#regulus black hcs

[ddejavvu]

hey!! so I just requested a James (or Sirius) fic where he finds fairy!reader in the forest with a damaged wing and helps her, and I was wondering if you could actually write it with Regulus instead 😅 (again, there’s no need if you don’t want to write it, and I’d be fine with any of the three)

thank you!!

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

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The moment Regulus sees your tiny body plummet to the water, his heart stops. He had not been expecting you to fly over the lake while he was skipping stones, but the splash from one of the particularly heavy ones he'd chosen doused your wings, and you'd fallen instantly.

He rushes in without a second thought, but he's glad you're in shallow waters, because he can't swim.

He scoops your tiny, trembling form off of the surface of the water where you'd been trying to float. Your wings are soaked through, pathetically droopy, and you give a feeble cough as he totes you back to shore.

"I'm sorry," He rushes to apologize, the legs of his trousers wet as he sits back on the grass. He has a hard time finding his wand in the tall grass by the lake, but once he does a drying spell is tumbling from his lips, and you're devoid of all lake water.

You're still weak with your adrenaline crash when you sit up in his palm, looking disoriented and defeated as you stare warily up at him.

"I'm sorry," He repeats, dark eyes oozing with sympathy, "I didn't mean to hit you. Are you okay?"

"I'm dry," You marvel, glancing at his wand, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it." He shakes his head, "You're not hurt, are you?"

"I don't think so," You muse, wobbling to your feet as Regulus tries keeping his hand as steady as possible. You lurch sideways at an involuntary tremor, and he juts his thumb out so that you can grab it for stability.

"Sorry," He moves to put you down in the grass, but you cling to his thumb like a lifeline.

"You have pretty hair," You muse, walking up his arm like a tightrope as your wings drop golden dust from their glittering surface, "Can I fix it for you?"

"Uh," Regulus blanches as you flutter beside his head, miniscule fingers combing through his individual strands of hair, "Um, I suppose? What are you going to do?"

"I'll braid it like mine," You offer, turning your head so that Regulus can see a small, fragile braid running up the side of your bun.

"Alright," He nods slowly, then, "What were you doing over the lake?"

"I wanted to say hi to the fish," You explain, fingers already grouping and twisting his hair, "They're my friends."

"That's cool." Regulus keeps his eyes on the waters surface, knowing there's a lot more than fish down there, "Have you ever met the squid?"

"Oh, yes!" You nod cheerily, and Regulus shudders as the way your hands rake through his hair sends a shiver up your spine, "He likes the gifts I give him."

"Gifts?"

"Mostly flowers," You nod, "Speaking of: Can you hand me that daisy there, please?"

Regulus plucks the thin green stem from the grass, holding it up to you cautiously, "Why?"

"It's pretty in your hair," You explain simply, tucking the flower into his braid.

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The flower doesn't last ten minutes in his hair after you flutter away. In fact, Regulus hunches in the shadows of the castle to undo the strands you've woven together in his hair, shaking it out before anyone sees him. But the daisy he slips between two pages of an old textbook, and when it's charmed to be unbreakable, the dried flower goes in his pocket.

[enbysiriusblack]

STARFLOWERS FOR SIRIUS SO TRUE but the real question is, what flower does Reg get tattooed for James?

the obvious answer may be sunflowers but no. I'd argue marigolds. they symbolise the sun, postive energy. used to show passion, and associated with the lion and new beginnings for couples.

so lilies for lily, starflowers for sirius, marigolds for james.

and for some of his friends:

pandora- bluebells. representing gratidude, constancy, and everlasting love. also associated with witchcraft/faeries. common in ireland, where pandora is from. disturbing bluebells is seen to bring bad luck.

dorcas- corncockles. i feel like regulus and dorcas' friendship is a lot more playful, mocking and teasing each other, arguing, etc. so i feel like regulus would mostly assign this as dorcas' for the cock joke. but also it's a very pretty flower that is also poisonous and grows in meadows (dorcas' last name). also shakespeare uses corncockles a lot in his work, showing people may have worn them in the past as a sign of rebellion.

[thundersarts]

regulus and james being the only single ones in their friend groups so every time they go out to parties they end up kissing and making out which eventually leads to hookups when nobody else catches their eye and that eventually leads to them going out and instead of looking foward to finding someone to kiss they're looking forward to each other. james dresses up in regulus' favorite colors and constantly wears a belt because regulus loves tugging on it and pushing him around and regulus throws around more rings than he usually wears because he knows how it drives james crazy and— they're both trying so hard to impress each other.

and all of their friends are just watching it from afar and betting on when they're finally gonna do something about it and get the fuck together already

[marauderstars]

I love Regulus with the whole “I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know it was I who discovered your secret” thing. Like yes, I too couldn’t bear the thought of not getting credit for doing iconic shit even after my death.

