#regulus black hc

[curiouslymyown]

Happy birthday to OTB Regulus, I hope you’re living happily with your brother, your husband, and all your friends

[thetownsroyalmuseum]

Regulus who went through a Shakespeare phase when her was little (9-12 ish) so now he randomly switches to shakepearean english, to the point where all of his friends can now, not only understand it, but also speak it (especially sirius and barty)

[moonysraygun]

Regulus' kindergarten class is star themed. He has star fairy lights that light up the classroom (with the addition of a few lamps) (the overhead lights hurt his head). He has glow in the dark stars all over the ceiling. The students cubbies have star name tags. The reading + nap-time nook is decorated with many things but his addition of star and moon pillows and blankets are the main feature.

His plans are also related to space. During certain hours of the day his students have "moon time" which is nap time, "eclipse time" where his students enthusiastically pick which book he will read aloud once they finally wind down, "sun time" which is their morning and afternoon recess, "Jupiter time" which is arts and crafts... you get the gist.

Sirius makes fun of him for it but he secretly loves it. Loves that Reg turned something that haunted them into something safe for his students. Loves that Reg tells all of his students that they're stars no matter how cheesy it may seem (even to regulus himself) because it gives the galaxy a whole new meaning.

(This is a little manifestation for my future classroom but I think it suits Reg a bit) (OH please leave fic recs of teacher Reggie please I beg!)

[star-liit]

Rosewater makes me dizzy and I fear we're sleeping on them as a fandom - I want more??

(cw pseudo-incest, cousins by marriage)

Evan and Regulus, cousins by marriage, who spent every childhood summer tangled up in each other's orbit - left to their own devices, unsupervised and unsocialised, in the sprawling, overgrown grounds of a half-forgotten family estate in France.

Regulus was always an unpalatable little freak, moving through the world like he was already haunting it. He cycled through obsessive, all-consuming phases: pressing flowers between pages, cataloguing fungi, collecting the brittle bones of dead animals. He carried a notebook everywhere, full of spidery handwriting and frantic, meticulous sketches. He always wanted someone to ask what he was writing about - to let him talk about his latest fixation - but no one was all that interested in the youngest Black. Regulus was seriously fucking creepy, prone to sulking when the universe didn’t fall into line, and he dressed like a Victorian ghost even in the height of summer - it was incredibly off-putting.

Evan was quieter still - all blank stares and bruised knees, sleeves forever rolled up, a perpetual scab on one elbow that never healed because he kept picking at it. He didn't speak unless spoken to, and even then, his words came out flat and clipped, like each one cost him something. He was taller than the other kids, and blunt like a bat. If he'd been small and sweet, they might've called him shy, but tall and silent meant trouble. He always got the blame when someone cried, even if he hadn’t touched them - and he never wasted breath defending himself.

Somehow - even though Regulus looked like the kind of kid Evan would’ve beat senseless for sport in another life - they were inseparable.

Of course, everyone was a little on edge the first time they vanished into the woods together. One of the staff even made a quiet note of it, muttering about how Evan had followed Regulus in, looming behind him like a shadow.

When they finally emerged, hours later, Sirius looked ready to hex Evan straight back into the treeline - all righteous fury and big brother instinct, demanding to know where they’d been. He didn’t seem the least bit concerned that Evan had half a foot on him and shoulders broad enough to block out the sun.

Evan didn’t flinch - just raised an eyebrow, cool and unreadable. He never raised a hand unless cornered, and Regulus knew that, even if Sirius didn’t.

It was Regulus who stepped between them, flushed and indignant, voice cracking with conviction as he insisted that Ev was cool, actually, and that everyone had better leave him alone - or… or else.

That had been enough to shut everyone up. More or less.

After that, Regulus showed Evan every page in his stupid little notebook. And Evan looked - not with wide-eyed curiosity, but with steady, silent focus, tracking each turn of the page. He’d give a small jerk of his chin when Regulus paused, never flinching at the stranger entries. Never bored. Never dismissive. Just there, fully - in a way no one else had ever managed to be.

Evan never said he liked Regulus - and Regulus was the kind of person who usually needed to hear things like that. But Evan showed him, in his own quiet way. He always showed up. Sat beside him on the bottom step while he read. Stood over him like a silent guard while he sorted bones and feathers into neat, reverent piles. Stepped on sharp branches first so Regulus wouldn’t scratch his ankles.

Regulus let him hold the bones - because Evan, for all his dirt-streaked fingers and ripped trouser legs, was careful with delicate things. He wiped his hands before touching anything fragile, and he never held on too tight. Regulus knew that - because whenever Evan’s hands started curling and uncurling, the way they did when something felt unfair, too loud, too much, Regulus offered his own. No questions, no fuss. Just something solid to squeeze.

When they got to school, and the world got louder, they only got quieter.

Regulus had always been weird with crowds - twitchy, uneasy - and Evan could take or leave them. By eleven, Regulus was whippet-fast, all lean limbs and nervous energy, darting through corridors at Seeker speed. He’d vanish into the blur if not for Evan, who kept a steady hand on him - a grip at the elbow, a firm press to the shoulder - enough to keep him close. Evan was too proud to chase, and too attached to let go. He moved slowly, deliberately, like he knew the crowd would part for him in time.

They didn’t talk much in public - not even to each other - but they stared. Regulus knew what every flicker on Evan’s face meant: the twitch of his jaw, the dart of his eyes, the subtle curl of his lip when someone said something beneath contempt. Everyone else thought Evan was unreadable. Regulus just thought they weren’t paying attention. Evan communicated perfectly - quietly, precisely - and if you were looking, really looking, you’d understand him just fine.

