R. A. B.

Regulus arcturus Black. SLYTHERIN. DROP-OUT. DEATH EATER. REVOLT. Toujours Pur. FALLING DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE.

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martyr for the cause | self para

He could remember the missions and finding the locket with Nate like it had happened yesterday. Among the chaos of his family vault there it had been, they’d turned it over to Lord Voldemort without a question of what his intents would be with it. It was probably best that they didn’t know much like other parts of the clouded plan that laid ahead. The Dark Lord only shared what he wanted you to know, when he wanted you to know it. Another reason that Regulus had found himself supporting Rodolphus and the cause that he stood for.

The summoning had been related to the locket -- that much had been made apparent but the part that he hadn’t understood was needing to bring Kreacher. Everyone knew better than to question what the Dark Lord wanted and he had more than himself to worry about now that he was married to Charity. For that reason he’d taken Kreacher by the hand and given his own unpredictable magic as of late he’d let Kreacher take the lead. There was a crisp air that reminded him to stepping out of his home in the middle of winter, a coldness that could only be explained by the dense amount of fog on the ground and in the air. The air stung on his scratchy throat and snot ran from his nose quickly, grateful he’d remembered to grab something to wipe it with. “Stick by me.” He directed to Kreacher who was clearly more shaken by the whole ordeal then he’d cared to admit. Eyes forward as he walked to the center of the graveyard in which the fog parted to a circle and the Dark Lord stood. “I’m sorry to keep you waiting, my lord.” Regulus offered dropping to a knee in an instant with his head bowed and out of the corner of his eye he spotted Kreacher following the same motion.

“Regulus,” The voice hitting his ears as if Voldemort was kneeled beside him when in  actually he was yards in front of him. “Your house elf is well trained, a bright little thing, isn’t he?” The question was answered with a nod of his head as he didn’t trust his voice given the flared nostrils. It wasn’t a secret that what the Lord saw something as promising that it meant that he wanted ti for himself. 

“I wonder if you won’t let me use him for the cause.” Fists balled at his side as Kreacher looked up from the position he’d taken beside his master. “I will return him -- once he’s finished with this mission I doubt that he will be any good to either of us.”

“Excuse me?” Regulus hissed raising in the slightest before he realized what he had done quickly lowered back down. “I only wonder what you mean, my lord.” But he knew that there was no sense in questioning, no one would know until the time came that they needed to. “Kreacher, please assist The Dark Lord in whatever he needs.” The sting of tears collecting at the edge of his eyes as he wondered about the mission that awaited his longest friend.  

“Yes, Master Black.”

Leaving the graveyard had been most difficult and he’d found himself back at Grimmauld Place with a heavy heart. What could the Dark Lord have meant? He paced the floor, a mug of warm tea in his hand in an attempt to keep the cough fits that he’d been suffering from lately at bay. Minutes blended into hours and the pacing had quickly turned from sitting to lying. In fact, Regulus had nearly been asleep when he’d heard the familiar pop and a small whimper from the kitchen. He’d sprinted into action quickly without a second thought moving into the room to see his injured friend.

His wand work was shaky at best but he moved, healing the house elf the best that he could with his limited knowledge. “What happened, Kreacher?” Regulus questioned as he mended the last wound on the house elf who now sat looking utterly broken before him. 

“We went to an Island, where there was much darkness. He wanted me to test the defenses he said-said that the locket needed to be protected. It screamed to me.” Kreacher explained with broken words and small gasps of breath. Standing quickly from his seat on the ground beside the house elf the pacing was resumed in an instant. What was he hiding he locket for? What about it could be so important? A cigarette that had been tucked behind his hear was moved to his mouth, lighting it quickly as he wondered if this would be his chance to prove that he was able to do more for his friends -- for his wife.

It screamed to me.

Realization of the sentence was what caused him to inhale the cigarette deep, another coughing fit coming form his chest and the lights flickering around the room. “Kreacher, you’re going to have to get up. You need to take me to the cave. We’re going to destroy that locket.” A hand reaching to the house elf to help him from the ground, his face making it clear that he had a plan forming in his head

Holding the house elf’s hand they landed outside the cave and Regulus nodded for his friend to lead the way. “You get me in there and I’ll do the rest, okay? I promise you won’t have to do anything again.” He assured as he spotted the uneasy look on Kreacher’s face, “But you have to get me in there and you have to promise me that no matter what happens to me you’ll destroy it.” 

