#because reg wears black and sirius wears red

[very-gay-poet]

okay here me out... Sirius with baby blue eyes and regulus with honey brown eyes...b-b-because y-y'know, like...opposite colour...orange opposite of blue....reg op of Sirius.....angst....yummy

[teaforthotxxx]

I feel like Professor Regulus Black would be such a shit once Harry starts playing quidditch. Like sure thats his son but fuck Gryffindors. As the head of Slytherin house, he would show up to Harry’s games in full silver and green. He stands in the Slytherin stands with giant banners for Slytherin. It annoys Harry to no end. Because he knows Reggie loves him but Harry is a Gryffindor and he wants more support for Gryffindor.

Harry would beg Remus to dress up in Red and gold but of course be wouldn’t. Professor Lupin doesn’t care about Quidditch. Harry goes as far as to beg Minerva Mcgonagall to dress up but none of the Gryffindor professors are willing to break dress code for this.

But, then, he gets an idea right before the Christmas Quidditch games. He knows that he may not convince his professors to dress up but there is one way to make them wear what he wants. So, he commissions two giant couple scarves from Mrs Molly Weasley. Both red and gold. He gives them to his dad James Potter and his godfather Sirius Black as early Christmas presents. Then, he asks them to wear them to his game.

AND just as he planned, he sees Remus and Sirius in the Gryffindor stands wrapped in a giant scarf. Remus looks begrudging but he can’t resist how happy it makes Sirius. Then, Harry swoops past the Slytherin stands, he finds Regulus and James snuggled in one giant red and gold scarf. They are still in slytherin but the banners have changed to “Go Harry!” and “THATS OUR SON!”. James was such a sap he wanted them to wear couples costumes and as Gryffindor’s previous headboy, he just HAD to wear red and gold. So, Reg was wearing his old quidditch jersey cute gold rings with rubies.

Harry is so proud he pulled one over Regulus. But, more importantly, he can’t stop laughing at the shocked expressions on Malfoy’s and Zabini’s faces!!

[my-castles-crumbling]

Perfect

Regulus Black did not like parties.

They were loud, and full of drunken idiots, and tended to get less and less fun as the night went on, especially if one was sober. As he was now.

But he went, on this specific evening, because Dorcas had insisted on a wingman.

So now he found himself on a couch on the corner, watching his friend bravely try to flirt with Marlene McKinnon, who she'd been nursing a horribly embarrassing crush on for over a year.

It seemed to be going well, however, so he allowed his attention to wander, gazing around the Gryffindor Common Room to the rest of the students there.

He immediately saw James Potter, who looked extremely drunk.

Regulus wondered where James's friends where. Sirius, he supposed, was probably off in a secluded broom cupboard, wrapped around Remus Lupin. But Pettigrew at least should be looking after his friend. The boy was nowhere to be found, though.

Potter chose this moment to catch a glimpse of Regulus, staggering towards him, a devilish grin on his face. "Reggie!" he called, almost-collapsing next to Regulus on the couch, his long limbs touching Regulus's own, causing heat to erupt there. "Z'it goin'?"

"You're drunk, Potter," Regulus replied, deciding not to entertain the scene in front of him.

"Mmm," Potter hummed, a blissful grin on his face, his eyes half-shut under his askew glasses. But a moment later, his head lolled so he could look at Regulus properly. "Reggie, you're pretty y'know."

Regulus felt himself turn bright red, embarrassment and surprise taking over his emotions. Fighting to control his face, he mumbled, "Sure, Potter. Why don't I leave you to sleep now?" And he made to stand, trying not to think too hard about Potter possibly finding him pretty. Because then he would get hopeful. But a hand grabbed his wrist, yanking him back into the cushions.

"No, Reggie," James said, eyes wide and serious, swaying a bit as he tried to sit up to convey his urgency. "You're very pretty."

Regulus didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The truth was, he probably would have given anything for James to say something like this at any other time. If Dorcas's crush on McKinnon was embarrassing, his feelings for James were mortifying. Ever since he'd joined Sirius at the Potters' last year, he couldn't stop thinking of the older boy. But James was clearly drunk, and not thinking straight. He didn't mean it.

"You don't mean it, Potter," Regulus whispered, trying not to sound heartbroken. You're drunk. You're not making sense."

"No," James shook his head like a dog trying to get water from it's ears. "No. Reg, you're always perfect. When m'drunk. When m'not."

He looked so earnest. His big hazel eyes and genuine expression made Regulus want to believe him. But he just couldn't. "Tomorrow, when you wake up," he said softly, pain cracking in his chest, "you won't remember this. You don't mean it."

But as he made to get up again, James grabbed for him, turning, both hands on his shoulders. "What if I don't?" he asked urgently, breath smelling strongly of Firewhiskey.

Regulus looked at him appraisingly, trying to figure out how drunk he was, exactly. He looked distinctly worse-for-the wear, his hair mussed and his eyes glassy. The chances of him remember this were slim-to-none, and even if he did, he would probably think it was a stupid, alcohol-induced dream. "I'll kiss you," he breathed, heart racing. "If you actually think that, when you're sober. I'll kiss you."

James's hands dropped from his shoulders as he grinned triumphantly, again swaying and falling back into the couch, eyes flitting to Regulus's face before fluttering shut. "T'morrow, Reggie. T'morrow, I'll kiss you. You'll see."

"Alright," he whispered, standing, wishing more than anything it was true.

-

The next day, when he awoke, it was to the memory of James. Of James's drunken compliments and promises. Of wishing more than anything they meant something.

But as he sat up in his bed, deciding to check on Dorcas, who was probably hungover, he pulled back his curtains to find a paper airplane flying around his bed. Grabbing at it, heart pounding in his chest, he read it hurriedly, biting at his lip.

I still think you're perfect. Meet me at the top of the Astronomy Tower at 11 for that kiss? -JP

[vinylfoxbooks]

June 11 - Disagree | @jegulus-microfic | wc: 877 Part 4 Part 3 and Part 5 | Part 1

“What do I need to wear?” Regulus asks over the phone.

James huffs a small laugh, playing with Harry, “You don’t need to dress up, love. Just wear what you normally do.” 

“But I- this is your ex-wife, James. This is the mother of your child, James.”

“It’s also your brother and Remus.” James counters, “You know them, you don’t have to worry about it.” 

“Agree to disagree.” Regulus grumbles.

James leaves Harry to play with his toys while going back to working on the food, “If you really want to dress up a bit more, just wear one of your nice button ups and slacks.”

“That’s so vague, James.”

James sighs, a mix between fond and frustrated, “Wear that nice silky black button up you have and those cute pants that Pandora put the flowers on. Then you accessorise as you please.”

Regulus is quiet for a moment, probably mentally cataloging the outfit and thinking it through before he hums, “Yeah, that. Yeah that works. That feels nice. Thank you James.”

“It’s not a problem, love..” James smiles, despite knowing that his boyfriend can’t see it, “I’ll see you tonight.”

“It’s happening at your place.” Regulus says, sounding more like he’s reminding himself than he is asking. James hums his agreement nonetheless and he hangs up a couple minutes later, telling Regulus that he has to finish making the food. 

Hours later, Lily has shown up at the house with her new girlfriend in tow -- a girl named Mary that she met through work and has been telling James about. James is quick to pull Lily into a hug with a kiss pressed to her cheek and take the container of bitterballen that they brought along with them from Mary’s arms. James puts the container near the pastels that James just finished then disappears into the kitchen once again. 

After a while, Remus and Sirius barge into the house holding platters of welsh rarebits that they leave in the kitchen.

Eventually, James has pretty much finished cooking and the family is all sitting around, just waiting for Regulus to show up -- which he texted ahead of time and informed James that he was going to be a bit late after a bit of a run in with his roommates -- chatting, and playing around with Harry. 

And when the doorbell rings one last time, James is the first person to stand up. When he opens the door, his breath is taken away because, “Fuck. You’re so pretty, Regulus.”

Regulus laughs softly, “Thank you, James.”

“I thought I told you not to bring anything.” James shakes his head when he sees that Regulus is holding a round container.

“No, but I did.” Sirius says, bounding up behind James, “He has this apple tree in the backyard of his apartment building and the things that Regulus does with those apples are magical.”

Regulus shakes his head, “This is tarte tatin. It’s a French dessert with caramelised apples. Aside from Sirius telling me to make something, you mentioned that Harry liked apples so I wanted to bring something I thought he’d like.”

“Well thank you, love.” James smiles, putting his hand on Regulus’ lower back and guiding him into the house. Their first stop is the kitchen but then James is leading Regulus into his living room and introducing him to Lily and Mary. 

As soon as Regulus sits down, Harry is bounding to sit in his lap from where he was originally playing with Remus’ fingers, which makes James laugh, “He is obsessed with you, Reg.” 

“No shock about that,” Remus hums, “Not with the way that Luna is all over him whenever she’s around.”

“Who’s Luna?” Lily asks, tilting her head. Regulus can see just why James married her, she’s beautiful. With long red hair that falls around her body in a perfect way and she’s got this wonderful smile and stunning green eyes just like her son. 

