#brother-in-law!regulus black

[xxhispieceofheavenxx]

Being forced to marry Sirius to keep the blood purity meant him taking his anger out on you by ignoring you. So one day, when brother-in-law!regulus comes to visit his brother, he sees you and how distressed you are and asks you what’s wrong. When you open up about all the stress you’re in because Sirius won’t talk to you, and your parents and his won’t stop pestering you about getting pregnant with an heir soon, and he just dries your tears and tells you that it’s okay while he fucks you because he is also a Black so it’s okay if he's the one to get you pregnant and how he will talk to Sirius about being mean to you while he kisses your tears away.

[starlightsuffered]

Brother in Law

Info - brother in law Regulus, innocent reader, inexperienced reader, going to someone for help with horniness, cheating, forbidden sex, dom male, virgin female, unprotected sex, minor breeding kink, fingering, convincing to cum inside raw, arranged marriage, infidelity kink, pet names and praise, sir kink

When I was freshly 18, I’d been arranged into a marriage with Sirius Black. The man was sarcastic, overly jovial, and could be slightly cruel with his “pranks”.

I preferred his younger brother Regulus. Regulus was serious and stoic. I liked how he could be kind in the face of adversity.

However, I also felt odd around Regulus. He made my body do things it had never done. I didn’t know what to make of it. I had always been sheltered, and innocent, but something about Regulus made me want to learn things. I wanted to be more adult around him.

Regulus was engaged to a woman named Aleeda, though it didn’t seem like he was much more pleased than Sirius was with his deal. To my understanding, she was distantly related to the Blacks, as many pure bloods were. She seemed a bit air headed though, all she did was laugh. She didn’t seem to have real opinions and ideas.

One night when Orion and Walburga were gone, Sirius had gotten out the fire whiskey. We’d all been taking shots in the spirit of “getting to know one another better.”

“I dare you,” Sirius had drawled. “To sit on Reggie’s lap.”

I had gotten so heated I felt faint. I was under no conviction that Sirius liked me. Still, I couldn’t imagine why he’d dare me to do this for our game. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to, but the way Regulus glared at his brother disturbed me. Perhaps, Regulus hated me.

I had stood up as stiffly as I could. I made my way to Regulus. Aleeda just giggled as I sat down. I wiggled a bit to get comfortable. I heard his breath hitch and something grew hard against my bum. I didn’t know what was happening as Regulus became red face and wrapped his arms around me. Once in a while I felt a jerky movement from the man beneath me. It almost felt like a thrust, and the thing would be harder.

I was thinking about that tonight as I laid awake. My whole body felt like it was on fire. I couldn’t sleep. Something in me needed something. I couldn’t completely put my finger on what.

Regulus had once told me if I needed anything I could come to him. I knew he was sleeping with Aleeda. I had insisted that Sirius and I sleep separately until after the wedding. This was why I was alone and desperate in the early morning hours.

I felt too overwhelmed to do anything else. These desires had been building and I supposed tonight was the night they hit a peak. This wasn’t bad of me right?

I tip toed into his bedroom. I wanted to be careful not to wake Aleeda. She was usually a sound sleeper, but I couldn’t take any chances.

“Reg…. Reg,” I tapped him lightly. He groaned and moved towards me in his sleep. His bleary eyes blinked open and when he realised who it was a smile spread across his tired face.

“Hello baby girl, what can I do for you?” He asked in a low whisper.

“You said I could tell you anything right?” I asked hesitantly. This couldn’t be wrong right? He was Regulus. He protected me, and knew what was best always. It made sense to come to him with this problem.

“Of course angel, tell me,” he said, propping himself up. I felt squirmy at his purred words.

“Look,” I said. I lifted my nightgown. I spread the lips of my privates and showed him the bundle of nerves that was swollen and pulsing. I heard him release a string of curses under his breath.

Something changed in him then. His eyes got darker. He looked like he was tensing all over, restraining himself from…. Something? He took his plump bottom lip in his mouth and bit down. He furrowed his brow and looked up at me.

“W-whats the problem?” He gulped.

“It feels funny,” I whined.

“What made it feel that way baby?” He asked in a husky voice.

“Ummmm I was in the bathroom earlier and I just got this urge to smell your shampoo and deodorant. I was thinking about you and then this happened. It has a heart beat and it’s sensitive.”

“Oh baby,” he crooned. I saw something break in his demeanour. He lifted his hand and I could hardly breathe. Two of his large fingers popped out. Slowly, he pushed them into my sopping entrance. I nearly fell over as the feeling overtook me. My eyes rolled back into my skull.

This felt so good. The wet squelching sound as Regulus pumped his fingers in and out and sometimes curled them. I was stuffing a fist in my mouth to keep keening cries from exiting my lips. I didn’t want to wake Aleeda, then this would all stop. His thumb pad pressed down on my bundle and I jolted. I grabbed at his wrist but I didn’t stop him. It was more to steady myself than anything.

“Fat, juicy, cunt,” I heard my betrothed’s brother whisper, licking his lips. “But still so damned tight.”

“R-Reg?” I stuttered.

“Poor baby, does this help?” He asked me.

“Yes, a lot, it feels so good,” I gasped. He was rolling my bud now and my nipples were hard and poking through my nightgown.

There he was, someone who was marrying someone else, milking my entrance in the moonlight; Right next to his sleeping fiancée. I shuddered.

This was wrong right? But no, it couldn’t be, not when I felt so perfectly full. This couldn’t be cheating when it felt like I was made for those fingers. Although some part of me knew Aleeda would be horrified if she woke up and saw this. I just could equate this feeling of euphoria with anything wrong or bad.

“Reg, is, is this bad?” I asked as he still moved. I watched the muscles flexing in his wrist as he pleasured me.

“No princess, it isn’t bad, just-just don’t tell my brother, or Aleeda . This will be our little secret okay? Why don’t you go to your room and I’ll be there shortly.”

I did as he said, pulling off his digits carefully. I felt empty and lonely without him. He immediately sucked his fingers into his eager mouth. He closed his eyes as if tasting ambrosia from Olympus itself.

I left the room to walk the hall. As I walked I thought about how dark his eyes had become. I thought about how wetness was making my inner thighs slick.

I laid in my bed. I cupped my private part, grinding against my hand ever so often. I just felt this insatiable need. I was utterly desperate to release, I just didn’t know how.

Finally, Regulus came into my room. His presence was comforting to my aching core. He came and sat on my bed. His long fingers ran from the exposed valley between my breasts, to the hood of my vagina. I hummed desperately.

“So, you’re feeling weird baby girl?” He asked.

“Yes,” I agreed.

“You’re so bare,” he commented swiping a thumb over my sex.

“I barely have to shave,” I said self consciously.

“Oh that’s so precious baby,” he commented. He leaned down and kissed my southern lips. I felt a gushing and crossed my legs with a small noise.

