#Reg hates being called Baby Black

[jackcryptid]

What you see when you step into the Slytherin common room.

[ih3artreggie]

guys, it's finally happening. annalations is back in session, with today's yap being about...

REGULUS BLACK IN MY DRs

yeah. it's THE regulus post. IM FINALLY DOING IT!!!!!!!!!!!!

so far, reg is in five drs of mine: marauders (duh), f1, asoiaf, twilight (bear with me), and kingsman. today i will be detailing what he's like in those drs because i am lowkey very proud of myself for being creative and fitting him in as well as i can. and also i love him. BLEUUUUGH!!!!

the BASICS about him:

he's a leo. his birthday is august 7, and he's a little less than a year younger than me (COUGAR ALERT!!! 😱). the original reason he's an august baby is cause i refused to have him be more than a year younger than me in my marauders dr... but now it's kind of stuck, and he is like 100% a leo in my head. Well yes!

he is in fact half french and speaks it fluently

in every dr he's in, sirius is his brother. i am not being responsible for separating them (again...)

he is also always bffs with evan. i'm not separating them EITHER!!

i don't have a specific fc for him - no one fits my vision. timothée chalamet is probably the closest you can get, but there are several people who have an element of regulus to them, those being: elijah hewson, alain delon, and (occasionally) mark eydelshteyn.

HUGELY IMPORTANT!!! he has grey eyes and faint freckles on his nose. FIGHT ME IDGAF

and now... drum roll for... the JUICY STUFF!!!

‧₊˚❀ MARAUDERS REALITY ༉‧₊˚.

regulus is like. default regulus in this dr, because – of course! – this is the source material (regrettably)

we are both in seventh year...

he's the slytherin prefect and seeker. Yay.

i am also seeker on the gryffindor team. Bound to be total, utter joy competing against him

MY SPURNED MORTAL ENEMY!!!.............. unless?

we've known each other since we were 6 and 7 years old, and from that point on we were great friends

he was best friends with evan, and i was best friends with sirius, but despite that, him and i were really close, and had a much more... tame? vibe

(sirius and i were/are crazy)

this, however, was until fifth year when he randomly decided to dump me. in front of the whole school. on the quidditch pitch. after i won. Soooo cool!

so now we don't like each other (we are both liars)

i guess you could call us more rivals than enemies but he sure does not do me any favours

although he does have a penchant for staring at me in potions... must be the humidity playing tricks on me

DISCLAIMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he is not a death eater. won't happen ever. NOT ON MY WATCH!!! #NotMyRegulus

‧₊˚❀ F1 REALITY ༉‧₊˚.

controversially, regulus is Not an f1 driver in this dr. Sorry! i am too weak to date my coworkers 💔 (+ he'd hate it)

rather, he studies classics at oxford (cough... NERD...) and is a piano tutor in his spare time

i've known him since we were 13 or 14 – him and evan met in boarding school, and i would see a LOT of him because of how close they were

we did not get along in the beginning, which was entirely my fault 😞

long story short, we were rivals/frenemies for a while until we eventually grew out of it and didn't see each other as often

we hung out at a party last year, but fell victim to miscommunication (NOOO!!! NOOOOOO!) and now have beef AGAIN!!!!!!

but never fear! everything will work out because he will mysteriously show up at the first race of the season in bahrain, looking to talk to me!

#Pray4Me

#I'mGoingToDie

‧₊˚❀ ASOIAF REALITY ༉‧₊˚.

this dr is very much still in the works (so bear with me me if some of this doesn't make exact sense), but i am quite proud of it...

i made house black an actual house of the north. their land, or territory that they control, is called the blacklands, and it's known for being a freaking horror movie

in this dr, sirius was a (very good but very slutty) knight who suspiciously went missing... (ran away to the free cities), leaving reg as the sole heir...

regulus black, now lord of his family and house after his father was taken ill, finds himself in a living nightmare – aligned with house bolton, complicit in the betrayal of the starks, and surrounded on all sides by stark allies

guess what. motherfucker gets kidnapped

for less than 12 hours though!

somehow the shittiest mormont bannermen are tasked with taking him (they obviously know that regulus has never held a sword in his LIFE)

lucky for him, i stumble upon him in a bit of a pickle, and decide to help him out. you know, being a knight of valour and justice and all that

guys it's nothing! really it's just a day in the life of the best knight in westeros (jaime lannister i'm gonna end u).

this little run-in basically puts us on a tedious road back to getting him to his family

hilarity ensues, and ends with me swearing allegiance to him and ONLY him. NOT his family. romance is in fact not dead and neither is my undying devotion

sirius also comes back from the dead after hearing about regulus being in trouble, which adds MORE drama to everything

"unhand my brother!" (i promptly laugh in his face)

MORE hilarity ensues, because everyone eventually finds out who i actually am (balon greyjoy's daughter). fun for all the family!

if you can't tell, this dr is a bit unserious. i don't really like everyone getting stabbed to death or burnt alive, so i will in fact be working my way around that (somehow). Stay Tuned!

‧₊˚❀ TWILIGHT REALITY ༉‧₊˚.

now, the lore is deep with this one

regulus is a vampire. YAY! but was also a wizard! Oh?

yeah. this is sort of a hp x twilight dr, but i have no interaction with the magic side of it because i dont want to. TAKE THAT!

DISCLAIMER 2!!! he has never taken a human life and point blank refuses to even think about it

basically, similar to canon, regulus died trying to destroy horcruxes, but didn't... actually... die. he was turned into a vampire

AGAIN!!!!!!! HE WAS NOT A DEATH EATER!!!!! just a fucking genius

anyways he went to albania to try and find that fuckass diadem and ended up getting bit by a vampire at the age of 19. good for him (he thinks it's worse than death #EdwardCullenCore)

vampires and wizards have MAJOR arcane ancient beef (like in the hp books) and so regulus was turned almost entirely out of spite. it was a huge FUCK YOU! from his maker

because vampires are technically dead, as soon as he was turned, he lost all his magic, and all connection to the magical world. it was basically as if he never had any in the first place

once he was changed, he had to learn everything from the beginning, because he knew nothing about non-magical society

it also caused an identity crisis because he spent his whole life being told that his family was superior because they were "pureblooded" but none of it mattered in relation to magic because. DEATH IS THE GREAT EQUALIZER!!

anywho

he basically hid out in the scottish highlands for a couple decades, learning how to assimilate with society and act human

he also pretended to be his own descendant and has inherited his own house twice by doing it. (i think edward also does the same thing from memory...)

he finds it very amusing to give his fictional descendants the worst names possible as well. the last name he made up was HERCULES BLACK?????????? putain de merde, as the french say

he also found a way into the magical world and tried to see sirius (did not go well; he hasn't tried again)

he went out looking for other vampires because he realised he knew nothing after 40 something years as one, and eventually ended up at the cullens

which is where i come in!

imagine my surprise when i – friend of the quileutes, sworn enemy of edward cullen, and freshly back from australia – am ambushed on my shift at the hospital by a new freaking vampire! and he's HOT?! I'm COOKED!

