#regulus and narcissa

[not-rab]

regulus who dyed his hair from blonde to black to look more like sirius

narcissa who dyed her hair from black to blonde to look less like andromeda

[deswhomst]

Fashion Police | @black-brothers-microfic | @black-sisters-microfic | Narcissa and Regulus centric | Minor Jegulus and Nobleflower | Word Count: 1162

For the purpose of this, just assume that all pureblood families are on good terms and attend events together.

“On your right,” Narcissa whispered. “That shade of gold should have a cell in Azkaban just for it.”

Regulus titled his head a little, nothing too sudden or obvious. “Fucking hell,” he mumbled. “If she stands directly under a chandelier, I’ll have a stroke.”

Narcissa huffed. “Merlin forbid.”

The two of them were sitting at their designated table, having had socialized more than they cared for already. Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Sirius were still out and about somewhere but it was much more fun to judge people for their fashion skills—or lack thereof—than it would be to search for the other three.

“Eww,” Regulus scrunched up his face in blatant disgust as his eyes landed on his uncle. “What the fuck is your father wearing?”

“Oh, that,” Narcissa let out a resigned sigh, looking thoroughly annoyed. “I requested him serveral times not to wear that monstrosity but he evidently did not listen.”

“What is he trying to do, blend in with the furniture?” Regulus raised an eyebrow. “He looks like a velvet armchair.”

“Oi, don’t insult velvet armchairs like this!” Narcissa hit the back of his head. “Disgraceful, Reggie.”

He grinned back at her. “Apologies.”

Narcissa shook her head, eyes accessing the scene once more. It took her all of two seconds to locate their next target.

“Nott looks like a panicked ostrich,” she commented. “Look at that hat.”

Regulus looked.

He wished he hadn’t.

“Right?” Narcissa nodded sympathetically at the horrified expression on his face. “Maybe he was hoping that if he couldn’t see us, we wouldn’t be able to see his poor taste.”

Despite himself, Regulus laughed softly.

“Oh! Did you see Mrs. Parkinson?” he asked her, suddenly remembering that criminal offense. “Cissy … it was bad.”

“The mustard yellow?” Narcissa closed her eyes in dread, as if praying for patience.

He nodded. “It was satin, too.”

“The wrinkles, Regulus!” she exclaimed. “The wrinkles.”

“I know,” he patted her shoulder sympathetically. “I thought we had rules and standards as a society.”

“Not anymore, little cousin,” she sighed. “What do these people do with all this money? Can they not afford a stylist?”

“The least they can do is a bonfire,” he added. “Burn it all, I say!”

Narcissa laughed. “We should start our own bonfire and throw all of them in it!”

“The people, too?”

“Well, I’m not taking off someone’s clothes for them, so yes.”

“Sounds reasonable. Done.”

“We would be doing society a favor, really,” Narcissa said.

“Of course,” agreed Regulus. “And my eyes, too. They hurt from seeing so much ugly.”

“You and me both, Reggie.”

For a moment, they fell into a comfortable silence. Regulus was drinking whatever had been poured out for him as Narcissa sat observing their surroundings.

“Potter looks good,” she commented.

“Yes,” Regulus agreed instinctively, eyes widening once he realized what he had said. “I mean—compared to the others here, he seems … normal looking.”

Narcissa hummed, clearly fighting off a smile. “Interesting.”

“Nothing is interesting,” Regulus complained. “It’s a low bar, Narcissa. The color of his shirt is still unbearable.”

“Mhm. Is it?”

“Yes,” he pressed on firmly. “It’s such a—stupid red! What is he trying to prove with it? And his glasses are so stupid, too. Why is the frame dark brown and not simply black? Or even red since that’s what he keeps wearing. And his hair.” He breathed out in frustration. “Don’t even get me started on his hair! Why can’t it calm down? It’s just as obnoxious as he is.”

Narcissa looked like she had a hard time controlling her laughter.

“Shut up,” he mumbled petulantly.

“Why are you blushing?” she teased. “Trying to match the color of his shirt?”

Regulus sent her the meanest of glares. “I hate you.”

“Aww,” Narcissa mocked. “But we were having so much fun.”

He scowled, pushing her hand away as she ruffled his hair.

“Oh, no,” Narcissa swore under her breath all of a sudden. “Fuck.”