“You like when I do that huh?” He asked.

“Y-yes,” I nodded vigorously.

“Regulus,” I said after a few moments of him caressing me, running his fingers up and down my body.

“Yes princess,” he crooned. He cupped my face with his large hand.

“Maybe, well maybe you could put it in?” I asked. A smirk unfurled across his face. He took my hand and began to kiss the tip of every finger.

“Put what in sweetheart?” He asked.

“Your, um, well, your c-c-c-“

“Baby, you can say it. I give you permission to use the nasty word,” he allowed.

“Your cock, i-inside my pussy?” I finished pathetically.

“Yeah? You think that would help?” He asked. I saw the bulge in his boxers. I wanted him to take out that thick, hairy, veiny member I’d spied once while he was pissing.

“It isn’t bad Regulus!” I said, bolting up and cupping his face. I searched his eyes for some sign he thought I was a pervert. He didn’t seem ashamed.

“No?”

“No!” I said hastily. You’d just be filling me up so I can relax a little. You don’t even need to move. It wouldn’t even really be sex. Sirius would know it’s okay too. He would want you to do anything you could to help me.”

“I think you’re right, just putting it in can’t hurt,” he said gently.

He pushed me back. He slowly removed my nightgown so I was bare in front of him. I turned my head away blushing. He softly moved my jaw so I was facing him again. He dipped his head and pressed a chaste kiss to both peaked nipples. I squirmed again, I let out a frustrated breath. I needed filled so badly.

He got out his massive length. I felt my wetness increase with the sight. I licked my lips. He put his leaky tip at my needy entrance.

Slowly, slowly, he moved. He pushed inside me. I grabbed his bicep with a whine. The stretch was satisfying but a bit painful.

“Reg!” I cried.

“Princess, am I too big?”

“N-no Reg, I want it, in fact I need it,” I told him.

“Good girl,” he praised me.

“I’m gonna go balls deep okay? Is your pussy okay with that?”

“Yes sir,” I agreed.

He grunted in a way that sounded so lewd as he went as far as he could. His balls rested on my ass, I felt amazingly full. I’d never felt so satisfied in my life. I half expected a bulge to show in stomach he was so big.

“Regulus it feels great,” I admitted.

“That’s my girl, you know I’ll always take care of you,” he promised.

“Ohhhhh,” I whined. I wiggled on his cock, feeling as though I was completely impaled.

“Baby, I’m not going to be so good and nice anymore if you keep moving like that,” He warned.

“I-I can’t help it. I’m so full and my clitty is aching,” I complained.

“Awww baby, I know that’s why cunny needs so much attention from me,” he said sweetly. I melted. I wanted him so bad. I didn’t care if it was wrong or nasty or something Aleeda wouldn’t want. I wanted it, I needed it, if it was the only dream come true I got for the rest of my life I’d take it because I was so wet it was dripping down my own brother in laws dick.

“C-can I swear sir?” I asked sheepishly.

“If you absolutely need to baby,” he said calmly.

“Fuck!” I cried. “Fuck I want you to fucking ram me full. I’m so desperate for you to do nasty things with me.”

There was a long silence. I felt bad. I writhed on his dick again, knowing I’d never be fulfilled until he moved. But I think I’d scared him. The look on his face was dangerous.

Then he started.

He held my hands above my head began to snap into me wildly. He was grunting and groaning as his thick cock was baptised in my slick over and over as he plunged into my wet depths.

“Fucking good little girl for me aren’t you,” he gasped.

“Yes sir,”I whined. “Oh Regulus you feel so good. Oh, oh, oh, I’ve never felt this good. You’re soooo big!”

“That’s it princess, tell me all your nasty feelings. You didn’t just want me to put my cock inside you, you wanted me to fuck you raw. You wanted me to help soothe that ache between your legs.”

He was giving it his all. He was so much bigger than me. He was so long and thick in all the tight places. I was barely holding on to sanity as he snapped his hips. I was making all sorts of submissive and desperate noises. He was fucking squeaks and squeals out of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held onto the hair at the nape of his neck for dear life.

I sounded like I was driving over a bumpy road. “Uh, uh, uh, uh.” It echoed in my pink bedroom. I was nearly choking on pleading whimpers.

“Please, never stop, I’m addicted. I want your dick all the time. I can’t believe we’ve never done this. Oh please. I can’t handle it. This is the best feeling in the world!”

A gorgeous smirk covered his face as he rutted into me with all his might and strength. I was speechless now from how gorgeous he was. He was who I was meant for. I hoped he’d had a hand in choosing who was to be betrothed to his brother. Just to do this. To fuck his bother’s property within an inch of my life.

“That poor cunny needed this huh?” He crooned. “You needed big thick cock to stretch you out. Poor baby, holding her pussy, and touching her clitty with no release. You just let me take care of it all princess. I’ll make you squirt on my cock if it’s the last thing I do.”

“R-Regulus” I hiccuped from the deep thrusts. “W-will Aleeda b-be mad?” I asked as he moved me across the bed with the eagerness of his hips. He placed a hand on top of my head so it didn’t bash against the wall. It didn’t stop him from continuing to absolutely demolish my pussy though.

“We don’t need to tell Aleeda that your brother in law put his cock in your princes parts,” he murmured delicately in my ear.

My eyes rolled back into my head at the words. He stuck his thumb in my mouth and I sucked for all it was worth. I imagined it was his cock and I was a content baby girl being fed the dick I loved so much. I didn’t think I’d ever want another. This was perfection.

“You love my cock don’t you baby girl? You want it so bad, and from your own brother in law,” he whispered to me.

“Oh damn, you treat your baby girl so well. Please tell me you wanted this, please tell me you like my pussy,” I whined. I was so needy for his approval.

“Yes baby, I want you like crazy. I wanted to stretch your little baby girl cunt out every time I went inside Aleeda . I couldn’t get hard for her. All I think about is my precious little sister in law.”

“Oh Reg, Reg, Reg, can I eat your cum every morning? I wanna guzzle it down. Please let your princess have your cum I think it would taste better than anything. Don’t give it to Aleeda, give it to me. I’ll always take it happily. I could even be sleeping Regulus just push your cock in and let your daughter take your fat load with all those eager semen churning inside me.”

“Fuck baby! You wanted this so badly!” He growled. He began to suck on my nipples. He was lapping and suckling.

“Is it so bad for a brother in law to want the ripe, fertile, unused, hairless pussy of a sweet girl. I deserve to taste those perky jiggling breasts. You wanted me so I own you. You’re completely mine now.”

“Oh Regulus, cunny feels funny, imma-“

“That’s it baby, let it out,” he encouraged as his cock just twitched and throbbed over and over. His huge adult balls slapped me as he continued to fuck into me.

“I can let go?” I asked with tears in my eyes.

“Yeah,” he groaned.

“On your cock? On my brother in law’s big cock?” I asked now.

