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Sunday Snippet

Thanks for the tag @narcissa-black-supermacy :) I woke up from a dream in a cold sweat to write this the other night:

“We should get you back down to the party,” Regulus said with a soft chuckle. “I’m sure you could find a girl willing to entertain you. Provided you stay out of the harsh lighting, of course.”

Evan swatted at Regulus and almost tipped over. The beer in his hand sloshed over onto the front of his robes. He stared down at the dampening fabric and grinned, then glanced back up at his companion.

“I don’t want any of those ridiculous, uptight bitches.” Evan said, shoving his finger against Regulus’ chest. “I want you.”

The heat rose to Regulus’ face and spread until it felt like his whole body was on fire. When he tried to respond he found that his mouth was completely dry. He swallowed and tried again. “I cannot give you what you’re looking for, though.”

“No?” Evan asked, eyebrows raised, propped up against the wall beside Regulus. “Why’s that?”

“I’m not a woman,” Regulus said, leaning his back against the wall, trying not to look directly at Evan. He was in enough trouble already without ceding eye contact to Evan.

Evan laughed and leaned forward, fumbling for Regulus. He forgot about the beer bottle in his hand and ended up pressing the cool, wet glass against Regulus’ crotch. He looked down and laughed again, softer; little gasps of mirth. “I’ve noticed."

Regulus inhaled sharply. His head was tilted up to the ceiling, away from Evan. The firelight cast his features in sharp relief and Evan had to hold himself back from licking, sucking, biting, and tearing at the softness of Regulus' skin, filled with an aching want. Hunger that knew no bounds.

“It’s wrong,” Regulus said softly.

Evan tossed the beer bottle aside and reached up to tilt Regulus’ head towards him. He grinned. “All the best things are.”

Tagging: @anemicc-royalty @artemisia-black

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

thank you so much for the ask!! 💖

Trials and Tribulations: it's mostly just angst, portraying Regulus in his sixth year after he's just become a death eater while he deals with a nasty potion addiction! it's a Regulus/Evan fic and i'm fairly early into it, only 7 chapters, around 15K words at the moment :-)

i currently only have the one fic posted, although i'm working on a one-shot for RAB fest that will be posted end of april which i absolutely cannot wait to share !

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Ooh I want to know more about "Me and Rosier Down by the Schoolyard"!

Inspired by one of my all time favorite Paul Simon songs: the basic premise of this fic is that Regulus' parents decide to send him away to Durmstrang for his final year of school to separate him from Evan Rosier, who they've decided has corrupted their sweet little boy. The fic opens with Walburga walking in on Regulus and Evan in an intimate moment. Regulus has to have a horribly uncomfortable conversation with his parents about it, during which the dark mark on his arm comes up:

“What is this, Regulus?” Walburga asked, still holding his wrist in a tight grip.

“It is Lord Voldemort’s mark,” Regulus said.

“I know what it is,” Walburga snapped. “Why do you have it?”

Regulus furrowed his brow and bit his tongue to stop himself from pointing out that she had asked what it was.

“So that he can summon me to his side when he has use for me,” Regulus said. He winced as his mother dug her nails in deeper.

“For Merlin's sake, is there anyone you won’t get on your knees for?” she asked in a shrill voice.

Regulus' eyes widened in shock. "I..."

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if you’re still accepting writing prompts, i’d lovee to read regulus’ first kiss 🥰

Absolutely :D

How to Snog a Girl: Practical Lessons on Finding and Securing an Appropriate Match

They were in their dorm late one night in their third year. Evan was sprawled out on the floor going on about some sixth year girl's arse. Evan was almost pathologically obsessed with girls' arses and Regulus didn't see the appeal, but he hummed in agreement all the same. He didn't want Evan to think he was strange or defective.

"I heard she got caught snogging Arjun Patel behind the greenhouses," Evan said wistfully. "I bet it was lovely. Her lips look so soft. I wonder what they feel like."

"Well," Regulus said, propping himself up on his elbows. "I doubt I'll ever find out."

Much to his chagrin, Evan started laughing. "Not if you go around saying things like that you won't! Nobody wants to snog a loser. You have to have confidence."

Regulus groaned. "That is precisely the problem," he said in a soft whine. "I haven't got any of that."

Evan grinned at him. "We'll get you some. Don't worry."

-

The summer after his third year was a dismal one. Sirius was at Potters' house for an entire month, and even when he was home he was constantly talking to Potter or writing to one of his other useless friends. For reasons that eluded Regulus, neither of their parents seemed keen to intervene. They allowed Sirius to do as he pleased, focusing all of their energy on Regulus instead. It was decidedly uncomfortable.

Over dinner one evening, his mother commented that he was getting older and asked him if he had thought about dating prospects. Regulus nearly choked on his roast lamb. "You should be making connections with the young ladies in your year," she instructed. "The well bred ones at any rate."

