#the dark mark

[aelia-posts]

It's post-jegulus dark mark break up, and Regulus starts transforming into his cat animagus almost nightly to escape the nightmare that is both his dreams and life.

One day he falls asleep in his wander around the halls and wakes up to find himself curled up next to a fire in James's lap. His immediate instinct is to leave. He doesn't deserve the affection. But the warmth warmed his bones in a way he hadn't been able to be since they broke up, and the cat mind had always been more selfish in it's deeds....

So he stays and just soaks in the warmth and affection he knows he doesn't deserve and will never have again, savouring every single moment.

Unkownst to Regulus, James knew it was him.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 7 - Death Eater

@wolfstarmicrofic November 7, word count 789

The dark mark burned under his skin. He balled his hands into fists and reluctantly answered his ‘Masters’ call. He’d had this fucking stain on his arm since he was seventeen. Dumbledore's great idea to get a spy into Voldemort’s Death Eater army. Sirius cursed the old man's name every day. He’d lost everyone he ever cared about to it. James, Effie, Monty, Peter, the girls and worst of all, Remus. 

He closed his eyes, quieting his mind, building up those impenetrable barriers as he readied himself. He apparated to where he’d been called to, landing at the gate to Malfoy Manor, the wrought iron gates opening silently to allow him access. 

He entered the manor, walking down the endless corridors and hallways until he walked into the ballroom. It was the largest and grandest room in the house and had been decked out lavishly for the Dark Lord. It made Sirius want to gag every time he entered it. 

They were waiting for him. Voldemort’s most trusted, circling their master, heads bent low in respect. He took his place beside Regulus and bowed his head. 

“You’re late,” Regulus hissed. 

“Fuck off,” he hissed back. 

“Welcome, my dear friends,” Voldemort declared loudly as he entered the room in a flourish of black robes. He’d waited for Sirius to arrive so he could make his grand entrance. “I have called you here to introduce you to our new member. He had proven himself many times over, working his way up from the very dregs of society and has more than earned his place among you.” He waved his arm towards the double doors that had remained open after his entrance. Sirius and the others turned as one to watch the newcomer enter the Malfoy ballroom. 

His hand shot out and clutched Regulus’s wrist, as he fought to control his features and force the cold mask back into place. “May I introduce you to, Mr Remus Lupin.” Voldemort declared, and Remus moved to his side, his gaze flicking over Sirius for barely a second before he took in the other faces in the crowd. 

Regulus wriggled his wrist, and Sirius immediately let go, composing himself finally. He had to be dreaming. This was his worst nightmare. “I expect you all to work together. He has hidden talents,” Sirius watched as the Death Eaters collectively stiffened as Remus let the golden eyes of Moony shine through his own, a wicked smile playing across his lips. He let out a playful growl, and Avery stumbled backwards. Voldemort opened his lipless mouth and let out that horrid, dry laugh of his. He clapped Remus on the shoulder and left the sheep to the wolf. 

Sirius felt his blood chill when Remus approached him and stopped before him. 

“Hello, Sirius.” Sirius felt his heart stop as he looked down at Remus’s left arm and saw the same stain embedded in his arm as was in Sirius’s. 

“Remus,” he said curtly, fighting for his life to keep his mask in place when all he wanted to do was shout and scream at the man he loved, because why on earth would Remus ever choose to become something he hated so much? 

Remus held out his hand for Sirius to shake, and Sirius took it. He felt the scrap of parchment move from Remus’s palm to his and surreptitiously slid it into his pocket. 

After a few minutes, Sirius excused himself and found somewhere to look at the note in private. 

‘There’s a spy in the Order. Meet me at the shack in an hour.

Your Moony.’

Sirius set the note alight, destroying all evidence that they had communicated. He returned to the ballroom and waited the obligatory amount of time before he could leave. It was more excruciating than ever before. He watched as Remus won over each Death Eater, even Bella was looking at him with less venom than she usually would. He waited until Remus left and waited another twenty minutes until he left, thanking Abraxas Malfoy for his hospitality. As soon as he was clear of the gates, he apparated to South London, then to the West coast and finally to the Scottish Highlands and walked the short distance to Hogsmeade under dark disillusionment charms, rendering him invisible to most onlookers.

The walk to the school took longer than he remembered, and the walk beneath the Whomping Willow even longer. Finally, he pushed the battered wooden door open to reveal Remus waiting for him in the middle of the dusty room. 