“Oh fuck me, you better do it soon or I’m gonna lose it inside this underage cunt,” he growled.

“Yes sir,” I nodded almost hysterically. I was thrusting up to meet him now. I couldn’t stay still even for a moment. My legs flailed and I whimpered. I thought about how my own brother in law was balls deep inside me. I thought about how horrified and jealous Aleeda would be.

The feeling of fullness overwhelmed me then. I was gasping and whinging. I arched upwards as slick spurted from me. I felt pleasure all over even in my fucking teeth as I came undone completely.

“That’s my girl, I knew you could,” he praised me. “I bet that’s your first one ever too. You cunt feels so good fluttering around my dick. You’re doing so well.”

“Oh Reggggggg,” I moaned.

“Alright angel, I’m gonna pull out now. I can’t take it anymore,” he told me.

“No please!” I begged. “Cum inside me.”

“Baby,” he moaned. He really wanted to and I could tell.

“It’s so wrong Angel. What if you got all knocked up?” He asked rubbing my belly possessively.

“Would that be so bad, then I could be with you always,” I said with doe eyes.

“Fuck, baby, you’re tempting,” he said with a particularly hard thrust. His balls were so full and I wanted him to use me as relief.

“It’s not bad Reg, you’ve tried so hard to stay away from me,” I promised him, holding his face. “You have wanked and fucked Aleeda and have done everything that you could. You’ve earned it. Cum inside your baby girl. Let my princess parts feel the creamy load of a man.”

“FUCK!” He nearly roared. He moved even faster and finally he let out a deep groan and I was filled with sticky gooey perfection. I felt like I was drunk on the goodness of the huge load. I was smiling goofily as he fucked it deeper. I sighed in contentment, rubbing my stomach. I hoped my womb had gotten every single drop.

“I hope I get pregnant Regulus,” I said to him as he pulled out his coated cock. Strings of semen connected my pussy and my dad’s perfect dick. I beamed happily, I was finally, finally satiated. All along I’d just needed my Brother in laws cock.

@pmak2002 @softhecreator @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming

[crimsonlovebartylus]

bartylus and wolfstar groupchat:

barty: can somebody sneak out at 2am with me this week?

regulus: i would love too but your bed 2 comfortable

remus: no

sirius: me! me! me! i will

regulus: oh pls don't get arrested again

remus: lord not this again

barty: this is why your my favorite black

regulus: HEY?

sirius: suck it reg

barty: jk, but please sneak out with me

remus: just dont call me daddy again when you call me from the police station.

sirius: but daaaadddy

[weirdtinkerbellversion]

Feb 2. Prompt: Cheat. Word count: 112 @jegulus-microfic

“There’s no way. You’re definitely cheating!”

Regulus throws his controller on the couch and crosses his arms.

“Am not! I’m just that good.”

James sits back on the couch, a proud smirk on his face.

Regulus is pouting at this point. “We’re literally pressing the same buttons. How are you winning?” 

“What can I say, Reg. I’m a pro.” James shrugs.

“Yeah yeah” Regulus mumbles. “Only because you had a proper childhood and have been playing this game longer than me.”

James leans over and kisses his boyfriend’s pouting lips. “Round 2?”

Regulus responds with soft “fine” and rolls his eyes, but James can see the little smile he tries to hide.

[urmomsmattress]

i wonder how different i would be if my mom sent me to therapy like she said she was gonna when she found out i wrote WICKED is good on my arm when i was in middle school

imma get my sun moon and star tattoo and have to make up a lie about its meaning 😭

[made-by-moon]

Dear Marauders fandom,

I advocate for changing names of two main characters in our lore, know as the Black Brothers.

Active immediately, Sirius Black will from now on be called "Babygirl" by all members of the Marauders fandom.

Following, Regulus Black will from now on be called "Babyboy" by all psychos (including me) who decided that creating/joining this fandom will be good for our mental health.

There will be no resistance. You can not stop progress that is an integral part of human race. Sirius Black is from now on Babygirl and Regulus Black is Babyboy.

Thank you for coming to the meeting,

Moon

[impishtubist]

ohhhh here’s a conspiracy:

regulus = a cat animagus

transforms in the cave and doesn’t trigger the inferi because *waves hands* [insert magical theory here about inferi only recognizing fully human beings, not animals]

escapes! lives! but realizes he’s valuable as a ghost!

goes to live with Mrs. Figg as a ““stray”” cat to keep up with wizarding world news without needing to live in the general public

hears of sirius’ guilt. doesn’t believe it. starts investigating how that could’ve happened.

simultaneously catches wind of a new kid across the street in october 1981 and connects the dots

starts sending anonymous letters to the prophet (because he knows damn well that dumbledore isn’t going to do shit) alleging (1) parental abuse of the boy who lived and (2) suspicions that sirius black couldn’t have betrayed the potters

his evidence of (2) is so compelling that the wizengamot is forced to hold a proper trial and sirius is released and compensated for his time in prison

wizarding community is outraged by the miscarriage of justice re: sirius and the mistreatment of harry. they demand harry be taken from the dursleys’ care

dumbledore can only do so much to force the public opinion, harry is taken from the dursleys and (rightfully) given to sirius

regulus moves in with sirius, the two of them raise harry

remus doesn’t get visitation privileges because he didn’t even try to get harry or sirius out of their terrible situations

:) :) :)

HI BESTIE ANDIE YOU KNOW ALREADY THAT THIS HAS MADE ME FERAL

First of all, shout out to cat!Regulus. That is also my headcanon for his Animagus form.

Also! Yes! To Regulus connecting the dots immediately and also immediately becoming a menace. 10/10, we love to see it.

Hell yes to Regulus and Sirius raising Harry! Sirius gets to be the dad he was meant to be, while Regulus gets to be Harry's feral uncle. Can you imagine how Harry would turn out under those circumstances? We love to see it.

And YEAH Remus didn't even try to visit Harry, and he immediately believed that Sirius would betray James (as if Sirius was capable of that), so he gets no visitation rights. Maybe, if he grovels enough, he will be granted those privileges. But they are a ways off.

[behindthesefangirleyes]

The second thing he sees is Sirius’ fist, just the flash of it, just seconds before it collides with the side of his face.

Well, yeah, okay.

Fair’s fair.

[ellecdc]

Hey elle!! ABSOLUTELY LOVED the grumpy x sunshine with Reggie

But what if McLaggen fucks up so bad that not only do people realise that our sunshine has a whole new side of her just to protect her bf

I mean, the happiest people ARE one of the most terrifying when angry🤷‍♀️

Hope you have a great day/night!! Drink lots of water and stay healthy!!

there's nothing like the moment when the sunshine character snaps, you're so right. thanks for your request!