Regulus shakes off those thoughts, “My best friend’s daughter. About the same age as Harry.”

“Pandora’s daughter?” James asks, moving to sit next to his boyfriend, stretching his arm out so it’s resting on the back of the couch and his hand is playing with Regulus' hair. His other hand goes to play with Harry, letting his son mess around with his fingers. Regulus just nods. 

Just soon after, they gather around the table and start to eat, laughing and joking around. Regulus is quiet at first, nervous about meeting Lily -- which is astounding to all of them that know both him and Lily, because she is the sweetest, most easy going person in the world -- but eventually Remus manages to get him sucked into a conversation with himself and Lily about books and he opens up more and more. 

By the end of the night, Regulus is chatting relatively easily with the rest of the group and he seems to have made good friends with Lily --which James is more than happy about -- and by the time that everyone leaves, Regulus is tired and peopled-out so he and James choose to just relax on the couch with Harry and watch a movie.

“That went well.” James hums, “Just like I told you it would.”

“Shut up you snarky bastard.”

[mistress-violence]

Prompt: Lipstick from @into-the-jeggyverse (August 26)

Word count: 740 words

Pairing: Jegulus (modern AU)

⚠️ Warnings: alcohol consumtion, gender identity issues

Regulus finally managed to get out of the argument about what kind of cheese was the best, which started a whole fight between Sirius and Dorcas, with Remus, James, and Peter as collateral victims. He was out of the madness until they started throwing wine at each other like last time and staining his white shirt again. He walked out of the kitchen of the apartment he shared with James, wanting to go to the balcony to get some air. Instead, he found Marlene, Lily, and Pandora in the living room, on the couch, passing a mirror back and forth and talking about something. Pandora was the first to notice him, and she greeted him with a big smile.

"What are you doing here?" Regulus asked, sitting down in one of the armchairs.

"Marlene brought a whole box of lipsticks from Paris!" Lily said excitedly, pointing to the black round box on the table. "It’s Chanel, can you believe it?".

Lily had a deep red lipstick in her hand, an extremely alluring and elegant shade. For a few seconds, Regulus had been absolutely spellbound. It was beautiful. The shape reminded him of his mother's expensive lipsticks, but she always preferred dark and sober colors. When he was little, Regulus would go to Walburga's room to watch her do her beauty routine, but he would immediately be kicked out. "Boys don't need to concern themselves with women's business," was what he was told before he was sent to his father's office to learn how to be "a proper gentleman." Marlene, with an enviable tenacity, immediately noticed the twinkle in the boy's eyes.

"Do you want to try one too, Regulus?" she asked, but she didn't wait for an answer but directly handed him a small rectangular box.

Regulus hesitated at first, but curiosity tingled through his body. Pandora gave him the mirror, and Lily showed him how to use it. Regulus gulped. He didn't know why he was so nervous; maybe it was because he could hear Walburga's voice in his head again, telling him to stop with this nonsense. Swallowing hard, he opened the lid, rolled off the lipstick, and revealed an even more intense shade of red than Lily's. His hand was shaking slightly, but he placed the mirror in front of him and carefully applied a layer to each of his lips before pressing and rubbing them together.

An even stranger feeling crept up inside him as he looked in the mirror. It was something hard to explain, but it felt warm and nice, like it was meant to be. The girls complimented the perfect color match with his pale skin and his glossy black hair, but the boy couldn't really hear anything around him. He just wanted to touch that reflection a little, to feel its closeness as if it were another human in front of him, not himself. It had been James' voice that had woken him from his reverie.

"Reg, honey, I don't know where I put the corkscrew for..." James said as he was walking into the living room, stopping in mid-sentence when he got a better look at his partner. "Oh, wow... I see I'm interrupting. Sorry, it's just... this shade really suits you well."

Regulus lost himself again, looking James straight in the eyes. He didn't seem disgusted that he, a man, was wearing something so feminine. His chest filled with heat again. Would he have reacted the same if Regulus grew his hair longer as he had wanted for some time? Or if he would wear that skirt he bought a long time ago and kept hidden in the back of the closet, fearing that someone would find out about it? Regulus took a napkin from the table and hastily wiped his lips.

"We were just fooling a little," he said, getting up from the armchair while wiping the last traces of red. "The corkscrew is in the top drawer; I'll go get it."

Regulus wanted to hand the lipstick back to Marlene, but she waved her hand in the air, insisting on keeping it.

"It catches you better than me, Reg; just take the bloody lipstick," she said with a knowing smile on her face.

Regulus gave her a confused look but chose to just nod and put the lipstick in his pocket, thanking Marlene for the gift before heading back into the kitchen to look for the missing corkscrew.

P.S: This microfic is inspired by my experience as a genderfluid person. Everyone's journey in discovering their own gender identity is different and unique. You can read this how you want. Just remember to love yourself even if you don't feel like you don't belong anywhere.

[a-lilypad]

@jegulus-microfic | april 5: slap | 1.3k words

a little theater rivals to lovers au where reg and james are double casted to the same role and james rips the only costume they have the day of regulus' opening night (cw: slight violence)

big big smooch to @ecstarry for the idea ily <3

A loud ripping sound echoed through the auditorium, causing everyone to immediately stop what they were doing, despite being in the middle of a scene. Even in the shadowed wings, Regulus’ expression was very visible and did not bode well for the rest of the cast. 

Or more specifically, for James Potter. 

Regulus’ jaw had dropped slightly, leaving his mouth agape, and a look of complete disbelief in his eyes. Shaking his head slightly, he seemed to come back to himself, shock morphing into an intense red-hot rage. It ran through his veins, replacing his blood, burning through everything in its path and was radiating from him in waves. 

Creating pure destruction and leaving only anger clouding Regulus’ mind, shown by the hardening of his eyes and clenching of his fists. 

He felt his nails dig into the soft flesh of his palm, nearly piercing the skin but instead forming harsh pink dents. Though they’d be nearly impossible to see through the already purpling bruises there.

Maybe Sirius was right and he needed to find better coping mechanisms… he could unpack that at a different time.  

At that moment he had more important things to deal with, such as James Potter, his theatre rival of three years, ripping the only costume they had the morning of their performance opening. 

“I can not fucking believe you, Potter!”

He started towards the horror-struck boy, stomping across the stage, and swung his arm with as much force as he could garner. The sound of the slap masked horrified gaps from the cast members on stage, but couldn’t hide the way Potter’s head flew to the side. 

Huh. Maybe Regulus was stronger than he thought. 

As Potter stared at him with an emotion he couldn’t quite identify, (because, while he knew Potter wasn’t the sanest of people, there was no way he was crazy enough to be looking at the person who’d just slapped him hard enough to knock him back a few steps with awe) Regulus shook out his hand with a wince. That had fucking hurt. 

“REGULUS!” his Drama teacher, Mr Slughorn, shouted. He had an annoying nasally voice that went right through him, he genuinely hated the man but he usually loved acting enough to let it slide. This was not one of those moments. 

“Wha-why-you” he rambled, hands frantically waving around “Why on Earth would you slap Mr Potter?” 

“He just ripped my fucking costume! We don’t have another, what was I meant to do? I can’t go on stage naked,” Regulus complained. 

He knew it was a bad idea the minute Slughorn had suggested Potter run through a final dress rehearsal. He was B cast! It was A cast’s night which meant it was Regulus’ night. 

Potter was looking at him strangely, his brows were furrowed slightly, almost as if he too was confused. He was staring at him with both reverence and irritation. Then in a split second, the irritation took over and he came out of his stupor. 

“You could have maybe, I don’t know, not fucking hit me?” he snapped, “it’s not like I did it on purpose!” 

Regulus scoffed, “You definitely did!” and stepped even closer to Potter, pointing his finger at him and pushing it into his chest, “You’ve been praying for my downfall since the second you saw me beat you, just admit it, I am better.” 

“ENOUGH!” bellowed Slughorn, Regulus had completely forgotten he was there, in fact, he’d forgotten anyone else was in the room with them. That was weird. “Both of you are to go to the supply closet and find something else for Mr Black to wear tonight, we’ll have something somewhere.” 

Huffing and sending Potter a death glare, Regulus swiftly turned around and stormed off stage, hearing Potter’s footsteps behind him as confirmation he was being followed. 

Great. This was exactly what he needed. Alone time with James Fucking Potter. He hated him. He had since the first time Regulus auditioned for a school musical in year 8. 

He remembered being so scared, he was shaking and praying he wouldn’t vomit up his organs, then Potter flounced in, all big hair and a cocky smile. He barely even spared Regulus a look before announcing to the other people in the room that Regulus would never get the part and he’d be stuck playing a tree in the background. 

He was right of course, Regulus had been so nervous he’d fucked his audition completely and had ended up not even having a single line. 

Potter got the lead. 

He vowed that day to never let Potter beat him to a role again, and so far he hadn’t, managing to get the male lead in every performance since. 

Ranting under his breath, Regulus continued listening to Potter’s footsteps, praying that he’d trip over something and fall flat on his face. Sadly, that did not happen and they both arrived at the storage closet unharmed.

