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[lulublack90]

Prompt 16 - Thread

@jegulus-microfic April 16, Word count 270

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Turning with the cat that was Regulus, still lying across his shoulders, James took in the collection of animals waiting for them to notice them. 

“Wow,” he gasped as he beheld the dazzling white unicorn, standing with her head lifted high. The long twisted horn glinted in the moonlight. The unicorn fit Pandora perfectly. Ethereal and mystical. A small furred animal thread its way through her legs. An Arctic fox, its white fur dull beside the brilliance of Pandora's unicorn hair. 

“Is the fox Evan?” Sirius asked. 

“I think so,” James replied. The fox let out an odd sound. A cross between a laugh and a bark before leaping onto Pandora's back and sitting there happily. 

A flash of bright light drew James’s attention to a branch on one of the trees lining the clearing. A Phoenix stared down at him, it almost seemed to be smirking at him. Regulus meowed softly into his ear. Dorcas flapped her fiery wings before carefully folding them behind her.

“So if the unicorn is Pandora, the fox is Evan, the phoenix is Dorcas,” Remus listed off his fingers. “Then where’s Barty?” 

Wizard and animagus alike looked around the tree line for the missing animagus. James heard that annoyed chittering sound again and looked down at the grass. There in the middle of the clearing sat a tiny chipmunk. 

“Aww, he’s adorable,” Sirius cooed, bending down to pick the chipmunk up.

“Er, Pads, that might not be the best…” James tried to warn him. 

“Ouch!” Sirius yelped. “Why you little!” Suddenly, the black bear-sized dog appeared, and the little chipmunk ran for its life. 

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[impcrios]

@rest1essly

where : bonfire .

regulus had never been able to give up smoking, a commoner trait, he though of his father saying in the back of his head, but he put the cigarette in between his mouth and lit it with his wand. it was quiet here, his parents somewhere else, while he loved them, he needed to be away from them, his eyes always searching out for sirius. he looks to his other side and sees remus, his armour tightens, and he breathes deep, "what do you want lupin?" he asks.

[battle-scvrs]

An owl had arrived early that morning with a time and a location for Regulus to meet one of his assigned protectors, which Reg had promptly burned. He was curious to know whether Edgar had been able to meet his request for any assigned protectors to be pureblooded, otherwise he was going to have to start thinking quickly a reason as to why he would be seen with them. He needed to speak to the auror again and see what kind of assurances he was putting in place to ensure that these protectors wouldn't turn around and betray Reg for the right price, as he was placing his life into these unknown hands.

Apparating into the back room at the Hogs Head, Regulus was grateful to see he was there first. A grubby looking pint of undisclosed beer was waiting for him, and Reg cast a few detection spells to ensure it wasn't poisoned before taking a sip with a grimace. He heard footsteps heading up the stairs before he saw the man, and as soon as James Potter rounded the corner Regulus immediately stood up. "No. No, no, no. This is not happening. This is not happening." @jamesffleamont

[bcrtiesjr]

" did you hear that? i sound like a bloody zombie, " he complains, his voice dripping with annoyance. his brow immediately furrows as the recording is leaked. he hadn’t intended to go into details, nor did he want to mention anything about it, but the thing was, he’d been with regulus at the time of the broadcast, and with him, he could afford to be a little more... open. the grimace on his lips lingers as he rubs his hands over his face, as if trying to shake off a nightmare. with a frustrated huff, he reaches out and takes regulus’s hand. " forget it. i won’t let that keep bothering me, " he says, his tone surprisingly sincere, a clear honesty reflected in his voice. " i’ve prepared something. " he adds, his thumb gently stroking regulus's wrist. " you know, to make up for the disaster the other day— " a forced smile flickers on his face, though it’s clear he can’t quite manage a genuine one when the memories are so bitter. " close your eyes, " he requests, his voice softening as he does the same, and within three seconds, they’re standing on the island of mykonos. the warm sun and crystal-clear blue waters immediately overshadow the cold remnants of war left behind in the united kingdom. " i did think about france, but... well, it was a bit too clichéd, and besides, you’d probably be showing off your french all the bloody time—so annoying, " he teases, a sly smile curving the corners of his lips.

ft. 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 ( @impcrios ) 📍 BARTY'S FLAT

