#the house of black

[faerie-remuslupinsversion]

Hey, is anyone interested in a fic???

It gonna be vaguely medieval but not really, it’s a sort of fairytale-esque so everything is blurry around the edges.

It was originally just going to be a nobleflower fic but now it has Wolfstar, jegulus, pandamarylily (is that what it’s called?), rosekiller, dorlene, quillkiller, and other shit going on too. Main plot okay

Narcissa loves to sword fight, she’s really good at it. Her mentor places her in a knights competition, there she meets Alice, a commoner turned knights apprentice, and as they fall in love and face the dramas of the court, Narcissa’s marriage and their hardships, everyone they know also changes.

Sirius loves hunting, loves rocketing through the forests with James Peter and his cousins, while our riding one day, he stumbles across a man living in the woods. Remus just tends to his sheep, looks after his house and his hound and lives a quiet, happy life. Sirius wants so badly to run away with him, but his ties to his family are too strong for him to cut.

Regulus moved away to the countryside, to get away from his brother, he now lives in their parents large estate, handling affairs of war, paperwork and finances for the family, it’s slow, but he loves the silence. When James comes to escort a foreign dignitary to the estate so regulus may converse with him, they are stuck together for a few months.

Lily is a witch, living in the place where forest and city meet, she is good friends with Remus and so when he tells her of his lovers plight, his need to escape the family, she tells him she knows just the spell to make someone forget another, even their own family, though she needs a few things, including the hair of a prophet and the blood of a siren.

Mary is captured by a crew of war bound sailors, pirate hunters and navymen, while a swimming too far from her school of sirens. When their ship is attacked by pirates, Mary and the captain of pirate hunters, Dorcas, are captured by the pirates, they meet Marlene, and Barty, the co-captains who are willing to help them if they cooperate.

Pandora and Evan come from a far away place, at war, they reach the kingdom and are split apart, Evan going on a trip to meet the Blacks dignitary, and Pandora searching for the witch she saw in a dream.

Evan complains to regulus about the ship of soldiers that was meant to arrive at his kingdom but was lost at sea near here, asks if it was them, complains of his missing friend Dorcas. Regulus explains the pirates in the area, how they dock near here, he meets Barty and takes him into custody, letting Mary, Dorcas and Marlene go, and so… rosekiller ensues.

Bellatrix is a noblewoman of high respect, and she would like to keep it that way, she would also like to know what her sisters are up to, Rita helps with both of these things, as well as some… other things Bellatrix doesn’t want to admit she wants.

It’s long and I was only figuring some of it out while I was writing this but, I love it, I’ve already started drawing some stuff and have more notes than you can imagine but… yea or nae?

[randommmthoughts]

When Harry was eleven years old and had just received his invitation to Hogwarts, James had sat him down when Regulus was away. About sex, thought Harry. He knew what it was, he didn't need a lecture about it.

But James began about something way more sirious. He told Harry that in some households, parents were different. That in some households, parents didn't love their children, but were cruel en demanding. That some parents didn't just send their children to their room when they did something wrong, but hurt them. Harry's father knew it was a heavy topic for such a young child, but it was very imporant.

James explained to him what was the best coure of action if he ever suspected someone he knew had troubles at home. How to recognise that. How to be there for them, not even seeking ways to fix it, but to primary just confort them. How that could be the difference for them.

Harry was filled with confusion after the talk and it wasn't until he got older and noticed that Regulus and Sirius never talked about their parents and both had similair looking scars. It was then that he realised how important that topic had been for his father, and how important his father had been for the Black brothers.

[liv45no]

Sirius, brushing his hair: ...98, 99, 100!

Regulus: you missed eleven numbers.

Sirius: I don’t need to be good at math. I have BEAUTIFUL hair.

Regulus: that’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.

[kayfabe-is-king]

Y’all I have already watched Julia’s promo ten times. Hands down one of the best I’ve seen on AEW.

I think Julia is going to come back and remind The House of Black of their dark purpose.

[stareggie]

regulus: you have issues

sirius: you noticed 🥹❤️

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

sirius and walburga !!

[rev3rethemoon]

Walburga reserved Sirius' room when he left.

Sirius reserved Regulus' room when he returned

Like mother like son.

[aisiedaisie]

hello!! I was wondering about if you'd be interested in writing a regulus black / sirius black x reader ff where reader is learning french but is terribly horrendous at it

No pressure pooks🙏

Hello hello~!!! Thank you, thank you, thank you for this idea!!! As soon as I saw this ask I knew I had to write it immediately. Now, like the reader in this fic, my French is terrible... I haven’t touched it in years— aside from the occasional Duolingo lesson— so I’m sure my grammar will be all over the place. Hopefully, it’s not too bad, but fingers crossed!