Regulus Black x Lupin!reader who defends his honour [1.2k words]

p1 // p2

CW: fighting/violence, reader breaks McLaggen's nose, Reg thinks it's kind of hot, Sirius is a proud brother(in-law) and Remus is an exhausted (and secretly proud) big brother

Regulus Black wore a tight fitted mask from the moment he woke up most mornings to the second he went to bed, and generally, that mask fell for no one.

There were some instances that the mask would slip for Sirius, and it fell far more frequently for you, but generally, the mask was air tight.

And to the untrained eye, most people weren’t even aware that there was a mask being worn, but Sirius knew better - Sirius could see the signs.

Which is why when Regulus’ steps faltered ever so slightly as McLaggen leaned over to sneer something into his ear before his jaw clenched and he continued marching forward, Sirius was quick to blurt “what did he say?” once Regulus had made it to where he, Remus, and you were standing in the Central Hall. 

You stopped in your excited ramblings to cut a look to Regulus immediately - expression falling in a way that would be comical if it didn’t look so foreign on your face - asking “who” before he’d even had a chance to answer his brother.

“Nothing.” Regulus grumbled, standing tall and looking just past Sirius’ shoulder; though he couldn’t help but notice Regulus positioning his body directly between Sirius and McLaggen, whilst keeping his arm protectively behind you.

“What did who say?” You asked again looking between the Black brothers when your own didn’t seem to have the answer either.

“McLaggen.” Sirius said, never looking away from his brother who refused to make eye contact with him as he gestured to the sod with his chin . “He just said something to you as you were walking over here and now you’ve got that look on your face.”

“There’s no look on my face.” Regulus spat quickly. “This is just my face.”

“Did he say something to upset you?” You asked softly, and Sirius watched as Regulus’ shoulders fell slightly and he seemed to look at you apologetically.

“No, amour, it’s fine.”

“No it’s not fine, he’s lying.” Sirius accused, causing Remus to groan as he pulled on Sirius’ shirt sleeve, translating roughly to  ‘knock it off’. 

“What did he say about you?” You demanded then, and any signs of the bright, bubbly, effervescent girl you’d been mere moments ago as you excitedly explained the progress you and Pandora had made with the bowtruckles to your brother and his boyfriend were completely gone and overshadowed with worry.

Regulus seemed just as desperate to relieve you of that worry as Sirius was to never see it again. 

“He didn’t say anything about me.”

“About me?” You asked quietly.

“No, amour.”

“No one could possibly find anything bad to say about you, bubs.” Remus complained with a fond eye roll. 

“What’d he say about me, then?” Sirius questioned, causing three sets of eyes to point at Regulus in anticipation.

Regulus sighed and rolled his eyes - very un-Black and aristocratic of him, if you asked Sirius - and spared a look at McLaggen over his shoulder.

“Do you promise not to overreact if I tell you?”

“Absolutely.” Sirius agreed readily - though he knew damn well that what constituted a reasonable reaction was very different to Regulus than it was to himself. 

“He said our parents ought to throw me out like trash as they had with you.” He muttered quietly, and Sirius saw red.

But unfortunately, both Remus and Regulus had been so (correctly) prepared to grab Sirius by the back of the shirt and the arm respectively that he had no chance at enacting his very reasonable reaction to that news. 

Rather fortunately, however, is that both Remus and Regulus had been so prepared in stopping Sirius from storming over to McLaggen to correctly-react to that news, that neither of them even realised you’d gone storming over instead until your fist connected with McLaggen’s nose. 

“What the fuck!?” McLaggen hissed as he cradled his nose protectively with one hand and grabbed you by the arm with the other, though all that managed to do was limit your assault on him to one hand rather than two. 

“You’re a pathetic pile of shite McLaggen!” You screeched as your brother hauled you off of McLaggen (though Sirius was happy to note you got a few more good swings at him before), neither Black brother having realised Remus had left their sides as they both stood there staring at the spectacle dumbly. “Mummy and daddy told you it wasn’t your fault that they split but it is because she should have fucking swallowed you when she had the chance!” 

“Christ, bubs, stop it.” Remus hissed as he wrestled you over to Sirius and Regulus; the latter seeming to be brought back to reality now that you were standing in front of him.

Though, standing was a generous term, seeing as you were still being held captive by your brother as you tried to find a way out of his hold.

“Merlin’s tits, Y/N.” Regulus breathed out in disbelief, and only then did you stop fighting Remus and turned to look at your boyfriend. “What did you do?”

You seemed startled for a moment; eyes darting frantically over Regulus’ face as if looking for any signs of anger or disapproval. 

“You hit him.”

Your face broke out into a beaming smile as your usual bubbling energy vibrated through you and you stood on your toes in front of him. “Did you see that, Reg?” You asked, almost like you couldn’t believe it yourself. “I beat him up!”

A surprised laugh bubbled out of Regulus that surprised both Sirius and Remus just as much as your violent outburst had as he pulled you closer to him by your chin. 

“Did you just defend my honour, amour?”

“I’d rather say she was defending my honour, Reg.” Sirius argued. “You’ve got a wicked right hook, Trouble! Who knew!?”

“I did!” Remus nearly shrilled then. “I’ve been telling you all this; she’s been practising on me for years!”

“It’s not practising on you when you’re the one who taught me, Rem.” You countered as sternly as you could muster, but Sirius could still see that dimple near the corner of your mouth giving away the fact that you were trying really hard not to smile.

And by the way Regulus drew a gentle finger along the side of your face, he knew Regulus could see it too.

“What’s the damage on your hands, hm?” Regulus asked then.

“We’ve got a stash of wraps in our dorm for Moons that you can use.” Sirius added, pausing when Remus made a tentative sound.

“Perhaps we should get out of here before McGonagall starts asking what happened to McLaggen’s face though, yeah?” He muttered as the deputy headmistress came sweeping into the central hall. 

“They’ll never believe it was Y/N.” Sirius scoffed, causing Remus and Regulus to shoot him unimpressed glares.

“Exactly.” They said in unison before Regulus continued. “You’ll end up taking the blame for it.”

Sirius blanched at that. 

“Hey, didn’t she say that you’d be scrubbing toilets with a toothbrush until you’re fifty if you got one more infraction?”

Your question was met with silence, though, as Sirius was nearly half way up to Gryffindor tower before you turned back to look at him.

“Seeing as I’m the next most likely suspect, we should probably go too.” Remus announced, and the rest of you made like Sirius and quickly left the scene of the crime.

[crescenthistory]

Where Padfoot Lays His Head

Summary: Inspired by @thewriterghost's reblog of my last animagus!reader fic, this is just a sweet drabble of Whiskers comforting Padfoot:,)

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: not proofread, fem!reader, your marauders/animagus name is whiskers, walburga black, black family dynamics and trauma, vaguely implied abuse, sirius spiraling into self-loathing, platonic physical affection, romantic!regulus x reader but platonic!sirius x reader is the main focus, background platonic!moonwater

Note: this is based on the same reader from Feline Touches, Sweet Like Honey and Padfoot vs. Whiskers, sirius' beloved almost-sister-in-law that he has frequent (loving) sibling squabbles with

Sirius pretended he didn’t feel the humiliation burning through his veins from his friends’ worrying looks.