Regulus grew into his cheekbones first. Got prettier before he got taller - the kind of sharp, ethereal beauty that made people look twice. The attention started in third year. Girls smiled at him in corridors. Boys teased him in ways that felt different now. And Evan - Evan started hauling him away. By the wrist. By the collar. By the belt loop, once.

Not out of jealousy, exactly. Evan didn’t exactly have a name for it. And he wasn’t worried Regulus would leave. He just didn’t see the point in letting him entertain it - why pretend he was meant for anyone else?

Evan got his turn the next summer. Fourth year, and he shot up nearly a foot - carved out of sharp lines and quiet intensity. The brooding thing started working for him. Girls stopped looking nervous when he walked into a room. They started giggling instead. And Regulus hated it. Hated the way they touched his arm. Hated sitting through breakfast while someone leaned across the table to ask if Evan liked Quidditch, of all things.

But Regulus did like the way Evan pulled his arm back - slow and deliberate, never a flinch. He liked the curl of his lip, as if the strange touch had repulsed him. He liked the clipped, deadpan “I like it when Reg plays” that shut the conversation down like a slammed door. He liked the way Evan would drop an arm around his shoulders instead - casual and certain, like a full stop at the end of a sentence.

By fifth year, Regulus had taken to sitting on Evan’s lap in the common room - like it was the most natural thing in the world. Evan never discouraged him, just rested his hands wherever he pleased: the small of Regulus’s back, the curve of his thigh, his thumb drifting lazily along the sensitive inner seam, slow, certain, without a hint of hesitation. Evan had never known shame, and Regulus hadn’t yet realised he was supposed to feel it. He never would, if Evan got his way.

Regulus - even then - proudly referred to Evan as 'my cousin' in front of strangers, always with sharp gleam in his eye, thrilled to watch people recoil when he turned back and kissed him. It was the only thing that made Evan smile in public. He liked that mean, needling streak Regulus had. Liked that it was his.

They never talked about it - never discussed dating, or what they were, or when exactly they stopped being just friends. But then again, they’d never needed many words to begin with.

[fourthemarauders]

Jegulily au

James *introducing lily*: this is my better half.

James *introducing regulus*: and this is my bitter half

[snoflurriee]

james "the city needs me" potter and regulus "you have jury duty, you're not batman" black

[starrysillhoutte]

regulus black would be that one mf who could speak your native language better than you

[b4rty-r0s13r-w1ll-fck-y0ur-m0m]

Oh, Regulus chose to be friends with Barty because he reminded him so much of Sirius. By the way.

[florence-not-italy]

regulus would send james anonymous/incorrectly signed letters becoming progressively odder just to see him become confused, flustered + concerned for his safety admist his 'many' admirers

ranging from things like "next saturday. do not tell anyone. we're still on for the threesome, right?"

to "thank you. your submission to Hogwarts Professors Erotica has been received. you will be sent your first copy next week."

to, vaguely threatening requests like "do you sell your quidditch sweat from winning matches by the gallon? interested buyer. owl me. -jess"

[rudamaruda520]

Regulus: [standing on the wrong floor late for class] How exactly I have the power of god in the palm of my hand and yet a set of fucking STAIRS have defeated me AGAIN?!

[curiouslymyown]

Regulus hated his freckles in the summer because his parents saw them as imperfections, so that’s all he saw them as

James absolutely adored them and would not let go of Regulus until he had kissed them all

[dreamer0903]

AU where Regulus animagus is a black cat, he starts to hang out in the Gryffindor common room to stalk James (yes, he is a little crazy like this) and obviously James is smitten with the kitten, he picks him up all the time, he pets it and give him endless kisses and treats.

One day, Regulus gets bold and ends up in the marauders room, specifically on James' bed, snuggling in his clothes. James is so happy and proud that the cute cat chose him and starts telling everyone about it.

The rumours get to the Slytherins, and Barty and Evan tease Regulus so much that he stops going to the Gryffindor common room.

Later that same year, Regulus and James began to start seeing each other, and at one point, James tells Reg that he is an animagus and (to make himself more interesting) tells him how difficult it is to become one and brag about it so much that Regulus just rolls his eyes and transform himself right in front of James.

Needless to say that James easily connects that Regulus is the black kitten that loved to snuggle next to him.

They get together not long after that.

I love them,

take care, babes ✨️

[accio-sriracha]

Everybody always talks about Regulus can't swim this and Regulus can't swim that but

CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW MUCH SADDER IT WOULD BE IF HE COULD??

Regulus from his posh family background and mandated swimming lessons. Regulus who was constantly practicing so he could be good at it like his older brother.

Regulus who used the water like an escape, who felt calmer in oceans and lakes than he did on land.

Regulus, who loved the peace the weightlessness brought him.

Regulus, who was so used to fucking up at everything as a kid and finding the ONE thing he was incredible at.

Regulus was thin and strong and had lungs of steel and he could have been an incredibly talented swimmer.

And that love was the very thing that killed him.

Can you imagine how furious Sirius would be?

How angry and full of rage he would be at the fact that his brother, the one who always beat him during laps around the pool and used to use the lake as an escape had drowned.

Yes, Regulus not being able to swim is funny.

But Regulus being a good swimmer?

That's the saddest fucking thing I've ever heard.

[moonysraygun]

Sirius trying to teach Regulus to drive but every time Reg hits the gas he closes his eyes and because it's scaring Sirius he starts shouting and now Reg is having a panic attack and Sirius is overwhelmed trying to calm him down again.

[fourthemarauders]

James:"You know what would be sexy? Eating food off of each other."

Regulus:"you haven't done the dishes. Have you?"

James:"No,sirrrr."

[arachidenitida]

evan is regulus' best friend since they're babies, and barty is jealous of their inner jokes he can't quite get