[edgcrmb]

returning to that house stirred up a dangerous mix of emotions. a whirlpool of sensations tightened in the pit of his stomach, so intense it nearly made him feel ill. but he knew his mission there was of the utmost importance. and that, under no circumstances, should anyone in the order find out. his fingers trailed along the dark, familiar walls as he moved through the old corridors, a smile occasionally flickering on his lips whenever a flash of memory surfaced. " i always thought they could’ve done a bit more with the tapestry... never liked this colour, " he remarked, making his presence known, leaning casually against the doorframe. his gaze fell on regulus, and a lump caught in his throat. " alright, reg? " he asked, raising an eyebrow. " kreacher let me in, of course. i suppose i still have some pure-blood privileges around here, " he added with a hint of sarcasm, the words leaving a dry taste in his mouth. he needed to know how regulus was after that disastrous event. although, truth be told, he wasn’t sure if he feared more for his well-being or for the growing reality of his suspicions. " don’t worry, i won’t be here long. "

ft. 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 ( @impcrios ) 📍 GRIMMAULD PLACE

[treachrus]

Closed starter for @impcrios (regulus)

Severus nursed the same flute of champagne all evening. He was less interested in getting drunk at such events and more interested in making connections and digging up secrets. Keen eyes scanned the room, weighing the response to the Minister’s speech. Filing away names, faces, odd reactions. His eyes fell upon a familiar figure in the distance. Regulus made his way through the crowd with the haughty tilt expected of a Black, well dressed and superior, with the newly acquired family ring gleaming in the bright lights. Severus suppressed a smile as he approached. Even from afar, Regulus looked desperately unhappy to be here. 

“ Lord Black, ” Severus greeted. “ So good of you to grace these wretched halls with your presence. We are all ever so grateful to set our unworthy eyes upon your Lordship. How can we express the true depth of our gratitude? An impossible task! ”

[thefvrious]

@atrickrtreat sent 🎲 and got -> a tentative kiss.

It had been a few days since he had seen her last, and they hadn't left things on the greatest terms. They were having trouble seeing eye-to-eye, but Regulus hoped beyond hope that they would be able to resolve this rift that was growing between them. That's why he was hesitant before leaning in to kiss her in greeting. "Are we okay?"

[sonchiildren]

@regulus-regent con’t {☆}

"Oh, not much."

Oh ho ho ho, he could tell his father was tense now. Did he REALLY think that glare was going to work? It rarely ever stopped the youngster in his path — only ever in serious circumstances did it. This was not going to be one of those.

His own tail swishing away at the end, an easy indication about his mood. He was about to be an absolute menace to his father right now and tease him. Did he really think he'd escape this? Oh, not by a long shot but the attempt was valiant.

"Juuuuuust — "

" — was curious since you two seem to be getting close enough to start thinking of smooching it up~"

[warfollows]

WHO: Bellatrix Lestrange & Regulus Black ( @inferidrowned ) WHERE: Grimmuald Place WHEN: Afternoon

The family expectations had always included keeping eyes on the younger kids, and even now, with them grown enough to keep themselves in order -- she couldn't turn it off. Did that mean she had to drop in on them without warning? Probably not... but was that going to stop her? Absolutely not. She'd show up as much as she needed to if he didn't fancy leaving his metaphorical four walls.

The pop of apparition echoed around the home, and if she had to gamble, he knew she was there, but she didn't set out looking for him. Instead, she moves with her arms full of bags into the dining area. She begins unpacking the chaos, unsure of what exactly she's got packed away. "Oi, Reg. I've come to bring you all the good snacks that the house elves made. Get your arse down here."

[fcrox]

who: @thelionshrt where: malfoy wedding, royal botanic garden when: after the ceremony

The ceremony had been beautiful. Honestly, it was everything she had ever envisioned an event like this could have been. Every now and then throughout the whole thing she'd glanced toward Regulus, curious to see his reaction yet been unable to make out much. If there was one thing that could be said, it was that the guest list was length and the witch not seated too far in the front to make out much beyond what was important. Still, it had been stunning.

Before long the event had ended, moving on into the reception afterwards. Perhaps the better part of the two, simply because it was a most wonderful mix of celebration and well wishes. At some point her attention had drifted, instead focusing on finding Regulus. His involvement in the wedding party had, at times, put them at entirely different ends of the ceremony and celebration. Now that it was time to mingle things seemed easier, and before long the witch had spotted him.

"It was a rather beautiful ceremony, wasn't it?" Estelle turned toward the other once she'd caught. "Apart from that person behind me. It was a bit distracting to have someone humming the whole time. Ruined the musical arrangement. Who hums at a wedding!"