Stop looking at me, stop caring so sodding much.

His internal begging was all for naught; this was apparently what he signed up for when he strolled into the train compartment that housed the largest smile Hogwarts had ever seen and his pack of make-shift slightly-fucked-up-but-lovable friends.

Most days, Sirius was grateful to the bone for the family he had been able to assemble at Hogwarts, stretching from his boyfriend to his boyfriend’s childhood best friend to his biological brother and the boys that became his brothers. However, on days that Walburga Black, the hag to end all hags, sends him a Howler berating him for leaving home over the summer, few sentiments besides anger, self-loathing and isolation remained in the young boy’s body.

When he eventually stops reeling and wallowing, all this attention would make him feel warm once more, especially when he sees they didn’t stop showering him in it even as he retreated perhaps a bit rudely from it. Right now, though, it just kept the wound open and Sirius was sure the infection would kill him this time around.

He was sure of that every time.

It became evident quickly that he would not be able to get away from his friends. James was practically glued to his side from the moment he left the Great Hall after Walburga ruined everyone’s lunch. His brown eyes were so wide beneath his glasses and Sirius was sure he could almost see tears in them as he swung his arm around Sirius’ shoulders and kept telling jokes like his life depended on it. Remus was not much better. He had learned by now not to soften his touches when Sirius was in these moods – on the contrary, harsh, direct touches helped ground him – but his hands rarely left his being, as if he would fall apart without him. Even Lily tuned down her playful banter with him, swapping it for concerned questions and checking in on him throughout the day. Sirius loved them all, but he hated it.

Even Regulus showed him more compassion than normal, though he didn’t say much. His entire being seemed to radiate I get you, I understand more than anyone, because frankly he did. Even as hearing Walburga’s voice must have rattled Regulus too, he didn’t show it, instead holding space for Sirius, carrying what was supposed to be his burden.

Humiliating. 

All of which to say, Sirius did what Sirius does best; he ran from them all, in the one form none of them would be able to hold a conversation with him in.

Padfoot had turned out to be a blessing that way. Sirius picked up on it from you, who only ever was in your animagus form when you felt particularly well or horrifically poorly. Difficult to ask how a dog is feeling, yeah? 

He laid in front of the common room fireplace, stretched out in a position that showed he was ready to pounce should anyone try to pet him. Around him, his friends were cuddled up on the sofas and armchairs, chattering lowly amongst themselves and playing the occasional game of wizarding chess. Padfoot had his head placed on his front paws as his gaze flickered all over the room, unable to settle. His nerves always seemed to transform with him, manifesting as the most anxious dog Gryffindor had seen.

Their stares were still on him, penetrating and with downturned frowns over their faces. Stop it, stop it, stop it. He couldn’t string too long sentences together in his dog brain – part of its fantastic appeal right now – but that sentiment remained steadfast.

You were sat in Regulus’ lap opposite the fireplace, murmuring something in his ear as you both intermittently looked at Padfoot. Your hands were playing with his hair, lips almost grazing his skin as you talked, even pressing the occasional kiss to his cheek, his jaw, his ear. Love. Padfoot loved love and he loved his little brother getting to experience it so wholly, even as he laid here, destroying the moment with the same misery that hunted any children raised by the Black family. He felt as if he was sucking the joy out of the room with his wallowing, yet he couldn’t stop himself.

Padfoot couldn’t help the low whine that escaped him at the darkness swirling around inside him. Upon fearing having to meet the gazes of anyone who caught the noise and see the goddamn sympathy and pity in them, he brought his paws up to cover his eyes, pathetically hiding within himself.

Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.

In his internal chanting, he didn’t notice when the chatter died down a bit, nor did he see the glances exchanged. He felt the footsteps reverberating through the floorboards, suggesting somebody was walking away, but he didn’t register its true implications. Leave, was all he could think. Good, leave. Go.

What he did notice to its fullest extent was when a few moments later, soft fur collided with his own as something was rubbing against him.

A bit too quickly, almost too violently, Padfoot’s head snapped up from beneath his paws to see what this intrusion was – only to come face to face with a white-and-grey cat, blinking slowly at him. His mouth fell slightly open, and he thought a complaining bark may be on its way out, but then you – Whiskers – butted your head against the side of his neck, caressing him with your feline body.

The adventures of Whiskers and Padfoot were a running joke, especially one Remus and Regulus loved to team up to tell. Whether it was chasing each other around, hunting rats – preferably Wormtail, but any would do – and mice or playing with the house elves, you two loved to conduct mischief together in the one form you could never be properly caught in. There had been the occasion where you cuddle or pet one another, but it was rare and usually unspoken, attachment growing deeper and softer without either properly addressing it. 

So, this was not necessarily out of left field, but it surprised him nonetheless. He couldn’t say it wasn’t quite welcome, though.

You had started purring as you walked up and down his body where he was laid in front of the fire, soaking up the warmth he was bathed in and oddly calming the vibrating nerves within his own body. Whenever you reached his head, you bumped your snout against his, rubbing the space between your ears all over his face.

Cats are weird, Padfoot thought. Like it.

Mere minutes ago Sirius had been surveying his friends and his effect on them intently, digging himself deeper into his self-inflicted hole. Now, his attention was captured by the much smaller animal beside him, and he didn’t see how most conversation had stopped to witness the interaction. Lily and James looked at them in almost shocked awe, both having been snapped at and ran away from when they attempted to pet Padfoot themselves. Regulus and Remus, however, sat there with soft, knowing smiles – seeing the girl they loved most go for it with no fear and comforting their favourite dog. Remus would deny it to anyone who asked, but there were tears in his eyes.

The next time Whiskers came up beside his face, you stayed there, leaning yours against his. You laid your body down over the paws Padfoot had previously rested his own head on and made yourself comfortable in a position no one but a cat could possibly conjure up. From there, you began cleaning his fur like you were his personally-assigned cat mother, licking the strands in their correct direction. When his face was too far away, you lightly brought your paw up to his snout to bring him further towards you.

Despite being placed in front of a fire, warmth didn’t truly spread through Sirius before now. When he brought his head down, he laid it on top of you and let it rest there across your midsection, careful not to hurt you, as your upper body curled around his head. You continued cleaning up his fur as you purred loudly, easing the tension from Padfoot’s poor body.

A cuddle only animals could come up with, an embrace Sirius would deny anyone today, yet like this, it just worked.

When his eyes became heavy, Sirius let them fall. You continued your ministrations without hesitation, carefully and slowly tending to Sirius face, only stopping occasionally to nuzzle your forehead further into his fur and purr even louder. 