"I--Well--I'm. Working on it," he said weakly. "E-Evan is helping."

His mother gave him an odd look and his father frowned at him over the notebook he had been perusing. Regulus blushed, realizing that he had said something wrong, although he was not sure what. "Evan is good with girls," he muttered, ducking his head.

"You should not take advice from your competition," his mother said mildly. "I thought we raised you better than that."

"Right. Of course. Sorry."

"I can give you advice," Sirius said with a smirk. Regulus glared at him. "I can't get the ladies to leave me alone. And I have no interest in the type of girl you're liable to be courting, so there is no danger of competition."

He looked directly at their mother as he made the last statement, but she just nodded and said, "Good to see you taking your responsibilities as an older brother seriously for once, Sirius."

Sirius stared at her open-mouthed. If Regulus wasn't feeling utterly humiliated by the conversation (and equally confused by their mothers' reaction--or lack thereof) he might have laughed at Sirius.

-

Regulus couldn't be sure whether it was intentional or not, but Sirius' and Evan's advice was terrible, and all of Regulus' attempts to win the attention of his female classmates had failed miserably. He said as much to Evan in the winter of their fourth year.

"Are you sabotaging me on purpose?" he asked, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Evan rolled his eyes. "Why would I be doing that?"

"To get me out of the way, so you can have all the girls to yourself."

"If that's what I wanted, I would just leave you to your own devices. You do a fine job repelling the fairer sex without any assistance."

Regulus frowned. "Maybe that is just what you want me to think."

Evan sighed. "I assure you, I am not in the least bit worried you are going to steal anyone I fancy away from me."

Regulus huffed. "I might!"

"No. You won't."

"No," Regulus agreed with a sigh, flopping onto his back on his bed. "You are right, of course. I fuck it up every time."

Evan hopped onto Regulus' bed and laid on his stomach next to Regulus. "Your problem is that you're so bloody intimidated by them. If you did manage to get someone to snog you, you'd probably freeze up and die on the spot."

Regulus' frown deepened as he stared at the ceiling. "How do I fix that?"

The moment the words left his mouth, his head was pulled to the side and his lips were covered by a warm, wet sensation. Evan's hands cradled Regulus' head almost delicately as he snogged Regulus with alarming fervor. He was panting when he finally pulled away, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

"Wh-what?" was all Regulus could say, as he brought his hand up to his lips in a daze.

"See? Not scary at all, is it?"

Regulus nodded silently, although privately he felt that this was the most terrifying thing to ever happen to him.

-

Regulus thought that he might finally understand the appeal of a girl's arse as he watched Tilly Mayfield dive into the Black Lake in just her panties and a t-shirt the night after their last O.W.L. exam. He had hardly spoken to her in the five years they'd been at Hogwarts together, but that likely worked in his favour. Nothing good came of opening his mouth. He took a sip from the bottle of Firewhiskey Evan had given him and sat down at the edge of the pier, dangling his legs in the water.

After what felt like an eternity, he was rewarded by Tilly swimming up next to him. "Aren't you going to swim?" she asked.

Regulus shook his head. "No, thank you. I have seen what the lake water looks like. And what lives in it. This is risky enough, but I would rather just scrub my legs than scour my whole body."

Tilly giggled. It was dark and Regulus couldn't see her face clearly, but it didn't sound like she was mocking him. "You're funny," she said.

Regulus took another sip of Firewhiskey and didn't say anything. He had learned that it was wiser to let a girl do most of the talking and only chime in occasionally with enthusiastic agreement. Girls needed a great deal of validation and they were shockingly incapable of handling differing opinions, but they could hardly be blamed for that, Regulus supposed. They just weren't made of the same stuff as men.

Tilly chatted about some inane thing or another, then reached over to grab the Firewhiskey out of his hands and take a sip. She carefully placed it back on the pier before grabbing Regulus' arms and pulling him into the water.

"What the fuck!" Regulus shouted indignantly.

Tilly giggled again and put her hands on his shoulder. "Don't worry," she said. "I'll help you get clean afterwards."

Then she leaned forward and kissed him. Regulus was distracted by the shock of the cold water and panic about all the creatures and contaminants held within, and his mind was buzzing from the Firewhiskey, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant.

"I do not mean to be rude," he murmured as she pulled away. "But I would very much like to get out of the lake."

"Mmkay," she responded, hauling herself up onto the pier. Even in this horribly uncomfortable state, Regulus had to admit that he definitely saw the appeal of her arse. She offered him a hand to help him up. "Can I tell you something?"

"Is it an apology for dragging me into this cesspool?"

"No. Well. Yes, I am sorry about that. But no. I was going to say that you're the first person I ever kissed. It was a lot nicer than I expected."

