anyway here's wonderwall ...

regulus black. seventeen. chelsea independent. the only acceptable man from the house of black.

[regulus-blackx]

mvrymvc​:

“It’s just one – it won’t kill you, I promise,” she teased him again, her smile only growing as his did. “If you have to prepare me for your set, I have to say… I’m a little worried, Regulus. I mean, think about it. You should be letting your music speak for itself.”

“You don’t know what might kill me. Maybe I’m deathly allergic to buying drinks for pretty girls,” he pointed out, being arbitrary just for the sake of it. It wasn’t an opportunity he got very often so Regulus was fully intending on taking advantage of it while he could. “I don’t write my own stuff. I just cover other people’s and try to do justice to the original.” Music wasn’t a worthwhile career, more of a hobby. Why waste his time in something that wouldn’t prove viable in the future.

[regulus-blackx]

mvrymvc‌:

His correction didn’t bother her. She almost found it cute, the way that he found a loophole in her argument. Witty. “Okay. Fine. I’ll let you win this round, but only if you buy me a drink before your set tonight.” That was a fair compromise if Mary ever heard one. “Then let me be the first one to give you an official assessment.”

Another Black family trait: he rather enjoyed winning, but who didn’t? Even if it was because someone gave him the win. His pride wasn’t above that. “A drink?” he repeated with a small smile, “Yeah, I can do that.” After a second, he added, “Okay but just to warn you, I do like to fake people out and play a little of Wonderwall before I actually play real music. Don’t judge me too harshly for that.”

[regulus-blackx]

mvrymvc‌:

Mary shook her head. “Absolutely not. Art is in the eye of the beholder, and if I say you’re an artist, that means that you’re definitely an artist. There’s no other way around it.” She took a sip of her tea, trying to keep herself from turning a bright shade of red. “I expect nothing less, really. I want you to blow my expectations out of the water. Show me what I’ve been missing out on with all these other amateurs who play guitar on a Tuesday night.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m almost positive the saying is that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And, yes, while some art is beautiful, mine is not.” So much for letting her win this one. It was a Black family trait, he wasn’t good at letting outsiders win. Even if he wanted to, his mouth worked faster than his brain sometimes and acted on instinct alone. This was apparently one of those times. “I mean, I’m playing guitar on a Tuesday night in a coffee shop. I don’t know how much better than all of the other amateurs out there.”

[regulus-blackx]

mvrymvc‌:

Mary couldn’t help but chuckle. Regulus was charming – charming in a way that felt new and different. She couldn’t tell if he was flirting… but she wasn’t going to complain if he was. And if he wasn’t, it felt nice just to have a genuine conversation with someone she didn’t even know that well. “Okay, well… squiggler or artist, it’s still better than most people can do,” she insisted. “Just for me? You don’t have to do that. I’m sure I’ll be impressed no matter what.”

Regulus paused, carefully considering the situation, the conversation, at hand. He could press this and they could go in endless circles, or he could let it go. After a minute, he asked, “I’m not gonna win this one, am I?” It was partially a question, partially him conceding the point and giving Mary the win instead. “You’ve never seen me play before. I gotta make sure I live up to your expectations. I mean,” he pointed to his notebook, “you think this is art,” he teased. “I really have to make sure I impress you now.”

[regulus-blackx]

mvrymvc‌:

He might’ve said that he wasn’t an artist… but clearly he was a better one than Mary was, at least. She grinned, nodding as he tried to explain himself. “You make art. That makes you an artist in my book,” she offered. “There’s only one way to find out, then, isn’t there? I said I’ll be there when you play, and I’m not one to break my word. Just make sure you’re on your A-game tonight.”

He shook his head quickly in protest of that. “I make squiggles. I am a squiggler, thank you.” That wasn’t a word, at least he didn’t think so, but oh well. Regulus laughed a little at his own insistence. He had his talents but they were not remotely involved to anything relating to the arts. His parents didn’t know he played here. They didn’t even know he had his brother’s guitar. And that wasn’t worth the fuss. “I am always on my A-game, but I’ll bring it up to A+ just for you.”

