#regulus black centric

[sun-kissy]

crystals | r.b.

regulus black x whimsical!reader

“Baby,” Regulus’ voice comes out two parts affection and one part exasperation as he feels your knees pressing down into the bed on either side of him. You hum distractedly in response, mind wandering to places he knows he can never follow.

He cracks his eyes open, a small smile involuntarily making its way onto his face at the sight of you. You’re as pretty as you always are, so pretty he wonders if you’re actually a dryad of some sort. You certainly look the part, with daisies braided into your hair and miniature toadstool earrings.

He watches as you outstretch your fingers to fiddle with the chain on his neck, your eyebrows bunched in concentration. Your tongue juts out of your lip adorably as you bite down on it, and he resists the urge to kiss you senseless.

The chain Regulus was wearing was nothing more than a thick black string, but it was knotted around various small crystals, courtesy of your hobby of collecting them. When he had first asked you out with a ring, you had shyly given him this string with a single crystal hanging from it – a rose quartz. “For my unconditional love,” you had mumbled, blushing so hard he thought you mirrored a rose. But the pink that coated your cheeks was a lovelier shade than any flower he had laid his eyes on.

From then on, you would knot new crystals onto the string whenever you found them. Regulus was pretty sure some of them had to have been rocks or pebbles, but he loved you too much not to indulge you.

“Mon chéri,” he tries again, amusement seeping into his tone. “It’s 5 in the morning.”

“So?” you ask distractedly, your fingers still tugging and pulling his necklace from side to side. “5AM is when the crystals are most active, you know. This is when they pull the most power from the core of the earth,” you explain matter-of-factly, so dedicated to your task that you don’t notice his smile widening.

You sway forward slightly, unable to balance on the balls of your knees. Regulus silently wraps his palms around your hips, tugging downward until you’re comfortably seated on his stomach.

That was when he noticed you had odd-shaped stones in one of your hands, sunlight reflecting off of them to give a pale blue glow. “What are those?”

You perk up at his question, abandoning your task of trying to tie the stones onto the string. Your head tilts upwards to give him a sunny smile. “They’re aquamarine crystals, obviously.”

“Yeah?” he murmurs, his smile softening. It doesn’t matter how many times you do this, it’s always just as endearing to him. The way you smile fondly at him – like he’s silly for not knowing.

“Yeah,” you beam. “I found these in the stream nearby, the one next to the big daisy field with all the horsies.”

“You walked into the water again, then?”

It’s too laden with fondness to sound accusatory, but you turn slightly sheepish anyway, nodding. Your hands find their way back to his necklace, and this time you manage to loop the string around a crystal successfully. Your face lights up, obviously pleased with your work.

He huffs out a laugh, leaning forward to run his hands down your long skirt. As expected, he finds it damp and sticky. “You’ll have to take a bath, mon amour.”

“In the stream?”

“No,” he mutters, trying but failing to conceal his amused grin. He presses his elbows into the mattress, hoisting himself upwards to press an amorous kiss to your forehead. He can’t help himself, the blush on your cheeks and the shy smile too much for his heart to handle. “In the shower, baby.”

“Oh,” you reply as a way of answer, and Regulus can’t help but chuckle at the slight disappointment in your voice. “Maybe I can shower in the water tomorrow, then? With all the ducks. These ducks are nice; they eat the bread I throw at them. You can come too if you’d like.”

“Maybe,” he replies indulgently, with absolutely no intention of letting you bathe with the ducks instead of with him — but he was never one to deny you anything you asked for.

[les-fleurrs-du-mal]

Masterlist

Heyy. I've not used tumblr since I was in my early 20s, so just getting back into now to promote my writing! I've been writing since I was 15 and took a very long break from it until quite recently.

I write Regulus Black and Sirius Black-centric fics, as well as the Black Sisters. I like to read fics too, so always open to recommendations to enjoy, and can provide feedback/constructive criticism if any is wanted!

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works

Cracks [work in progress] / regulus black x original muggle character / enemies-to lovers

Flora, the muggle half-sister of protective older brother Remus Lupin, is hidden away during the First Wizarding War for fear of werewolf attacks. It seems things cannot possibly get worse until Regulus Black, who has deviated from the fold of Death Eaters, also needs somewhere to hide.