Well, except for Potter’s face, a bright red mark was blossoming across his cheek. In his room, Regulus had a shelf of little trophies and awards he’d earned, but this was the most valuable. He wanted to take a picture of it and display it like a tapestry. He’d wanted to knock the crooked smile of his face for years now.

“What the fuck are you smiling about, this is your fault” Potter snapped, reaching forward to push the door open, having to bang it a bit, it had been given to the drama department after the lock had broken leaving it so that you can only open it from the outside.

“My fault?!” Regulus seethed, anger rearing up again as he followed Potter into the closet, “I’m sorry, did I rip the costume? Because, now forgive me if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure that was you!”

“I’ve said already it was an accident, god you’re insane”

“I’m insane? Are you fucking joking? I’ll show you insane” Regulus snapped stepping into Potter’s space.

The door slammed behind them and a loud click told them it had locked. 

Well fuck.

Potter stared at him for a second before bursting into laughter. Curling over, wiping away tears, booming laughter, while Regulus wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and disappear. 

“What by locking us in a confined space together? Great plan Reggie” he choked out, still cackling.

Regulus ran a hand through his hair, messing up the precise curls. “Don’t call me that!” then turned to start pulling at the door, desperate to set them free, but no matter how hard he pulled at the handle it wouldn’t budge.

“Stop laughing at me” Regulus mumbled, hitting his head against the door and groaning, the situation was embarrassing enough without Potter taking the piss.

The laughing trailed off suddenly and Regulus cocked an eyebrow suspiciously, not expecting to actually be listened to. Potter was gawking at him, eyes sparkling, his jaw dropped slightly. 

Narrowing his eyes, Regulus met his gaze, “What?” he sneered.

Potter slowly moved towards him and tucked a stray piece of hair behind his ear, his face fell from anger to confusion and Regulus was holding his breath. He wasn’t sure why. It felt like all of the oxygen had been sucked out of the room. Their eyes locked and the world around them disappeared.

Then they were kissing, lips meeting bruisingly, and Regulus didn’t know who had moved first. It was desperate and hungry, tongues exploring each other's mouths and breathy gasps being shared between them. Potter’s hands threaded through his hair and pulled, causing his lips to part around a guttural moan.

He grabbed Potter by the shoulders and shoved him slightly, leaving about an inch between their faces, “This means nothing, I still fucking hate you” he mumbled into Potter’s mouth then he grabbed his face and pulled him in again and proceeded to practically eat him alive.

[kiwi2229]

Pair of gloves

(James Potter / Regulus Black | 683 words)

For @jegulus-microfic prompt: Snow

Regulus closes the book and sights at the sound of his phone ringing. He picks up the phone and hesitates at the name James Potter on the display. James for some reason Regulus was still suspicious about started to spend time with him. He calls him just to talk or texts him random thoughts over the day. Regulus is not sure why. Don’t get him wrong, he likes the boy and the attention he is receiving. He just doesn’t understand why James even bothers with him.

“Yes?” Regulus says as he picks up the call.

“Well hello to you too, Reg,” James answers and Regulus can hear the amusement in his voice. “Are you home?”

Regulus narrows his eyes before answering. “Why?”

James laughs. “That means yes, great! I will pick you up in 10 minutes meet me downstairs.”

Regulus throws up his free hand in the air. Where the good manners of announcing your visit a few days beforehand went. He looks outside and yes, it’s still snowing. The white blanket lies heavily on the ground. “No. It’s cold.”

“So dressed up. Don’t forget your scarf, I know you have one. And gloves, Reg.”

“I’m not going outside, James.”

“You have 8 minutes.” James singsongs and Regulus can hear how the snow crunches under his shoes.

“I’m gonna leave you there standing.” Regulus resorts knowing already that it’s an empty threat. James apparently knows it too.

“Don’t forget the gloves. See ya.” And hangs the phone. Regulus stares at the phone and then looks outside and back at the phone. Unbelievable. He thinks and gets up intentionally omitting the gloves just out of pure spite.

Fifteen minutes later Regulus opens the door to see James waiting for him. He is dressed in a warm jacket and a red scarf around his neck. He is not wearing a hat, so the white snowflakes catch in his dark curls decorating it. Regulus refuses to acknowledge how cute it is. “James.” He greats.

“Reggie, how are you today?” Regulus can see the excitement shining from the boy.

“Cold. Why are we outside, when it’s snowing?” Regulus asks still hidden under the tiny roof over the door. James looks at him as if Regulus have just asked the most stupid question.

“Because it’s snowing? It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Come one, let’s go.” James says and takes a few steps back carefully watching if Regulus follows. When he isn’t he stops again smiling widely like he is enjoying this game too much for Regulus’ liking.

“Where are we going?” Regulus asks. He already made his way downstairs so he will be going, but he would appreciate knowing the plan, thank you very much.

“We are building a snowman!”

“We are not children anymore.” James takes a few steps back standing right in front of him.

“Oh, Reggie. And who said you have to be a child for us to build a snowman? I love it. And Sirius told me you never did it much as children because of your parents, so we are making up for it! Will you please do me the greatest honour and stop stalling?”

Regulus tries very much not to blush at the intensity James is giving him puppy eyes. He is a weak man and scoffs at the fact his legs move against his wishes. He briefly wonders what James would have to ask for Regulus to truly say no. He looks down at his bare hands and regrets not bringing the gloves. He starts to open his mouth to suggest he will just stand there and watch while James builds his desired snowman when James laughs.

“Oh, don’t even try that. I’m having no excuses today.” He buries his arm into his bag and hands Regulus another pair of gloves. “I brought spare ones because I know you are stubborn.” James leans closer, his shoulders bumping against each other and mock whispers. “I have you figured out, Reggie. There is no escaping now, you’re mine.” Regulus fastens his steps in an effort to hide how his breath hitch up at that.

[swampthingking]

regulus black’s guide to face painting and falling in love

halloween au <3

struggling artist reg - dad james - baby harry

tw: regulus briefly reflecting on his childhood (u know how it be) and reg inquiring about harry’s scar

The thing about being a freelance artist is this; you take work where you can find it.

Unfortunately for Regulus, that means he’s found himself occupying the Halloween Fair from 12 to 5PM as the face painter.

Regulus didn’t understand people’s obsession around fairs.

Well, he understood them. The hazardous rides that are operated by people who are either half asleep, or recently graduated from high school. The funnel cakes and apple cider. The apple flavored everything. The pumpkin flavored everything (which Regulus can’t find it in himself to hate, despite his best efforts. He sips his pumpkin spiced latte and glowers.) The pumpkin carving, corn maze, haunted house, haunted hayride, haunted arcade.

And of course, the children.

Just because Regulus understands the appeal around fall festivals doesn’t mean he likes them. He likes autumn, of course. It’s his favorite season.

That doesn’t mean he wants to sit outside, under the flimsy protection of a questionable tent, painting the faces of squirming, sugar-addled children.

Regulus doesn’t dislike children. He just doesn’t quite know how to… interact with them. He tries, because in all honesty, kids are funny. But they don’t always like him. Regulus is grumpy; stoic. He tries to joke, but kids don’t love dry humor, sarcasm, or straight faced deliveries.

Would he like to share his life with a husband and a child or two? Of course. But he doesn’t want to raise a child just for them to despise him. He doesn’t want to marry someone just for him to be disappointed in the father Regulus might be.

But Regulus also knows he doesn’t have great parental examples to go off of. And he knows what not to do. Knows what made him feel small. He still feels the things said and done that stick with him; the scars he bears.

He’s spent hours painting pumpkins, bugs, princess masks, Spider-Man, those motherfuckers from Paw Patrol. More characters from the provided booklet he can’t remember, on so many faces he can’t remember either. But it’s money, and money keeps him paying his share of the lease with Sirius.

Regulus checks his watch. 4:53PM.

The fair wasn’t as busy as it was earlier this afternoon. The clouds were dark and scowling, but were far too cowardly to start actually crying. He stood from the cheap stool, stretching his back, reaching for the paintbrushes to start packing up.

The brushes had been provided by whoever hired him, but he still had an intrinsic need to clean them properly. He can’t stand the thought of paint cemented into the hairs of a brush. And these brushes are perfectly good still. Regulus wonders if anyone would notice if he stuck them in his bag—

“Do you have time for one more?” A deep voice asked from behind him.

Regulus turned to see a beaming child in the arms of a man, wearing the same smiles. The same dimples. The same curly, brown hair. Even the same glasses.

Regulus was absolutely freezing, and he was sure if he touched this kid’s face, he would start to cry because if it. He desperately wanted to beat the rain before it started pissing down, but the boy was grinning, and Regulus’ heart squeezed at the thought of taking that from him if he declined.

So he nodded and said, “Yeah, of course,” and rolled the table of supplies in between the chairs they’ll sit in.

The man set his son down, thanking Regulus while the boy hurtled himself into the rickety chair, climbing into it like he was scaling a mountain. One muddy, red Converse kicked up onto the seat to haul himself into it, his knee slipping as he planted himself on the cushion.

“This is Harry,” the man gestures to his son, who was busy inspecting Regulus’ paints, his nose almost touching the pallet.

