#regulus drowns again lol

[goth1c-pinki3-pi3]

give me a story where the Blacks grew up in a mansion with a lake and it would always be frozen over during the winter but that was when the black parents had to keep going to galas not meant for children and wizengamot things so sirius kept sneaking out to either go to james’ house or remus’ place while regulus was left behind in the massive mansion so he learnt how to ice skate as an escape and when he goes back to hogwarts he makes a point of learning the water freezing spell and going to the black lake to ice skate but unbeknownst to him James is watching him near the whomping willow until one day Regulus is ice skating and not paying attention to the time or the sun so his ice melts and he falls into the water but he doesn’t know how to swim so James runs to the lake and jumps in after casting a sticking charm to his glasses and saves regulus and he has to give him mouth to mouth and then Regulus wakes up.

[shadowjinx2906]

I just wrote a scene that my fic is nowhere near and its making me want to cry because I’m an evil genius and parallels and angst but also comfort and giggles

I am rewriting the first few chapters, because I wanted ✨more✨ as well as a better plan, and also want to have a good bit prewritten before I update again but this is the fic (I suck at summaries and will one day redo that 😅):

The Black Snake (24269 words) by ShadowJinx Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Regulus Black/James Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Barty Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier, Regulus Black & Sirius Black, Regulus Black & Remus Lupin, Sirius Black & James Potter, Regulus Black & Barty Crouch Jr. & Remus Lupin & Evan Rosier Characters: Harry Potter Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Established Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Regulus Black Needs a Hug, POV Alternating, Angst with a Happy Ending, Regulus with a knife, BAMF Regulus Black, BAMF Remus Lupin, Rosekiller, Jegulus, wolfstar, Character Death, i want you to laugh, but I also want you to cry, Zombie Apocalypse, Blood and Violence, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, Death Eater Remus Lupin, Regulus Black is a Little Shit, no beta we drown like regulus black, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst, The Walking Dead References, did I mention tags might contain spoilers yet?, Alternate Universe - The Walking Dead Fusion, Kinda, Bad Parent Walburga Black, Bad Parent Orion Black, Morally Grey Regulus Black, Morally Grey Characters, Traumatic things happen and everyone reacts in their own way, I intend to break your heart so read at your own risk, But it’s not all angst I promise, Pushing the boundaries of platonic, platonic but intimate, Platonic Sex, idk if itll be explicit or just implied yet, did I mention that people die?, like its the marauders in a TWD AU so expect death, but don't forget i want you to laugh and be happy too, even if your favorite character dies.., maybe I should stop with the tags or else I'll scare everyone away lol, I am planning a happy ending though I solemnly swear Summary: Regulus Black (22) and his estranged brother, Sirius Black (24), are separated during the apocalypse and experience it very differently. One becomes a Death Eater and the other joins the Order of the Phoenix. One looks for his brother and the other hopes he never finds him. Will they find each other? What will happen if they do? Have they changed too much, or will they find each other just in time? … As James raises his hand a third time, the door finally yanks open. Regulus’s hand, full of black and silver rings, leans against the side of it. A scowl that would make Walburga Black proud immediately crosses his features—his bored expression long gone—when he sees them and promptly slams the door in their faces. So.. he’s definitely not out… It’ll be okay. Probably. “Little fucking shit,” Sirius growls. A muffled yell from the other side reaches James’ ears, “Remus! Your idiots are here!” “Well, that’s just rude,” James mutters. Sirius is right. __ SO, this is far from finished but I have plans for it <333

[northlt03]

Fic where it follows Regulus through multiple lifetimes, across the universe and different ages, but he always has the same ending no matter what.

In Ancient Greece? Regulus is a priest for a god, his brother runs away bc he wants nothing to do with their family. Regulus is jealous of his brother's best friend who snatched him away, they fall in love, Regulus is killed by the wrath of a sea god bc he neglected his duties or smth, James dies as well eventually.

Dark Ages? His brother runs away with a nonbeliever of their religion (or smth idk much abt history), he's jealous of his brother's best friend who snatched him away, eventually they fall in love, Regulus drowns and dies, James also eventually dies lol.

Renaissance? Artist Regulus who's brother runs away at an early age to be a radical and revolutionary painter and as much as Regulus wants to follow, he can't. He's jealous of his brother's best friend who snatched him away only to eventually fall in love with James. They get found out, homophobia is rampant, Regulus drowns and dies, James also eventually dies.

1970s? Regulus is a wizard this time, his parents are supporters of a genocidal mad man and his brother wants nothing to do with their blood supremacy ideas. He's jealous of James Potter who managed to steal his brother away. Eventually they fall in love at a magic school, Regulus joins the bad guys, losing both his brother and his love. But at the last moment, he tries to defy this dark lord only for it to be his untimely death. James follows into death soon after.

Over and over and over and over again. Just a cycle of never ending tragedy. And its especially sad bc Regulus doesn't realize he's stuck in this cycle.

Until eventually, he becomes aware of it, aware of his past lives so to speak. And he breaks free from the narrative of tragedy.

And he and James live happily ever after :) the end.

[reggieswriter]

Small micro microfic

Warnings: None lol ig drowning

Word Count: 244

"Do you ever want to drown?"

Silence. A suffocating and stuffy silence is what James gained in response. He had never said it out loud before but even getting it off his chest this once consequences be damned feels like a great weight off chest. But saying to his secret lover and best friends younger brother is terrifying.

He's vulnerable. James Potter isn't vulnerable. He allows others to be vulnerable and let their guard down not the other way around. What if Regulus judges him? What if what he says isn't normal? Oh God the silence. He hates him. He shouldn't have said anythi-

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

A simple word. A small but strong word that means so many more to James. Regulus may be a man of little words but when he speaks they can be so poetic and powerful no matter how small. He understands and it's okay James feels that way. All because of one word.

When James is with Regulus he isn't drowning anymore. He's flying. He's flying up in the stars with Regulus. No. He's with Regulus. He's the brightest star. The star that's so far in the back that it seems smaller and less brighter than the sun when in reality it's brighter than the sun.

He's his everything. He prays he never leaves this moment. That he and Regulus will be together for many years. So that James never has to drown again.

And he doesn't.

But Regulus does.

