goddess of the moon

Moon : neutral, english word

Luna : fem, moon in spanish

Lune : fem leaning ,moon in french, not a name in france

Selene : fem, moon in greek

Solar System :

Mercury : neutral, roman version of Hermes, god of messengers, travellers and thiefs

Venus : fem, roman version of Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty

Mars : masc leaning, roman version of Aries, god of war

Jupiter : masc, roman version of Zeus

Saturn : masc but feels neutral, roman version of Chronos, titan of time

Uranus (you probably don't wanna be named "uranus" but maybe if you're not from a non english speaking country ?) : masc, latin name for Ouranos, titan of the sky

Neptune : masc, roman version of Poseidon, god of the sea

Pluto (IS NOT A PLANET) : masc, roman version of Hades, god of death and money

Stars : (basically the entire Black family and then some)

Aquila : neutral, eagle in latin, the eagle constellation

Aries/Aries : masc, ram in latin, the aries constellation, Ares is the Roman god of war

Bellatrix (Bella) : fem, female warrior in, latin star in the Orion constellation

Cassiopeia (Cass) : fem, "she who chooses to excel" in latin, constellation

Castor : masc, to excel/shine, beaver in french, mythological character, star in the gemini constellation

Corvus : masc, raven in latin, the Corvus constellation (btw it's my personal favourite)

Draco : masc, dragon in latin, the Draco constellation

Hercules : masc, greek and roman hero, Hera's glory in greek, the Hercules constellation

Irena : fem, peace in greek, star in the Hercules constellation

Leo : masc leaning, lion in greek and latin, the Leo constellation

Lyra : fem, harp or lyre in greek, the Lyra constellation

Orion : masc, boundary in greek, a hunter in greek mythology, the Orion constellation

Perseus (Percy) : masc, to destroy in greek, mythological greek hero, name of the book character Percy Jackson, the Perseus constellation

Phoenix : neutral, crimson in greek, mythical bird in greek mythology, the Phoenix constellation

Regulus : masc, prince in latin, in the Leo constellation

Sirius : masc, scortcher in Egyptian, star in Canis Major

Vega : neutral, star in latin, star in the Lyra consellation, Lyr is another name for Vega

Outer Space :

Andromeda (the galaxy, it's also a star) : fem, leader of humankind, mythological character

Other :

Aster : neutral, star in greek

Celeste : neutral, french for celestial

Ciel : neutral, sky in french, not a name in france

Cosmos : masc leaning, order of the universe, harmony in greek

Sky : neutral, english word

Stella : fem, star in spanish

(I also want to share that I have an OC named Michelle Way, shortenned to Micky Way (yes like Gerard Way's brother) because I think it's funny that it sounds like Milky Way)

[lavbubble]

small reminder !! I’m not limited to only writing about these fandoms! these are specifically the ones that I’m currently into & love ! if u wanna request something on a fandom that isn’t on here, I’ll still write it ! :)

(•̀ᴗ•́)و 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞´𝐬

black butler

haikyuu!

my hero academia

naruto

demon slayer

hunter x hunter

the disastrous life of saiki k

beastars

(•̀ᴗ•́)و 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬

miraculous ladybug

monsters at work

south park

helluva boss

sanders sides

911: lone star

heartstopper

regular show

dhmis (don’t hug me im scared)

(•̀ᴗ•́)و 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬

spiderman (all of them <3)

trolls (all of them <3)

monsters inc/monsters university

encanto

harry potter (all of them <3)

(•̀ᴗ•́)و 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

undertale

obey me!

mystic messenger

yandere simulator

fnaf (all games <3)

sally face

little misfortune

therapy with dr. albert krueger

dead plate

(•̀ᴗ•́)و 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬

marauders era <3

the remarried empress

qsmp <3

dsmp (not much of a fan anymore but I’ll still accept requests on it)

welcome home <3

creepypasta

trash of the count’s family <3

(•̀ᴗ•́)و 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 !!

james potter !! (if it wasn’t obvious <3)

regulus black !! (I’m also a huge jegulus fan <3)

quackity !! :D (favorite comfort streamer <3)

kubz scouts !! :D (jay is that dude <3)

eddievr/special edd !! :D (I don’t need to explain <3)

navier trovi !! (my adoring empress <3)

frisk & napstablook !! (favorite human & ghost duo <3)

michael afton !! (sweet obsession <3)

sal fisher !! (gizmo’s parent <3)

[themostincorrecthouseofblack]

Bellatrix: Well, it’s time to move onto Plan 2.

