#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.’

[zoesbooknook]

library - regulus black

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You are in your fifth year of Hogwarts, and your OWLs were coming up really quickly, so you headed over to the library to study. As you entered, you noticed that every table was packed with students. You held your books closer to your chest and adjusted your messenger bag in a way to not bother your shoulder. You walked deeper into the library until you noticed an empty table with only one person sitting there: Regulus Black. You had never had a conversation with him, even though you were in the same year and same house; you just had different friend groups and therefore never crossed roads. "Hi, do you mind if I sit here?" you ask him.

Regulus looks up with a raised eyebrow before giving a nod and a very faint smile. He is quiet for a moment before speaking up calmly in response.

"No, not at all. Go ahead."

"Thank you," you whispered to him as the whole library became quiet all of a sudden. You started taking out your potions book and your previous works so you could start studying; you tied your hair out of your face, and even though you just began studying, you were already frustrated: potions was not your best subject.

Regulus glances over your shoulder briefly before going back to his own work. Though he can't help but glance over your way occasionally, the silence felt a bit comforting, to be quite frank. There was a certain peacefulness about it. It was interrupted by the odd noises of the books shifting and turning pages, the shuffling of quills, and the scraping of the table, but other than that, it was relatively quiet.

As you continued studying, questions kept popping into your head about how to make a certain potion. When was the precise moment to add something, whether you were supposed to stir clockwise or anticlockwise? You had to ask someone to help you, but your friends were in their dorms, and you had to finish studying potions today so that you could catch up to the other subjects. You thought about asking Regulus; he was in your potions class, so he would most likely have an answer. You began to overthink it and kept reformulating your question in your head: "Um Regulus, do you mind if I ask you a question about potions?"

Regulus raises an eyebrow once again. As he glances over at you, he is slightly surprised by the fact that you chose to ask him for help. Though he doesn't seem to mind, he gives a slight nod of approval and glances over the book you were working on before saying:

"No, I don't mind. What do you need help with?" He asks. His tone was calm, and somewhat friendly.

You were quite surprised that he agreed to help you but tried not to show it. 'Maybe the rumors were false, and he might actually be a nice person'. You smiled at him as you moved your books so that Regulus could see them as well. "Well, I was just wondering, Felix Felicis, obviously it's a potion that makes you lucky, but do you know, like, what it consists of? Because I've been looking in all of these books and I have no idea."

Regulus thinks for a moment before sighing and running a hand through his hair. He's quiet for a minute, as if pondering something, then he speaks up again, seemingly relieved to be speaking about something that he knows quite a bit about.

"Right, felix felicis, it's a fairly obscure potion and is very difficult to make properly, but it contains quite a few things, including but not limited to: dittany, galangal, salt, silver, and honey."

"Oh, ok, that makes sense," you say as you take notes of these ingredients on a piece of parchment. "Well, thank you for that."

Regulus nods slightly as he glances at the parchment. He's quiet for a moment before he speaks up again, as if to continue the conversation. He seems to have an idea for something to discuss next.

"What're you studying for? OWLs?"

"Yeah, I've got to start early or else I wouldn't have time to cover everything before then," you respond, looking up at him; he nods. "Have you started studying yet?"

Regulus nods his head at your reply. He seems to understand the worry of being unprepared or underprepared for an upcoming test or exam. He sighs softly before answering your question as well.

"I have, yes... I started a few days ago. It's a bit tiring, isn't it?"

"Tell me about it; everywhere I go, in every class, it's OWLs this, OWLs that. It makes me want to jump off the astronomy tower." You jokingly say.

Regulus gives a very faint smile at your reply; he understands your pain; it seems to be the current mood within every class at the school. He chuckles slightly at your joke as well and seems to agree to an extent:

"I agree. It's like, every time we try to get our mind off of it and have a decent time, it's brought back up, and the stress just piles on. it's tiring. especially with all of the pressure coming from the teachers."

"I know right, like the only good thing that's happening this year is the potential that Slytherin might win the Quidditch Cup." You were enjoying speaking to Regulus.

Regulus chuckles slightly as you mention the potential for Slytherin to win the Quidditch Cup; he's actually quite excited about it too. He was enjoying this conversation as well, though he seems a little bit surprised that you're talking to him. His voice is calm, soft, and friendly as he speaks once again.