anyways! L for jasper as well because reg is younger than him and has way better self control. bulletproof self control actually

also regulus' power is. he can sort of hypnotise people? he can make eye contact with someone and put them in a trance – they won't remember anything for a period of 30 seconds to 5 minutes depending on how long he looks at them for

alice has taken to calling him medusa while i was away LMFAOOOOO

‧₊˚❀ KINGSMAN REALITY ༉‧₊˚.

no header for this one, since it's pretty much just a feeling i have

once again, this is sort of a crossover dr between slow horses and kingsman

before i was part of kingsman, i worked at mi5, alongside river cartwright (before he was put in slough house)

i was one of their top agents, and seriously well respected

at this point, i only knew regulus as evan's best friend, and a pretentious rich kid

that is until, on an assignment, i was following a target, and ran into him doing the exact same thing. we were following the same person, for the same reason. it was essentially that spiderman meme of us pointing at each other (with guns unfortunately)

anyways uhh the run in was not friendly and shots were in fact fired (HE WOULDN'T TELL ME WHY TF HE WAS THERE!!!!!!!)

after this incident, i was put on leave. like Fine but WTF

i was contacted by a man called will green (agent Gawain (DEV PATEL!!!)), who said he'd seen the footage of my run in with regulus, reviewed my record at mi5, and wanted to talk

WHAT FOOTAGE?! i was bewildered, but agreed to meet (i needed a job)

anyways, this was my induction into kingsman. he nominated me as a candidate for the position of agent viviane, and i passed all the trials with flying colours

regulus (agent Tristan) was not pleased

since then (seeing as that was 2 years ago), we have been in constant competition

he wont me fr he's just way too petty to admit it

to be fair, i still spite him for fucking up my career in the service, so. we're even

i lowkey just came up with all that kingsman lore on the spot, but yeah! if there's one thing i'm gonna do, it's make sure that i get my rivals to lovers!

ok. i think that's it. i'm running on 4.5 hours of sleep, but one thing is for certain: I LOVE REGULUS BLACK!!! they don't call me ih3artreggie for nothing!

ok good night, happy new years, and happy shifting everyone! until next time... Xx ❤︎

[hart269]

Slithering Hearts

Chapter 9

Pairing : Regulus Black x Fem! reader

Synopsis : You begin an unlikely friendship with the little Black. And soon your whole life seems to have become a tumultuous pathway. The catch, James Potter is your brother.

A/N : The plot thickens as Sirius runs away from home.

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Through the incessants knocking of the door at midnight, you had managed to be there first. Considering you were already awake, you had been the first to respond to the knocks, though you gripped your wand tight. It was storming outside, rain pelting down on the Potter Manor. Keets, your house elf stood behind you, although she argues to there first, you managed to keep her behind. You pried the door just as the frantic knocking stopped.

Out of all the things you had expected, a drenched Sirius Black wasn't one of them. He looked shabby, thin as if he hadn't eaten all summer. His knuckles were red and pale, clutching a small bag on one. His face had little cuts on them, and there were tears running down his face mixed with the rain water.

"Hello baby potter" he croaked. Another round of thunder cackled, as his body slumped, you screamed for James, lifting Sirius who was on his knees. Keets rushed to call your mom. James came running, running his hands through his tousled hair. Eyes widening at the sight of Sirius, he rushed to take him in his arms, getting his t-shirt soaked.

"Hey, Padfoot" James brushed his wet hair behind, "Be with me alright"

Sirius however kept crying, buried in his bestfriend's shoulder. The footsteps on the stairs, indicated, your parents rushing downstairs.

Sirius finally parted, "I had nowhere else to go, my mother she wanted me to join him".

Your eyes darted to the door, as if waiting for another figure to step in, coming back in disappointment.

James rubbed his back, "Join who, Sirius"

Sirius looked up in misery or fury, you couldn't tell, "Voldemort". Euphemia gasped hearing that name.

Sirius shook his head, "Euphs, I'm sorry for coming at this hour but I can't go back to that house".

Fleamont stepped forward, "Absolutely not, there is no chance you're going back to that house."

Sirius nodded, tears of appreciation flowed down his pale cheeks. Euphemia however looked in concern, "Sirius, dear, are you hurt?".

He however only gave a little grunt, "Nothing that bad", which in all its seriousness probably didn't mean much."

Your mom nodded, "I'll send some potions for you, James, honey take him to your room."

James moved with a "Yes mum". You left soon too, your mind still wandering about Reg, why didn't he come with Sirius, did they not let him, was he hurt or worse, Sirius didn't say anything to indicate his whereabouts.

You asked him that after breakfast, he however scoffed while you felt your heart sank, "I would advise you to stay away from him, he isn't what you think he is"

You weren't to back down soon, "Why would I, I have spent more time with him in the past few years than you did, I know him, Sirius, he isn't bad"

He sighed, "You're blinded by your itty bitty crush, he is just like them, he didn't even" He choked, "He didn't even seem to have an idea of what he's getting himself into, he's just mommy's little boy who will do whatever she tells him to"

"Do you really think of him like that because I know for a fact that he hates living there as much as you do, you think he likes to be there, that he enjoys being in her presence" you snapped.

He shook his head, glowering "Really, he wasn't the one who got punished for being in a different house, he wasn't the one his mother hates for simply fucking existing"

You took a deep breath, "You're right Sirius, you are, doesn't means he's that better off is it, you both live in the same house, and not to mention he loves you Sirius, he does, he won't say it, you won't say it but he is your brot-"

"Stop it, stop defending him, are you listening to yourself, he is fiooling you, he has turned to their side, no matter what you or I feel, he is gone to them".

Maybe the truth wasn't that Sirius never wanted to talk to Regulus, maybe it was that everytime he wanted to his brain shut him off. To admit he felt sympathy from his brother would have him accept Reg's pain along with his own, and he didn't feel brave enough to do so.

Summer went quietly, not a letter from Reg. You and Sirius eventually became civil with each other, hanging out all together. Soon, he became an unofficial Potter, heck he accidentaly called Euphemia mom once and now he had stuck with it.

The ride to Hogwarts express was filled with apprehension, you were sitting next to Amelia. You were hearing her talk about her Summer ignoring the sting you felt realising Regulus was now plainly ignoring you.

You knew there had to be something but you decided to wait until you could find him alone, which was near impossible. He wasn't to be seen in astronomy tower either. You waited and waited, until you snapped, dragging him away from Rosier and shoving him into an emoty classroom. Locking the door behind, you pointed the wand at his neck, "Any last words, Black?"

"Last words huh, you''re gonna kill me Potter, you can't even seem to stay away from me" he leaned over you.

"I bet ghost Regulus would be nicer, you have been avoiding me like a plague, some friend you are" You stared back at him with ferocity and an unrecognised softness.

"Then go, what are you waiting for?" he said, not looking at you.