Taglist: @aesthetic-writer18

[noblehouseofgay]

Man fuck it, fuck my past, fuck the time fuck it fast

In AU’s where Regulus lives, I feel as though he would shut down about his past. He would be unable to joke about it or anything. He has no reason to, nor should he. It is a reasonable response to “Oh, shit, trauma”

He eventually is told (multiple times) by either James, Sirius, Remus or literally anyone that “Hey, your feelings are valid, but please see a therapist. You used to joke and talk about how you are feeling, but now you’ve shut down” After he told that, he goes to a therapist (probably a little less like he wants to, but he recognises that it would be good for him) and he realises more that “Oh, yeah. That happened. I am allowed to feel this”

He comes to recognise that he lost track of the order of this in his past, and that maybe his trauma is affecting him more. That maybe he can try to make light of it and open up to more people.

So he starts to make jokes again.

Which concerns his friends. This man cannot win. They want him to joke, they don’t want him to joke. They need to pick a lane (haha, subtle Nimona reference there. Sorry. I’ll leave).

But hey, at least he is feeling better-ish and can kind of be himself.

Kind of.

Till next time (whether you want to post these when they come up, or save em for one a day is up to you. I mean, obviously it is, but I’m just saying lol)

Regulus living >>>>>>

It's a need

Also I love when he accepts he needs help. It takes a lot of pushing to get there for sure but he gives in sooner or later

Also him making jokes again and his friends just stared wide eyed and he's like "I thought you wanted this"

Anywya he jokes all the time about this. "I almost drowned and this is what I get for it?" "Sigh ig I'll go drown"

[otrtbs]

hi!!

thank you so much for everything that you’ve contributed to this fandom, seriously, your time has been invaluable. people treat fanfic authors like a writing machine, but no, this is just your hobby!!

i was wanting to ask about your writing process:

1. when writing, do you usually write most/all of your fic before starting to post it?

2. how much do you outline before starting to write?

3. how do you keep up with what seems to be a semi regular posting schedule (as in like, staying committed to a fic and actually completing it lol)

sorry if you’ve already answered any of these before :)

hey hey heyo!!! this is so sweet!!

it honestly depends! with ahb!, i had a very good direction and plan on where i was taking the fic so i knew each chapter before i sat down to write it! but winterlude was more free-form. i was like, i want these 15 things to happen over 4 chapters lets make it work! and then with the dinner fic, that's one that i am writing out in its entirety before i post it. because there's a lot of details and web-weaving that go into it, and if i drop a thread somewhere it'll make the whole tory unravel, so it has to be complete before anyone else sees it. so it really depends on the vibe/intricacy of the fic!!

most of the time i'll try to outline a solid timeline with beginning and then major points to the end in chronological order. (so with art heist imagine like: 1. james introduction. 2. job interview/acquisition 3. assembling the heist team 4. meeting the team 5. new hampshire training 6. practice heist 7. heist 8. art swaps (berlin/amsterdam/portofino/copenhagen) 9. regulus death 10. grieving 11. healing 12. ending) <- and then i would go in and fill in things like,,, how does a jegulus relationship develop amidst all of this? and then you get sub-plot points like the museum date, the drowning degas, the auction house date, etc. until you get a pretty good fleshed-out idea! and then as i write and have even more ideas, i can plop them down somewhere on the timeline (amsterdam coffeeshop meeting/last supper group dinner/ etc) . and before writing each chapter,,, i sort of break chapters down into mini-stories with their own beginnings, middle, ends. just to make sure something is happening in each chapter, and it has structure.

this is putting so much faith in me hahah!! my posting schedule ranges from twice in one week to once in 4-6 months. and sometimes i just delete works if im not feeling them anymore ah! but!! i will say, the biggest way i stay committed to completing a story is having an ending in mind that i'm excited to execute or get to!! like something on the horizon at the end of the story normally motivates me to write enough to get to that point. but it's also just okay to stop writing a certain story if you're feeling uninspired!! sometimes, when i'm feeling burnt-out with one story and i'm not motivated to finish it, i'll just leave it alone and go work on something i'm actually interested in for a while until i feel the interest spark up again!! (hence...months between uploads sometimes) 😋

[happy-snake-noises]

Smoke and Mirrors

Fandom - Harry Potter (but can honestly be read as an original work)

Characters - honestly was supposed to be Regulus Black and an OC but names aren't mentioned so it could be anyone

Additional notes - Aromantic Original Character, Short drabble, honestly just clearing out my WIPs, Smoking, Like mildly sexual lol, absolutely no beta, we die like Reggie

Smoke curled from the ashtray, sat in the middle of the rusty garden table, sat on the balcony, during a cold, grey night under the London sky. Occasionally, patches cleared up in the sky, revealing the inky blackness above. And if he was really lucky, he could see the dying remains of the constellations above, now nothing more than pathetic dots in the sky.

Smoke snaked upwards from her fingers, floated upwards from the burning end of the cigarette in her grasp, held elegantly, yet carelessly, nonchalantly between the knuckles of her major and index. She lounged, head thrown backwards, and her legs propped up on the empty chair in front of her. With every inhale, her chest rose, before stilling, then descended again – and then repeat. She knew his eyes were on her – she didn’t stop him.

Smoke poured out her mouth, cascaded from her parted lips, still red and swollen from endeavours only a few minutes prior. The ring that sat upon her bottom lip pushed against it ever so slightly as she pursed her lips to blow rings of smoke. A silent laugh left her, her shoulders shook and her legs pressed together. She brought the cigarette back up to her lips, dragging on it almost softly, before resting her arm against his thigh again. He recognised that gleam in her eye before she even need utter words. He leant towards her, hand on her neck, pulling himself closer until his lips brushed her.

Smoke flowed out of her mouth, out of her lungs, right into his. He breathed it in, like a drowning man would oxygen. He held her close, even as she began to inhale shakily, afraid that if he’d let her go, he’d crumble to dust.

He blindly reached out to stub out his fag in the tray, then reached to cup her face. The kiss was slow and gentle and tender. It wasn’t heated or passionate, or hasty in any way – there was nowhere to be, no end goal. It was a simple kiss. A simple kiss that meant so many words to him, but could be epitomised by three.

“I love you.”

He felt the tears trace along his fingers on her cheek before he felt the trembling exhale against his mouth. Her mismatched eyes blurred behind a veil of tears, turning to molten gold and burning forest in the glow of the street lights. The filter of her cigarette gave a soft crunch as her hand balled into a fist. Her mouth opened and closed several times, but she didn’t utter a word.