Regulus followed her line of sight to locate James Potter and Alice Fortescue walking over in their direction.

“Oh, Merlin,” Regulus turned to his cousin. “Quick! What do we do?”

“I don’t know!” she replied, equally dramatic. “You do something!”

“Okay, okay …” he looked at their approaching figures, then back at Narcissa. “It’s a fair fight. Two versus two. And we’re Blacks so we can take them.”

“Regulus, she’s an auror,” she stressed.

“So?” he asked. “You think you’re less than an auror? Do you? Huh? Huh?”

“N-No? No! Of course, not.”

“Good. Keep that attitude,” Regulus nodded, satisfied. “This will be fine.”

Narcissa relaxed, too. “Yeah …”

Regulus looked back at her and smirked. “Interesting.”

“Shut the fuck up, Regulus.”

James and Alice finally made it to the table, both wearing matching smiles. James was, of course, in his stupid red shirt that Regulus mentioned earlier and Alice was in a rather beautiful black dress that went down to her knees. Regulus has always been a believer that a person can’t go wrong with black clothes (unless they make it obnoxious somehow).

“Hi, Alice,” Regulus greeted. “You look good. Doesn’t she, Narcissa?”

She kicked him underneath the table. “Of course.”

“Hi, Regulus,” Alice grinned. “And thank you, both.”

James was frowning. Regulus wished he would stop.

“We were talking about throwing people into a bonfire,” Regulus told Alice. “For wearing bad clothes. You’re safe.”

“Er—thank you?”

“What about me?” James asked. “Am I safe? And you didn’t even greet me.”

“Hello, Potter,” Narcissa waved a dismissive hand. “And yeah, you’re—“

“No!” Regulus cut across her. “Your shirt is horrible and I hate it. Go and change into a prettier color, then you’ll be safe.”

Alice snickered quietly, slipping into the empty chair next to Narcissa while James remained rooted to the spot, gaping at Regulus.

“This is pretty!” he protested. “You said you liked this color—“

“Not on you.”

“Oh, stop,” Narcissa swatted him on the arm. “Potter, stop moaning and sit down.”

“You have a problem with people moaning, do you?” Alice asked, titling her head to the side.

“Not people,” Narcissa shrugged. “Just men.”

“I’m not a man,” Alice said.

Narcissa tried very hard not to let her smile show and it was working for the most part. “Thank Merlin.”

Regulus could gag. Is this how lesbians flirt? He rolled his eyes and turned to James, who was still looking utterly betrayed.

“Oh, stop sulking,” Regulus tugged gently at his sleeve. “You can keep your hideous shirt, James, I seem to be having a moment of bad taste myself and am suddenly fond of your shirt.”

Yeah, no, Regulus should not be judging anyone for how they flirt.

James grinned so widely that it was all worth it.

Across the table, Narcissa and Alice were looking at the pair of them with small smirks.

“Cute,” Narcissa whispered to Alice, though they all heard it.

“Adorable,” Alice whispered back.

Regulus stared resolutely into his drink but an involuntary smile crept across his face.

[andromilos]

The matter and her lamb.

Narcissa and regulus.

[dorasoracle]

narcissa black !!

( her name is tia jonsson )

[theicarusconstellation]

my regulus was practically raised by narcissa

[lettorescrivecose]

Narcissa: How many kids do you have?

Regulus: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

(Yes, Regulus is the 'mom friend' of the group. Yes, Regulus emotionally adopted half of the Slytherin kids. I don't make the rules.)

[izzy-prizzy]

can reg and cissa get the andy and sirius treatment PLEASE

[remcissa]

Regulus and Narcissa Black, 1970s.

[brokebaby]

it was soo hard guys... my back hurts *cries*

but well, i did want to draw the cuosins together so..

pls look at reg and ev, lmaoo they didnt want to be there, andromeda looves lil dora, narcissa being the perfect miss, meanwhile bella and sirius won't stop moving

it was alphard's idea, he and ophelia wanted a picture of all the kids together<3

[starrysillhoutte]

the noble and most cunty house of slutty waists

[kingstarkingslay]

“ everybody has a gay cousin ”

Nah bitch more like EVERYBODY IS THE GAY COUSIN

That’s right, I’m looking at you The Most Noble and Ancient House of Black

[not-rab]

u know how narcissa doesn’t have a star-related name like the rest of the blacks

what if her middle name began with an e

so her initials would spell out neb like the nebula

[deswhomst]

guess who😛

🦋 regulus finds out about nobleflower (ft. james walking in at the end and regulus not being able to explain that..)