Forced together by circumstance, their relationship is rocky from the start, but Flora won't be daunted by Regulus' arrogance and unpleasant airs. As they both slowly overcome their dislike of one another, mutual respect and understanding begin to grow, and their feelings start to shift from mere affection to something deeper and more profound.

Black Heart [work in progress, but very slow updates] / bellatrix lestrange au

Odile Lestrange, the only child of Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange, has grown up with Regulus and always had a very close relationship with him. At the age of twelve, Odile finds herself betrothed to her elder cousin Sirius - until he runs away, at least. Then the burden falls to Regulus. As time goes on, and they grow up amid a war in which both are expected to serve, their relationship becomes increasingly complicated and more convoluted, with layers of lies, secrets, resentment, and love.

Le Cygne [completed] narcissa malfoy x original muggle character / F/F

Eira is a Muggle newly married to Sirius Black when he is arrested for a crime he didn't commit. A dark story unravels as Eira is forced into servitude for the Malfoy family and begins an encounter of hopeless infatuation with Narcissa Malfoy, the proud and beautiful wife of Lucius, in an unexpected, devastating way.

[leeu16337]

Chapters: 3/9 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Regulus Black/James Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Aang & Toph Beifong & Katara & Sokka & Suki & Zuko, Toph Beifong & The Gaang, Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes, Regulus Black & Barty Crouch Jr. & Pandora Lovegood & Dorcas Meadowes & Evan Rosier, Regulus Black & Sirius Black, Regulus Black & Kreacher, Regulus Black & Sirius Black & Bellatrix Lestrange & Narcissa Malfoy & Andromeda Tonks, Barty Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier, Mary Macdonald & Marlene McKinnon & Dorcas Meadowes & Lily Evans Potter, Mary Macdonald/Lily Evans Potter, Pandora Lovegood/Xenophilius Lovegood, Regulus Black & Luna Lovegood Characters: Regulus Black, Toph Beifong, Pandora Lovegood, Katara (Avatar), Barty Crouch Jr., Zuko (Avatar), Evan Rosier, Sokka (Avatar), Dorcas Meadowes, Suki (Avatar), Lily Evans Potter, Severus Snape, Sirius Black, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Andromeda Black Tonks, Black Family (Harry Potter) Additional Tags: Regulus Black is Toph Beifong, Earthbender Regulus Black, Regulus Black Lives, Regulus Black Needs a Hug, The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, Regulus Black-centric, Regulus Black is a Little Shit, BAMF Regulus Black, Regulus Black & Sirius Black Have a Good Relationship, Regulus Black and Sirius Black Angst, Chaotic Regulus Black, Good Regulus Black, Waterbender Pandora Lovegood, Regulus Black & Pandora Lovegood Friendship, Pandora Lovegood Lives, Pandora Lovegood is a Malfoy, Lily Evans Potter & Severus Snape Friendship, Firebender Barty Crouch Jr., Firebender Lily Evans, Waterbender Severus Snape, Evan Rosier is a Little Shit, Severus Snape is a Little Shit, BAMF Dorcas Meadowes, Dorcas Meadowes is a Little Shit, the slytherin skittles are all little shits, Crack, Crack Crossover, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - Avatar & Benders Setting, just no avatar, Fluff and Angst, Pandora Lovegood is a little shit, Regulus Black & Severus Snape Friendship, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Disabled Regulus Black, Blind Regulus Black, Animagus Regulus Black, animagus slytherin skittles + lily & sev, ALOT of references to ATLA Series: Part 1 of "Contrary to popular belief; I do, in fact, have a life outside of this fucking house, Sirius." - Regulus Arcturus Black, Slytherin Prefect, circa 1977 Summary:

There are three things most know before they ever meet the youngest of Blacks.

One: Regulus Arcturus Black is blind.

Two: Regulus Arcturus Black is capable.

Three: everyone is, to some measure, afraid of Regulus Arcturus Black.