Regulus smiled slightly. He grabbed the bottle of Firewhiskey and took a long drink before offering it to her. "You're the first girl I ever kissed," he admitted. "Although I have to say, I wasn't expecting it to be quite so wet. And cold. And filthy."

"Yeah," Tilly replied, sounding a bit sheepish. "Cold isn't ideal is it? Sorry. I'll make it up to you?"

"I should hope so."

-

They were in the library studying for their N.E.W.T.s. Or rather, Regulus was studying for his N.E.W.T.s. Evan was flipping aimlessly through a text book and groaning loudly every few minutes.

"Will you knock it off?" Regulus asked.

"I cannot, Reg," Evan moaned. "I am heartbroken."

Regulus sighed and rolled his eyes. Tilly Mayfield had broken up with Evan a fortnight ago, and Evan had not shut up about it since. Regulus had never told Evan about his night by the lake with Tilly, and so it really wasn't fair to hold it against him, but Regulus couldn't help but feel annoyed all the same when they got together. Perhaps his mother had been right about competition. "You were barely together two months. I think you will live."

"I think I shall die," Evan declared. "I shall never know joy again."

Regulus pushed aside his notes in frustration. "You are being ridiculous ."

"You are being ridiculous! Expecting me to care about exams when I am distraught."

"I am not expecting you to care about exams. It does not matter to me if you fail all your N.E.W.T.s. I am simply expecting you to let me revise in peace."

"Heartless," Evan muttered.

"Mm."

Evan glanced around the library. "We should go somewhere else," he said.

"Why?"

"So you can comfort me properly. I am lonely, Reg."

Regulus felt his face flush. He wanted to tell Evan no, wanted to say he was tired of 'comforting' his mate any time he felt rejected by some dim witted girl. He tried very hard to make his mouth say the words.

"Yes, alright," he said with a sigh. "If it will shut you up."

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Every Other Freckle

Chapter 7: Where You Need to Be

Voldemort had moved on to Barty, apparently satisfied with the dissemination he had wrought upon Regulus and Evan. “You must be the Crouch boy. I have heard glowing reports about you.”

Barty, eyes sparkling with delight and face flushed with excitement, bowed at the waist. Regulus was surprised he did not kneel, or perhaps prostrate himself on the ground in front of Voldemort. “Thank you, my Lord. I hope I can live up to them.”

“I hope so too,” Voldemort said. Then he turned and walked back toward the tavern. “Come. We have important matters to discuss.”

Chapter 8: Mine

Evan whipped his head around to look at Regulus. “What?”

“Well, er…why exactly is it so awful for me to marry Lena?”

“Oh, I knew it, I knew you were going to go along with it, I knew —”

“No, no,” Regulus hurried to clarify. “I know why it is awful for me. I do not like your sister. I do not want to marry your sister. I would be miserable married to your sister. I am asking why you think it is awful.”

Evan gave him a baffled look. “Because you’re mine.”

“Right,” Regulus said, a little breathless. “And—you’re mine?”

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hii leo! tell me about some of your Evan Rosier headcannon’s pleasee 🖤 (bonus points for some RosierNoir hc’s)

Hello :D Oh perfect, I was just reading the snippet I wrote a while back from the Evan-centric fic I've been imagining in my head and barely writing at all.

Evan Rosier:

In every universe I hold in my head, Evan is possessively obsessed with Regulus.

He's kind of a dick to Regulus on a regular basis (he's kind of a dick to everyone at all times) but he would gladly kill anyone who so much as looked at Regulus funny without hesitation.

Evan is intense in everything that he does.

This vine encapsulates the dynamic I imagine between Evan and Regulus:

I pee myself laughing every time I watch that vine. Top notch. Anyway, our far more reserved Regulus is consistently alarmed by the intensity that Evan brings to the table.

Regulus is the only person who can reliably reign in Evan's impulsivity and homicidal intent.

Evan is a true believer, a Voldemort fanatic. He fancies himself a hero, selflessly fighting for a better world for his pureblood brethren.

It's not really that selfless though, because Evan loves the thrill of the fight. He's bloodthirsty and restless and thrives on the battlefield. It doesn't take any convincing to get him to join the Death Eaters as soon as he possibly can.

I hc that the Rosier that is among Voldemort's original followers is Evan's father, so following Voldemort is ingrained in him from birth, essentially.

Evan has done some genuinely horrendous and twisted things and he doesn't lose sleep over any of it. Nasty mudbloods deserved it.

He's blatantly and unapologetically sexist. Thinks it's ridiculous Bellatrix is allowed to join the Death Eaters when she ought to be at home birthing children for the cause. His eye twitches with rage when he is reminded that she outranks him.

He takes Regulus' betrayal of Voldemort very personally.

It is very much in character for him to go down fighting rather than go to Azkaban, but also by the time he dies he truly has nothing left to lose. He gave everything for Voldemort only to live to see Voldemort defeated and his followers hunted. RIP.

