#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

[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 ❤️

[ellecdc]

the case of the missing pickles

poly!marauders x slytherin seer!reader who can't stop Seeing them [2.9k words]

amalgamation of various prompts:

prompt 1 from 🔮🐍 anon: I was wondering if you could do a part two of Sight's Set where one of her visions comes true? maybe the vision is of her on a date with them to Hogsmeade, but it turns out differently where she goes to Hogsmeade alone and they find her there and join her??? prompt 2 from anonymous: Can I please request marauders with a reader who are just in the beginning of their relationship and yet they know r so well like she doesn't have to even ask and she's all confused and flustered prompt 3 from 🕊️ anon: Remus calling feisty slytherin reader 'dove' being her kryptonite

The sun was warm on your skin as the castle gates permeated your view. You were trying to hide your amused smile at the boys’ antics, though you’re sure you were unsuccessful when a gentle laugh escaped your lips.

James faltered in his steps at the sound, turning to look at you with a beaming smile.

“Well gorgeous,” Sirius teased with a salacious grin as he moved to stand in front of you. “I had a wonderful time on our date today.” 

Remus breathed out a chuckle as he placed your jacket that he had been carrying over your shoulders, taking a moment to squeeze your shoulder affectionately before moving to stand with James.

“Don’t make any plans for next Hogsmeade weekend; we’ll definitely be doing this again!” James called; Remus encouraging him forward by a hand on his waist as Sirius walked away from you backwards to continue looking you up and down.

“Don’t miss us too much.” He said with a wink before turning to join the other two boys.

You woke up with a start, shooting upright in your bed as you sucked in a much needed breath. Goosebumps erupted all over your body as the feeling of being submerged in cold water began to dissipate and your nervous system realised it wasn’t dying.

After nearly two decades of living with ‘the gift’ of Sight, one would think your body would have a better response to it.

Alas, it still acted like you were moments away from death.

Perhaps it wasn’t too far off, what with all your Sights of the Marauders overtaking your every waking (and sleeping) moment; perhaps you were dying, perhaps that would be preferable.

After taking a warm shower to bring some much needed heat back to your bones and wash away the residual nerves that your vision had caused, you decided to put it out of your mind; you would never agree to waste one of your precious Hogsmeade trips with the Marauders anyways, so there really was no point stewing over it.

You eventually made your way into the Slytherin common room to find Regulus and Barty already situated with a copy of the Daily Prophet.

“Good morning, Treasure!” Barty cheered as he stood abruptly from his spot on the sofa with Regulus. “Heading to Hogsmeade today?”

“You know that I am, Barty.” You responded with a smirk. “I told you I needed to go to Tomes and Scrolls; the book I ordered should be in.”

“Great!” Barty clapped his hands together. “I need to stop at Dogweed & Deathcap!”

“Absolutely not.”

Barty paused in his excited tirade to look at you incredulously. “What do you mean, absolutely not!?”

“I mean you are absolutely not coming with me, Barty.”

“Why!?”

“Barty.” You started as if you were speaking to a rather troublesome toddler. “Last time I let you come with me you had us kicked out of Zonko’s and then spent two and half hours violently debating with the Dogweed & Deathcap shopkeep about the proper brewing times for veritaserum.” 

Barty stared at you bewilderedly as you held his gaze.

“You’re really not going to let me come with you?” He asked after a painfully long silence. 

“No.”

Barty stomped his foot once and let out a petulant breath. “Then you’re not allowed to be my best woman at our wedding!”

Regulus looked up from the newspaper he’d been engrossed with in favour of this ridiculous conversation to look at the two of you in bemusement.

“Wha-? We’re not getting married?” Regulus stated as a question, effectively removing Barty’s furious glare from you only to have it directed at himself. 

“It’s just one sodding disappointment after another!” He screeched before turning and storming off towards the boys’ dormitory. 

You and Regulus stared at the empty spot that was once Barty Crouch Junior before Regulus broke the silence by standing with a tired sigh. 

“Well I guess I know what you’ll be up to today.” You teased gently earning you a groan from the youngest Black. 