Or: Toph Beifong’s soul is now inhabiting a body called Regulus Arcturus Black. The British Wizarding World weeps.

[a-sunset-outside-my-window]

fic rec friday

I Knew Everything When I Was Young

by MidnightStargazer on Ao3

Sirius is a squib, and Regulus has no doubt that some mudblood is to blame. When he leaves for his first year at Hogwarts, he's determined to find whoever stole his brother's magic and force them to return it - but the more he investigates, the more the gaps and contradictions in his belief system become impossible to ignore.

Ahh! This is the cutest little fic that I have read in recent weeks and I need to share it because my heart can not handle it! It's so nicely written, it has some of my favourite tropes and the vibes are just very good I think. It's a oneshot, so is a perfect little treat at the end of a day. Would highly recommend!

favourite tropes included are:

the hurt is hurting, but the comfort is also comforting

obscure characters getting some spot light

Black brother feels

Regulus getting over his prejudice

redemtion arc (kind of)

baby Regulus Black

Andromeda Tonks

adults actually being helpful

fix-it (of sorts)

as always, leave lots of love and kudos to the author and have an amazing rest of the week <3

[bi4bisamjess]

Summary: There is a body buried beneath 12 Grimmauld Place. Its ghost leaks out through the walls, the pipes, the floorboards, the crown moulding. At night, it shakes the busts off their pedestals, leaves drawers hanging open like yawning, gaping mouths. It sinks steak knives into portraits, switches the silverware, moves furniture. By daybreak, it howls. It screams and moans and wails. Regulus hasn't been able to sleep for weeks. Sirius does not return to Hogwarts following 5th year. (AKA Sirius is missing, something is wrong, and the Marauders + Regulus do some mild breaking and entering)

The fourth (and penultimate) chapter of my Marauders fic is up. Target audience is as follows:

Haunting of Hill House enthusiasts

horror aficionados

non-linear narrative enjoyers

angst connoisseurs

Wolfstar and Jegulus devotees

[mourningliliesmorningglories]

“Passed Alger Brook Road, I'm over the bridge.”

Remus never thought he’d be sitting on this train once more. In this moment, he’s 14 again. The hills roll by and if he closes his eyes, imagines just hard enough, he can still hear the clamouring and giggling that used to belong here. The train is empty, save for Remus, a special trip just for him. In the worst way, this is all too familiar. Like the trunk remembers the axe, Remus can’t help but feel he is gently travelling towards a terrible thing.

“A minute from home but I feel so far from it.”

Remus had lived in London for so long that the Welsh had been bleached out of his accent. Hope and Lyall were long gone, finally resting. And Remus was alone. Home had always been where his heart had lived. Never Wales though, never a place, always a person. Cariad. Cariad. Cariad. With every beat of his heart, Remus knows where home is. He thinks of James and Lily and Harry. He thinks of a home that once belonged to them.

“The death of my dog, the stretch of my skin.”

He thinks of a home that belongs to him, of a basement with a torn up mattress and a master bedroom with a leather jacket hanging on the back of the chair. Remus could never understand how people could one day lock a door and never open it again. Until he did. Slowly, the cottage grew to be too much, bore a weight so goddamn heavy that Remus shouldered it all. That house held the three people he loved, “love” his mind corrects him. He wonders whether in 11 years of solitude, that house too, would be reluctant to see him again.

“It's all washin' over me, I'm angry again.”

In a way, only Remus could understand why James and Lily had to die. Unfortunately, there is always a greater good. There is always someone, ‘something’ his mind hisses, greater than him. The rage is dormant now. The war is over. Remus knows loss incredibly well, walks hand in hand with her most days. Instinctively, he tightens his grip on his thigh. It serves as a reminder. You survived the war. You lost everyone you love. You are real. You are neither punished nor the punisher. Not anymore.

“The things that I lost here, the people I knew.”

Remus takes a walk along the length of the train. Nostalgia’s sake and all that. The open compartment doors rattle gently and the seats are vacant. For some reason, Remus half expected to run into a brick wall at King’s Cross. He doesn’t know how to exist in this space again, how to walk the halls of the castle without feeling like a ghost instead. Mostly, Remus doesn’t know how he could look into James’ faces and Lily’s eyes again, and see them on someone else.

