#seer regulus black

[marauderstars]

Sirius: Nothing matters. In a hundred years we’ll all be dead.

Regulus, a seer: Oh it’s going to be a LOT less time than that.

[regulusmoonbeam]

"seer regulus black!" i say into the mic.

the crowd boos me, a symphony of wrong.

"dont boo him, hes right!" someone in the back says, standing up.

its my clone. the seer regulus black fandom fits on a unicycle.

[deathnguts]

Seer Regulus who was mislead by his visions??Tricked by fate?? Going to his death thinking he was doing something good and not realizing fate was luring him into death’s arms?? Seer Regulus who was doomed from the start by fate but fooled into thinking he had a chance???

Seer Regulus?????????

Seer vision/prophecies can sometimes be murky/overall confusing and I love the myths where people would interpret it one way and go LENGTHS to avoid their fate only to walk right into it (ex Perseus’ father) and Seer Regulus being that trope??? I’m a goner! ITS THE IDEA OF CHANCE YOUR DOING EVERYTHING YOU CAN AND YOU MISS IT BY JUST A BIT!

Obviously this contradicts his note (which was def a suicide letter) but wouldn’t be interesting if Regulus ( a proud puteblood and canonically the heir to a an old and powerful house) thought he could outsmart the Dark Lord by misleading him into thinking Regulus was dead (a stretch really) (HURBIS AS A DOWNFALL LIKE THE GREEK HEROS)

Buts it’s really jsut a thought not to be taken too srs where Regulus thinks he can outsmart Voldemort because he’s a seer but he gets tricked by fate right into Death’s embrace

(I’m sorry if I’m being so annoying rn I went thru a thing where I thought about seer regulus so hard)

No you’re not being annoying this is cool! Regulus is (or used to be) a walking tragedy, he’s a ghost that doesn’t even haunt the narrative right. Him only having one leg up on the competition through his seeing and still somehow failing to use it to his advantage would be so in character for him in the way that a lot of people like to forget he canonically was in the end: a failure. Like I love him to bits but he didn’t do anything to actually help anyone (though it still speaks to his character that he tried guys let’s not forget), and his name was only mentioned and remembered by a brother who despised him. And him being a seer represents that perfectly!! Every seer character we see, or at least those who are good at divination at the very least, are viewed as weird and useless and crazy and that’s how the few who remember regulus view him too. It’s so tragic because this is a boy who desperately wanted to be taken seriously and do anything of impact to help a cause he could try to believe in and failed both sides, prophets in mythology often suffer the same fates.

And not to say him being a seer couldn’t give him any strength, it just isn’t one that we’ve seen wizard society admire really. Like I imagine the Blacks didn’t flaunt that their child was a seer because it’s not really something to be proud of. I imagine he wasn’t even that good at it because he didn’t take divination to sort it out because despite knowing what he was, he viewed the class as below him like everyone else did. I imagine that no matter how many times he bore witness to murky, horrifically tragic visions of the futures of those he held dear, he never said a thing to anyone because he didn’t see the point. Even when they aided him through waking up from nightmares he stayed quiet as his glowing eyes dimmed and claimed he didn’t remember. Because I imagine that when he was young he simply didn’t know what they were, then he grew older and was ashamed of them, and then he grew the last leg he knew he would and learned to internalize them. Like I love me a good angst fic with regulus seeing those he loves for the last time, him knowing he won’t make it back and knowing he can’t tell them that and them being none the wiser. And isn’t that even cooler if he quite literally saw himself die and knew he’d rather take that attempt at moral change than avoid fate? Or like you said, maybe he misinterpreted it and fully believed it didn’t have to be a goodbye because he thought he would succeed? His last thought a scrambling panic of wondering what he did wrong to lead to a fate he should have seen coming?

Yea I just like embracing the tragedy of regulus’ character and prophets are nothing if not tragic

[fabulous-fic-quotes]

Remus, who had been looking amused at the chaos that Regulus caused, instantly blanched under the truly impressive glare being sent his way. But that Gryffindor courage must not be a myth after all because instead of ducking and hiding like Evan desperately wanted to do, Remus mustered up a bland smile, cocking an eyebrow in polite disinterest. 

"I really don't want to be an accomplice to murder, so I think I'll hang onto it if you don't mind."

"Don't think I can't kill you, too," Regulus hissed, legs tensing in preparation. 

"Bold of you to assume I want to live," Remus snorted before yelling out in shock as Regulus leapt at him. 