“You don’t have to say it back.” New tears rolled down her face as her eyelids fluttered closed and she leant into his touch. A sigh left her lips before she opened them again.

“But I do.” She rested her lips against his in an almost chaste manner. “I do too.”

“It’s alright.” He brushed away her tears, and smiled. “I know you do.”

-

Hope you enjoyed this small piece -Rem

[unhinged-as-hell]

Hello! I'm a jily shipper and I wanna just give you my side of the debate. I am not trying to hate, just to give you a new perspective.

Now starting out: I am Jily shipper all the way and have jegulus blocked in all forms, because I have a hyperfixation on the way he was in canon(and Canon in general because it's interestin, and I don't like the way fanon makes him) and I hc him to be aroace. But I promise you, I will not, ever, go to spaces that aren't mine. If I post anything anti jegulus, or anti whatever, I will do it in my own spaces. I've learned fandom etiquette since getting on Tumblr and I will follow it like hell.

That bein said, I apologize for the jily fans that are bitches are about it. Trust me, I hate them too. Anyone who doesn't follow etiquette bothers the hell outta me. So I am very sorry.

I have my opinions, and I keep to people who share the same. I will say, I have only seen two anti jegulus shippers that are genuinely terrible, but you might've have seen more, not denying that. But, if you can, maybe block the jegulus tag, just for a while, and scroll through the jily one. Because I have jegulus, jegulily, marylily, snily, etc, blocked and I block and I swear to you still finding jily content that just-is jily is so fuckin difficult. It's frustrating and sad because I really like about this ship!

Now, another thing, perspective. I didn't know jily shippers were using the jegulus tag because I just assumed it was such a popular ship, the assholes who did were just drowned out or something. Now I know otherwise! I get pushed things anti jegulus shippers related, you get the opposite because of the content we consume. I have been called homophobic for not liking jegulus three times while minding my own business, you get the opposite. Whenever I scroll through the jily tag, I get almost no just jily as a romantic pairing, it's either platonic jily, or past jily, or whatever else, and it bothers the hell outta me, you get the opposite.

I once made a post about aroace Regulus, I get a jegulus shipper calling him ace demiromantic, do I have a problem with this hc? No. I have a problem with it being on my post which I specified to be aroace Regulus.

I wish that I could drill fandom etiquette into every person in this fandom like-everyday. 'Don't like, don't interact, keep your tag straight, block and move on' is something this fandom desperately needs to learn.

Now I am guessing that you posted the whole "Regulus and James are a great couple" on a anti jegulus post in the jegulus tag, which you are well within your right to do, because that is supposed to be your space, and not theirs. Now can I say some jegulus shippers do the same? "lesbian lily and gay James all the way!" "Jily? What's that?" in the jily tag. I've seen that too. And I hate it because that is my space and I can't have it to myself.

Basically-this fandom has both shitty people on both sides and, due to fandoms as they are, you see the bad of the side you're not in. My best friend is a jegulus shipper, and I have plenty of friends that have stuff I disagree with heavily, but I love em nonetheless! I got lucky with that. I saw the good of the other side, but not everyone does. I think you're one of those people.

Again, no hate, I don't care if you ship jegulus or not(and a bunch of other jily shippers don't I promise!) I'm not gonna try to convince you otherwise lol, I don't really care for doin that.

That's all :]

I love sharing opinions no one asked for, so here’s one that will absolutely get me on Tumblr’s naughty list: Jily shippers are insufferable, and they need to learn to leave the rest of us alone.

Now, before the pitchforks come out, let’s get one thing straight: I have nothing against Lily Evans and James Potter. Adorable couple. Tragic love story. The whole series literally exists because they got together, so congrats to them, I guess. The problem isn’t Jily. It’s a few of the the Jily shippers.

There is no compromising with these people. None. Zero. Nœud. It’s their way or highway. As someone who ships Jegulus, I’ve had the misfortune of sharing tags with them, and let me tell you: I hate every single thing I saw. It’s not just that they think Jegulus is ridiculous (which, fine, everyone’s entitled to an opinion), but they take it so much further. Some of them genuinely believe that certain fic ideas shouldn’t exist just because they conflict with Jily canon.

- Regulus raising Harry? Blasphemy! Apparently, that’s “erasing Lily” and therefore misogynistic. Because, clearly, we are never allowed to explore an AU where things turn out differently from cannon.

- Lily not being the perfect mother? How dare you? The mere suggestion that she might have had personal ambitions, struggled with motherhood, ( or heaven forbid) not wanted kids at all is a personal attack.

- Lily being a lesbian? Absolutely not! Because, obviously, that’s just an evil ploy to invalidate Jily and an offensive way to justify a MxM ship.

- James falling in love with literally anyone else? Impossible! James Potter was born with “Property of Lily Evans” stamped on his forehead. His heart has never, and will never, belong to anyone else. Ever.

Also some Jily shippers love invading other ship’s tags. Because it’s not enough for them to enjoy their ship. No! They need to make sure no one else enjoys anything they forbid. I go looking for Jegulus content, and what do I find? Jily fans writing entire essays on why my ship is invalid. Excuse me, who asked you? I’m over here minding my own business, respecting Jily like a decent fanfic writer, and they’re out here hijacking tags like it’s their divine mission.

And the irony? If we dared to do the same to them, they’d lose their minds. One time, I commented that in my opinion, James and Regulus make a great couple, and the post’s owner responded with somethin like, "How dare you bring this filthness into my Jily post?" As if Jily shippers don’t do the exact same thing to Jegulus posts ALL. THE. TIME.

The best part? I was actually being nice for once. Normally, I am a jerk, but this one time I was being nice AND polite. Somehow that was still unacceptable. The double standards are truly something to behold.

Here’s the thing: I don’t care what you write. If you want to make Lily an all-powerful warrior queen who single-handedly takes down Voldemort, raises Harry, and becomes Minister of Magic while also starting a bakery on the side and adopting 50 cats go for it! Have a blast! I’m not stopping you. So why can’t I have my fun too? Why can’t I imagine a world where James and Regulus fall in love, or where Lily makes different choices? Isn’t that the whole point of writing/reading fics? To explore possibilities?

You know what? I will be hijacking the Jily tag now just to let them know that I mind my business, so they should mind theirs.