[corvusalas]

who: @pxint-it-blxck where: st.mungo's

Life at St.Mungo's had almost become normal over the past few months. Here and there a case would stick out but the amount of war-based injuries was going down. There was nothing that could have ever allowed her to remotely feel at ease the way she had before hell broke loose, but it certainly was a step in the right direction.

Selma had been in the middle of sorting her equipment when the knock of one of the medi-assistants announced that one of the few, yet increasing number of appointments she took had arrived. The former Ravenclaw wasted no time, letting them know to send them in without delay before her attention drifted to the chart on her desk.

No matter how she twisted and turned things, there were things she felt like she was missing. Whether it be information or knowledge; one leading to the other. Selma was nothing if not determined, almost burning with a need to help the patient in question live life the way he deserved. Quick flick of the wand and the quill began to take notes on a pad on her desk. That would do for now.

Selma finally turned to face him, feeling in part almost rude for having taken her time before giving the other the attention they deserved. "Mr Black, welcome." The blonde managed a polite smile as she reached for the chart. Whatever little information had been given, it always seemed to make more sense to ask the person in question directly. "We'll move over there in a moment," she paused, pointing toward some of the equipment. "but I do have some questions regarding some things before we get started on that. If you don't mind?"

[impcrios]

@bcrtiesjr

being on the second to last level was not for the faint of heart, and regulus never much traveled to any other level not having need to, but today was different. he had hoped that barty would be easy to find, but his nerves were frayed but did not show it. his hands were stuck to his side, his posture too straight to be relaxed as he found his way to barty's office. he had cleared his throat gently and looked at him. he just stared for a moment, wanting a second to not make himself known before stepping in place. "barty," his voice is gentle in a way that it's usually not. it had been a while since they had seen each other, sometimes regulus would write owls to him to keep him updated, they had been best friends once, and regulus still had thought that but it was apparent that things were different now. "could i bother you for lunch?" with his father being dead he was seeking out comfort, but didn't know where to find it.

[battle-scvrs]

Regulus had hardly expected a response to his owl at all, never mind a positive response. He wouldn't have blamed Andromeda if she'd ignored him; Merlin only knew he'd treated her poorly in the past. His recent experiences had driven him to write a letter, and now he was expecting his estranged cousin at his home. He'd been pacing around his living room nervously for a while, wondering if she would actually show up and then wondering what he would say to her if she did. It'd been a long, long time since he'd been fully honest with someone, and he knew the danger that it put himself in. The feelings of discontentment and unhappiness had been building for a while, maybe even for years, and Regulus had finally been pushed to breaking point. The sound of a knock at the door broke Reg out of his musing, and with shaking hands he opened the front door. "You came...Here, come in out of the cold," he said, gesturing through to his living room. "Can I get you something to drink?" @tonksxandromeda

[bcrtiesjr]

the celebration couldn’t have mattered less to him. as always, he was there to make an appearance on behalf of the ministry. he was aware that something had been planned for the evening, but his mind was elsewhere. because when regulus was in the same room as him, barty couldn’t bring himself to think of anything—or anyone—else. leaning casually against the wall, his left arm resting against it, he held a glass of liquor in his right hand. “ third—maybe fourth—firewhisky, and i reckon you’re starting to look vaguely attractive, ” he quipped, a half-smirk curling his lips. “ one more, and i might just snog you senseless. ” at the very least, he had the good manners to keep his voice low—just enough for the other wizard to hear. for now.

ft. 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 (@impcrios ) 📍 ST. MUNGO

[drysauce]

lack of gacha luck (pun intended) strikes again 😔

[younggodsx]

( @ofregulusblack — )

she descends the stairs in the entrance hall of the school with steady footsteps, hand on the bannister — it was old, dark wood, original to the house. this was the manor in which their grandparents had lived, once upon a time, before they died. she had kept many of the original features when she established a school there — except for the artifacts that were likely to curse someone, or make the students of less-than-pure blood uncomfortable. her brow raises when she reaches the hall and sees who awaits her there.

"cousin," she greets, slightly stilted. "when they told me that i had a visitor, i didn't expect it to be you." that was the truth. she hasn't seen regulus for some time now. they had started walking down different paths — he was a fanatic of the dark lord, she knew that much. but she was also his cousin, and... he had always been her favourite, if she was being honest with herself. she adored little regulus from the very moment that he was born. black's put each other first, and narcissa has always loved her family above all else, no matter what side of the war they are on. "i've heard that the english aurors are working themselves into quite a tizzy, looking for you. may i ask what brings you to my doors?"