Paring: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

WC: 1.2k

How has it come to this?

You’re perched on the couch in the cozy but slightly chaotic living room of your shared flat, flanked by Sirius and his younger brother, Regulus. Sirius— your boyfriend of six months —leans forward, scribbling something onto a notepad, his dark hair tumbling into his face as he mutters phrases under his breath. Beside you, Regulus sits cross-legged with the air of a reluctant tutor, his sharp features softened by uncharacteristic patience. 

Together, they are attempting what feels impossible: cramming basic French into your overwhelmed brain before you face what you can only describe as a gauntlet— meeting the Black family matriarch.

The mere thought of her sends a shiver down your spine. 

When she found out Sirius was in a relationship—and that she hadn’t been informed— she had, predictably, thrown a fit.

The result? An invitation, that felt more like a summons, to the infamous Black family home for Christmas. As if meeting your boyfriend’s parents weren’t already intimidating enough, there was a catch: she was said to be excruciatingly, almost maliciously picky.

Sirius hadn’t minced words about it, either. “She won’t like you,” he’d said bluntly the night the invitation, if you could call it that, had arrived. “Don’t take it personally. She doesn’t like anyone.”

Which was, of course, impossible to not take personally.

So here you were, cramming vocabulary in a desperate attempt to win even a sliver of her approval. If learning French wasn’t already difficult enough, doing it under the critical eye of the Black brothers was verging on impossible.

“Non, non,” Regulus corrects gently, his tone calm but firm as he watches frustration creep into your features.

You glare at the notepad in Sirius’ lap. The word rencontrer stares back at you like a stubborn enemy, taunting you with its refusal to stick. Sirius seems to sense your despair, because he sets his pen down and shifts closer, his hand moving in soothing circles over your back.

“I’m never going to get this right,” you groan, dropping your face into your hands. The muffled words escape from between your fingers. “Spanish wasn’t this hard. Why is this so hard?”

“You’re doing much better than you think, love,” Sirius says, his voice warm and low, a balm against your growing nerves.

“She might not even say anything in French,” Regulus offers, his tone neutral as though trying not to spook you.

“But it’s her first language,” you counter, peeking at him from between your hands with a pleading look.

Sirius exhales, setting the notepad aside entirely. “You’ll be fine,” he assures you, pulling you gently against his side. You don’t resist. Resting your head on his shoulder feels infinitely better than wrestling with foreign syllables.

“Honestly, you’ll probably win over our dad faster than her anyway,”

“But it’s your mom,” you mumble, the thought of disappointing her settling heavy in your chest.

“She’s probably making a fuss because she needs something to complain about,” Regulus says dryly, his mouth quirking in a half-smile. He gestures toward Sirius with a nod. “And let’s be real... he doesn’t care about her opinion.”

You let out a heavy sigh, knowing he’s right. You’ve heard enough about Sirius’ tumultuous relationship with his parents to know their approval— or lack thereof —means little to him. Still, it doesn’t ease the gnawing anxiety in your stomach. The idea of stepping into that house, of facing her scrutiny, feels like walking into a viper pit.

“Why don’t you try again?” Regulus suggests gently, patting your knee in what you suspect is meant to be a comforting gesture. Though awkward, the effort is endearing. “It’s probably just nerves messing you up.”

You exhale deeply, then nod. Sitting here with them helps—at least somewhat—but their fluency feels like a spotlight highlighting your every misstep. You don’t want to keep fumbling in front of them, even if they’re patient about it.

“C’est un plaisir de vous re—” The words stumble awkwardly on your tongue, frustration bubbling over. “FUCK!” you burst out, dragging out the offending syllable slowly. “Rencontrer, Madame Black.”

Sirius loses it, muffling his laughter behind his hand while Regulus shoots him a sharp glare, clearly unimpressed with his amusement.

“Rencontrer,” Regulus repeats slowly, his voice calm and encouraging.

“Rencontrer,” you echo, focusing hard to mimic his deliberate pronunciation.

“Perfect,” Sirius chimes in, his grin softening as he finally reins in his giggles. “Now just a bit faster, love.”

You shoot him a look, your narrowed eyes more playful than annoyed. “I feel like I’m just free entertainment for you right now.”

Sirius smirks, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your temple. “You’re always free entertainment for me.”

“Je t’aime tellement,” he adds quickly, the French phrase rolling off his tongue effortlessly.

You roll your eyes in exasperation. “Je te déteste tellement,” you counter, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.