Stealing a Star (he stole himself)- ScarletSorceress

[prtfrmhrtbrn]

hello regulus/evan fandom wherever you are! i’m cooking up a BEAST (my first angst since may of last year, aka god’s year of 2022) and it is making me sad to write it! so here is one of the happy bits that i am actually very proud of <3

we have fun things like seer regulus which make me VERY sad! and so i will be keeping those segments to myself. but also picture 11 year old regulus being like why can’t i stop dreaming about myself dying. and then finding out that everything else he dreams comes true. yeah i’m going through it okay anyway

also! if you angst regulus and evan and DON’T listen to the police while you do it you’re wrong. if you think they’re ANYTHING but i can’t stand losing you coded you are simply incorrect in my opinion. the only acceptable alternative is stray italian greyhound by vienna tang. if rosewater are not stray italian greyhound coded then god damn it who even is anymore!!

(atp who wants to make a rosewater playlist with me like… i need more playlists to write about them to)

okay anyway yeah. :) i want to have this fic finished HOPEFULLY by the end of june and if it is then i will update this post sobbing and weeping about it (because i have already written the ending and now i just have to fill in the middle with all these bitter-sweet (for me, at least) bits!) thank u for reading ❤️

[axxio-sriracha]

The Not-So-Near Future

@into-the-jeggyverse ~ Prompt: Warn ~ Word Count: 468

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Pandora stared off into the distance, the sounds of her friends' bickering falling away.

She was having a vision.

This in itself wasn't unusual, being a seer as she was.

But the contents? Very strange.

"James!" Regulus' voice called, its quality hazy as they usually were in her daydreams.

James turned, his eyes brightened. Pandora thought it sweet, he always seemed happier when looking at Regulus.

"Hey, Reggie."

Regulus scrunched his nose at the nickname, not unfondly,

"I was wondering if you wanted to go out on a date to hogsmeade again?" He lowered his voice, "Maybe find some alone time?"

There was a seductive air to his words.

Pandora froze in her armchair.

They were together?

James agreed, they kissed.

The vision flashed forward.

Regulus and James were walking now, she couldn't make out where, she assumed somewhere in Hogsmeade.

The rain began to pour, neither of them had prepared for bad weather. They were freezing. Regulus was shaking badly.

Pandora frowned.

Regulus should remember to take a jacket. She doesn't want to get him to get sick, especially if he was trying to plan some...

Her brain didn't want to think the words 'alone time' in reference to someone who was practically her family.

"Regulus." She spoke up suddenly, tuning back into her surroundings.

She had cut someone off, nobody seemed to mind, they usually listened when she spoke.

"I have to warn you, you should bring a jacket. It's going to rain."

"Another vision?" Barty asked, his head resting in her brother's lap. Evan played with his hair idly.

She nodded, "The rain would ruin your date, I don't want you to get sick."

The words caused an uncomfortable silence. Regulus cleared his throat,

"My date?"

She frowned again. Had he not said date?

No, she was positive. He specifically used the words 'go out on a date again'. This implied there had been at least one prior.

"With Potter." She clarified.

Barty shot out of Evan's lap, staring at Regulus in disbelief,

"You never told me you're going out with Potter!"

Regulus' eyes went wide, "I didn't even know!" He shouted back, "It hasn't happened yet!"

"You like him?" Evan asked, eyebrow raised.

Regulus flushed scarlet, he shrugged, refusing to reply.

"Hmm... I suppose my eye has been growing stronger, the vision must have been further in the future than I expected." She shrugged, looking back to Regulus, "Enjoy your dates, but remember to bring a jacket, please."

Regulus' jaw dropped at the mention of dates, plural, and he quickly had to defend himself from Barty, who had launched across the common room at him.

Pandora stopped listening again, the song playing in her head was very good, she hummed along to it as her brother jumped up off the couch to help Reg.

[marauders-bs]

"Jesus Christ," Evan muttered to himself. "Okay, who broke the lamp? Be honest, you five."

Kay Rosier-Crouch stood, eyes wide, beside her cousins Luna and Ascella and a broken lamp. Estrella and Cherie Potter-Black stood guiltily behind Kay as though the twins were attempting to hide.

"Honesty is the best policy," Lily tried when no one spoke up. "We won't be mad if you're honest."

"Oh, okay," Cherie said, looking relieved. "All the time?"

"All the time," James agreed, looking at his daughter.

"Uncle Barty taught me the word fuck because I asked him to," Ascella blurted from the corner.

Absolute, dead silence rung throughout the room. Evan knew Pandora had the most pissed off expression and really, really did not want to look.

"Aunt Andromeda is my favorite," Estrella said.

"Last year I snuck onto the Hogwarts Express to see Bianca and lied to you about it, and her dads knew."

Regulus looked like he was trying not to immediately Apparate to his brother's house in a fit of fury at Cherie's words.

"We use your Netflix account," Luna told Evan. "You should really change your password, you know."

"I don't even care who broke the lamp anymore," Pandora said. "I just need a drink."

