#former death eater regulus

[tealeavesandtrash]

Wolfstar Micro Fic - @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: Dark AU - 742 words

Amber eyes glow in the dim light, glaring through the rusted cell bars. Sirius smirks back. “Well,” he speaks cooly, “not much of a talker are you?”

Lupin doesn’t say anything, just holds his gaze unyielding but Sirius isn’t phased by it. Frankly, if he weren’t useful Sirius wouldn’t give two shits about Lupin outside of a slight morbid curiosity. “I have a proposition for you-”

“Fuck you,” Lupin spits, voice is hoarse from however many months he’s been locked up. 

“Oh, so you do speak? That’s good because I have a job for you.”

“I don’t work for death eaters.”

Sirius arches an eyebrow, lips curling. It’s cruel, but it’s oh so easy. “Really? Because the ministry says otherwise.”

It’s enough to get Lupin to lunge at him, or at least attempt to. He’s surprisingly quick as he lurches forward in a blink of an eye, but just as quickly he’s slumped back with a hiss as the shackles yank him back. Sirius doesn’t flinch, but he does eye the chains curiously. He’d heard the rumours, had his own suspicions in school about the quiet kid who disappeared every month like clockwork. It’s hard to make out in the dingy light, but there’s a distinct redness around Lupin's wrists where the chains rub his skin, too aggressive to be a normal pressure injury. 

Sirius flicks his attention back to Lupin. “I didn’t hurt them,” he’s mumbling to himself, almost unaware of Sirius’ presence anymore, “I wouldn’t  do that, I didn’t - I couldn’t-“

“I don’t particularly care for the details,” Sirius cuts off his addled rambling. Lupin’s eyes jerk back to meet his. “What I care about, is whether or not you want my help.”

“I don’t need your help. When I get out-”

“You think you’re getting out that easily? Your kind don’t get trails. And even if they did, who’s going to believe you? Everyone who’d testify for you is dead.”

“Dumbledore will-”

“Dumble cleared Snape and landed him a cushy teaching job with a snap of his fingers. If Dumbledore wanted you free, you would already be free.”

Lupin blinks at him and Sirius can’t help but feel a little bad as Lupin’s face seems to crumble. It’s pitiful almost, to think that Lupin was delusional enough to hope that hypocrite and manipulator would stoop to save one of his discarded pawns. 

He pushes past it though - Dumbledore has failed him and his brother and Lupin and the Potters and countless others. He and Regulus have been able to pull themselves up and figure out their own way. The others weren’t so lucky. And Lupin? Well, that stands to be seen.

Sirius steps closer, so close his face is almost touching the bars. “I would  like to utilise your skillset, I believe you may be of value to achieving a goal of mine.”

“You’ve already lost the war.”

“Well, that’s true if you assume the Dark Lord is actually dead.”

Lupin's eyes harden, jaw clenched.  “He is dead. Lily and Harry they - he has to be-“

“Physically yes his body was destroyed,” Sirius drawls, “but do you honestly think a baby destroyed the soul of the darkest wizard in existence?”

Lupin lets out a hollow laugh. “So what? You want me to help resurrect him? You think I’d just disregard all of my morals - every sacrifice me and my friends made? I would rather rot in here for the rest of my life before helping you.” 

Sirius cocks his head to one side, lets Lupin rant until he runs out of steam and deflates like a puppet with cut strings. His passion is admirable - as stubborn as he would expect from a former Gryffindor prefect-turned-Order-member. And it is a little reassuring, loyalty like that is hard to come by. 

“Quiet the contrary. See my brother and I have reason to believe the Dark Lord had collateral in case this very situation ever arose. And we intend to destroy it.”

Lupin studies him slowly, gaze drilling into him like he’s reading every aspect of his being. “Why me?”

Sirius doesn’t answer that question, just smiles. He turns on his heels and slowly makes his way down the corridor, footsteps echoing off the walls like the ticking hands of a clock. “Keep an out for strays,” he calls over his shoulder, “Cats, dogs, that sort. Full moon is only a week away and they are greater allies than you might assume.”

#remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #marauders #micro fiction #complete #oneshot #maddy writes #wolfstar fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #remus x sirius #wolfstar microfic

[saintsenara]

Call for asks: I’ve noticed you’ve avoided saying anything about Jegulus for the last few asks so…. Jegulus 😈

anon please, i’m not avoiding saying anything about jegulus, i genuinely don’t know her.

but, fine, let’s imagine i do.

i don’t enjoy it as a pairing, not because i think it’s unfeasible [in my view, the joy of fanfiction is taking a completely implausible premise and making it work], but because i don’t like the way that the fandom which has built up around jegulus expects certain tropes and characterisations which turn the characters into just profoundly uninteresting people.

and this is the case for all the marauders and marauders-adjacent characters [i’m looking at you, fanon barty crouch jr.!], undoubtedly because the era has so little actual canon material that fanon becomes canon and authors run from there. and that’s great - anyone writing stories in a world hostile to hobbies and creativity is a triumph - but the standard way of writing jegulus which has coalesced around this fanon doesn’t appeal to me in the slightest.

there are many jegulus tropes i don’t love: how it always becomes a parallel wolfstar [james and peter would be the cultured choice if we have to do that]; how it’s just drarry but in the seventies [when the cultured choice for that is lucius malfoy/arthur weasley]; how james becomes a tediously good person when the evidence of canon is that he’s a bit of a dick; how it relies on an exaggerated portrayal of orion and walburga’s abusive parenting which misses the fact that regulus evidently colluded with them against sirius; how it assumes the marauders aren’t intensely codependent [sirius mentions-lily-once black is definitely going to let his brother hang around with them, sure]; how snape is sometimes there and always a knob. james and regulus are also so similar in terms of background, social position at school etc. that there’s no juicy spark [as in snack, for example]. and, of course, prongsfoot is canon.

and so on… 

but the biggest reason i can’t get into it? 

regulus is a death eater, and not by mistake.

now, we all love a fluffy no-voldemort au, but unless that is a jegulus author’s stated setting, they are going to have to deal with the fact that regulus fucking loves the dark lord. this is a teenage boy who has press clippings about voldemort’s terrorism taped above his bed. he knows exactly what he’s getting into and he likes it.

indeed, my reading of deathly hallows is that regulus’ decision to go and get the locket has absolutely nothing to do with a damascene conversion that conducting a campaign of sectarian violence against muggles and muggleborns is bad, but that learning of the existence of the horcrux - and also voldemort’s lack of respect towards his property, kreacher [after all, we see an attitude expressed canonically by wizards that other people have no right to interfere in how you treat your slaves] - makes clear to him that the dark lord’s aims are not oligarchy, with those from pureblood families ruling in happy condescension over a ministry which is fundamentally unchanged, but ruling in majesty as an immortal absolute monarch. his death is a repudiation of his beliefs, yes, but it is a repudiation of the fact that he believed voldemort was his champion, rather than that he believed voldemort was wrong.

and, actually, i don’t think this in and of itself makes jegulus insurmountable. james is a pureblood, and while there is absolutely no evidence in his few canon appearances that he harboured blood-supremacist views, the very fact of his background would allow a complacency which might let him overlook some of regulus’ opinions [think, for example, about ron’s attitude towards house elves]. equally, we have no evidence that regulus couldn’t completely disavow his former beliefs.

but, it requires the fact that regulus isn’t just a tiny baby who aspires to join a terror group by mistake to actually be dealt with, and i have never seen a single piece of jegulus which does so.

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #i'm in danger

[cherryslyce]

The Avarice Files (I) | Regulus Black

Series Synopsis: Boundless uncertainty ensues when you’re tasked to complete a mission requiring time travel for the Ministry. The best part? Your partner, acclaimed hero of the Great Wizarding War, Regulus Black, a man who was supposed to be long dead. 

Part II / Series Masterlist

Pairing: Regulus Black x GN!Reader

Notes: Not canon compliant. The synopsis has been edited to be more succinct!

Soft clicks emit throughout the sterile hallway, bouncing from the glossy black tiles and toward the arching ceiling as you pace toward the imposing steel doors. The two guards stationed on either side of the thick barrier give you a nod of acknowledgment as you feel your new badge pulse in your pocket, the intangible magic colliding with the intricate mechanisms of the doors. 

The stirring of gears and locks echo between the three of you until both slabs of steel soundlessly swing open, immediately gracing you with a gust of cool air. The outstretch of navy carpet swirls across your vision as the pitch-black ceiling and walls siphon away any excess color. To your right, a large succession of trimless mirrors reflects the beams of white light on the ceiling, lining the walls up until the large desk rooted at the extremity of the room. 

“Welcome, Agent.”

The rumbling voice snaps you from your reverie as your eyes fall upon the stern face of your new boss, his staggering figure nearly washed away by the layers of black robes adorning him. 

“Unspeakable Gawdry,” you greet with a level tone, inclining your head to the side as you briskly make your way to him. “I’m afraid that it's now, former agent, sir.” 

