#the house of black

[ezkel]

au where the house of black is blood purist but not homophobic or transphobic.

Regulus comes out as trans as a kid, they make him a transition plan.

He comes out as gay and they change their arranged marriage folder to pureblood men instead of women.

he tells them he's dating James Potter, the blood traitor, and that's where the problem is.

[knighthans]

Don’t ask me my lgbt+ hcs on the marauders era characters because I DONT FUCKING KNOW

THEY ARE ALL EVERYTHING AND NOTHING AT THE SAME TIME

[siriusly-chaotic]

MoonWater fic (could be romantic or platonic) where Regulus' animagus is a little black lamb instead of a cat and Moony, the giant wolf, is very protective of this adorable little lamb who follows him around every full moon.

Does anyone else see the vision?

[crystalineart]

The Black Sisters

pre Andromeda's disowning.

(first time drawing andy, yaaay)

[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.

[aelia-posts]

The 'hair holds memories' concept, but its Sirius growing his long after he runs away, and Regulus chopping his short after he loses his brother.

[flightlessfinch]

walburga black loves regulus and sirius. she loves them when she wakes up, she loves them when she sleeps, she thinks of them as a beating heart alive outside of her body. she hates when they’re in pain. she hates when they’re far away from her. she hates when they won’t talk to her. she is a mother. she loves them even when she hates them. even when love is sickly it’s still real love. she tried. she wanted to raise them right. when a mother gets everything wrong everyone is utterly unforgiving. she’s not cartoonishly evil. she’s undeniably an abusive bigot but i know plenty of women like that, and they’re loving people. she taught regulus how to make cookies from scratch. she braided sirius’ hair for him. she took care of them when they were sick. she hugged them when they cried. this doesn’t make the abuse go away. it’s part of the abuse, this back and forth between gentleness and violence. this is why sirius stayed as long as he did, and why regulus never left. her abuse is awful because she loves them. it’s tragic because she is trying so hard. abusive parents still love their kids. regulus and sirius still love her too. it’s complicated. let it be complicated.

[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.

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

sirius and walburga.

[kristhething-blog]

Me: *pointing at Regulus and Walburga* the two of you are hoarders and the reason why Kreacher wouldn't let the Order throw away shit, aren't you?

[stareggie]

regulus: you have issues

sirius: you noticed 🥹❤️

[uhhlifeig]

Childhood - May 25 - word count: 255 - @wolfstarmicrofic - cw: walburga and orion's a+ parenting

Once upon a time, Sirius Orion Black didn’t know what love was. 

Sure, he knew the scathing glares and furious words from his mother whenever he messed up, and the stoic silence from his father almost all the time, but was that really what love was?

As much as they tried to tell him it was, Sirius knew that it wasn’t. 

He knew because he saw the mothers in Diagon Alley laugh with their children. He knew because he read stories about fathers who enjoyed their family’s company.

He knew, because his mother had said it to him one day, after he’d broken an antique plate.

“No wonder I don’t love you,” she’d snarled. “You’re a mistake.”

Even though she’d gone up to his room to apologise for what she said later that day, the damage was done.

The rest of his childhood was spent longing after the tender touches and loving words he would read about in his books.

Then, he met James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. They managed to turn his hopes around, showering him with affection.

And then he fell in love with Remus.

It was nothing like anything he’d felt before.

It was like he had gone his whole life in a world without color before it suddenly turned vibrant, like he’d spent his life in the shadows and then stepped into the daylight.

It was then when Sirius realized that his past didn’t shape him- he shaped his future.

And his future was going to be with Remus.

[siriusly-chaotic]

Trans Regulus who "dies" in the cave.

He really just stole the locket and then ran away to transition. The whole wizarding world thinks the youngest Black daughter died during the war. The only person who knows what really happened is Kreacher because he was also at the cave.

[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…