He moved to follow behind Kreacher listen to the instructions that were given -- blood wipe on a door that opened to the small cave. The boat inside was small but they made it work so that the two could make it across the lake together where a basin sat and at the bottom the locket was there. “What now?” He questioned and the house elf shook his head. “Master must drink that.” The tone that he took making it clear that Regulus wasn’t going to enjoy what was about to go down. A deep breath inward before he picked up the goblet and glanced to the house elf. “If something happens to me you need to get the letter that I wrote before we left and give it to Charity. If something happens to me -- you need to take care of her.” He instructed and despite knowing how much Kreacher was against it he knew that his wishes would be respected.

He moved looking into the Emerald potion before him and a dropping feeling in his stomach let he know that the situation wasn’t going to go the way he wanted it to. Using the goblet to collect the potion he moved bringing it to his lips and without a second thought chugging no the liquid as quickly as he could. His eyes closed tight as the images before him took life in his mind.

Charity was hurt, bleeding and the Dark Lord standing above her with his wand pointed at her head. She was crying out to him and no matter how much he ran, no matter how much he fought to get to her it seemed that he couldn’t get closer.

Feet were unsteady and his breath was shaky as his head shook, “No, please.” The words tumbling as Kreacher took the goblet from his hand and collected more of the potion and tipped the liquid into his mouth.

“This is what happens when you try to do things behind my back, this is what happens when you work with people to take me down.” The wand that the Dark Lord held was now touching Charity’s chest as he screamed out begging that he be the one killed instead of her -- he needed to be the one killed, Charity hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Just a little more, master Black.” The house elf spoke as Regulus’ head shook at the image in his mind unable to separate what was real and what was fake as the goblet was brought back to his mouth with last of the potion. “You just need to drink.” And that was what Regulus did as he begged for the nightmare to be over.

Eyes opened as he looked around the cave, his mouth so dry that he felt as if his lungs were paper crackling in his chest. “I need a drink.” But the house elf wasn’t paying attention as he followed the orders that had been given to him and grabbed Slytherin’s locket out and replaced it with a fake. Unaware of his mater inching to the water full of the army of Inferi hands trying to grasp at the water that was before him, drinking it as quickly as his hands would fill with the precious water that he desperately needed. The dead bodies below that were charmed awakening from the movement at the surface.

Kreacher turned spotting the sight behind him and gasping as he saw the Inferi that had grabbed the hands of Regulus in the blink of an eye. “Master Black!” The house elf called as he moved forward with the locket in his hand, nearly forgetting what had been ordered of him before.

“No, Kreacher get out of here. Destroy it! You can’t let them take it.” Regulus ordered once more as fought against the Inferi but his magic was depleting more and more from the spell, eradicate and only working every few spells. “GO!” He bellowed as he was pulled into the water, kicking against the body that had him. Kicking again as something grabbed his ankle so that his head bobbled above the water looking at where the House Elf had been, watching as the small boat made its way to the exit with a sigh out as he felt a grasp on his shoulders once more. Was there any use in fighting? Did he have a chance of getting out of here?

The water was murky, the number of Inferi were countless and despite his best efforts to swim upwards the hand on him kept pulling him down. There was little air left in his lungs and the outer ring of his vision was blackening with each passing second. He needed to get oxygen, he needed to breath. But there wasn’t enough fight left in him and he couldn’t will himself to hold on to his breath any longer.

At least the locket was gone. Kreacher had his orders to take it to someone that Regulus trusted with his life. He believed so much in fact that he didn’t care that his vision had gone black and despite his best efforts and knowing that he had someone to fight for he could feel himself giving in.

Rodolphus Lestrange would destroy the Locket. He would destroy the horocrux and The Revolt would be one more step closer to banding back together. They’d be able to defeat Voldemort and save the people who needed saving.

[cygnea]

Aesthetic Meme: 5/9 characters (Regulus Black) 

I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more.

