#REGULUS IS A LEO

[starchaserdreams]

Regulus Black is a fucking Leo, regardless of what that nonsense site in Google's search results says. His birthday has to be July 25, 1961. I will not be taking any further questions and I am putting this date in my calendar. It is resolved and that is his birthday now.

[the-wolf-and-moon]

Regulus, Lion's Heart

[flymetothemoony]

marauders log

[got-the-cheese-touch]

the amount of fictional men that i would let ruin my life is concerning.

[angoragangrene]

Opening the x reader tags after ur bi-monthly breakdown moodboard

[celestialgalaxyglow]

Lily: While I’m gone, James, you’re in charge.

James: Yes!

Lily, whispering to Regulus: You're secretly in charge.

Regulus: Obviously.

Harry and Leo whispering: Thank Merlin.

[project-sekai-archives]

㊗️Today, October 27th, is

💫Leo/need🎸

🎉🎂Honami Mochizuki's birthday🎂🎉

The birthday illustration was done by LOWRISE (@L0WR15E)✨

[t1oui]

thinking about how living w regulus would affect harry like

he's such a fucking snob about everything. food, decor, fashion, you name it, he's got opinions on it.

he does ballet despite being the least graceful person on the planet. he's somehow pretty good at it, likely out of spite

speaks french

very much a cat person, has a cat named leo who is his baby

like yk how james and sirius are extremely codependent? that's how harry is w leo. both of them can not handle being apart from each other too long

reads a lot of stories

thinks seeker is the best quidditch position

on that note, lots of slytherin house pride. james hates it. harry refuses to put any gryffindor decorations up in his room

harry loves taking pictures just like reg so the house is filled with photographs

and ofc harry is snobby about what types of cameras he uses thanks to reg. james now just lets them deal with the cameras & photography stuff bc he's scared to get the wrong thing lol

harry is taller than reg but bc dysphoria all of reg's old clothes (like quidditch jerseys + hoodies and stuff) are his size so half his wardrobe is from reg's hogwarts days

definitely the type of guy to change his bedding & curtains & everything in his room based on the season. will anybody actually be in there other than him and his parents? not really, but he MUST redecorate

idk what this even means but snobby about candles. this is another thing james is scared to buy him

harry and reg speak french w each other more than english

since james doesn't speak french w harry (i hc he's only comfortable speaking it w reg) harry is used to having a conversation in two different languages so sometimes he'll be speaking french w his friends without noticing

he'll be in the middle of a rant and realize they don't understand a thing he's saying lol

reg and harry control the decorating for every holiday, every birthday, etc.

the one thing harry knows how to do that reg doesn't/reg didn't teach him is cooking. reg never cooked for himself as a child so james was the one who taught him

doesn't look like it most of the time but all of harry's clothes are very expensive... did i mention he's a snob

harry is such a dry texter/writer... he's such a dick about grammar when it comes to writing even tho he can barely string a sentence together when speaking

deeply sarcastic (look! a canon detail! we never thought we'd see that on this account, did we?)

will take his partners on the most expensive dates & whatnot like it's nothing... cedric the farmboy™️ is not prepared

writes sad boy poetry when he gets annoyed w someone... like harry will storm off all pissed and then he comes back 20 mins later with a beautifully written, very angry poem for whoever made him mad

has so many clothes & different curtains and bedding sets for different seasons that he also uses the closet in the guest room (reg takes up 99% of his and james's closet for the same reason)

has an inherent hatred of fake plants

bedroom is simultaneously tidy and so messy a hurricane might as well have come through

leaves a book behind everywhere he goes

secretly the worst sense of humor lmao

he may not have gotten his love of drawing/painting from regulus, but you def see reg in the way he is, you guessed it, a massive snob about art supplies

soooo indecisive. redoes his room at least twice a year

an asshole when he gets less than 10 hours of sleep... he's mildly tolerable after 3 cups of coffee (black, of course) but you might as well just ignore him until he gets a nap in

on that note is very good at making coffee and is, drum roll please, a massive snob about it. who would've guessed (somebody count how many times i've said snob in this post and comment it please and thank you)

if he doesn't like a gift he's horrible at pretending he's happy w it so people usually go through reg whenever they buy him something... this goes both ways too, people go through harry when buying something for reg

is visually james and lily's but in personality is really just reg's (and also lily's... he definitely inherited his spite from her lol)

is a crazy cat lady by age 20

at least 10 pictures of leo in his room... he has whole photoshoots for her and she poses for them

might as well not hang out w harry at his house bc he'll make out with his cat the whole time

loves going to art museums w regulus

he's a, surprise surprise, snob about art. james just doesn't comment on art altogether atp

his vocabulary is a weird mashup of french, english, and hindi that makes it very hard for anybody who doesn't know him well to understand what he's saying lol

looks angry until he smiles (he got this from lily but a life with reg has perfected it)

needs a golden retriever to his black cat in any given relationship (enter cedric and cho) (yes i'm going to push my rarepair on everyone reading this)

tl;dr being raised by/living w regulus has turned harry into a massive snob about literally everything and regulus is proud of it (blink twice if you need help, james)

