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caspervi · 2 days
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Regulus I forgot to post :)
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popcornhee · 1 day
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Brothers part 1
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fifteen year old regulus black thinking sirius left because he wasnt a good enough brother or he did something wrong so he became cold and calculating to make sure nobody could hurt him unless he let them.
he had made the friends he needed and didnt let another person in until james.
"i'm only cryptic and machiavellian cause i care"
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birthday - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 306
James's birthday might as well have been a school holiday. It meant a huge scene at breakfast, a catastrophic prank, and a gigantic, alcohol-filled party, the entire room giving James everything he asked for.
And Regulus in the corner, looking on.
Girls fawned over the birthday boy, leaning on his shoulder like he was their only means of balance, whispering in his ear in a way that Regulus assumed they though was seductive but was actually hard to watch, giggling and laughing and blushing as James politely spoke to all of them.
Lily and Pandora sat on either side of him, trying to engage him in conversation, even as he clutched his plastic cup and ignored them both.
But after a few minutes, his stomach lurched. Because James was watching him. And carefully, always so polite, he separated himself from the crowd surrounding him, apologetically shrugging and grinning good-naturedly, before walking toward Regulus with purpose.
And damn, maybe Regulus shouldn't have had a drink, because his stomach felt all bubbly.
"Reg! What're you doing over here?" James asked, face a bit red from drink.
"Letting you have your moment," Regulus responded, trying to smile, even as jealousy coursed through him.
But James frowned, and said sincerely, "But...I don't want my moment. I want to spend my birthday with you."
Affection flowed through Regulus's body at the words, and Pandora nudged his side with her elbow, looking at him expectantly.
"I..." he sighed, knowing he would regret asking, but he always did cave when it came to James. "D'you want to dance, James?"
The birthday boy's face lit up. "Yes! Oi, Moony! Start the music!"
And, allowing himself to be dragged into the crowd and pulled into James's embrace, Regulus smirked despite himself.
Because even as all eyes were on James, James's eyes were on him.
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florsial · 1 day
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for anyone wondering, Vampire James' daily routine is meet Regulus' current incarnation, spend some decades all fine and dandy and in love, and then break down for like a a year or two, the go hunt for Regulus new incarnation and rinse and repeat.
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eucalyptusbrainrot · 20 hours
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in this one au i am world building Regulus has a chest of nickknacks (it ties into his character!)
James calls Regulus, Trinket.
JAMES’ NICKNAME FOR REGULUS IS TRINKET!!
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theprettieststarfr · 20 hours
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sometimes when i think about Regulus i also think about how his name was one of the few that had little to no connection to Slytherin's theme of snakes and evil and cunning shit, like Draco, for example, but a connection to Gryffindor instead. Regulus is the brightest star in the Leo constellation. Leo? Lion? Gryffindor?
Regulus is also the "heart" of the Leo constellation, meaning it's the "lionheart" - a term used for describing someone brave, A GRYFFINDOR TRAIT, essentially. Regulus also showcases this by defying Voldemort, defending Kreacher and trying to destroy the locket
I researched "Regulus" as a term and found that it was also a family name of a Roman General, who became known through his BRAVE SELF-SACRIFICE.
And yes, you can argue that "Regulus" is "little king" in Latin, a term also used for the basilisk, so a relation to Slytherin, essentially, but the other version stands out to me more, because Rowling literally confirmed the Leo constellation thing.
All of this in mind, we can also dream about Regulus's connection to Sirius, as despite being in Slytherin, his heart may have belonged to Gryffindor, as his name could have
Regulus's name could also be connected with "rules" in some languages. You guys, "regulation", literally. So funny, because Regulus always followed his parents' rules
If you want an another fun linguistic thing about Regulus that I've thought of, go to my previous post, where I explain Regulus's initials in Russian :3
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binvibin · 2 days
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have we considered that the arsenic from all the green in regulus’ room turned him insane? just a thought
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lulublack90 · 2 days
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Prompt 27 - Birthday
@jegulus-microfic March 27 Word count 902
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James arrived at his parent’s house the next morning with Sirius in tow. 
“Jamie!” Effie greeted him enthusiastically. Throwing her arms around him and hugging him so tightly, she lifted him off the floor. “Happy birthday, darling!” 