"Is that it, Reg, Is that all you have to say, all you can say, have I not listened patiently to whatever troubles you" your voice went soft with each syllable.

"What do you want me to tell you, you know what happened, he left to your house, not a letter, not a note, in the dead of night, he just left, I didn't even know where until much letter"

His fingers fumbled with his robes.

You took his hand, "You can come too, Reg. Run away from there, come with me"

He hesitated, "I can't, It's too late for me anyways"

Your eyebrows furrowed, "What do you mean too late Reg?"

Regulus didn't look at you, "You should leave while it's still time, you can still save yourself"

You scoffed, "I don't need anyone to save from me, not from you. Do you know how many times I'v been told to leave you and I told off every time, and now you are doing the same".

He slumped against the wall, his hand still clutched in yours, "Maybe they were right?"

"Right about what, Reg right about what, can you be fucking clear" the words burnt in your throat. Frustration clawing its way in.

His eyes were filled with pain, as he looked at you in desperation, alternating his choice between telling you to leave him alone or to stay forever. He decided in the end, to let you decide, for he couldn't find a way out of his misery. And he had known you more than he had known himself.

He slided the cloak covering his arm, hearing you gasp gave him the confirmation that you had seen it, the mark. The hollow eyes of the skull that bore onto him every single time he saw it, haunting him.

Your fingers brushed over it, testing that it wasn't a mere part of your hallucination. That it was really there. You flinched as if it had burned and he suspected it may have, charred something. You took a shuddering breath, you had thought of many possibilities but this, this was different from all of them. The horror of reality outweighed your imagination.

You looked at him to find him already looking at you, his expression grim, his eyes distressed, pained. "Did you agree to this?".

One question that you beleived was the most crucial one now.

"Not directly, no, The night after Sirius was gone, I had nowhere to run, I couldn't leave, I had no magic, I was surrounded by them, so many of them" He choked, a lone tear escaped his eyes. You gently brushed it away, he dropped his hands onto your cheek. "I couldn't tell them no, he was there, he said it was an honour that I was his youngest soldier but I felt anything but so. I felt vile and it wouldn't go away" He glared at the mark, sniffling. Rubbing it harshly while more tears fell.

You held both his hands, stopping him. You slowly snaked your arms around his waist, pulling hin gently towards you. His body remained tense, until he too wrapped his hands around you, head dropping into the crook of your neck. He tightened his grip, engulfing you in him. His body was shaking. You gently rubbed circles in his back.

"It's okay, Reg, everything will be fine." He just clutched you tighter until he couldn't feel his hands or his feelings. Was it bad that you personally wanted to murder his parents?

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[noblehouseofgay]

any trans pregnant Reg headcanons? 🧐

I meeeaaann

I definitely think he has like, complicated feelings on both marriage and kids for a fuck ton of reasons. One being, growing up afab in the house of Black meant those were the only things he was good for. So I think he was pretty opposed to them......until James that is

Once he had been with james for a few years, he realized marriage might actually be nice if it's james

Pregnancy tho, I don't think he changed his mind much on thay. He definitely had a lot of hurdles to jump on the being a parent thing, he was terrified of the idea, scared he'd end up like his parents

I think if it's Harry and it's shared parenting between jegulus and lily and her partner, then it took him time to adjust. He never even let himself consider being Harry's parent until Harry himself called him that. Then ofc he cried for like 2 hours

That kind of made him think about yk, what if they ever wanted another

On one hand, I project onto him bc I've always hated the idea of pregnancy. Even without the trans aspect I've hated it, it's gross and painful and not worth it in my eyes and I think he would be similar. Plus yk dysphoria obviously

On the other hand, I'm not against the idea of him being pregnant. I think it could be sweet for him and james to have thay conversation. I think regulus would bring it up awkwardly lile randomly going "...if you ever wanted another one...yk...a baby.....I'd be ok with it" and james would assume he meant adoption and ofc james is happy bc he loves kids. And regulus is like "no..one that's yk...made from us...a little bit of us both."

Ykw? I might write this. Which is shocking bc in the beginning of this I didn't care much for it, and now im like "hm- yk maybe-"

Anways that was a lot of words

[notapradagurl7]

Not A Hero.

Black Fem! Reader x A Train.

Summary: A Train arrives back home to you after a rough night of being a “hero” and came to you in your room for whatever he needed to do or hear from you.

Taglist: @megamindsecretlair @sageispunk @siqueth @harmshake @soft-persephone

Warnings: PWP, profanity, mention of Homelander, mention of death, imposter syndrome, reassure, mention of violence, cum play, nipple play, praise, dirty talk, consensual for both parties, unprotected sex(wrap it up)

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Reggie approached the front door with his eyes on the window, seeing you on the couch watching television. He exhaled a breath of relief and looked back through the neighborhood to see if anyone watched him.

Did he deserve you? You were kind and reliable, yet didn’t take shit from anyone.

Using his key, he unlocked the door and nudged it open. Meeting your gaze, “Hey Reg, how was your day?” you asked in a warm tone.

There you were, sitting pretty on the couch watching an episode of Law and Order. He closed the door behind him, locking it quickly.

“It was fine, some old shit..” he said with a dull tone, quickly walking into the bedroom. Lifting your chin to peck your lips.

Changing into his pajamas and threw his superhero suit in the trashcan. Reggie walked back into the living room with you, sitting beside you, giving a warm smile.

You've noticed that he changed, well at least that is what you hoped for briefly. A search for redemption, a change. Something from you.

Reggie has been through a lot, trying to make amends with his brother, literally killing Blue Hawk only to keep the piece of shit’s heart after he had a heart attack. He didn't feel like a hero.

Homelander was weird too, but he’s always been that way. You hated that guy.

He went by his hero name but only you get to call him Reggie.

You turned off the TV, giving Reggie your full attention. "Reggie, talk to me. What's really going on? You can't keep carrying this burden alone," you said softly, placing a hand on his cheek.

Reggie sighed, his eyes meeting yours. "I don't know, Y/N. Sometimes I feel like I'm just not cut out for this hero shit. Like I'm not a hero at all," he admitted, his voice filled with self-doubt.

You cupped his face gently, looking into his eyes with unwavering support. "Reggie, listen to me. You may not feel like a hero, but to me, you are. You have a good heart, and you're trying to do the right thing. That's more than most can say," you reassured him.

He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly. "Thank you, Y/N," he said gratefully, leaning in to kiss you deeply.

But still, the feeling lingered in the depths of his mind. He felt everything was safe with you, he could be himself and not A Train.

The kiss quickly deepened, passion and need fueling the moment. Reggie's hands found their way to your body, exploring every inch as if trying to memorize you.

You moaned softly, he peppered kisses along your neck and collarbone. the intensity of the moment sending a rush of desire through you. "Reggie, please," you whispered, your hands tugging at his pajama top.

He didn't need any more encouragement, quickly stripping you both of clothing until you were both bare and exposed to each other. His thick dick rested on his thigh and grabbed it with his hand.