“They got me surrounded for a mile or two.”

Logically, he knows “No.” is as good an answer as any. He made sure that there were no more favours, no more secrets. Remus knows that from 11, the castle cared for him. He also knows that care and respect go hand in hand. He has no debt to the castle but he does have duty to fulfil. For every man who obeys his duty, there is another who cannot. A prison cell briefly flashes in his mind, then a cupboard under stairs, then a set of silver handcuffs.

“The car's in reverse, I'm grippin' the wheel.”

The train shudders and stops. The sky is dark. Remus’ eyes are closed. He inhales deeply and lets muscle memory take over. His steps now echo down the empty train carriages. He is just as tall as the last time he stood here. This time, he leaves behind four giggling boys. He leaves behind the weight of a head in his lap. The image is superimposed into his eyelids. Remus hopes that everything that ever existed still exists in moments, even though we don’t get them back. The doors slide open and he steps onto the platform.

“I'm back between villages and everything's still.”

For the second time in his life, Remus John Lupin has the sudden and crashing realisation that he is totally and utterly alone.

[aniwahstan]

1999 muggle AU

A Jegulus reunion: how Regulus Black ended up having positively filthy reunion s*x to the tune of Third Eye Blind

(Fic)

James finally shakes himself from delusion, and is the first to step toward Regulus. He doesn’t say hello, or ask what he is doing here. He doesn’t ask if he’s back for good, or when he arrived. James wraps his arms around Regulus’ lower back and hauls him off his feet, using one arm to wrap under his leg, forcing him to open his thighs and lock his legs around James’ back.

Once Regulus is secure in his grip, James walks him into the kitchen and away from prying eyes. He pauses there, letting Regulus support himself on the counter and kisses him. It’s quite frantic - how their hands grab for every inch of skin on the other. It doesn’t take long before their noises pull snide comments from the living room.

“Yeah, it’s not like any of us haven’t seen Reggie in months either. Not like he’s my brother. Go ahead, have him all to yourself, you selfish prick!”

James laughs against Regulus' mouth and picks him back up. He takes him down the hall, and sets him down just inside the door to his room. Before closing the door, he flips Sirius a middle finger for the comment and slams the door closed, locking it for good measure.

They spend a solid hour in bed. Or rather, on the bed. Because neither of them had the patience to get under the covers before ripping each other’s clothes clean off. James did have the good sense to pause long enough to throw in the first CD he could find and turn the knob up to maximum volume so they could be loud without more reprimand. And that is how Regulus Black ended up having positively filthy reunion s*x to the awful tune of Third Eye Blind.

Art by amazing @industrations ❤️

[amethystheart2421]

Regulus Centric (mostly Gen) Fic Recs

I love Regulus as a character, and have found that stories about him that don't focus on a romantic pairing can still be incredible, and are some of my absolute favorites! So I am making another reclist!!

*Many of these do include Wolfstar even if Regulus is not in a romantic pairing

Something about Timing by WolfstarGarden

Through a glass, blackly by wheresmejumper

Regulus Black and the What the Hell by gonzoclock

A Little Bird Told Me by MidnightStargazer

The Three Soulmates of Pandora Lovegood by AmethystHeart2421

Blackpool by TheDivineComedian

Power the Dark Lord Knows Not by Fantismal and Jormandugr

What's so Special About Christmas by AmethystHeart2421

Flowers Sleep in Winter by daydreamerdisease (Regulus/OC but it's so focused on his character development I feel it belongs in this list 💗)

The Life and Death of Regina Black by Sniper_Jade (JadedandConfused)

Declared False Start by Wanderingdonut

A Paw In Each World by AstroKneazle

[norry-yippee]

This is just a little snippet of my fic since it will be a while till it’s out

inventing something together-hehenorahhehe

"That was hilariously stupid." Dorcas laughs.

"Whatever. You gonna tell me what's going on between you and Marlene." That shit her up real quick.

"She is an annoying moron." She shrugs.

"Who you fancy."