“If you happen to be by Honeydukes…”

“Yeah, yeah.” You cut him off, accepting the galleons he pulled from his pocket as he held them out to you. “I’ll pick him up some sugared butterfly wings.” 

“Thanks, I’ll need all the help I can get.” He grumbled as he made his way after his cantankerous boyfriend. 

Even the dreary weather couldn’t bring your mood down as you pocketed your galleons and accepted Barty’s bag of sugared butterfly wings from the Honeydukes shopkeep. 

You loved Hogsmeade, and you loved visiting with your friends, but sometimes there was nothing like enjoying a peaceful trip on your own.

Feeling quite pleased at having procured your special order from Tomes & Scrolls and successfully running Regulus’ errands, you pulled your hood up to protect yourself from the elements outside before pushing open the shop door only to collide with a heavy force on the other side. 

“Hullo, L/N!” James called as he quickly righted you. 

This cannot be happening. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You grumbled as you stepped out of James’ hold, pretending like you didn’t notice the slight fall in his expression at the loss of contact.

“Nope, I think you’ll find I’m really quite Sirius.” Sirius said with a wink.

“Ew-” You started, turning to look at the longhaired boy in disgust. “That was terrible. That’s a terrible joke.” 

“Listen, when you get cursed with a name that’s also an adjective, you get to make all the terrible jokes you’d like.” He responded plainly. 

“You get used to it.” Remus sighed; offering you a sympathetic crooked smile.

“I should think I won’t, thank you very much.” You said as you turned to walk away, only to feel a gentle hand grasp your elbow.

“Whoa whoa, where’re you off too in such a hurry?” James asked teasingly. 

“The castle?” You responded quickly, immediately berating yourself for deigning to explain yourself to the likes of the Marauders. 

“Before lunch?” Remus asked then. “It’s not a trip to Hogsmeade without a stop at the Three Broomsticks.” 

“I’m not hungry.” You proclaimed with finality only for your stomach to traitorously contradict you by groaning rather loudly at the thought of one of your beloved tuna melts from the restaurant.

“Liar.” Sirius smirked smugly. “To the Three Broomsticks!”

Before you had a chance to protest, Remus and Sirius were walking ahead as James threw his arm over your shoulders and guided you after them.

“Get your hands off of me, Potter.” You spat.

“Sorry sweetheart, I wish I could, but then I’d have no way of ensuring that you wouldn’t just take off.” He apologised, not sounding very apologetic at all. 

You thought of your Sight from this morning but decided you were relatively safe; they had called it a date - this was decidedly a hostage situation. Besides, the weather had been really rather lovely in your Sight; today’s weather was quite the opposite.

It was fine.

This wasn’t a date.

You were fine.

Just fine. 

Except you had no sooner entered the Three Broomsticks before Sirius was pulling out a chair for you as James rather forcefully sat you in it; Remus quickly sitting and blocking your means of escape on your other side.

“I’ll go order!” James called quickly before nearly skipping towards the bar to do just that.

Sirius sat across from you looking all sorts of chuffed at his current predicament, smiling knowingly between Remus and yourself. “So,” he started. “Any more visions of your wonderful future with us?”

“Bite me.” You spat immediately, hoping to all the gods that no one noticed the heat emanating from your cheeks at the question. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He smirked.

“Be nice to her.” Remus chided softly. “She already doesn’t want to be here.”

That’s right, you thought petulantly before quickly scolding yourself for agreeing with a Marauder. 

Entirely too soon in your opinion did James return, happily sitting beside Sirius and looking around the table. “So! What’d I miss?”

“Y/N wants me to bite her.” Sirius responded quickly. “Okay!” James agreed readily. “Now?”

“Oh my gods I’m going to avada myself.” You muttered as you pressed your fingers into your temples.

“Oh come now, not before lunch.” Remus chuckled, rubbing conciliatory circles onto your back.

You couldn’t believe how tactile these boys seemed to be; they almost always had their hands on each other in some way. Sirius currently had a hand on James’ thigh who had his arm thrown casually over the other boy’s shoulder. You were almost certain that James had extended his legs under the table and was currently playing some form of footsie with Remus, who, in turn, had his hand on your back. 