"Yeah, I definitely agree with that. If we win the Quidditch Cup, I really think it would be the highlight of the year—or at least rank pretty high up there."

"You're on the Qudditch team, right? Seeker?,"

Regulus nods his head in answer to your question. He's glad that you know he's a seeker on the quidditch team. He's quiet again for a second before speaking once again:

"Yeah, I'm the seeker for the team, indeed. What about you?"

You laugh "Oh no, I could never. I can barely sit on a broom, let alone fly around and play against people."

Regulus smiles faintly at the reply. Despite being talented when it comes to quidditch, he can recognize that it might not be everybody's strong suit, so he tries to be understanding. As he speaks once more, his tone is still gentle and calm.

"Yeah, it's not everybody's thing. I was quite surprised to learn that I had talent when it came to flying; it's probably my favorite thing to do. even outside of quidditch."

Soon enough, you find yourself talking to Regulus about all kinds of things, from your favorite classes to your families back home.

Regulus found himself enjoying the conversation with you—to be quite frank, it felt like the most genuine conversation he'd had in a while. He's enjoying his time with you, so the hour and a half goes by quite quickly. He actually doesn't really seem to remember that it was past curfew, but when he realizes that it is, he sighs softly and says,

"Oh, we really should probably get back to our dorms soon."

You didn't realize you spent all that time talking. As you pack, you look at your abandoned potions books but smile because you've made a new friend now. You and Regulus head to the doors of the library and make your way to the Slytherin Dorms.

Regulus is silent as you pack up the books; he doesn't really think too much of the fact that you didn't get back to studying; in reality, he's quite glad that you two were able to talk for that long. As you two made your way out of the library and began heading toward the Slytherin dorms, Regulus was quiet once again. He's walking by your side, not really wanting to interrupt, though he does have one question to ask.

"Can I ask you something?

"Sure, what's up?" Before you could finish your sentence, Regulus grabbed your arm and pulled you into a broom cupboard.

Regulus's sudden and fast action caught you off guard, and you let out a startled gasp as he grabbed your arm and pulled you into the broom cupboard suddenly. You weren't expecting that, and you couldn't help but feel a little bit surprised by it. You looked up at him and stared curiously, wondering exactly what he was doing.

Regulus sees that you're startled and explains that he saw Filch walking towards you. You also became aware of how close both of you were, with your backs to the wall and Regulus towering over you. You looked up at him and saw him already looking down at you.

A small, nervous chill runs up your spine as you feel the height difference between the two of you. You can't help but think about how he's towering over you at the moment. You can see his eyes gazing down at you, and you are completely aware of how close you two are. You feel extremely nervous, and the proximity of the two of you makes your heart start pounding. You can't quite tell exactly why, but you don't mind it either.

You noticed his dark curls covering his face and his sharp jawline. As you look up at him, you can't decide whether his eyes are green, grey, or blue—maybe a mix of all three. Even though you had just met, you felt as though you had known each other for years. You started feeling as if you had butterflies in your stomach, each one of them flying around.

Regulus notices that you're taking a moment to stare at his features. He can't help but notice that you continue to stare directly into his eyes, and he feels slightly embarrassed by it. He can feel his cheeks warming up slightly. He can't help but wonder what it is that he's feeling—why is he starting to feel some sort of butterfly-like feeling in his stomach? He feels his own heart pounding as you stare deeply into his eyes, and he feels his breath hitching slightly as he gazes down at you.

"I think Filch has left now."

Regulus lets out a small sigh of relief as you point out that filch has apparently left. It seemed like the coast was clear. He had never gotten this close to anyone other than his friends, but now that he was practically face-to-face with you, things felt a bit different.

"Yeah, I think you're right."

He can feel his eyes lingering on your lips for a few seconds. Even though he realizes that it's probably not the best idea, he can't seem to help himself.

Regulus seems to get lost in the moment—the tension and closeness. He seems to understand what you're saying, and it's true, but he also wants to stay in the moment for just a little longer. He is quiet for a moment before giving a small, slightly hesitant reply:

"Yeah, we probably should."

Seeing as Regulus was not planning on moving, you push the cupboard doors open and look around to make sure Filch has completely left.