Your light correction fails to faze him as his mouth remains in a firm line, gloved hands splaying themselves across his speckless desk as he moves to sit down on his leather chair. “Actually, agent, I believe such a title will be suitable for your duties here.”  

“Sir?” You trail off, standing across from him as your fingers itch to fiddle with your holstered wand. 

“Now, you didn’t think someone of your caliber would be a mere office assistant, did you? Your skillset on the field is the reason why I accepted you to be my new assistant, Agent.” Gawdry continues, pulling out one of his drawers without looking away. “It’s those skills that I intend to put to use.” 

Before you’re able to respond, the man slides a clipped folder toward you, eyebrows raising as he gestures for you to read through it. 

Tentatively grasping at the folder, you flip through the countless pages with a frown. 

Daily Prophet: Defected Death Eater Dies!

— September 8, 1979

Second son of Walburga and Orion Black and Heir of the Noble House of Black, Regulus Black, has unexpectedly died. Just two weeks since the fall of You-Know-Who, reports from Albus Dumbledore himself confirm the young Black’s prior involvement with aiding the Light side against Death Eater forces. The Hogwarts headmaster conveyed that the young Black’s help was integral to the armistice and defeat of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.  

Young Regulus Black, described as a profound force in the classroom by Potions Professor, Horace Slughorn, is said to have fallen into critical condition shortly after his defection. Before succumbing to his fate, the young wizard outlined crucial information that was imperative to concluding the miasma of carnage. 

“It is truly a deep tragedy to watch such a bright mind gradually wither away. With Mr.Black’s death, we must be vigilant in our future struggles against great darkness.” – Albus Dumbledore 

“The loss of such a capable wizard… It is unforgivable. Really, the loss of so many courageous wizards and witches, it is an insurmountable grief for many years to come.” – Minister Mangum

Dear readers, in times of celebration for the new era, we must also keep our fallen in our hearts. The fate of the House of Black remains uncertain, but Regulus Black’s tremendous sacrifice must not be forgotten. 

(Turn to page 5 for exclusive interviews with Arnold Vall)

  

You heave out a small sigh at the flimsy clipping, remembering the day you read the very same article at your dinner table. However, it is not the aged Daily Prophet snippet that renders you speechless, but the stack of papers underneath it– papers you recognize from the Auror Department: an agent’s composite mission profile. 

Regulus Arcturus Black (b.1961 – )

“Death’s Herald”  

Service: 1980 – Present

Status: Active 

Completed Assignments: 501

01.25.80 - 02.29.80: Recovery of Helena’s Trove. Calais, France. 

03.02.80 - 03.05.80: Rescue of Auror Tinsley. Birmingham, England. 

03.08.80 - 03.24.80: Capture of Antonin Dolohov & Augustus Rookwood. 

03.30.80 - 04.16.80: Capture & disposal of [redacted]. 

04.22.80 - 04.23.80: Disposal of Reginold Flint. 

04.26.80 - 04.29.80: Disposal of Pyrites Ingrim II. 

05.02.80 - 05.02.80: Disposal of Leon Wilkes. 

05.06.80 - 05.07.80: Disposal of [redacted] Org. 

05.11.80 - 05.14.80: Disposal of Henry Binns

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07.15.90 - Pending: Retrieval of [redacted] 

Your eyes are practically bulging from their sockets as you peer up, the fine text of dates and the slew of disposal, disposal, disposal causing your eyes to dry. “Sir? I don’t understand… Regulus is–” 

“Alive and well, Agent.” He softly cuts you off, licking his lips as he awaits your onslaught of curiosity. 

Alive and well and the bloody Death Herald. The hottest topic of debate amongst all ranks of Aurors in your former department. Elusive, unforgiving—and apparently, actually a real person. 

You nearly huff out a disbelieving laugh, slowly shutting the folder in your hands as you persevere in your denial, “How is that possible?” 

“Agent Black was immediately enrolled into the Ministry’s witness protection program for high-profile individuals after his… death as per the request of Albus Dumbledore. He has been handling a number of top Auror missions since.” Gawdry explains, hands clasping together as his words slice through the air with a suffocating revelation. 

“Disposal missions.” Killing people. Though, you eschewed the unambiguous words, not eager to ruffle your boss’ feathers so early into your career. 

Gawdry cracks a wry smile at your comment— as if reading your mind, and hums in confirmation. “Ten years of it. An adept adversary, I pity anyone who finds themself at the end of his wand. He’s the Ministry’s greatest weapon. Such information is highly classified, only high ranking officials and leaders are aware of this fact, so it would be unwise for you to break your code of silence on this, Agent.” 

“Sure, right, no problem. And these redacted parts?” You cough out, a migraine beginning to bloom across your temples. 

The man clicks his tongue and leans back in his chair, “Above your pay grade, Agent.” 

“Right.” Your dejectedness weighs on your shoulders as you will your eyes to stay locked on him. 

He raises a finger and clears his throat, “With the exception of the last one.” 

Before you can press further, a familiar jingle of clicking locks reverberates across the room. Turning around, you narrow your eyes as a tall figure begins to strut into the room without a word. You swallow harshly as you survey the approaching individual, taking note of their dark hooded cloak and fitted apparel. A field agent. Clothes for mobility. Agile, controlled movements. Tense, cautious posture. It was all a dead giveaway—it was like looking at a reflection of yourself, really. 

As the person grows closer to you, you blink rapidly as you realize they’re wearing a mask that enshrouds their entire face. The white face covering is streaked with grey lines, enhancing the expressionless slant of its lips. A warm prickle on the back of your neck draws your attention away from the ivory ridges and toward the blazing green eyes that were now locked on your gobsmacked face. 

“Great timing, Agent Black.” Gawdry rises from his seat and nods toward the newcomer, ignoring your ticked jaw as you silently look back to him for an explanation. 

Your shoulders stiffen as Agent Black halts beside you, an aura of indifference radiating from him. You’re suddenly conscious of the way his body heat emanates toward you, how he vaguely nods at Gawdry’s words, and how he seems to be assessing you from the corner of his eye as well. 

The infamous Death Herald was beside you, and he also happened to be Regulus bloody Black. The very same Regulus who you silently mourned all those years ago, the Regulus Black who you admired from afar during your school days—

“As I was saying before, there is a new assignment. One that you will both complete together.” Gawdry’s eyes are dim, a few stress lines clinging to his forehead as he shuffles out a thick packet. 

Regulus crosses his arms and clears his throat, “It requires two of us? I am capable of doing it alone.” 

—the same Regulus that you wanted to hex at that very moment.

Your eyebrows fly into your hairline as you muffle a scoff, slightly tilting your head toward him as you bite out an acerbic retort. “Apparently not, seeing as we’re both standing here.” 

Regulus merely glances at you before peering at Gawdry for an answer, intent on dismissing your irritation. Your boss appraises you with clear amusement before his stern mask falls back into place as he swiftly slides the packet toward you both, “We are aware of your competence, Agent Black. However, your partner here is trained specifically for retrieval and infiltration assignments.” Gawdry pauses and glances at you, “As well as issues involving our time space.”

If you weren’t still reeling from your previous bristling thoughts, you would have preened a bit at your boss’ words, flattered that he seemed to be backing you. Though, this only encouraged the tiny pride-gremlin in your chest— because take that Black! You’re completely out of your depth at the Department of Mysteries.

You step forward first and pull the hefty envelope toward you, wasting no time in undoing the string tie. “No use dawdling.” You mutter, feeling two pairs of eyes burning into your head. 

As you reach inside the packet and grasp at the stack of papers, your eyebrows furrow once you realize there are three separate folders inside. Bringing the first folder under the light, you nearly roll your eyes as you practically feel Regulus craning to read it, stubbornly refusing to move closer to you. 

You wordlessly maneuver the contents in between you both, opting to return your attention to Gawdry as Regulus softly tugs out one of the folders from your hand. “A time travel assignment, boss?” 

Gawdry nods and cracks his knuckles, “An assignment our Department has been piecing together for years. A few spins of a time turner, in-and-out with the relics. Our recon crew finally cracked down on most of the significant information, so we’ve assigned the best of the best to complete it.” 

“Are you buttering us up because we’re marching toward imminent doom?” You ask, tone inflated with amusement. 

Regulus remains silent, but lifts his head up imperceptibly to look at Gawdry. The older man glances between you both before humming, “It is an urgent assignment and undoubtedly, a risky one.” 

“Well, interfering with time is never a simple matter.” You answer plainly, hands moving to hug the remaining two folders to your chest. 

“When do we start?” Regulus’ steely voice takes you by surprise, the rough tone still foreign to your ears. 

Gawdry leans back and fixes him with an unwavering stare, “Preferably now. It is a time sensitive case, so I expect you both to work together seamlessly.” 

