#regulus black can’t swim

[b4rty-r0s13r-w1ll-fck-y0ur-m0m]

Regulus is NOT a deep sleeper. It could be 2am in the morning but he will bolt straight up if he hears you mention his name in passing.

This is because when he lived with his parents he used to wake up at 3am every morning to study because he was scared of failing

[s0ny2k8]

anyone else think that Draco and Regulus are kinda parallels or just me?

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

FUN FACT!

If you go to the emoji section on your keyboard and search for “wave”, you will find Regulus Black just chilling there!

[prettygirls4graves]

I am OBSESSED with the idea of a regulus fic/au inspired by the story of the lady of shalott (particularly Tennyson’s 1832 poem)

• reg being elaine, trapped away by his family and confirming to their ideals yet being content with his life and decisions (similar to how elaine in the poem stays in her tower weaving)

• pandora (going with the seer hc) possibly representing elaine’s mirror, warning reg of the future she sees for him yet unable to discern the truth until it is far too late

• james being the lancelot of the story, regulus’ love for him sending him down a different path as he descends out to ruin the dark lord in the process

• ultimately, reg dies drowning in his quest of rebellion; the curse pandora warned him about finally coming upon him

[a-great-tragedy]

The idea that Regulus can’t swim is hilarious to me, because you’re telling me his rich fucking parents couldn’t get SOMEONE to teach him how to swim??

Or the alternative to this, they did get someone, Reggie was just a stubborn little shit. Either way, it’s weirdly funny to me.

[crymeacriver]

Spoiler alert for only the brave even though I think I’m the last one on this train: today at work on my break I decided to get back to reading this because I had stopped for a while bc I was too upset about it all, what happens in the chapter I read ? Oh nothing much ! Just olive dying ! And then THE break up like a chapter or so later. What the hell guys? I cannot take this.

[moonydoodlez]

rip regulus black you would've loved kiddie pools

[madamewalburga]

Regulus: If Sirius and I were drowning and you could only save one who would you choose, Mama?

Walburga: Do you not know how to swim?

Sirius: We’re 6 and 4.

Walburga: And still can’t swim?

Sirius: It’s just a hypothetical question, Mama.

Walburga: My time and effort.

[ebbes-art]

[ch0k3herwithaseaview]

that’s what regulus tell himself

the human body is about 60% water and large bodies of water know it, its why they welcome you so willingly like a loved one returning home

[b4rty-r0s13r-w1ll-fck-y0ur-m0m]

When Starchaser got together and James found out that Reg had never watched a movie before, he assembled a collection of all the best movies at the time, including a load of children's movies, and they watched them throughout the term.

[s0ny2k8]

When ur card declines in therapy so they pull up this pic:

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

Was on my paddleboard earlier today, and my mom and little brother was on another. I love my paddleboard, especially since it’s name is Lily, it says on the back of it <3

But I just realised something. The name of our other paddleboard, the one my brother and mom use, is Black.

Lily and Black.

And I thought to myself “Well, at least Lily’s love protects me, but depending on which Black brother the other board is, they will either just see a star or something like that or… drown. Hehe. Should I warn them?”

I didn’t warn them. They’re uneducated fools anyways so they wouldn’t understand. THE POINT IS I just realised how often every day I just casually roast Regulus Black in my head… or say a Sirius/Serious joke… bro I am doomed aren’t I?

[my-castles-crumbling]

drown - @rosekillermicrofic - cw: barty jokes about drowning himself but it's a joke - word count: 322

It wasn’t until they were already down at the Black Lake, Evan, Dorcas and Pandora diving gracefully in the water, that Barty, who was sitting on the dock with Regulus, realized: Evan usually didn’t take his shirt off when they went swimming.

He’d never thought about it before. They’d been going down to the lake for six years now, playing Chicken and splashing around in rare moments of carefree joy, and he’d just never thought about it.

Maybe it was because he’d seen Evan shirtless before. Around the dorm, while he was changing, or after he showered. Maybe it was because last year, his brain hadn’t been regularly betraying him. He hadn’t been getting strange dreams about his best friend with less clothes on than was friendly, and he hadn’t been relentlessly wondering how Evan’s lips would feel on his.

But either way.

Now he noticed.

Because Evan Rosier, lifting himself out of the water, chest covered in sparkling droplets and smile nearly glowing in the sun…

Well, it sent Barty into an all-out, certified gay panic. 

“Reg. Reg, Reggie, Regulus!” He hissed, swatting his hands toward Regulus and earning an annoyed hit back. 

“What, Barty?”