[regulus-blackx]

mvrymvc‌:

He seemed nice enough – which was a pleasant surprise, considering she mostly expected him to smile, nod, and go back to whatever he was doing. Instead, he showed her his notebook. “It’s nice – I draw sometimes, too, but… nothing that great.” She shrugged. “Play here? Like… in a band? That’s really cool. I’ll have to stay and watch you.” Mary offered her hand for a proper introduction. “Pleasure’s mine, I’m sure, Reg.”

“Oh, I’m not at all an artist. I mostly just can’t focus right now, so I’m avoiding my homework.” He pulled his notebook back, putting his pen down. “Not a band, it’s actually acoustic. Just me and my guitar.” There weren’t enough people in his life for him to be involved in a band. He didn’t have enough friends for that. “That’s ... very kind of you. Thanks, but you have no idea if I’m any good or not.” He hoped he was. He was playing on Sirius’ guitar and, despite his brother being dead to him, it would still be a shame to not put the guitar to good use.

[regulus-blackx]

mvrymvc‌:

Whatever he was doing, he seemed pretty involved in it. He barely looked up as he moved his things, making room for her. “Not a problem – thanks. I don’t want to bother you too much.” She put her tea down on the table before running a hand through her hair. “I’m – uh, I’m Mary, by the way. Do you come here often?”

“No, not bothering,” he reassured her with a small smile, “I was attempting to work on homework, but I guess attempting ... I’ve mostly been drawing instead.” He admitted that with a laugh, moving the notebook over a little so she could see what he’d been working on, though it was nothing special; mostly just lines and random shapes. “I’d say so. I play here most nights. I’ll be back tonight to play after I drop my stuff off.” He sipped his coffee, flashing a smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Mary. I’m Reg. Well, Regulus, but most people call me Reg.” 

[regulus-blackx]

mvrymvc‌:

Mary needed tea, stat. And even though her flat wasn’t that far away, and she would’ve much preferred tea that she made herself, Bloomsbury’s was closer… and it probably wouldn’t be that bad. After putting in her order and receiving it, she looked around for a seat. There was none. That was, except for by this one boy, who was busy writing something down. “Mind if I join you? – Most of the other seats are full…”

He had noticed the person approaching his table right off but hardly glanced up, mostly just sensing their presence. He allowed her to speak first, only looking up from his notebook once she did. “Oh, yeah, absolutely.” He cleared his backpack off the empty chair at the table, putting it on the floor by his feet. “Sorry. Didn’t realize how crowded it was.”

[regulus-blackx]

Rubbing his fingers over the handle of the switchblade in his pocket made Regulus feel safer. More secure. Like a child with a security blanket or a fierce stuffed animal to protect them. Logically he doubted that anyone would care enough to say anything to him that was less than kind, it was London, there were more people there than anyone could fathom. No one would pick him out of a crowd. But he carried it with him anyway. Even in Bloombury’s coffee, he sat, working on homework with one hand, though mostly drawing in a notebook instead, and rubbing his thumb over the blade in his pocket. 

[regulus-blackx]

He had been late coming home. Just once. Just by ten minutes. It wasn’t anything to him, the buses were running late, as per fucking usual, and he had been waiting there. It wouldn’t have been any faster to walk and there weren’t any taxis on the street. Walburga hadn’t liked his late arrival very much, even if he had only missed his curfew by ten minutes. That was understandable, wasn’t it? 

No. He’d been carrying his guitar when he got home and Walburga seemed to blame it on “that guitar of his”. If she had known it was Sirius’, he would’ve been accused of following in his brother’s footsteps. When he had reached to grab it back, protesting all the while, Walburga had grabbed his arm, nails digging in just a little. He would have it back when he learned to respect his parents and his curfew. So now, he sat at Bloomsbury, staring at his usual spot on stage where he couldn’t be with no guitar, trying, and failing, to do his homework.

[regulus-blackx]

xxlucymalfoy‌:

An eyebrow lifted, and Lucius sized up Regulus for a moment before he offered the slightest shrug of his shoulders. “Typically, yes, I’m being condescending. This, I genuinely can’t find the point of, however.” Regulus was okay. Points off for being related to Sirius, but he gained back a few for his relation to Narcissa, and being at least a little more classy than his idiot older brother. Sirius had him in the looks department, but Regulus at least knew how to behave like a proper member of society. “Are they attempting to burn away all of their problems? Seems a bit childish, doesn’t it?” 