Forbearance embraces you tightly as you nod, already mentally outlining how to work around Regulus’ one-note, detached attitude on the field. Despite that, you had to give him credit, a decade of solitude and bloodshed was bound to foster such apathy, and you weren’t sure you could survive what he did. 

Regulus spins on his heel without a word, beginning to make his way toward the towering doors as you remain rooted to your spot. Gawdry’s eyes remain on Regulus’ retreating figure as he acknowledges you, “Yes, Agent?” 

“Is this going to be a fixed partnership?” Your fingers twitch in anticipation as you hear the doors click shut behind you. 

“That remains to be seen. There is a lot on the line so I’ll be direct, Agent,” Gawdry pauses before finally looking at you, “this was supposed to be a solo assignment, but at the insistence of Head Auror Chao, I accepted her request to let Agent Black tag along.” 

“You mean that this was originally my assignment?” You gape in surprise, barely processing that your former boss was single handedly responsible for Regulus’ presence. 

“Yes. It is quite beneficial for me, don’t misconstrue. Such a case rightfully belongs to the Department of Mysteries, but without a qualified Unspeakable to carry out the brief…” Gawdry explains, nodding as your eyes light up in realization. 

“Then it would have been given to the Auror Department.” You finish with a hum, shuffling your weight to one foot, “So my unceremonious decision to transfer to the Department of Mysteries gave you a window of opportunity.” 

Gawdry nods again, and a sharp grin tugs at his mouth, “Precisely. You can imagine how unhappy Auror Chao was at the loss of such an adept field agent and an extraordinary case all in one go.” 

“That checks out. So, Agent Black is collateral.” You conclude, all semblance of firm professionalism flying out of the window. 

Gawdry does not deign you with an answer, but he shoots a pointed look at the doors with a good natured eyebrow raise, prompting you to swiftly depart from the cold room with a pleased grin. As you pace out of the office, you’re left to toy with your thoughts, still conflicted on how you would have to adapt to Regulus’ methods amidst such a precarious mission. 

Stepping away from the threshold of Gawdry’s office, you squint as your eyes adjust to the lifeless tiles of the hallway. Before you’re able to wander further, you’re stopped in your tracks at the sight of Regulus’ motionless figure ways off from you, his stormy eyes greeting you with glimmering impassivity. 

“Ah. You waited.” You sputter out quietly, striding towards him as he pivots and begins to walk away. 

Your eyes linger on the taut muscles of his shoulders, vaguely visible under the cloth of cloak as he continues walking. Awkward tension settles in the air as you take the lead toward the Atrium of Artifacts, not knowing how to breach conversation as you make way to retrieve a time turner. 

Clearing your throat lightly, you bite your cheek as you finally break the silence. “Oh, we went to school together. I don’t know if you remember, I was a year under you.” 

“I remember.” The answer is immediate and nearly robotic, a clear sign that he was either uncaring for pleasantries or inclined to work in silence. 

“Ah. Well, I’m glad that you’re okay.” I even lit a bloody candle for you. 

Regulus hums out lightly before swiftly segwaying back into work, “I read the brief. We’re retrieving lost files.” 

“Files?” You intone faintly, sifting through your memories for any information on file relics. 

As you round the corner towards the distribution center for time turners, Regulus throws you a small glance and continues, “1958. Clyde Rosier’s Estate.” 

“1958… Rosier? Evan’s father?” You mumble, remembering the blonde boy that often paraded around the halls with the other older Slytherins, most meeting the same untimely fate as him. 

Regulus is decisively mute about your revelation, possibly reminiscing on similar memories of the boy. You were quite positive that they were familiar with each other some eons ago, having been in Voldemort’s inner circle for a brief time together. 

Before you have time to stew further on your thoughts, you’re both crossing into the large hall of artifacts. The atrium stretches skyhigh, evaporating into a blanket of darkness that accompanies the biting chill permeating across the room. Suppressing a shiver, you survey the dark perimeter, appreciating the bulbs of floating lights at the heart of the room, the cluster of orbs pulsing with enough glow to dimly light up the surroundings. 

“Merlin, is the whole department cloaked in darkness? I don’t think I’ll ever get used to not being able to see 20 feet ahead of me.” You mumble, eyes darting toward an approaching figure wading through the shadows of the room. 

Regulus lets out a small huff, and you’re almost certain that it was one of amusement and not exasperation, but the cloaked Unspeakable approaching you leaves little time to ruminate on it. 

“Yes?” The raspy voice coils through the air. 

Fishing out your new badge, you quickly flash it to the Unspeakable with a dry smile, “We need a time turner, and perhaps a bag with an extension charm.” It is silent for a few moments before you clear your throat, “Please.” 

The cloaked figure gives a small nod before slinking away, leaving you and Regulus to observe the lusterless environment. 

“Have you ever worked with a partner on your assignments?” You ask, nerves buzzing like static as you drum your fingers against the folders in your hands. 

Regulus’ head tilts toward you, “No.” The hushed answer seems definitive, and just as you’re about to clamber back into your shell, his voice rings out again, “You?” 

“Ah, me neither.” You admit a bit sheepishly, yet still satisfied that he didn’t completely dismiss you. 

The air seems a bit warmer than before, driving you to face forward and continue waiting for the Unspeakable to reappear. 

As if summoned, a faint rustle emits near you before you see the cloaked figure trudge toward you, arms full of parchment and a woven bag. Furrowing your eyebrows, you step forward and reach over to assist them, slowly unfurling the parchment and raising it up to the light. 

Regulus steps forward to read it with you, clearly uncertain of the rules in your Department. 

‘TERMS OF USE: Time Turner.

As per regulations and codes of The Department of Mysteries, this contract constitutes a legally binding agreement. Rights and access to a Time Turner may only be permitted through signature, if you disagree with any of the terms listed in this contract, you are not permitted to use a Time Turner. By signing this document, you and any party involved hereby agree to the terms and conditions listed below. 

Rights to a Time Turner do not extend to distribution, abuse, or irresponsible handling of the object. Destruction or loss of property may be punishable by law or reasonable fine. The Department of Mysteries is not liable for subsequent injury or death as a result of Time Turner use.’ 

“Sign it.” Regulus’ flat words tear through your concentration, and you can feel his figure looming behind you, a flicker of impatience evidently buzzing through his veins. 

Clicking your tongue, you accept the quill that the Unspeakable passes to you, shaking your head all the while. “Don’t tell me you sign every document you get without reading it.” 

You quickly scribble your signature on the paper, admiring the neat streaks as you await Regulus’ response to your quip. When he remains silent, you quickly snap your head around and fix him with a disbelieving frown. “Merlin. Okay, I’m in charge of all the legal stuff from this day onward.” 

After you get sorted with the contracts and take the mandatory oath for the loan, you’re both sent off with a new bag and a polished time turner. Holding the chain up in the air, you fawn over the powerful object in your hands, quelling the adrenaline that was jittering around your nerves. 

“Okay. Date, please.” You hum, shooting Regulus a confident smile. 

His eyes flicker from you to the folder in his hand as he monotonously recites the information to you, “June 18th, 1958.” 

Handing part of the chain to him, you quickly throw it over your neck and steady your finger against the small knob of the charm. “Like Gawdry said, in and out. Simple.” Twisting the ringlets of the device, you watch in fascination as it begins to steadily spin on its own accord, a heavy pressure of magic blanketing you both in the process. 

And before you can blink again, you and Regulus are being thrown through the reel of time. 

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[leviathanspain]

hungry for life

regulus black x reader

synopsis: your memories are all you have of him

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the wind blew a little too hard that day. you remember it like it was yesterday. the memory of his shouting and anger was like a background track in your head, playing at any moment that wasn’t occupied.

you could look down at your left hand and see the small ring, and it’ll only bring more memories.

you didn’t know why you kept it on, you haven’t felt married in years, even if he died bound to you, regulus had made it clear he wanted nothing to do with you before he died.

only regret kept the ring on. regret for not being more adamant that he should’ve never taken that mark. or not having the guts to stay, that you could’ve given him a fighting chance had you also taken the mark.

“reg.” the door to your small apartment had been unlocked, cracked open to see a dim light shining through. you pushed the door open and repeated his name, but silence was met.

you set your bag down, groceries piled out of the bag, your coat and scarf already being set down on the couch before you wandered down the hallway to your bedroom.

regulus was sitting in the bedroom, his head down in his hands. he didn’t turn to look at you, only when you slowly approached him did he finally turn.

