#sirius and regulus

[managone16]

Regulus: James' birthday is coming up. Sirius: Yeah, we planned something for him- Regulus: I'm gonna propose to him. Sirius: Oh. Propose what? Regulus: No, sirius, I'm gonna propose to him. Sirius: Like, propose a business deal with him? Regulus: No, i'm going to ask him to marry me. Sirius: Your-YOU'RE GONNA PROPOSE TO HIM?!? You aren't even dating!! Regulus: Regulus: We've been dating for 2 years. Did James not tell you?! He told me he told you!! Sirius: NO?! Regulus: Sirius: Regulus: I'm gonna kill him. Sirius: Oh, So am I.

[regulus-the-raggedy-doctor]

I need this like I need air. Please.

(no pressure)

Reg lives au where he looks so different after the cave (prosthetic leg, deep scars all up his arms and face, one dead eye, a bit of a tremor sometimes) that when Sirius eventually gets out of Azkaban and moves back in, he doesn't recognise him at all. Regulus takes it as Sirius' memory being so fuzzy due to the dementors and dark/harrowing setting that he didn't bother clinging to the memory of people he didn't care about

so from there it's easy to keep his cover as 'Lycan' long-term member of the order, dumbledore's second most trusted man, famously vague and impossible to research

The ruse only fails when one day he accidentally calls Sirius 'Ris' and he KNOWS because nobody else calls him that and oh hell how did he not recognise his own eyes looking back at him and what the fuck happened to his Reggie?

(I'm writing it guys)

[dorasoracle]

imagine flying trapeze regulus black just imagine

he is a famous trapeze artist under an art name ( IM THINKING IT IS ICARUS BUT THIS IS NOT IMPORTANT ) .

He works in a circus called ' Oracle's Carnival ' ( there Barty is a Illusionist, Pandora a contortionist , Evan is also a trapeze artist, and Dorcas is the director ) , and one day sirius with the rest of the marauders go to see the show and HE RECOGNISES HIS BROTHER. FLYING IN FRONT OF HIM.

[deswhomst]

post prank sirius who, on pure accident, reconnected with regulus because misery loves company. post prank sirius who went to the next gryffindor vs slytherin match dressed in green and silver (the marauders assumed he was being petty but he was there for his brother). post prank regulus who lost the match but it didn’t matter to him because for the first time since he started playing, his brother was supporting him and cheering on him.

[ricochetyears]

voltage surge! read on ao3.

ac: evyltalks

[wh0re-for-w0lfstar]

and Sirius is successful because on the wedding day, Regulus wants Barty to be his best man and have Sirius walk him down the aisle :)

(it's real btw, i was the wedding officiate)

Older sibling Sirius gives Regulus the best ‘sex talk’ and I will passionately defend this headcanon

I always see Sirius’ “Don’t breathe a word of your recreational activities in my direction” trope with Jegulus -which don’t get me wrong can be funny- but as an older sibling I just know that Sirius is thrilled when Regulus opens up to him about sex.

This is the moment he’s been waiting for, his heart swells when he realises how much Regulus has grown to trust him and he’ll be damned if Regulus learns to fear his pleasure like their mother raised them to.

He’s giving long and detailed explanations about what goes where and what to realistically expect because he knows Regulus needs every detail possible before braving an unfamiliar situation, he’s drawing diagrams (years of art tutoring finally prove useful), he’s giving passionate speeches about consent (“Calm down Sirius, it’s James.” “Oh, yeah.”), he’s frequenting Madame Pomfrey’s office with lists of questions about sex as a trans person that Regulus would rather throw himself off the Astronomy tower than ask the Healer himself (Pomfrey patiently explains everything and asks no questions of her own as Sirius frantically scribbles down her wisdom).

Sirius is just as open with James, although he leaves the actual gossiping about his sex life to Marlene (there are LIMITS and Marlene will happily gush with James over how hot their partners are).

Anyway, just a ramble about Sirius striving to be the best older sibling he can be after thinking that he lost his brother privileges forever post-Grimmauld.

[chitakkki]

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Sirius: Have a good day!

Regulus: Don't tell me what to do.

[ravenoclock]

“Leave me alone, Potter,” Regulus snapped, watching James through his peripheral vision.

“Just tell me why you left, and I will.” James sounded awfully sincere. Something Regulus has only heard once before. Something that cracks the already broken walls of Regulus’ mind.

It was just the two of them, the room of requirement as always. But it had been months since they’d last been here. Months since they’d even been in each other’s general vicinity, if Regulus could help it.

He’d had the scary realization of something he never thought he was capable of, so Regulus did the only thing he knew how to. He ran.

I love you, he thought, the pathetic need to say it out loud was palpable. But how was he to know James wouldn’t just throw him away? That he wouldn’t be just like everyone else he’s ever let himself love?

“Why do you want to know now?” Regulus can’t help but ask. He makes the mistake of looking into James’ eyes.

James looks at him with soft eyes, the kind that have been crying for far too long. “It keeps eating at me. And I don’t even know why you left in the first place.” His voice cracks, fists clenched. It stings much more than Regulus would admit.

Regulus opened his mouth, closed it. This could ruin him. Ruin his life.

But this was James. The kindest person Regulus has ever known. Too kind that it scared him.

“I love you,” Regulus said, barely a whisper, as if scared at his own realization.

James looked at him sadly. “Why did you leave, then?”