And then you thought of the ease that James had thrown his arm over your own shoulder on your way here as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“What’re you thinking so hard about?” Sirius asked, pressing a finger to the divot that was growing between your brows before you hastily swatted his hand away from you.

“Just wondering what I ever did in another life to deserve this.” 

“Must’ve been an angel in another life to deserve us.” He responded haughtily.

“She’s an angel in this life too.” James added; beaming smile making you feel as though you needed to squint your eyes lest you look directly at it. 

The barkeep saved you from having to think of a response by placing food in front of each of you.

Your beloved tuna melt that you had been dreaming of earlier sat on a plate before you, confusing you as to how James seemed to know your order.

But perhaps he hadn’t; perhaps the barkeep recognised you and knew what you usually ordered. 

You pulled open the sandwich and were hit by another curiosity.

“There’s no pickles?” You asked aloud, causing the three boys to look at you in bemusement. 

“Did you want pickles?” James asked you slowly; his fork hovering over his plate as he delayed the first bite of his own meal on your account. 

“Well…no, but it usually comes with pickles.” You explained dumbly. 

“Yes but you always pick them off, so I asked for no pickles.” He explained simply before finally taking his long awaited bite. 

“How did you know that?” You demanded rather harshly then. 

“Know what? Your order?” Sirius asked on James’ behalf.

“Yes. And the pickles.”

“Because we pay attention?” Remus offered then; you could see him scrutinising you from the corner of your eye.

“Do you want me to go ask for pickles so that you can pick them off?” James teased then, an ill-suppressed amused grin threatening to overtake his face. 

“No, I want you to stop that.”

“Stop what?” Sirius asked with a smirk. “Knowing things about you?”

“Yes, that. Stop that.” You ordered.

“You’d have to obliviate me.” James taunted, leaning on his elbow and resting his chin on his fist as he considered you. 

“Better make sure to get the incantation right, gorgeous.” Sirius added. “Otherwise you’ll be responsible for his care when you ultimately put him into a vegetative state.”

You huffed petulantly before opting to take a bite from your sandwich in favour of continuing with your current conversation. 

“I’m sorry, but I have to ask-” Remus started with an amused grin on his face. “If you don’t like pickles, why don’t you just ask for no pickles?”

You let out a conceding sigh as you swallowed your bite. “I don’t want to be a bother…it’s just as easy to pick them off myself.”

You felt shame prickle at the back of your neck when your answer was met with silence before Sirius let out a bark of laughter. 

“Oh my Godric,” He exclaimed excitedly. “You are a big softy.” 

Against your better judgement you kicked your foot out at the long haired Marauder, horrified when James yelped before reaching under the table to rub his hand over his shin. 

“Fucking hells, sorry Potter.” You grumbled as you tried to curl in on yourself, watching as Remus cooed at the bespectacled boy and Sirius laughed at him. 

“Oh, no worries angel.” James offered you tightly, voice coloured with pain as he forced a smile at you. “Merlin, you've got quite the leg on you.”

“Fuck yeah she does.” Sirius agreed salaciously, earning him a fiery glare from you as you considered re-aiming your foot. 

“Easy there, dove. Play nice, yeah?” Remus murmured then, causing a shiver to rush down your spine as you turned to look at him with your mouth parted slightly.

You were absolutely horrified at the very visible reaction you had to the scarred boy’s endearment - and you knew it was a very visible reaction because Remus had a very visible reaction to it. 

“You’re alright, dove.” He murmured again, this time with a knowing smirk before turning back to his own sandwich and pretending like he hadn’t just completely rocked your world with one simple word. 

You looked over to see Sirius pick off of James’ plate as you waited for James to use his fork as a weapon for the egregious crime of stealing food, only to see James quickly load up a fork-full and hold it out for Sirius to try. 

“Fuck, I should have ordered that instead.” Sirius admitted as he swallowed the bite.

“Wanna switch?” James offered quickly, already lifting his plate to give Sirius room to slide his over should he want. 

“I’m not taking your meal, bubs.” Sirius responded with a smile as a faint blush dusted the tops of his cheeks. 

