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Regulus and Sirius

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Merry Christmas <3

Wish my big brother would make me sneak off with him to the bathroom and force me to give him head before calling me his good boy <3

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001 starcest ⭐️

Oh, my babies.

001 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

when I started shipping it if I did: Like 20 years ago, they were one of my first HP ships alongside Sirry (I read so much on HP Literotica back then, lol). They were also my first incest and the first HP ship I finally wrote this year, so, nostalgia.

my thoughts: These two are everything that makes a brother ship so fucking delicious (granted, I wouldn’t turn down a wider age gap, but the closeness in age does have its perks). Shared childhood trauma, pureblood expectations, all the forces of the universe working to drive them apart. There is so much juicy innate conflict, from their personalities to their sortings to their ideologies. Sirius is brash where Reggie is subdued. Sirius fights where Regulus cowers. Sirius rebels, Regulus obeys. That said, I do enjoy more aggressive/assertive characterizations of Reg, too. But I think his betrayal of Voldemort was probably the first time he broke away from his parents’ ideals / thought for himself and was brave enough to act on it, and the fact that Sirius wasn’t there to see it is just devastating. He would’ve been so proud.

What makes me happy about them: I see them very close and very sheltered growing up, so for all Sirius’ curated rebellion, he and Reg share a lot of similarities. They’ve got that sort of ride-or-die bond but in a toxic way, like neither of them experienced love so they’re sorta building the plane (or in this case broom) as they’re flying it? I think they’d see possession as love, and it may not be healthy but it makes for some damn delicious shipping. They share a sense of humor, too, no matter how serious Reggie pretends to be.

What makes me sad about them: ESTRANGEMENT, BETRAYAL, PRISON, DEATH.

things I look for in fanfic: I think this post pretty well covers it! I love jealousy between them, I love protective Sirius, I love Reg feeling replaced by James, I love the unbreakable bond and (as with all incest ships) both being ashamed of their feelings to the point it almost destroys them before they finally explode and admit to each other. On a lighter note, I also think they have like, Drarry-level banter potential, which is why I especially enjoy them from a humorous angle.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: I’ll give one to the Jegulus shippers. :P Honestly, there’s no one I can plausibly imagine Reg ending up with, but Sirius of course goes to Harry, or before him, Remus. Much as I love Prongsfoot, fate does not.

My happily ever after for them: They don’t have one. :( I suppose you could operate under the premise that Reg never died but went into hiding (or was trapped somewhere all those years), and when he comes back, they reconcile. But it would have to be Starcest/Harry OT3 because, well, it’s me.

who is the big spoon/little spoon: Same answer as here. ^_^

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: I think they’d play (“play” being a generous term) the most vicious pickup Quidditch. I imagine them playing music together, I think they were raised with the classics and maybe Sirius teaches him guitar later on. And I bet they like to gossip, but like, in French. Leftover childhood habit. There was a post about it once and it became my new HC, like they’ll just sit in the common room aggressively going off in French and onlookers think they’re having some sort of heated intellectual debate but really it’s just did you fucking see Abbott’s new haircut?! Who gave the giant squid a pair of scissors?

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me as a writer

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CW: starcest

I don’t think Regulus understands the extent of what Sirius would be able to do for him, I don’t think anyone other than Sirius himself could. It terrifies Sirius and it thrills Regulus. Regulus wants to find out his brother's limits and Sirius dreads ever knowing for sure that there's none. He'd do everything for Regulus and so he tries his best not to give Regulus a chance to ask for things he's afraid to do.

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Regulus to Sirius

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Sirius's pov on his family

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Sirius to Regulus

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Why would u hurt me like this??? 😭

Regulus comforting Sirius

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a dark and cracky alternative ending to my fic ready to share. cw: most of them, including murder. not for remus fans 💀

When Remus gets handsy with his boyfriend's baby brother at the club, Sirius decides it's time to have a chat about boundaries. Regulus gets what he wants, and their sofa gets that splash of colour it's been missing.