Regulus: Plan B, you mean?

Bellatrix: That would insinuate I have only 26 plans.

[messers-moony]

Second Choice | R.B

Paring: Young!Regulus Black X Fem!Half-Blood!Reader

Summary: Regulus doesn’t talk much, but his actions do it for him.

Word Count: 1.8K

Inspiration: Click

Regulus Black was poison. He was the most robust alcohol and the deepest ocean. He was toxic, addicting, and filled with secrets. He was quiet, cynical, and secretive. 

He was the definition of everyone's least favorite. 

Regulus wasn’t ever the favorite. He was never the first choice. He was never the symphony that brought a smile to people's faces. 

He was a last resort. 

Until he met her. 

Granted, in the beginning, he thought she was quite annoying. Professor Slughorn made her sit beside him for a partner's project. She stuck to him like a tick on a dog. Regulus never spoke to her, but she talked to him. Y/n wrote little things on the margins of his parchment, which Regulus thought was frustrating. All his Potions notes now had stupid sayings on the side or little doodles. But he couldn’t find the heart to tell her off. 

Regulus was a creature of habit. Since his first year, he had been going to the Astronomy Tower at midnight to stare at the night sky. When he became Prefect, it became even easier to do so. His black shoes made a clicking noise as he made his way to the tower. His dark brown messenger bag was slung around him and swayed with his movements. His white button-up was wrinkled, pants covered in cat hair from a neighboring Slytherin familiar, and tie loosened around his neck. The silver glinted in the yellow light. 

The stairs to the Tower were stone and narrow. His shoes echoed through the narrow hallway. Regulus opened the wooden door and was greeted with a gust of cold wind. His hair swept back with the strong breath of air, and he shut the door behind him quietly. The tower was a cylinder with railings on the edge, telescopes around the outlook for when class was in session. Regulus sat down on the concrete allowing the wind to take over his hair and cool his face.

He pulled his notes from his bag, placing them on his lap. His hand held up his chin as he peered down at the Potions notes he had written with raven ink. Flint eyes stared at his calligraphy writing, and ebony hair was put behind his ear. His porcelain skin began to chill, but he continued to reread the parchment laid out in front of him. He couldn’t help but let his eyes travel to the grey ink on the margins of his notes complimenting his hair, eyes, or writing. 

Every day she found something to compliment him with. He couldn’t fathom how she could do it. Regulus looked at himself in the mirror every morning while tying his tie and didn’t see anything but a disappointment. The disappointment of a son, of a brother, of a person. He didn’t get grades like Sirius. He wasn’t ruthless like his parents. He wasn’t an extrovert, wasn’t an overachiever, wasn’t a prodigy, and definitely couldn’t be a death eater. 

Sirius had girls trailing him wherever he went. Girls wouldn’t come within ten feet of Regulus. Y/n was the exception. He could recognize her writing from miles away. It was always in a silvery grey, with a remarkable resemblance to the Times New Roman font. If it had been anyone else, they would’ve stayed as far from Regulus as possible. But she wasn’t scared. From what he had gathered, she was a half-blood and loved muggle London. 

She would tell him all about her adventures, and Regulus would pretend not to listen but later would write in a journal everything she had said. The week before fifth year ended, she had been going on about a muggle book. Her aunt had sent her a book that Y/n hadn’t been able to obtain before going to Hogwarts, but now that she had read it, Y/n wasn’t quiet about it. Regulus wrote down the book name and the author discretely in the bottom right corner of his notes.

That summer, Regulus sent Andromeda an owl asking if she could find the book. A week later, Regulus had obtained the book. Over a month, he had read it over ten times. The cover was cracked, as was the spine. Inside he had written his thoughts with his favorite quill. He dog-eared pages and underlined his favorite quotes. In the back cover, he wrote about his life, about Sirius leaving, about his parents thinking he wasn’t worthy of being a death eater, about always being second to Sirius. Within two hours, the back cover was filled with what felt like Regulus’ whole life story.

On the first day of Potions, the book was placed on her side of the desk. Y/n stared at it inquiringly. She carefully picked it up and flipped through the pages to see them covered in ink. Without a word, she placed it into her black backpack. Y/n turned to her right, where Regulus sat, reading his Potions book. He showed no sign of suspicion, and Y/n picked up her quill. Gently, she wrote in the bottom left corner of his Potions book, “You’re eyes sparkle like the stars when you’re concentrating.”

Regulus peered at her writing, and a flush took place on his cheeks. He shook his head and continued writing down notes when something got shoved on his side of the desk. It was a bright green color and was a slim cylinder. Regulus stared at it curiously, and Y/n chuckled, picking up the item. 

