#young regulus black

[evan-ate-that-up]

James running up to regulus and falling onto the floor hitting his head on the stones: hey

Regulus: ..what are you doing

James: I fell for you~ (winks)

[pearlynia]

Imagine young Sirius getting chased by a bunch of ducks at the park and young Regulus laughing his ass of instead of helping

[starratzz]

Young Regulus: Who the fuck... Narcissa: Watch your language!? Young Regulus: WHOM THE FUCK. Narcissa: NO--

[murderoushagthesequel]

Gifts

from @jegulus-microfic's prompt, camera (295 words)

ok i struggled with the title on this one, there were a few options... i think this one is nice for now. but enjoy!

“Happy birthday!” James says quietly, handing a small package to Regulus. “You’re thirteen now!” The school year is almost over, and James won’t see him again until September. Sirius will probably find a way to sneak over to his house, but James knows Regulus won’t leave Grimmauld until autumn. So he tried his best to get him something special. James can’t explain why, but seeing a smile on Regulus’ face brings him more joy than anything. 

Regulus, as he always does, carefully examines the package with great focus on his face. James loves it. He carefully pulls back the string and uses two fingers to peel back the paper. When he sees what’s inside he gasps and puts a hand over his mouth.

“James-”

“Oh I almost forgot,” James cuts him off. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small black case. He picks up the gift and places it inside the case, and it transfigures itself into what appears to be an ornate jewellery box. James transforms it back and returns the gift to Regulus. 

“They’ll never know,” James reassures. Regulus looks up at him with a rather frozen, awestruck stare before breaking into a smile. Oh, how James missed his smile.

“You got me a muggle camera,” he whispers. James nods, feeling a smile spread across his own face. Regulus very carefully wraps the camera back in its paper and sets it to the side before flinging his arms around James’ neck and squeezing. James has never been hugged by Regulus before but he never wants it to stop. “Thank you,” Regulus whispers.

“It was my pleasure,” James responds. And he is graced with possibly the greatest gift in the world in return, even though it isn’t his birthday. Regulus giggles.

[depressed-sugar-baby]

*The squad is over at Narcissa's house*

Lucius: Ohhhh, we each get our own oven?

Narcissa: ... N-No...

Narcissa, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have???

Lucius, motioning to her kitchen: Three, I thought!

Bellatrix: I see a-

Narcissa, motioning to one device: This is a microwave.

Lucius: Oh, well I-

Narcissa: Hey wait wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave*

Narcissa, amazed: Its got a bake setting!

Regulus: Ohoho, you learn something new every day!

Severus: Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first?

Narcissa: Now I've just discovered I have more ovens than I thought, we don't have to roshambo nothin!

Narcissa: I am a woman who owns four ovens...

Narcissa, louder and way too happy: I am a woman... who owns FOUR OVENS...

Narcissa: I didn't know I was so rich with ovens...

Lily, pointing to another appliance: Also the toaster oven!

Narcissa:

Lucius: Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens!

Narcissa:

Narcissa, fucking ECSTATIC: I AM A WOMAN WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS

[frankiesweird]

ok so, i’ve seen tons of fics and headcanons talking about how sirius wears quite a lot of jewellery but the question that’s been going through my mind is the type of metal he would wear.

[astronova-00]

I am going to do that incorrect quote generator thing, so this is going to be a long post.

Severus: Bye Regulus! Bye Lucius! Bye Narcissa! Bye Rosier! Bye Regulus! Lucius: You said ‘bye Regulus’ twice. Severus: I like Regulus.

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Muggle Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle. Narcissa: Shit. Regulus: Wait, three? Muggle Cop: Yeah? Lucius: OH MY GOD SEVERUS FELL OFF!!!

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Severus: *Screams* Regulus: *Screams louder to assert dominance* Lucius: Should we do something?! Narcissa, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.

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Lucius: How did none of you hear what I just said? Regulus: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours. Narcissa: I got distracted about halfway through. Severus: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

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Severus, setting down a card: Ace of spades. Regulus, pulling out an Uno card: +4. Evan, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you. Rabastan, trembling: What are we playing?

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Severus: Why is Regulus so sad? Evan: He took one of those “Which Character Are You?” quizzes.. Severus: And...? Evan: He got Rabastan.

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Severus: I think we're missing something. Regulus: Teamwork? Evan: Cohesion? Rabastan: A general sense of what we’re doing?

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Severus: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container. Bellatrix: The cow??? Severus: What? Narcissa: Bella, W H Y?

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Severus: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds. Lily: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!? Severus: No! Four to five seconds! Lily: Too late!!!

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Severus, walking into his house: Hello, people who do not live here. Lucius: Hey. Narcissa: Hi. Regulus: Hello. Barty: Hey! Severus: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only! Evan: We were out of Doritos.

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Severus: Just be yourself. Lucius: 'Be myself'? Severus, I have one day to win Narcissa over. How long did it take before you guys started liking me? Regulus: Couple weeks. Barty: Six months. Evan: Jury’s still out. Lucius: See, Severus? Lucius: 'Be myself'. What kind of garbage advice is that?

