#the black brothers deserved better.

[adharastarlight]

Someone: you need to stop saying your parents gave you nothing

Sirius: youre right, thats rude

Regulus: we can't discount the trauma

*Sirius and Regulus high five*

[person4924]

i hate it when people are talking about ftm regulus and him coming out and sirius like misgendering him and stuff like i think sirius would be the first person he told and he would like help cut his hair and call him handsome daily and he so supportive and loving

[nixnight1]

Everyone always says James "I would die for you" Potter and Regulus "I would kill for you" Black

But I think James "I would kill for you" Potter and Regulus "I would die for you" Black has so much force

Like James is not a violent person but would become violent for the ones he love in an instant, and Regulus is a martyr, a tragedy, but at the same time he would only sacrifice himself for the ones he truly loved in every circumstances

(Please stop reblogging this post saying you don't understand jegulus in fanfiction, I don't fucking care, go to to discuss it somewhere else, make your own post. It's not my problem if you don't fucking have imagination. And if you want more jily because you're sad that there is a lot of jegulus today, fucking write it!!!)

[regglilbean]

i just know that reg and sirius steal each other clothes to the point they don't know whose was it originally 😫😫 wish i could

[siri-ustar]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

｡･ﾟﾟ･　　 ･ﾟﾟ･｡

go support me on ig too if you want: siri.ustar🫶🏻

[nixnight4]

I LOVE Black brothers using sign language to communicate with each other, but imagine Black Brothers blinking in Morse code to communicate without being notice by anyone

[emeriart]

Will we always be brothers?

[villain-crown]

Regulus, after watching Sirius and James beat the shit out of Snape for insulting him: can you two just control some of your urges?

James:

Sirius:

James: the urge to punch people who are mean to you is most of our urges.

[ellecdc]

Mother, im sitting here at 4am, eating mini easter eggs and ive had tge most brilliant idea!! (Inspired by @inkdrinkerworld 's fic)

Okay so, poly!moonwater and readers been having trouble sleeping due to tensions/problems with her pureblood family. As a result shes been taking more naps, but they arent restful. So reader were napping in Rems bed (the dungeons were too cold) but after a fitful 30 minutes she gets up groggy, sleep deprived and beyond frustrated. She stumbles her way down to the common room, pin point Sirius lounging across the couch and promptly throws herself down to cuddle with him and continue her nap. Everyone (minus Siri) is shook. Jamie even asks if she got the wrong person because Reggie was sitting over there (in which he got a one eyed death glare before she burrowed into Siris chest and passed out).

Now, what everybody else didnt know was that Siri had more or less adopted reader as his own (she remined him so much of Reggie, being her big brother was 2nd nature). And while Barty was her person, he was a little too crazy to be comforting in this situation ("y/n, i'll get rid of them for you. Its not hard to do so" "Barty, no."). And of course Siri nows how bad their kind of familys are so he'd been taking care of reader on the down low as an older brother would.

Bonus if Reggie then decides that looks warm and fuzzy and wants Siri cuddles too so he joins ( it took him so long to get to a point where he could let himself be vunerable enough to openly allow Siri to take care of him 😭)

aweeee poor reader. this ended up being way more serious than I thought it would be? like it's not funny at all, there's no humour (which feels odd to me, usually I can throw some jokes or banter in there) but plenty of hurt comfort???.......idk, I can't tell if this is any good, it feels very different from my usual pieces

poly!moonwater x fem!reader whose family sucks (but it's very Sirius-centric)

CW: mentions of insomnia, mentions of abusive families, making fun of only children (sorry), hurt/comfort

You were miserable to say the least; you couldn’t remember when the last time you had a restful sleep was, and nothing you did seemed to help.

The closer it got to the Winter Holidays, the more your mind seemed to spiral. Every time you began to relax, your heart pounded as if you’d accidentally leaned too far back in your chair, reminding you of your upcoming visit home. Every time you closed your eyes, you were bombarded with images of angry faces and violent curses being shot at you.

The Slytherin dungeons were too cold, and every time you found your way into Regulus’ dorm, Barty insisted on butting in, and though you appreciated his support, you couldn’t handle his threats promises to burn down your home with your parents in it. 

Remus and Regulus both suggested you perhaps talk to Madame Pomfrey about getting some dreamless sleep or sleeping draught, but you were too embarrassed to admit to your two overprotective boyfriends that you’ve used them so frequently during your life for this very reason that they had lost all efficacy. 

