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Lily: so what gender are you attracted to?

Sirius, whispering to Remus: what are you?

Remus, not looking up from his book: gender is a construct.

Sirius: nerds.

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I’m just a girl, I hear Hozier and I think about Jegulus

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sister - february 11 - black brothers - trans regulus - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 248 - (I used a similar idea in Clandestine, but I can't get enough of it)

Biting his lip, fourteen-year-old Sirius Black stood in front of the mirror and gazed at his reflection for a brief moment. He bit his lip and nodded to himself before opening his mouth to speak. “I have a brother,” he said softly, voice wobbling a bit, lacking confidence. 

He sighed, then tried again.

“I have a brother,” he repeated, voice stronger this time. “His name is Regulus.”

His reflection seemed satisfied, at least.

Turning, he found a stuffed animal on his bed and picked it up, only feeling a little stupid. “Hi, nice to meet you,” he said to the stuffed frog, laughing to himself a little as he grabbed one of the stuffed webbed feet and shook it. “Siblings? Yes, I have one. His name is Regulus. He’s thirteen. He’s a Slytherin and he’s kind of a prat but I still care about him for some stupid reason.”

The empty eyes of the stuffed frog stared at him and Sirius decided that the frog (dubbed ‘horse’ by Peter) believed him.

He looked back to his reflection, swallowing thickly. “Regulus is my brother. Sh-he likes to read and argue and play Quidditch. And he’s a boy,” he told himself earnestly.

Yes. That was right.

He practiced for several more minutes.

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“Will you pass the salt to your sister?” Walburga Black asked Sirius several hours later as they sat down for dinner.

“Brother,” Sirius corrected confidently, voice firm.

Regulus’s answering grin could have lit up the entire city.

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Someone to be the “Sirius be quiet!” to my “oh quiet yourself Remus!”

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Too much love around in this valentine season, time for some sad wolfstar

Quote from the poetry book Save me an orange by Hayley Grace

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dorcas supremacy

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sunseeker doodle

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Reggie in his Angela from The Office mood it's kinda a vibe

Regulus:"I went outside today and met a guy so cute I just had to go home with him. I'm sorry James"

James:...

James:"Where's the cat"

Regulus opening his jacket to reveal the kitten:"ISN'T HE ADORABLE'

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Natasha is more than a *little* distracted

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james: isn't it weird that we pay money to see other people?

peter: plane tickets?

sirius: concert tickets?

remus: prostitution?

james, holding his broken frames: glasses.

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Regulus is an absolute BABY when he gets sick.

He can take literally anything else- a broken bone and he won’t even bat an eye, paper cuts are almost a regular occurrence, and he wears a bruise like it’s a fashion statement- but the flu? A cold?

No.

He hates it with a passion because there’s nothing he can do to stop it. He can wash his hands a thousand times, disinfect surfaces regularly, and there’s still going to be some snot nosed toddler coughing ahead of him in the grocery line.

So, every time he gets sick he’s dramatic and he wallows like he’s going to die, like some sickly victorian child, like suffering is imminent.

Of course James indulges him, lets him cuddle up in bed, makes a soup Effie always cooked when he was younger, tucks him in and kisses him even though Regulus will protest with “stop James you’re gonna catch it!” And he’ll just smile and kiss him again because “but you look so sad.”

By the end of it James does indeed get sick, but that just means they are both sick and miserable together.

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"Barty has a knife kink!"

"Barty has a blood kink!"

"Barty has a biting kink!"

No. Barty has an Evan kink. Evan's into this? Cool. So is Barty now. He could find it the most utterly foul thing when he hears about it, but the moment Evan's doing it? He loves it.

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hair - february 10 - black brothers - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 425

“Hey, Sirius?” Regulus asked, quite sure he was going to pass out.

He’d been building up to this for weeks. Talking himself up to this moment, sending letters to Pandora and Dorcas and Evan and Barty, trying to get the courage to speak his mind. But he was terrified. Sirius was the only family he had left, and if he hated him….but he also wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep quiet.

Sirius, completely oblivious, stared at the chessboard in between them and pointed at a few pieces, whispering to himself, before murmuring, “Yeah?”

“What…” he swallowed and steeled himself, “what would you do if I cut my hair short?”

His brother’s eyes flickered up to him once and back down to the pieces. “Nothing. I mean, you’d probably look a bit like a boy, but I’d get over it. Why?” He picked up a pawn and moved it.

Regulus let out a shuddering breath. “What if…what if I wanted to look like a boy?” he asked, gnawing at his lip so roughly he tasted blood.

This time, when Sirius looked up, his eyes lingered. “What? Why?” he asked, his voice not judgemental, but curious.

Gods, he was going to make him spell it out. Regulus looked away, stomach roiling. “Because I…” he swallowed again, wanting to melt into the floor. “Because I am….a boy,” he answered, voice barely a whisper.

There. He’d said it.

For what felt like forever but was probably only a few seconds, Sirius said nothing. But he nodded and cleared his throat. “Alright, then. It’s your turn, yeah?”

Regulus met his eyes and gaped. “It’s-what?”

“It’s your turn. I’m about three moves away from slaughtering you, mind,” Sirius repeated, completely casual.

“Did you just hear what I said?” Regulus demanded, sure he was dreaming.

“Yeah, I mean…not much for me to say about it, yeah? I start calling you my brother and- oh! You probably want a different name, yeah?” Sirius rambled, still completely unbothered. “But other than that, it’s whatever you want. Just tell me what to do to help and I’ll do it,” he shrugged. “After I beat you in this game, of course.”

He took a long time to digest that before replying. “Regulus,” he mumbled. “Hmm?” Sirius hummed, distractedly looking at the chessboard again.

“My name’s Regulus.”

“Alright. Regulus, then. Make a move so I can kill your king, yeah? Then we can cut your hair and do whatever else you need,” Sirius grinned.

And, giving his brother a small, relieved smile, Regulus moved his queen. 

Note: obviously being trans/transitioning is much more than just a haircut. this is just one small optional facet.

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Regulus: I HATE gryffindors

James: Reggie we don't hate

Regulus: I hate gryffindooors

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If you see me getting manipulated by a Regulus Black kin don’t be worried I’m exactly where I wanna be

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"smile for me, moony"

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When James gets mad at regulus, Regulus doesn’t say sorry. Instead, he goes to James to kiss every part of his face. He would kiss his temple, his nose, the sides of his nose, his lips, the sides of it, his ears, hundreds of times on his cheeks, on his eyelids, the sides of it, his eyebrows, everywhere. James would just start giggling when Regulus doesn’t stop and know it is an apology. And of course, James would forgive him.