[siriuslysmoking]

Fictober | 2024

The 13 days of Fictober

Starts Saturday October 19th

Everyday at 11

Includes: Fluff (plenty of it), angst (also plenty), smut is marked with *, feel good stuff to make me happy and hopefully you <3

A/N: they’re not all as long as fics, it’s a bunch of blurbs that I don’t want to write 1k+ for.

Day 1 - Percy and the Pumpkin Patch

Day 2 - Werewolf Clarisse

Day 3 - Regulus and the Corn Maze

Day 4 - James and Costumess

Day 5 - Leo and the daughter of Hecate

Day 6 - Haunted House with Blaise

Day 7 - Siren Reader with Percy

Day 8 - Eddie and a Scary Movie

Day 9 - Vampire Blaise

Day 10 - Ghost Reader with James

Day 11 - Leo with daughter of Hades

Day 12 - Clarisse and Spooky Actor Reader

Day 13 - Steve and Pumpkin Carving

Comment if you want to be tagged for all or specific days <33

[fruitcoops]

Clean Slate

Ah, the passage of time. If anyone has been here since the first phone call, you may be entitled to financial compensation (or an AARP membership). Character credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

“Reg?”

On the first ring, as always. “Hey.”

“…hi?”

“I was thinking about going back to Gryff for Christmas.”

“Oh.” Surprise, but pleasant surprise. Regulus shook his pan of sausage. “Yeah, sounds good. You always have a room here. Or were you staying with the cubs?”

“With you.” He stretched his neck from side-to-side. Tension bled out of his forehead and shoulders at the familiar roll of French on his tongue. “If that’s okay.”

“Always,” Sirius answered immediately, almost hasty. Regulus wasn’t sure they’d ever get past that. Ah, well. The damage was done.

The line remained quiet for a moment. Sausage sizzled, and he turned to the pile of green beans on the cutting board. Leo had taught him how to snap the ends off with his fingernails, and though he was better now about not chewing them to the quick, he still didn’t like the feeling of stuff stuck beneath them. Regulus had really only called to clarify plans.

“How—how are your friends?”

“Good.” Sirius liked to talk, even if he wasn’t very good at it. “Jax and Kris set up the living room last night.”

“Do they still have that stupid poster?”

Regulus snorted under his breath and carefully sliced the tip off another bean. “They tried to hang it in the window.”

Sirius groaned.

Regulus grinned. He supposed he could have a little mercy. “Don’t worry, it’s under my bed.”

“Somehow, that’s worse.”

“I can’t get rid of it. It’s their favorite possession. They have a thing for your long hair and the murder face. Jax is still waiting for the day you spontaneously get divorced and need a hot young college student to rebound.”

He wasn’t sure whether the gagging sound Sirius made was real or exaggerated. As long as he was in mild torment, Regulus was happy. A simple, ever-amusing perk of long-distance communication.

“I hope your classmates are less in tune with pop culture.”

“Hockey, yes. Pop culture, no.” Regulus eyed the pan, then added another knob of butter to be safe. There was nothing worse than a burnt vegetable. “And my classes are going well, thank you for asking.”

“You’re welcome.”

He rolled his eyes. It didn’t matter that Sirius couldn’t see it; the message would certainly get through.

“Don’t make that face at me.”

“I’m not making a face.”

“You always make faces.”

Regulus stuck his tongue out at the microwave above the stove.

“I can feel you doing it again.”

“That was a different one. I’m taking physics 3 this year and it’s making me want to eat a doorknob already.”

“You’re anemic enough that it would probably help.”

“I take my supplements!” Regulus argued, shaking his pan. “Not my fault we were force-fed protein in fucking sun-less Canada.”

“We had sun, you just never went outside,” Sirius countered, like it was some sort of argument. “I don’t have to take supplements.”

“Well, you’re perfect and bulletproof, as everyone knows.”

“Exactly.”

Regulus angled his face at the dark phone screen when he pulled a face this time. It was a good one. Pity that Sirius couldn’t see it. He should’ve gone for FaceTime.