HAPPY 500 FOLLOWERS AGAIN!!

[500 followers event ask game]

hi jam ❤️ THANKYOU <33

Carpe Noctem | @black-sisters-microfic | @black-brothers-microfic | Nobleflower, Jegulus | WC: 1234

Narcissa Black has always known that she would become a Malfoy one day. As far back as memory served, she has been told that she will marry Lucius one day and it will be her greatest honor to do so. Of course, Narcissa knew the perks that came with a match such as this—she wasn’t stupid or oblivious—so she accepted it with grace and had envisioned a glamorous life for herself.

All that came to a head when she met Alice Fortescue, though.

Alice had quite literally come out of nowhere. Narcissa had been strolling down a secluded corridor at Hogwarts when she had found herself face to face with a disheveled Alice. Her brown hair were drenched in her own sweat, her maroon Quidditch robes were clinging to her, she smelt so horrible, and yet … yet, Narcissa was mesmerized. It’s all stupid when you think about it but the way Alice made her feel was otherworldly. No promises of luxury could ever compare to the luxury of breathing the same air as Alice.

“What are you thinking about?”

“About how you’re always smelly and gross,” Narcissa tucked in her lips so she wouldn’t smile. “You should work on that.”

The two of them were sitting in their booth at a Muggle bar. Over the years, they have learnt a place like this is the best for them to not get caught together. It was brilliant, really—hiding in plain sight. No one Narcissa knew would be caught dead in a place like this and it gave them ample opportunity to spend time together.

“Oh, boo,” Alice stuck out her tongue. “You love my smell.”

Merlin help her she does.

“Nope,” Narcissa lied. “It’s disgusting. You’re always running or flying.”

“Running towards you, of course,” Alice grinned, throwing an arm around Narcissa’s shoulders. “And flying because you make me soar with happiness.”

“That was awful.”

“Why are you blushing then?”

“This is out of embarrassment.”

Alice threw her head back and laughed, unapologetically and loud. Then she was leaning down to capture Narcissa’s lips in a kiss that started off slow and sweet, the taste of her strawberry chapstick prominent with each stroke.

“Oh, fuck,” Alice cursed, pulling all the way back the moment Narcissa wrapped her arms around her neck. “Shit. Shit,” she continued, eyes wide as she stared off in the distance. “Narcissa … tell me that’s not your cousin.”

Narcissa turned around so quickly that she seriously risked getting whiplash. It took her a moment in her panic to focus her vision but as soon as she did, her gaze landed on a horrified and confused Regulus Black.

Fuck, indeed.

“No, no, no, no,” Narcissa rambled, unable to look away from Regulus, who was staring back at her with the same expression. “No, no, no, no, no—”

“Narcissa, love, relax,” Alice whispered into her ear, rubbing her arms gently. “It’ll be okay.”

That interaction probably didn’t help. Regulus, as soon as he regained the ability to move, bolted right out the door. Without sparing it a thought, Narcissa got up to follow him. She was vaguely aware of getting separated from Alice in the crowd but Regulus was the priority right now.

“Regulus?” Narcissa called out as she made it out onto the footpath outside the bar.

“I’m here.”

In a truly dramatic fashion, Regulus was leaning against the wall next to the door.

“What are you doing here?” Narcissa went off on him immediately. “You’re fifteen! Are you out of your mind? This isn’t a place for you, Regulus!”

Regulus stared at her. “I’m sixteen, Narcissa.”

“Since when?”

“Since my birthday two months ago …?”

Narcissa groaned. “You’re still a child.”

“And you’re going to be engaged to Lucius Malfoy,” he retorted. “I don’t think the girl in there is him.”

“This is none of your business,” Narcissa crossed her arms over her chest. “If you tell anyone you saw me here, you’ll have to explain what you were doing at a Muggle bar you’re too young to be at.”

Regulus frowned. “Cissy … I wouldn’t tell anyone.”

She looked expectantly at him. “You won’t?”

