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Family

It’s a good thing Regulus has never watched a TV-Family nor has he spent much time with any family that might constitute as “normal” by anyone outside PureBlood Circles. Even still, Regulus understands that families love each other and generally care for each other.

And that is why, at the heart of things, Regulus truly believes if he were a better son, his parents would be better. He even believed, for a time, that if he had been able to be better, Sirius might have stayed (although this has evaporated, the thought is a well worn path in his head and he’s liable to fall back into it for other things)

These thoughts were what helped him move forward after so much family upheaval. He could sit up straighter, he could find a way to almost make eye contact--which was enough, he could enunciate better, learn finances... Of course it has never been enough but Regulus is still trying.

After all, if his family didn’t love him, they wouldn’t push him to be better (although push is a generally light term). Of course, many of the things being asked of him are against his personality or nature--but one day, maybe, he’ll be able to do those, too.

He tries less around Narcissa ( @missmvlfoy ) and her husband ( @purestpeacock ) because, simply, they haven’t demanded it of him and Lucius hasn’t ostracized him for protesting the various things Regulus refuses to do. Bellatrix ( @lestrangebtrix ) is something different all together--and Regulus wanted to imitate her throughout his late teens but now it is more of show, an attempt, and much like what he does with his parents.

Regulus stays where he is, putting a lot of effort into learning how to be the head of house, because he loves his family and, at the same time, he has comparatively fewer people outside of it.

Sirius ( @siriuscrionblack ) and Andromeda ( @ofandrcmedas ) are both complicated topics. While Regulus might begrudgingly admit that he still loves them, trust has been largely broken and he can’t imagine a time when he’d give them something important to do involving him or someone else he cared about. When he says, ‘I’d trust you to slit might throat’ he might mean, ‘You’ll hurt me again if I trust you even a little’

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"Paint Me"

I went another way. Still Accepting

Regulus is sixteen when he goes to visit his cousin and ends up with  her husband. There’s seven years between them but it feels more like two. Or twenty. Or the opposite as Regulus perches on one of the couches sipping tea and eyeing the other man. He is a man, after all, despite the shiny fabrics he chooses for his robes or the touches of lace.

Regulus has been told by classmates that wizard fashion is a few steps out of time–not always, not reasonably, but haphazardly. Looking at Lucius, Regulus is not sad over it. He wishes more of the muggle fashion world would stop seeping into their clothes. Its so much easier to… deal if things are black, blue, gray, and green. When Regulus Black goes to the robe shop, no one offers pastels (not that he’d ever want them), or deep pinks and purples (wouldn’t suite at all).

Even still, Regulus sits and watches and wants to touch–this strange purple and green iridescence that Lucius wears like it’s his due. Regulus’ mother would be appalled if he wore such a thing. His cousins would say…something. But Malfoy’s have always gotten away with being visibly eccentric the way Black’s have always gotten away with being socially eccentric.

“Well, come along.” Lucius says and Regulus doesn’t know better to say no –not yet. He wants this relation to like him, in a quiet desperate way that hasn’t yet been smothered. There has been enough loss and he doesn’t want to be the cause of more of it, following along is–reasonable. “I know what to do with you.”

Regulus blames Lucius later. Lucius and his ridiculously over the top vanity. Sitting and staring in abject confusion as Lucius layers creams and powders and swirls of color. Its like a dream, but not and its–

A house elf, one Regulus doesn’t know, pops into the room and says, “Mrs. Malfoy has returned.”

Lucius swans out. Regulus stares and sways on the seat, stares and waits.

Then washes it all off in the nearest bathroom, leaving smears of magical concealer and shimmering green all across the porcelain. When Lucius cries, “All my hard work!”

Regulus curls tight, “You made me into a joke!”

As though it was not, in some ways, a distorted picture of the man in front of him.

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