[apricusapollo]

last line game

rules: list the last lines of 10 or however many you want of your fav fics you've written. doesn't have to be your most recent.

thanks for tag @mayzarbewithyou and @signofthereads <33

(I'm gonna do for all of my marauders fics bc they're all my babies)

hoax

Regulus watches in horror as blood starts trickling down the corner of his brother’s mouth.

paper rings

“That’s great because I’d love nothing more than to go with you.”

don't you (forget about me)

For once in his entire life, he is actually grateful for ending up in detention.

golden days of yore

Then he finally does what James expects him to and promises him anything and everything, without even saying it.

last christmas

They stay there, tightly wrapped up in each other, making up for the lost time.

it's all over (it's not meant to be)

It feels like drowning.

you can't force the stars to align (when they've already died)

Black Heir Presumed Dead at 18; Funeral to Be Held in London.

kiss in the kitchen (like it's a dancefloor)

Somehow, deep down he knows that no matter where they end up after death, what they feel for each other will always be there, existing as long as their souls do.

anti-hero

After all, it’s him, he’s the problem, it’s him…

living for the hope of it all

They never did feel whole again.

a little love is better than none

All he has left to do is to believe that it'll pass.

what a ghostly scene

"Hey, Reg…"

somethin' stupid (like, "I love you")

The sound of their happiness echoes in The Great Hall as they run hand in hand without looking back even for a second.

the other side (without out)

He takes a shaky breath in and thinks about how lucky he was to have James Potter, an actual sun that lit up his dark, dark and cold world as soon as he walked into it, in his life, even for a little while.

PHEW THIS TOOK A WHILE and now I'm running late for school so I'm gonna tag a few people without checking if they've done this or not lol sorryyy - @im-still-tryin-to-find-it @waririses @writteninverses @ad-astra-per-aspera7

[clare-with-no-i]

i can tell you with absolute 100% certainty that bond & free does absolutely bring something new to the Marauders Table. i’m very (very!) picky (probably the pickiest) when it comes to fics—especially long ones and your take on their world is i think probably my fav (ever). although i know it probably doesn’t mean much coming from a mere stranger on the internet lol b&f is something just so beautiful unique and intricately written that i couldn’t put it down the first time i read it (that’s not to say i was able to put it down either on my many, many rereads). i couldn’t tell you the number of times i’ve ranted to my sister about this story (or any other of your works if we’re being honest) and just completely suffocated her with how—simply put—beautiful it is. like, if i were only allowed to read one canon marauders story, it would have to be yours because every bit of it is exactly how i imagined their lives would be/should have been. whether that’s the music and snippets of dance scenes we get that perfectly capture their era, the perspectives of each of the characters no matter how small (marlene? regulus? i mean c’mon. i reread their bits on too many occasions), and just simply the prose and clearly calculated pacing overall. it’s everything i as a marauders stan could look for. i could probably write a whole 12-page essay analyzing each chapter (probably every perspective too) and still not be able to tell you how much i adore bond & free and honestly? how much it’s helped me. it’s a wondrous thing, the abilities writers (that’s you!) across the world and internet have to write the words others are unable to form. anyway, i don’t want to drown you in my admiration more than i already have but, although i know it’s a normal occurrence and i probably too do it enough for the both of us, i really hope your doubt on this story and any of your other works mellows and fades because your writing is bewitching and all around divine :)

omg. ok. I have been sitting here with this all day, going back and forth between looking at it / getting teary-eyed and closing the tab / reminding myself that I am a human person who understands how to comport herself and cannot weep in the middle of the day.

first, I'm sorry I babbled at you in that last message, it was just a perfect storm of Bond and Free emotions in my head and I was so shocked to receive a message about it in that particular moment, so I just sort of unleashed my fears about the story onto you. which is unfair! you were just giving me a compliment and I dragged you into my writer woes, lol. so - sorry about that!

but mostly, I really just cannot overstate how much this means to me. I am just blown away, knocked flat, bowled over, all of those things and more. I am so glad that my story has had an impact on you, and so honored that you've read and reread it and enjoyed it. I'm really not sure what else I can say other than thank you so so so much for sharing this with me, and lifting my spirits, and being so kind and eloquent and lovely. I am just...a pile of emotion.

ok. gotta go before more tears. love u very much. thank u again. <3

[fruitquake]

listen. idk what your headcanons for reg are,,, but,,,, aroace reg coming out to sirius?? brotherly feels??? if you don't vibe with that just bless me with those two brothers, i need to see them hug

mate, i literally love this prompt. here, i hope you like this and that it gives u all the black brother feels <3

hope it’s okay i made this a muggle au, they’re just what i do best lol

(also: at first sirius is quite ignorant but pls read the whole thing before judging)

-

Regulus’ heart was beating like a hummingbird’s as he raised his hand and knocked on the door to his brother's room. 

“What do you want?”

Sirius no doubt knew it was him. Their parents never knocked.

Regulus opened the door, struggling to control his breathing. “Uhm… Sirius?”

Sirius was sitting on his bed, laptop in front of him. He rolled his eyes when Regulus entered. 

“Hang on, guys,” he said to the computer screen. Regulus recognized the faces on the screen as Sirius’ friends: James, Remus, and Peter. He took out his headphones and finally looked at Regulus. “This better be important.”

“It is!” Regulus said. It was important. If Sirius knew how much courage it had taken to come in there in the first place, a kind of courage he likely wouldn’t be able to muster again, he would understand the importance. “Please, there’s something I need to tell you.” 

Sirius sighed, turning towards his computer again. For a moment, Regulus thought he was being given the cold shoulder, but then Sirius said to his friends: “Gotta go.”

He hung up and closed the computer, then looked back at Regulus, eyes softening as he noticed how nervous he was. “Everything alright, Reg?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Regulus answered in a shaky voice. Why was he so nervous? Surely, he didn’t have to worry about Sirius not accepting him, when Sirius himself understood what it was like to be… different. 

Sirius himself hadn’t gotten the luxury of coming out on his own terms. Regulus had found out about him and Remus last summer, despite Sirius’ attempts at hiding their relationship. At first, it had been difficult to look at his brother the same: Their parents’ bigoted views had gotten to him, however much he tried to deny it. But over the course of the year, he’d gotten so much better, and then… Well, he’d started to realize he wasn’t “normal”, as their parents put it, either. 