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These were all so precious and— WAS THAT LAST ONE NECESSARY 😭

Regulus I write down my brother's appointments because god knows he won't remember them Black Sirius I dilute my mother's perfume because the smell overwhelms my brother Black Regulus I pretend I want to hold my brother's hand because he's too proud to admit he can't stop fidgeting Black Sirius I coach my brother to recognise social cues Black Regulus I learned through painstaking observation that my hypocrite brother lacks tact Black Sirius I sleep in t-shirts because my brother overheats in his long sleeves at night and gets overstimulated by sudden temperature changes Black Regulus I learned not to take offence to being interrupted mid-sentence at a very young age for some reason Black Sirius I wear the same jacket even in the height of summer because my brother likes the texture Black Regulus I proofread my brother's homework for careless errors and resent the fact he can knock out a brilliant essay without a lick of formal research Black Sirius I can't stick to a schedule to save my life, but I know exactly what time my brother will want an excuse to leave the dinner table to start his night routine Black Regulus I got really good at patching up minor wounds as a child because my brother took approximately eight stupid risks a day Black Sirius I have to remind my brother to take regular study breaks or he'll sit in the same position for six hours and whine about his neck hurting later Black Regulus I once had to start over five times when I tried to draw my brother as an adult because he couldn't decide what he wanted to be when he grew up Black Sirius my brother is neurodivergent, is that coming across Black Regulus and what the fuck are you Black Sirius I kept my brother's room organised exactly as he liked it long after he died because I know how much it mattered to him Black

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Sirius and Regulus

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A STARCEST EDIT??? 🥳

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Sirius and Regulus dynamic:

Plot Twist: Sweet Babey who has murderous tendencies

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What if i was my brothers cute pet... and he let me do whatever I wanted and always pet me

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Sirius when someone other than him insults Regulus:

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sirius/regulus | 500 words | prompt: lie by @taylorswiftmicrofic

The swim centre is an ugly building—glass and concrete and faded blue paint—but it’s the best place in the world.

In the past half a year, Sirius has been entrusted with driving his brother to swimming lessons on Thursdays. Mother thinks she’s punishing him by making him chauffeur Regulus around, and he makes sure to act annoyed every time he’s asked and therefore ensure it would continue. If only she knew how he counts the minutes until he can have him all to himself. How he drives like a maniac so he can get to him faster. How his chest swells when he reaches the last roundabout, knowing he’s close.

He’s restless today, too, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as Regulus finally slides into the passenger seat.

“Ready for your lesson?” Sirius grins as he pulls into the car park.

As if they have ever made past the back of the building.

He’s perfect, he always is: cheeks flushed and school tie loosened, exposing a glimpse of his pale throat that makes Sirius’ mouth go dry.

Every Thursday, Sirius falls in love all over again, watching Regulus transform from Mother’s perfect porcelain into something raw, and real, and so entirely his.

“Mother asked about your progress,” Sirius murmurs, amused. “Told her you swim like a dream.”

“Yeah?” Regulus bites into his lip, looking entirely devious in the bruising autumn dusk. “What else did you tell her?”

Their spot is behind the electrical unit, where the security cameras don’t reach. The car engine hasn't even cooled when the concrete digs into Sirius’ back as Regulus presses closer, stealing kisses between words.

“That you’re the…” Kiss. “…top of the class.” Another kiss. “Practically a dolphin.”

Regulus laughs against his mouth. “You’re terrible.”

“Impeccable form, Maman. Beautiful technique…”

“Shut up,” Regulus scolds, but he’s grinning and kisses him deeper; all tongue and teeth, tasting like sin and salvation, his pristine uniform deliciously rumpled.

“Make me.”

Oh, he does. Sirius’ world narrows down to Regulus pressing him against him with devastating intent, pulling him closer by his jacket lapels until there isn’t a breath of space between them. He’s heaven on earth, wicked smile and bruising fingers, driving Sirius mad—how his baby can melt from ice into fire in his arms, how he kisses like it's his dying wish, desperate and needy.

There’s nothing proper about him now—he’s pure want and hunger as he arches up against Sirius, demanding more. He deserves everything, and so shall he have it. Sirius would tear down the stars and rebuild them in the patterns of his choosing.

“Stop telling her these stupid lies. You’re going to get us caught.”

“Worth it.”

“You say that now,” Regulus sighs into his neck, “until I fall into the Thames and drown. Maybe I should take a lesson or two…”

Sirius tugs at his hair, drawing him up, drinking him in. “Waste of time. I’ll drain the river. Kiss me again.”