"Regulus, how many times do I have it say this. We aren't primary school children, I don't 'fancy' anyone." She uses air quotes. Regulus rolls his eyes, Cassie has always been very stubborn. And for Regulus to think that someone must be very stubborn.

"I don't know what you want me to say."

"Cas, I am saying this with all the love in my heart I have grown for you. I see the way you look at her.

“Cas, I am saying this with all the love in my heart I have grown for you. I see the way you look at her. I see your eyes, the way they are intently fixed on each other. You may think she is annoying, she is, but there is something else in there, I know it. I’m not an expert in romantic feelings, im actually pretty shit at it. But the way you look at her, the sheer desperation in your eyes. She might as well be sleep to the restless. I’m not telling you to show up with a boom box and confess your love. But please think about it, I have a feeling she feels a similar way to you.” He isn’t sure is she was actually listening, her eyes are blank and her mouth in a straight line.

“Cassie?”

“Fuck.” She whispers. “Damn it, Reggie. That was beautiful.” A sign escapes her.

“Well I’m not just beauty, I’ve got brains too.” She laughs and shoves him.

“You’re also entirely right, goddamn it. What do I do now?”

“I don’t know, talk to her, flirt a little. She has feelings for you too.”

“No she doesn’t.”

“Yes she does.”

“How do you know?” She counters.

“Yesterday, when you were braiding that little girls hair, Lizzie? She was watching so intently, there were stars in her eyes. It was the picture of romance. And I should know, I get paid to paint romance.” He shrugs and her eyes go a bit wide. “I’ll leave you to this.” He pats her shoulder and walks over back to his cabin.

[vellichorbindery]

Cover art by the talented, beautiful creature @evyltalks for my newest wip. My friend got me a commission with Evyl as a Christmas gift and I knew instantly I wanted to see her take on the Black brothers from my fic. I literally cried when I first saw this piece. Evyl, you absolutely blew me away with this, my heart is SO full, THANK YOU!! 🫶🏼💖🖤

This story has been running around in my head since this summer and I’m so ready to share it. I’ll be posting one chapter at a time with 10 chapters total.

The Black brothers are so fucking special to me and this fic is me pouring a bit of my soul & relationship with my older sis into it (she’s my best friend) and the Sirius to my Regulus.

Chapter 1 coming 12/23 ✨

[sun-kissy]

stars & spaghetti | r.b.

a/n: here i go again, not taking a break 😭 i swear i just needed to write this! thank you @lovemenotts for encouraging me to post it 🫶 i love you lily

tw: eating disorder recovery

Regulus knows where to find you, but he also knows better than to act like he was looking for you with two bowls of food in hand.

“Hey.”

You almost jump at the sound of his voice. You turn around from where you’re sitting on the porch, giving him a small smile. “Hi.”

His heart drops a little when he sees your face, with your sunken eyes and tired expression.

“I didn’t realize you were home already. Did you come through the back?”

He hums an affirmative, sitting down next to you on the steps leading out the house.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watches as you slouch onto the railing on your left, blankly staring out at the road. “How’s your day been?”

Regulus casually twirls his fork into the spaghetti in his bowl before bringing it to his mouth. Maybe he believes he’s being slick, you think, but it’s obvious that he’s got twice his usual serving.

“Today’s been fine, yeah. Just busy. How was work?”

He nods in response, “Good, actually. Mark finally sent me the files I needed to get that huge contract signed, and —” He presses his fork into the pasta again, but this time brings it up to your mouth (hoping you’re too distracted to mind).

His heart drops and how instantly you swerve backwards, almost crashing into the step behind you.

“Reg,” it comes out as a betrayed hiss. You take a shaky exhale before sitting back upright. “I don’t want any; I’ve eaten dinner already.”

“Have you?”

“Yes, I —“

“Then why’s the kitchen completely clean?”

Regulus never takes a harsh tone with you, and he wasn’t going to start now. There’s nothing but quiet, genuine concern in the way he asks. Guilt claws at the back of your throat anyway.

It was one of your worse days; thoughts of excessive calories and not having worked out being all you could think about. You’d stared at yourself in the mirror for what seemed like hours, cursing every flaw of your body and wondering why me.