She uncapped the cylinder, “It helps information stand out.” 

He stared, “Here, look.”

Y/n used the green cylinder, and it glided against the smooth pages of the textbook. The words stood out with the green rectangular border around them, “It’s called a highlighter, muggles use them. Since you’re always writing down notes, I thought it might be beneficial.”

“Here,” Y/n placed the muggle highlighter in his hand, “You try.”

Regulus held the highlighter like he held his quill. He skimmed over the page and used the green cylinder to border important information in green. He couldn’t lie; using this muggle technology was much easier than rewriting all the information with a quill. Y/n looked at him with a gleeful smile at his use of her gift. 

“It's much easier, isn’t it?”

He nodded and began to hand it back. Y/n pushed his hand to his side of the desk, “It’s yours now. I have plenty.”

“Thank you.” It was the first time he had ever spoken to her.

“You’re welcome, Regulus.”

His stomach twisted pleasantly at hearing his given name fall from her lips. It was sweet like Honeydukes chocolate and smooth like ink. Regulus wanted to listen to it over and over again. He continued to use the muggle highlighter through his Potions textbook and used it on his notes while Professor Slughorn began teaching them to brew Liquid Luck. Regulus wrote furiously, trying to mark every word falling from the Professors mouth because, to be worthy, he needed to keep his marks high. Maybe then his parents would be proud of him. 

That evening Y/n spent her time in the dorm. She didn’t leave for dinner and decided to reread her favorite book along with the annotations that someone had put inside it for her. The ink was black, and the handwriting seemed unfamiliar. It took her a week before finally finishing the complete copy of the book plus the newly written ink on the inside. When she went to close the book, she saw that the page was filled with ink. The handwriting was tiny like they wanted to fit as much as possible on the back. Y/n began to read. 

I don’t quite understand why you speak to me. Most people would cower away at the thought of me. I’m not anything special. I’ve never been anything spectacular. My parents have always thought of me as a second choice, always thinking my brother was far superior to me. He’s always been more competent than I, better than I. His marks are outstanding, and mine are barely average. My parents don’t even think I’m worthy of our family surname.

You always find something new to compliment me on, and I don’t understand how. I don’t know how you can find me to be this beautiful person you always write about, that you always talk about. Sometimes I think that maybe you’ve been thinking about the wrong person. But other times, I relish feeling that I can be good enough for someone to notice. That maybe I could be someone’s first choice. 

I may fit my parent's standards, but I’ve never been the one they wanted. Once Sirius left, they had no choice but to begin my ‘training’ to be the heir of the Noble House of Black. My heart aches at the remembrance of his departure. The older brother who once held me through all my fears had left behind in the dust for his best friend. 

I’ve never spoken to you, but my heart longs for yours. You make my days brighter, and the stars shine. One day in Potions, you gave me a piece of parchment of facts about the Leo constellation just because you wanted to know more about where my name had come from. You told me all about my astrological sign - Cancer, because you wanted to learn more about me. 

In my entire life, I’ve never felt good enough. I’ve always been the leaf to a beautiful flower or the dark blue sky to the moon. I’ve been pushed aside my entire life, been shoved behind my elder brother, and been compared to other children my whole life. But when I sit beside you in Potions, you’ve shown me things and told me things that I’ve never thought about. I’m not good with words. I’ve never been a poet. 

My voice isn’t smooth or silky. You’ve talked the world of this book, and I finally understand why. It’s taken me a month to read and reread to make sure this is perfect for you because you deserve nothing less. 

You shatter my resolve, destroy my mask. My face burns when I see your writing on my notes. My stomach twists when you bite the tip of your quill. Sometimes ink residue is left on your lip, and I’m left yearning to wipe it away. My heart races when you place your hair behind your ear, wishing it was my hair you were doing it with. My eyes flicker towards yours when you’re so tired, and they flutter shut. I’d love nothing more than for you to lean your head on my shoulder. 

You speak of adventure, and you ask me what I want to adventure. I think I’ve finally found my answer. I want my tale to begin with you. 

-R.A.B

Their dynamic was different after that. The following morning in Potions, she placed the book on top of his next book. Regulus flushed at the sight of the well-loved book he spent his summer reading. He noticed how Y/n took her seat beside him. Without a second thought, her head was laid on his shoulder, and she intertwined their hands together. 

“You’ll always be my first choice, Reggie.”

Regulus could’ve melted into a puddle on the spot.