“Hi, Mum,” James beamed, feeling the love his mum gave him. She put him back on his feet and grabbed Sirius. “Hello, Sirius, sweetheart. How are you? You haven’t been around for ages, darling.” She released a guilty-looking Sirius. 
“Sorry, Effie. Moody wouldn’t let me out, and then we’ve been busy.” He pointed to James. “I promise I’ll make it up.” 
“Don’t be silly, Sirius. You don’t have anything to make up for. Just make sure you pop in when you can. We’ve missed you.” She smoothed his hair in a motherly way and herded them into the kitchen, where Monty was fighting with a frying pan.
“Effie, my love.” He didn’t need to say anymore as Effie swooped in and rescued the pan from him. He kissed her on the cheek in thanks and then rounded on his boys. 
“You don’t write, you don’t visit?” He joked as he scooped them both into his arms in a bone-breaking hug. 
Lunch was a jolly affair. Effie had cooked all James’s favourites and baked him a Victoria sponge cake. He blew out the candles after a rendition of Happy Birthday, and they sat in the living room enjoying a slice of cake and a cup of tea. 
Monty handed James a small pile of gifts, and Sirius pulled out a bottle of Ogden’s best firewhisky from Godric knows where complete with a huge red and gold bow. 
“We can crack it open tonight.” Sirius grinned, waggling his eyebrows. 
“Oh, are you having the girls over? How lovely.” Effie smiled as she watched James open the rest of his presents. He looked up at Sirius before he answered her. 
“Erm, no. Just me and Sirius. The others are busy.” He wasn’t sure if they were busy or not, but he couldn’t exactly tell his parents about the party his Death Eater friends were throwing him. 
“Oh, what a shame. I do miss Marlene and her crass mouth.” 
“Mum!” James cringed. For some unknown reason, his mother doted on Marlene, especially when she said the most outrageous things that you don’t say in front of your friend’s parents. 
They spent the rest of the afternoon chasing each other around the back garden on their brooms. They finally came back indoors, tired and sweaty but very much looking forward to the party later. 
“We’re going to get off, Mum,” James said as they walked back into the house. 
“What’s the rush? You and Sirius are just going to be alone drinking. Why not stay here, and I’ll make you my famous hangover breakfast for the morning?” They shuffled awkwardly. 
“Leave them be, Effie. They’re young men. They’re probably going round town.” Monty came to their rescue, giving them a cheeky wink as he ushered them towards the door. “Don’t leave it so long next time, boys.” He said as he hugged and kissed both of them before Effie could get her hands on them.
“Happy birthday, darling,” Effie squeezed him. They waved goodbye as they apparated back to Sirius’s flat. 
A quick shower and a change of clothes, and they were ready for Evan’s. 
Everyone was waiting for them when they arrived. 
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!” They chorused as they dragged the pair into the ballroom. It had been decked out with hundreds of balloons that drifted around the room, illuminated by the fairy lights artfully looping around the room. 
They’d set up a table with food and drinks on it. In the centre was a beautiful golden cake decorated to look like a snitch. It had delicate spun sugar wings that fluttered gently as though the cake were flying. 
“Wow, guys, this is amazing. Thank you.” James couldn’t believe how much effort they’d put in for him. It hadn’t been very long ago that they’d have happily hurled curses at him, let alone plan a birthday party for him. 
Regulus tucked himself under James’s arm and handed him a small flat box. He gladly accepted it. It was very light, and he couldn’t even guess what could be inside it. He opened the black box, and there, nestled inside, were season tickets for Puddlemere United. His eyes went wide. 
“There’s two in there,” Regulus told him. “Hopefully, after the war is over. I’ll be able to use the other one. Until then, I suppose you can take my idiot brother.” James wrapped him in a hug and kissed him passionately.
“Thank you, Regulus. It’s my favourite gift ever.” He kissed him again, enjoying the pink flush that coloured Regulus’s face.
“Oi, and what about my gift?” Barty came over, breaking them apart. 
“Barty, you got him broom polish.” Regulus rolled his eyes at his friend. 
“Yeah, the best broom polish on the market. His broom’s going to be so smooth he’s going to slip right off it.” 
Sirius got the music playing, and then they were dancing. 