Now that there was no line and the fair seemed predominantly empty, Regulus could relax. Could handle small talk. He paused gathering the brushes he’d been in the process of purloining to give Harry a closed lipped, but genuine smile.

“Hi, little love. I’m Regulus.”

The man slid some cash in the tip jar before sitting in the chair beside Harry, knees spread, elbows resting on his legs. “And I’m James.”

He reached out to shake Regulus’ hand, not seeming to care that it was covered in paint. It was warm and firm, long fingers nearly encasing Regulus’ whole hand.

Harry smiled up at Regulus as he took a seat in front of him, his knees bracketing the boy’s tiny legs as he kicked the air. He had a small gap between his front teeth, and after he clawed the hair out of his eyes in that aggressive way that children do—like they have a vendetta—Regulus saw a webbed scar on his forehead.

“Cool scar,” Regulus acknowledged.

No, Halloween Fair face painters aren’t mandated reporters, but he was dubious anyway. Regulus had been a child with marks. With secrets. Children Harry’s age love to talk about anything and everything. It was part of their development. Regulus wanted to see where Harry took him, or didn’t.

But Harry’s smile only grew, like he was eager to tell the story. An abused child probably wouldn’t do that.

“I was running through the forest, and allullasudden, I just knew—” Harry’s eyes were wide, demanding Regulus not look away. “I was around, surround—” he looked up frustratingly at James for help, and James only started to whisper the word before Harry cut him off, the word coming to him. “—sur-rounded by these guys! They were in these black coats. And I was running super fast because I was ini-vib-sible, and then I tripped. There was this tree. I fell. My head hit the ground so hard, and I fought them off and escaped and the guy really wanted my ring, and he was really weird looking. And then, I have a scar.”

So, the entire plot of the Lord of the Rings, with a personal spin.

Regulus liked him.

“Tripped and fell into a table,” James mouths, exaggerating his words so Regulus could read his lips. His hands cupped around his mouth so Harry wouldn’t notice him spoiling his story.

“Hmm,” Regulus ponders, draping a paint-stained rag over his thigh to distract himself from a smile. “I think I’ve heard about that. That was you?”

“Yes,” Harry says with conviction. James is looking at his son with such adoration that it makes Regulus’ stomach hurt. He has to turn away.

“I can’t believe I’m sitting in front of the boy who saved the world.” Regulus mock bows to him just because he knows it’ll make him laugh. “Thank you for allowing me the honor to paint your face. Unfortunately, little love,” Regulus puts on a sulk. “the glasses will have to come off.”

Harry ripped them off one handed, throwing his arm out to James who was already reaching to take them. He folded the temples, tucking it into his shirt and letting them hang off the collar.

Regulus’ eyes may have lingered on the tan skin, and James may have seen him. The corner of his mouth was quirked when Regulus glanced back up at his face.

Oh, God. He was hot.

Regulus looked away, hoping the chilled, autumn air disguised the heat in his face. He turned to Harry, even as he felt James looking at him still.

“What are we painting?”

“Sméagol,” Harry says without a beat.

Regulus purses his lips. He would not laugh at this child. He would not laugh.

He sucks his lips into his mouth, his cheekbones aching.

“Really into Lord of the Rings right now, as you’ve probably guessed,” James offers, looking equally as affected as Regulus.

Regulus nods, turning away from them in attempt to turn his laugh into a cough. He fails.

He takes his phone out instead and pulls up a reference picture of the creature, then sets his phone on the tray off to his side. Harry glances down at it and smiles excitedly, legs pumping.

“Sméagol it is,” Regulus declares, mixing a grayish-tan into the pallet. “Ready?”

Harry flinches at the first few swipes of paint, but sits fairly still after he gets used to the temperature. He kicks incessantly, but they don’t land on Regulus, so he doesn’t mind. At one point, James asks permission to take a video to send to Harry’s mum.

Regulus hadn’t really let himself hope, but he was still a bit disappointed. He would get over it, he knew, but—

“Her wife is the one who’s been reading the books to him. She’s gonna be beside herself when she sees what he’s done.”

Oh.

Well, that changes things.

“Hm,” Regulus says, trying to keep his focus on Harry, and making him into the best Sméagol there could possibly be. But when he turns to look at the reference photo, he glances at James, who’s looking at him. James smiles softly, head cocked. Wondering.

Jesus Christ.

By the time Regulus finished, the sun was setting. He checked his watch. 5:26PM.

He wasn’t upset he’d stayed late.

Harry was the spitting image of Sméagol. Regulus has painted his entire face a warm grey, his nose a rosy pink, then added the wrinkles in darker grays and black, shading his face to take on the shape of Sméagol’s. He’d gently splattered brown freckles onto his face to look like sun spots. He even painted thin black tendrils of hair down Harry’s neck.

He was magnificent. Regulus’ favorite piece yet, truly.

James took more pictures, and Harry’s penchant for theatrics came to fruition as he crouched, feet and hands on the grass, crawling towards James like Sméagol does in the movies.

Regulus offered to take some photos of Harry and James together. James excitedly handed Regulus his phone, then scooped Harry up and propped him on a hip. Harry grabbed James’ hand, which was sporting many rings, and pretended to bite his fingers. It was futile, but James attempted to look terrified. He ended up cracking and breaking into a heart-stuttering smile, eyes squinting and cheeks giving way to dimples.

The pictures were adorable, naturally.

Harry broke character suddenly, gasping, a hand slapping on the top of his head. Regulus saw a raindrop sliding down from his hairline and wiped it away, just before it could drip onto his face and smear the paint.

“My paint!” Harry yelled, face contorting. Regulus had to look away from this glassy-eyed child with the grotesque face of Sméagol. The last thing Regulus wanted them to think was that he would laugh at a child’s sorrow.

To Regulus’ relief, James was also stifling his laughter as he set Harry on the ground, removing his own jacket to implement it as a shield above his son. The rain was picking up now into a light sprinkle. “Forgot an umbrella, babe. We’re gonna have to run super fast.”

“Daddy.” Sméagol-Harry looked up to James, sounding close to tears. “My paint,” he said, dejected.

Regulus absolutely didn’t think this through before he did it, but he said, “We won’t let your paint get ruined, love.”

He walked to his bag and rummaged around for his umbrella. He opened it and handed it to Harry, whose chubby hand wrapped around the handle, but wasn’t strong enough to hold it up against the breeze.

James and Regulus grabbed it at the same time, all three of their hands piled on top of each other. James’ was over Regulus’, so he couldn’t just pull away without ripping the umbrella from Harry, and he was absolutely not doing that.

James removed his hand with the barest hint of pink on his cheeks. He put his jacket back on now that his son was protected from the rain, thanking Regulus for holding the umbrella.

“Do you have another umbrella?” James asked once his jacket was zipped.

“Uh— no. But I can find one. I’ll ask someone. I’m alright.” He attempted to wave it off, despite knowing that he is anemic, and his fingers are already freezing.

“Okay, take this back, please. I can’t have you walking back in the pouring rain.”

“I’ll be fine. You guys take it.”

“Let us walk you to your car.”

Regulus cringed. “I… took the bus.”

James’ eyes widen. “You were going to walk to the bus stop, and then all the way home with no umbrella?”

“Yyyes?”

James raises a brow at him. He really hadn’t thought it through.

“Take your umbrella.” James goes to hand it back, then had to stop because of Harry’s death grip around the neck of it. James starts to, presumably, ask him to let go.

“What umbrella?” Regulus turns to pack up his supplies, avoiding looking at James. He knows playing this card probably won’t work but hopefully if he’s annoying enough, it will convince James to just take it. “I didn’t give you that umbrella. You came with it.”

James deadpans. “Okay, if you’re going to do that, we’ll just have to give you a ride home.”

Regulus spasms. “What? No, that’s— you don’t have to do that.”

“I didn’t do anything. You asked me for a ride.”

Regulus gasps, but he’s smiling. Damn it. “Oh, you’re good.”

Regulus lives fairly close, about 10 minutes away. The ride is almost silent. The radio is low, and Harry talks all about their day, sparing no details. What they saw, what they did, what he ate, who he talked to, what he thought about the corn maze (“Why can’t I eat the corn? Why is it there then?” to which James responded, “It’s not for us to eat.” to which Harry responded, “Why?” to which James responded, “I don’t know, babe. I just know they asked us to not eat it.” to which Harry responded, “Why?”).

His little thoughts bounced around the car until they abruptly stopped. Regulus peeked into the backseat to see him sound asleep, his mouth open, head lulled to the side. The blue eyes Regulus had painted on his eyelids stared back at him, and Regulus began to regret his artistic choice.

As they drove, Regulus couldn’t help but sneak glances over at James. He almost doesn’t want to look at him, but he can’t seem to stop. He’s stuck between wanting to remember him and not wanting to look at him so he can forget his face easier. At one point, James glances back, the gold frames of his glasses glinting from the streetlights.