“You’re not taking, I’m offering.” James insisted, moving Sirius’ plate in front of him before placing his own plate in front of Sirius when it became obvious the other boy wasn’t going to help. 

“Thank you.” Sirius admitted rather shyly for the notoriously boisterous boy before he pecked a kiss to James’ cheek.

You looked over to Remus in bemusement only to see him looking lovingly over at his boyfriends. 

“Did you wanna switch, too?” Remus asked then, alerting you to the fact that he was quite aware that you had been staring at him.

“Absolutely not; you stay away from my tuna melt.” You spat before taking another bite.

You found yourself quite glad that the boys simply laughed before moving on to other topics of conversation, watching curiously as they talked and joked the afternoon away.

By the time the four of you were making your way back towards the castle the sky had cleared, leaving the spring air fresh and fragrant in the warm sun.

You felt a gentle tug and turned to watch Remus pull your jacket out of your arms before folding it over his own arm to carry it for you.

Shit. 

“Moons! What do muggles call the game ‘leaping toadstools’?” Sirius called suddenly from where he and James had run ahead.

Remus breathed out a chuckle as he smiled at them. “Leapfrog.” He called back with an audible eyeroll you were sure was mostly for show.

“Rem, I bet five galleons that me and Pads can leapfrog the whole way back to the castle.” James shouted.

“I’m not betting.”

James let out a horrified scoff. “Why not!?”

“Because I know that you likely can even though you probably shouldn’t.” He responded simply.

“Don’t rain on our parade, Moony.” Sirius said dismissively, waving Remus off like he was the definition of anti-fun. 

And to your absolute horror, you found yourself rather entertained as you watched them line up to play leapfrog; the only interruption of the game on your walk being to pet the odd cat, point at a patch of honking daffodils, and to run back and steal kisses from Remus (glaring at them when they threatened to do the same with you). 

The sun was warm on your skin as the castle gates permeated your view. You were trying to hide your amused smile at the boys’ antics, though you’re sure you were unsuccessful when a gentle laugh escaped your lips.

James faltered in his steps at the sound, turning to look at you with a beaming smile.

“Well gorgeous,” Sirius teased with a salacious grin as he moved to stand in front of you. “I had a wonderful time on our date today.” 

Remus breathed out a chuckle as he placed your jacket that he had been carrying over your shoulders, taking a moment to squeeze your shoulder affectionately before moving to stand with James.

“Don’t make any plans for next Hogsmeade weekend; we’ll definitely be doing this again!” James called; Remus encouraging him forward by a hand on his waist as Sirius walked away from you backwards to continue looking you up and down.

“Don’t miss us too much.” He said with a wink before turning to join the other two boys.

And though you would sooner die than admit this to anyone, after this rather lovely afternoon and with the amount of time the Marauders have spent leapfrogging through your mind, you didn’t think you could miss them too much, even if you wanted to.

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[accio-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.

[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

[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. Call 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.

[goformoony]

*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.

[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 ☺️☺️

[asmo-d3us]

angsty & regulus’ death || the letter dorcas received from her first ever friend || part 5 of 8

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~*Dorcas Meadows*~

Dorcas never thought that she would live a life without her friends. Those boys. Those boys who always accompanied her everywhere, those boys who never dared to disappoint her, those boys who pranked with her, who danced with her, who shared the best memories with her. The boys who betrayed her, and broke their promise.

But it was fine! It was absolutely fine, because she still had Pandora, and those boys were bad people. They will kill, they will murder, and they will commit crimes. Dorcas is better off without them.

In all honesty, Cas isn’t so sure about that.

It’s been so lonely without them, so depressing. Dorcas doesn’t feel like herself. She feels hollow, in despair, in heartbreak. She misses the comforting laughter of her friends during dark nights in the common room, watching the giant squid glide by the windows. She misses the feeling of rare and meaningful hugs. She misses her boys. Her precious siblings, destined for doom at the end.