You open the cupboard doors and peer out to make sure that filth has definitely left. Everything seemed to be clear; you don't see or hear anybody walking past, so you're pretty sure that it's safe to leave. You step out of the cupboard and glance back at Regulus. He seems to hesitate for a moment, as if considering something, before he steps out of the cupboard as well. He stands there in the hallway, looking at you.

"Come on.." Feeling bold, you grabbed his hands and pulled him in the direction of the Slytherin dorm.

Regulus seemed to be taken quite by surprise when you grabbed his hands and apulled him. He let his hand be pulled by you with little to no resistance; he doesn't even seem to think about it; he just does it. He lets you pull him and walks by your side as the two of you start heading back to the Lytherin dorms.

Soon enough, you reach the Slytherin door, and as you utter the password, upon entering, you drop Regulus' hand as both of you have to go your separate ways. You turn to look at him, not knowing what to say.

Regulous seems to pause for a moment when you drop his hand. He seems to feel a sudden, unexpected sense of disappointment when he feels your hand slip away from his. He seems to hesitate whether or not to say anything, but then he sighs softly and says in a calm, quiet voice:

"Um, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure"

Regulus seems to hesitate for a second, as if considering exactly what to say next. He gives a soft, small smile, but he still feels a bit embarrassed; he still isn't entirely sure why the conversation was making him feel so nervous.

"Can I see you again sometime? sometime like this? I guess in the library."

"Aw, is Regulus Black trying to ask me out on a date?"

Regulus could feel his cheeks turn slightly pink at the reply. He didn't want to admit it, but he seemed to be asking you on a date. He didn't mean to ask you out directly, but it would work for that purpose, after all. He wasn't expecting this, but he's willing to roll with it.

"I guess it kind of is like I'm asking you out on a date, yeah."

"Then, yes, Regulus, I would love to. Tomorrow, at the library, same time, same table?"

Regulus feels his heart doing little flips. He smiles and nods his head in response.

"Yeah, the library, same time, same table. I'll see you then."

He says this with a soft smile, his eyes lingering on your face.

You felt a smile grow on your face. "Goodnight, Regulus." You walk up to him and kiss his cheek, then walk up to your dorm room.

The sensation left him feeling flushed, his cheeks burning with a deep blush. He seems to linger in place, speechless, as you head to your dorm room, only managing a small, startled whisper.

"Goodnight. See you tomorrow."

[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.” 

[artemisia-black]

If Orion had lived to see Sirius go to prison do you think he would’ve left him in Azkaban?

Oooh anon I have thought about this one alot.

First, I think the Blacks would need him to comply and be who they want him to be before they agree to help.

Second, I also think Sirius very much felt like he deserved Azkaban and only attempted escape to save Harry from Peter. He even says in the Shrieking shack that he as good as killed James and Lily indicating the depths of his guilt. Additionally he’s just there to kill Peter and eliminate him as a threat not to hand him to the authorities to clear his name.

Perhaps Orion may try and free him but I don’t see Sirius going along with it.

I have a scene in my Voldemort free AU fic Dog and Deer where Sirius is arrested and the Blacks try and “help” and this is his reaction which I think would also stand in canon:

So you’re just here to give me this information?” Sirius asked, eyeing his brother suspiciously.

Regulus’s ears went red, and he shifted from one foot to another.

“Father may be willing to protect you,” Regulus said hurriedly.

A bark of bitter laughter erupted from Sirius’s chest. And for the first time that evening, rage bubbled through the numb horror inside him, causing Sirius to remember the feel of Regulus’s trachea under his fingers.

“Clearly, Crouch isn’t the only one monopolising this situation,” he spat, his arms shaking with anger.

“Sirius-” Regulus began, but Sirius cut across him.

“How fitting that Father and I’m also guessing Grandfather,” he paused to allow Regulus to nod.

“Have sent their little messenger boy to tell me to either come and play the role of their puppet or rot in prison.”

Regulus’s hands had curled into fists, and a muscle was ticking in his jaw; nevertheless, Sirius placed his forehead against his.

“The dementors can have me; at least they are upfront about being soul-crushing fiends,” he hisse

[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

[rblcck]

Messenger: Regulus ⇆ Sirius

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

@siriblk

[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

[dearneverland]

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!

[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)