#emotional!sirius

[jjkyaoi]

the headcanon of regulus just being able to cry on command is horrifying but also the funniest thing i’ve ever fucking heard. like i imagine regulus is hanging out with the marauders, post black brothers reconciliation, and him and sirius are bickering and sirius JOKINGLY goes “well it’s not MY fault it’s impossible for you to show any emotion” and regulus blinks. and then just fully starts sobbing.

and james and remus and peter are all like ?!?!?! what the FUCK . RIGHTFULLY SO. and james’ heart is hurting so bad because he’s never seen regulus cry before and he’s trying to comfort him and hold him and regulus, (who is gay and a little shit) is just letting himself be hugged and letting james pet his hair or whatever and remus is like. sirius what the fuck apologize to your brother??????? because sirius has been sitting there the entire time unmoving and he just raises his eyebrows, completely unimpressed and deadpan when he goes, “you guys do know he’s faking right”. and then when remus and james both are like HUH??? torn between bewildered and angry with this reaction, regulus just extracts himself from james, face completely neutral but with tears drying on his cheeks, no sign of the heaving, hyperventilating sobs he’d fallen into literally a second ago and says “i win”. it terrifies peter so bad that he can’t look him in the eyes for a week

[daddiesdrarryy]

Sirius: So how’s fatherhood treating you?

Regulus: Good. I didn’t expect this much crying, though

Remus: Don’t worry, Reg, it’s normal for babies

Regulus: What? No, Harry is fine. I was talking about James

James, sobbing from the nursery: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

[ecstarry]

james who can’t explain what he’s feeling or what he needs and sirius who just knows, who looks at james and that’s all they need to stop feeling alone

[aithusarosekiller]

Funny modern au shit again 🙏

Regulus: Oh, my brother said he can come and get me so I'll be fine to get home on my own. He should be here any second now.

Pandora: Oh it's so sweet that you two are finally reconnecting. We'd love to meet him!

Sirius, pulling up on his motorbike like a textbook androgynous rockstar and climbing off to come and hug him: Hey Reggie! Good to see you.

Regulus: Hello, thanks for coming to get me.

Barty: ......That's your brother?

Regulus: Yes?

Sirius: Hey guys!

Dorcas: JESUS FUCK

Regulus: Um, okay. Can you all stop being weird? It's just my brother.

Evan: Reggie, there is no way you, mr-I-must-order-my-socks-by-brand-and-fabric, are related to THAT.

Sirius, nodding with an arm around Reg's shoulder: I say the same thing to myself every day...

Regulus: >:(

[poltoreveur]

No, I don't want a light sprinkle of angst, I want an emotional hurricane. I want the type of angst that shakes the very foundation of my being, the kind that makes my heart ache so deeply, I'm not sure I'll ever recover. I want it to tear me apart and put me back together, over and over again, until I feel like I've aged a lifetime in just one conversation. Bring on the pain, the tears, the gut-wrenching, soul-crushing angst.

[soup-of-the-daisies]

sometimes i think about how sirius’ room in grimmauld place was kept, much like regulus’, basically exactly how he left it and then i just think. his brother, his mother, his father—did they think it was temporary? did they expect him to come back one day, say hello, and move in again? did they believe he ought to be left alone to come to his senses on his own? he’s no son of theirs but they kept it. he was all but dead to them and they kept it.

it’s a mausoleum without a body to bury. regulus died once, sirius died twice, and their rooms are kept how they left it. capsules of a better time. kreacher ensured regulus’ memory stayed, but why hold onto the remnants of sirius? it’s like cutting your dead horse’s tail, like keeping your dog’s lead, like saving your cat’s collar—like wearing your grandma’s necklace or your dad’s coat, your mum’s scarf or your grandpa’s wristwatch.

they kept it. his schoolbooks were still on the shelves, as if he’d just gone on holiday and was expected back at any moment. he was dead to them and they kept it, made it into a metaphorical tomb, the unchanged bedroom of a dead child.

it’s like a reminder of failure. but can it still be a shrine if there’s nothing there to worship?

[missmoonfrost]

The one Hope knitted - a wolfstar microfic

@wolfstarmicrofic - December 18: Jumper - Words: 456

“We need to go.”

“Just a moment.”

If Remus hadn’t been so anxious, he would probably have noticed the strange tension in Sirius' voice more. His mother was released from the hospital today and they needed to be there and pick her up.

Sirius finally emerged from the bedroom only to lock himself in the bathroom instead.

”What’s taking so long?” Remus yelled annoyedly.

Sure, they would hardly kick Hope out if they were ten minutes late, but he didn’t want to keep her waiting. He’d done everything he could for her, first with the slowly but surely advancing dementia, then the breast cancer and now the blood clot in her lungs.