“You don’t know how to swim, right? Fucking teach me how to drown.”

Regulus gave him an irritated look. “What the fuck do you mean?”

“I can’t handle this. Push me under and don’t let me back up,” he whined, looking over to where Evan was running and jumping in again, groaning at the way the other boy’s thigh muscles were flexing.

Regulus quickly caught on. “Oh hell no. You have to deal with the same torture as I did when you refused to push me off my broom during the last Gryffindor-Slytherin game,” he chuckled, turning back to the book he was reading. “Now go swim, and do try to act like a functioning human.”

“You’re a shit friend,” Barty groaned.

“Takes one to know one.”

[heaven4lostgirls]

prompt: swim || @moonwater-microfic || word count: 598

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“you’re going to have to get in at some point” remus points out as he wades through the shallow waves that bump softly against his hips.

regulus stands on the dry shore of the lake, clad in short black swim trunks that have remus thinking of the many sinful things he could be doing to his lovely boyfriend instead of this.

“i don’t want to” regulus says, crossing his arms.

remus trails his eyes from the basically nonexistent shorts, up pale skin towards regulus’ stormy gaze.

“well you don’t have a choice, you’re going to have to learn to swim one way or another” remus says with what he hopes is a comforting smile.

he’s been trying to get regulus into the water for the past half hour, hoping to teach the younger boy to swim before their end of year vacation to the coast.

james and sirius had planned it, and whilst they were aware that sirius did not know how to swim, he usually preferred tanning (read: burning) on the shore.

whilst regulus stayed awfully quiet about his lack of skill within bodies of water, thus bringing them to their current predicament.

remus refuses to let regulus go on the trip without at least teaching him to float.

regulus however, is as stubborn as they come and refuses help.

“i’m not letting you get in that car next week unless you get into the water love” remus calls back and he watches as regulus’ expression settles into a scathing glare.

remus would have been worried if he didn’t know regulus as well as he knew the back of his hand.

he knows he’s scared, terrified for a reason that remus can’t seem to fathom.

“i’m coming out” remus says and he watches as regulus’ form tenses as remus wades back in to make the short walk towards the smaller boy.

“don’t make me” regulus whispers as remus comes to a stop in front of the younger boy.

“i would never” remus quickly promises, “but you do know i won’t apologize for caring , i’m not letting you go to the coast where your idiot of a brother will dare you to get into the water when you don’t know how to swim” remus says sternly.

“you’d save me though!” regulus says petulantly and remus huffs a sigh.

“that’s not the point, and you know it” he argues and regulus’ form goes slack all at once as he leans against the scarred boy.

“i’m scared of drowning” he mumbles into remus’ chest as the sandy-haired boy wraps his arms around pale skin, thoughtfully rubbing calming circles onto sun warmed skin.

“nothing is going to happen to you as long as i’m there” remus whispers back as he places a small kiss onto regulus’ temple.

regulus only hums, “i have dreams…of drowning.”

remus frowns, “you mean your nightmares?”

he feels dark curls tickle his chest as regulus nods without saying anything.

“we don’t have to do this today, we can still go to the coast, as long as you promise you won’t let your stubbornness put your safety at risk” remus says, achingly affectionate as he tugs regulus’ face out of his chest.

regulus scrunches his nose, “no, it’s nice outside. i just wanted you to know i wasn’t trying to be a brat”

remus’ lips tip up to the side, “you’re always a brat, i just know you better than you think i do”

they share a small smile as regulus lets remus lead him slowly towards the edge of the shoreline.

[empress-simps]

Line That Leads To You

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem! Reader AU: Soulmate AU CW: Language, Genre: Angst with a happy ending (don't worry guys) Summary: You make Sirius realize that having a soulmate isn’t all that bad— that he too, will have his happily ever after.

Note: One of my favorite tropes to write, soulmate AUs! Sirius just needs love and affirmation. I love writing for this! Enjoy! Picture is from pinterest, credits to the owner!

You know, Sirius never really believed in those pesky soulmates stuff. It irks him to no end, and makes his head hurt.

The topic makes him snappy, bitter, and it leaves him feeling angry. To whom? The world— the one who’s responsible for everything that has to do with soulmates. He thinks it is a bunch of bollocks. It’s a pathetic little concept that everyone seems to be too invested in.

Sirius would be very much happy to tell you it doesn’t really end with a happily-ever-after.

“I’m telling you, Prongs. It’s just a bunch of crap.” Sirius tells James one time at the drawing room in the Potter Manor. James shakes his head, disagreeing with his best mate.