“regulus?” you saw his expression and immediately you grabbed his hand, “what’s wrong?”

regulus had been crying. tears marked his face, dribbling down his chin, his face was a mask of anguish, “they want you to take the dark mark.” he gripped your hand, “they said if you don’t- they’ll kill you. they said you know too much.” he shook his head, and hummed quietly, “i should’ve left you years ago. this, i knew this wasn’t possible-“

your grip loosened in his hand and you looked at him, hurt streaking your face. “you- you should’ve left me?” you questioned, and regulus nodded, “you deserved a chance. we were seventeen- i should’ve just-“

you pulled your hand from his, “what you should have done was never join the death eaters, regulus. that’s what you did wrong.” you looked at him, “i won’t take the mark, reg. i cant.”

regulus stood up, “why not? you think you’re better off running for the rest of your life? that it’ll be better when you constantly have to look over your shoulder?”

you could’ve laughed, but instead you crossed your arms defensively, “is that not what you do everyday? constantly look over your shoulder? they test your loyalty every week, regulus. i’ve had to heal your cuts and put ointment on you, so often that i should be working at st. mungos.” you spat.

regulus looked down as if to collect himself, “i cant lose you. it’s too late now.”

he was a shadow of his former self, a ghost trying to fill the shoes. it was sad, seeing the dark circles around his eyes, the clumps of hair he would lose whenever you brushed your hands through it, or the pale sheen to his skin that was unnatural. this was slowly killing him, the boy who had once been so free, so hungry for life.

you grabbed your coat and scarf, stuffing them on, you heard the bedroom door open and regulus ran out, “don’t.” he grabbed your wrist and you pulled away, “there’s some food for when you get hungry.” you pulled your keys out, “i cant do this anymore. id rather take my fighting chance, reg.”

you looked at him once as you walked out, tears pouring out his eyes like fountains.

#harry potter x reader #hogwarts fluff #marauders #marauders x reader #regulus black x reader #regulus black angst #regulus black #regulus black smut #marauders era

[daenystheedreamer]

please share more of your mauraders fandom thoughts in detail, it's always been such a crazy fandom to me ober the years considering their source material is basically nonexistent and how they act like certain fanfics are actually canon (and also especially how they excuse stanning it these days even with jkr's rampant bigotry)

its just so funny to me idk. theyve invented a canon for themselves despite it all being fanon so of course the canon is boring as hell. no social analysis at all and in fact there's a lot of woobifying death eaters as if all of them are just being forced into it by abusive fathers and not people making deliberate political choices based yes, on childhood indoctrination, but theyre also like. Adults. occasionally comes across as very like, 'wir haben es nicht gewußt'. if peter pettigrew was a twink they would love him but cos he's fat he becomes the bumbling fourth or just ignored or replaced with regulus (very funny). all the female characters are either BAMF feminist or nice kind sweet special baby. lily marlene tend to be the former, mary alice sometimes pandora tend to be the latter. they make up boring femslash in order to feel less guilty about only shipping the twinky boys cos theyre still in that 2017 era of "feminism is having the shafted female love interest become the sassy lesbian best friend". wolfstar forever tho

#ask #Anonymous #harry potter tw #sorry guys HP was my first big fandom till i was like 14 so i have a lot of hidden knowledge of it

[divkazkdovikde]

having thoughts about barty crouch jr

like what do you mean he escaped from azkaban thanks to his mother who took his place??

just to be then imperio’d by his father???

he basically spent most of his life in prison. you know, metaphorically speaking… (screaming crying throwing myself against the wall)

also on the other note: the fact that barty and james both had an ivisibility cloak???

not to mention the fact that he was obviously very fucking smart??? (the whole gof being the evidence of that) of course he was a fucking ravenclaw, his brains mate, his fucking brains

always kinda cackling about the way he basically went: yeah i’d like for you to die but mate my boss wants to kill you himself so i refuse to let you die before that so yes i will help you to get through murdeous tournament at all fucking costs alright just take it ask no questions trust me dude i know what i am doing

and then screaming crying throwing up because he survived all his friends. all of them. regulus, evan, dorcas, pandora. (he lost pandora and dorcas first, when they went the different way, after losing reg there was no more hope for him, but losing his evan made him lose his mind, made him the mad man)

(barty finally understood why dorcas went mad, basically all achilles, after marlene died. he finally understood the pain dorcas felt, when evan died in his arms. and you know how it goes, going mad with pain. he finally understood why dorcas laughed, when she took down no small number of death eaters in her madness, before voldemort finally stopped her. he understood it, when he tortured alice and frank, ones of those responsible for evan’s death, and he laughed too, madly, finally tasting the sweetnest of revenge. and at those moments he allowed himself for a moment to miss his former friend, to mourn her. and he let himself taste the bitter memory of her, of them, of who they used to be, of who they never got to be. just for a moment. and it was dorcas who he thought of in his last moments, when he finally understood the relief, she must have felt, as she was finally going to join the love of her life and above. and he died with the same little content smile as he thought of the girl who was once his friend, who went mad over her lovers’ death, whose doom was so similar to his, yet not really. he thought of dorcas and marlene when he finally reunited with evan in the afterlife. and in the afterlife, finally free, finally happy, finally not in pain, he hoped that in their next life, the doom would be fate instead.)

alright this escalated quickly, that was not the plan but eh, anyway, i’ll leave it there.

so yeah. barty crouch jr. want him in my pocket. he’s my bbgirl an i’m starting to go absolutely feral over him. hopefully i’ll be able to stop that train before it crashes, and there will be no faith for me anymore. (hehe delulu is the solulu)(i’m a lost cause already, who am i kidding)

also absolutely convinced he and sirius talked shit in azkaban. they were absolutely the prison buddies.

anyway barty. crouch… junior. (fr mr igor karkaroff had no business to say his name like that in the bloody movie) my mad crazy felon. i love him your honor.

#i should definitely be asleep btw #brain rot #finally is my favourite word if you hawent noticed #jesus christ that’s embarrassing #barty crouch jr #dead gay wizards #marauders era #rosekiller #slitherin skittles #dorcas meadowes #dorlene #regulus black #pandora lovegood #pandora rosier #evan rosier #barty and dorcas #sirius black #that one barty’s edit #barty crouch junior

[ourloveisforthelovely]

House of Black Part 4

Regulus Black AU

Request: Regulus and his wife are raising Sirius’ daughter after he ends up in Azkaban. Now after his escape Sirius comes to them to thank them and get to know his daughter.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader. Former Sirius x Reader

Link to Part 3 

Rating: T

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Tea time proved to be a silent affair. No one said a word for the first little bit. You sat quietly by Regulus’ side while Sirius sat beside Remus. Sirius had tried to talk to Regulus a handful of times only to be met with the biggest go-to-hell look that he had ever seen in his life. If looks could kill, Sirius would have been dead on the floor.

After Sirius’ newest attempt, you finally looked up from your teacup and met Remus’ gaze. He raised an eyebrow. Neither of you really wanted to get into this “love fest.” If it were up to either of you, the two of you would bail off someplace and let Sirius and Regulus handle this.

“How did Abby do in school this year, Remus?”

Regulus asked, wanting to change the subject himself. He wouldn’t admit it but his mind was a very confusing place to be at the moment. Part of him, the innocent child-like side, was thrilled to see Sirius. He had missed his older brother more than words could say. From the time that Sirius left home to now, Regulus had missed him. He had missed the days when it was the two of them against the world.

The adult side, however, the side that had been slighted and hurt felt differently. Regulus was ready to keep his walls up. From Sirius leaving to how he treated you…Regulus would keep an eye on him constantly if he had to. Regulus would be stubborn if he had to and he didn’t care to admit it. If it kept his family, meaning Abby and yourself, safe then Regulus would be ready to fight in an instant.

They don’t call me King Petty for no reason.

Regulus thought with a smile before looking over at you. You hadn’t said much through tea time. One of your hands was resting on his thigh as if giving him a reason to keep himself calm.

My wife…

Regulus smiled at the thought. You were all his. He had won the girl. Of all the times that he had lost out on other things that he wanted; Regulus was thankful to have won you.

Remus speaking tore Regulus from his thoughts.

“She did well. All of her grades were high. She’s a smart girl. Don’t let the whole end-of-the-year fiasco totally ruin her whole year behaviorally.”

Regulus knew exactly what Remus was referring to…the “Sirius” incident. You meanwhile, smiled.

“I knew that she would do well. I see so much of Regulus in her. She is nearly as good as a student as you were.”

Regulus smirked. The expression of annoyance on Sirius’ face was enough to make his whole day.

“I’m glad that something good wore off on her.”

Regulus commented as you leaned over to kiss his cheek again.

“She does well with most everything.”

Remus had to agree with that. While he did see a lot of Sirius in Abby, he saw more of Regulus. Sure, a lot of this had to do with who raised her but there was a lot of Regulus and yourself. Abby was respectful and always did well with schoolwork. Something told Remus that Abby and Hermione would do very well in life if they continued to work as hard as they did.

Glazing at Sirius, Remus had to roll his eyes. Remus wouldn't be shocked in Sirius started yelling.

“She even studies over the summer. Regulus really is some father.”

You added a look of pride in your eyes. To say that you were proud of Regulus was an understatement. He had come such a long way from where he was when the two of you became a couple. He had gone from a foul-tempered death eater to doing a complete 360. He was now at a point where he could freely admit was a nutcase Lord Snakeface was.