He didn’t quite fall asleep, he rarely did as Padfoot, too alert and awake in this form, but he let himself fall into a place of tranquillity. Walburga’s harsh words seemed almost funny in their anger now, and Sirius’ own spiral was becoming a thing of the past. 

Would he still be red-cheeked tomorrow and avoid his friends’ eyes for the first half of the day? Perhaps, but they would reel him into their arms and hearts regardless. Would he sputter and fall back into his evil cycle of thoughts if anyone brought this specific moment up? Without a doubt, but that’s why they would not, at least not before he settled. 

Padfoot was suddenly safe in the Gryffindor common room. He was safe with this warm weight over his paws and beneath his head, he was safe with love being quite literally carded into every strand of fur on his body. He was safe with the hearth behind him and his pack in front of him, quiet voices further lolling him further into a state of peace.

Padfoot was safe – maybe even loved.

Across the room, Remus and Regulus had gravitated further towards one another, as theirs were the only eyes who never left the scene of cat-dog-solidarity displayed before them. 

Regulus bumped into Remus’ arm with his elbow and whispered, “He doesn’t like cats, he says?” with a knowing smirk.

The other boy huffed a laugh at that, lips remaining softly upturned. “I believe he has an exception or two to that rule.”

[xxhispieceofheavenxx]

Part 3 of regulus!brother-in-law?

Heyy! Sorry, it took so long to get this out, I've been swamped and trying to write a one-shot that is just not coming out right, so for now I hope this little dabble is enough! Part 1 Part 2

When you finally start showing, everything comes to a halt. Suddenly everything turns real, and your in-laws don't know that Sirius isn't the father.

They start to come over every day using excuses as to why they are there. Oh, you had an appointment today to check on the baby? They are there. You need help decorating the nursery? They are there. You need maternity clothes? They are right there with a tailor in tow. And it would be nice, but these are Walburga and Orion Black, so they are everything but nice. They are only there to make sure that you're not messing up and that the baby gets raised how they wish. And you're tired. And Sirius is tired. And furious. He still hasn't gotten over the fact that you're pregnant with his brother's child and his parents' constant presence isn't helping.

So one day Regulus shows up at the house and tries to talk to Sirius about everything. And Sirius blows up (because it's what he always does). But then he calms down and thinks rationally (because it's what he always does). So he teams up with Regulus to shoo his parents away and to help you with the pregnancy. What Sirius didn't realise is that Regulus wants the child, he wants to be a father to them and to help you through the entire pregnancy. 

He realises this after his parents relent and stop coming over every day, which takes a couple of months. He starts to realise that he is missing more and more appointments, Regulus always makes excuses to go in his place. "Mother and Father want to discuss schooling options for their grandchild, you need to go. You don't want your pregnant wife to get stressed and have complications during the rest of the pregnancy, right?"

Sirius starts to see all the things he has missed besides the doctor's appointments. He hasn't chosen a singular piece of furniture in the whole nursery, or a single toy, nor even a single onesie. So he blows up again (because, say it with me, that is what he always does.) and goes to confront Regulus (again), and they fight (again), but this time the very pregnant lady is in the room. So you're pregnant, heavy with a child that's kicking your ribs, your feet are swollen, and you're full of hormones, so you just start to cry. Full-on ugly sob, snot coming out of your nose kinda cry. And they stop screaming at each other and rush to your side. And now you're angry because this is not your fault (it is a little bit your fault) they both got you in this situation (which you enjoyed both gettings of the situation, iykyk), and now they are making the pregnancy harder for you.

So when they manage to calm you down, they make a pact. They decide that from that day on, they are both the dad of the child between you three. When it comes to your other in-laws, they still believe that Sirius is the father, but that doesn't bother Regulus, because he gets to raise his kid and spend time with the most amazing woman he's ever met. And so they start going to every one of your appointments together, and they begin choosing things for the baby and being there for every need you have. And with your second child is a lot harder to know which of the two is the father (wink, wink), not that you would want to know because they both are amazing fathers and lovers (hehehe).

[tari-dar]

But Reagulus is going to be his family again. Insted of brother, now is brother-in-law.

JEGULUS FOREVER, BITCHES!

Regulus understood why Sirius might prefer his friends. They looked fun to be around. Regulus wasn't like that. He was shy and too insecure. Regulus was nothing.

But it still hurt that Sirius would prefer them. Sirius was different when he was with them. He looked happier. Not in the bad mood he was when he was with his family.

It was painful that once Sirius cared about his family, at least about Regulus. Now his family were his friends.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

𝟷𝚔 || 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑

♡ ︎ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Inspired by this by @maladaptivewriting

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♡ ︎ꜱʜɪᴘ: Black family

The sun was shining through the wide windows of the Black family’s drawing room, casting long shadows across the polished floors. It was one of those rare afternoons when the adults were busy elsewhere, leaving the cousins—Sirius, Regulus, Bellatrix, and Andromeda—free to entertain themselves. Naturally, this meant chaos.

"Sirius!" Regulus, only seven but already a serious little boy, stood on one of the velvet chairs, arms crossed and a scowl on his face. "You're not playing right."

Sirius, all wild hair and reckless energy, was sprawled across the floor, laughing at his own joke. He glanced up at his little brother with a lazy grin. "I’m playing just fine. You’re the one who's being boring."

Regulus narrowed his eyes. "This is supposed to be wizard dueling, and you're just lying there!"

Bellatrix, perched on the arm of a nearby sofa, cackled. “Oh, I like this. Sirius, you’re my first victim!” She jumped down with the grace of a cat, pulling out an imaginary wand. “Crucio!”

"Ow! Bella!" Sirius protested, rolling out of the way just as Bellatrix lunged at him.

Regulus huffed dramatically, climbing down from the chair. "No, no, no! You’re not supposed to actually hit people. This is a strategic battle,” he said in the most serious tone he could muster, which, given his age, was surprisingly authoritative.

Andromeda, sitting calmly in a corner with a book she wasn’t really reading, raised an eyebrow. “Reggie, no one’s listening to you.”

"Well, they should!" Regulus snapped, putting his hands on his hips. "I’m in charge!"

Bellatrix ignored him, tackling Sirius to the floor as Andromeda sighed, setting her book aside.

“Regulus,” she said in her calm, older-cousin voice, “why don’t we play something a little less… aggressive?”

“I have a plan!” Regulus announced, puffing out his chest. “We’re going to play Ministry of Magic. I’ll be Minister, obviously. Bella, you’re Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Andy, you can be… um… Head of the Department of Magical Creatures. And Sirius—”

“I’m not playing,” Sirius interrupted, crossing his arms, but Regulus wasn’t having any of it.

“Sirius,” Regulus said, his voice stern, “you’re the janitor.”

Sirius stared at him, open-mouthed. “The janitor? You’re joking.”

"No. The Minister has spoken," Regulus said imperiously, smoothing down his robes like a tiny despot.

“And” Regulus said, straightening his small frame with authority. “You have to wear a silly hat.”