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Fanfic Ask Game, F, if you haven't had it yet! And D for Every Other Freckle, if you have time/if F has been done. Thank you! :)

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Ok, so this is hard because I consider dialogue to be one of my strengths and I'm proud of quite a bit of dialogue I've written. But I'll pick a snippet from Chapter 6 of EoF:

“His ideas are mad. He wants to burn everything to the ground, and that just is not reasonable, Evan, it is not. Centuries worth of tradition should not be done away with on a whim, just because some poor bastard hates his father. Speaking of which,” Regulus said, glancing over at Evan. “If a man is not loyal to his family, who can you trust him to be loyal to? I would not put my faith in him.”

“You think he should be loyal to his father?” Evan asked incredulously. “His father? You think he should be a good little Ministry worker like his father wants?”

Regulus shrugged. “I am saying that you cannot trust a man with a father like that. Either he is more aligned with his family than he lets on or he is a traitor to the people who raised him.”

“You ought to know not all family is worth being loyal to.”

Regulus gave Evan a strange look. “No. I know no such thing. I am not the one who was disloyal.”

“And if your brother had not left, you would have done as he says, would you? Made new friends like he warned you to?”

“Of course not,” Regulus said sharply. “I would not threaten to assassinate him, though.”

“What if he deserved it?” Evan asked, staring at Regulus.

Regulus felt a shiver go up his spine. “Of course he would deserve it,” he said. “That is neither here nor there. He is blood. That is supposed to mean something.”

It's a very meaning laden conversation and a moment where Regulus is starting to think "hmm, maybe Evan is taking this a bit too far.”

So, Evan has already been pushing Regulus to defy his parents. That's a point of contention between them. Regulus is defending his choice to stay loyal to his parents by disparaging Barty. And Evan's the one who brings up Sirius, but there's definitely bitterness towards Sirius in Regulus' comment that you can't trust a man who isn't loyal to his family. And Evan's idea that you can discard family if they suck is not appealing to Regulus because of Sirius. He does not want to discard Sirius. He still considers Sirius family, even if he knows he's not supposed to. He is blood. That is supposed to mean something.

Then there's the idea of priorities: the cause and your ideals vs your loved ones. Regulus cares about the cause, he is aligned with Evan in terms of ideals, but he is always going to put the life and wellbeing of his family and loved ones above politics. And Evan is giving the distinct impression that for him ideals come before loved ones. Which is important later, when Regulus decides against telling Evan that he plans to leave Voldemort. From MfS:

When he had formulated his plan to betray the Dark Lord, Regulus had considered trying to convince Evan to disappear with him, but it would not have worked and he knew it. Evan would never have agreed to slum it with the muggles, not for Regulus nor anyone else.

Evan is communicating that ideals are more important than family and in Regulus' mind, if Evan wouldn't put his family above the cause he certainly wouldn't put Regulus above it. So he doesn't bother trying to take Evan with him.

And of course, the subtle threat against Sirius is alarming. At the end of EoF Regulus is afraid of Evan for the first time because if Evan is willing to kill someone Regulus cares about, someone Regulus intended to make family, then what lines won't he cross? It's similar to what Voldemort attempting to kill Kreacher represents to Regulus. Kreacher is an extension of family in Regulus' mind and if Voldemort doesn't gaf about the life of Regulus' elf, will he gaf about the life of Regulus' parents?

Hope isn't blood and neither is Kreacher, but Sirius is. And Regulus can try to convince himself that Evan isn't being serious (heh) about wanting to kill him but, well...Evan does not have qualms about harming members of Regulus' immediate family. Which will be apparent in the sequel 🤫

D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with Every Other Freckle?

Well it feels like cheating to just say Every Other Freckle

So I made a whole playlist:

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Every Other Freckle

Regulus Black/Evan Rosier: After a decade of being everything to each other, Regulus and Evan have their loyalty tested as tensions rise in their final year of Hogwarts.

Chapter 1: My Regulus

“Will you stop talking about snogging my sister for Merlin's sake? I mean really,” Evan said, his tone shifting as he leaned forward to whisper in Regulus’ ear. “Is that the image you want in my mind when I look at you, Reg?”

“Would it matter?” Regulus asked in a low voice. “You hardly look at me at all these days.”

Chapter 2: Incredible

Bartemius Crouch Jr. sat across the library table from Regulus and stared at him intently, his arms crossed over his wiry frame and a menacing smile playing at his lips. Regulus looked at him with disgust and apprehension. “Does it have to be Crouch?” Regulus asked.

“Oh, don’t be like that, Black,” Barty said, his smile widening. “We’re all mates here, right?”

Many thanks @anemicc-royalty for being my alpha/beta reader and helping me sort through my ideas! 💚

Mind the tags and warnings. I'll be posting two chapters every other Friday.