Regulus’s house is dark, the porch light Sirius left on for him flickering, when they pull up to the curb. Sirius has gone into a Halloween frenzy, and it looks like a Spirit Halloween vomited all over the front porch and yard. Jack-o’-lanterns line each step, the carvings depicting various faces. Waterproof fairy lights in the shape of ghosts hang from the oak tree, twinkling like the flames of a candle.

“Thank you for—”

“Maybe I could see you again?” James says quickly, like he’d been thinking of saying it for a awhile, but hadn’t had the nerve to.

Regulus looks over at him, wide eyed. James ran a hand through his mussed hair, looking endearingly nervous.

Regulus grins, all teeth, and James returns it. “I would love that.”

[evermoreismychild]

i have a headcanon that once sirius was disowned, reg couldn’t stay away from sirius’ room just wanting to feel close to his big brother, so he would take his things and wear them or use them not knowing most of sirius’ clothes were stolen from remus or james and occasionally james would see reg in the corridor wearing things that he could’ve sworn were his but how would reg get his things?

then one weekend reg is sitting in the library wearing a gryffindor sweatshirt (a black turtleneck underneath ofc) and james knows for certain it’s his so he approaches him.

“where’d you get that?” he asks him

reg gets defensive bc…well bc he’s reg, “why’s it matter to you, potter?”

potter, sporting a wry grin, “because it’s mine, look my initials are on the sleeve.”

and regulus gets red because sure enough, stitched into the dark red fabric are the initials of the upperclassmen reg has had a crush on since 1st year: J.P.

[florsial]

Black Brothers sketches (I have no clue if ppl could tell but just in case yall can't Reg is the one with a red and gold ribbon) (yes Sirius wears a necklace with the moon phases)

I really like Sirius' look but I have so much trouble putting Regulus' look down on a drawing/sketch for some reason bfubwrfkubqefcu so ill have to put him in a grinder and rebuild him again.

For the hair thing: I hc them both as Chinese which sadly reduces their hair volume and curls (because Asian hair is like that) 😔 the only reason why Sirius' curly is because I fully believe he would get a perm. At the same time, Regulus sticks to his naturally straight (and no volume) silk hair.

Appearance HCs!!:

-Regulus' face is a lot more rounder compared to the rest of the family (except Andromeda)

-Trans Regulus has my heart (typically it's ftm but I also really like mtf) and Sirius is cis. Still, it isn't to say that he's strictly masc since I believe him to be very open to makeup and other typically feminine attire/styles (this is actually because I find the picture of a muscular Sirius wearing a pink lacy slip absolutely hilarious) (I'm sorry but can you actually be sad and picture that) (I'll let your mind wander)

-The Black family is always very tall, so naturally, Regulus is actually taller than Sirius but since Sirius fucking struts around his platforms it switches the height difference (aka balances it out a bit)

-Sirius' eyes are def like a desaturated pale blue and really unsettling, it makes you feel as if you are being stalked and judged heavily. While Regulus' is fully grey, darker, and less creepy, I can't explain but it's preferable to look into Regulus' eyes compared to Sirius'.

-While Regulus has freckles, Sirius has more moles scattered about

-Never shutting up about this, but Sirius is one of the (very) few members of the family to not gain white streaks/patches. Regulus on the other hand has sections of his hair that are white, but unlike Narcissa's hair, which grows in patches but is hidden underneath so most don't really notice it except when she ties her hair up, Regulus' white patches are displayed on top of his head of hair. Makes him feel as if he looks older

-Sirius smells like a variety of cheap perfumes (especially those strawberry cake ones from Bath and body works) and Regulus smells like a specific expensive cologne that he only uses and nothing else (he buys that shit in bulk)

-Regulus rarely paints his nails but Sirius does and it's a different color everytime (he loves variety) (same)

[themessedupsonata]

Lay All Your Love On Me

Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sirius has always been your friend, but he falls in love with you and decides to confess his feelings at the sound of ABBA at a party.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Alcohol, shitty family and mentions of mental health.

A/N: Technically, this is not historically accurate bc this story happens at the sixth year (1976) and ''Lay all Your Love on me'' was first released at 1980, so just use your imagination.

Sirius Orion Black never thought he would one day find love. He never received love from his own family, and even the love he felt for Reg was difficult because Regulus was the shy little boy. Sirius was the rebel, which meant Regulus had to hear that Sirius was a bad influence all along and, unfortunately, when everyone says you shouldn't be in someone's company, it becomes tough to maintain a good, normal relationship with that someone.

But everything changed when Sirius arrived at Hogwarts.

He thought the rest of his life would be miserable because he went to Gryffindor and not Slytherin like his whole family. But he became friends with James, then with Remus and then with Peter. He has finally found his true family.

In the second year, he met you. You, his future best friend and partner in crime, his biggest confidant; who would give him a comforting hug, so he could cry because he had no words to say how broken he was, and you wouldn't insist on talking because you always understood him, even without words. You were his great love, his world, his everything.

Obviously, you didn't know that.

He would rather die than lose you because he was sure you would never feel the same. You were perfection itself; you were all the good the world had to offer, for Merlin's sake.

Besides, you were his best friend.

God, he hated that word so much.

It brings us to this exact point where Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup and a party is going on in their common room, and you obviously were here because you've always loved supporting James and Sirius, and you could have fun with Remus, Lily, Marlene and Dorcas. Sirius has been watching you throughout the party because you looked stunning. You were wearing a simple black dress, and you didn't do anything different with your hair, but you could have fought a family of dragons alone, and you'd still be the most beautiful girl in the world in Sirius' opinion.

Sirius saw a guy flirting with you at the start of the party, and he instantly sulked. He knew he had no right to be jealous, but he couldn't help but feel a pang in his chest as that random guy made you throw your head back while you laughed. So Padfoot decided to try to distract himself from his grief by drinking Firewhiskey. He drank a lot, but he was so used to alcohol that he needed more than just a few sips to lose control of his own mind. So, at the moment, he was simply tipsy.

The eldest child of the Black family was dancing, talking loudly to James and having a good time, managing by some miracle not to think about you for a while, when the first notes of “Lay All Your Love On Me” started playing on the record player that some muggle-born brought to the party. ABBA was your favourite musical group, and Sirius just couldn't stand you singing one of their songs every thirty minutes. He loved you as much as a man could love a woman, but you definitely knew how to get out of tune sometimes.

Before he could stop himself, Padfoot's eyes met his and, just like any other occasion when this happened, his heart raced and he felt his cheeks start to turn red. But at that exact moment, he realized something: he was tired of loving you from afar. He loved being his friend, but he needed to know if you'd be able to do him the honour of tasting the lips he's fantasized about for years. If you would give him your permission to hold you in his arms to make you feel loved and safe. If you'd be as happy as he would be if the two of you held hands as you walked to Hogsmeade in front of everyone, showing that you belonged together. Being her friend was no longer enough. He would respect you if you didn't want to be his girl, but if there were a minimum chance to you to accept his heart, he definitely wouldn't waste it.

Taking advantage of the fact that one of your favourite songs was playing, he decided to tell you how he felt about you. He climbed on the table and started singing the song that translated exactly how he felt about you.

I wasn't jealous before we met,

Now every woman I see is a potential threat

He had absolutely no pride in feeling like punching any boy in the face who flirted with you because, as much as he hated to admit it, he was so insecure. Throughout his childhood, he was told that he was replaceable and an embarrassment to the family and, except for Andromeda and Regulus, he never felt that anyone truly loved him. His self-esteem undoubtedly improved after he made friends and discovered who he really was, but the feeling that he was unlovable and alone never went away. If you were his girlfriend, he would respect and trust you completely, but he always felt that any boy in the world would be much better for you than he is. And it just tore him apart.

And I'm possessive, it isn't nice

You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice

Remembering that brought a smile to his face. You always hated your smoking habits. Every time you saw him lighting a cigarette, you would look at him with daggers in his eyes or launch into an extremely long rant about how nicotine would "ruin your lungs." Every time you did that, he rolled his eyes and had to stop himself from shutting you up with his lips.

But now it isn't true

Now everything is new

And all I've learned has overturned

I beg of you

One thing he never told you is that he has a collection of…well, you. Since he was 12, he kept all the things you gave him and all the little things that remind him of you in a white box under his bed. Everything. All the little drawings you made in the middle of potions class in the corner of the parchment. All the coloured pebbles you gave him in third grade when you had that iconic hippie phase. The Queen concert tickets you gave him for his birthday, the pressed flower that he always forgets the name of but reminds him of you. He looks at these things every night before he falls asleep.

Remus, James and Peter found out about the box (and consequently his love for you) two years ago and ever since then, it's been a nightmare because every time they saw you talking to Padfoot, and they were pretty sure you wouldn't. Noticing them, the three marauders would make kissing sounds, hands hearts and all that embarrassing shit you do to embarrass and annoy your friends when they have a crush right behind you, so only Sirius would see them.

Even with his friends irritating him, Sirius was very grateful to have them to help him deal with his feelings. He has never been in love and he never thought he would because all the members of the Black family had arranged marriages, so now that he loves someone he has no idea what to do. He just wanted you to love and care for him as much as he loves and cares for you. Not only that, he wanted you. You to be his and the privilege to belong to you.