Regulus, cold complexion but a warm heart, harsh glares but soft smiles, heated words accompanied by the warmest hands. Regulus, who would find asking for help embarrassing. Regulus, who scolded all of them but laughed behind the scenes. Regulus, who nearly cried alongside the tears of one of his fellow friends. Regulus, who acted so tough, when he was not–just in case Sirius was watching.

Barty, big smiles and small ounces of shame, cold hands but warm greetings, annoying snores with comforting touches. Clingy, but shameless. Loving, but secretive. Dorcas wishes more people could’ve gotten to know him. The best side of him. She wishes they could just understand where they came from, their backgrounds. But no, they judge. They judge without reading the words in the book. They judge by the printed cover.

Remembering the way Barty’s gaze would change whenever Evan stepped into the room was bittersweet. Their soft smiles, soft slide of skin-on-skin, warm hugs and softly spoken words. It filled Dorcas up with love, this new thing between them. She wasn’t used to it, but she knew they needed it. She wonders if they’re still alive. She shouldn’t think about them too much, but she can’t help herself.

And there was Evan. Soft chuckles and loud gazes, quiet nods and hums yet his presence was so there, she didn’t know how to explain him. He was different, carried a different aura, a different energy. All she knew for sure was that if they were straight, she would’ve fallen for him. Flawless skin, perfect teeth, pale glowy skin, slim figure, thin hands, soft locks, deep voices and fragile giggles. She knew why Barty loved him. How couldn’t you?

Dorcas cocooned into the corner of the room, gazing out the window and at Regulus’ star. I miss him the most, I think. She thought to herself. I love them all the same, but I miss him. She didn’t know why, well–she did, but she didn’t know why this sudden feeling of want took over her heart. She closed her eyes, the bright blinking of the star flashing behind her lids.

There came a soft clacking noise from nearby and she cracked open an eye, leaning off the wall in surprise when seeing Regulus’ owl. She stood, walking towards the bird and peering into its wet eyes. She shouldn’t grab the letter. She shouldn’t read it, it’s for the best. She’s gotten enough letters from Barty and enough letters from Evan (a handful, which is quite much coming from Ev), and one single letter from Reg, including this one. Normally, she would’ve ignored the owl like any sane person, but before she could process, the letter was in her hand and the owl long gone over the horizon. She looked up, and Regulus’ star was dim. She furrowed her brows, fiddling with the bent corners of the thick envelope. The star should be the brightest today.

Gulping, she pulled herself away from the window, sitting back down in her tiny corner and glaring unblinkingly at the letter. Laughter at Barty’s jokes, smiles when sharing a knowing glance, hugs when upset, cheering at quidditch, giggles when Potter would stare at him, drama about Lupin being a supposed ‘werewolf’, books being traded between them both, reading quietly in the library while Barty and Evan disrupted peace across the room accompanied with Pandora’s lectures, teasing with crude and dark jokes, memories. Many of them.

She plucked open the poorly stamped wax, her fingers shaking like petals in wind. She tugged out the thickly folded letter delicately, brows scrunched when a separate sheet of paper slipped from between the cracks of the hastendly written letter. She placed that aside, and began to unfold the scrunched up message.

She cleared her throat, blinking with dry eyes, and she read.

______________________

08/01/79

Dear older sister,

If you have received this letter, I am dead. I have told Kreacher to send out all of my letters if I don’t make it back. In all honesty, I always knew I wouldn’t make it back, but I foolishly kept my hopes up. I kept my hopes up that if I went on just a day longer, things would change. But they didn’t. To make sure you read this letter, I have sent an owl to accompany it and bring it to the receiver.

I’m sorry to surprise you like this, especially when we aren’t close like we used to be anymore. I wanted to leave this world knowing the latest memories you have of me are good ones. I know you knew something was wrong with me, and you were right. You always know when something is wrong, and I love you for it.

I hope you never forget me and who I was. I hope when you hear anyone (my brother) speak badly about me you will roll your eyes and defend me. I know you would either way, but it is my wish for you.

Actually, I have a different wish for you when I die. Whenever you stumble upon Barty, Evan, even James, Remus, Lily, and Sirius, show them respect. I want the people I love showcasing love for each other. Even if you must force it.