Sirius had been a big help through it all. He had driven her to as many appointments as Remus had. He had been his shoulder to cry on for countless nights. He even followed Remus to his childhood home yesterday to discard every bad item in the fringe, restock and put on clean sheets for her to come home to.

They hurried down the stairs and towards the parking lot. Sirius crossed his arms and raised his shoulders in the chilly wind. Remus rolled his eyes and pulled out Sirius’ jumper that he’d made a habit of packing.

Sirius stopped.

Remus looked quizzingly at him.

“T-that’s the one Hope knitted for me.”

“Yes. Do you want to go back after another one?”

“No!”

Sirius grabbed the jumper, pulled it on and started walking again. A sniffling sound made Remus look at him, but he held his head turned the other way.

“Sirius?”

“Hm?” he said in a high pitch with his head still turned away.

“Love?” Remus put a hand on Sirius arm.

“Sorry”, Sirius sniffled and wiped his eyes as he hurried on towards their car, “I’ll get it together.”

“It’s ok,” Remus mumbled a bit caught off guard.

“I should be stronger than this. We’re in a hurry. And it’s your mother”, Sirius sobbed.

Remus caught up to him and forced him to stop by pulling him into a hug.

“I think you have been strong for long enough.”

Sirius squeezed him tightly and pressed his forehead into Remus' shoulder. He gulped and whimpered, with breaths too quick and tears and snot wetting Remus' neck. Remus held him securely, smoothed his hand soothingly over his hair and pressed small kisses to the temple and top of his head.

Sirius cleared his throat and straightened up again. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Remus wiped Sirius' tear-stained cheeks with his fingers. “I should have stopped to ask how you were doing a bit sooner, shouldn’t I?”

“But it’s your mother,” Sirius protested.

“Maybe. But we’re in this together. Now let me drive today, yeah?”

“Please.”

[silence-between-seconds]

there's a thin line between being cunty and being a cunt. sirius black is that line.

[noblehouseofgay]

Doorstep

Jegulus and Black brothers microfic

Hurt/comfort

Trans regulus

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Regulus Black showed up on the Potter's doorstep at 9:32 pm on December 21st.

He looked pathetic.

Regulus was wearing a dress his mother had forced him into for a party. His face was tear stained, with makeup streaks painting his face. His had a fresh cut on his cheek from a curse his mother had thrown.

In one hand was a small bag, the only belongings he could manage to grab. And in the other hand was Kreacher holding Regulus' finger. He had refused to leave the poor elf behind so he'd convinced him to come with.

The door opened, revealing James and Sirius. Regulus just looked at his brother, begging him with his eyes. Sirius said nothing. He simply stepped forward and pulled Regulus into his chest. Regulus broke and immediately sobbed into his brother's embrace.

James stepped closer and gently pet Regulus' hair, trying to comfort the sobbing boy.

Eventually he ran out of tears. The Potters guided Regulus inside. He was shown to the bathroom to clean up. Sirius immediately went in with scissors to fix Regulus' hair, which was much too long.

The brothers stood quietly in the bathroom, looking at themselves in the mirror. Sirius leaned down and kissed his brother's head before giving him a soft smile and leaving him to shower in peace.

Regulus took a long time in the shower. He needed to feel clean. Feel new.

He needed to think. Needed to process.

He'd finally left. Something he never thought he'd do. But he was here. With his brother and with his boyfriend. He did it.

He was free.

[redrosyrose]

imagine sirius being so emotional at regulus' and james' wedding.he can't stop sobbing,even though he's standing right behind james and keep dropping the flowers' petals.

but eventually he decide he have to say something so he snatched the mic and ended the wedding with "i'm sure that you two will last forever like the sun & Regulus always last in the sky.i hope you two will keep chasing,seeking for each other like Regulus always seek for the sun,and the sun would chase 'till the star find it."then they are all burst into tears and regulus immediately surge towards to hug him without flinches.

[that-bitch-kat3]

grey: sirius black

blue: remus lupin

[hyperfocuscentre]

i’m gonna make a statement and the sirius/severus fans might not like this one but…

sirius and severus are very much opposite sides of the same coin.

(before you continue, i would just like to suggest proceeding with caution as i will be mentioning topics such as abuse and bullying).

sirius grew up with wealth and privilege, severus did not. however, it’s heavily implied in canon that they both experienced some form of abuse whether it be mental or physical. gonna sight some sources because i’ve had people argue with me over that:

^ as shown above, we get a lot from sirius that suggests the way his mother’s portrait acts is similar to the way she acted in life (although presumably more extreme). furthermore, we get a direct comparison of harry’s childhood house to sirius’ from harry himself, implying there’s similarities in their treatment and the memories formed in these households.

it was actually much harder to find evidence for severus’ possible abuse, but there’s definitely signs of neglect. he was obviously poor, so his appearance might just be a reflection of that but the stuff about the arguing and his father’s distaste for everything does imply abuse.