He’d thought he was gay at first. It was the only other option he knew and if he didn’t fancy girls, he had to be gay right? He’d ignored the fact that he didn’t fancy guys either, constantly telling himself that it would come eventually. But then he’d discovered the term “Aromantic”, and everything had made sense. 

“Come on, Reg,” Sirius said, gesturing for him to sit down on the bed. “Tell me what’s up.”

Regulus sat next to him. He wasn’t scared to tell Sirius anymore. He was ready. “I'm asexual,” he told him. “And aromantic.” 

The blank look in Sirius’ eyes was hard to read. “Sorry, what’s that?” he asked after a moment. 

“Well,” Regulus said. “You like boys. Some people like girls, and some again like both…”

“Very well observed, Reg.”

“And I,” Regulus told him. “I don’t like anyone. At least not in that way.”

Sirius stared for a moment, then he shook his head. “That’s not a thing,” he said. “You can’t just not like anyone.”

“No, it is a real-”

“Maybe you’re gay,” Sirius interrupted him. “Trust me, at first I was confused, too, as to why I didn’t like girls.” 

Regulus wanted to cry. His own brother didn’t believe him. “I’m not gay,” he said. 

“There’s nothing wrong with being gay!”

“That’s not what I’m saying!” 

Sirius was taken aback by the sudden raise of Regulus’ voice. He’d tried to hold the tears back but there they were, pooling up in his eyes and slowly rolling down his cheeks. 

He managed to catch Sirius’ shocked expression before turning around to leave. Before he shut the door, he briefly turned around to look at Sirius. “I thought you of all people would understand.”

-

My love <3: everything alright? we haven’t heard from u all evening and u usually never stop spamming the groupchat

Sirius looked at the text from Remus, thinking about a good response.

Sirius: Dw I’m fine. Just had a bit of an argument with Reg

He bit down on his lower lip. To call it an argument wasn’t entirely fair. He quickly added another message:

Sirius: I think i might have fucked up

My love <3: how so?

Sirius: Well, it’s kinda hard to explain in text. Can I call you?

My love <3: ofc

Remus picked up after the second ring. “Hey,” he said. “What’s going on?”

Sirius hesitated, before asking: “Have you heard the word “aromantic” before?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Well,” Sirius mumbled. “Reg told me he was aromantic. And... asexual? But… That’s not a real thing, is it?” he asked.

“Yes, Sirius, it is a real thing.”

Oh… “Shit,” he whispered, the image of Regulus running out of his room with tears in his eyes playing in his head again. “I definitely fucked up.”

“You told Regulus it wasn’t real?” Remus asked. 

Sirius sighed, rubbing his eyes. “I… Yeah.” He wanted to try and defend himself but did he really deserve that? “I’m a terrible brother,” he mumbled.

“Well, it was definitely not okay for you to invalidate his identity like that,” Remus said. “But it doesn’t make you a terrible brother. I know how much you care about him, Sirius. You just need to make it up to him and, most importantly, let him know you support him.”

Sirius nodded. “Right,” he said. “Yeah, you’re right, babe. I need to do that.”

-

The music from Regulus’ headphones was so loud he barely heard the knock on his door. He paused the music and sat up in bed, unsure if he’d really heard anything. 

He heard the next set of knocks quite clearly, though, and his brother’s voice which followed them. “Hey, can I come in?” 

Regulus thought back to his conversation with Sirius yesterday. That’s not a thing. You can’t just not like anyone.

“No,” he answered. “Leave me alone.”

“Reg, please,” Sirius said. “I have something for you!”

“Go away.”

There was a pause, and Regulus thought Sirius might’ve left, but after a while he said: “I’ll just slide it under the door, then.”

Regulus turned on his music again and turned away from the door, but he still saw the piece of paper sliding through the small space underneath the door. He didn’t care. Whatever it was, he didn’t want it.

The song ended and a new one began, the loud bass drowning out the world. But it couldn’t silence his curiosity…

He glared at the piece of paper on the floor, before finally giving in and picking it up. 

His heart caught in his throat. It looked like a handmade card of sorts. In the middle, Sirius had drawn a heart, one side in the colours of the asexual flag, the other coloured like the aromantic one. Above the heart he’d written, in pretty cursive letters: “Sorry,” and underneath: “I was a dick.” The “was” has been scratched out and replaced with “am”.  

Regulus teared up, but this time they were tears of joy, as he rushed out the door. He almost collided with Sirius, who was still standing in the hallway. He glanced nervously at Regulus.

“I know this doesn’t make things right,” Sirius said. “But… I hope it counts for something.”

Regulus nodded, looking down at the card still clutched in his hands. It was clear that a lot of effort had been put into it.

Sirius put his hand on Regulus’ shoulder and he looked back up at him. There was a sincere look in his eyes, something Regulus had never seen from him before.

“I’m sorry I was so ignorant, and so quick to judge,” Sirius said. “That’s exactly how people treat me for my sexuality, so… I really should’ve known better. I’m sorry.”

Regulus bit down on his lower lip. He wasn’t going to cry in front of his brother again; it was embarrassing enough the first time. 

“I just want you to know,” Sirius said, “That you have my full support, Reg. I… Yesterday, after our conversation, I spent hours doing research and I found out some really interesting things. Did you know sexuality is a whole spectrum?” His eyes glistened with excitement. “Like, asexuality and aromanticism are even spectrums of themselves! Isn’t that cool?”

Regulus couldn’t help but grin. He was having trouble concealing his own excitement. “Yeah,” he said. “That’s cool, Sirius.”

Before he even realized what was happening, Sirius pulled him into a hug. A real, warm, brotherly hug. Regulus couldn’t remember ever being hugged like that before. He didn’t quite know how to feel about it.

“Y’know,” he said, arms hanging awkwardly in the air as he wasn’t sure where to put them. “I really appreciate your support, but this is kinda weird. We never hug.” 

That only made Sirius hug him tighter. “We do now,” he said. “C’mon, just roll with it, you’re ruining the moment.

Slowly, Regulus returned the hug. It actually, strangely, felt… Good? “Thank you,” he mumbled, feeling safer and more loved than he remembered ever feeling before. 

Sirius chuckled. “We should do this more often.”

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Firelight & Firewhiskey

Imma give credit where credit is due bc I totally didn't come up with that title lol. So thankkkksss to @sirrriusblack for help with naming this thing. Okie story time now.

