#regulus&fleamont

[saintchaser]

can’t for the life of me find a fic so black brothers angst after sirius runs away (maybe regulus snuck out to the potters in the middle of the night and showed up like the stork on their doorstep) please <333

regulus knew he should have not gone there. he knew what could have happened if he had gotten caught, he was fully aware. and still, he had gone, waiting, in the dead of the night, in front of the doorway of the potters. flowers and plants littered all around the house, painted a warm beige colour.

the house seemed welcoming, and, truly, like a home. maybe that was why sirius had decided to run away. maybe because he thought that the potters would be better to him than the noble and most ancient house of black would be. maybe he was sure of it.

he knocked on the door, and he instantly regretted his decision. he smoothed his jacket and his shirt, and he hopes he didn't look as pathetic and childish as he thought he did.

when the door opened, he was sure it was none other than fleamont potter. salt and pepper hair, dark brown eyes, deep and welcoming, and the same kind of wired glasses pushed up his nose. he was in casual, sleep attire; not like regulus had ever seen him before. but then again, regulus had never seen him before, and—

"hello!" fleamont greeted him, and regulus was surprised by the warm, honey-like thickness of his voice.

"hi," regulus said back, and he mentally scolded himself for the way his voice was shaking.

fleamont didn't ask anything; he just invited him inside, and it was exactly what regulus had and hadn't expected it.

he hadn't expected it, because he never thought he would have been invited into the house he considered not exactly a complete stranger, but not an acquaintance either. they had seen each other around the ministry building, fleamont smiling, as jovial as his son, while regulus' brows were almost always furrowed.

he had expected it, though, because he knew that that was exactly the kind of thing james would have done, too. he could almost imagine it; james, another boy, the better brother for sirius, regulus' brother, not james', welcoming him inside the warmth of his home, and sirius letting the dark and the cold of their house be a matter of the past.

he had expected it, because fleamont and james, much like euphemia, regulus presumed, were as warm as the sun. he had expected their home to be a reflection of their warmth, too. their house littered with pictures of james and their family (the only pictures of the black family hanging in their home were painting; dark, solemn, their eyes following regulus in every corner of his home), warm-toned furniture, and a strawberry pattern-covered armchair.

he, however, had not expected fleamont potter to offer him some tea.

"what flavour would you like?" fleamont asked, disrupting the course of thoughts flowing through regulus' head. "i fancy herbal tea most of all, but i am sure we should have forest fruit too. james loves that one."

regulus bit his lip. "herbal should be fine, thank you." he ignored the fact that is favourite was earl grey. he didn't want to be too much trouble, and, besides, maybe the potters didn't even like it, or have it, or—

"sirius mentioned you like earl grey," fleamont hummed, putting the kettle on the stove. "we also have that, if you want some."

right. sirius.

"that'd be lovely, thank you." he nodded politely. he watched fleamont moving around the kitchen, and he was surprise by how genuine he seemed in all of his actions.

regulus looked around the dining room again, now paying attention to the pictures on the walls. sirius was in some, too. the one on which his eyes lingered was the one with sirius and james, looking like they had taken a trip to florean fortescue's ice cream shop. their noses were stuffed in the cold desert, and the polaroid camera had caught their wide grins, alive happiness.

regulus wished he could feel like that too, someday.

"how have you been?" fleamont asked, setting the cups on the table and sitting down on a chair, indicating regulus to follow suit.

"oh, you know..." fleamont, in fact, did not know, and he would never. he shrugged, not know what to add.

"you know that you can come to stay here too, if you want to," the man said, quietly sipping on his tea. (he was not a slurper, thank merlin!) "i do not think sirius would mind it much, and the arrangements are not difficult to make, to say the least. we have a free guest room, if you'd like to stay. "

"no, thank you." regulus' tone came out harsher than he would have liked it to. "sorry. it's fine. i'm good, you do not have to worry for me."

fleamont nodded, his posture softening. "i'd certainly say it's nothing to worry about, showing up at our door in the middle of the night. not that i mind, of course," he added, looking at the boy's horrified expression, "but we don't have visitors much at this hour. it's usually marlene, but she's like a daughter to us."

"you're right. i'm sorry." (the older man waved him off, as if his showing up at his house was perfectly normal and not out-of-the-ordinary.) "it was definitely a rash decision on my part. i just wanted to check up on sirius, nothing more. i wanted to know he's alright, despite... our differences, so to say."

fleamont nodded again, empathetically. "of course. it's only natural to want to check up on your siblings. you know, i have a younger brother; he stayed home, while i came to britain, but we do keep in touch. i still care about him, despite our different ways of being and of behaving. what i'm trying to say..." he said, rubbing the bridge of his nose, as if forming words at that hour was difficult, "is that your worries and concerns are all normal. i presume he is asleep by now, but i could call him downstairs if you would want me to."

regulus shook his head, and he noticed how all of his tea had been drained out already. was he a nervous drinker? he'd rather not think about it. "no, it's fine, do not worry." he smiled politely. "and... thank you for this conversation. and for the tea."

fleamont smiled back. "of course. your night is safe with me." he said, putting his hands to his heart; a silent promise. "good night, regulus. i hope you sleep well. and remember, home will always have its door open for those who seek to find it."