Don't go wasting your emotion

Lay all your Love on Me

Sirius' family and life are completely messed up, he knew that. But even with his relapses, he was fine. Not many people can say that, but he was fine. Yes, he has a lot of problems, and sometimes he feels sad, but he, (Sirius realized as he sang in front of all the people at the party) was genuinely happy. He no longer feels the emptiness in his chest that he used to feel when he was younger. He had the best friends he could ask for, he had you, and his mental health is stable.

So yes, he has relatively heavy baggage, but who doesn't? You have many flaws. You have your traumas and your past, but Sirius was willing to overcome them because he loved you. He would never ignore them, make them seem less important, or treat her like a china doll because of it. He would just accept that they exist and he would love you unconditionally because he wanted everything from you. Sirius wanted the fights and the disagreements and the arguments, as ugly and terrible as they were because they would be with you; and everything is better with you.

He would try to be the best man in the world for you because that's what you deserve. He would respect your time and your limits and care much more for you than he does for himself. Sirius wouldn't be perfect, but he would try his best because it would make you happy and as long as you were happy, so would he.

It was like shooting a sitting duck

A little small talk, a smile and baby I was stuck

I still don't know what you've done with me

A grown-up woman should never fall so easily

He still remembers the exact moment he realized he was in love with you. Sirius and you had just started the fifth year and you both were under the tree beside the dark lake. It was an autumn afternoon and it was very windy, so there was no one around the two of you. You were telling Sirius about your family and how unforgettable your vacation was. You and your cousins ​​went to your aunt's beach house and since you and your mom were the only witches in the family, you and your parents had a lot of funny moments when your whole family went to the beach and you had contact with a lot of families Muggles and their powers sometimes got out of control. He was crying with laughter because you sneezed next to a couple and you and your cousins had to find a way to make the woman's beach bag stop floating without them realising that something was really wrong with you.

You and he were just being two stupid teenagers, but at that moment Sirius realized that you were his favourite person. And he would die a happy man if he spent the rest of his days listening to the sound of your voice because it always made him feel warm inside. He never realized that you had the most beautiful eyes in the world, or how much he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to spend the rest of the day with you and he wanted to see you old and grey. Sirius was 100% sure that you would look beautiful.

The moment he realized that he froze in shock. You got worried and suggested a glass of water and he was so stunned he just nodded. After a few sips, he said he was fine but needed sleep. He spent the rest of the day lying in bed and looking at the roof, wondering what he would do now.

I feel a kind of fear

When I don't have you near

Unsatisfied, I skip my pride

I beg you dear

The song ended and it took him a few seconds to realize it. Everyone in the common room was cheering enthusiastically, but the only person Sirius cared about at the moment was you. He got off the table and walked over to you, who was still looking at him with confusion and amusement in your eyes. He took your hand and practically dragged you to his dorm. Once there, he made you sit on his bed and closed the door.

"I'm in love with you Y/n," He said, staring at the door, not being able to meet your eyes.

“I meant every word I sang. I've loved you for two years and the war is coming and I can't let anything happen to either of us without telling you that my heart will always belong to you, Y/n/n." He took a deep breath and looked at you, who still was sitting on his bed.

You were extremely surprised. How would you not? Your best friend was confessing his love for you, and you definitely didn't expect that. You were so afraid of hurting him or ruining your friendship, but...

"I love you too," you said. Being unable to stop smiling.

You caught a glimpse of Sirius immediately turning to you and walking towards you until there were only inches keeping you two apart.

"A-are you serious?" He looked so shocked and you felt your heart break for him. Sirius clearly didn't think he was worthy of his love, but you would spend the rest of your days showing him how wonderful he was and how much you adored him.

You stood on tiptoe and kissed him, and Sirius felt himself melt. It took him a few seconds to kiss you back, but when he finally realized what was happening, he cupped your cheek with his left hand and put his right arm around your waist.

Neither of you has ever felt as complete as you do right now, in each other's arms. And you both wanted it to be this way until the end of the times

[itsjaywalkers]

Well now you’ve asked for it I simply MUST talk about my beloved fem Sirius!!! Tbh I’m a Black brothers (now sisters!!!) supremacist and once Regulus gets out of their parents clutches Sirius is in fact attached to her little sister’s side at all times!!!

Regulus definitely struggles to stop unthinkingly conforming to the very conservative fashion their parents enforced but Sirius is an EXCELLENT influence. Sirius did a total 180 once she got away from Grimmauld Place and Remus DIED the first time she saw Sirius rocking her lil red crop top, leather jacket, ripped skinny jeans, and combat boots (same remus). If Sirius has it her way she’ll never wear a dress or skirt again because after never being allowed to wear pants there’s such a freedom in it for her. Everything is also skin tight because it would give her parents a heart attack but also because she has control over her sexuality and LOVES it. Obviously she’s tatted as fuck for this reason to and while a lot of them have meaning to her (Leo constellation, moon phases, etc) some she has because they’re silly and fun (defs has a smiley face tatted on her ass).

She really does work hard to get Regulus to break free of those ingrained habits from Grimmauld Place because she loves and worries about her sister. Regulus is uncomfortable af in pants unlike her sister but Sirius considers getting her in a skirt/dress above her knees a massive win!!! She also gets Regulus to incorporate colors that aren’t green, black, and grey in to her wardrobe (she can’t convince her sister to wear red and gold but purple and blue are frankly big steps for her). Sirius would be the most understanding big sister in the world and desperately want to make up for the years they were separated. She’d also help Regulus break unhealthy habits like diet culture or waking up super early to do the beauty routine that their mother enforced.

Also when she finds out both her and Regulus are gorgeous lesbians and their parents are 0/2 she throws the HOTTEST party. She wears shorts with fishnets and Remus is literally ready to throw hands with any girl that even LOOKS in Sirius’ direction (remus would have to beat the shit out of me bc my jaw would be on the ground)

morgan i'm just sitting here, eyes full of tears, reading and rereading this ask bc it's . one of the sweetest things ever and i love the black brothers (sisters in this case) so very much i might just explode

i just adore the idea of sirius being the one who . helps her sister find her style and encourages her to try new things and wear whatever the fuck she wants and feels comfy in, after all those years of being manipulated by walburga </3

also sirius refusing to wear skirts or dresses bc of her mother while reg still loves them and feels confident in them AND slowly but surely wearing them shorter and tighter bc she feels pretty and sexy and she can ignore her mum's voice in her head a lot better when sirius is right next to her <333

just !! them !! safe and happy and taking care of each other !! living their lives however they want !!!

AND THE PARTY BC OF THE LESBIAN REVEAL SHE SO WOULD i love her sooooo much and remus would probably kick my ass too bc just reading ur descriptions already had me drooling like . fem sirius is so fucking hot . remus i get u i really do

[birlwrites]

If reg is black, evan is grey/blue and heather is pink, what color / color scheme is barty (or anyone else in ttdll)?

barty doesn't have an Official color but i usually put him in, like, earthy green colors - and whenever he's not wearing robes i tend to envision him in a white button-down and khakis for some ungodly reason. barty i'm so sorry i don't know why you exist in business casual in my mind. probably because also in my mind you tend to destroy these clothes by singeing them and/or getting blood on them and i like that cognitive dissonance especially when compared to regulus

marlene is like an earthy, orange-y red; sirius is also black mwahaha, but in an aggressively Non-uptight way; nobody else really has a color? i tend to think of maeve in purple but that's not official in the way that regulus and evan and heather have their Official colors. narcissa has a lot of pastel+silver combos. the rosiers are pastel+gold

[allamericanb-tch]

you signed up for this thoughts (3)

last part ! 

chapter 21

choking ?! 

jegulus 

sirius!

oh, sirius

barty jump scare

barty pov oh me oh my

oh!

HELP i thought the choking would be kinky but nope it’s just fighting

REGULUS TELLING BARTY HE LOVES JAMES AHHHH

go get your man reggie

AHHHHHHH

oh ?!

poor barty ☹️

i love evan so much 

kisses his teeth

wolfstar! so cute i love them

james calling regulus ‘mi vida’ ❤️‍🩹

i love them so much

minor spelling mistake 🤬

i love jegulus

chapter 22

marlene!!! also exact date and time ?! eat

“What’s a year to two determined lesbians?” i love you marlene 

please i don’t know 24 hour time

regulus you menace

barty!

i lowkey forget they went back to london. even though i JUST READ IT 

remus!

dolphins!!!

oh me oh my why is lily telling them to get out of the water (trying to be panicked for them but mostly i’m happy that i understood what she said)

sperm whale!

remus please ask him i’m begging you

HELP WHY DID I JUST STOP READING IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS

regulus!

mi vida ❤️‍🩹

dorcas is so me when i text

live laugh love peter

what

oh me oh my

eughh

EW 

UGH

EW

WHY DID I READ THAT

STOPPP AHHHHH EEWW

ew omg. 

chapter 23

🎶august sipped away like a bottle of wine cause you were never mine🎶

remu!

gasp

eughhh

me saying ew to all of this and then continuing to read it 

ew

AHHH

sirius is asking remus to stay

AHHHH

omg i love regulus

lily!!!!

platonic jily the love of my life 

AHHH!!!! PANDALILY!!!!!!

yes night swimming is so fun

oh ?