Remus walked up the stairs to Gryffindor tower. Well, less walked and more dragged himself. He'd just finished his Prefect rounds and he was absolutely exhausted. In general, it wasn't the most grueling of days, but anything can become tiresome when you're operating on three hours of sleep. Then of course, school itself is a mentally and emotionally exhausting thing. As he ascended Remus found himself wondering why their dorm had to be in a tower of all places. He found himself envying the Hufflepuff's and their basement dorms. Or even the Slytherin's in the dungeon, at least they didn't have to walk up this godforsaken staircase. 

Remus reached the top of the staircase and turned the corner. The portrait hole was in sight now. As he neared it, Remus realized that he didn't remember the password. Remus winced, he'd better remember it fast. He was in no mood to play guessing games with the Fat Lady, and he was fully prepared to fight the portrait for entrance to the common room. Although he wasn't quite sure how one goes about fighting a portrait. 

He'd reached the portrait hole now. The Fat Lady stared up at him, waiting for the password. 

Remus sighed, he figured he'd better guess. "Gillywater?"

The portrait swung open and Remus breathed a sigh of relief. He ducked into the portrait hole and the door swung shut behind him. The walk to the common room was a short one; but it was long enough for Remus to create and start worrying about his mental checklist of all the homework he had. 

The Gryffindor common room was quiet. Which was a feat in itself considering the type loud, stupidly-chivalrous people who made up the house. A bright orange fire was lit serving as the rooms heat and only light source. Despite the warmth a cold draft blew through the room. Sucking out bits of warm air and giving Remus a preview of the cold winter to come. Remus went to close to the window and he started as he noticed another person in his presence. 

Sirius was curled up on the couch, the firelight casting long shadows on his face. A bottle of firewhiskey sat on the table in front of him. 

"Sirius," Remus greeted. "You scared the shit out of me." 

Sirius grinned, it was a lazy and sedated smile. A far cry from his usual mischievous one. 

"Boo." 

Remus rolled his eyes at him. 

"What are you doing awake," Sirius asked, his words we slightly slurred. 

Remus shrugged. "Prefect rounds." 

Sirius hummed by way of answer. He reached for the bottle of firewhiskey and took a long drink. Remus crossed to the other end of the room to close the window. 

"Are you drunk?" Remus asked, although he was pretty sure he knew the answer already. 

Sirius said, "I'm moderately functional." 

Remus snorted as he shut the window. "I'll take that as a no, then."

Remus crossed back to Sirius and took a seat next to him, plucking the bottle out of his hand as he was about to take another drink. Sirius shot him a glare that would've made most people shrink but didn't phase Remus in the slightest. 

Instead he simply said, "Drinking is bad for you." 

Sirius laughed. "Try telling you that at last week's party." 

Remus shrugged, guilty as charged. 

"That was different."

"How?"

"Because I wasn't trying to drown my sorrows." 

Sirius' frown told Remus that he had hit home. His grey eyes had that fractured look that they got whenever he was upset. 

Sirius released a sigh and his whole frame slumped. Remus sat up straighter, his earlier fatigue wearing off.

"It's Regulus." 

Remus repressed his own sigh. Sirius' brother was one of the constant stress factors in his boyfriend's life. Sirius loved Regulus dearly and the cold, uncaring attitude that Regulus directed at him hit Sirius like a ton of bricks. 

"What about Regulus," Remus prompted. 

"Well that's just it," Sirius said.   "I don't know." 

Sirius ran his fingers through his hair, pulling frustratedly at the ink-black strands. 

"He won't talk to me, hell he won't even look at me. Anytime I go near him, he finds an excuse to go in the opposite direction. It's like I'm the wrong fucking end of a magnet or something, Re. I don't know what to do." 

Sirius closed his eyes and leaned back against the couch, letting his thoughts consume him. Remus just watched him in silence, hating seeing Sirius so frustrated and hating himself for not being able to do anything. 

After a long moment Sirius said, "I don't know, maybe I never should've left. Maybe I should've stayed stayed at home. Then I could've protected him longer - saved him. I managed to live with my family for fifteen years before I ran away. What was another year going to do to me?" 

Remus' face hardened, he grabbed Sirius' hands and tugged him up to look at him. 

"No," he said firmly. "You couldn't have stayed longer. I saw what that bitch did to you, Sirius, we all did. You spent your whole life protecting Regulus from them, constantly sacrificing yourself. Sirius, I don't want to think of what would've happened if you'd stayed a minute longer. God knows that if you tried to stick around for another year she would've killed you." 

Sirius flinched at Remus' bluntness. 

"Regulus loves you, I know that. He's just got an odd way of showing it. He'll come around, eventually. In the meantime you need to focus on you. You can finally breath now, Sirius. Let yourself, don't let Walburga win, not anymore - not again." 

Sirius nodded slowly. "Thanks, Re." 

Remus shrugged passively. "I was only reminding you of what you already know."

Sirius gave him a sideways grin. Then he leaned over and kissed Remus. When they finally broke apart Sirius leaned back against him, and Remus began to slowly card his fingers through Sirius' hair. 

"I think I want to go to sleep now." 

The slightly slurred words reminded Remus that Sirius wasn't at all sober. 

"Me too," Remus said.

Neither one of them moved, though. Both stayed where they were and they slowly fell asleep to the crackling of the fire and the warmth of each other. 

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Ghost of You (1)

(sirius black x reader)

oh my gosh so this was just meant to be one part (bc it’s a song fic) but it turned out different than what I expected (but i love it!!) and then it just worked to make it several parts (so far rn I’m thinking it’s going to be 3 parts!!) I hope you enjoy!! another thing (lol) regulus isn’t dead, why? because i love him too much.

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song: ghost of you by 5sos

word count: 999

Here I am waking up, still can’t sleep on your side

My eyes adjusted to the light and I rubbed my eyes slightly. The empty bed leaving a bitter taste in my mouth as my throat clenched up. It’s been 9 months since Sirius was sent off to Azkaban and at times I still couldn’t believe it. I had not seen him since, never got to tell him goodbye and my eyes welled up in tears which I quickly pushed away as Harry’s crying brought me back to reality.

I sighed quietly and fluffed out the pillows that would’ve been Sirius. I really hadn’t needed to, his side of the bed hadn’t been slept on since he left. The house felt so empty, there had been times when the house was silent, but it was comforting. Now the house is silent and it’s suffocating. I pushed the thoughts of him out of my mind and I quickly made my way to the room across from mine, ready to start my day.