The papers in his own pocket suddenly weighed a thousand tons and Regulus took a drink of his lager as he observed. Some things weren’t for an outsider to understand and each individual persons’ plight wasn’t any of his business. Sometimes, a placebo effect was better than the real thing and if the crowd that gathered believed that burning papers with the things they wanted to rid themselves of would actually work, who was he to judge. It wasn’t worth the argument, though, of trying to persuade Lucius to his side. If he wanted to, he would extend his mind long enough to understand what it was about, but he didn’t want to. Noncommittally, Regulus hummed. “Suppose you’re right,” he said, shrugging. “What’s burning a piece of paper going to actually do?”

[regulus-blackx]

fenrirgreybackxx‌:

“You know, pretty little boys like you can get hurt if they don’t watch where they’re going.” Fenrir spat out, eyebrow lifting as he pushed off the tree, sized the boy up. He came off as meek, as easily malleable, and well… Finn did have a type. “What’s got you in such a hurry, anyway?” 

That much Regulus hadn’t been expecting. He very nearly choked on his own spit, eyebrows going up and his cheeks flushed. It was certainly the first time he’d been called pretty or little boy and he wasn’t sure how to react. Things were a little muddled in his brain now, the man had caught him off guard and now he was taking a second to regroup. Pushing through the fog, he forced himself to calm down, to focus and think. That tone had reminded him a little too much of his father and this was something he shouldn’t get himself involved in. “I’m supposed to be meeting up with my girlfriend.” 

[regulus-blackx]

xxmeadoe‌:

Dorcas felt her cheeks flush, just a touch more than the alcohol had already made them, as Regulus made his way to her side, and for a moment, a small moment of horror, she realized that she would have to explain to her father that this was the boy she had told him about. However, a quick glance to the man told her that he had already figured that out, and letting out a sigh, she smiled again. “Hey.” She finally managed, reaching out to slip an arm around his waist, a quick squeeze. When she turned back to her father, she watched as the man looked Regulus up and down, before finally blowing out a breath when he smirked at them. “Right, well. I suppose there’re worse.” Dorcas was definitely blushing again, but didn’t comment as her dad stuck his hand out to shake Reg’s. “Young man. Were you aware of how poisonous certain plants can be? A fascinating study, botany.” 

 Dorcas did her best not to groan out loud. “He’s joking… Mostly.”

He was well aware that he was being sized up, and he didn’t let how fucking nervous he was show. Dorcas had spoken about her father on multiple occasions and there was no doubt in Regulus’ head just how important he was to her. He liked Dorcas and he wanted to impress her father enough that he actually approved and didn’t just think of him as an eh, sure kind of boy. His arm slid around her shoulders after a minute and the other hand went out to shake her father’s. “I’m still working my way into it. There’s no backyard at my house or room for a planter box, so the most I can see of plants is the greenhouse at my school. I’m pretty sure some guys in my year planted nightshade in there, so I haven’t ventured inside yet.” 

[regulus-blackx]

xxlucymalfoy‌:

Lucius wouldn’t say that he was the outdoorsy type, not in the slightest, but he did manage to wander his way out to this quaint little bonfire simply to say that he had attempted to spend time among the rather crude and boring people that plagued London. As he settled in near the fire, though, he couldn’t quite find the point in all of it, and so he leaned in carefully to the nearest person, not paying much mind to who it was. “What, exactly, are they doing?”

For once, Regulus had come here with the intent to participate. Not just observe as he had done in the past, watching from a distance as people burned papers with their insecurities and anxieties written on them. He used to think it stupid, getting drunk off alcohol lifted from people who were too drunk to notice and scoffing as he watched them. The past two times he’d gone, he had considered burning Sirius’ name in the fire and finally releasing all of that bitterness and anger, but it turned out that he liked how it made him feel. He liked having a reason to hate someone and even better, having it be his own brother. This year, things were different by a wide margin. He’d more or less made up with Sirius, he was seeing Doe, and he finally knew the truth about why Sirius left. The papers he planned on burning were tucked inside his pocket and weighed down by his knife and when Lucius Malfoy leaned over to ask a question, he resigned himself to waiting until the end of the night. “Are you being condescending, because I know you’re smart enough to figure this much out for yourself.”