“Are you starting a fire?”

“I’m making dinner.”

“So…yes?”

“Not all of us have a home cook.”

“I can cook now.”

“Oh, you’ve been housebroken.” Regulus blew out a mouthful of steam as he tested a piece of sausage. “How thrilling for Lupin.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“Takes one to know one. I learned that last week.”

He could feel Sirius shaking his head. “Knutty is formally banned from teaching you new slang.”

“You’ve never said ‘no’ to him in his entire career.” Regulus let the line hang silent for another half-minute as he turned the burner off and began scraping his dinner into a bowl. It still bore a faint orange tinge from last year’s finals-week spaghetti run. He fished a piece of pasta out of the water and popped it in his mouth, grimacing at the heat on his tongue. It was cooked well enough—at least, he was hungry enough to forgive a more al dente texture.

“By the way,” he started, as if his stomach wasn’t stuttering. “I think I’ll be back in time for family skate.”

The shuffling sounds on Sirius’ end came to an abrupt halt. “That’s nice,” came the faux-casual answer.

Anxiety made a valiant effort to claw up and silence his tongue. “I was thinking about going.”

“Well,” Sirius began, then paused. Regulus swallowed a few times to clear the block in his throat while Sirius pondered. “I—yeah, sounds good.”

“I want to.”

“Good.” Sirius’ relief was audible. “Okay, good. You can change your mind.”

“Don’t be weird about it,” Regulus ordered as he toed his slippers on and made his way to the apartment’s tiny coffee table. They’d get chairs at some point, but for now three pillows sat on the floor beside it.

“I’m never weird.”

“Boo, liar.”

“Freak.”

“I’m telling Lupin.”

“Do it. He likes me better. I can cook.”

“I’m—” Regulus caught himself at the last second and felt Sirius’ breath hitch on the other end of the line in anticipation. “—not joking, I actually want to go and play stupid ice fetch with your irritating friends, and nobody is making me feel pressured.”

“Okay.”

“Don’t sound so…” He wrinkled his nose and stuffed a mouthful of pasta into his mouth. “Smiley.”

“It’ll be good to have you home.”

“If you’re weird, I’m staying with Leo,” Regulus threatened. “For real, this time.”

“Right, because you love being around people who are engaged and anywhere near a holiday, or mistletoe, or the magic of Christmas—”

His loud groan silenced Sirius’ words, but not his laughter. “Get your laughs in now, before I whoop your ass on the ice.”

“Would love to see you try.”

“Don’t sound so thrilled.”

“Everyone else is going to underestimate you. I won’t be nice like that.”

“You’re never nice,” Regulus lied.

Sirius let him eat in peace until he was scraping the last bits of cheese from the bottom of the bowl. He heard the faint beeping of the dishwasher buttons in the background and glanced at his own sink, nearly overflowing with haphazard dishes from the first chaotic weeks of their senior year. The apartment was a pleasant change from living on campus, such as it was. Jax and Kris had offered to pay rent—tried to strongarm him, really—but a few withering looks had finally made them relent. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was his. Theirs.

The string lights lining the ceiling weren’t strictly allowed, but Regulus liked their gentle blue cast. The blanket Remus and Sirius had sent as a housewarming gift sat cozily on the back of their couch. Curtains from Jax’s mother let in just the right amount of light in the mornings.

“Call me if you need anything, okay?”

The sound of Sirius’ voice in his earbuds startled him. “Yeah,” Regulus said. “Yeah, sure.”

“Even for laundry.” Sirius tried for wry, and it made Regulus crack a small smile, but it was gentler than either of them intended. “Don’t shrink your clothes. Check the tags.”

Always do, he thought, but kept it down. “Good advice. No centipedes here, yet.”

Sirius’ laugh was a little weak. “You’re just not looking hard enough.”

“Eugh, don’t say that.” Regulus blinked fast, tipping his head toward the ceiling. “Hey, this washer even has a ‘normal’ setting, if you can believe it.”

“Oh, wow. Lucky you.”

Picking up the phone on the first ring, always. For four years straight. “I’ll see you at Christmas.”

“We can come up in October, if you want.”

Of course Sirius had the academic calendar on-hand. “I’ll be gone that weekend with the guys. We didn’t want to be around all the new parents. They’re very damp.”

“And you melt when water touches you, of course.”

“Of course.”

Sirius let out a quiet breath. “See you at Christmas, Reg. Call me when you have flights.”

“Mhm.”

“Stay safe.”

“Always do.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do here,” he corrected.

“Fine.”

“Miss you.” The streetlights down the road were just starting to come on. “Say hi to Lupin for me.”