If I can dream long enough, you’d tell me I’d be just fine

During the day I rarely let myself think of Sirius, I tried my hardest to block him out because it would just make my life harder if I let him ponder in my head.

However there was times when I was having a bad day that I could picture him here. Holding my hand or comforting me. Then my mind would slowly drift to him, in Azkaban. How it should be me comforting him, I knew he hadn’t been the one to kill James and Lily. The jury just never listened. They didn’t care and he was in there for a careless action of those in charge. He wasn’t even the secret keeper.

So I drown it out like I always do, dancing through our house with the ghost of you

It was Harry’s 2nd birthday and I had gathered everyone that I could, to try and bring them together. I had somewhat isolated myself from everyone since Sirius left but I figured I needed some interaction with people and I just wanted to make Harry’s birthday special. It was his first one since Lily and James’ death and everyone here had looks of both joy and sadness. Happy that he had lived but still not over the fact that his parents, as amazing and good as they were, had died.

As the night progressed I began to grow a bit overwhelmed at the crowd, I had not been around this many people in a very long time and a sleepy toddler in my arms was weighing me down a bit. 

Without even meaning to my eyes drifted to the love-seat Sirius and I had centered in the middle of the living room because we always sat there. Didn’t matter if we had been arguing during the day, we would get home and sit there, talk about everything and then nothing at the same time. I began swaying slightly with Harry in my arms, he suddenly felt very light and I felt like I was floating. That’s how it felt like when I was dancing with Sirius, he was a great dancer but he never admitted it. I was brought back to reality because I stumbled slightly into Remus, he was looking at the both of us and he took Harry from me,

“You look tired. I’ll put him to bed.”

I smiled at him and as he walked away the only thought that flowed through my mind was if Sirius and I had been dancing he wouldn’t have let me stumble like that.

Cleaning up today, found that old Zeppelin shirt you wore when you ran away and no one could fill your hurt

I had been cleaning out the boxes we had in the basement when I saw his favorite band tee shirt, slightly ripped at the sleeves and it still smelled like him, it filled my chest with such a warmth that I hadn’t felt in so long. I quickly slipped it on, the material still felt soft and out of nowhere I began to cry.

This shirt had been with Sirius at his hardest times, he was just a boy when he ran away from home. He came to me before he had gone to James. Bloody and bruised, I had never seen him look so broken and this shirt was the only thing he had managed to snag from his home. He wore it all the time, that’s why it was a bit worn out and I couldn’t help but bury myself into it deeper. This was going to be with me through my hardest times as well.

I chase it down with a shot of truth, that my feet don’t dance like they did with you

I had been getting slightly better with going out and letting myself be around people. Remus and Regulus had began coming over frequently. They made it easier to cope with him not being here but I also realized it was never all going to go away. That I’d always feel better when I was with him. That’s what switched something inside of me,I needed to fight for him to be back if I truly wanted him here.

So I did, I had been working day and night to form a proper case for Sirius. Stating everything that would absolutely humiliate the jury for doing such a lackluster job, to get him back and hope he was still okay after being there for over a year.

-

Remus had been over when the letter got here, signed by the Minister of Magic himself.

The letter stated that I had presented enough evidence to get Sirius’ case open once again and they would be looking into his imprisonment. Trials would be starting in 2 weeks and I had never been so ready. The nerves began bubbling into my stomach, I was seeing him again.

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Hard agree, I think that Sirius had a soft spot for his little brother, despite their enormous ideological differences. His comments about Regulus do very much deflect and almost excuse the atrocity of Regulus joining the Death Eaters. His parents are assholes, but Regulus is just soft and stupid. Regulus' flaw is ignorance and lack of fortitude, not ill intent. Sirius blames their parents for the way that Regulus turned out twice--Regulus was "soft enough to believe them" and Sirius assumes his parents "thought Regulus was a right little hero for joining up in the first place". For someone like Sirius, who does have a tendency to default into black and white thinking when judging people he dislikes (because as much as he distances himself from his family, he is still a product of his upbringing), having such a charitable, nuanced view of his brother is notable.

Especially because I think, in this case, he's maybe a little wrong. A little too generous. Yes, obviously, their parents played a large part in the ideology that Regulus embraced and the path that he ended up taking. That said, I don't think Regulus was stupid--the teenager who figured out Voldemort had a Horcrux and then drowned in a lake of corpses to get it was neither soft nor stupid. I think he knew what he was doing and was very intentional about his choice. And then changed his mind. And I'm sure Sirius knows that Regulus is not an idiot. But by minimizing Regulus' agency and competence, he can make Regulus' choices more palatable.

I also want to comment a little here on the "much better son" issue because I think that's so damn tragic. Ugh. As someone who got the "be more like your sister" bs growing up, I have a lot of feelings about parents playing children against each other like that. But. I think it's also notable that this still bothers Sirius. Despite his vehement insistence that he wholly rejected his family and doesn't care about their stupid, hateful opinions, it still stings that his parents (from his perspective at least) favored Regulus. You would think being a worse son by his parents' standards would be a point of pride for Sirius, but it's not. He's bitter about it, it still hurts. And I think that sentiment underlies his comment about his mother not having a heart as well. He is still angry and hurt that they did not approve of him and express love for him. Being rejected by your parents, no matter how objectively awful your parents may be, sucks. Forever.

One more side note about that: the "much better son" comment comes right after he tells Harry that Regulus is younger than him. I think that's significant and it's funny to me, as a second born child, how it seems to add insult to injury when your younger sibling out does you in some way. Like older siblings, ime, tend to have this entitlement to being the first and the best and all that jazz and when they're not it grates. And I'm sure that was amplified in the Black family, with their focus on heirs and lineage and all the implications of being a first born son. Which again, Sirius still cares about to some degree.

Have I rambled on enough? I could write whole essays on this subject (and I have!) but yes. Sirius cares about Regulus. And it's no wonder that he struggles to explicitly express that because he was never taught how to express love and affection for family in a healthy way. "I hate you all" is like...the Black family love language lol.

As someone who is fascinated by the Black family (particularly Sirius and Regulus). I find the debate about Sirius’s feelings towards Regulus really interesting. Here is my interpretation of what we see in cannon:

1. When talking to Harry he calls him ‘soft enough to believe them.’ And a ‘stupid idiot.’ Sirius does not mince words when he hates someone, for example he calls Walburga a ‘horrible old hag,’ who ‘kept herself alive out of pure spite.’

