#c:regulus

[awildwclf]

@regulustxt​

There was advantages to going on a date with Regulus in a muggle town in Ireland. 

First of all, the likelihood that anyone who might recognise them, who might pose a problem to their secret, was so much lower here that they could relax. More than they could almost anywhere else. Fiadh could walk with her hand in Reg’s and not feel anxious about anything.

Second, Regulus’ reaction to the muggle town made Fiadh smile. He was so confident in the wizarding world, but here he seemed confused but curious. Fiadh knew he had been taught a lot of negative things about muggles, so she gave his hand a squeeze every time he looked... well, Fiadh wasn’t exactly sure how she’d describe it. Apprehensive? Maybe.

“Come on,” she said softly. “There’s a sweet shop not too far along. We can take them down the beach.” Despite it being summer, the wind was cold today, and Fiadh knew where on the beach would almost certainly be empty.

[shades-of-lavender]

Making her way around the party with a drink in hand, Ottie meandered through the groups of people, searching for a familiar face while Barty was with his friends. She knew she needed to branch out, and in her hazy state of mind decided that Regulus was just the person to get to know. Despite having been in school with him her entire Hogwarts career, and knowing his family as a fellow member of high society, she felt she didn’t know him nearly enough.  “Reg!” she hiccuped as she approached him, a smile far wider than usual and her coordination a bit off. “How are you? How was your summer?”  @fxtedstars​

[siriuslyitssirius-blog]

Sirius | Regulus

"I’m not drunk enough for this shit,” Sirius muttered to himself. He pushed through the hordes of students in the lounge, making his way to the kitchen. He’d stashed some decent tequila somewhere under the sink last week; he’d do well with a shot or two, so long as Marlene hadn’t dipped into it.

He stopped dead in his tracks as he caught sight of Dorcas talking to his brother. His underage, definitely-not-a-university-student brother, Regulus Black.

Fucking hell. He really, really needed that drink.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he said, interrupting their conversation. 

[charity-whoisleft]

come a little bit closer II Reg

Was it a terrible idea to have a picnic in November? Most likely yet. Charity had a feeling that the plan would bring some regrets in a few days when she inevitably woke up with a cold but right now it was difficult to feel like this was a terrible thought. Nestled into a makeshift canopy with Regulus, partly kept up by branches of the tree behind them and party through magic, she barely noticed the chill in the air- although that might be due to the abundance of blankets and little magical fires they had put up. 

“This is a brilliant idea,” she said as she opened her thermos -technically her cousins’, but they hadn’t demanded it back yet- to fill up the two cups they had taken from the kitchens with tea. She looked up at him with a smile. “It reminds me of your birthday picnic.” 

@regulus-wil

[mary-whoisleft]

tell me more // mary & regulus

It’s not that Mary was stalking him or anything. It wasn’t like she was spending the whole dance sitting around waiting to catch glimpses of him. At the very least she hadn’t been searching him out the first time she happened to spot him out on the dance floor. But if she were being honest, the moment she saw Regulus with none other than Charity Burbage in his arms, she became immediately invested.

She had her own reasons to suspect there was a love interest in his life, and she had kept herself from bothering him about it even though it had been a mystery that had plagued her. But seeing the two of them together, seeing the way he was smiling at her, she was confident the mystery was solved.

And so, yes, she had been waiting for the right time to cut in and steal Regulus away for just a few moments. Which meant frequent glances around the room to spot where he was, only to decide that they were too wrapped up in their date to be interrupted. But finally Charity stepped away, possibly to get a drink or say hi to some of her friends, and Mary jumped on the chance. She was by Regulus’s side in a moment and a barely contained grin pushing its way onto her face probably gave away her intentions in a heartbeat.

“Hey there. I’m been trying to catch you all night but you’ve seemed rather... busy. Have time for one dance?”

@regulus-wil

[unspeakableshadow]

Despite the lengths their Dark Lord took in order to limit possibilities of jeopardizing their forces, names and faces of known Death Eaters swam silently among the group every so often. Ezra was quick to jot down everything within his memory especially the youthful smiles that entered their ranks. Though he kept his distance, he was aware of Regulus Blacks participation from a young age. Curiosity naturally pushed to the surface; how did the images they dealt with affect such a young members views on their mission? Ezra found only a deep dark pleasure in the activities he headed, but he would be naive to not admit others may not feel the same. “’Morning Regulus.” He looked up from the cup of coffee he was lazily stirring. “How’s the job hunt going?”

[cygnusblackthethird]

Despair and Threats

WHO: Cygnus Black and Bellatrix Black, Andromeda Black, Narcissa Black, and Regulus Black WHEN: January 14th, 1978. 5:45PM. WHERE: Cygnus Black’s chambers

The atmosphere was somber in Cygnus Black’s chambers as he awaited the arrival of his daughters and nephew. He had gone around yesterday to personally inform Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa that their presence was required, and he had sent Regulus an owl this morning. He would be leaving tomorrow, bright and early, and there was things that he needed to run by the younger members of his family. Reminders of family, of duty. Times were changing, and the Black family had been attacked. That would not stand, and he needed to remind them of what it meant to be apart of this family.

He glanced over the table, which was set neatly five plates. He’d informed the house elves that he wanted dinner served promptly at 6:15. He had told the children to arrive at 6. There was a knock against the doors of his chambers, and Cygnus plucked his cigarette from his lips so that he might be able to greet whomever it was that had arrived. He raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching slightly at the person who stepped inside. 

“You’re early.”

@forgottenandromeda @nrcissvblvck @adbellatrix @reg-ablack

[al-evanmulciber-blog]

;;Regular black snake

@rcgulusxarcturus

Evan knows two things without needing to dwell on them. One is when he’s being avoided and the other is the look of fear. Snape had been avoiding him, up until he sat across from him on the train.. but before that there was Regulus. He sacrificed himself for this kid, because the kid had potential. A dark potential to end up just like him, and he would see to it that the legacy of the snake wouldn’t be dwindled down to a harmless garden snake. No, some snakes needed venom. He’s sitting on the common room couch, eyes drawn to the figures that weave in and out of the room. Mulciber assumed he was doing a good job when his own house practically ran the fuck away the first chance they got. Some hustled quicker than others when he made eye contact. It caused him to cackle. Outstretching his hand he pours himself a glass of firewhiskey and hums outwardly. He’s starting to feel bored, which meant he had lists of people to play with. At least he could cross the mute girl from it now. Salazar smiled down at him when Regulus entered the room. A sly grin tugged the corner of his lips, as his baritone voice called out to the younger boy. ” Oi Regulus. Have you been avoiding me? Come drink with me.” Already testing the younger year right off the bat. Would he tell the truth?