Regulus had been afraid that he would never be able to admit that nor be a decent husband and father. Yet here was doing the job like a champ. You knew that he was constantly worried about being like his father. As much as you wanted to tell him that it was a silly thought…you didn’t. You wanted Regulus to see what a distance he had come from his time growing up to now.

Regulus wrapped your hand around yours giving you a gentle squeeze. You always knew how to make him feel better.

“Aren’t you two adorable?”

Sirius said, in an annoyed tone. The last thing that he really wanted to do was sit and watch the two of you be gaga over each other.

“We can be more adorable but it would be weird for you to be watching me snog my wife.”

Regulus commented, making sure to put emphasis on the word “wife.” Sirius shook his head with a grossed-out expression. You, meanwhile, stood up and ran a hand through Regulus’ curls.

“That’s enough you too. We don’t need to be going on like this when Abby and Harry come back. They have enough on them without adult problems.”

Regulus and Sirius glared at each other again before both nodding. As much as Regulus wanted to be a snooty bitch, he wouldn’t do anything that could hurt his “daughter.” Even if Abby was Sirius’ daughter, she was Regulus’ and he wasn’t about to start thinking any differently.

“Yes, love.’

Regulus commented before looking down at his watch.

“It's time to go get her anyway. Are you coming?”

You shook your head. This was a conversation that happened every year at this time. No matter if the three of you would be in Grimmauld Place or not, you had the traditions that you were not about to give up. Regulus always picked Abby up from school and you were at home fixing all of her favorite homemade treats. This gave both Regulus and Abby time to bitch about people that they jointly disliked (for example, the Malfoys).

“I have a cake in the oven. I always make her a cake when she comes home from school. Besides, she will want some time alone with you anyway.”

Regulus nodded as he stood up. He turned his attention to Remus.

“Would you like to come?”

Remus nodded, standing up. Neither made a comment in Sirius' direction. Both men knew that he was unfortunately locked in the house for the time being.

Regulus didn’t fancy the idea of leaving you alone with Sirius but he had a feeling that you had your own peace that you needed to say. It would be best that he wasn’t home to witness it either. If Sirius said something too out of the way, Regulus would lose his shit and no progress would ever be made.

You, meanwhile, pushed in your chair as Regulus came to stand beside you. He gently tilted your face to his with a small smile.

“I’ll see you soon, darling.”

You couldn’t help the smile that came over your face. Of all of the years of marriage and rather unpleasant things, nothing changed how the two of you looked at each other like teenagers finding their first love. This was the true love that you craved as a child.

“Be safe.”

You said as Regulus leaned down to kiss you.

“He isn’t going off to war.”

Sirius muttered. Regulus turned to look at his brother coldly.

“You’re the one standing watching. If you don’t like it then go haunt another room in this house. Maybe talk to Mum’s obnoxious portrait?”

Sirius shook his head and bolted into the sitting room as Regulus and Remus left.

You had been in the kitchen for around five minutes when Sirius got brave enough and came into the kitchen. He was quiet for a few moments as you put the final details on the cake. You were quietly humming and for the first time in a while, Sirius felt a peace.

He had missed you. There was no easier way to say it. He regretted what happened between the two of you with everything that he had. Even if he couldn’t have you romantically, he still wanted your friendship. Harry and yourself were all Sirius had that reminded him of James. Harry was the visual reminder of James and you were the constant of James.

“I know you’re there.”

You commented, finally looking up. Sirius shrugged before scratching the back of his neck.

“So…is he treating you right?”

You again looked up from the little purple cake. Blinking, you put the icing down.

“Compared to who?”

You replied, looking up with a very James Potter-like sassy expression. Sirius sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Alright, I deserved that. Go ahead, Y/n. Give me what you’ve got. I know that you are dying to do so.”

You shook your head putting the icing down. Of course, you wanted to lay into Sirius. You wanted to tell him everything that you had gone through over the years. From losing James and Lily to fighting the Dursleys over Harry, to losing your own baby with Regulus, and all of the bullshit experiences in between…but you weren’t. It wouldn’t make any difference anyway.

“I would not waste one iota of energy on it, Sirius. What I will tell you is that you need to lay off Regulus. He’s my husband and I am telling you to leave him the hell alone. He doesn’t need it.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow.,

“Oh damn it, not you too. You are on the Protect Reggie train that my mother and everyone else were on.”

You froze before looking up with an expression on your face that told Sirius how much he fucked up.

“Now you listen to me and you listen good Sirius Black because the next time I say this I will be hexing you. Leave Regulus the fuck alone. Yes, I am protecting him and I will die protecting him. You owe your brother a lot for everything that he’s done for you. He isn’t the spoiled little boy that you remember. He’s the man that I love and I will never stop defending him. He didn’t leave me for someone else. You did. Regulus picked up the pieces that you left broken without care. You like to think that you are the most powerful member of the House of Black. No, you didn’t apply yourself. Regulus is the most powerful member of this family and that won’t be changing. He’s the one that was recruited by Voldemort at 16 for his abilities. He’s the one that figured out Voldemort’s secret of horcruxes and nearly died to get one of them. Regulus is the one who nearly destroyed his body so the rest of us can live. Of course, you don’t know about any of that but you should be damn grateful to him. If you can’t be grateful or proud of him for that then thank him for stepping up and being the father to your daughter. You were the one that lost your shit on Peter Pettigrew and got locked up….before you say it, I understand your anger…trust me I felt the same way and I still do…knowing that he is still alive and out there…I can’t see straight…”

Sirius stood totally motionless. He didn’t expect to totally have his ass handed to him that intensely but…it happened. Sirius wanted to ask what you were talking about with Regulus. What was Regulus doing? He seemed okay. Was the whole Horcrux business why Regulus limped when he walked? Sirius had so many questions but now didn’t seem like the time.

You wiped angry tears from your face. In the weeks, that it had been since you learned of Peter Pettigrew being alive, your rage had returned. Knowing the monster of a man that betrayed your brother and sister-in-law was alive and well tormented you.

“Y/n…I didn’t….I had no….”

You held a hand up.

“No, you didn’t know but now you do. Sirius, I care for you. That won’t ever change but I love your brother. I married him because I love Regulus more than anything. If you can’t respect your brother for the man that he is then respect me as your friend for my own choices. My choice is and will always be Regulus.”

Sirius was quiet for a moment before sighing.

“It's hard seeing you kiss him…love him…when he was the boy that you used to be scared to death of.”

You tried to empathize with Sirius. In ways he was right. You were scared of Regulus when you first met him. He was the boy that was always angry. Something in his cold grey eyes scared you to death…but it changed.

Now Regulus was your comfort. Things had indeed changed. His once cold eyes were now the eyes that you could look into for hours.

“That’s because I didn’t know him…just like you don’t know him now. As I said…you owe him a few thousand thank yous.”

The conversation stopped when the front door opened and closed. You gave Sirius a final look before turning and going into the foyer where Regulus stood with Abby, Remus, and Harry. Abby still had her hand wrapped around Regulus’.

“Mum!”

She said cheerfully before running over and wrapping her arms around you. You immediately kissed the top of her head as Regulus smiled from his place.

“Hi, darling. Did you have a wonderful year? I sure have missed you.”

You said. Abby nodded.

“I did. I missed you and dad so much!”

When the words “mum and dad” left Abby’s mouth, your eyes met Regulus’. Abby didn’t call the two of you mum and dad very much. She did when she was a little girl but as she got older it was by your names. Regulus shrugged, noticing Sirius watching from the door. The two of you didn’t have to speak to the other to know that Abby was simply stating that you were still her parents even if Sirius was back in the picture.

“We’ve missed you too, love.”

You said, patting her cheek. Abby went back to Regulus and wrapped her hand through his again. Regulus knew why Abby was acting this way. She was overwhelmed. With everything that had happened this past year, from meeting her actual father to now being back at Grimmauld Place…the poor child was overwhelmed and Regulus didn’t blame her.

“Is Gran’s portrait still screaming at everyone?”

Abby asked. Regulus rolled his eyes

“Oh yeah, Gran is still at it making everyone’s lives miserable…its her Christmas. Why don’t you and Harry go unpack? Kreacher is roaming around here someplace. Don’t give him too bad of a headache.”

Abby nodded before following Harry out of the room. Regulus waited a moment before shaking his head. Something told him the upcoming weeks were not about to be easy and unfortunately, there was no escaping it any longer.

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[sniperjade]

Bad Professor

By the time the sorting hat had made it through half of the first-year students, Regulus Black was on his third glass of wine and very close to being shit-faced. Life had been tough for the former Death Eater after his brother was convicted of one of the worst mass murders in history. The ministry had confiscated the entire Black fortune in reparations, and Regulus had only just managed to whore his way back into good standing, with wealthy spinsters and widows over on the continent. That was until Alessia Zabini had kicked him out three months ago.