It had gotten to the point that you managed to get the most sleep in the library bent over the table with your face on your book whilst Remus and Regulus did their work (and sometimes yours), and that honestly left you feeling more painfully tired than you had been before your nap.

So, you were nearly falling asleep at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall over your chicken and roast potatoes when Remus gently nudged you and suggested you go lie down for a bit and you wanted to weep into your potatoes which was only slightly less embarrassing than sleeping in them, causing him and Regulus to bring you up to Gryffindor tower.

You’d kicked them both out of the Marauders’ dorm room after some time – Remus for snoring and Regulus because the sound of him turning the pages of his book was distracting you. He promised to stop reading, but then he breathed too loudly and you started crying.

You were overtired, emotional, and running on fumes.

You’d counted puffskeins, you’d had a warm glass of milk, you’d taken off articles of clothing and reconfigured your outfit numerous times (which was currently Remus’ jumper and no pants), and you’d tried every position imaginable to no avail. 

You think you might have perhaps gotten five minutes of sleep before you woke up with a start, a barely repressed scream grating through your teeth.

Feeling disturbingly weepy and no less groggy from your horrid sleep, you pulled on a pair of your sweatpants and grabbed the throw blanket from the end Remus’ bed before trudging down the stairs to the common room.

“You should have seen the look on Filch’s face- oh! Hi Y/N!” James called as you made your way over to the three-seater and stood over the black-haired boy currently occupying it.

“Oh, Trouble.” He cooed sympathetically at you before kicking his feet out, laying back, and opening his arms for you to join him. You quickly climbed on top of him, and he tucked you in between the back of the sofa and his side, bending your knee so that your thigh rested on top of his, and pulled the blanket over the two of you.

You let out a shaky sigh and felt the first few tears fall from your eyes and onto Sirius’ chest.

“Uhm...” James said loudly, looking over to both Regulus and Remus cuddled in a large plush chair from his place on the loveseat with Lily like ‘are you seeing this right now?’. “I think you’ve got the wrong wizard there, L/N.” He said with a nervous laugh.

“No, she’s quite alright.” Sirius gritted back at him, looking far more severe than James thought the situation called for as he rubbed his hand consolingly up and down your arm. 

James looked to your boyfriends, his face clearly asking all the questions that his mouth wasn’t.

“He helps, sometimes.” Regulus admitted, not looking particularly happy that you chose his brother over him, but not nearly as murderous as James figured he might look if he’d found Lily snuggled up like that with some other bloke. And it appeared as though the look of heartbreak on Remus’ face was caused more by your current sorry state and less about your current cuddle partner.

“But...your brother?” James asked, still befuddled over this development. “Doesn’t she usually go to Junior for things like this?”

Sirius scoffed. “Junior’s solution to almost anything is fire or murder.”

“Or both.” You whimpered quietly, causing Sirius to tighten his arm around you and bring his other hand up to continue stroking your arm.

“Besides, Barty’s an only child.” Regulus said flippantly.

“What’s that got to do with it?” James asked, slightly offended at the insinuation that anything may be wrong with him on account of his only child-ness. 

Regulus’ irritable demeanor over Sirius usurping you was quickly replaced by a cocky smirk at getting under James’ skin.

“Let me ask you this, Potter: last summer when Lily returned your letters unopened and called you an arrogant toerag after saying she’d rather date the giant squid, whose arms did you cry into?”

“He didn’t cry.” Lily laughed at the same time as James answered “Sirius’” without any hesitation.

“What?” Lily asked, looking slightly horrified that she may have actually hurt James’ feelings.

“Oh, all the time, every time, actually.” James said readily. 

“He got snot on so many of my favourite band-tee’s, Red. As a matter of fact, I expect retribution.” Sirius commented.

“And why do you think you cried into Sirius’ arms?” Regulus continued.

“Well...because he’s my best mate.” James said simply.

“You may think that’s the reason, but you’re wrong. It’s because Sirius is an older brother.”

James scoffed at that. “Please, that has nothing to do with it!”

“Have you ever cried in Remus’ arms?”

“No, but-”

“Pettigrew’s?”

James grimaced but answered honestly. “No.”

“No. Because they’re not older brothers.” Regulus said definitively.

“That actually makes sense...” Lily mused aloud. 

“You say that like you’re surprised, Evans. I know you’re not used to good idea’s coming out of men’s mouths, but I do assure you it happens more frequently than you might imagine.” Regulus taunted, earning him a pillow being hurled at his head. 