Regulus stood up, sweeping Cherie into his arms. "Yeah, I'm going with you."

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Marauders era things I will take no criticism for

Minerva McGonagall is a QUEEN

Remus is incredibly tall but has the most fucked up posture

Sirius Black had the best eyeliner game ever

Marlene McKinnon was a raging lesbian and would take offense to being called straight

If your last name is or was at some point ‘Black’ you are automatically a dramatic little shit

Mary and Regulus would share curly hair-care tips.

James’ soul is red (crimson)

Sirius’ is purple

Euphemia Potter is an amazing mother in every universe

Regulus had summer freckles

BARTY WAS SMART!!!

And I’m not sure why, but Evan LOVES oranges (the fruit)

James has a degrading kink

Pandora would sometimes lie and tell people she had fake visions to get them to fuck off or psych them out and only the skittles knew her tell for when she’s lying.

Thank you for listening to mu ted talk

[aithusarosekiller]

Pandora being a seer and always seeing two distinct paths for Reg

One where he followed James' guiding light out of the darkness and managed to break free and find happiness

And one where he curled in on himself and ended up dying alone in a cave aged 17 because he chose to do the right thing a year too late

She can't interfere so she has to watch as he slowly slips down the wrong path, knowing he could've had everything

[catcheroflies]

*claps and jumps around*

OKAY im making a barty centric bartylus canon divergent au. (but im scared and might make it jegulus because what if no one likes it??) but im gonna talk as if im making it my original idea.

so here’s pieces of what i have:

it is the middle of the war and barty is on the brink of insanity and if it weren’t for his friends he would be clinically insane. regulus was pronounced dead 3 years ago cause of death being the water inferi (is that’s what its called? hopefully i haven’t properly written a magic au) and everyone has basically moved on even his brother and everyone urges barty to move on as well. but he can’t. because how could the love of his life die? and he’s just an inferi now? a ghost? so he continues looking running on potions to keep him afloat (barely though) when barty finds out about horcruxes and realizes one of them is already destroyed by Kreacher. he needs regulus to stop voldemort completely and Kreacher is his ticket to finding him. bringing in sirius and pandora since she’s a seer and already saw it coming they have to get him before it’s too late to fully stop Voldemort.

THERES HOLES AND THERES SO MANY FREAKING THINGS TO WORK ON BUT THATS THE JIST AND OMG

okay they said they i didn’t need to give them credit but im just mentioning it. @hmsmiracles gave me a good idea for the whole inferi cave that im basing how regulus is found so if it weren’t for them this story would be going a different route. ALSO i saw @deathnguts insane barty but regulus was fully dead and he was basically kept as a mannequin or whatever, but that’s ALSO inspired by this so if it weren’t for either of these people this would not even be a concept in my head so thank you to you both.

[stillwithmeisonlyyou]

What if pandora never got over the fact that she lost all of her friends in the span of a couple years?

What if she shut off her emotions for so long after that, threw herself to experimenting with potions, because it reminded her of the simpler times when she and regulus brewed stuff in slughorn's lab that reg had special access to, as their friends chattered.

What if she felt as if it was solely her shortcoming because she saw all of this unravel before, she was just too scared of her visions, or rather what they implied if they were true; she never believed for a second his boys would turn out to be evil, so she ignored it all till she couldn't?

What if Evan wasn't there anymore when her gift became too much to bear?

What if her unwavering belief in her friends and who they could be clouding the reality became the reason for all of their downfall in the end?

What if the experiments were a distraction that let her live in the delusion that these people she still cares about so deeply despite everything; are still alive and well somewhere, that she didn't fail at protecting them, that it didn't all go up in flames.

What if her unchanging wish for all these years was that the smart red headed girl she let slip through her fingers got to raise her kid?

What if she was distant like her parents because it hurt to feel? What if she wanted Luna to know about her chosen family, let their memory live on, but it was so painful talking about them that she felt like she could never get it right and shut down? What if she became the mom to Luna she swore she'd never be, distant and dismissive? What if she felt like she failed in the end?

What if she never went and looked for Harry because she was failing at being a mom as it is? What if she swore she could feel Lily's disappointment in her? What if she felt like she let her down the most?

What if it wasn't an experiment went wrong or a precaution forgotten to be taken? What if she just didn't care anymore? She just missed her people and hoped to be with them, leave her guilt behind?

What if her last thought was that she failed everyone?

And what if the last thoughts of the rosier twins mirror each other?

What then guys like do i shoot myself

[vxserii]

if you enjoy the seer!pandora hc, i beg you to research the greek myth of cassandra & imagine her as pandora

here’s some tragic quotes surrounding her that remind me of pandora ☺️☺️

[siriusly-me-t]

The Boy in the Visions

Thank you @glxsyymads for the writing prompt! I kind a took it and changed it a bit as my brain brained.