I promise you, I will be waiting for you all after death. I promise I’ll be here. There is no point anyway in denying everything, I already know I’ll be dead. Don’t ask how, or why I know.

Do not tell anyone what I am about to tell you, but I know how Evan and Barty will die. Someone has told me, but I won’t say names. Spend as much time with them as you can, or at least see them as much as you can. Be strong, nothing will end easy.

I wrote another letter alongside this one. You and Pandora are the only ones who’ve got one. It’s a plan for both of you, just know there is a risk of death.

Maybe in another life we’ll all be able to grow old together as a close group of friends. Inseparable. Maybe in another life things won’t end this way and we could’ve gotten to know each other as much as we could. I face death with the hope that you will all live long and healthy lives, and if not, I fill myself with yet another foolish hope that when we all die, we’ll be reunited.

Remember our friendship, and control your anger.

R.A.B.

______________________

Dorcas shut her eyes tightly, hot tears racing down her chocolate cheeks. She rose up from the floor, knees weak, and she stared upon the star once more. It was dimmer. Fading. But it was still flickering with its remaining energy. He’s not dead, she thought, feeling her heart sink lower down into the trenches of her gut, he’s dying.

She didn’t allow herself to cry. She picked up the other letter, quickly reading the words, Horcrux, spell, potion, death, the dark lord being the only things she understood.

“Panda.” She gasped, clutching both letters and storming out of the room and down the hallway, rapidly clasping onto her bag and rushing to the fireplace. She picked up the floo, and threw it down with an exasperated call of her best friend's location.

Hogsmeade with her friends, Regulus’ swatting hands, Barty’s hyena cackles, Evan’s twinkling eyes, Pandora’s flower crown. Christmas break, Regulus’ eyes filled with dread, Barty pacing the room, Evan sobbing with the mark on his arm, and Pandora nowhere to be seen.

Year 4, Regulus’ transition, Barty’s intrigued stares, Evan’s proud eyes, and Pandora’s knowing smirk. Sirius running away, Regulus’ desperate wails for his brother, Barty’s screaming in fury, Evan’s throbbing headache and pacing, and Pandora’s comforting back rubs.

She landed, nausea stars clouding the corners of her vision. “Panda,” She wailed, collapsing her weight against the door. “Pandora!” she wailed with a scream, scratching the wooden door of the Lovegood residence. Finally, the door opened. And there she was, eyebags and chapped lips.

“Dorcas?”

2 years later, Dorcas Meadows didn’t control her anger after Marlene’s death.

~*~*~*~*~*~

[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.

[deathnguts]

Cartoon Bartylus variants

[ellecdc]

hello love! I just, like, devoured all your writings today and idk if your requests are open, but I really like seer!reader and I was wondering if I could request one with poly!marauders where reader is a slytherin and she has a vision of befriending them or being in a relationship with them?

I’d imagined she thinks it’s a silly vision at first but the more she sees the boys (as she’s friends with Regulus so is bound to run into them with him), the visions occur more and more until she finally has an official interaction with them and officially meets them.

Idk if that’s too complicated/confusing, if so, you don’t have to write it obviously 😅.

I love Seer reader!!! thanks for your request lovie <3

please note: my requests are currently closed as I finish exams and work through the requests that I currently have.

poly!marauders x Seer Slytherin fem!reader who Sees a relationship with them

“Tell me again why I have to sit at the Gryffindor table for lunch?” You protested as Regulus all but dragged you to the Great Hall and Barty skipped merrily-on ahead. 

“Because I have to sit at the Gryffindor table for lunch.” He answered gruffly, strengthening his hold on your arm as you faltered in your steps.

“I don’t know, babes; have you ever considered just killing him? You wouldn’t have to reconnect with your estranged brother if he was dead.” Barty offered nonchalantly. 

“For the last time, Barty, I am not killing my brother.”

“A decision we’re all suffering for, apparently.” You muttered petulantly as you entered the Great Hall; chatter and the sounds of cutlery and tableware permeating your senses.

“Don’t worry, Treasure. The faster we eat the faster we can get away.” Barty offered in consolation.