HELP I JUST DOUBLE TAPPED MY SCREEN TRYING TO LIKE THIS

“You want me to inception your brother?”

live laugh love wolfstar 

chapter 24

three more sleeps ☹️

james is so real ☹️

i want to move to spain

poor regulus ☹️

lily!!!!!

i love lesbians

dorcas!!!!

eugh

cliff jumping is lowkey terrifying 

AHHHHH!!!!!!

i love dorlene ❤️‍🩹

oh my

eughh

i’m literally at my friends house sitting next to her in her bed reading this

ew omg

ahhhh im traumatized 

chapter 25

they’re at the bench ❤️‍🩹

guys. 

jegulus 

hanky panky

minor spelling mistake

sad goodbye ☹️

i’m going to cry

sad sad sad

☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

dorcas pov

stop i’m going to cry

this is reminding me of my sad airport goodbye 

regulus is so me

oh my gosh

please tell me he’s going back in the next chapter

chapter 26

poor james ☹️

HES ONLY FIVE HOURS AWAY ?! i could drive in my state for five hours and still be in it and i don’t even live in a big state

i am going to cry. 

marlene!

dorcas

“Why can they make it work but Reg and James can’t? Why does Reg have to fall apart? James deserves better.” i know this is what we all are thinking. 

dorlene my loves 

poor james ☹️ he is just going through it right now

barty! it’s been a while

oh!

regulus ?!

EVAN!!!!!

oh ?! 

remus has to leave too ☹️

i love that james calls lily liliana

eugh

but i mean good for james ? but bad for james also

AHHHGWTWIWNSGEG

i’m gonna cry but in a good way this time

oh!

so that’s what the spit is for. huh. 

eughhh

HELP

SIRIUS AHHH

remus too 😭😭

sweet brotherly moment in the midst of all this hanky panky 

chapter 27

title chapter!

it’s december! 

jegulus ❤️‍🩹

minor spelling mistake 🤬

HELP

poor sirius 😭😭

this is hilarious

i love them all

the way james likes his christmas decor gold and red and regulus likes it silver and green

i love christmas 

effie and monty!!!!!!!!

HELP SIRIUS MADE REGULUS BUY A NEW COUCH

the black brothers are. oh absolute menaces

“i’m pretty sure james gets the bisexual from effie” HELP i love effie she’s an icon

poor sirius just out here suffering because of overhearing regulus and james being regulus and james

i love effie with my whole heart 

james got a tattoo for regulus omg

i love christmas

i can’t believe remus and sirius ever hated each other. 

mary marlene and dorcas i love them 

new year’s eve!!

yes i love the grapes 

🎶who says i can’t wear my converse with my prom dress🎶

happy new year!

chapter 28

bonus! huzzah!

i love architecture 

churros!!

i love that they just befriended a bunch of strangers

omg. their tradition is to watch the sunrise. that’s amazing. 

sometimes i forget they’re british

what a great read. this was a good fic.

[limetimo]

Past Zero Hour by anonymsly :DDD make it little detective adventures featuring the silliest little guy (Regulus under the hole-iest fidelius you've seen in your life)

Psycho Killer, Qu'est Que Ce? by Icarusthesunandthestars after Sirius run away, Regulus had a schyzophrenia outbreak(? is that what you call it? let's say he had tendencies and now it really developed)

Learn How to Sprint Through a Stumble by sspideyman regulus had an oopsie and now is a teenage father on the run

Forgotten Sandalwood by OrangeColoredSky Hermione and Theo pull Regulus forward in time to them

Fake It Til You Make It! by maybebabyplease Sirius and Remus have very loud sex, James is suffering. Regulus suggests having very loud fake sex to traumatise wolfstar back

i'll bet you think about me by amolly regulus accidentally digests love potion and is crazy in love with JAmes potter until it wears off. The problem, James fell in love with him since they started spending time together.

priorities by rxgulus James in neglecting his family for work and is visited by three ghosts to show him where that can bring him (to an early grave, that is). Very nice!

Angel of Death by otrtbs James is a surgeon, Regulus is Death; the slow corruption of morals was slow but inevitable.

Beloved Lion Boy by orphan_account JAmes proclaims his interest in a mysterious someone. Regulus is annoyed with the Valentine craze.

With Regret, Regulus Black. by FishAnon, Thatsonships regulus dies, gets yot back in time, has the chance to fix stuff

hope blooms in the darkest hours by vazaha_tya to defeat voldy, hermione sends harry back in past

Do you still believe in one another? by Flowergirl2205 when sirius is running away from home Regulus is like "Hey?? I'm coming with!!"

everywhere, everything by ArrowWithin jegulus gets together

Heavy is the head that wears the crown by UnfortunatelyDisastrous James comes out to his mum. It doesn't go well and he quickly climbs back in the closet. He bonds over it with Regulus.

Can we still start anew? by wrapped Sirius doesn't fall through the veil because a regulus kncks him back out.

can i save you this time? (can you save me too?) by maynightcity, Quirmzi reg dies, gets yot back in time, has to deal with it

The Scent In Our Clothes by Antlers_Boy jegulus gets drunk, make and unbreakable promise that James will make Regulus love him and Regulus will let him, and promptly forget all about it because they were so drunk . Yea they're fucked. Or are they?

Home is not a place by regulusarchieblack (AlRiddle) for coincidences accidental child adoption

You Only Live Twice by drift99 remus and hermione get yot back to 1975, jegulily

We Don't Die Like Heroes by regulusarchieblack (AlRiddle) regulus thinks thinkies, a good one

secret. by coincidences regulus gets werewolfed

New Kinks by johndoelovesdeaddoves jegulus piss kink

Chocolate Heaven by WordsOfWilderness jegulus chocolate smut

James Potter the Green-Eyed Monster by AnaWritesThings jegulus jealousy smut

Cry For Me by RottenPleasures Sirius/James/Regulus, short with implied incest

all flowers in time bend towards the sun by milfairy regulus is not haveing a good time in this one

last christmas by milfairy bartylus fake dates into real dating

marlboro reds by milfairy there's a lot of pining but the outcome is that remus and barty fuck. and date

Smile in the Face of the Devil by mavournee dies, goes back to 16 yo, jegulus

Mortal Once More by SheOfTheBookAndSong survives, becomes potion master at hogwarts

dedicated to new lovers by cheeryknots jegulus sexy times

The Call by MiriamMT jegulus sexy times, brat regulus

the crows in the sky by auricul4 james has a quidditch kink and falls in over with regulus over a snitch catch

i have little use for threats, only promises by apricity_and_soulshine there was jegulily and then there was an obliviated regulus and abandoned baby harry

Of Bluebells and Deception by LucyAndreas widowed florist regulus ft. oh-guess-im-gay James

sneaking out of heaven by noasmirrorball jegulus sexy tiems

What We Do Today by Moe64 marauders era reads harry potter books

a sign in the midnight sky by littlestarbugs harry has to resort in third year tbh ive forgotten how regulus factors in

He'll take your heart and you must pay the price by Alfonsiny jegulus getting together

Harry's First Christmas by DumbDumb1782 harry meets regulus, gets kidnapped lol

Sprinkler Splashes and Fire Place Ashes by sunnystarz jegulus, musician reg

Do Not Go Gentle by AsILayDying hermione goes back in time reg/hermione

Ice Ice Baby by Calypte iceskater regulus hockey player james

RAB fics I read (Jan 2024)

Secrets of Stone and Sound the war horn by FiresFromOurHearts 'Draco is reincarnated Regulus' AU)

Of His Bones by MesserMoon for rabidlittlestrawberry Sirius and Regulus are princes; Orion dies, Sirius fucks off to the sea with pirates (privateers?), and Regulus is left with a crown he wasn't trained for and didn't want, trying to manage war-thirsty lords and usurpers, and dealing with the pirate captain locked up in his dungeons who is, confusingly enough, becoming his closest advisor. Also there's some weird shit going on between Riddle, Remus and James. wolfstar and jegulus to be

So Ready To Return by KrisKikstorky HEE HEE HOO HOO Omega Regulus & his baby are running away from their dangerous Alpha-daddy, Tom Riddle!

i see how this ends (poorly) by Quillium seer regulus we love to see it

PS. I Hate You by LucyAndreas writer James accidentally texts a wrong number, falls in love with the prickly hedgehog, and it's the best friend's brother trope, and Regulus gets stabbed

Faded with you by jaspoo Jegulus have a detention together and are yeeted into an alternate no-magic universe where they... never existed? Maybe???

A Muggle Tradition by amour_anguis, itsgivingcamp sexy times all around with Lily's Sirius-ly improved advent calendar!

The Ice Feels Colder Without You by FlowerLikeLotus ice skater Regulus has Issues, faceplants on the ice, gets kicked out by Wally and taken in by Sirius and the Potters and ect ect

Harry Potter and the Year That Should Have Been Normal by 3andaHalfGayWizardsinaTrenchcoat in his fifth year Harry defeated Voldy with the help of a mysterious figure but not without cost; Regulus pulls Sirius out of the veil and a different kind of shit hits the fan.