He gets snappy with Harry when talking about the other family death eater (Bellatrix) and it’s one of only a few times he’s snappy or short with Harry. Sirius ends his diatribe about Bellatrix with declaring that, ‘she’s certainly not my family.’ So his description and tone when talking about Regulus is mild in comparison and he later uses the term ‘idiot,’ to describe himself and James.

2. Sirius can be callous when he doesn’t care about someone (his ignoring of Kretcher for example). Yet he bothered to find out about Regulus’s death.

‘ From what I found out after he died’ - the use of the pronoun ‘I’ instead of ‘we’ indicates that Sirius did this alone and it wasn’t Order intelligence gathering.

He also indicates that he has dedicated time to theorising about how Regulus must have tried to hand in his resignation, once he got cold feet.

This idea also indicates that Sirius doesn’t think Regulus is capable of the type of evil carried out by the more high ranking death eaters. His comment that Regulus wasn’t important enough to be killed by Voldemort himself, is slightly disparaging ( there’s some sibling rivalry still present as the ‘much better son’ comment indicates), but shows the idea that he doesn’t think Regulus is evil.

3. Sirius throws out precious family heirlooms during the cleaning, including pictures and his father’s ring. He also turns his mother’s old room into a Hippogriff stable. Yet in DH, Harry finds Regulus’s room untouched and still locked.

In my opinion , even if he’s not overt about it, Sirius loved Regulus ( although he might not have liked him). Thoughts on this?

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07. — melody

Under a cut because I’m on mobile and can’t format asks so this is hideous lol

Nursery rhymes with dark origins - Age 7“Un Moldu seul / A lone muggleQui est mou du bulbe / who is soft in the headJe l'attrape par la queue / I catch it by the tail ((this is a dick joke- word for tail here is slang for dick-so an off color kid song & is in the original as well))Je la montre à ces messieurs / I show it to those gentlemenCes messieurs me disent : / Those gentlemen tell meÇa fera un escargot… / It will turn into a snailUn escargot peu-  / a snail ((lyrics break off badly here/Sirius gets the words wrong/mun can’t actually write syllable match at all or write in french))-vant se noyer dan / can drown intrès peu d’eau! / very little waterÇa fera un escargot– / it will turn into a snailLe moldu fouineur! / the nosy muggle.” ((-shamelessly modified “Une Souris Verte”))

Neither boy had been able to sleep in spite of the late hour.

Sirius sung loudly, off key, and butchering some of the french words entirely in a very poor imitation of Bellatrix. He waved his hands around in the air with actions for the fingerplay in front of Regulus for his amusement. 

“Now listen again so you can sing it too Regulus! A muggle all alone-“ he sang, this time in English as he imitated walking with his fingers. “Do your fingers too! Make them walk like the muggle… Good job! -who is soft in the head-”He pressed his hands towards the sides of his head as if squishing it. “I catch it by the tail-” he made a snatching motion…

Music meant to set off mother’s dulcet tones -  Age 16

“'Cause I’m T.N.T., I’m dynamite(T.N.T.) and I’ll win the fight(T.N.T.) I’m a power load(T.N.T.) watch me explode

I’m dirty, mean, and mighty uncleanI’m a wanted manPublic enemy number one” ((-ACDC))

The wall between Sirius and Regulus’s room shook. Sirius had cast a sonorus charm and was singing along to the muggle music, dressed in ridiculously tall muggle boots (laced with red and gold shoelaces), a band t-shirt, and his leather jacket.

It wasn’t long before Walburga was up the stairs and screaming at him. Abomination. Blood traitor! What are you wearing? Shame!

Less than a minute into the song and the music had stopped abruptly. A second later and Sirius had plowed into Kreacher knocking him to the floor on the way into in the relative safety of Regulus’s room. He slammed the door behind him and leaned against the wall, his heart racing from fear and adrenaline fast enough to make him light headed and pale in spite of grinning widely. Even though he no longer had a good relationship with Regulus, he counted on their mother being more restrained around him.

((I feel like they’re British so could pick up French nursery rhymes and songs since that’s common enough and most kid/nursery rhymes are about plague and stuff. This one was the only one I could think of that was easy-ish to modify in a way that has the morbid/eerie feel of nursery rhymes but wasn’t about the plague or something. Mostly a juxtaposition drabble but feel free to use either as a jumping off point if anything jumps out as a possibility?))

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It's funny that Regulus is trying to trust Sirius but if he had just let him be, he would have to go through all these emotions?!? He's like "How can I trust you?" Bitch, why did you bring him in for if you're not going to have him participate in the heist??? If Sirius had not decided to commit to the heist, what would have Reg done? Cry some more with the Degas?? Have Remus held at gunpoint again??? (I'm genuinely curious lol)

For Regulus, this heist was done with the intent to pull Sirius back into his world. It was a world they shared together, and when Regulus and Sirius worked together Regulus really felt connected with Sirius. A lot of his memories with Sirius when they were together were tied to heists

Because of this, Regulus sort of views the heist as a cure-all to their relationship. It’s irrational, to assume that once Sirius is working on the heist that everything will fall into place with their relationship. It’s irrational to assume that years can be erased and they can trust one another again like they used too, but regulus is so desperate to have a relationship with Sirius that he doesn’t care. I don’t think that he accounted for the fact that all of those problems they had, would still be so prominent and that really, the heist hardly fixed anything at all. I think it was very hard for regulus to grapple with the emotions of still not being able to trust Sirius because he was a bit blinded to reality by his own expectations

It’s not that Regulus’ original intent was to not have Sirius participate in the heist, I think his intent was to have Sirius participate in a different way, by reviewing the plans and offering a different perspective to the heist! (The previous ask sort of explains this better) When Sirius becomes more actively involved, Regulus is hesitant and nervous because it’s another thing he didn’t account for

I also think that if Sirius had decided not to commit to the heist, regulus would probably threaten remus some more but would he actually kill him? With James being so close to him? That’s debatable. I do also think that a large part of the heist would lose its luster for Regulus and while he would still go through with it, it would be a much more lackluster and unenthusiastic ordeal and he would definitely be drowning that degas hahaha

I hope this helps/clarifies!! Ahhh <333