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“every magic spell ends when the caster dies”

sirius has always known that. it was one of the first things his tutors told him when he was barely a toddler, and it was mentioned in some hogwarts' classes once or twice.

he sometimes ponders about it, how certain magic wasn't everlasting.

he witnessed it once, in his seventh year. the war had already started, and with each passing day, more and more students got black letters delivered, all of them mentioning some recently deceased relative. it was a third year ravenclaw girl he doesn't quite remember, but who always carried a fairy doll that her uncle enchanted to act like a living one. she always carried it in her pocket and let her out when she was bored or to show it to other students.

the day she got her letter at breakfast, she frantically searched her robes and took out the little doll, and it looked just like that, a doll. no more flapping wings, tiny giggles and fairy dust, just a toy. she burst into tears then, and was inconsolable for months.

it's one of sirius' most vivid memories.

it seemed so bizarre.

he prayed something like that never happened to him, because it would hurt. it would destroy him.

he was only given enchanted things by the people he loved the most, so he would know immediately if any of the different trinkets were to just go dull. the second it happened, he would know he has to face a reality without one the fundamental beings of his very self. it terrified him.

it was one of his biggest fears.

and it happened to him.

it was a thursday afternoon.

they had a rare free day. no fights, no funerals and no war in his and remus' flat, not for that day. james and peter were there too, an 'afternoon with the lads' they called it. they were laying on the living room, sprawled all over, bowie on the record player and cards on the table along with some beers.

he was on the way to the kitchen when he felt his hair falling out of the messy bun he did in the morning.

and, with a little clink, there was a metal star hairpin on the ground.

he knew then.

it was a secret, how he kept that hairpin. well, not a secret per se, but no one knew where it actually came from. only sirius.

no one knew he had the most horrendous time trying to tie his hair when it was long enough to do so. his hair was just as temperamental as him, which meant that they usually didn't get along. he suffered for months until that hairpin was gifted to him.

sirius didn't quite know how it really worked, just that it was charmed to make everything easier. he just had to think about the hairstyle he wanted for the day, and the hairpin would do it, shrinking or getting bigger if it was necessary, securing his hair perfectly and without much fuss.

no one knew that except sirius.

and regulus, who gifted it to him in his third year.

regulus.

his baby brother.

“every magic spell ends when the caster dies”

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The marauders were heading to the great hall when James rounded a corner and bumped straight into Regulus.

The collision sent Regulus’ books flying. He looked down at the mess, then up at James with a sharp, annoyed glare.

“Oops. Sorry, Reggie.” James said, crouching to gather the books. He grinned at his friends, who stood watching. Sirius just shrugged.

Regulus crossed his arms, clearly unimpressed. “Don’t call me that,” he snapped.

James stood and handed him the books with a sweet smile. “Noted, Reggie.”

The nickname earned him an even sharper glare. Regulus rolled his eyes and muttered, “You’re pretty fucking obnoxious. Do you know that?”

With that, he spun around and walked off down the corridor, his robes fluttering dramatically behind him.

“Hey Reggie, that’s rude!” Sirius called after him, but Regulus didn’t look back.

James was still standing there, smiling like an idiot.

“Prongs,” Remus said, pinching the bridge of his nose, “need I remind you that being called obnoxious is an insult? So maybe stop smiling like that.”

James grinned, still staring at the empty hallway. “But he just called me pretty,” he said dreamily.

The others groaned in unison.

“Oh, come on,” Peter muttered, looking at their lovesick friend helplessly.

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Snily 2nd year first kiss doodle!

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regulus and his baby (yes, she's james' too) (sirius spoils her rotten)

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Jegulus but James goes absolutely batshit insane after Reg dies even if he doesn't know how he died or that he died doing good. The war and death had chipped away at him until his breaking point meant losing every last drop of sense. Now he just knows that he loved someone and despite his many many flaws, he'd staked some sort of claim on him and now somebody else who had no way of knowing him that well had killed him. They'd stripped him away from reality and James was fucking livid. Regulus had always found that almost amusing, the fact that he could tear James right out of his newly-formed maturity and reduce him to an angry bitter mess just by existing. The devotion James had towards him had always been dangerous and vicious.