^ as shown above, this is actually considered a form of emotional abuse.

ANYWAY, onto my original point! both sirius and severus do negative things, possibly as a result of this abuse:

- severus’ distaste for muggles, stemming from a young age, is arguably because of his father. he joins the death eaters and picks prejudice friends as a result. however, it’s also possible he joined the death eaters to feel powerful, considering it’s implied he’s felt anything but throughout his childhood (and also during hogwarts because of james and sirius). this, obviously, is an awful decision and cannot be justified but it’s always interesting to look deeply into the motives of morally grey characters.

- also, he rejects his surname and creates the title ‘half-blood prince’ which probably suggests bad relations with his father (or maybe he just wanted a cool name, although that’s not an argument that fits with my yapping).

- sirius similarly seeks power through his constant defiance: he becomes a gryffindor (there is some level of choice during the sorting, remember!), he completely opposes his parents beliefs and was probably only further motivated by their mistreatment considering he ends up disowned. additionally, he seeks out power through bullying in canon. it’s a well known fact that bullies maybe be acting this way due to bad situations in their home life.

arguably, these two guys are acting out in attempt to combat their shitty situations.

FINALLY, in adulthood these two guys seem to be heavily controlled by their past. sirius never got the chance to mature and grieve, stuck in a prison with creatures that literally sucked the happiness and positivity out of him. he was stunted, dealing with his grief and incapable of joining society. instead, he got trapped in his childhood home which was probably full of great memories!! (sarc) he remains impulsive and clearly still holds his childhood grudge against severus.

severus’ only purpose for living was avenging lily (i believe?). he joined dumbledore in attempt to save her, and then just continued to help him when he failed. he’s very clearly burdened by his mistakes and stuck grieving for his past friendship. adding onto that, he can’t let go of his anger at the marauders: he takes it out on harry, absolutely jumps at the chance to get sirius ‘kissed’ and blatantly despises remus.

i’m done! i’m not doing a conclusion because i hate those so… enjoy my badly worded ramble? please don’t be mean in the comments if you disagree!

[arliedraws]

Do you think Sirius did love his mom after all?

Yep! He loved her. He loved her so much and hated himself for it, though he would never admit to it. Or perhaps he never realized he loved her. But yeah, I believe he did. He’s just so bitter about her. I think he wanted her approval and wanted her to love him. And she did love him but in a cruel way—a horrible, manipulative, emotionally abusive way.

She nitpicks, insults, criticizes, and then drops a rare bit of praise whether it’s half a smile or her hand lingering on his shoulder, just enough to give him a shred of hope. But he’s never enough and he’ll never be enough.

[tardiskater]

okay but like is there a fic that is more tragic then remus' canon? because like I think it's pretty damn hard to beat growing up alone because you were bitten when you were five and are afraid of hurting anyone, going to school during the start of a war, being thrown straight into fighting with your best friends as newly graduated teenagers, losing trust in eachother and coming home more and more tired, 'three' of your best friends dying all in one day and your boyfriend being the traitor who gets sent to askaban, having to survive alone for the next twelve years and endure the moons alone for the first time as a child because your pack is dead, becoming a teacher at the same school you grew up in and having to endure the ghosts of your past while trying to make a better future, having your deads best friends son be in your class who you saw on the day they were born but haven't seen since James and Lily's death, finding out that your traitorous ex boyfriend has escaped from prison and is near the school, finding out that one of your old best friends is still alive and that your ex boyfriend was never the traitor, reuniting with your ex boyfriend and feeling sixteen again, being thrown from the only job you have ever loved because you've been exposed as a werewolf, fighting in the second war with your boyfriend only to have him die a mear two years after you finally got him back, picking up the pieces and trying to find love again, marrying the cousin of your former boyfriend, having a child with her and then dying in the final battle of a war you've been fighting your whole life and being unable to see your son growing up.

[starset-sarsaparilla]

apparently i beat lonesome road on yaoi day so i’m spreading my courier six/ulysses propaganda

[your-neighbourhood-antisocial]

Sirius : prongs!

James*looking up from whatever he was doing, giving Sirius his complete attention * : yes?

Sirius : do you think I might be heterophobic?

James : pads, don't you mean homophobic?

Sirius : no, I don't have problems with homosexuals, it's js that, I saw moony snogging a girl, and I felt really uncomfortable and wanted to slap the girl

James : *long suffering sigh* pads, have you perhaps considered the emotion, "jealousy"?