“It isn’t always like Walburga and Orion, Pads.” James gently tells him, eyes swimming with empathy for Sirius. “Just look at me, Lily and I are together, finally.” Sirius can’t help but scoff, shaking his head in a disagreeing manner.

“That’s because you were already pathetically in love with her before you even knew she was the one, Prongs. Same thing for Lily, but she was quite stubborn trying to deny what she felt about you. You guys are actually made for each other.” James lets out a laugh, the memories resurfacing making a love-struck smile appear on his face (Sirius gave him a disgusted look)

“That’s what soulmates are, Pads. You’re supposed to complete each other, balance the other person out” He pursed his lips and sighed, there’s no way Prongs could understand his opinion on the matter.

Complete each other, huh?

Then can someone give him a reasonable excuse on why his parents broke each other? One descended into madness; the other doesn’t really seem to care as long as the noble house of Black lineage will continue.

Sirius bites his bottom lip, deep in thought as he stares at his pinky, willing the connection to be seen; a red string that was tied into a bow that leads to Merlin-knows-where. It serves as a connection; the string that he and only his soulmate can see whenever they want. He tugs on it curiously, awaiting any reaction with bated breath. He almost scrambled away when he felt the other end also tug it. Sirius was utterly terrified, a shiver crawled up to his system, it’s foreign feeling for the Black’s eldest son. It made everything feel too real. A fact that he desperately tries to deny.

That night, before they returned to Hogwarts as sixth year students was the last time he ever willed to see the annoying little string in his pinky, not caring if his supposed other half was finding him or already found him.

Maybe it had to do with his twisted upbringing. He saw how his father cut the string tying him to their mother, the purple string that bound them together turning gray and withering away.

He saw how Regulus flinched, no one should’ve seen a scene like that, but they did. Someone severing their connection to someone who should’ve been with them through better or for worse, the one that fate intended for them. Their life got worse just after that, forcing him to flee and leave his younger brother behind at the deranged hands of Walburga Black.

“You should eat more, Reggie.” You turned towards the quiet and reserved Slytherin, pushing his plate closer to him, which made him wince. “I am quite full.” You raised a brow “None sense, all you did was sip pumpkin juice so you better do as I say or I’ll tell Evan and Junior.”

“Do you know that you boss people around quite well?” He grumbles, shoving a few spoonsful of dinner in his mouth as you hummed in approval, cracking a small smile. “I was told.” Your eyes flickered to the Gryffindor table, it seemed to gravitate you, pulling you in.

Looking down at your pinky, you willed the string to be visible to you. Seeing the red string attached to Sirius Black made your stomach churn; was it butterflies? Unease? You don’t particularly know, having mixed reactions to the string that leads to your other half.

You’ve known for over a year now, keeping it to yourself as you quickly figured out that he wants nothing to do with his soulmate.

“Reggie! Reggie!”

You exclaimed, slapping the poor boy’s arm as he was currently staying in the L/n Manor. He looked in your direction, quite annoyed, he was interrupted reading his book. “I’m reading, Y/n. You know, you should too. It’ll do you some good.” He sassed, trying to find which part he stopped reading. “My soulmate! They tugged the string!” You gushed, “They must be looking for me too, right?” You asked no one in particular, you can still feel the tingles you felt, how your heartbeat picked up, and how you felt like you were in could nine.

Quite the opposite from what Sirius felt, huh?

You never told him, never planned to. It was quite clear what his views are on the concept of soulmates when you saw him snogging different girls every week. It wrecked you; you swore you felt your heart stop beating every time you see him loving a girl other than you even just for a week. It sounds stupid and all, but you would give up everything just to know what it feels like; how he will look at you with love and adoration in his eyes, how his touch and kisses would linger on your body, and how his voice would sound like as his breath fans in your ear, whispering promises of love.

You looked at him from the Slytherin table; so close yet so far.

Regulus noticed, the all too familiar broken look in your face. His heart hurts for you, even if you do not tell him, he already knows. Seeing his brother’s indifference, Regulus’s gaze hardened. How could he have the guts to do this to his soulmate?

The memory of their mother's despair, the way she withered away after their father severed the bond, was etched into his mind. Regulus does not wish for anyone to feel that way, he does not wish upon it even in his worst enemies.

It was a pain no one should endure, a lesson that should have been learned.

Yet there sat his brother, laughing with his friends and willfully ignoring the pulls of his heart. The person who held the other end of this unseen tether, was beside Regulus. Your soul ached as you watched your soulmate. It was a betrayal of the heart's deepest connection, and it stirred a tempest of fury within Regulus that he struggled to contain.