[regulus-blackx]

fenrirgreybackxx‌:

Fenrir had one goal at this ridiculous little bonfire, and that was to find Remus again. Eyes wandered the crowd from where he’d perched against a tree, beer in hand. Plenty of faces. Foolish people having a grand old time in a park with fire. He could appreciate the enjoyment of fire, sure, but he couldn’t quite get behind the idiots being so damn excited about it. However, he did his best to keep the disgust off his face. That was, until, someone walked past his spot and grazed him with their shoulder, and his eyes narrowed as he rounded on them. “Could you watch where you’re going?”

This was London. It was always crowded, maybe annoyingly so, and people were always going to bump into you. It really annoyed him when people decided to act like they deserved not to be bumped into for one reason or another, but that wouldn’t do to go making friends, or to not make enemies. He turned around at the words, his face a mask of confusion and shock. “Christ, I’m so sorry.” He wasn’t. That was a tone he was very familiar with and it set him on edge. Still, he kept his act up. “I didn’t mean to.”

[regulus-blackx]

xxmeadoe‌:

Dorcas hadn’t necessarily been planning on attending the bonfire, but the promise of a night to relax and let loose, especially after her party had seen her not actually drinking much. And besides that, when she had gotten to Hyde Park, she had discovered that her father had even come out for the night, which was a rather rare occurrence, and by the time she was on her third drink, watching her father animatedly talk about one of the plants in his greenhouse, he spotted a familiar face nearby and excitedly waved a hand to get their attention. “Hey! How are you! Come meet my Baba! He was just telling me about one of his plants.”

This event was stupid. It was so stupid that Regulus couldn’t even fathom how stupid it actually was. Yet he’d brought a few scraps of paper with stuff written on it to burn. But thankfully, this was town sanctioned and only made him look like a part of the community, so he’d been able to tell Walburga ‘I’m going to the bonfire. I’ll be back tonight.’  He hadn’t mentioned that he was going to get drunk, and that he was going because he wanted to be rid of his confusion, of his hurt. After finding out it all, he just wanted to be numb. But before he could even grab a drink to get that process going, he heard Dorcas and fuck it. Being numb could wait a while. Making his way over, he smiled. “Hey,” he said warmly, eyebrows going up a little before turning to her father. His brain was malfunctioning, he didn’t know what to say.

[regulus-blackx]

siriuslyitssirius‌:

Sirius didn’t miss the way his brother had become distracted by his own thoughts. He supposed that was to be expected; after all, Sirius had just dropped an atomic bomb on his head. He needed time to be angry, and hurt, and confused, and all the things Sirius had felt when he finally walked out the door and let himself process everything that had happened.

There was another element to this whole situation that Sirius hadn’t thought much about, preoccupied as he was with Regulus’s string of reckless behavior and his own need to look out for his little brother’s safety.

“So,” he said, drawing out the word. “Dorcas Meadowes, eh?” He quirked his eyebrows, lips turning up in the hint of a smirk.

The thoughts in his head were flying by faster than Regulus could process them, not attempting to hold on to any one idea and run with it. All of them could and would hurt his parents so by default, all of them were valid. Eventually, he’d find a reoccurring theme, find one idea he kept going back to and roll with that one, but for now, he was open to anything his mind could think up as long as it meant he hurt his parents in the way Sirius never got to.

Whether or not he would go through with it, however, was another measure entirely. Sirius was his brother but they were his parents. Would he ever really be able to turn against them and cause them pain? He’d like to say yes, but his gut was telling him something different.  

The second Sirius started and he heard Dorcas’ name leave his lip, Regulus shook his head. “Wow, okay, I’m leaving. Definitely not having this conversation with you.” Maybe he blushed a little as he said it, headed to the door without looking back, but he’d would absolutely deny that.