He had barely managed to scrape by, let alone indulge in the finer things in life. He had slunk around Grimmauld Place, hawking off whatever finery remained, and bitching to Kreacher about how shit his life was. Then out of the blue, his brotherhood broke out of Azkaban, and Dumbledore requested that he teach Ancient Runes for the year. Regulus remembered the fine food and impenetrable defenses and agreed straight away. He didn’t particularly care for the idea of children, or teaching for that matter, but that was a future problem.

Right now, his blood was buzzing from alcohol and the spliff he’d inhaled earlier. His belly was empty but that would be rectified any minute now, as soon as the children were dealt with. He huffed impatiently and by his side, Severus sniffed loudly.

Regulus leaned on his chair and let his head loll back in a slovenly gesture.

“What the fuck do you want Severus?”

Severus hissed, “The children can see you! They’ll lose all respect for you if you act like this!”

Regulus simply rolled his eyes.

Severus made a disgusted noise. “What on earth happened to you? You used to be a paragon of propriety and respectability. Look at you now.”

Regulus sat up in his chair so that he could pour himself another cup of wine. He tilted his glass at Severus.

“That was before my brother decided to slaughter a heap of people and lose the family fortune. It’s very difficult to be a posh bastard when you’re dirt-poor. Surely you understand that?”

Severus merely grunted in response and turned back to observe the sorting. After a particularly long hat stall, it had declared the last student was a Slytherin and the choir stood to take the stage. Regulus groaned and tried to bury his head underneath his robes. He couldn’t think of anything worse than children singing. This lot appeared to be deliberately trying to shear his brain out through his ears.

When it was finally over Dumbledore presented his welcome speech. Regulus ignored it out until he heard:

“It is with great pleasure that I welcome Professor Remus Lupin, Professor Regulus Black and Professor Lily Potter to the faculty. Professor Lupin will be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts after the unfortunate incident with Professor Lockhart last year, Professor Black will be teaching Ancient Runes while Professor Babbling is on leave and Professor Potter will be administering Arithmancy while Professor Vector is on Secondment this year to Durmstrang. Please give them a huge welcome.”

Regulus lurched upward to his feet as the applause rang out around the hall. He looked about feverishly, and his eyes met those of a handsome-looking man in a threadbare robe. Regulus raised an eyebrow at his frank observation and was about to say something when the large doors at the end of the hall slammed open. A stunning red-headed woman, wearing finely tailored robes, tugged a reluctant-looking student through the doors and into the hall.

“Mrs Potter!” Dumbledore cried out, “Harry if you could head off to your own table, Mrs Potter, can join us up here. I was just introducing the new teachers.”

The grumpy-looking student slunk off to the Gryffindor table whilst Mrs Potter came up the front to shake Dumbledore's hand.

“Pssst!” Regulus hissed whilst looking sideways at Severus.

Severus ignored him and looked up at the woman in open admiration.

“Severus!” Regulus tried again until Severus glared up at him.

“That’s Lily Potter? As in, the widow of James Potter? I thought she was in a coma?” Regulus whispered loudly.

Severus’ expression grew stony. “She woke up last year. Didn’t hear about that while gallivanting about Europe?”

Regulus looked back at the woman, and when she turned toward the table, he gave her a huge smile.

Read the rest on Ao3.

#moonseeker #moonwater #Regulus Black #Remus Lupin #Severus Snape #Lily Potter #marauders #sorry James #someone had to die to save harry #hp fanfic #hp fanart #Bad Teacher

[blackstarregulus79]

run away

when Sirius ran away regulus was heart broken and alone.

everyday regulus was forced to see sirius's burned part on the tapestry just across from andramadas another blood traitor in the black family. regulus new his fate was sealed when sirius ran but regulus would never try and stop him. regulus wanted sirius to get out of there family and live his life for the both of them. regulus knew that waulperga and orion would never let regulus out of there sight after sirius left. they were not going to loose another heir.

regulus new that when sirius left that meant the fate of a black heir fell to him. he new he would become a death eater he new that he would have to marry a girl from there family. he new he would have to silently hate his life falling into that tragic black line of miserable people being pushed by evil more powerful ones.

little did reulus's family know that every day he would walk past sirius's room stop for a moment and he would swear he heard sirius pacing through his room but when regulus opened the door he would see an empty trashed room with no life left in it. no sirius left in it.

the night sirius ran waulpurrga went crazy in there. the ripped posters off walls and tried to remove pictures from the walls, threw contents of trunks every ware, and she also broke the mirror on the wall. regulus hated it but no one had the heart or motivation to restore the room to its former glory until one day when regulus walked by the room after coming back from a family party when he walked past sirius's room stopped went in and looked at the trashed room and decided to clean it.

not clean exactly but restore it so regulus took out his wand but then decided that using magic too impersonal. so he picked up old broken toys letters placed permeant sticking charms on the pictures and posters so that his mother could never rip them down again until the room looked like sirius had never left. just like regulus hoped he had.

then a day or two later walpurga was walking by and she noticed Sirius's door open and when she went in and the room looked good as new, she new regulus did it and she was pissed to say the least but for a moment she was hopeful that her rebellious Gryffindor oldest son was back. because if he came back maybe she could fix him make him care about his family serve the dark lord with pride maybe even drop his gryfindoor freinds. but she new sirius was gone and she never had him in the first place. 

waulpurga decided to live her life like sirius had never excised. wulpurga was determined to make regulus into the perfect heir that sirius never was. you see she was trying to make up for her past failure with sirius.

wulpurga told orion about the room and she told him to punish regulus but he just went to regulus's room to find him reading a wizarding book of poetry and just told regulus he missed sirius to no matter how much of a pain he was but its best thats he's gone and that they needed to move on like sirius was never here. regulus did not like this he did not like that every one he knew decided to act like sirius never excised. regulus could act like sirius was never here on the surface but deep down sirius had left far to much of an impression.

every day on holidays when he wasn't at school regulus would stop by sirius's room and relish in the memory's of him and his brother. just the good ones like when they were little before Hogwarts and the marauders when it was just them they would play duel with stick's and play hide and seek with kreacher while there parents did what ever they did.

one day over holiday regulus found a stuffed wolf with a tag that read from moons. regulus knew that moons was short for moony which was remus lupin one of sirius's freinds nicknames. regulus knew that he would regret it but he took it back to school with him.

regulus had guessed at remus and sirius's relationship a long time ago they were closer then friends he thought that sirius would want the stuffed wolf gift from his boyfriend back.

 so the night that they got back regulus went to gryfindoor tower and asked the fat lady to get sirius. she did.

when sirius heard that regulus wanted him outside the portrait hole he was both confused, exited, and scared. did something happen? was he okay? am i okay? want did he want? he slowly got up his recent boyfriend remus offering to go with him but sirius refusing. he wanted to handle it on his own

he saw his brother looking tired more tired then usual. sirius noticed regulus had his messenger bag around his shoulder looking awqward and uncomfortable.

"you okay?" he asked 

"i'm fine, here." regulus said opening the bag and giving sirius the stuffed wolf. sirius had regretted leaving it behind at grimuld place. remus gave it to him on there first date just before sirius left. 

"how?-why?"

"just say hi to you boyfriend for me." regulus said as he turned to leave but sirius grabbed his arm and pleaded "dont tell anyone" regulus looked away not making eye contact "depends... dose he make you happy?"

"um-yes very"

"then no i wont tell anyone." his little brother let out a deep sigh "have a good life sirius." regulus then said genuinely as he left sirius.

regulus never did tell anyone about remus and sirius regulus would still stop by sirius's room on holidays missing the old sirius but he was so happy that sirius got the life he wanted and he was happy sirius was living it for the both of them. because regulus would never get that life but sirius did and that was enough.

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[gayliketheancients]

Welcome to the challenge prompt AU

Hello friends, and welcome back to Gay✨ has brainrot for her own fanfic. This post is a welcome to the AU guide where I explain what we’re looking at.

Before I say anything else, a PSA. Fuck JKR. LGBT rights are human rights. How did she write the most queer coded characters and then be like “sorry, only Fumbledore is gay. Love him!” Lol nah.

This au is based loosely off the criteria in this post, where the lovely anonymousqualities called into the Tumblr void for someone to take on their idea. I’ve heard their call, they looked over my outline, and I am posting part one today! Woo! The OG prompt was meant to be plotless, kinda crack fic ish, but I don’t know how to quit when I’m ahead so there will be a good deal of lore-building/lore-fixing from the source material.

Enjoy! ✨

Timeline: Halloween 1981 - Harry’s 8th year

Title ideas (taking suggestions):

The Age of Silver and Gold Alliances (currently the one I like most)

Snake in the lion den, lion in the snake pit

Mirror images, distorted reflections

Ships:

Jegulus, Wolfstar, NobleFlower, RoseKiller, PandaLily, platonic MoonWater, Drarry (in the future), and more!