“Come here baby..” you sang playfully, your finger motioning him to come closer.

Pushing his dick between your wet folds, you gasped softly and your head fell on the pillow. Feeling every inch of him inside of him, “Reg..fuck, you're so big..”

He picked you up by your thighs, with your knees resting on the couch. His hands rested on your waist. “And you're so fucking wet already..” he moaned, bouncing up and down on his length.

Reggie's touch was reverent, his fingers tracing every curve and dip of your body. “What did I do to deserve you?” he asked, moaning a bit, Everything was normal with you, better with you. Your wetness trickled down on below, to creating a small pool on the couch. His mouth found yours again, kissing you with a hunger that matched your own.

As the night unfolded, the doubts and insecurities faded away, “Y-you..fuck..have me..” you moaned again, your nails left welts on his shoulders. He didn't have to be someone else, your mouth parted widely, words were caught in your throat. You couldn't speak, replaced by passion and pleasure, He was just Reggie, the man you loved.

Your climax arrived, your essence gushed all over his dick and he gazed upon your face twisted up in pleasure, he kissed your lips after pulling out of you.

He carried you into the bathroom, gently seated you on the closed toilet lid.

He turned on the shower to wash away the evidence of your lovemaking. The two of you stepped inside, cleaning yourself. The warm water cascaded over both of you, cleansing not just your bodies but your souls as well.

Reggie held you close under the water, his arms wrapped around you protectively. "I love you, Y/N," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You smiled up at him, feeling a sense of peace and contentment wash over you.

"I love you too, Reggie," you assured him, running your fingers on his shoulders.

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[nonbinary-potatoes]

Jegumas day 4 - buying gifts @noblehouseofgay

Word count: 633

(Lowkey dk of I like this one but whatever)

Regulus had decided if there was one part of 'good' Christmas, as James so aptly called it, he hated - it was the shopping. Normally Regulus didn't mind shopping, he'd sometimes go with Remus and they'd leisurely browse book shops or stand around listening to vinyl in music shops, but with James it was like being dragged around hell. James demanded going into every shop 'just in case the perfect gift was there' and then would need major convincing not to buy everything that reminded him of the person he was buying for. It felt like a waste of a day off. 

"Come on Baby, it's perfect for Sirius" James gushed, holding up a needle felted black dog - Regulus was already stuck dragging around a bag with countless gifts for seemingly everyone James had ever spoken to for more than three seconds. Regulus rolled his eyes, in truth the sentiment was sweet but going shop to shop for the last several hours had drained Regulus' ability to feel sentimental; all that was left was hunger and exhaustion. 

James trotted off to the counter to pay for his array of nick knacks while Reglus fought the urge to just leave and go home. “Can we get lunch yet?” Regulus called across the shop, James had said they were going to get food an hour ago and had since seen several ‘perfect shops’ that excited him so much that he must have forgotten he was ever hungry in the first place.

“yes, yes sorry Reg” James said as he strode back across the shop bag in hand, pushing the door open to let in the biting cold air from outside. They were on some highstreet in London, not a particularly fancy one in the middle of central London like oxford street but it was nice nonetheless. James pulled Regulus into some sort of food hall, it was a huge space filled with different stalls selling differing things. “we both get something we like and meet back here in 5?” 

Regulus nodded and trotted off, perusing different stalls to find a choice that suited him well. Not all of them were food stalls either, some simply sold homemade items and there was signs saying there was more stalls downstairs - the place was like a maze and Regulus hardly managed to find his way back to James after purchasing a cheese toasty; some artisan one with French cheeses and sourdough bread there cost a ridiculous amount of muggle money but it looked too good for Regulus not to get. 

“We gotta go downstairs” Regulus declared, not even caring that he was being very undignified with the toasty and letting the cheese stretch as he took bites and craning his neck to see how far it would pull. Effectively refueled and with renewed curiosity Regulus dragged James down a narrow concrete staircase into a huge underground vintage market. It was a literal maze of stalls and racks, different signs hanging above each one saying what they sold and the brand name. 

“Remus would love this” James said through a mouthful of his food, earning a half hearted slap from Regulus. The pair worked their way through stalls, Regulus not even realising he had taken up the same penchant as James - buying everything he saw that reminded him of his friends. Vinyl for Remus, a new leather jacket for Sirius, band posters for Cas and Marlene - Regulus didn't even know Marlene that well but he'd seen her wear a slipknot shirt once and just picked the poster up automatically. 

By the time they got home that night, each of them was carrying at least four bags in each hand and their wallets were collectively much lighter. But Regulus had found a new sort of joy in finding gifts for people. 

(Based on bricklane vintage market / upmarket food hall in Shoreditch - if you get the chance definitely go I love it there).

[seriousbrat]

ok it's Kreacher Hours apparently.

So my idea of Walburga and Orion is that they were jobless parasites socialites who were basically haemorrhaging the family money while attending dinners and fancy parties and trying to pretend they were still as wealthy as ever. Personally I see Orion as kind of absent, always out "on business" (arguing with goblins at gringotts, smoking cigars with other self-important losers, possibly gambling, possibly having affairs) whereas Walburga was the more present of the two, hence Kreacher being more attached to her than Orion.

But I think for Regulus, Kreacher was probably the most stable figure he had in his life. His best friend. Imo Sirius was the golden child up until he was sorted into Gryffindor, and Regulus was somewhat neglected in comparison; so while Walburga steered Sirius around proudly to show him off at dinner parties and focused on his refinement etc, Kreacher was kind of given the role of nanny to Regulus. It's so cute to think about him as playmate/companion/confidante to baby Reg, playing make-believe or gobstones or chess, making him porridge :(

And for that reason I think Kreacher was the one who truly saw and understood Regulus. While I think Walburga did love her sons she was too obsessed with the Black legacy to ever let them be who they were and not what she wanted; when Sirius talks about Reg it's extremely disparaging and he specifically calls him stupid, which Reg clearly wasn't, given that he figured out the horcrux. Meaning Sirius really didn't know him that well. So it was Kreacher alone who saw how clever and diligent and hardworking Regulus really was, and Kreacher who had this fierce pride in watching him grow up...

I always get the feeling Walburga had to suddenly switch her focus to Regulus when Sirius dipped and was always lowkey resentful about what she'd lost-- Reg is described as smaller, uglier (lol) than Sirius, his room is smaller, Sirius himself describes him as dim which implies his intelligence wasn't as obvious as Sirius's was. Sirius was probably that child that is an absolute delight at parties, wittier and more charming than he has any right to be at that age, while Regulus just kind of disappeared into the background. Not to Kreacher though! They were both in the background. I can see child-Sirius being kind of haughty towards Kreacher as he was probably taught to be, then as he grew up and diverged from his family outright hateful, as Kreacher would obviously side with Walburga.