“My brother is foolish. Eat.” He states, pushing your food and placing the cornbread on his plate to yours. She cracks a smile, chuckling. “Alright, Reggie. You’re lucky I love you.” You pat his curls, proceeding to eat the bread, smiling a little. Reggie never really shares his food with anyone, except for you. You’re the only exception.

“Padfoot.” Remus starts, looking out of the window as Sirius lays down lazily in his bed, looking at nothing.

“What, Moons?”

“If I say that I have an inkling on who your soulmate is, would you… look for them?” Remus asked cautiously. Peter and James perked up, eyes wide with shock. How could Remus possibly guess who his soulmate is? Unless… They’re also in Hogwarts?

“Don’t start with that crap, Moony.” Sirius sat up; a scowl displayed in his features as his grey eyes turned stormy.

“Don’t you even feel the slightest amount of guilt in your system as you snog other girls?” Remus frowned.

Sirius’s scowl deepened, his hands clenching into fists. “Guilt? For what, Moony? For not wanting to be chained down by some ancient magic?” His voice was a low growl, barely containing the emotions that surged within him. “I won’t be dictated by fate. I make my own choices, and I refuse to be bound by a bond I never asked for.”

Remus’s expression softened, the lines of concern etching deeper into his face. “It’s not about being chained, Pads. It’s about finding someone who complements you, who understands you in ways no one else can.” He paused, his gaze steady and piercing. “You’ve seen what happens when that bond is severed. You’ve seen the pain it causes. Is that what you want for yourself? For your soulmate who’s probably hurting somewhere?”

Sirius looks down, biting his lip and playing with the rings on his fingers. “I don’t plan on severing our bond, Moons- “

“Then what the fuck are you doing?” Remus spat, Sirius flinched, looking at anything but them. He knew deep down that Remus was right. He can’t deny he also wants to look for his soulmate. The only thing that was holding him back is that he’s scared. What if your story would end similarly like how Walburga and Orion’s did? Dread fills his system as he reflects on how he slowly realized he’s becoming like his father. Peter and James exchanged a glance, the weight of the conversation settling heavily upon them.

“I’m scared,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Scared of finding her… Scared of repeating the same mistakes.” He paused, his gaze lifting to meet Remus’s. “But you’re right. I can’t keep running from this. It’s not fair to them, and it’s not fair to me.”

James offered a supportive smile, feeling happy for his friend. Sirius stood up, his posture straightening as if shedding the weight of his fears. “I’ll do it. I’ll find her,” he declared, his voice steady. “I owe it to both of us to at least try.”

“That’s our Padfoot.” Remus breathes a sigh of relief as Peter nods encouragingly at Sirius.

The next daylight soon came. Sirius gulps, looking around the great hall, feeling quite overwhelmed at the number of students entering for breakfast, eating, or chatting amongst themselves. For the first time in a long time, he willed the red string of fate to reappear within his vision.

Ah, there it was. The red string connected to someone from the Slytherin table. Sirius felt his heart drop, seeing the end of the string connected to your pinky. “Y/n?” The name left his lips in a hushed awe, his heart skipping a beat as he saw the string connected to your pinky. You, who laughed with such ease beside Regulus, were the missing piece.

Whether it was some brotherly instinct, Regulus looked at him, shooting him a warning stare as if to say: ‘If you hurt her, you’ll never see the light of day ever again.’

Remus raised his eyebrows in surprise, knowing eyes set on his friend. “Found her, Pads?”

“Yeah. Found her, Moony.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” James chimed in, a grin spreading across his face as Peter silently cheers him on. “Go on, before you lose your nerve.”

Sirius took a deep breath, trying to shake off the weight of Regulus’s protective stare. It was a silent challenge, a vow to keep your heart safe from his brother. With a nod of acknowledgment, Sirius stepped forward, crossing the small distance between the Gryffindor table and Slytherin.

“Y/n,” he said, standing before you, the red string pulsing with a life of its own.

You stilled, slowly looking in his direction. Eyes wide with surprise, searched his for a moment before softening. “I was wondering when you’d come around,” you teared up, making Sirius’ heart ache.

Sirius extended his hand, the red string wrapping around both your destinies. “Let’s talk, yeah?”

And in that moment, as your fingers intertwined, Sirius knew that whatever the future held, he had made the right choice. For in finding you, he had found a new path that began to unravel, one filled with hope and courage. The buzz of Great Hall continued, but both of them felt time still, feeling the bond weave into their souls deeper.

Sirius’s and Y/n’s story had its flaws, but it was theirs, uniquely woven by the red strings of fate.