At this, Sirius grinned widely, clearly enjoying where this was going. “Oh, I love a silly hat.”

Bellatrix leaned over with a wicked grin. "I accept my position, Minister," she purred, clearly enjoying Regulus’ dictatorial game. "But can I still curse people?"

Regulus considered this for a moment. “Only if they break the rules.”

"Excellent," Bellatrix said, her dark eyes flashing as she shot a smirk at Sirius. "You’re already on my list, janitor."

“Seriously?” Sirius groaned, glancing at Andromeda. “Can you believe this?”

Andromeda gave a slight shrug. “It could be worse. At least you’re not working in the Department of Magical Accidents. I hear the paperwork is awful.”

Sirius flopped back on the floor dramatically. “This is ridiculous. Reggie, you’re not in charge just because you say so.”

“I am in charge,” Regulus replied, eyes flashing. “I’m the only one who has a plan.”

Bellatrix folded her arms again, looking at Regulus with a smirk. “Maybe we should let the little dictator tell us what to do.”

Regulus’s face lit up at the word “dictator,” though he tried to hide his excitement. “Yes. Dictator. That’s a much better title.”

“Oh no,” Andromeda said, hiding her smile behind her hand again. “What have you done, Bella?”

Bellatrix grinned wickedly. “I’ve unleashed him.”

Regulus puffed out his chest. “From now on, I am Dictator Regulus, and you all have to listen to me!”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “Fine, Dictator Regulus. What’s your first order?”

Regulus paused, clearly enjoying the attention. “First order: Sirius has to fetch us all chocolate frogs.”

Sirius blinked. “You’re seriously going to use your dictatorship to get snacks?”

Regulus grinned, his small, sharp teeth on full display. “Dictators get what they want.”

Sirius groaned but got to his feet, still playing along. “Fine, fine, but don’t say I never do anything for you.”

As Sirius trudged toward the house, Bellatrix leaned over to Andromeda and whispered, “We’re never letting him live this down, are we?”

Andromeda shook her head, her smile wide. “Not a chance.”

Sirius suddenly stopped and turned around, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Alright, Minister. If I’m the janitor, I guess I’ll just clean up your mess.” With that, he grabbed one of the Black family’s prized throw pillows and flung it across the room, knocking over a vase.

Regulus gasped, horrified. “Sirius! You’ll get us all in trouble!”

"Then you should’ve thought twice about making me the janitor!" Sirius grinned, tossing another pillow at Bellatrix, who ducked and cackled like a maniac.

Bellatrix jumped to her feet, picking up another pillow to join in, and soon enough, all four of them were engaged in an all-out pillow fight, feathers flying everywhere.

Regulus stood in the middle of the room, hands on his hips, trying to shout orders. “Stop it! I’m the Minister! You’re breaking the rules!”

But no one listened.

When a particularly large pillow smacked him in the face, Regulus gave up, throwing his hands in the air. “Fine! You’re all fired!” he declared, stomping out of the room with as much dignity as a seven-year-old in a pillow fight could muster.

[ch0k3herwithaseaview]

@jegulus-microfic | march 7 phase | words: 644

tw: transphobia, anger issues, swearing

When Walburga finally passed away, Regulus and Sirius took their partners to check if there was anything worth keeping in the house they grew up in.

As they entered a shiver went down Regulus spine, all the horrible memories coming back. He wanted to leave as soon as he saw the family portrait hung on the wall across from the entrance. There were four figures painted on it - Walburga, who looked terrifying even in a painting that was supposed to warm her image; next to her stood Orion, haughty, with a mustache covering his mouth; they both had one of their hands each on the shoulders of their children - Sirius and someone Regulus never was.

"Love, you're shaking," a soft whisper came to his ear as a hand reached his back, squeezing lightly in a comforting gesture, calming him down a little. "They're gone, nothing's going to happen, I've got you," James murmured into his hair, kissing him there a moment later.

Feeling a bit less stressed Regulus nodded and smiled at his fiancé, taking his hand. James smiled, too, squeezing the hand lightly.

As they went through the Grimmauld Place lots of expensive, mostly useless shit was found - some swords, ancient piano, silverware made of real silver, Dior plates (why? just… why?) and paintings by famous painters such as Rubens, Monet and some others. Reaching second floor Regulus immediately went to scratch off the name tag on his old room’s door.

"This bitch! She could have just left it, but of course not! It would be too much of a disgrace to the family if anyone noticed!" he yelled, as the tag fell to the floor piece by piece. Regulus started banging on the door, angry to the point that tears of frustration started streaming down his face. "You could’ve just tear it off and not put another one on, but of course you’re too envious for that! I hate you! Do you hear me?! I!" bang. "Hate!" bang. "YOU!" Regulus may have acted a bit psychotically, but who wouldn't in his situation? His own mother was being transphobic towards him even from her grave.

When he calmed down few minutes later, James approached him, kneeling by his side and whipping the tears away. "Better?" he asked Regulus and he responded with a small nod. At that James pulled Reg to his chest and held tight, whispering sweet nothings to him.

***

A few hours after Regulus' breakdown, they had packed up all of their old clothes (most of them were to be sold and the rest would be given to their future children), grabbed some of the nicer things their parents had left behind, and sat in the living room with tea and an old photo album. As they flipped through the pages there were comments like ‘Don’t you have any normal pictures? Like, from a bathtub or a playground or something?’, provided mostly by Remus.

When Regulus turned another page James gasped and Remus whistled. In the photo, he sat at the Christmas Eve table with freshly cut short hair, wearing a black suit and matching tie.

"Your inner Sirius awoke that year, huh?" his brother-in-law asked with amusement.

"Oh, his inner Sirius awoke to the point he even wore a binder to piss them off further. And I, as an ally, acted like I didn’t know who they were referring to anytime someone used his deadname. Mother told me to stop then, remember Reggie?" his brother asked, turning to him. "She said that it was just a phase" they both laughed at the memory. Yes, Walburga almost had a stroke as Regulus walked down the stairs in one of Sirius’ old suits and a new haircut. She was so stunned she forgot to punish him after everyone went home.

"Well," Reg said, smirking smugly "I guess it wasn’t just a phase, mother."

[msmk11]

Trou Noir

Regulus Black x gn!reader

WC: 665

CW: Angst; hurt no comfort; Regulus’ death; mention of bile (no graphic description just the word)

Summary: Mourning your husband.

Day 12 of mk’s mad dash

A tragic romance. That’s what people liked to call it.

“Right person, wrong time” they would sigh.

And you hated it. Maybe it was true. No, it was true. But they had no right to say it. They were the same ones who had silently judged from afar- who’d scoffed and claimed that you two wouldn’t last.

They had no right to mourn.

You remained seated stiffly in a hard folding chair as everyone rose to pay their respects to you and your brother-in-law.