Meanwhile there was Regulus! Quiet, well-mannered, studious, on the quidditch team, perfect penmanship, doing everything to live up to his parents expectations, doing everything that nasty brat Sirius failed to do. And I imagine Kreacher's wrinkled little heart just burst with fondness and pride whenever he looked at him. :')

[quillkiller]

Can u yap about sirius jr..❤️

sirius jr is the beautiful lovechild of bellatrix and regulus black, and regulus carried him.. 🤍

he’s not actually called sirius jr, just sirius. it’s a good strong name for an heir, and the first sirius is dead to them anyway, so why not name their first born: sirius. <- nevermind that regulus was probably in love with his brother and thah sirius was bellatrix’s favorite cousin. it’s fine! it has nothing to do with him ..

he’s born during the first war, regulus getting pregnant almost immediately after the wedding. me and kara said that he starts having doubts about voldemort (and we all know what happens in canon… 🌊…) so bellatrix baby traps him instead. regulus always wanted children, so she tells him she’s ready, and to get the potion ready (we imagine there’s an mpreg potion🤍) so he’s busy with that instead of doubting, and then he’s busy for the rest of his life because he’s a father-mother and stay at home-wife.

sirius jr is one year older than harry, and he also goes to hogwarts, and is sorted into slytherin. he doesn’t know anything about his uncle or that he ever existed. if harry can get to his third year without anyone telling him about sirius black, being his godfather and all, we’re pretty sure we can avoid any spoilery drama between harry and sirius jr too until prisoner of azkaban. like why would harry care about sirius jr….

sirius sr has been in azkaban for 12 years, so people don’t talk about him anymore, he’s old news. but then he breaks out of azkaban….. and all hell breaks loose. SIRIUS BLACK HAS ESCAPED !!! <- it’s all over the daily prophet and everyones talking about it. and it’s not like sirius jr can escape this….. he’s a black.. and named sirius… <- rough year for my guy

anyway, i imagine his upbringing as rather difficult. adjacent to how sirius sr and regulus were brought up, and i think regulus’ parenting style is a lesser version of his mothers. i don’t think he has the heart to be physically abusive, but he’s emotionally abusive. love-bombing and punishing are his vices. and keeping sirius jr away from bellatrix as much as possible because he’s jealous of bellatrix potentially loving anyone else. so yeah…… he doesn’t want bella to love their child kinda….. and reg can only love their son as long as bella doesn’t/is indifferent <3 + also kreacher is like. the one to raise sirius jr mostly

so sirius sr takes after an uncle he never knew he had, rebelliuos and mischievous, pulling pranks, being a trouble maker, cool and popular. i mean he is the heir of house black after all….. ofc his peers worship the ground he walks on.. but sirius jr is unhappy and miserable and hates going home over the holidays and feels alone and isolated…. :(

SIRIUS BREAKS OUT !!! I HAVE AN UNCLE ???

the cycle repeats itself, sirius (jr) runs away and is disowned, and sirius (sr) takes him in during the lie low at lupin’s era and they raise him together. <- that’s when he becomes sirius jr, or just junior….

also. imagine harry with an older brother figure in his life………. give that boy as much family as he can get !!!!!!

[addisonstars]

"the many masks of regulus black"

written for day 25 of october for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "mask"

608 words!

James came into the house and he knew something was wrong. Nothing was different about the house or anything; the lights were still on, a candle burning like normal, and he even saw soup stewing on the stove. That’s a little unsafe, thought James, but he didn’t think twice about it. So no, nothing was really wrong, but his…call it his spidey sense, told him something was wrong. 

He kicked off his shoes, checked the pot on the stove to make sure it wasn't going to burn down the house and headed into his bedroom, disrobing as he went. James, walking into the bedroom, noticed then what was wrong. 

It was Regulus, he was curled in a lump on the bed with the lights off, blinds shut and everything in the room just off. James stilled in the doorway wondering how to approach the situation. He could turn away and leave Regulus to stew in his feelings. Or if he should go over and comfort him and snuggle up with. 

The answer seemed obvious, as ninety-nine percent of the time James knew what Reg needed, but that one percent was constantly looming over James. Had they been married for a little over two years now and had they known each other for over a decade? Yes. But they were learning new things about each other every day. 

James went over to Reg and gently rubbed his back, waking him from his slumber. Regulus rolled over and groaned, stretching his arms out rubbing his eyes. He must have been asleep for a little bit. 

“Hey love,” James whispered softly, so as not to disturb Regulus. 

Regulus blinked, trying to find James in the dark of the room. “James.” 

“Yeah baby, I’m home.” 

“Mmm,” he rolled back over to the wall, back once again facing James. He sounded happy to see James, but it looked like he didn't want to be with James. James knew then that Regulus was in some sort of funk today. 

It happens to everyone, and definitely happens to Regulus. Not because of anything specific, but he knew that Walburga and Orion had an effect on his depression. And on days like these, Regulus gets into a funk, and James tends to be one of the only people who can pull him out. Sirius as well. 

James undressed and climbed into bed with Regulus. Regulus scooted even closer to the wall, avoiding James even more. 

“Reggie,” James started. He didn't want to be imposing on Regulus, but someone can’t drown if you don’t let them go in the water. 

“I’m fine babe, just tired.” He was breathing steadily which was good, a nice reassurance to James. “Hey, can you go check the soup, I forgot I had it-”

“Reg.” James said a bit more sternly. He hated being like this, but he knew that Regulus was close to the deep end. “Drop the mask, don’t lie to me.” 

Regulus rolled over and he buried his face into James' shoulder, taking slow breaths. “I am tired though.” 

“And?” James prompted. 

His voice sounded a bit muffled shoved into James' shirt. “I’ll tell you in a bit. Ok?” James frowned. It’s not what he wanted to hear, but he guesses that it’s better than radio silence. “I promise I’m not lying, I will tell you, but I just…need, I dunno-” he paused, “you? Quiet? A little bit more time to think about what’s inside my head?” He said softly, timidly.

James frown turned upside down. “Ok, Reggie dear, I’ll be here.” He kisses Regulus’ forehead and once he heard his heartbeat slow down, James shut his eyes too. 

...am i proud of myself for this line: "someone can’t drown if you don’t let them go in the water" yes, yes, i am :,,)

-a.s.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Barty Crouch Jr Headcanons because it is his birthday according to my AU today!

Lots of daddy issues. He hates his father and it is mutual because all his father feels for him is disappointment.

His mother is either too busy to notice him but at least when she does, she shows him love. Mainly treats him like a baby.

Grew up practically by himself and alone.

Knows his parents don't care about him. They only maintain their marriage and their son for public image.

Hates the name Bartemius and when someone calls him that he gets in rage.

Does stupid things all the time to get his parents attention. He is very reckless similar to Sirius but what got him into Slytherin was his bigger ambition.

He wishes to be better than his parents and be as much of a disgrace to his father as possible.

Loner at first. His only friend was Regulus. Kind of hates everyone else. Hates their superiority and superficiality of his classmates.

Barty and Regulus were practically invisible. Everyone knew who they were because of their families but nobody cared about them.

They were happy being invisible.

Became punk and emo at the age of fourteen. Has a lot of piercings across his face. Wears black eyeliner.