Without your boyfriend home, it had just felt like there was no reason to fatten yourself.

“Hey,” Regulus mutters, laying his palm facing upwards on your lap. You take it. “You’re getting in your head again.”

“Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for, lovely girl.” He reaches out to gently brush a stray hair away from your face. “But do you think you could try to eat something? Please?”

Your heart stops, and it’s like your mind is reeling back into its hiding spot already. No lies on the tip of your tongue.

“It doesn’t have to be a lot, dove, he continues quietly, rubbing your fingers. “Just a few bites. You need fuel, you know.”

Regulus is looking into your eyes with that silent look now, the one which makes you feel like he’d do just about anything to save you from yourself. You don’t think you could ever say no to him.

And it wasn’t like you’d eaten anything today. You were allowed this, for your boyfriend, right?

“Fine.”

He smiles softy and tugs you closer, stamping a kiss to the side of your forehead and picking up the bowl of pasta from beside him. “So, remember that bouquet I bought you last week?”

He starts to make casual conversation as he feeds you, and you do your best to listen. It goes all the way from those flowers were expensive! to maybe we should get a cat — or a new apartment — but NOT a dog.

The food gets lodged in your throat every now and then, but you force yourself to swallow. The ‘full’ feeling starts to creep up on you like your shadow.

Regulus can sense it. “Okay, but why the hell do you like dogs?”

You decide to indulge him and go off on a tangent about the fluffy beasts, which pulls your mind away from its dark corner. The conversation makes the chore of eating easier.

You’re sure he knows what he’s doing, but you’re going to let him anyway.

Before you know it, you’re laughing so hard you don’t even realize the bowl is empty. He stands up to put it away before you get the chance to think too hard about it.

Regulus sits back down next to you. He starts to tell you about the stars, then, and you listen intently. It’s late, but you wouldn’t know what time it is. Time didn’t exist in your little bubble.

At one point you’ve curled into him the furthest you can. Your eyelids are being pulled down by the weight of fatigue, his comforting presence lulling you closer towards sleep.

He thinks you don’t hear it when he murmurs a soft I’m proud of you. You do.

[starsignchaser]

@jegulus-microfic | June 2nd | Night | Word count: 719

Walburga Black died on a quiet night in August.

Her sons found out two days later. Almost by chance, as her obituary was barely three lines in total.

Walburga Black died peacefully in her sleep Tuesday evening. The last remaining member of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, Madame Black leaves behind an illustrious legacy. Services will be held in private.

“‘Last remaining member’, where does she get off? Even in death, she strives to spite us.” Sirius scoffed and threw his copy of the Prophet to the table. Still, even with the disgust clear in his voice, his hand gripped tightly to Regulus’ shoulder. 

The younger of the two stayed silent but his hands clenched tightly into fists under the table. Desperately trying to hold onto his anger, even as tears came to his eyes, Regulus took a deep breath. 

Suddenly pushing up from the table, he mentioned needing some air and stepped into the back garden. The early morning sun beat down on him and he walked farther out to reach some reprieve under a looming oak tree. Pressing his back against the rough bark, he tilted his head up to catalog the light filtering through the branches. 

Grasping again at his anger, he turned his frustration to the sun itself. What right did it have to shine so brightly while Regulus felt like this? Why is the earth at its most beautiful while all he wants is to curl into the darkness? Why can the birds keep chirping and bees keep buzzing when he can barely feel the air in his lungs? Why can’t he feel the air in his lungs? Why-?

“Regulus?” James’ deep voice cut through the static that had taken over his brain, forcing him to take a deep breath and finally let the oxygen return to his head.

However, as soon as his head was cleared, he realized that the anger he so desperately had tried to hold onto wasn’t anger at all. It was pain. It was searing, overwhelming, grief. An agony he had been blessed to never feel before, surging through his veins as he realized that his mother was gone. 

Dropping to his knees, his breath left him just as quickly as it had returned and tears began to stream from his eyes. 

“James-” he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut. “I don’t- I can’t- Why does it hurt so much?” It felt like his heart was breaking, literally ripping itself apart in his chest. The pain shot through his entire body, making him want to rip his skin off, to reach inside and pull the pain out with his own hands. 