“I’m so sorry for your loss, he will be missed,” they all said, the words piercing your heart bit by bit until it shattered everywhere.

You tried to keep from scoffing. Most of the people at this funeral ignored your husband on the daily. When he needed their help the most, they turned a blind eye. They scolded him and called him a coward, an outcast, a villain. They couldn’t miss him when he was never a part of their lives in the first place. They couldn’t long for Regulus- someone they never had.

But despite the sickening insincerity that forced bile up your throat, you trudged onward with a stony expression. It’s what he always did in the face of discomfort, anyhow.

Your brave, beautiful Regulus.

Finally, after what felt like days, the few remaining guests filed out of the small church in which the funeral was held. Now there was only you and Sirius left.

Sirius.

You never much liked the older Black boy- especially after he abandoned his brother. But Regulus never stopped loving him. Even when he tried to hide it, you always knew that your husband longed for the relationship he once had with Sirius. His brother was everything to him, even when he’d been discarded by him like trash. So, though you had no empathy for the older Black, when the fiery Gryffindor broke down into sobs, you knew what Regulus would’ve wanted you to do. Ever so carefully, you reluctantly placed a hand on his shoulder.

Sirius turned towards you with tears streaming down his face, “I- I’m so sorry. I should’ve been there for him. He would’ve still been alive had I not left him behind.”

He began to cry even harder.

“No, you shouldn’t have left him behind” you agreed, “But Regulus forgave you. He always wanted you to be happy and safe, even if it meant he wasn’t.”

“You’re probably just saying that,” Sirius sniffled.

“Black,” you began, “I’ve never been fond of you and I've been pretty honest about it. Never have I once put something nicely to avoid hurting your feelings. I sure as hell am not starting now. I’m telling the truth.”

The man nodded with a small smile.

A sharp pain shot through your heart.

Who would’ve thought the two brothers shared a smile?

Refusing to cry in front of Sirius, you stood and began to gather your things, using your flutter of motion as a chance to hide from the man before you.

“Well, I need to be heading out, Black. I’m very tired. My condolences,” you mumbled.

As you turned to leave, he protested, “Wait! Can- can we meet up sometime? To talk about Reggie? I- I want to know more about him. Maybe then I can find a way to forgive myself and move on. Maybe you can move on too.”

You hesitated.

What right did Sirius have to ask you such a question after all this time. What was he owed after neglecting your husband for years? Why should you say yes?

Maybe it was because misery loved company, or because you were drawn to anything related to your husband, but you finally sighed in agreement.

“Fine. But don’t call him Reggie. You lost that privilege long ago. Meet me at the Leaky Cauldron on Friday- 6:00.”

You and Sirius would never be the best of friends. But perhaps, through conversation, you would both heal from the Regulus-sized hole in your hearts.

[starinsaturn]

The squishy Dino asked, so here I am once again @julia-lokidottier

Part 4 of moony quidditch commentator (If you wanna see the other parts, go on the tag on my blog)

Remus: Welcome back, everyone! To our quidditch pitch, now this time, we have interrupted our championship to raise a charity game!

Remus: I know we are all excited to see which team will win and take the cup, but this is also a very important cause!

Remus: With me today, I have one of the hosts of the charity, also the player that stood out from last game, for his amazing performance, everyone welcome the one and only, Regulus Black!

Regulus: Hello.

Remus: It’s nice to have you here, now before we start the game, can you tell us a little about the cause we are supporting today?

Regulus: Yes. This charity raises money towards attention to the cruel laws against magical creatures, and the people behind it hope they can change them once and for all.

Remus: That’s right! This is a very important cause, and I hope a lot of you are willing to collaborate, and help bring this issue to light.

Remus: Now, on a lighter note, today’s game will be Gryffindor against Hufflepuffs, and we are hoping for a great performance from the players.

Remus: Before we start, who are your bets on today, Regulus?

Regulus: Last match we faced Hufflepuff, and they were not very good, however, my brother is playing for gryffindor so I have to go with hufflepuff.

Remus: it is, in fact, the law. You may never bet on your brother’s team.

Regulus: that’s right. And I must add, if I am correct, and hufflepuff does win, I will donate double of what we can raise until the end of the game.

Remus: You heard him! If you wanna see Regulus go broke, make sure to donate! His money does come from his parent’s bank account, BUT-

Regulus: Stop wishing for my failure, the game is starting.

Remus: The quaffle is in the air, the players are ready - I hope - and the game has started! Gryffindor gets-

Regulus: What the fuck is Potter doing?

Minerva: Language, Mr. Black.

Remus: He seems to be- wait, what? James Potter, the gryffindor captain, captured the quaffle and threw it into his team’s hoop?

Regulus: What is wrong with him.

Remus: Ten points to Hufflepuff?? I guess???

James (shouting at the top of his lungs to the commentators box): YOU SAID IF HUFFLEPUFF WON YOU WERE GONNA DONATE

Regulus: Potter, that is not fair at all. Your hero complex is appreciated, but not at times like these!

James: aww he appreciates me

Remus: Well, that was something, but let’s move on- the gryffindors get the quaffle, Sirius Black being the one that-

Regulus: No fucking way

Minerva: Language.

Remus: Well, he seems to follow his captain’s lead and throw the quaffle at his team’s own hoop too!

Sirius: I WOULD DO ANYTHING TO SEE OUR PARENTS GO BROKE, REGGIE!!!

Remus: whatthefuckkkkwhydoeshelooksohotomg

Regulus:????? Seriously?

Remus: Yes, I am seriously falling for him oh my-

Minerva: Mr. Lupin, stop whispering to your microphone, nobody can hear you

Remus: Sorry, sorry. Back to the game, Hufflepuff has the quaffle, Brigous is making his way through the pitch, - and the gryffindors are making no effort to stop him - this should be a very easy point, he gets ready and-

Remus: FUCKING MISSES IT???

Minerva: Language, Mr. Lupin

Remus: HOW ARE YOU SO BAD AT FUCKING THROWING A BALL INTO A HOOP???? NOBODY WAS STOPING YOU YOU FUCKING-

Regulus: Remus, calm the fuck down, this is ridiculous.

Minerva: Language. Both of you.

Remus: James- what are you doing?

James (who flew all the way to end up in front of the commentators box): Can I get a microphone real quick?

Remus: I guess?

James: OKAY, I AM NOW SELLING MY TSHIRT FOR WHOEVER IS WILLING TO DONATE THE MOST!

Minerva: MR POTTER, THIS IS NOT AN AUCTION!

James (who is now shirtless): Too late Minnie!!

Regulus (mouth hanged open):

Remus: You good regulus?

Regulus:

Remus: Don’t worry, we all had a crush on him at some point

Regulus: what?

James: what?

Sirius: what?

Minerva: what?

Peter (works with sound by Remus’ side): True.

This one was a mess but I loved writing it so much 😭😭😭

Thanks for reading 🫶🏻