“I am not doing the heimlich on you again, Barty.” You groaned as you followed Regulus towards the wrong side of the Great Hall.

“Come on, they’re not that bad.” Regulus tried.

You and Barty both stopped to give him unimpressed glares.

“Lupin’s not that bad.” He corrected.

“Yeah, and then he ruins that by the company he keeps.” You grumble as you plopped yourself down unceremoniously at the Red and Gold table across from your three lunch dates for the day.

Listen, you were all for being a good friend, a supportive friend; you would die for Regulus Black.

You’re not sure that support extended to willingly eating lunch with Gryffindor’s. 

But Regulus was determined to mend his relationship with his brother before Sirius graduated, Barty went just about anywhere Regulus went, and apparently you were single-handedly responsible for Regulus’ general sanity when it came to his brother and Barty.

“Hello Reggie!” Sirius called quickly.

“Don’t call me that.”

“What am I supposed to call you?” His brother bit back slightly less brightly. 

“I call him sugar tits but I don’t think that’s universal.” Barty offered as he started loading up his plate.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Junior.” James offered cautiously.

“I bet it is, Potter.”

Sirius sighed as if he’d been dealing with the likes of toddlers all morning and not 37 seconds of Barty Crouch Junior. “The polite thing to say would be ‘it’s nice to see you too, James’.”

Barty froze with his fork half way to his mouth as he furrowed his brows at Sirius. “No it wouldn’t; it’s not polite to lie, Black.”

“I brought another friend you can try to converse with.” Regulus spat hastily.

“Pretend I’m not here; that’s what I’m doing.” You sighed as you resigned yourself to your fate.

“Well, this is off to a good start.” Remus said with a smirk as he flipped a page in his book. 

You did suppose Lupin was the least…abrasive of him and his boyfriends. You’d had a chance to get to know him last year during prefect rounds; and while you didn’t appreciate how much he let his fellow Marauders get away with, he was relatively nice. In fact, if he had been in any house other than Gryffindor, you may have given him a chance. 

His boyfriend’s, though?

You’d rather take your chances with the Giant Squid than spend your lunch hour with them.

Were they attractive? Sure. You may be contemptuous, but you weren’t blind. 

But they always seemed to be on; there was never a moment of silence with those two nearby, and you often found yourself bracing for impact whenever they were around.

“Looking as smashing as ever, L/N.” James said as he shot you a wink.

Case in point. 

“If I threw a stick, you’d leave right?” You sneered and turned towards your sandwich.

“Nice!” Barty cheered at the same time as Remus muttered “easy kitten; play nice.” 

You started to feel the familiar sensation of your consciousness being pulled elsewhere. It felt as though you were being submerged under cold water, and the neurons firing in your brain were being gently lifted and ushered towards a new reality. 

“What’s wrong dollface?” Sirius asked you earnestly.

You sucked in a shaky breath as you tried to hide the trembling in your hands. “I just don’t feel very good.” You whispered, not trusting your voice to get through a sentence without sobbing.

“Oh, my poor girl. Come here sweets.” He repositioned himself from laying on his stomach to sitting cross legged and opening his arms in invitation.

You quickly accepted his offer and curled up in his lap as he wrapped protective arms around you and began to rock you back and forth.

“You’re okay, dolly. You’re just fine.” He murmured with his lips pressed to your hair line. “D’ya wanna stay here with me and the boys tonight?”

You let out a pathetically embarrassing keening sound as you nodded quickly.

“Okay baby; consider it done.” 

You sucked in a horrified breath as your consciousness returned and you were once again assaulted by the noises of the Great Hall.

Regulus quickly caught the glass of pumpkin juice you’d just nearly toppled and was holding your wrist tightly in his hand.

You thanked the deities for his seeker reflexes and that he seemed to already know what had happened; this was a relatively routine practice between the two of you this far along in your friendship.

“You’re okay.” He offered without even sparing you a glance as he took a napkin with his free hand to clean up what little you’d spilled.

He kept your wrist in his grip; tracking your pulse as he waited for your heart rate to slow down. 