Loyal to a Fault by coincidences Regulus didn't want to return as a ghost!

The Age of Lies by TheDivineComedian The Order is being torn apart by distrust, Regulus comes to the Potters with the Horcruxes, and Peter fucks up.

Born Sick by Blackbrother2508 Regulus survives cave and gets by with a little help from his friends.

The Potions Master by Quecksilver_Eyes Regulus is the potions master

Call out to Your Brother, He's Calling out Your Name by pale_morning_sings_of_forgotten_things driven by Sirius' accusations and guilt, Regulus steps into the fight between Sirius and Wally. (He did not think that one through.)

Drowning and New Normal by orphan_account Jegulus are married with Lily as their third partner, James deals with his father's sudden death

The Prophets and the Kings by orphan_account Regulus survived the cave, warned the Potters, got into a bad spot for a bit, and got home-arrested with the Potters. endgame Jegulily

Hope & Legacy: Black Brothers Edition by epithalamium, nerakrose Wally and Orion kicked the bucket; therefore Sirisu

Hope & Legacy: Black Brothers Edition by epithalamium, nerakrose prongsfoot, moonseeker

Tulips Over Lilies by wynnebat for Ellory girl regulus, jegulus

An Open Door by tonberrys accidental baby aquisition featuring librarian Regulus and 8yo Harry

Does it almost feel like nothings changed at all? by orphan_account femme aro Regulus calls for help and Sirius answers

Read For Me by amour_anguis, regularis_vas sexy moonseeker times in a library

doors by Used_Tissue seer regulus, jegulus

Black Moon by ouzell survives tha cave, becomes spy, fucks a werewolf, good writing

The Second Story of Regulus Arcturus Black by IsabellaThordenson he dies comes back in '95, is a littlel shit, the ususal

When the Love Runs Out the potters die, regulus discovers he has been dosed by love potion since hogwarts, sirius doesn't go to azkaban but also doesn't win custody of harry

you'd ruin me with a smile by Valeriesgirl wrong number au jegulus

james potter's black cat by Valeriesgirl Regulus is black cat animagus

this is me trying by witchhunts reggie dies and gets yot back in time, with mysterious scars and no desire to repeat his fate

More than Magic by Hometown_Nerd the cave squibs regulus and he fights for his right and for harry's custody ect very nice very neat i love it

Padfoot by RandomReader13 a lovely series in which Regulus figures out that the big black dog that visits him is his brother, and the Black family decides to use this to draw Sirius back to them. gently

Mark of the Beast by disillusionist9 hhee hee hoo hoo cyborg ginny and assassin Reggie huhuehehe im so normal about this

A thousand bells ring in my heart (how hard it is to ask for forgiveness) by Alfonsiny soon after regulus dies in 1979, sirius and remus get yeeted to their childhood selves. Sirius in not going to let the past future repeat, that's for sure. wolfstar, ravenclaw regulus

i'll battle Future, we can make our own by auacademia barty is a seer, Sees the cave and says 'fuck that, not my boyfriend you bitch'

Back To The Old House by Gigix 260k of jegulus slowburn

are you sick of me? (would you like to be?) by residentrookie for PretentiousWreckingBall regulus has 0 care taking instincts but he WILL PAMPER POTTER BACK TO HEALTH OR HE SWEARS TO GOD--

Starfell Lodge by residentrookie it's christmas hols and potters and black are vacationing at their favourite resort. sirius' plan: to finally ask out the cute barista. Regulus' plan: to avoid his idiot brother and his idiot crush by working at remus' cafe.

the golden king by maladaptivewriting reg dies, wakes up in 1991 as an 11 yo, goes to Gryffindor to protect his ex bf's kid, ect ect

Just Different, Apparently by risetherivermoon (moonriverrise) neurodivergent on neurodivergent jegulus, very cute

Searching For A Heart by moonysmidnightlibrary regulus raising little luna, ft semi-single dad James

early morning, coffee cups by alarainai for industrations regulus and sirius are trying to save their failing bakery when BAM le wild james and remus appear. some angst but also comfort

Touch Like A Thorn by UnfortunatelyDisastrous sirius unknowingly helps his brother flirt with his best friend. Miracle of miracles, it works out

Cats don't smile by trafficlight19 ohohohoho. while in hiding, the Potters as well as Sirius are often visited by a peculiar black cat that strongly reminds him of dear deceased Regulus. HMM I WONDER WHY THAT IS

practise your passion on me (hope you'll be here when it's done) by xslytherclawx regulus/evan

one last party (before we meet our end) by maladaptivewriting, something_about_mothman barty nad peter accidentaly reverse-age voldemort into a baby, find a regulus, and become parents

[rockyjulesxx]

the correct marauders head cannons

Sirius Black

GAY AND TRANS ASS MOTHER FUCKER!! #endthecisaficationofsiriusblack idc if it’s genderfluid, non-binary or ftm this bitch is trans and loves men.

he’s like 5”6-5”9 in height.

obvi has black hair that is up to his shoulders/ collarbone and is also very layered.

he’s tattooed and pierced. some tattoos are of the moon cycle, his and regs stars, dog foot prints and something prongs and wormtail related. he also has multiple ear piercings with a side nose stud, a navel and a bottom labret piercing.

he loves dressing hyper feminine but also masculine. he doesn’t have a set style, he just dresses to serve cunt and have clothes that match his docs and chunky rings and leather jackets.

he has borderline personality disorder that he is very ashamed about because the characteristics of his mental illness remind him of his mother. he also has ptsd that affects him the most through nightmares. he also gets a lot of gender envy that fouls his dysphoria from his friends, but refuses to tell them about it because he doesn’t want to make any of them feel bad.

he’s pale and has silver eyes that can be kind of intimidating.

he’s half french and east asian ( him and james first bonded at hogwarts over being the only asian kids in their year) .

EYELINER!!

Remus John Lupin

bicon. no other acceptable answers.

sweaters. knitted sweaters. lots and lots of knitted grandpa sweaters. (many gifted to him by lily).

his style is very cottagecore, but also mixed in with some street style. he loves his beat ass crusty ass converse that are breaking at the seams, but he also wears docs when he wants to feel superior. he is either spotted in heavy knitted sweaters or old band tees. and a book bag. he cannot go anywhere without his fucking book bag.

he has tattoos. idk what tattoos, but definitely tattoos. and maybe a few ear piercings.

he’s 6”- 6”4 in height.

loves david bowie and sometimes wears makeup inspired by him.

wears fishnets under his jeans that are visible on his waist when he wears crop tops. this is slutty remus.

he has honey brown curly hair. it’s soft and bouncy and sometimes falls into his eyes that are obviously hazel.

freckles scattered between scars <3

has a physical disability that requires him to use crutches or a wheelchair from time to time. he also suffers from severe migraines that leaves him unable to leave his room.

he has ptsd and severe anxiety that went years without being medicated because of his “i can handle myself” mentality.

he’s welsh and/or jewish or maybe even latino anyone of those work tbh. he has soft tan skin that very glowy.

long eyelashes. like incredibly long eyelashes that are light brown and always curl towards the sun.

James Fleamont Potter

a pansexual himbo at his finest.

he’s from south asia, more specifically india.

he’s super sporty but not overly buff. he has the body type of a football player (or soccer player, whatever you call it).

his style is very relaxed in a man whore kind of way. he loves his red converse- they’re his staple piece.

he has one ear piercing he got with sirius. he thinks it looks stupid but sometimes puts it in when he wants a different look.

first started wearing skirts with sirius so that he felt more confident, but actually really liked how they looked on himself. he has slutty skirts he wears when he goes to the gay bar.

he has adhd and maybe anxiety that somehow went years without being diagnosed.

he has deep brown hair that’s messy and could possibly curl but always remains more fluffy than curly. it’s short cut but falls into his eyes that are a dark brown but look burgundy in the light.

he’s 5”9-5”11 in height. (sometimes he purposely tells people he’s shorter so that he makes guys who said they’re 6” feel stupid).

obviously wears glasses (he’s technically legally blind and has a lot of anxiety of loosing his vision. he got eye sugary once and had to wear an eye patch for a week. he still wears it sometimes for halloween or just for fun).

has a beauty mark under his left eye (lily likes to kiss it).

Peter Pettigrew

he’s asexual.

has a baby face and is often mistaken for remus’s little cousin.

he gets rosey cheeks very easily.

he doesn’t have tattoos but he has a few piercings.

he has a unibrow (it’s very pretty and has a beauty mark in between closer to his right eye).

short king! 5”4-5”6 in height.

his style is cardigans with jeans that are cuffed (half because of his height and half because of fashion).

he has dirty blonde hair that’s straight and cut short.

he has bright blue eyes.

he has body dysmorphia and social anxiety.

he has a very small gap between his teeth that he hates and tried to get braces for but couldn’t afford. everyone tells him it suits him though because the gap adds to his charm.

he’s a brit through and through, a full englishman

i’ll make a part two of this with all the other marauder icons.