He always has his nails black.

Bartemius Senior was ashamed that his son was "not masculine enough". So he was constantly throwing away his clothes and piercings and replacing them with "decent clothes".

Barty cut them off and styled them punkly.

He is weird most of the time for the rest of kids. Everyone at Hogwarts knows them as "The Weirdo Crouch". But he loves being different.

Regulus is his favorite person in the whole world. Reg started being the only person that actually cared for him. Then Barty slowly developed a crush on Reg.

It was just the two of them against the world.

Very gay. At first he invented crushes on girls only because he didn't want Regulus to judge him. But eventually he didn't care about being obvious about his crush on him and that he wasn't interested in girls.

Barty was pining for Regulus all the time. Regulus was very oblivious though.

It was funny because everyone else called them boyfriends anyway.

Barty's favorite color is turquoise

He wants to be a film maker in the future and it is always filming stuff around.

Is smoking weed all the time.

Had his hair honey brown and green eyes as well as his father's which made him look adorable as a kid. But dyed his hair black with rays of platinum at some point. Loves to change colors all the time. He wants to look very different to what his father is.

Fan of Linkin Park and My Chemical Romance.

Was very jealous of Regulus and Pandora's friendship at first and he didn't like her. But eventually he learns to like her.

[jaylienpotter]

I'll be offline for the next few days. Spending the weekend out to celebrate New Years! 🎉

So here's the Marauders holidays headcanons requested by Anon on my tree! Before it's January lol.

James

He LOOOOVES the holidays. So much. Christmas is probably his favourite day of the year. Along with his birthday. Family - and friends, since the Potters kidnap take in all the unfortunate kids - gathering together? Celebrating together? Giving gifts? James is in heaven.

He wouldn't shut up when he found out about Santa's reindeer, either, calling himself Rudolph's distant cousin.

Although he likes receiving gifts, he lives for giving them. And he's amazing at choosing too, you'll always get something big yet meaningful. He'd propose to play secret santa every year but he prefers giving all his friends something instead.

His favourite season is summer and he hates cold, but snow? Snow is an exception. It doesn't matter how old he is, if he sees snow, he will point to it and jump excitedly before running outside (and probably catch a cold).

Sirius

He used to dislike Christmas, or at least not care for it. It was nothing but a facade of pureblood gatherings and fake smiles, behaving like the heir of a family he hated. And there was nearly always some family drama (that part Sirius enjoyed). Him and Reg used to place bets on who would be the first family member to start a fight. It was often Sirius.

When he moved to the Potters, Christmas became a family holiday. A family that wasn't his blood but loved him much more. A family that chose to have him be a part of theirs, even if he wasn't perfect. Even if he was unstable. He didn't dread the holidays anymore.

He isn't as excited as James, but it's close. He loves cooking cookies with Effie, he wasn't allowed to cook in the Black Mannor, as it was seen as a low class activity. Secretly, his favourite part now is receiving gifts. See how others thought of him. Loved him. Especially his new family.

Remus

He enjoys the quiet holidays, not a fan of the parties and loudness. Malls are avoided. People are avoided. He'd much rather sit in an armchair by the fire, curled up with a book. Sip tea. Drink hot chocolate. Listen to the rain. It's calm, peaceful. He never had big Christmas celebrations, it's always been just him and his parents - helping his mom in the kitchen, getting a few humble gifts and watching a movie together if they were lucky. It was perfect.

And of course, the amount of chocolates! When people don't know what give you for Christmas, what to they usually go for? Chocolate. And there's so many different available types during this time! Yep, Lupin enjoyed this festive season.

Except the fact that everything became Christmas-themed. All the songs that play anywhere. Any type of decoration. Fake plastic trees everywhere. But oh well.

Once he hit Sirius in the head with a book because he called his - NORMAL, non-christmas sweater - an "ugly sweater".

Peter

He really likes Christmas, not obsessively like Prongs buuuut he's one of those people that start decorating their house on the November 1st, right after Halloween. His home always has a big tree, fully decorated. Every room smells of baked goods. He decorates gingerbread houses, bakes traditional cakes, makes sugar cookies... It's fun, it's calming, it's delicious!

Poor Pete always gets sick around this time of the year, sensitive to the change of temperature. He will complain about it. Sometimes he's not even sick, but he enjoys being babied and taken care of.

If there's snow, he'll for sure make snow angels and try to make a snowman with his friends, enchanting it afterwards to give it life for a few hours or days until it inevitably melts. And if his friends start a snowball fight... he hides behind a wall of snow or a tree and shoots blindly. He never won the game.

[cressthebest]

Tender Curiosities, Baby! thoughts pt. 4

chapter 5:

1. awww rosekiller are about to do their gay little outside the plane moment <333

2. the way barty thinks that james and reg are about to fuck behind the divider in the plane 😭😭😭 no babes they’re sobbing

3. 😳 i forgot they were absolutely unhinged for a moment and WOULD murder the mole despite james and reg’s wishes

4. awww we get to see reg being all soft about the house in brazil <333

5. WAIT NO STARTED SOBBING CAUSE I JUST REMEMBERED REG NEVER GETS TO BE THE ONE TO SHOW JAMES THE HOUSE IN BRAZIL

6. oh my god barty is being jealous of evan calling james pretty boy. maybe i like a little jealousy in fics, sue me.

7. god i fucking hate lucius. just felt like it needed to be said

8. oh shit, they’re gonna blame reg’s death on themselves because instead of finding out more about tom riddle, they’re celebrating an engagement and having a little fun

9. fuck i know i’ve already read the copenhagen swap and know what happens, but i’m not ready

10. thank fucking GOD evan finally got to murder lucius

11. 😳😳 oh my god. now, kink shame me if you must, for the horrible timing of this, but god, i bet sirius looked so hot. like picture long curly black hair loose and over his shoulder and his eyes are mad with rage as his hands and arms are splattered with blood as he’s trying to puncture tom riddle’s throat with his bare hands.

12. this chapter is making me cry again, jesus fuck

13. sitting in the blistering hot shower, completely clothed while drinking straight from a bottle of whiskey- the author is correct. that IS the way that barty would mourn

14. “Regulus would answer. He’d pick up. He always picks up when Evan calls. Always.

The phone rings and rings.

And rings.”

WHAT DO YOU MEAN REGULUS DIDNT PICK UP THIS TIME??? OF COURSE HE ANSWERED THE PHONE!! HES NOT DEAD!! HE CANT BE DEAD!

15. “Barty gets violently ill the next day and Evan sleeps for 36 hours straight.” um. hello. that’s a coma babes. evan went into a coma. holy shit

16. 😳😳 barty just broke down and yelled at peter so bad, that i’m actually scared

17. hmmmm barty has a list of rituals now to help with the pain. the showering. the tea making. that’s an odd way of grief and it mimics my own, in terms of rituals. i’m curious about this.

18. oh god, not barty finding comfort in being around sirius because sirius says and does things that remind him of reg. that’s. wow.