James knew it could've been somebody he knew who had killed him but he didn't care anymore, he knew that the man he had loved was dead and he was now realising that he was absolutely not over him. All sense was completely lost and he swiftly collapsed into a state of feral despair. I'm not talking 'angry, wants revenge' I mean diabolical ways of trying to bring him back or keep him there. I'm talking Victorian mourning strategies meets Boccaccio/Keats' Isabella. He clutches onto every material object he had left from him and keeps it with him at all times. He's always seen with sunken eyes, a tear-streaked face, and an old battered Slytherin jumper. Everything else he wears is black.

He goes around yelling about whoever did this to him and damning them to eternal suffering while wearing his old rings on a necklace. When they can't find a body he just continues to roam the streets of England searching for him and begging that he can still feel James' grief even if he is lost. He cries into the soil of his grave and hopes that Regulus can still feel it wherever he is. He shows up to Grimmauld and spends weeks in his room, waiting for him to come back and kissing every item he had owned.

Just James losing it and going Isabella style mad

And he ever even knows that technically Regulus had killed himself.

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James sends Regulus a love letter over Christmas break. The letter arrives at the Black manor, and Sirius is the one who gets hold of it first. Seeing the hearts on the envelope and knowing Regulus hardly gets love letters, Sirius assumes it’s for him.

Sirius rips open the envelope, grinning at what he expects to be some sweet, overly-adorable letter but as he reads, his smile fades. At the bottom of the paper, there's a heart with “J+R” inside it. Sirius blinks, staring at the letter in disbelief. He frowns, then bursts out laughing as he realizes the letter is for his little brother.

Grinning mischievously, Sirius pulls out his compact mirror and immediately contacts James, ready to spill the beans. “Oi, Prongs, guess what? Looks like someone’s got a secret admirer, and it’s not you.”

James freezes, his heart skipping a beat. “Sirius, what—what are you talking about?”

Sirius is laughing now, practically rolling on the floor. “This letter, mate—it's so cheesy! Like, really. J+R? Someone's feeling a bit too poetic. Honestly, if it weren’t for the hearts, I would've thought it was a bloody love poem from a five-year-old.”

James’s blood rushes to his head. His cheeks go bright red, his pulse quickening. “Sirius, stop,” he stammers, his heart pounding in his chest.

Sirius just laughs harder, oblivious to how nervous James is. “I’ll find out who this J.F.P. is when we get back to Hogwarts. This person clearly has a thing for Regulus, and I’m gonna track them down, just you wait.”

James feels like he might pass out from the anxiety. He swallows hard, trying to sound calm. “Sirius, don’t—please.”

“Oh, I’m telling you, mate, I’m going full detective mode when we get back,” Sirius continues, completely unaware of how red James has become. “You’re in for it, Prongs. Someone’s got a thing for OUR little brother.”

James just wishes he could disappear into the floor. He knows Sirius has no idea it’s him, and the thought of his best friend figuring it out just makes him more nervous. “Sirius, please, just—forget it,” he mutters, wishing this whole thing would vanish.

Sirius just laughs louder. “Nah, Prongs, I’m telling you, I’m finding this J.F.P. and giving them a piece of my mind when we get back.”

James is sweating bullets now, heart racing as he frantically tries to steer the conversation away. He has no idea how long he can keep up this act before Sirius catches on.

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womp womp

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The old house

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Sirius: Which one of you was going to tell me that tea tastes different if you put it in hot water

Lily,*slowly puts her book down *: Y-You were putting it in cold water....

Sirius: ....

Remus: Padfoot? Answer the question. Sirius!

Sirius: Yeah I thought for like 5 years that people just put it in hot water to speed up the tea-ification process. Didn't realize there was an actual reason.

Everyone: ....

Sirius: You think I have the patience to boil water?

Regulus: You don't have the patience to microwave water for 3 minutes????

James,*grabbing him*: Why are you. putting it in the microwave to boil it?!

Regulus: Do you think I have the patience to boil water on the stove?!

Remus: Fuck Regulus you too!!??!!

James: It takes less than a minute!

Marlene: IS YOUR STOVE TOP POWERED BY THE FUCKING SUN?????

James: HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE YOU TO BOIL A CUP OF WATER ON THE STOVE!??!

Remus: Like 7 minutes!

James: Just stick the mug on top of the stove on medium heat and it boils in like 2 minutes less than that and you use a saucepan.

Pandora *taking notes*: Everyone in this room is so creative :)

Dorcas*turning to Remus*: So no one in your house uses a fucking kettle!?

Remus: Its right there near the stove!!

Sirius: Wait a second... that's used to make tea??