[not-rab]

this with jily BUT james ends up falling in love with the therapist (*cough* regulus)

[diamondri]

ok but Klaus and Five are Sirius and Regulus variants

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

being a marauders fan is a red flag.

it’s also an orange flag.

and a yellow flag. and a green, a blue and a purple one.

you’re gay.

happy pride month.

i love you.

[myfavcharacterdidntdrown]

Regulus on the phone with James: Turn around.

Regulus: No, the other way.

Regulus: Again, the other way.

Regulus: Okay, one more time.

James: OH MY GOD, WHERE ARE YOU?!

Regulus: I’m not there yet, but the thought of you aimlessly turning around in circles amuses me.

[maiiefizz]

Sirius: Prongs, don't look at my brother like that!

James: I don't just want to look at him.

Sirius: James Potter, don't put a finger on my brother.

James: What about in?

Sirius: In?

James: Can I put a finger in your...

Sirius: JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER

[rhetorical-conscience]

James: We need to talk about your mental health.

Regulus, trying to change the subject: Actually, what I need is to be dicked down right now.

James:

Regulus:

James, removing his tie: You know, one of these days that isn't going to work-

[guhmshuda]

Walburga: You’re not good enough for my son

Remus: you’re not good enough for your son.

Walburga: …

Remus:

Walburga: …

Remus: I did not stutter.

*meanwhile*

Walburga: you are not good enough for my son.

James: *pulls out his guitar*

James: *breaks into RUDE by MAGIC!*

[nothingtoseeherebyeexx]

stargazing

R: -and i’m right there, “the heart of the lion”,

J: i love you

R: while sirius is over there, the brightest star in the canis major constellation

J: i love you

R: …you’re not listening, are you?

J: i love you

god i hate it when i’m stargazing with my lover and i’m infodumping abt the stars but they’re too busy staring longingly at me instead of listening (pls god when will it be my turn)

this is for you, @wrenvyx i hope you like it :)

[corwnvus]

Some sportsmanship tension

[yourgalgremlin]

Fleamont Potter who makes a plan the day he takes in Sirius Black as his own son in 1975.

Fleamont Potter who waits until James makes Regulus his son-in-law to make a heartwarming “father-of-both-grooms” speech at their wedding reception.

Fleamont Potter who leaves said wedding reception to go find Orion Black in his swanky members-only billiards hall—saying:

“Hello, my name is Fleamont Potter. You abused my kids, Sirius & Regulus. They’re fine now, but the same can’t be said for you.”

& then breaks Orion’s kneecap in with his own pool cue.

[The vision]

[caspervi]

I once believed love would be black and white, but it’s golden

[adharastarlight]

Reg, reading at 1am, with James' head in his lap, idly playing with his hair with one hand.

Reg looking down at him and smiling so softly at how peaceful he looks.

Reg thinking James is asleep.

Reg whispering for the first time "I love you."

Reg's heart fluttering when there's a sleepy mumble of "I love you too" below him.

[not-rab]

Regulus: Don’t fucking tell me what to do

James: I-

Regulus: But also could you write down what you want me to do in chronological order with more detail than you think is necessary?

James:

Regulus: Please

[isabel-lillah]

10 things only James Potter knew about Regulus Black

1) In July 1976, he came to the Potters through their floo together with unconscious Sirius. He left again before Effie and Monty came.

2) After his brother got away from home, he continued to secretly check on him.

3) He threatened Snape into not spreading the information about Remus being a werewolf.

4) He hexed another Slytherin for insulting Pandora.

5) He got punished for it by his mother. That was the second time he came through the Potters's floo.

6) He spent most of his nights at Hogwarts in the astronomy tower.

7) Regulus had violent nightmares that left him shaking. Sometimes, the shakes didn't stop for hours.

8) His touch was like the ocean - engulfing, gentle, but also powerful.

9) Before he left for the cave, he obliviated James in his sleep.

10) The obliviate didn't work.

[fuck-i-love-october]

Jegulus but it's just James crying when he gets degraded during sex. And not a good cry, a sobbing ugly mess cry. Regulus who's hand has barely made it under James' shirt stops full-send, immediately checking his boyfriend. James obviously isn't okay and they sit and talk about it for a little while before it divulges into shared embraces and movies.

This is very important to me.

Someone write this.