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@hogwartshousesnet august event: favorite slytherin character → regulus black

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REGULUS BLACK ☁️ requested by @abrcxasmalfoy 

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oceaneyesrosier‌:

Evan propped himself up on the island in the middle of the kitchen, hands clasped between his legs as Reggie worked to make him an ice pack. “Ahhhh this face is indestructible. It’s been through worse. Got punched by a half giant once, y’no. My eye was swollen shut for a week at least. Amycus wanted to kill the giant and me.” He took the cloth, pressing it to his cheek. “I’m proud to say I made it. The giant? Not so much.”

“I hate to break it to you but I don’t think there’s anything about you that’s actually indestructible.” A small chuckle as he leaned back satisfied with the fact that the ice was on Evan’s face. “Bloody hell, I think the rule is you’re supposed to pick on someone you’re on size. And don’t get me wrong you’re tall but not giant tall.” A shake of his head as he glanced around the manor for a moment and back at Evan. “You’re look like you’re doing well. Are appearances honest?”

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oceaneyesrosier‌:

Evan had gotten himself into more than he’d planned, so much so that he was nursing quite the bruise on his cheek from a lovely brawl at a pub in town. He’d opened the door to find one of his very favorite people on the opposite side. “I think pops’ll do,” he snorted at the tease about his age, returning the hug. “Thanks, Reg. Made it through another year. Let’s see if I get to the next one?” He winked, wincing at the sting from the bruise before he shuffled further into the Manor. “Where’ve you been?”

He followed close behind before walking past the man and into the kitchen for Regulus had never had an issue of making himself at home when it came to Evan. “Pops it is. And you haven’t a choice but to make it another year, I wouldn’t make it far without you.” A genuine smile on his face as he pulled ice into a cloth for the bruise. “Oi, on your face. We can’t have you doing damage to the galleon maker.”

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The night of The Gala had started off remarkable, in fact even beyond that it would have easily bee fighting for a spot in the top ten nights of his life. But per the usual it seemed that everything had a way of reminding him that the good wasn’t capable of staying put like it was supposed to. Regulus wasn’t quite certain what the Hunters were capable of given that what they spoke of was advanced magic but nevertheless he had heeded their warning and found his wife. The two quickly vanishing as quickly as they’d appeared and instead finishing the night from the comfort of their own home.

However says had now passed and it seemed that the sniffles had struck at the oddest of times. End of summer colds were always the worst given that the air was bloody hot and the humidity level rising and to be frank Regulus didn’t fancy carrying around something to blow his nose on. A drink was in order to bring the rather atrocious night to an end. However as fate would have it the familiar head of red hair caught his eye as he approached the bar and in an instant he’d turned with a nod. “What’s up, mate? I can’t believe your dad still let’s you come out for air on your own.” At the mention his eyes moved around as if to ensure that Crouch Sr. wasn’t merely on a bathroom break.

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@hogwartshousesnet | august event | favorite slytherin character

❝ to the dark lord. I know I will be dead long before you read this, but I want you to know it was I who discovered your secret…❞

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The last event held by mysterious people hadn’t ended well, and as Charity stepped out onto the dancefloor with her now husband, she imagined this one wouldn’t either. Couldn’t shake the feeling twisting in her gut that something was wrong. The venue itself was pristine- the people around them seemed like they were enjoying themselves, but with all the chaos it was hard not to find a snake in the grass at every turn. Then again, she’d been feeling rather fatigued lately anyway, and on edge, without much thought about why it was happening. 

Her masked gaze turned upward to Regulus, a small smile gracing her face as her hand clasped his. “Are you happy, Reg?” That wasn’t what she wanted to say at all; but it was there, dangling in the air between them anyway. “I mean, just in general, are you happy?”

He considered her question with a thoughtful expression, as if she even had to ask him. “Honestly, I don’t think I can name a time where I’ve had this much happiness in my life.” Regulus answered with a nod of his head, “I’m happy.” He assured her with a wonder of what had prompted the question. “Is everything alright, love?” He mused before drawing her in closer now that they were on the dance floor. A hand falling to her waist and the other holding her hand tight.

Despite knowing that everything looked well around them he couldn’t stop the paranoid gazes that were given over Charity’s shoulder. He couldn’t name a time in which he wasn’t looking over his own should but now he had someone else that he had to protect.  

