Open Post for S&M!verse

[standsonhigh]

Yes, S&M, cause we love terrible BDSMy puns. Seriously, try to find a verse name that isn't a little smutty. I dare you.

Just put all the relevant information in the subject line. So when in the timeline and which universe aka Whoniverse or the Wizarding world.

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[snakesroarquietly]

Make no mistake, he was properly terrified of the man who had taken down the Dark Lord without breaking a sweat. He was terrified. Utterly terrified. Yet when the man actually asked him if he had a wand, it was all Regulus could do not to blurt out something that would have been bound to get him killed on the spot. There was no possible way he could have kept himself from gaping at the Master.

He snapped his mouth shut, swallowed hard and opened it again. The man looked serious enough, but that had to simply mean it was a test. What wizard wouldn't carry his wand? "Of course," he replied, quite proud of himself for managing to keep the implied 'you buffoon' out of his voice. He sounded respectful enough, though still terribly confused. It would have to do. He gulped again. Another lesson the Dark Lord had taught him was that a lack of enthusiasm wasn't appreciated. No, he didn't fancy being the next one on the brink of death. "I took some classes on basic healing in Hogwarts... my Lord."

[standsonhigh]

Regulus was lucky that he knew how to shut up when needed, the Master barely hesitated to take down any Death Eater who so much as sneered at him. The last one to make a snide remark about his lack of magic got liquefied by his latest invention. Honestly, the technology here was rubbish but if he could make a ship out of food and paperclips, he could make weapons out of muggle electronics. The crueller, the better.

"Good enough," the Master said, waving his hand in dismissal to show he didn't need any more information than that and he wasn't very invested in this discussion. Magic was boring and stupid, he had very little intrigue unless it was a forbidden spell or something nice and deadly. "Down in the basement is one of my more rebellious followers and I've been teaching him a lesson in loyalty. One that perhaps went further than I had originally intended. Regardless, I just need a very swift patch up to keep him alive and awake."

Talking to an injured feverish Barty was getting a little old, he barely kept focus. "Don't do a great job, just do it enough that he won't die. You humans are so breakable."

[snakesroarquietly]

There was nothing quite as inspiring in making a man learn to shut up than the threat of a very violent and gory death. It was a lesson Regulus had learned surprisingly quickly for one as naturally haughty as him, though most of that credit went to his previous lord. You didn't survive in the Death Eaters if you didn't know how to keep your mouth shut.

On the other hand, keeping his expression wholly in check was a skill he hadn't quite mastered yet. When the new Dark Lord spoke so casually of them as if they were mere puppets easily broken and discarded, he couldn't help the slight stiffening of his shoulders, nor the pinched look around his mouth.

You humans... He would never get used to this. For all that Regulus held out hopes that this new ruler would finally be the man he had sought to serve, Voldemort had been easier to understand.

"I see," was all he permitted himself to say, for he had no desire of joining the poor fellow. Poor fool. "I can certainly achieve mediocre results," he affirmed, unable to keep the wryness wholly out of his voice.

[standsonhigh]

"You better."

The Master could sense the displeasure, he could practically see it on this one, and he didn't like. Time Lords could always sense a little off people, it was a natural skill they had. And humans read like an open book when compared to Time Lords. And this one wasn't one seemed a little too snide. But right now, he wasn't overly on the attack, not yet, anyway. He was just making a mental list of those who needed to be taught a lesson about how they looked at their Master and treated him. With a slight raise of his eyebrow, he stared for a moment, as if trying to gauge this man.

Then, finally, he asked. "Your name, what is it?"

He needed it for his list. He'd ask Barty later, when he was more coherent, if he knew this one. Trying to keep control of all these new people was a challenge enough, he really needed to thin the herd and work out who was worth keeping.

[snakesroarquietly]

With that seemingly harmless question outright alarm replaced wariness and Regulus felt an icy weight settle in his stomach. The fear showed in his eyes for a moment before he quickly lowered his gaze. He had been accused of many unflattering vices in his young life, but no one had ever accused him of possessing an abundance of optimism.

He had made a mistake... and he would pay for it. Maybe not today or tomorrow but unwarranted attention was never a good sign. At least with Voldemort the standing of the Black family had provided some measure of protection. Now... He felt lost again, lost and terribly in what should have been a den of snakes, yet had been turned into something he couldn't even begin to comprehend.

Regulus forced himself to raise his head again. Not to meet the Master's eyes, that would have been too daring, but there was pride in his name and noble lineage. Even now. Someone had to remember. "Regulus Arcturus Black, my Lord. I served the Dark... I took the Mark nearly a year ago."

[standsonhigh]

"Regulus?" the Master asked with a faint look of disbelief. So far he'd been here nearly a year and everyone just seemed to have the weirdest names. Whatever happened to humans that called their kids names likes like Ted or Bert or Harry? Some people had weird naming tastes. With a roll of his eyes, he tried not to make any further comment and merely nodded with acceptance of the given information.

The way he said the name spoke volumes, as if he thought the Master could recognise it or see it as important for some reason. Sadly, he didn't care much either way. A name was a name and that's all it was in the end.

"Call me Master, not Lord. Though I am your Lord, just for the record," the Master corrected swiftly, moving into the man's personal space with a grin on his face, looking rather amused by that little vouching of loyalty at the end. "I don't care about your mark. If I could, I'd remove them all. They look ridiculous. Rassilon's sake, you're an evil cult, not a motorbike gang."

[snakesroarquietly]

Yes, on some level he had expected the Master to recognize the name, foolish though it was. He was simply so used to his last name opening closed doors in their circles that it had become second nature to take such respect for granted. Never mind that he genuinely believed that he was entitled to such respect for his heritage. He stifled a disgruntled sigh. Yes, the world was changing around him and far too quickly for his liking... he had signed up for the exact reason to stop and reverse such changes, after all.

Regulus forced himself to shove such thoughts aside, that was bitterness for later. It wasn't hard to focus wholly on the here and now, and the Master, when the man got far too close for comfort. Far too amused, too, like a Kneazle toying with a rat. Regulus' lips thinned to a pale, tense line. He had never been fond of cats. "Of course you are my Dark Lord, Master," he affirmed. "As for the Mark..." Oh, there were a lot of things he could have said to the Master about the Mark, but most of them were bound to get him tortured to death and the rest merely quickly killed. "If you wish to have it removed, that is your choice, Master. You took the Dark Lord's place, it is yours now."