“No,” he shook his head slowly. “I mean—I know how much trouble you could get into at home if I say something. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Oh,” Narcissa said dumbly. “And you’re not …?”

“I’m happy for you,” Regulus gave a stiff and awkward nod but it was genuine. “Is—with her, is it special?”

Narcissa broke into a helpless grin. “Yeah, it is. I think I’m in love with her.”

Regulus’ eyebrows shot up. “What about … um, are you going to run away, too?”

“I don’t know,” Narcissa’s shoulders slumped. “I … I just don’t know what to do, Regulus.”

Before he had a chance to respond, the door opened and Alice stepped out at the same time as a very loud and obnoxious voice sounding, “Reg, love! I’m here!”

Regulus squeezed his eyes shut tightly. Sharing a startled glance with Alice, Narcissa turned towards the source of the voice to find James Potter making his way in their direction from across the street.

“Reg? Love?” Narcissa repeated to him.

“I …” Regulus cleared his throat, looking anywhere but at Potter approaching them. “Wait—you’re Alice, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, hesitantly outstretching her hand. “Alice Fortescue.”

“Regulus Black,” he accepted it. “I really admired you. You were so good at Quidditch.”

Alice grinned. “Oh, I hear you’re quite the star yourself.”

Narcissa cleared her throat, raising a pointed eyebrow. “Are we going to just ignore Potter calling you love?”

Regulus tried to play dumb. “Potter? Who?”

“Hi, James!” Alice waved at him once he was in earshot. “Fancy seeing you here.”

James stared at the combination of people in front of him, jaw dropped. Regulus refused to meet his gaze and Alice seemed to be enjoying this very much so it was up to Narcissa to take this seriously.

“Did you call my cousin, who is a minor, “love?”” she asked. “What’s your age?”

“I—I—er—” James grimaced. “I’m seventeen.”

“Seventeen!” Narcissa exclaimed. “Regulus is only fifteen—”

“—sixteen—”

“—sixteen!” Narcissa amended. “He’s still a year younger and a child.”

James still looked he was processing everything to be able to respond properly.

“Cissy,” Regulus sighed. “Let him breathe, please? And stop laughing, Alice.”

James looked at him for an explanation.

Regulus walked over to stand by his side, placing an arm on his back. Narcissa raised an eyebrow at the gesture.

“James, this is my cousin—Narcissa,” he introduced. “Narcissa, this is my … James.”

“Aww,” Alice cooed. “They’re adorable, Narcissa!”

Narcissa passed her an unimpressed look.

“What are—what is Alice doing here?” James asked.

“Well…” Regulus began. “You see, Narcissa is like me.”

James furrowed his brows. “Rude?”

Alice started laughing again but both Narcissa and Regulus did not find it funny.

“Gay,” Regulus clarified.

“Oh?” James said, looking between Alice and Narcissa. “Ohhh.”

“You all need to lighten up,” Alice chuckled. “I know a place here that sells amazing pizza. Let’s go.”

And without waiting for a response, she started walking towards the aforementioned place and the rest of them had no choice but to follow. Suffice to say that this is not how Narcissa imagined this night going but she surprisingly didn’t have much complaints.

[andromilos]

sketches and wips

heres some bartylus, narcissa and draco, and doubleflower sketches and wips :)

[ccccatttta]

"the black family madness" the books call it. "the consequences of inbreeding" is what it actually is

[urlocallemgrem]

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again- stop victimizing Narcissa Malfoy. The take that she was this wonderful person who was simply a victim of her circumstances is absolutely hot garbage. The same goes for Regulus as well.

No. She was an evil girl boss who wore her heritage and pure blood beliefs like a badge of honor. She was the matriarch of one of the wealthiest and most prominent wizarding families in the WORLD.

Lucius also wasn’t this “abusive” father that you all paint him out to be. He loved Draco dearly- and he spoiled him as such (even if some of his parenting methods were questionable). He was trying to keep his family alive while also being an asset to Voldemort. He took the hits for his family MULTIPLE times. I think a lot of you take the movie version of him at face value without actually looking at the context.

Narcissa quite literally threatened Harry when he taunted her about Lucius being in Azkaban. She also stood up for him to Bellatrix multiple times. The Malfoys were loyal to each other to a fault.

Bad people can still love each other!!! Let evil female characters be evil!!