𝑹𝑬𝑮𝑼𝑳𝑼𝑺.
@horcruxhunter.bsky.social
AU account to Regulus Black. | #hprp #mv #ms 21+ mdni golden trio era | written by ED.
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I miss you too.
Stupid boy.
November 30, 2024 at 11:30 AM
I miss you too.
Regulus simply leaves the estate. He will not be returning any time soon.
The entire family can go to hell.
The entire family can go to hell.
Disappearing into the kitchen, he grabbed a bottle of extra strength whiskey and chugged it as quick as he could manage to quell his rising temper.
"Yeah? Maybe death would have suited me better after all!" He shouts after him.
Asshole.
Asshole.
November 20, 2024 at 1:09 PM
Regulus simply leaves the estate. He will not be returning any time soon.
The entire family can go to hell.
The entire family can go to hell.
No fights. Promise.
He'll just glare at the annoying customers.
He'll just glare at the annoying customers.
No. Fights.
This is still her father’s business and she won’t see it run into the ground.
This is still her father’s business and she won’t see it run into the ground.
But...
Fine.
Fine.
November 20, 2024 at 1:09 PM
No fights. Promise.
He'll just glare at the annoying customers.
He'll just glare at the annoying customers.
"Yeah? Maybe death would have suited me better after all!" He shouts after him.
Asshole.
Asshole.
Snarling, he turned back and grabbed hold of the boy’s throat.
“Don’t you dare fucking talk to me about walking away. You disappeared for two damn decades!” He shouted in his face before he stormed off again.
“Don’t you dare fucking talk to me about walking away. You disappeared for two damn decades!” He shouted in his face before he stormed off again.
"Fine. Yeah. Just walk away, it's all you're bloody good for!"
He shouldn't have come back. Merlin.
He shouldn't have come back. Merlin.
November 20, 2024 at 11:35 AM
"Yeah? Maybe death would have suited me better after all!" He shouts after him.
Asshole.
Asshole.
But...
Fine.
Fine.
And don’t get in any fights.
Minding the pub - definitely.
November 20, 2024 at 11:34 AM
But...
Fine.
Fine.
Minding the pub - definitely.
Hm.
Mind the pub, she’s got taps to refill.
Mind the pub, she’s got taps to refill.
He'll be waiting his entire life, if it meant he'll see her.
November 20, 2024 at 11:30 AM
Minding the pub - definitely.
"Fine. Yeah. Just walk away, it's all you're bloody good for!"
He shouldn't have come back. Merlin.
He shouldn't have come back. Merlin.
“Don’t know what you expected, I’ve got everything that helped me move past it.” He muttered, getting up and walking out of the room.
"Ouch. So, you were good with me being dead, eh?"
He gets to his feet.
He gets to his feet.
November 20, 2024 at 11:27 AM
"Fine. Yeah. Just walk away, it's all you're bloody good for!"
He shouldn't have come back. Merlin.
He shouldn't have come back. Merlin.
He'll be waiting his entire life, if it meant he'll see her.
He’ll be waiting all day.
Then he'll wait.
November 20, 2024 at 11:26 AM
He'll be waiting his entire life, if it meant he'll see her.
"Ouch. So, you were good with me being dead, eh?"
He gets to his feet.
He gets to his feet.
“Don’t bother, I’ve got my whiskey, my work, and my wife. That’s all I need.”
"The latter. You could have known that, dad," pause.
"I'm worried about you."
"I'm worried about you."
November 20, 2024 at 10:58 AM
"Ouch. So, you were good with me being dead, eh?"
He gets to his feet.
He gets to his feet.
Then he'll wait.
She didn’t say that, she’s just busy.
She can tell him to leave, and he will.
November 20, 2024 at 10:58 AM
Then he'll wait.
"The latter. You could have known that, dad," pause.
"I'm worried about you."
"I'm worried about you."
“Have you get a case for me to examine and or are you just here to piss me off?”
Regulus snorts.
"Sounds dull."
"Sounds dull."
November 20, 2024 at 10:48 AM
"The latter. You could have known that, dad," pause.
"I'm worried about you."
"I'm worried about you."