When Regulus told Pandora he was trans, her heart dropped. She was so proud of him for being himself and finally being able to express who he was, to be who he was, but she finally recognized him, the boy from the visions. When they had first met and Pandora had accidentally mistaken him for the boy, she had been so happy. There was no way that that girl named something completely different could be the boy she always saw drowning. But when he told her he was trans, when she saw his new haircut, his new style, his new name, she knew her best friend was fated to die. 

She cried when he told her his name for the first time. Regulus. It was a name that haunted her dreams, that came up in visions, that always was lost to the quiet at the bottom of a lake. She could feel the hands dragging the boy into the water. She could feel the water filling his lungs, burning his chest, and suffocating him. Regulus had thought that she didn’t accept him. They didn’t speak for three days, and in those three days the visions were worse. She saw not only the boy, but her brother and so so many other people die. Everyone around her was going to die. Pandora was going to be alone. She made up with Regulus after that, telling him about her visions. She never told him details, especially not who the visions were about, but she told him that they existed. 

The night that Regulus drowned, Pandora knew. She was pregnant with her first child, safe at home with her Xenophilius. She cried that night, more than she ever had before. She also had her last vision that night. It had started with a clock, 10:32am, then panned to a calendar, October 7th, 1990. She was making a potion, something experimental. It exploded. She was gone. Her daughter was alone. Pandora never told anyone about that vision. She never told anyone that the visions stopped. Pandora wasn’t alone, and she knew her daughter wouldn’t be either, but she knew that the boy was. She knew that the boy named Regulus, who she grew up seeing, who had become her best friend, was alone. He was alone at the bottom of a cold dark lake. He would forever be alone, surrounded by the creatures that killed him, surrounded by hate.

[florsial]

Thinking about seer!Regulus that learned to accept things as they are because he grew up learning that trying to avoid your fate leads you right into it.

Sirius running away? He accepted it with quiet bitterness.

Getting the dark mark? No use to turn away.

James breaking up with him after getting said mark? It is what it is.

His parents dying without ever saying “I’m sorry”, “I love you”, or “I’m proud of you”? He’ll get over it.

Until he starts getting dreams of darkness, freezing waters, and sharp claws during the first wizarding war. He fears that that’s what will happen to the wizarding world when Voldemort wins and when Kreacher comes back soaked and terrified after being lended to the the dark lord, his fears were cemented.

He forgets everything he’s ever learned and ventures into the cave, only to be trapped in darkness, surrounded by freezing waters, and getting dragged down by sharp claws.

[axxio-sriracha]

October 16th ~ Prompt: Run ~ Word Count: 206 ~ @jegulily-microfics

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Regulus woke, the sun in his face and an ache in his back after he'd fallen asleep stargazing in the astronomy tower.

He spotted Potter going for a run on the grounds. He was shirtless, all lean muscles and wind-swept hair. Regulus was enthralled.

His attention was drawn to a tree by the lake, Lily Evans resting in its shade.

She was studying, quill trapped between her teeth, hair shining in the morning sun. She was, to put it simply, beautiful.

Regulus’ eyes flicked indecisively between them.

About ten blissful minutes minutes later, a noise made him jump,

“Don't sneak up on me like that!” He called.

Pandora didn't apologize, stepping beside him and looking at the pair,

“Congratulations to you three. You go well together.”

“What?” Regulus whispered.

“Oh... it hasn't happened yet?” She shrugged, “Maybe it's later today.”

She left without further explanation, leaving Regulus frozen in shock.

He turned back to find Potter and Evans talking animatedly. He couldn't hear, but he could tell they were flustered about something.

His heart soared, they really did look amazing together.

Then the strangest thing happened.

They looked up to the astronomy tower, Potter seemed nervous, Evans intrigued.

It took a moment to understand.

They were staring at him.

[marauders-bs]

Dora had seen her death many times in dreams.

She'd foreseen all of their deaths. She'd taught Reg to swim and her brother to fight, but it hadn't been any use.

The Prophet on her kitchen table said so.

Lily and James Potter Dead, the headlines screamed. Baby Harry Potter first to survive the Killing Curse. Sirius Black still at large. Black heir confirmed dead. Evan Rosier killed by Aurors. She'd kept every article, had done her best to keep them alive in her memory.

And in her garden.

Evan's voice whispered in her head. "Fire's cleansing, Dora. It heals."

Well, Pandora wasn't quite sure what this would heal, but she would try anything.

She walked to the garden in the back of the house. Calla lilies, for Lily. Sage plants for Dorcas. Sunflowers for James and white roses for Regulus.

Fire is cleansing, Evan had said.

Well. Maybe that was what Pandora needed.