#the house of black

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Regulus: Harry, you are old enough now, I think it is time we have the talk

Harry: papa, no! I already know where kids come from and dad tried before- we really do not have do this

Regulus:

Regulus: Oh, no I do not mean that kind of talk. I mean the "a lot people in my side of the family are actually war criminals" talk.

Regulus: So, it all started with your great- great-grandfather who is also the cousin of-

[yuri-on-crack]

narcissa black folds napkins perfectly, out of habit. she twirls her quill when she’s puzzling over something. she writes letters she never sends. always straightens portraits and picture frames whenever she walks by one that’s slightly crooked. she has flawless calligraphy, but will redo an entire letter if one stroke goes awry. she has perfect posture. she keeps a book of pressed flowers—her favourite page is one with a single daffodil that alice slipped into her hand on one of their walks. she has a favourite ribbon—navy blue and slightly frayed at the edges. she hums when she thinks no one’s listening. she loves the smell of the earth after it rains. the feeling of silk against her skin. classical piano. the soft clink of glassware and cutlery at formal dinners. silver jewellery—never gaudy. astronomy, finds comfort in the idea of stars : ancient and inevitable. the rare, strange, lilting lullabies her mother would hum without meaning to while brushing narcissa’s hair when she was small. she loves, more than anything, the sound of alice’s laugh: warm, a little too loud, sweet, genuine. narcissa likes softness. beautiful, fragile things that break and bruise a little too easily if clutched too tight. she craves it. and that terrifies her.

[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.

[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

[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.

[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.

[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.

[kristhething-blog]

Regulus casts his patronus using a memory of Walburga the day after Sirius ran away. The moment she looked at him as if she really saw him. She looked at her heir, her only son, and Regulus has never felt happier.

[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.

[yuri-on-crack]

bellatrix black absentmindedly picks at her fingernails when she’s bored, till she draws blood. she likes the thrill of arguments. she laughs when she’s furious—a sharp, mocking and incredulous noise. she loves to duel and she’d sneak around to watch her father’s old ones in the family pensieve. she had a crow when she was 13—it didn’t last long after her father hexed it as punishment for "acting out" after an argument. she has a collection of knives—not dainty or elegant but short, practical, enchanted blades. a dagger she stole when she was 15. another from a french duelist, family heirloom. she always sharpens them with care. mutters hexes under her breath, without thinking. she practices wandless magic in secret. she loved bickering with andy. she loves thunderstorms, the rumble before a lightning strike. the halls of the manor after dark. the feel of cool, aged marble, deep dark velvet. the tangles in her hair, which she rarely fixes. the burn of firewhiskey. a clipping of the daily prophet with a line about her underlined, and the smudge of initials—R. S—and a note in the margins, lipstick stains on letters (that she later burns) from a girl she never thinks about too hard anymore. she tells herself it meant nothing to be taken apart under a gaze like that, to be seen for all her sharpness and be held as art instead of ruin. she lies.

[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?

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

sirius and walburga.