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verrsazexx · 15 hours ago
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Jegulus but they never dated, they never really talked. Their relationship consisted of longing looks across the hallways but never an actual interaction. They didn't need words to understand each other, and though they'd never spoken alone even once, James felt a deep pain in his chest when Regulus died. He didn't grieve what they had, he grieved what they could've had if only the world had been kinder to them.
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verrsazexx · 15 hours ago
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Petition to cease & desist using WATER as a ship name for Regulus Black because:
It’s slander
It’s the location where he d!ed, not the (kinda metal) thing that caused it.
It don’t make no sense.
That twink didn’t “drown”— he breathed in water while monsters ripped his flesh from his body (there’s a difference.)
He was taken down like a thirsty gazelle drinking @ a watering hole that gets ambushed by an alligator, dragged into the water, & chomped on 2 d£ath.
Canon: After drinking the poison (to switch out the locker horcrux) he was hella thir$ty -> bent down to drink the water in the cave -> he was ambushed by water dwelling monsters that can only be killed with Fiendfyre (like mf-ing horcruxes) -> dragged into the water (still alive) by their creepy skeleton hands -> ripped his flesh from his bones while breathing in water -> he ☠️.
Out of all of that 🔝 this was the thing we latched onto?
His most likely causes of d£ath (ranked in order from ‘ofc its this one’ to ‘interesting wrong opinion’):
The Inferi injuries/attack.
The mf-ing poison he’d already drunk.
Lack of oxygen; water into the lungs.
🙅🏽‍♀️ the names of Moonwater/Rosewater
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verrsazexx · 15 hours ago
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The Unsent Project: Marauders Edition
the unsent project, but make it angsty messages between my favourite marauders ships all text by me, don't copy or repost without permission & credit
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verrsazexx · 15 hours ago
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july 18: fake | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 278
“You’re not real. You can’t be,” he whispered as the man he loved stroked the side of his face.
“I’m here, I’m here and I’m real and I love you so much, darling.”
Regulus screwed his eyes shut before the tears could fall. “No. You’re fake. It’s fake, it’s fake, it’s f—“
“I’m here, you can feel me, I’m real, it’s not fake, please, Regulus, just look at me,” the other man pleaded quietly, thumbs swiping gently at tears on Regulus’ cheeks.
Regulus opened his eyes and stared at him through the haziness of tears.
And there he was. James. With his tanned skin and dark curls. Eyes so focused on Regulus that one might have thought that he was the only thing James had ever seen in his life. 
Regulus clutched at James’ arms, straining to find a way to get closer. To see he’s really here.
“It’s just me, love. Please, breathe. You’ve known me for 9 years, we’ve been dating for 5 months,” James reassured him. “None of this is fake.”
“It has to be!” Regulus burst out with a heaving sob. “I’m not lucky enough to actually have you in my life. I-It can’t be real. I’m not that lucky!”
“Reg…”
Regulus wrenched out another sob and crumpled into James’ chest. 
“You’re too good for me… I don’t— I can’t deserve this… Please… Don’t leave me, Jamie…”
“I’ll never leave you, darling. You deserve the world, please don’t ever tell yourself otherwise.”
Regulus felt a kiss on the top of his head as he sobbed, curling into James’ embrace.
“I love you, Regulus. I’m here.”
“I love you too, Jamie. Thank you for staying.”
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verrsazexx · 15 hours ago
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marauders halloween headcannon (but its happy, i promise)
okay okay okay but imagine
regulus outright refuses to do a couples costume with james because he likes the side of halloween where you watch horror movies and eat copious amounts of sugar... whilst popular james loves the parties
james begs him to go to the party with him and reg refuses so many times but then james hits him with the fucking puppy eyes and he has to say yes, he's only a man. a weak man at that.
but he's adament he won't do a couple's costume, he's going as a cat because its basic (...and no other reason at allll) and he knows there's not really any way james can copy that
he doesnt know what james is going as until the party when he walks out in just jeans (they almost dont make it to the party) with scratches across his chest and back which he had marlene's help putting on because he'll be dammed if they don't match
everyone asks james if he was "attacked by a werewolf" and he just smiles and corrects them "a cat actually" and points to reg
bonus: reg at some point makes james speechless (not too hard honestly) and just teasingly says "cat got your tongue?"
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verrsazexx · 15 hours ago
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Regulus "let it once be me." Black and Sirius "Why always me?" Black.
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verrsazexx · 15 hours ago
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thinking about when regulus first saw peter at the death eater meeting and he just went numb. there was nothing he could do, no warnings he could give, his brother would never believe him anyway.