Much to James’ chagrin, his seeker reflexes caught the pillow before it made impact with his face. 

“Tosser.” James grumbled. 

“Would you guys shut up.” Sirius whispered, causing everyone to look over at you. 

Regulus couldn’t even find it in him to be miffed when he saw you sleeping what looked to be quite peacefully in Sirius’ arms. Your eyes were slightly swollen from your tears, and he could see the tracks they had left on your cheeks and over the bridge of your nose, but you looked so content. 

“So... all big brothers know how to do that?” James asked incredulously.

“I doubt it.” Sirius commented quietly.

“Only ones who know what it’s like to live in a Pureblood hellscape and needed to share his bed with his younger brother who was too scared to sleep on his own for years.” Regulus added quietly, staring unseeingly towards you and Sirius. Remus pulled Regulus tighter into his side and began rubbing his arm consolingly.

Suddenly, things started to make a little more sense to James. 

“I’ll write to mum.” James stated, causing both brothers, Lily, and Remus to look at him bemusedly.

“About what?” Remus asked finally.

“Y/N staying with us.” James said simply.

Regulus opened his mouth ready to argue; to argue that James didn’t have to and that he already took in both Sirius and Regulus. James didn’t owe Regulus anything. 

But Sirius spoke first.

“She should be with her big brother, Reggie.” Sirius said, shooting him an encouraging smile and wink.

And seeing how your breathing had fallen even with your mouth slightly ajar as you clutched to the fabric of Sirius’ jumper like it was a lifeline, who was Regulus to argue?

[my-castles-crumbling]

choice - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 205

"Make a choice, James," Regulus demanded, his eyes narrowed and cold.

Sirius stood a foot away from him, arms crossed, staring at James as well.

"I...are you serious?" James stuttered, looking between them. His heart was beating furiously, his palms sweaty, his head spinning. How could he choose?

"Yes," Sirius answered, no trace of humor in his voice. "Him or me. You can't choose both."

It was like his worst nightmare. The two people he cared about most in the world, both looking at him with expectant, demanding glares, the tension in the room so thick he could cut it with a spoon.

"I...fuck, guys this isn't..." James mumbled, wringing his hands.

"It should be an easy choice, James!" Regulus exclaimed, throwing his hands up and looking affronted. "I share a bed with you! How could you-?"

"Oh, no!" Sirius interrupted angrily. "I'm his best mate! If anyone, it should be me!"

But James couldn't do it. "Remus!" he called desperately to the man in the other room.

"Hmm?" Remus's voice asked through the open door.

"Do you want to go to the Weird Sisters concert with me? I won tickets and-"

But James couldn't finish explaining over Regulus and Sirius's furious yells.

[a-great-big-tragedy]

This is just a random star fact, that isn’t at all about the Regulus Black… but I will make it about Regulus Black.

[adharastarlight]

James: aw, he's cute

Reg: *applogises when he does anything, trips in front of James and almost falls down the stairs* sorry-

James: oh... he's traumatised and cute

[person4924]

just realized that sirius had to go back to grimmauld place after escaping and had to relive all the memories and live there and see himself burnt off the family tree

[nixnight1]

That one Big Bang Theory scene but:

James never loses his composure but sometimes like this when he's tired and lost and doesn't know what to feel, he brakes a little.

James: You LOST my mother's ashes??

The girl that works at the airport:...No...I-I'm just saying that sometimes bags are misrouted.

James: Alright FINE, where did you misrout the only woman who EVER LOVED ME.

--- an hour later ---

The girl: Mr and Mr Potter? As far as I can tell your bag arrived in LA

Regulus: So where is it?

The Girl: Well I don't know, perhaps somebody took it off the carousel by mistake?

James: So some stranger has my mother? It's thar what you're talking about? My poor mother can be anywhere in Los Angeles rightnow?

The Girl close to tears: I- I wish I was telling you that. Uhm but the passenger could have gotten on in an international flight

James: Okay, grate. So...your ENTIRE job is to find lost luggage, and you've narrowed down the location of my mother to the PLANET EARTH

--- James starts to walk away ---

Regulus to the girk: Listen to me very well, you better find my husband's mother's ashes, because one way OR ANOTHER we are walking out with a dead woman. Do you understand?

The Girl:...

Regulus: Do you?!

The Girl: Yes, sir

[stareggie]

reg, ur sirius is showing…

[siri-ustar]

⋆˙⟡A puppy who hold another puppy, literally. ( btw james is 100% taking a pic of this, probably making a part 2 for drawing it tho)