“He’s in the other room,” Sirius offered. “You can say it yourself.”

“I’ll talk to you both enough at Christmas.”

“Call any time. And let us know when you hear back about graduation tickets.”

What a terrifying thought to leave for the end of the call. “I’ll forward it to you.”

“I’ll keep an eye out.”

“Okay. Bye.” And before he could second-guess himself—“I’ll be home soon.”

“Don’t talk to strangers,” Sirius answered. Regulus heard the truth under it. “And do your laundry.”

[logolepsy-babble]

[urcatwrites]

to back up my previous claim let’s play a game called SPOT THE DIFFERENCE

[starcrossedbrothers]

regulus black who was expected to be a leo, due to be born near the end of july, but was born almost a month early, at the tail end of june. premature with complications, he's born on the brink of death. amid the panic and concern as he's watched for weeks like a hawk by the best healers money could buy, sirius black, not even two years old, understands only that he has a brother now but he might not for long.

regulus black who knows this story like he knows his face in the mirror, who has never not known that he narrowly escaped death. and death becomes something familiar, his own mortality something he comes to have an odd kinship with, as he grows from an anxious boy into a teenager numbed by pain and melancholy.

and sirius black, who knows this story but has no memory of it, grows up with a feeling he can never quite get rid of that regulus is in danger. that his little brother must be protected, or he will lose him, an impulse that grows strained with pain and resentment, stretches thinner and thinner as time goes on but never snaps. until an obituary appears in the prophet and sirius finds a photo of his little brother, barely grown, staring back at him, meeting his eyes for the first time in years.

[theicarusconstellation]

NEW REGGIE NEW REGGIE NEW REGGIE

[lulublack90]

Prompt 20 - Constellation

@jegulus-microfic June 20, Word count 476

Previous part First part

Regulus was still reeling from coming home to find Barty on his doorstep. He had no idea who Evan was, but he was grateful he’d turned up and defused the situation because Sirius may have looked calm, but he was just waiting for Barty to make one wrong move, and he’d have launched himself at Regulus's ex. 

Remus slid a cup of hot chocolate across the kitchen table towards him. He grabbed the cup and wrapped his hands around it, relishing the burning heat as it warmed his hands. 

“So that was fun,” Sirius joked as he opened a packet of chocolate hobnobs and dumped the whole packet onto a plate that he placed in the middle of the table. Remus immediately snatched one up and dunked it into his hot chocolate. 

Sirius was flipping the card Evan gave him over in his hand. “What are we going to do the next time he ‘stops by’? We can’t keep letting this happen,” Sirius muttered darkly. 

“He’ll get the picture eventually,” Regulus replied quietly. He wanted all this Barty business to be over with. He was sick of having to look over his shoulder all the time. “Can we just stop talking about him now? We were having a good time until he turned up,” he looked over at the stuffed lion James had won for him. It made him smile. No one had ever won anything for him. 

They finished up their hot chocolates and said goodnight. Regulus insisted that James use the bathroom first, and he’d wait. In the quietness of his room, he let out a shaky breath. Would Barty ever leave him alone? He just wanted to be free of him. Live his new life and enjoy it. He put his lion on the dresser and opened the sash window fully, slipping out onto his little balcony. He lifted his head to the skies and sought out the Leo constellation and from there his namesake.

His star glittered back at him brightly, but a little to its right was a far brighter star. His brother’s star. He sighed, Barty had been the only one to prefer him over Sirius. Even James had bonded far more with Sirius than he ever had. He was always going to be that little bit duller than Sirius. Always to the left and never beside. Inferior. 

“Hey, love, bathrooms free,” James said happily as he poked his head out of the window.

“Thanks,” Regulus smiled back. He knew it hadn’t quite met his eyes, but James didn’t say anything about it. 

When he came back to his bedroom, James was already snuggled under the covers. Regulus paused a second when he passed his dresser before scooping up his lion and getting into bed. He hugged it all night long while James held him close in his strong arms.  

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[flyingdreamerwriter]

PJO AU FOR THE MARAUDERS

So basically the classic PJO AU...

EXCEPT that James is Percy and Lily is Annabeth because I'm sorry but Jily and Percabeth ???? Same vibes

And Severus could be Luke, that old friend Lily trusted but turned to the dark side.

And, ofc Regulus is Nico, the darkness' child with a crush on that heroic golden boy.

Sirius is Bianca :) and I can see Remus being Grover but I don't rlly know how wolfstar would fit.

Clarisse is Bellatrix because it sounds right.

Charles and Silena... What about Alice and Narcissa?