“Breathe with me love, come on, focus on my breath.” James was crouched in front of him now, pulling Regulus’ hand to his chest so he could feel it lift with each breath. “That’s right love, keep breathing, you can do this.”

“I can’t, James I can’t,” he was sobbing now, the truth of the situation a constant loop in his head. 

His mother was gone. The person who brought him into this world, had died. The first one on this earth to ever hold him, to ever press a kiss to his forehead, to ever love him, was gone. But in the same breath, his tormentor, his bully, his abuser, was gone. He was free, wasn’t he? Why didn’t he feel like it?

“Why does it hurt, Jamie? I don’t want to miss her James. I don’t want to feel like this, please, I don’t want this! I want this to stop, it hurts so much, I don’t want to hurt, I thought she couldn’t hurt me anymore, please-” he babbled as he gripped tightly to the front of his boyfriends shirt.

“Shh, my love. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I know it hurts, I know. It’s going to be okay, you’re going to be okay. You’re safe, Sirius is safe, she can’t hurt you anymore.” James pulled him into his chest, holding him close as if he could squeeze the grief out through sheer will. 

Regulus continued sobbing, James not letting go for even a second. 

Tomorrow would be better. Each day forward would be easier. But for today, a young boy sat in the agony of the most complicated grief one could feel.

[leeu16337]

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Regulus Black/James Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Euphemia Potter/Fleamont Potter, Orion Black/Walburga Black, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Peter Pettigrew & James Potter, Regulus Black & Sirius Black, Orion Black & Regulus Black & Sirius Black & Walburga Black, Sirius Black & Euphemia Potter, Sirius Black & Minerva McGonagall, Remus Lupin & Minerva McGonagall, Minerva McGonagall & James Potter Characters: Regulus Black, James Potter, Harry Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Lily Evans Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts Students, Hogwarts Staff, Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Other Characters Additional Tags: Regulus Black Deserves Better, Regulus Black-centric, BAMF Regulus Black, Female Regulus Black, James Potter is a simp, James Potter is a Simp should already be a tag Series: Part 5 of All Harry Potter Works Summary:

After learning that Lily Evans wasn't his mother, Harry Potter does what any normal person would do, He travels back in time with his friends to watch his mother's life.

[lily-evans-stan]

i can’t wait a whole week

next fic rec!!!!!!!!

this one is so good! it’s completed but for the epilogue. so u can read it completed, anyway i cried a lot.

there is some nsfw content so pls read w care

[hvgsnotdrugs]

thinking fairyseeker thoughts again

cuz we all know and love the hc that regulus sent her a letter before he went to the cave and ultimately died but what if he didn't. what if he just vanished into thin air and it was soon after their relationship started getting better after the dark mark (cuz i hc that they kind of fell apart after reg took it (cuz pandora literally escaped her family not to get it)) and just imagine him coming to pandora asking for forgiveness and promising to prove himself cuz he's finally seen through the lies of voldemort and pandora sees her reggie in him again after years of being torn apart and she believes him and then she has a vision of the water and the stars and she knows it's about regulus but has no idea what it means and regulus never makes an appearance again and she never gets closure,,,, until kreacher finally finds her and hands her the locket and says it was his master's last wish for him to get it to pandora cuz she may be able to destroy it. and she has no idea what it is but she now knows that the vision she's had was about regulus and he is in fact dead and all she has is this stupid locket, fading memories of a best friend she once had and hope that this is somehow connected to the "proving himself worthy of her friendship again" bit so she tries to finish the very last thing her best friend asked her to do through the elf.

and fails.

and neither xeno nor luna ever get closure as to why she spent so much time trying to perfect spells that ultimately killed her - and she dies knowing she failed that kid she once loved and trusted so much. enough to risk her everything for merely a reflection of what he once were.

yeah.

[ziggystrdust]

HERE!

*throws secret relationship dorlene, enemies to lovers jegulus, hookup (with bad intentions) to lovers wolfstar, friends to lovers marylily and healing rosekiller at you very fast and then runs away*