“James couldn’t believe he got to spend his birthday with his closest friends and his boyfriend. This was shaping up to be his best birthday ever, and when Regulus reached up and whispered in his ear and pulled him out of the room and upstairs, he decided it definitely was his best birthday.     
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opheliablackpotter · 3 days
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I can see *James badass Potter* making this post:
J:Guessed who's in the picture?
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J:our bad boy Reggie :)
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ditchesanddunes · 2 days
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If Regulus had left Grimmauld Place I don’t think it would have been with Sirius, or after a big fight
Let’s say Sirius left during that summer, Regulus stays. He stays because of his parents, he stays to protect Sirius, he stays because he feels he is a coward but he is doing something brave. Regulus gets the mark and feels trapped. So he disconnects from people once he gets back to school. He falls into depression and loses himself.
And then it’s Christmas break. He puts on a mask, going to parties, getting yelled at, death eater meetings, to still being abused. But after one party, on Christmas Day, he is laying in his bed staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. But the thoughts didn’t make him cry, or scream, or cast a silencing spell so he could decimate his room because of the pain he felt. No, instead they made him wonder why. Why he must go through the pain, why their parents needed an heir, why he really couldn’t get outside help, why he is letting a stupid tattoo decide the rest of his life.
So he leaves quietly. He packs his trunk in the middle of the night and sneaks out the front door. He goes home, back to his brother.
He has to deal with consequences of his actions, maybe he still goes to death eater meetings, to keep suspicions low. Maybe he has to threaten his parents with going to the court, because the Potters are powerful too.
I couldn’t tell you what he does, but he could. Because Regulus thought out every situation that night, and he came up with every solution.
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stars4sole · 1 day
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"regulus would kill a bug without a light in his eye" Wrong! that's actually lily evans <33 regulus cries whenever he kills a bug--another life that's just trying to get through the day, just like he is. just like he tried to.
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regulus *rolling his eyes*: I know you may find this hard to believe, but not everyone wants to be sirius black
sirius *scoffs*: not everyone can be
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lemonmintbreezeb · 1 day
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Listen to Sun To Me by Zach Bryan and think about regulus singing it about James and then cry
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Transfiguration - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 237
Regulus Black did not skip class.
No matter how ill he felt, he had missed a grand total of four lessons in his entire Hogwarts career, and that was only because he'd been out cold, following a Quidditch incident.
So when James Potter suggested he skip Transfiguration to go on a walk with him, he nearly fainted at the idea.
"I have class, Potter," he scoffed, straightening the collar of his perfectly pressed shirt.
They'd been doing this for weeks, now. Sneaking around in secret passageways. Kissing behind closed doors. Moaning into each other's mouths in the dead of night, hidden in old, forgotten classrooms.
But Regulus never stayed. He never lingered long enough to exchange more than a few sentences with Potter, let alone go on a walk with him.
But the look in his eyes at that moment. The mixture of hope, fear, adoration, and genuine caring. It made Regulus falter.
"Why...why do you want to go on a walk, anyway?" he asked, wishing he'd put more malice into the question, detesting how vulnerable he sounded.
"I just...want to spend time with you," Potter shrugged, a tiny half-smile forming on his lips. "I want to get to know you, Reg."
He thought about it. They were reviewing in class today. He didn't technically need the help...
"Alright," he agreed, nodding stiffly. "Just this once, mind."
And James's eyes lit up like the sun.
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florsial · 2 days
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Regulus Black but it's just him acting all haughty with a deadpanned face looking like a Victorian sicky child on the verge of the "Fallen Angel by Alexander Cabanel" Tears looking up from his copy of Frankenstein but on the inside his soul is fucking ascending to Off the Races and Diet Mountain Dew (Demo) by LDR while his heart his crying to "I ought to be thy Adam but I am rather the fallen angel."
What is he looking at?
James Potter. The kid who has not shut up in the last 15 minutes trying to distract the teacher from continuing the lecture, his voice is so loud that Regulus isn't sure whether his eardrums have exploded from the loud volume of music or James' voice. The conversation is probably long over but he is determined to get out of this lecture. His glasses are slipping down his face and one of his sleeves is rolled up and he is flailing his arms around like a madman in a way that makes Regulus' stomach hurt and the edges of his mouth creep upwards. Somehow...
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