Regulus: You told me it was there for aesthetic!!!!!!

James: So its not???

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Reggie and Sirius

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crimson rivers jegulus

regulus “where are his glasses” black and james “you’re hesitating, love” potter

fanart of ‘crimson rivers’ by bizarrestars on ao3

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HEADCANON i think Regulus was a happy baby compared to Sirius. Like, imagine this, i think Sirius was the type of baby who would cry non-stop, no matter what his parents did, he would cry and whine and do what babies do yk, and was just a difficult baby to take care of in general, but Regulus on the other hand was a happy, giggling, smiling baby. And like, this dynamic would continue into when they were kids. Regulus would find Sirius hilarious, and would follow him around everywhere. Regulus would probably have one of those really contagious laughs that are like, you know when kids laugh? and they're giggling and can't breathe, it's like that. And I feel like Sirius would always be causing trouble, but not because he hates his parents, not yet anyway, but because as an older sibling, he likes to show Regulus that he's cool and he wants Regulus to look up to him.

Now when Sirius goes to Hogwarts, Regulus laughs less cause their no more happiness in the house, but it's back when Sirius comes back of course, and tell's Regulus all the things that happened. But once Regulus goes to hogwarts (and gets sorted into slytherin) they start talking less, even at home. Sirius starts rebelling more, and Regulus starts to keep more to himself, mental health definitely getting worse. Even around his friends he never lets himself go and laugh like he used to, they only get a chuckle or two, and thats on his good days. And during his school years, before getting the dark mark, he would just continue to shield himself from others, creating a cold personaity for himself to keep others away, though his friends knew the "real" him. But as his parents got worse, and Sirius left home for the Potter's, he got worse mentally and physically as he kept himself safe from his parents.

When he gets the dark mark, and he's finally alone and spiralling, he just lets out a hysterical laugh and there's no more of the childhood innocence and no more joy in the laugh, it's just filled with anguish as he as he tries to hold back tears annd sobs by laughing. yeah And then he yk dies

But to add to this imagine all their relatives knowing Regulus and his laugh and like, their cousins loved making little Regulus laugh and while Sirius was the moody one yk But in hogwarts everyone knows Sirius Black. He's charismatic and whatever but everyone questions how he's even related to Regulus. If they didn't look so alike, no one would even guess they were related.

I guess there could be a happier side to this (if ur a jegulus fan), as he and james start to talk adn get moore serious yk. even tho Regulus won't admit it, James makes him laugh. With James, Regulus can relax and laugh like a child again, and it sounds just as it did when he was younger, filled with joy and the childhood innocence he thought he had lost. And then he reconnects with his brother and they all live happily ever after the end :0

someone's probably already talked about this but i thought it would be interesting especially since younger regulus contrasts older regulus, and vice vera with sirius but also sirius and regulus contrasts each other. parallels or whatever i might just be using words to seem smart lol the black brother just make me sick i love them sm this idea just came to my head as i once again procrastinated studying but luckily exams are over now so yippee?

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Barty: Why do you always dress like you’re going to a funeral?

Regulus: Oh you do not want to see me going to a funeral

~funeral flashbacks~

Regulus: WHAT THE FUCK DO I WEAR SIRIUS?

Sirius: Just wear this-

Regulus: BUT I ALWAYS WEAR THAT! THAT’S CASUAL CLOTHES FOR ME…

Regulus: *Finds something* Can I wear this?

Sirius: Sure

Regulus: *Throws clothes to the side* NO, THAT SOUNDED JUDGMENTAL

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Devils minion scream au doodle

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Regulus: Take me to art museums and make out with me.

James: But they said not to touch the masterpieces.

Regulus: Did you just...?

James: But you know something?

Regulus : What?

James: Somebody's gotta pin the artwork to the wall.

Sirius: James if you touch my brother i will hang you

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Regulus: i've only said i love you to three people. my brother, Pandora, and James when he got hit by a bladger and was dying from the head injury . I only regret one of those.

Remus: which one?

Regulus: James. he recovered like 2 days later so I just looked like an idiot

James: we're married

Regulus: still.

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In my head Sirius had a one sided beef with Barty, like Sirius hated Barty so much. Mainly because Barty was a lot like Bella, and it stressed Sirius out that he and regulus were best friends, so much so that when he stared to think Barty and regulus where getting too close, he lifted the “no dating my baby brother” rule and started to plan on how to get regulus and James together