Things it will be featuring:

Regulus raising Harry

Harry and Draco becoming friends as young children

Regulus being a spy for James - but not the Order, never the Order. Him building a resistance of former death eaters with Narcissa Malfoy’s help.

Harry being a prodigy - and a scary one at that

Lily and James are alive (surprise! Regulus put them in a coma and adopted their son!)

BAMF Minerva McGonagall and BAMF Narcissa Malfoy

Snape gets an actual reception arc instead of dying a trash lord (hello, Uncle Severus)

And so much more!!!

A link to the series ❤️

1-There Is No One Else

Regulus saves Lily, James, and Harry. Minerva saves him. Custody changes, Remus goes ape shit on Dumbledore, and the smallest moments of context.

2-Family Home

Regulus raising Harry from ages 1-4 (ft Grandma Minerva), meeting Miss Cissy and Draco

So many cute moments in this one.

3-We Who Remain When The Price Was Paid

Harry Potter becomes the Master of Death on his 5th birthday. It's like playing where's Waldo, but instead, it's where are Harry's uncles???

Narcissa starts the resistance of exclusively wives of Death Eaters (blood magic pta moms)

Uncle Moony, Uncle Padfoot, Uncle Barty, Uncle Sev

4-Ragtag Little Family

Regulus just wants to hold a family meeting. But you can't hold a family meeting unless you can get the whole family in the same place.

A prison break, wolfstar reunion, wolfsbane potion trials, blood magic pta moms get a name, another prison break, a unicorn, a rat, and a birthday.

(happy adoption day, Uncle Moony)

5-Moony, Bobcat, Padfoot and Prongs are proud to introduce Harry James Potter-Black

6-Mirror Images, Distorted Reflections

Harry's last year before Hogwarts. Lily and James are awake, we get the family meeting Regulus has been wanting, and everyone tries to figure out how to function again.

7-Forbidden knowledge and misunderstood monsters

Year One (in progress)

8-Turns (in the tides of war)

9-The choice no one gets to make

10-The ones who lived

11-I love (the ghost of) you

12-Roads unseen guide us home

13-Always and forever with you

Fan Art (yall, you have no idea how exciting it was to even just typer that omg)

From our beloved prompt giver, @anonymousqualities from little Luna in 4-Ragtag Little Family ❣️

#glta #glta writes on ao3 #glta writes fanfic #glta writes #glta has brainrot #challenge prompt au #regulus raising harry #Moonwater raising Harry #platonic Moonwater #marauders era #marauders fanfic #Jegulus #supportive + platonic Jily after the birth of Harry #Harry calls Regulus Papa #I will give no spoilers of the Hogwarts years yet my plan is too good #wolfstar #nobleflower #Drarry

[cherryslyce]

The Avarice Files (Preview) | Regulus Black

Synopsis: Former Auror extraordinaire, Y/N, is the newly appointed assistant to Head Unspeakable Gawdry of the Time Division. Though, the prestige comes with a burdening task assigned by your straight-laced boss: the retrieval of three ancient files lost through time. Boundless uncertainty ensues as you’re tasked to complete your mission with no one other than acclaimed hero of the Great Wizarding War and someone who everyone thought long dead: Regulus Black.

First Chapter Out Now! ... Comment to join the TAGLIST

Daily Prophet: Defected Death Eater Dies!

— September 8, 1979

Second son of Walburga and Orion Black and Heir to the Noble House of Black, Regulus Black, has unexpectedly died. Just two weeks since the fall of You-Know-Who, reports from Albus Dumbledore himself confirm the young Black’s prior involvement with aiding the Light side against Death Eater forces. The Hogwarts headmaster conveyed that the young Black’s help was integral to the armistice and defeat of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named . . .

#the avarice files #regulus black

[izzythehutt]

I think about the conversation between Lucius and Rowle.

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"Who, Sirius?" Alan snorted. "Oh, yes. We used to see quite a bit of each other—before school. Families travel in the same social circle, you know. He was never popular with the other boys—even then."

"Oh? Why not?"

"Probably something to do with none of our fathers liking his." He smirked. "I think because our mothers carried a torch for him. I know mine did. Apparently Orion Black was quite the 'catch' in his day."

"I get the impression there was some resentment there, among witches of a certain age—they all wanted to marry him, but—" He shrugged. "None of them were good enough for Black—had to go for his cousin, instead." He laughed. "Women never forget a slight."

Lucius tilted his head, thoughtfully—Rowle continued, without prompting,

.

I imagine someone bringing this up in the hospital with Sirius and Regulus (and even Walburga). Oh my god. It's funny to imagine the reactions of all three. Should we expect a flood of flowers from former platonic lovers?

Can I just say? I really liked my OC Alan Rowle. This is reminding me how much I enjoy him. Not a Death Eater, just kind of a Slytherin NPC.

I don't think the boys know much about their dad being a desired catch...and the family will probably be trying to keep this under wraps, so I doubt they'll have to deal with his middle aged fanbase.

#asks #alan rowle #the black sheep dog #orion black

[midnightstargazer]

So I'm looking over the scene where the trio are searching Regulus's bedroom. Here are some things I've noticed.

The door is locked

It opens easily when Hermione uses Alohamora, so it wasn't locked in a way that would actually prevent wizards from getting in. And, in fact, someone has been there: Snape, at the same time he searched other parts of the house and took the second page of Lily's letter to Sirius. He made more of an effort to hide his search of Regulus's room, though, leaving behind damaged books and a broken inkwell in the desk drawers, but nothing that would make it obvious at a glance that someone was there. Very different from Harry and Ron's room, where "the wardrobe doors stood open and the bedclothes had been ripped back," and Sirius's, which had pages from books "shaken roughly enough to part company with their covers" all over the floor.

Maybe the door was already locked, and Snape locked it again behind him to keep it from being obvious he had searched the room. That would fit with hiding away the damaged items in a desk drawer. I'm not quite sure why Snape would feel the need to conceal that he had been in Regulus's room, though, when he didn't do so in the rest of the house.

As for why it was locked to begin with, my guess is Sirius. While the rest of the house was pretty ruthlessly cleaned out, Regulus's bedroom remained undisturbed. A locked door wouldn't keep members of the Order out if they really wanted to get in, but it would certainly be a sign that the guy who actually owns the house says that room is off limits. (Because nothing says "I hate you" like refusing to throw away someone's stuff more than a decade after their death, am I right?)

Scratch marks

I also noticed something else about the door:

There were deep scratch marks in the paintwork below a small sign that he had not noticed in the dark.

Who left the marks?

Not Sirius in dog form; if he wanted in, he could've just used Alohomora as a human.

Possibly Crookshanks, but if so, it's such an unimportant detail that why include it at all?

My best guess is Kreacher. He clearly adored Regulus, and he spent decades trying to destroy the locket for him; it would make sense if at some point he tried to enter Regulus's bedroom. But would he have been able to? House-elves are bound to obey their masters' orders; because of the note on the door, Kreacher might very well have been unable to get in without Regulus there to give him permission.

Speaking of the note on the door ...

Comparison to Percy

It was a pompous little sign, neatly lettered by hand, the sort of thing that Percy Weasley might have stuck on his bedroom door

Aside from Sirius's description in Order of the Phoenix, this is the first glimpse into who Regulus might have been as a person. The comparison to Percy is interesting because, in a lot of ways, their narratives and family dynamics are polar opposites. In terms of personality, though, Percy is ambitious, hard-working, a bit arrogant, and takes himself very seriously. It's easy to imagine Regulus being similar. This is probably where the very popular idea of Regulus being a prefect and a top student comes from.

As a side note, in Half-Blood Prince, Dumbledore characterizes the Death Eaters as:

a mixture of the weak seeking protection, the ambitious seeking some shared glory, and the thuggish gravitating towards a leader who could show them more refined forms of cruelty

I imagine Regulus to be one of the ambitious ones, wanting to make his mark on the world, to be powerful and important in a way beyond what the status quo would allow ("practically royal," remember?), and to prove himself as a "good" pure-blood heir in the wake of Sirius and Andromeda's scandals. The comparison to Percy is not the only reason I think that, but it's certainly a strong point in favor of it.

Sibling dynamics

I feel like this is very interesting:

Regulus's bedroom was slightly smaller than Sirius's, though it had the same sense of former grandeur.

Even though we're told (by Sirius) that Regulus was the golden child of the family, Sirius still had the larger bedroom. Perhaps that dynamic wasn't as fixed, or wasn't even there at all, until they went to Hogwarts. As children, Sirius's bold and rebellious nature might have been tolerated, even seen as a positive sign, while Regulus was treated as more of an afterthought. Later on, of course, it became clear that Sirius was going a completely different route than what the family would approve of. At that point, they would almost certainly have been pitted against each other, and Regulus was probably viewed more and more as the "good" son. But the bedrooms give a hint that that might not always have been the case.