19. “Love had always been a violent thing for people like Barty and Evan. It was hardly ever tender or soft.” oh god, it’s no longer tender curiosities. that. that title is powerful, holy shit

20. oh god crying again. james just ndjdjsjdksks james jsut offered to do everytbjng that regulus did for evan and barty. like bailing them out of jail and all that. i— i’m not okay

21. oh my fucking god they left. this is so sad. how can this be jsut as sad as the first time i read ahb. this is ridiculous. i’m not okay

[astroaries98]

Saturday in the Greenhouse...

CW: Swearing

It was a late September afternoon, the last of the summer warmth was slowly leaving the grounds of Hogwarts and the cool autumnal breeze was bringing in deep shades of red, yellow and orange on all the trees that surrounded the greenhouses. 

Regulus Black was alone, his outer robe and bag were discarded on a bench, his shirt sleeves were rolled up and his tie was loose around his neck. He’d put his wand behind his ear and his face was deep in concentration as he sketched mandrake leaves in his workbook making sure to label all the correct parts and their uses. 

He was leaning over on a workbench surrounded by all types of magical and unusual greenery. He had always preferred to do his herbology homework this way, he didn't think you could truly capture a plant by copying someone else's sketches from a book, you had to study the living thing. 

Of course, none of his friends agreed with him, well maybe Pandora did but she had better things to do on a Saturday so here he was alone, quite frankly just how he liked it. 

His silent study was abruptly interrupted when the doors of the greenhouse swung open. 

“Now, I expect each one of those pots to be scrubbed ready for my classes on Monday,” Professor Sprout said firmly. 

Regulus closed his eyes and took a deep breath rubbing his hand on his temple annoyed. How dare someone get a Saturday detention when he wanted to study? He started to gather up his sketches and notes. 

“And Mr Potter….no Magic, your wand please,” she said and with that Regulus heard the doors go again. 

Well, Fuck. 

Not only had his study session been interrupted, but it had also been interrupted by the most arrogant, loud and obnoxious person at Hogwarts. There was no way he’d be able to sneak out without Potter seeing him and calling him some ridiculous nickname or teasing him about being Sirius’s baby brother. For some reason, because he was Sirius's best friend James Potter thought he had some kind of claim over Regulus, and Regulus hated it. Why couldn't it have been anyone else? He’d even take Sirius himself…

As these thoughts swirled through his head, he stepped back and carelessly knocked a watering can from a shelf behind him. It came down with a loud crash. 

Well, Fuck. 

“Hey who goes there, Demon reveal yourself” Potter shouted as he walked around the corner and came face to face with Regulus, his body still ridged from the crash. 

A big grin spread across Potter’s face he looked delighted. Regulus hated it. 

“Well if it isn’t my little Reggie, got detention too have you? What a naughty boy you are, what did you do? I promise I won’t tell Sirius,” He said walking towards him and throwing his arms around Regulus’s shoulder. 

“Me? Well, Sirius put a baby chomping cabbage in Snape’s bag, and then when he found it Snape the little bugger said it was me? And can you believe it your beloved brother let me take the fall, oh how I was wounded.” He lent back putting his hand to his forehead in a fake fainting motion.

Regulus shrugged him off, he hated being touched, his face turned to thunder and carried on packing away his things. 

“Ooo silent treatment, how very mysterious you are.” Potter looked at the sketches Regulus was throwing in his bag, and grabbed one. 

“Oh, so you are studying? Should have guessed, no way you'd ever get a Saturday detention.” Potter looked at him his grin just as big as ever. He held up the sketch. 

“Wow, Reg these are so good! Mysterious and arty, what more could a girl want?” He said fluttering his eyelashes. 

Regulus scowled and snatched the paper back, “Shove off Potter, haven’t you got pots to be scrubbing?” He snapped 

“Woah, touchy baby Black, it really does run in the family” Potter chuckled to himself. 

He then flicked his wand and the pots started to stack and the dirt on them vanished. Potter nodded his head with a satisfied grin on his face. 

Regulus rolled his eyes, “you aren’t supposed to use magic? Didn’t she confiscate your wand?” 

Potter snorted, “ah Regulus, so young, so good, so innocent. Professor Sprout took my fake wand, the one I always keep on me for this very reason.” 

“What if she checks?” Regulus didn't know why he was asking this, it’s not like he cared. 

“Well in six years of detentions no one ever has, so I doubt they’d start now” Potter replied with a sly smile. 

“Whatever” Regulus grunted as he pushed by Potter on his way to the door. 

“Leaving already? I thought we could talk, catch up like old friends do” Potter fake cried running after him. 

Regulus kept on walking forward and threw his hand back towards Potter with only two fingers on display. 

“Well now I am telling Sirius,” Potter said with laughter in his voice. 

Regulus kept walking. 

“Your sketches are really good Reg, I really meant that” Potter shouted, not following him this time. 

Regulus stopped for a moment but then carried on, pushing the greenhouse doors open. 

He couldn’t wait to get back to his dorm and tell Evan and Barty what an absolute prick James Potter had been. 

[padfootastic]

fully believe sirius hated the nickname Siri for a number of reasons starting with ‘it sounds ridiculous’ and ending with ‘Reg used to call him that when they were kids’ and that’s why James always went for Si instead.

except, except no one accounted for tiny bite sized harry james potter wrapping his entire hand around Sirius’ pinky, going ‘Siwi, Siwi, Siwi, pway?’ and stealing his entire heart and soul in one fell swoop.

why was he ever even opposed to it anyway?

[dahliasxoxo]

Hi I’m from the ask asking if requests are open. Do you think you could do a fic where NSB finds out their girl is insecure? Whether it be she doesn’t like her looks or is insecure about the relationship, whatever you want! Thank you so much!

NSB finding their gf insecurities - part 1

pairings- bf nsb x gf reader -

members- Oliver and Regie

genre- fluff

warning- reader talks about about themselves,( weight, looks ,ect)

Oliver (Weight)

One of your biggest insecurities have always been your weight. You weren't what they would call "super model" skinny figure but you weren't also on the plus size scale. 

But whenever you looked in the mirror you just hated how you looked and never understood how Oliver could ever fall for you. But you could never tell him how you feel or anyone for that matter because who can understand. You were getting ready for a NSB concert the boys were having. 

It felt like an eternity of getting in and out of outfits  trying to find the perfect outfit for tonight. It was a special night for the boy especially Oliver and you wanted to look your best. As you were in the process of changing into a few outfit Oliver came into the room.

"Hey pretty girl." he said walking up to you and hugging you from behind and with not even realizing it be grab you stomach which made you jump and stepped away quickly from his grasp.

"Babe? Are you okay, what happened?" Oliver asked while tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and kissing your forehead. You looked up at him and sighed 

"Nothing its stupid." you chuckled and making your away to the closet. 

he stopped you and lifted your chin you look up at him. "Babe nothing is stupid when it comes to you. Come on love you can tell me anything."