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verrsazexx · 15 hours ago
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when regulus finally agreed to escape to the potters only to die in the cave before he could even go
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verrsazexx · 15 hours ago
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Everybody always talks about Regulus can't swim this and Regulus can't swim that but
CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW MUCH SADDER IT WOULD BE IF HE COULD??
Regulus from his posh family background and mandated swimming lessons. Regulus who was constantly practicing so he could be good at it like his older brother.
Regulus who used the water like an escape, who felt calmer in oceans and lakes than he did on land.
Regulus, who loved the peace the weightlessness brought him.
Regulus, who was so used to fucking up at everything as a kid and finding the ONE thing he was incredible at.
Regulus was thin and strong and had lungs of steel and he could have been an incredibly talented swimmer.
And that love was the very thing that killed him.
Can you imagine how furious Sirius would be?
How angry and full of rage he would be at the fact that his brother, the one who always beat him during laps around the pool and used to use the lake as an escape had drowned.
Yes, Regulus not being able to swim is funny.
But Regulus being a good swimmer?
That's the saddest fucking thing I've ever heard.
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verrsazexx · 16 hours ago
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regulus black cries listening to astronomy by conan gray he told me himself (i cry with him)
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verrsazexx · 16 hours ago
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riko: did you know that doctors are so easy to buy?
neil, looking into the camera: due to personal reasons i'll be turning things up a fucking notch
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verrsazexx · 16 hours ago
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i'm sorry but max being wasted af in vegas and naming out all the cars he would win wdc in if he drove them.. just to stop and make sure to point out he doesn't think he would win in ferrari's 2022 car is so wild to me.
like for charles' biggest critics, fumbling the wdc in 2022 is their biggest excuse and then there goes max, who just went on the biggest ego rant of his life, admitting to press that even he would break in ferrari's environment that year.
no one truly reps and backs up charles more than him and that's crazy
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verrsazexx · 17 hours ago
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I find myself thinking "god, I need a cigarette" way too often for someone who doesn't actually smoke. but what can I say. I've been needing a cigarette
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verrsazexx · 17 hours ago
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Here's our four time WDC and his One True Rival everyone
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verrsazexx · 1 day ago
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A letter Reg wrote for James
Darling,
I write to you in the desperate silence of the night, where I am both filled with longing and consumed by a kind of tragic awareness. There is a name I carry, a name given to me in the quiet madness of the hours when the sky itself seemed to weep. I was named after a star—an ancient thing, distant and cold. A symbol, perhaps, of my own fate, of the way I am drawn to something that will never draw near to me. You, my dear, are the sun.
I was born 3 minutes after sunset. It meant that for all my life, I would miss the sun by a little bit. Just a little. It’s a cruel irony, isn’t it? I have lived all my days in the cool embrace of twilight, where shadows grow long and I can never truly feel the warmth that you, so effortlessly, radiate. The sun will never catch the stars. We are two opposing forces, forever separated by the vastness of the heavens, you with your endless flame, and I with my flickering, distant glow.
You remind me of the sun, of course. A boy who burns so brightly that the world cannot help but turn its gaze towards you. I imagine, sometimes, that you have someone beside you, a girl with hair as red as fire, so full of life, of passion, of heat. She must look at you the way the earth looks at the sun—with an insatiable, trembling desire to be close, to be consumed. And I, poor fool, watch from afar. My heart longs for something I can never have, a warmth that will never be mine, even though I reach for it with all my being.
Can you understand this? Can you understand the kind of ache that comes from knowing you are forever too late, forever just beyond reach? I could never be the sun, I know that. And you will never be the stars. Our paths were written before we were even born, and perhaps that is the greatest tragedy of all: that we, who are so alike in the fire that burns within, can never meet in the same space, at the same time. I am left here in the shadows, stretching my arms into the darkness, feeling the cold, while you blaze in the light. And I wonder, do you ever look up? Do you ever wonder what it might be like to be one of us, just once? To be a star, distant and beautiful, lost to the night?
No, I don’t think you ever would. You are too full of warmth, too full of fire to think of the cold ones like me. And yet… and yet, there is a part of me that cannot help but reach, that cannot help but burn for you. Even if you will never turn your gaze toward me, even if my name is fated to remain one with the stars, I cannot help but ache for the sun.
I am, always, just too late.
Yours in the silence of the stars,
The boy born after sunset
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verrsazexx · 1 day ago
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'who are they?' 'the monsters.'
twilight!au
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verrsazexx · 1 day ago
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Give the linkk 😭
finally reading "in pieces" by archieknight and HAHA
My heart is in PIECES i can't stop CRYING
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