Speaking of which, let's talk about what the bedroom looks like.

The Slytherin colors of emerald and silver were everywhere, draping the bed, the walls, and the windows. The Black family crest was painstakingly painted over the bed, along with its motto, TOUJOURS PUR.

I don't know about you, but to me, this feels like a reaction to Sirius more than anything else. It's not about favorite colors or taste in decor. Maybe about House and family pride. But mostly, it comes across as a very strong statement that he's nothing at all like his brother and doesn't want to be associated with his rebellion.

It also feels as if so much of his identity is tied up in his Hogwarts House and his family name that he doesn't really know who he is as a person, without falling back on those two things.

The Death Eater collage

Underneath the family crest, they find this:

a collection of yellow newspaper cuttings, all stuck together to make a ragged collage

As Hermione begins reading them, she quickly realizes they're all about Voldemort, over a period of several years. This is one of the strongest pieces of evidence that Regulus signed up for the Death Eaters voluntarily. The older generations of his family might have quietly supported Voldemort, but they weren't Death Eaters. None of his close relatives were except Bellatrix. And yet here he is, tracking Voldemort's movements for several years before joining. That suggests not only that he was interested, but that he did his research before committing.

(Yes, I know there are alternate interpretations. But there is absolutely nothing in canon to suggest that he was secretly plotting against them all along or only pretending to support them out of self-preservation. Canon suggests - even outright says - that he started off as a loyal Death Eater but changed his mind later on.)

Humanizing details

Let's talk about that photo of the Slytherin Quidditch team. It's the first of several parallels between Regulus and Harry, who immediately notices that they played the same position. But I think the fact that the players are smiling and waving is even more noteworthy, because almost nowhere else in the entire series are school-age Slytherins shown just being kids and having fun. It feels jarring, like you would expect the photo of the Slytherin team to have them sneering or glowering at the camera. The photo is one of the most ordinary and harmless things about the room, and seeing it makes Regulus seem like more than just another Death Eater, even before it's revealed exactly how he died.

This scene is one of the few places where there's any insight into who Regulus was as a person, and he's portrayed in a very humanizing way. The comparisons are only mildly critical (there are much worse people to be compared with than Percy Weasley and much worse descriptions than "less handsome" than Sirius); the most disturbing detail is softened by following it up immediately with one of the nicest ones; and bits of personality shine through even despite the emphasis on conformity. This is very different from how villains and morally gray characters are usually portrayed in the HP books. The narrative very much wants him to be sympathetic, and it shows.

#Regulus Black #Harry Potter #Marauders Era #meta #obligatory disclaimer that I do not support JKR #trying to make sense of what she wrote should not be taken as an endorsement of her opinions

[yoimapotato]

okay, so we all talk about peter betraying the maruders and turning spy for voldemort

but can we talk a second to talk about how regulus, evan, and barty felt when they found out the dorcas joined the order? how the three of the must have felt seeing one of their best friends join the enemy?

how did dorcas feel seeing that regulus died and not knowing why? would she balm herself for not being there? would she feel guilt as it ment that another death eater was dead, and she should be happy about it, but can't?

how would barty (and mabye evan, I forgot if he dies first or not) feel when they find out the dorcas dies? when they hear the it was their leader, the one they're ment to follow and trust no matter what, killed her.

dorcas attacked and bested multiple death eaters before she was killed, was evan or barty one of them? did they find out they were fighting a former friend and back off? did they all scream at eachother asking "why did you leave me for THEM?"

can other people PLEASE talk about this! like the grey morals? the heartbreak? I can't be the only one wondering what it was like

#hp marauders #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #regulus black #dorcas meadowes #slytherin skittles #this fandom is only pain istg

[fxreflyes]

ahhh I just saw you already answered, damn these time zones!! can u please tell me about the fic your most excited to write in that case???

hi bel!!!!! <333333 (i am so sorry for the v late reply, the brain fog today has been v real) the time zones are truly horrid, im so sad to be 8 hrs behind u :'(

i think i have talked abt all of my fics so far, which is making me feel like I need more wips HAHA (I do not need more) so i will talk once more abt the one i currently have my word doc open to!! (i think you already saw a post abt it im sorry!!) (summary ask here) (snippet ask here) but it's called hand in hand with the living dead and it is basically all angst. it is sirius suicide fic & he becomes a ghost & meets remus who is also a ghost!

a snippet for u!!

After a few minutes of fevered hacking, his hair lay around him in clumps. The razor clattered to the tile and Sirius was left shivering.

It was a long moment before he got to his feet.

When he met his gaze in the mirror of the motel bathroom, the hollows of his eyes carved two large shadows where his eyes should be, blood trickling from the nicks on his skull. He wiped away the blood on his cheek, and it smeared. He tried a smile, but it was all teeth, like a dog with his fangs bared.

If James could see him now.

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im honestly hyperfixating on this one rn, but probably the 2 im ACTUALLY most excited about in general are my marauders clue au poor boy youre bound to die set in 1954 which i have rambled to u abt sorry 🙈 (summary ask here) and then the spinoff bloodlands which takes place in 1944 on the eastern front w reg, remus, evan & barty!! (summary ask here)

so here is a snippet from the next ch of poor boy you're bound to die under the cut!!

He would have been dead too, if not for a former Soviet guard by the name of Ivan Rosanov. Or, as he later became known, after absconding to France and assuming a new name and identity, Evan Rosier.

With a jaw that could take a punch and hair that could have rivalled the snow for pallor, Evan Rosier had had a comportment as icy as the tundra itself. It was only by the grace of some unfathomable higher entity, that Regulus happened to have fostered an odd friendship of sorts with the one man and one man alone who appeared able to crack that façade like a stick of dynamite colliding with a lake in midwinter.

It was for this reason that Regulus supposed he owed just as much credit to the incessant and unabashed flirting that his cell mate had engaged in as to the guard himself. If it hadn’t been for Barty Crouch Jr.’s dirty mouth and unflinching ability to suffer a beating, Regulus would have long since been a feast for the worms. That was if worms could survive the frigid conditions they had been in. He might have simply slowly decomposed on the ice without even serving the worthwhile purpose of being some critters tea-time snack. He supposed he was lucky that Evan had taken a shine to the way the blood looked smeared on Barty’s lips as he panted, in what even Regulus had to admit was an obscene way, as he was restrained in a chair as he was disciplined for some petty quip. The whole affair was rather sensual, and Regulus was amused and only a little surprised at Evan’s face coloring the faintest bit of red as Barty had turned to him and cooed “Do you like what you see, pretty boy?” right before getting smashed in the face by one of the Death Eaters for mouthing off, his blood and spit splattering through air.

#thank u for asking !!!! #💖💖💖💖 #honestly I’m excited abt all or else I wldnt be doing this haha #bel tag #<33333 #fic asks

[green-and-grey-kenaz]

The potion surged through his body, speaking deadly truths. You are alone. You have betrayed all that you stood for. You are forsaken. You are unloved. With such honesty coursing through his veins, Regulus could finally see, with his darkening vision, the Dark Lord's whispered promises for what they truly were. The Serpent slithering from his mouth, the lies slipping from his tongue... You are the Last of the Blacks. Their Legacy died with you. Regulus was without weight in the ice cold water of the cave. He could feel the fingers of the undead digging into him but it seemed so far... so distant. He was floating, free falling. Stars glittered above him and Regulus Arcturus Black fell through the surface of the veil.

Regulus here is depicted bare. This is meant to symbolise him going, stripped of his former identity (A Death Eater) and reborn, a tragic heroic figure. It also is further meant to represent the effects of the Emerald Potion, reliving your worst memories, in other words, you are barred to your past regrets and crimes, stripped down to only the essentials.

The snake leaves his mouth is meant to represent Regulus' own propagation of Voldemort's Death Eater ideology - his words were that of the serpent. It also takes the role of Voldemort, whispering in his ear and spreading it's poison. I tried to go with an adder - a British, venomous snake to kind of tie in with the idea of poison.

The thorns and flowers are Blackthorn, a tree associated with death and dark witchcraft. It twines around Regulus' body in am embrace, holding a crown tight to his chest. His death was a product of dark magic and the burden of his family. This is my own interpretation on the character, but I see Regulus' sacrifice driven by his obsession with his own sense of royalty. In his mind, as a prominent member of the Noble House of Black, it was on his shoulders to protect the wizarding world - it was the cost of his blood.

And so Regulus cries tears of blood, gilded gold.

He falls upwards and outwards of the water, towards the heavens, where the Leo constellation shines, his namesake just above his chest. It is the moment that he passes through the veil and is liberated from his earthly toil. The waters are calmed.

#Regulus Black #the noble and most ancient house of black #Harry Potter #Death Eaters #Harry Potter fandom #my art #Snake #TW: Suffocation #TW: Drowning #Analysis beneath the read more #But feel free to add your own interpretations on because everyone will read things differently