You stayed quiet for a minute and then spoke. "It's just that I hate how I look, I hate my weight, and hate who I'm." You let a few sobs come out. 

And Oliver pulled you into a hug right away. "Baby why would you never tell me. I hate you feel this away. Because for me you are the most beautiful girl in the world. I'm so involve with you and will tell you everyday how beautiful and gorgeous you are." 

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・★・・・・★

Regie (Acne)

What could be worst than your worst habit also happens to be your biggest insecurity. Your acne. There you are stitch in front of the mirror picking on the black heads and popping every single pimple and zit that came into view.

The worst break out couldn't have happen on the worst possible day. It was you one year anniversary with Regie. There was no way you could leave the house looking like this. What will people think, all those stares and laughs. No there was no way. You couldn't even try to apply make up learned the lesson from last time you cried.

As small whimpers started they turned into loud sobs. That you didn't even hear the door open, it being Regie holding a bouquet of sunflowers and roses two of your most favorite flowers. But once he saw the state you were in he dropped the flowers and crouched down to hug you.

"Baby what's the matter?  Why are you crying?" he asked while kissing the top of your head 

"I hate the acne in my face. I look so ugly and horrible I don't and can't go out like this. My face is red and puffy! I just can't." I sob. He pulled me into his chest and rubbed my head. "

Baby girl, I won't tell you to not cry and not feel the way you are because we all have our insecurities but what I will do is tell you that you are so fuckn beautiful. I love you so much please remember that." he pulled you into kiss

 "And if you really don't feel like going out how about I postmates something while me watch some Netflix or build that lego set I bought you last week." he said 

You smiled for the first time since we got there and tackled him into a hug and gave him a big kiss. "Thank you Reg and happy one year my love"

[fantastiqueali]

Again?

Summary: Arranged marriage with Regulus does not go well with the two of you. And Sirius is there to be by your side.

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of a noncon act, Toxic!Regulus, Soft!Sirius, and Slightly one-sided love. (Please do not read if any of this disturbs you and I do not hate Regulus in any way. This is just an idea that came into my mind.)

Word count; 1.1k

On one cold night, your soon to be husband enters the room both of you sleep in. Oozing the scent of fire whisky, hair dampened and dishevelled from the rain, face flushed and tired, his body ready to lay down on the mattress and sleep.

Yet no, he saw you. Lying on your stomach, while the winds flap the edge of your shorts and ever so slightly give him a peek of your panties. He does not have any love for you in any way. But he simply cannot deny the feeling of arousal rising in his pants.

His form saunters near the bed, agonisingly staring at your exposed back that your camisole failed to cover. His knees dip onto the bed, starting to unbutton his shirt. You rolled back on a lying stance, giving Regulus a free view of your chest going up and down.

He immediately went into position, locking you in between his legs. He took your top away causing you to drift away from sleep. “Reg?” You called out, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand as you tried to sit up. Regulus pushed you back down, pulling both of your arms up and interlocking your hands with his. “Shut up.”

As the night went on, only cries of pain and not from pleasure can be heard. Also, the disgusted groans of Regulus whenever he looks down at you and sees your messed up expression. Drunk or not he had never done foreplay with you. Not let you adjust and be comfortable with his size. Merlin, he doesn’t let you also have the pleasure he’s receiving.

As regretful you become you do have locked up feelings for this vile man. You know that he cannot love you the way you do. And that he can never love you in the same manner as he had loved Vivienne. His first and possibly the last woman he would ever love. She was a muggle-born, making their love forbidden to his parents. He fought for their love but unluckily got vetoed. Which leads his parents to arrange a non-exquisite marriage between you and him.

But of course, not all arranged marriage turns into a conquered union. This is no fairytale for the two of you. At first, you believed in yourself that you could make him love you over time. A year has passed and he shows no sign of love whatsoever. You gave up.

You aimed to convince your parents to let you and Regulus go as it will be much more complicated. But they refused to take the offer. Saying that it is for the good of both lineages. Now, you're only being forced to believe that this is for the good of your family. Not yours. But the family.

Hardly anything ever made you happy or laugh. A small smile is something that you do often in falsehoods. Sirius however, could be that small percentage who lends you a minor one. From his overthrown jokes to the flirtatious compliments. Those simple things do give a tiny smile on your resting face.

You could not have a slight ounce of sleep that night. You stayed laying beside Regulus, your back facing him as he snored peacefully. Tears dared to escape your eyes as you held a pillow near your mouth, biting the ends of it. The last time that you cried and let out a sob, things didn’t turn out well.

As the horizons were seen on the narrowly opened curtains. You pretended to sleep when you heard Regulus groaning and sitting up. You don’t need to hear his complaints in the early morning as you had it already rough. Some are like “Clean yourself up. You’re not a baby anymore.” or “You call yourself a lady when you can’t even make yourself one.”

You patiently waited for him to leave and slam the door as he would always do, not minding if you were sleeping. As you fully know that he’s nowhere near you, you helped yourself into a session of breakdown. You hugged the pillow for comfort as salty tears pricked your eyes, blurring your visions. Head hurting from the lack of sleep. Frustration and disregarded thoughts echoing in your head. It was something that you did most of the time when you were alone. Well, you’re always alone.

Whilst Sirius was hovering around the halls to the kitchens to find himself a snack, he passed by yours and his brother’s room. He saw faint sobs and sighs. He stayed in front of the door instantly. He knows what’s the meaning of those cries. He absolutely hates it. He hates everything that they did to you. He hated that Regulus can’t even respect you as a human being. He hated that his parents manipulated you and Regulus like an object handled with a key.

He argued every day for you. Yet like always, his voice wasn’t heard. Sirius knows that Regulus had a hard time too. But whatever reason comes in his way maltreating you are far more than worse. He tries to be there for you always. Tries to make you laugh or smile even the littlest bit. Something that your future husband can’t even do.

He steps forward and knocks gently on the door. A hazy “Just a minute,” was heard from the other side. He waits patiently, knowing what exactly you are doing. Cleaning yourself up, washing your face with a cloth, combing your hair, overall attempting to look presentable. Struggling in there to wash all of the evidence of even a drop of tear.

The door eventually opened, greeted by you smiling, but then faltering when you saw it was Sirius. You know that you can trust him with emotions like this. “Again?” He asks, even though he knows the answer to it. You nodded, opening the door more and motioning him to come in.

Before you can even take two more steps, he pulled you by the arm. A small gasp leaves your lips whilst he conceals you in a warm hug. You needed it more than anything. His embrace warmed your cold tension. The assurance of his hand caressing your head. Everything about that small gesture wavers you into another fit of sobs.

He hushes you. Not in the way Regulus would do. Selfish and absence of affection. Sirius’ hush makes you melt into his arm, full of affection without literally saying anything. Your arms snake upon his back, yet the assertiveness of your body slowly wilts away, replaced by a soothing solace. You felt his head move away and kiss your forehead. His lips stayed there for a moment before saying,

“I’ll get you out of this hell. Both of us.”

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