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He could only gander at the trouble that Evan had gotten into today and for that Regulus was worried that he wouldn’t catch the man at home. But fortunately it seemed that waiting until the later portion of the evening had been one of his best moves. “I was wondering if you’re prefer to be called Gramps or Pops?” A brow rose as he chuckled at his own joke before moving to wrap an arm around Evan. “Happy birthday.”

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oh brother | regulus + sirius

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“I am. In the deepest, most honest sense of the word. I know, there hasn’t ever been an honest bone in my body, but…” Sirius paused, taking a deep breath. He had a tendency to talk someone’s ear off in a mad rush of words, especially when there was too much to say. As there was for his brother.  “I stopped drinkin’. Went to some muggle rehab place and everything. I’ve been doing my best and trying to keep away from the liquor, and I’ve apologized for things I’ve done while wasted, and…” He paused, letting a small breath pass and fall from his lips. “…it didn’t feel fair to apologize for never being around to others when you were the one I really wasn’t there for.”  Sirius stepped back, leaning his bum back against a dusty old desk, hands gripping the edge. Eyes like liquid silver focused on those of his brother, an ache most had never see filling them. “I am so, so, so fucking sorry for ever leaving you with those people. I should have fought for you, I should have done things differently, even if it meant following mother’s wishes if it meant keeping you safe. And I am so sorry I didn’t.” 

Even in his wildest dreams there wasn’t words like this spoken in regards to him. That was the difference in dreams and reality though and for that he wasn’t sure if he was grateful or more confused then ever in his life. He’d always wondered what decisions had come to pass that made Sirius so quick to leave him behind as nothing.

Now it seemed that things had never been an easy as he’d thought they were for Sirius. Every decision he made was laced with complications and there were other people that he had to take into account. People like his friends that he wanted to protect and even himself that he had to protect.

His head shook immediately at the last statement, he could accept the apologies for not being taken into account. Regulus would even accept that Sirius was so far in the bottle that he couldn’t see clearly, “No one should have stayed with that hag. I didn’t want you to stay for me and suffer with me... I wanted you to take me with you.” Things would have been so much different.

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He hadn’t left her side, hands laced since they’d walked in the door only a few short moments ago. Even if he hadn’t been there when she put the dress and mask on he knew that he could’ve picked her out of the crowd. Regulus had become even more entranced with her every movement since they’d married despite thinking that it wasn’t possible. Everything about her was fascinating and kept his attention -- he knew that part of the appeal was fear that it was all a dream. He’d wake up and find her gone. But each time that his eyes opened and he found her still there felt like the best day ever. 

As the music caught his attention he glanced to Charity with a raised brow. “What do you say to a dance, Mrs. Black?” Regulus questioned as he was already prepared to lead her out on to the dance floor.

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regulus black masked until midnight attire.

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accidents happen | charreggie

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xburbagewrites:

Honeyed words had dripped from drunken tongues- tainted, yes, but not untrue. She’d felt bad for waking the old wizard to perform a ceremony in the middle of the living room with his dressing gown on. Had worried her hair was a filmsy mess from trying to stop running her fingers through it out of sheer nervousness. As they exited into the crisp air of the night, hands latched together, hearts thrumming she smiled up at him. The wine had long since dissipated to make room for the elation she felt at coming home. Her mother would have a fit; her brother even more; and the last but definitely not least on her list of people who lose their minds at the idea were Alice and Frank. 

“Like I’ve just married the most incredible person in the world.” She flung her arms around him and buried her face in his neck, giggling happily against his skin. “And like Alice is going to chop us to bits if we don’t make an actual ceremony.” She’d turned her face from the warmth to nuzzle his cheek. “Where to now, husband?”

Arms embraced her before pressing a kiss to the top of her head with a small laugh at her words. “We both know that I have a healthy amount of respect and fear for Alice. If it’s a wedding she wants then it’s a wedding she’ll get.” Of course it would be as small or large as Charity wanted it with each detail she wanted and every person she needed to be in attendance. Regulus would see to it that every whim that his bride had was met. 

“I’d say we could get ice cream but I’m afraid there’s probably not a place open this late. We could always head back to Grimmauld Place and see what we can get into there?” A brow raising at her in question.