“Moony,” he whispered, as the emotions he’d pushed down during the meeting escaped with such force that it left him breathless. Remus opened his arms and Sirius stumbled into them. 

“Hi, Padfoot.” 

[goingghostagain]

You've heard of post prank Moonwater, now get ready for post mark Wolfstar

[emeriart]

The dark mark

[starlightsuffered]

The Mark

Info - puking, injury, comfort, harming self because of itching

Regulus lurched towards the chamber pot again. Black bile erupted from his throat. His already pale skin was now lighter than parchment. He had been vomiting so hard he couldn’t catch his breath which turned his lips blue.

I rubbed his back in slow circles. His hair was drenched in sweat but I’d still brushed it back and put an elastic in it so it wouldn’t get messy.

Finally, he withdrew from the chamber pot. His face was ghostly and he was taking deep breathes through his nose and out of his mouth. I knew he was attempting to fight off another wave of nausea.

Green orbs were red rimmed with tears. This was the first time I’d ever seen him cry.

I didn’t like the way he couldn’t stay still. His right hand kept darting towards his left forearm, then he would remember.

The black skull and snake were rimmed in scarlet. Sores filled with puss and rot had build up in a scale over the tattoo. Neither of us had known this mark would affect him like this.

“Why are you still here?” He asked in a small voice. His hands were shaking as he took the water from me. Water was all he could keep down at the moment. Crackers couldn’t even stay in his system.

I’d caught him trying to scrap off the itchy, painful welts with a knife. This had only caused blood and weeping liquid that stung him.

“Shhh Regulus, you know why I’m here,” I whispered.

He began to hack. He wanted so badly not to empty his stomach again. I knew the mark had caused poison to fester inside him.

“I deserve all this. It was my decision. It took me too long to realise what he was doing, I did switch sides fast enough,” he began to sob. He looked dizzy and off balance as his body shook.

“Come here,” I murmured. I pulled him close to me. He curled into my arms like a baby. He was weeping in my arms.

“You shouldn’t be so kind to me,” he said in a ragged voice.

“I love you, I’m here for every up and down,” I explained. I ran my hands through his damp curls.

“What you are doing is brave. I hope you can see that. I hope you didn’t do this to punish yourself. I know what you’re sacrificing for this,” I explained.

He nodded and sniffled. He had to realise he was forgiven. The order knew his true heart. He was a double agent and doing something that was incredibly difficult and courageous.

“Don’t tell anyone what taking the mark does to you,” he pleaded. “Can this just be a secret between you and me?”

“Of course my love. But there’s no shame. It is pure evil, it is corruption and wrong, it makes sense that it would break you don’t like this,” I told him.

“Th-thank you,” he trembled.

We fell into a silence I was happy for. Quiet meant he was not gagging or trying to scratch the skin off his arm. I realised after a while that his breathing had slowed. He was asleep for the first time since he’d taken the mark.

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[batransacon]

I hate fics where the other slytherins join the Death eaters so young (like during school) bc thats a regulus and Draco only thing. For regulus it was an honor and his biggest accomplishment, for Draco it was a punishment for his father. Maybe they had their own little mini death eater meet ups but none of them ever had the dark mark like those two. Voldemort doesn’t just give those out to children bsffr.

[corpseflowerisregulus]

Walburga: you've been trapped in that cave for an awful long time, so perhaps you have simply forgot what you've signed

Walburga: oh honestly, did you not read the dark death eater's policy, that defines you as the Dark Lord's property?

Walburga: that waivers your say in autonomy? The Dark Lord got you in lock and key.

Walburga: we put the "death" back in death eater

Walburga: if you're upset, you can rent an apology. We are a family forged in pure bloods

Walburga: no "money" in "mud blood", but there's "pure" in "pure blood"

[epsilonblack]

They said love should be soft—

but ours was stitched in sinew, in screaming.

In the gleam of your wand as it carved names into flesh.

Mine. Yours.

Ours.

You laughed as the world burned, ash clinging to your lashes like snow.

And I loved you for it— for the rot beneath your smile, for the graveyard blooming in your chest.

We kissed in crypts, made oaths with iron tongues, drank the dark like wine.

You said my name like a curse, and I said yours like prayer.

Let them scream.

Let them run.

Let them remember the boys who danced in blood, who loved with knives, who held hands in the gallows' shadow and smiled.

If death comes for you, I will follow— barefoot, bleeding, heart in my teeth.

And when they dig our graves, make them close— so I can rot with you, forever.