[curiouslymyown]

Something tells me that Regulus would be so chill getting stabbed but the second he gets a paper cut it’s the end of the world

[whydousernamesevenexist]

Regulus would definitely pick Sirius's long hair off James's clothes and say "who is she?" every time as a joke

[ecstarry]

regulus being an absolute menace when drunk, he has never heard of personal space, not with james. there is nothing that will stand between him and his man. like clingy does not cut it, he is fully attempting to climb james every chance he gets but james loves this so much, he's happy to be a tree for reg to climb, his lap's only purpose is to be a seat for reg and he does not need his hands for anything other than touching his boyfriend all the fucking time

[snoflurriee]

james "the city needs me" potter and regulus "you have jury duty, you're not batman" black

[hitmewithsomebooks]

James who one day has a smudge on his glasses

They’re usually pretty clean, it’s the one thing he keeps up on (to see, yk?)

But he’s talking to Regulus and suddenly Regulus is staring at one of his eyes and James is kind of concerned and confused a little lost in Regulus’s pretty eyes on him

And then Reg just grabs his glasses, cleans them on his robe, and slides them back on his face (positioned perfectly, might I add)

James who begins to purposely get things on his glasses

Dust, food, mud — one time he purposely dumped a bag of flour over his head (and walked around blindly till Regulus grabbed him, cleaned his glasses, and left the rest of the flour).

Just so Reg will look at him, so he can feel his fingertips brush James’s face when he takes hold of the glasses, just so he can see that amused little smirk.

And yes, Regulus catches on. It’s quite obvious, in true James Potter fashion.

But he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t call him out. He just keeps cleaning those glasses. Cuz it makes them both happy.

[starrysillhoutte]

Regulus is 100% one of those people who freaks the fuck out whenever he realises he has a crush like this man full-on goes into hibernation and will not speak to them for days. he also has about 19 meltdowns a week and refuses to do so much as breathe in their general direction

when he realizes he’s in love with James fucking Potter, of all people all hell breaks loose

[hellojuiceboxbaby]

Regulus is the type of sibling that would make fun of the way Sirius dresses (calling him tacky and tasteless every chance he gets) and then turns around and steals the very clothes he this is “unfashionable”. He’ll walk around the house in Sirius’ band tshirts and be caught leaving the house in his leather jackets because “they look better with his outfit” than anything he owns himself. Regulus will look him up and down and without blinking say “you’re going out dressed like that” and then copy the outfit word for word a week later.

[dreamer0903]

Regulus (in a moment of softeness): I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

James : I wake up at 4:30 AM every day for Quidditch practice

Regulus: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

[a-great-tragedy]

We always talk about how James thinks he is too much and Regulus thinks he’s not enough, but may I propose the opposite? James, who is constantly living for others, afraid that he isn’t good enough for them so he burns himself out trying to be energetic and positive, while there’s Regulus, who is afraid that talking about his emotions and feelings too much will scare people away and will make them realize how different he really is from the rest of them, so he shuts himself out.

Regulus has a fear of being too much, that’s why he is so closed off. James is afraid of not being enough, that’s why he puts himself out there

[thundersarts]

james would bolt home the exact moment he sees that heir of noble and most ancient house of black regulus black was declared dead on the daily prophet. no matter where he was or who he was with, he would run as fast as he could and not stop for a single second until he was inside, until he could hear the shower running, the humming he got so used to after months of hearing it every day, but even that wasn't enough.

he would only start breathing again the moment he had his eyes on him, in the shower, without even turning around to look at the door when it opened all of a sudden, because he was safe, because it was his home.

james would get under the stream clothed and all, because nothing was as important as having regulus in his arms in that exact moment. nothing mattered more than hearing— feeling his heartbeat, the warmth of his body, the punched out breath when james held onto him too tightly, scared of letting go.

regulus was there. he was safe. he was home. and james knew it, really. he had woken up to him that morning, hadn't he? and he had kissed him goodbye and promised to bring groceries when he got back from work, and had been specially instructed to bring back the biscuits, regulus' favorite, they had run out of two days ago.

regulus was alive, and with him. regulus was holding him back and he could hear a soft chuckle and a complaint about the feel of his wet clothes on his skin and, and, and—

james had lost him, once. and he got him back. he has him, now, which he never thought he'd be able to. the mere thought of losing him again is unbearable, but he didn't. he's here.

regulus is here. and regulus is his. just as much as james has been his for a long time now.

bolting out of his office and wet clothes and fogged glasses be damned. he has regulus in his arms, and that's all that matters.

they're going to be alright.

[adharastarlight]

Reg, reading at 1am, with James' head in his lap, idly playing with his hair with one hand.

Reg looking down at him and smiling so softly at how peaceful he looks.

Reg thinking James is asleep.

Reg whispering for the first time "I love you."

Reg's heart fluttering when there's a sleepy mumble of "I love you too" below him.

[curiouslymyown]

hc that regulus wears contacts and when he stays overnight with James for the first time he forgot them so he had to wear his glasses in the morning and James went just a little bit crazy