“It’s the only thing I know.” Normally, he wouldn’t say these words. Normally, he wouldn’t be saying any of this out loud but there’s something magnifying about James. Something safe that Regulus has never felt before and it’s this wonderful, wretched feeling, but above all, he’s scared. Scared of what it means. Scared of what would happen if James left. It’s pathetic, and weak, and so unlike him and he hates it. James is right here, looking at him through his soft brown eyes and Regulus can’t help it. He can’t help but feel everything. All at once. It’s overwhelming. It’s unlike anything he’s felt, or rather, not felt.

James makes a muffled keening noise, and steps a little closer to Regulus, arms outstretched. “Can I?”

Regulus’ lip twitches as he inclines his head slightly.

After months of not letting himself feel, months of holding himself back convinced there was nothing good this world could give him, much less James. Months of pretending nothing affected him around the only person who’s always managed to make him feel something. James was just too nice, and Regulus was just too naive. But here they are. James held him like he was precious. Like he was the best thing that could ever happen to him. Here, Regulus knew, in some spiritual way, that he was safe. Maybe not before, maybe not later, but he’s safe right now. And that’s all it takes. He let it all out. In the embarrassing form of tears. James didn’t say anything. Didn’t point it out, didn’t try to comfort him. He let Regulus just be.

The only person who’s ever done this was…Sirius. And now he hates Regulus. Hates Regulus for not running away with him, for being the perfect son and being so naive. For a while, Regulus hated himself, too, and then there was James.

James who had inspired a spark of hope in the ashes Sirius left behind.

Regulus thought, for a moment, that maybe Sirius could come back. Maybe he could fix things. Maybe he should just run away and they’d magically get better.

Regulus thought, in the safest place he’s ever been, that maybe everything was going to be alright.

[starry-eyed-stag]

Another song by The Crane Wives thats is extremely marauders coded:

Caleb Trask is the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black. I don't feel like I need to elaborate further.

[lostisthedeplorable]

chapter 9 is unfortunately slow going in the writing department. Came up with this and slowly trying to work off of it while staying on track with the plot.

When people said writing fics was hard I believed them, but Jesus this shit is so much harder than I originally thought lol

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Sirius argues with Regulus everyday. It is fun in a way nothing has ever been before. Pushing on little buttons he’s sewed into Regulus from birth.

There is sunlight to be found in that gap toothed smile. Always appearing first as a scowl, defined by hardened brows and shallow eleven wrinkles between them, but when Sirius inches himself closer bent toe by bent toe, Regulus replaces the darkened disposition into something akin to feigned indifference.

It warms Sirius’ heart.

Though it’s nothing compared to the sound of laughter.

It had been years. A decade even.

A baby brother hell bent on the placation of two divinely monstrous parental figures did not have time for laughter. But he does now.

Regulus laughs while calling James a bellend. He laughs at the telly when he calls the Love Islanders asinine. When he looks at Sirius and screams that he hates him. But still giggles afterward.

The words which leave a mouth so unlike Sirius’ own do not matter.

Only that there is sound coming out.

The air is fuller somehow. A melody woven into the empty spaces atoms allowed.

Allowed. Aloud. Please keep talking.

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As always the fic can be found here

[carated1317]

dare i say

black brothers 🤝🏻 di angelo siblings

[starrysillhoutte]

sirius who can faint on command and regulus who can cry on command using these to their advantage in arguments

[eweexiy]

*the black brothers gossiping in french*

sirius: who's the hottest guy in school?

regulus: my james, of course.

sirius: no, you're dating him, it doesn't count-

regulus: your boyfriend.

sirius: WHAT-

*regulus looks slyly at lupin and grins*

*remus and james, who don't speak french, look at each other nervously and uncomprehendingly*

black brothers; wolfstar; jegulus;

[my-castles-crumbling]

angel - february 22 - black brothers - jegulus - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 306

"Reg, who the fuck is this?"

Regulus heard Sirius's gleeful voice as soon as he stepped out of the steam-filled bathroom, and he rolled his eyes with a sigh before traipsing into his room. "Who's who?" he called to where his brother was waiting in the sitting room of Regulus's small flat.

"Well, you have him saved in your phone as 'Sunshine,'" Sirius replied loudly, laughing happily.

Regulus almost dropped the underwear he was holding in his hand. "Wh-what?" he stammered, hurriedly pulling on the offending garment along with some joggers.

"Yeah, he's-"

But Regulus was already running into the other room, heart pounding. "How the fuck did you get into my phone?" he demanded, ready to strange Sirius where he sat.

"You used my birthday as your password," Sirius drawled, stretched out on the couch with Regulus's phone in his hand. "Which is sweet and shows you have a heart, but not very smart. 'Hi, angel. I hope you have a day as perfect as you are.' Damn, who is this guy?" he asked, reading from the texts.

"He's-" Regulus began, feeling himself blushing crimson as he reached for his phone only for Sirius to snatch it away.

"I think I need to have a talk with him," Sirius continued, beaming at Regulus's obvious discomfort. "You know, as your big brother. Make sure I approve."

And Regulus watched in horror as Sirius tapped the call button, dialing the number. Before the second ring, a deep voice answered, making both men freeze.

"Hi baby, I miss you. How're things with Sirius?"

Regulus knew instantly that Sirius recognized who it was. He put his face in his hands and wondered if one could die of embarrassment.

"James?!" Sirius yelled, utter shock in his voice. "You're 'Sunshine'?"

There was a moment of silence and then...

"Well. Fuck."

[outromoony]

Regulus Sirius