“Was it a good one!?” Barty asked excitedly, alerting you to the fact that it wasn’t just you and Regulus sitting here.

You looked up horrified to see Remus, James, and Sirius all looking at you with various levels of concerns. 

“Was what a good one?” Sirius asked bemusedly. 

Barty scoffed derisively. “She’s a Seer, Black. Fuck, you’re thick.”

“Barty.” Regulus scolded as he turned to offer you his full attention. 

“Are you really?” James asked at the same time as Regulus asked “what did you See?” 

“I have to go.” You muttered breathlessly as you grabbed your things and headed towards the exit.

“No fair! Why does she get to leave and I don’t!?” You heard Barty whine as you pushed through the doors to the courtyard. 

You were going insane, surely. This was just a bout of madness. You needed psychological help, like one of those muggle mind healers. You could not seriously be having Sights of you dating the Marauders.

“Hey L/N!” 

“Fucking hells!” You shrieked as you spun to see Remus and James approaching you, the latter having been the one to call your name.

James still had his ever present smile on his face whilst Remus approached you with slightly more caution.

“Not happy to see us?” Remus asked with a soft smirk across his face.

“I…well,”

Apparently your bumbling was particularly telling to your current mental state, if their furrowed brows and nervous glances to each other were anything to go by.

“No funny quip for us today? You’re not going to tell me that I look like something you could draw with your left hand?” James taunted.

“Go fuck yourself, Potter.” You said with half the amount of derision you’d intended.

“Why? You wanna watch him?” Remus asked.

Okay, everything you ever said about Remus being not as bad as his boyfriends?

Lies.

“For Salazar’s sake, L/N; you sure know how to pick ‘em, huh?” Avery sneered from behind you.

“Speak when you’re spoken to, fuck face.” You barked back.

Avery only scoffed in response. 

“Hanging out with Baby Black and his crazy pet that follows him around wasn’t enough; you had to sully yourself with the likes of Gryffindor’s?” Mulciber continued for him. 

“You know, I’d be mad too if I looked like someone who has fallen for every MLM scam known to mankind.” James spat; his face taking on a severity you’d never seen from the notoriously sunny-dispositioned boy.

You wondered what else you hadn’t seen from him.

You made a rather hasty and embarrassing retreat after that gave you some…inappropriate thoughts.

You’d been plagued with more Sights since then, having been avoiding them after more images of them fussing and fawning over you (and - perhaps more horrifyingly - you over them), and then out-and-out hiding from them after a particularly… steamy Sight you had.

“You cannot hide in the Slytherin common room forever, Treasure.” Barty sighed as he plopped down beside you on the couch and rested his head on your shoulder.

“Why not?”

“Because Regulus gave them the password to the common room.”

“He what!?” You shrieked as the door opened and in spilled three Gryffindors and one Slytherin. 

“There you are, angel!” James cheered as he quickly made his way towards you.

Already with the pet names!?

“Did you really think you could hide from us, dollface?” Sirius winked as he and James took the settee across from you (causing a few younger year Slytherin’s to quickly vacate the area).

“Regulus, how could you?” You seethed at your now ex-friend. 

“I’m tired of Barty bailing on me to hide out here with you. Also, I’m not a house elf and will no longer be bringing you your meals.”

You pouted at him before a surprised yelp left your lips as you were lifted up from your seat.

Remus took your place on the sofa and placed you in the space between his thighs.

“Lupin! What are you doing!?”

“Making your dreams come true, gorgeous.” Sirius answered for you.

“They’re not dreams, you absolute mumpsimus. They’re visions of the future.” Barty sneered.

“Even better then.” James continued as he now pulled a scowling Sirius into his side. “We’re starting our future together.”

“You told them!?” You asked Regulus disbelievingly.

“Well you weren’t going to.” 

“That was the point!”

“Easy there, dove.” Remus whispered into your ear, causing a shiver to rack through you as your body traitorously melted further into Remus’ embrace. 

The only way out of this was clearly going to be the death of you (via Remus’ smoothness, James’ loveliness, and Sirius’ boldness), their murders (at your hands), or stupidly drunk in love.

You weren’t sure which option was worse.