She can tell him to leave, and he will.
She’s got inventory to do, but if he insists.
Can they talk, after the pub closes?
November 20, 2024 at 10:48 AM
She can tell him to leave, and he will.
Can they talk, after the pub closes?
He said it, not her.
... Yeah. He's aware he's an idiot.
November 20, 2024 at 10:40 AM
Can they talk, after the pub closes?
Regulus snorts.
"Sounds dull."
"Sounds dull."
“Prediction of an ungrateful kid’s death.” He muttered sarcastically.
"Anything interesting in that paper of yours?"
November 20, 2024 at 10:39 AM
Regulus snorts.
"Sounds dull."
"Sounds dull."
"Anything interesting in that paper of yours?"
Snarling behind his paper.
Sure.
Stretches, kicking at his desk. Oops.
Stretches, kicking at his desk. Oops.
November 20, 2024 at 10:32 AM
"Anything interesting in that paper of yours?"
... Yeah. He's aware he's an idiot.
What did he expect? He visits once for the first time in years then disappears again.
Right.
He clears his throat, fingers drumming on the bar.
He clears his throat, fingers drumming on the bar.
November 20, 2024 at 10:31 AM
... Yeah. He's aware he's an idiot.
Sure.
Stretches, kicking at his desk. Oops.
Stretches, kicking at his desk. Oops.
Favourite is an exaggeration.
Ah, yes, his favourite son comes back from the dead and he ignores him.
It's like nothing changed.
It's like nothing changed.
November 20, 2024 at 10:25 AM
Sure.
Stretches, kicking at his desk. Oops.
Stretches, kicking at his desk. Oops.
Right.
He clears his throat, fingers drumming on the bar.
He clears his throat, fingers drumming on the bar.
Narrowing her eyes as she poured a beer for the customer next to him.
... Hi.
November 20, 2024 at 10:25 AM
Right.
He clears his throat, fingers drumming on the bar.
He clears his throat, fingers drumming on the bar.
Ah, yes, his favourite son comes back from the dead and he ignores him.
It's like nothing changed.
It's like nothing changed.
Bringing his paper up to his face with a glare.
Nope.
November 20, 2024 at 10:17 AM
Ah, yes, his favourite son comes back from the dead and he ignores him.
It's like nothing changed.
It's like nothing changed.
... Hi.
Hmph.
November 20, 2024 at 10:16 AM
... Hi.
Nope.
he just can’t get one quiet night.
November 20, 2024 at 10:15 AM
Nope.
He rolls his eyes at the man. Stubborn bastard.
"I left a locket, at Grimmauld Place, before I left. What did you do with it?"
"I left a locket, at Grimmauld Place, before I left. What did you do with it?"
And he’s back to the bare minimum of acknowledging noises, his quill moving at a rapid pace across the parchment to distract himself.
He’d forgotten the boy always held a desire to discuss things, it made him uncomfortable because he never held that desire.
He’d forgotten the boy always held a desire to discuss things, it made him uncomfortable because he never held that desire.
"Oh, you know, just checking in. See if you still wish to lock me in that cellar of yours," he sits down opposite him, arms folding across his chest.
"How... Are you?"
"How... Are you?"
October 19, 2024 at 7:44 PM
He rolls his eyes at the man. Stubborn bastard.
"I left a locket, at Grimmauld Place, before I left. What did you do with it?"
"I left a locket, at Grimmauld Place, before I left. What did you do with it?"
"Oh, you know, just checking in. See if you still wish to lock me in that cellar of yours," he sits down opposite him, arms folding across his chest.
"How... Are you?"
"How... Are you?"
Flicking his quill across the parchment, he tilted his head slightly. “Something tells me you’re dying to discuss whatever hell you’ve crawled out of.”
"Nice to see you again, as well."
October 19, 2024 at 3:20 PM
"Oh, you know, just checking in. See if you still wish to lock me in that cellar of yours," he sits down opposite him, arms folding across his chest.
"How... Are you?"
"How... Are you?"
"Nice to see you again, as well."
Barely even a grunt of acknowledgment.
Hi, dad.
October 19, 2024 at 2:50 PM
"Nice to see you again, as well."