Sirius freezes, his expression twisting into mock offense. “YOU CAN BARELY SAY RENCONTRER, BUT YOU CAN TELL ME YOU HATE ME?!?” His voice rises incredulously, his hands flying up in sheer disbelief.

Regulus lasts all of two seconds before dissolving into laughter. “How do you even know how to say that?” he manages between wheezing breaths.

You shrug nonchalantly. “You two say it all the time.”

Sirius lets out an exaggerated groan, throwing his head back as Regulus dissolves into laughter again, shaking so hard he nearly falls off the couch.

“Oh my God,” Regulus wheezes, doubling over with laughter. “The one fluent phrase you know is I hate you!” His laughter turns into something closer to a breathless gasp, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes. His sheer amusement is contagious, and despite your frustration, you can’t help but crack a smile.

“Just—just don’t say that to our mom right off the bat,” Sirius interjects, fighting his own grin as he waves a hand. “If she says something awful, then by all means, go for it, but—”

You whirl toward him, eyes wide in mock outrage. “I would never!”

“Oh no, please do,” Regulus manages, wiping the tears from his face with the heel of his hand. “I’d pay good money to see that.”

“Je te déteste… you both,” you mutter, your attempt to insult them in French as clumsy as it is endearing. The effort only sets them off again, Sirius and Regulus laughing so hard you can’t help but join in.

“Je t'aime aussi, mon cœur,” Sirius teases, his voice full of affection as he leans down to press a kiss to the top of your head.

“Get a room,” Regulus groans, though the lack of any real annoyance in his tone makes his words land more as a joke.

“You’re in our home,” Sirius fires back without missing a beat.

That’s it— you lose it. Laughter bubbles out of you, breaking through the tension that had knotted your shoulders all evening. Sirius smirks triumphantly at your reaction, his arm pulling you closer, while Regulus just groans again, throwing himself back against the couch with dramatic flair.

In this moment, as the three of you laugh together, the anxiety about meeting the Black family fades ever so slightly. 

It will return, but for now, there’s only warmth, humor, and the feeling that maybe— just maybe —you can get through this together.

 Hopefully…

[ooh-theseus]

Pandora and Regulus are sides of the same coin!!!! PANDORA AND REGULUS ARE SIDES OF THE SAME COIN!!!!!!!!!! THAT’S WHY THEY GET ALONG!!! BECAUSE BECAUSE THEY ARE ONE IN THE SAME!!!

Pandora and Regulus had a very similar upbringing, isolated from the world, with many of the similar beliefs and expectations placed upon them. What differentiates them is their perspectives.

The harshness of the world has pushed Pandora to be AGGRESSIVELY kind, to love so much more openly, to put more out into the world.

It has driven Regulus to draw himself AWAY from the world, to build up walls, to become harsh and cold.

Objectively what Pandora is doing is the unsafe thing to do, the foolish thing to do, but she refuses to become defeated, to become someone she fundamentally is not. Regulus admires her for it, but he could never.

Both of them are afraid. Both of them care about what the world thinks, more than they will ever admit, but Pandora’s response is quiet defiance and Regulus’ is reluctance compliance. Neither of them is brave enough to offer up more than that, they walk a fragile line between truly allowing themselves to be what they want to be and being what the world sees them as.

Neither of them is able to defy their fate or conquer their fundamental flaw (Regulus’ complacency and Pandora’s unfiltered ambition) by the end of their story, they’re both the younger sibling that’s left to deal with the ‘mistakes/misgivings’ of their older sibling (Sirius and Evan, respectively) and grow to resent the systems that put them into power (pureblood supremacy/the death eaters) because ultimately they were the very thing to take everything from them and be their undoing. (Regulus’ losing his life and Pandora losing her father and Evan.)

[superheroboybnd]

is the marauders fandom still kicking?

[messervixen]

Sirius Black who surrounds himself with other people, who is always loud, who is always moving and doing something because the silence gives him too much time to think

[antarescamusxo]

I know Sirius Black defended those Muggle motorcycles and bikini-clad Muggle girls posters he had on his walls with his all life.

[vomits0cutely]

Sirius: you’ve always been jealous of me!

Regulus: jealous of what? Of your lack of responsibility? Your immaturity? Your total disregard for other people's feelings?

Regulus: your lack of any critical thinking? Your ignorance? Your unawareness to anyone but yourself?

[kayfabe-is-king]

The fact that they had Julia using a bow and arrow repeatedly after rehabbing her shoulder?

PRICELESS.

[stareggie]

and if i said regulus’ first word was sirius-

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

regulus "lucky is she, who lives unaware, who doesn't get bothered by all that's unfair" black & sirius "unlucky me, who knows way too much, who fights to make changes and music and such" black