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Lucius: Ohhhh, we each get our own oven? Severus: … N-No… Severus, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have??? Lucius, motioning to their kitchen: Three, I thought! Narcissa: I see a- Severus, motioning to one device: This is a microwave. Lucius: Oh, well I- Severus: Hey wait wait, actually- hang on- fiddles with the buttons on the microwave Severus, amazed: Its got a bake setting! Regulus: Ohoho, you learn something new every day! Barty: Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first? Severus: Now I've just discovered I have more ovens than I thought, we don't have to roshambo nothin! Severus: I am someone who owns four ovens… Severus, louder and way too happy: I am someone… who owns FOUR OVENS… Severus: I didn't know I was so rich with ovens… Evan, pointing to another appliance: Also the toaster oven! Severus: Lucius: Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens! Severus: Severus, fucking ECSTATIC: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS

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And there we go.

[thisisthehouseofblack]

Regulus: You like men…..?

Sirius: That is what gay means

Regulus: FUCKING CALLED IT. Cissa owes me 20 galleons.

Sirius: You had BETS on this?

Regulus: (offhandedly) Well we all knew you were eccentric

[saintsofthestarfield]

does anyone have the link to the fic where sirius and regulus move to a small magical village remus and hope live in and remus is a preschool teacher and regulus is super young and sirius ran away w regulus and they have insane amounts of PTSD…

the author might’ve taken it down but ive lost the link and im so sad ab it now

[astroaries98]

Childhood days...

Pandora was running bare feet through the garden the bottom of her skirt collecting mildew and grass stains. Her hair trailing behind her looking like a bolt of silk. A determined look on her young face. 

She reached out her arms in front of her, ready to touch the tree…the finish line, when a flash of black hair overtook her at the last second, she didn’t have time to stop in her sprint meaning her hands pushed right on top of the ones already on the tree. 

“Ouch, Dora” Regulus laughed pulling his hands away and rubbing them. “Told you I’d win, I’ll take my prize now” he held his hand back out towards her, his eyes glistening with joy and a devilish grin cut across his face. 

Pandora sighed and slightly pouted, putting her hand into her pocket and handing over a chocolate frog reluctantly. “I just let you win” she teased. 

“Ha, sure you did” Regulus replied opening the box just as Evan ran up to them panting. 

“How are you both so fast?” he asked, bent over trying to regain his breath. “Next time we are doing a competition in something I choose” 

“No way!” Pandora exclaimed, “You’ll have us wrestling or something” 

Evan stood up straight and stuck out his tongue to his sister, “Well it’s not fair that we always do what you want”

Pandora stepped forward her eyes turning to daggers. 

Regulus rolled his eyes, closed the chocolate frog box and put it back in his own pocket. “Let’s do something we all want to do okay?” He said taking turns to look at each twin. 

“Fine” they both snapped folding their arms in sync and turning away from one another. 

But before they could decide their next activity a voice called them from the house. 

“Children” Annabella Roiser called, “come on in, it’s time for Regulus to go home.”

Pandora saw the shift in Regulus’s eyes. Both twins stopped their pouting and looked at him sorrowfully. 

“Maybe you can stay for dinner?” Evan asked.

Regulus shook his head. 

“Children, now please, let us not keep Walburga waiting” Mrs Rosier called again, with slight desperation in her tone. 

The three 10-year-olds looked at each other and a small smile grew across their lips. It seemed that not even adults escaped the fear that Mrs Black's harsh stare produced. They started their walk back to the house as slowly as they could. 

“Isn’t Sirius coming home tomorrow?” Pandora asked, linking her arms with Regulus and Evan. 

Regulus nodded. 

“Well that’s good then, I bet he’ll have so many stories about Hogwarts, you’ll have to let us know everything so we are prepared for September” 

Regulus looked at Pandora and smiled sadly, “I will” He reassured her kindly. 

Pandora could tell there was something Regulus wasn’t saying but there wasn't time now to push. 

When they got back to the house they were met with Mrs Black's famous glare. Regulus's arm tightened slightly around Pandora’s. 

“Here they are” Mrs Rosier said, walking over to them eyes wide. “They have been good as gold all day, Regulus is the perfect house guest as always.”

“I’m sure he was, he’s been raised well” Walburga replied, her lips pursed, eyes looking down at their muddy shoes and Pandora’s bare feet and wet dress. 

Annabella saw her line of gaze and quickly turned to her house elf, “Clean the children’s clothes please Hattie” she trilled hastily. 

With a snap of her fingers, Hattie had removed any trace of mud or water from their clothes. 

Pandora’s feet were still bare and she was slightly relieved her father wasn’t home to tell her how unladylike that was. 

“Thankyou Annabella” Mrs Black said coldly, “Let’s go Regulus” She turned towards the door and Regulus unlinked his arm from Pandora’s and mumbled a quick goodbye and thank you to the Roisers before following his mother out, his face blank and posture rigid. 

Once they had left Mrs Rosier seemed to relax and looked back at her children. “That woman is terrifying” She exhaled, twisting her hands.

Pandora and Evan nodded in agreement.

[princesspuffle8]

My Family Always Said that I'm the Bad Child pt. 2

Trigger warnings: verbal abuse

All my life been putting on a fake smile

Sitting on my own, feel like I'm exiled

Paris, France 1970

It was a sunny summer day in Paris, in a more isolated hillside district away from the hustle and bustle at the heart of the city. The birds were chirping, the thestrals grazing, and the annual Black family summer trip was kicking off in earnest as two distinctive cries were being heard throughout the estate. One of overwhelming excitement and the other of sheer horror. 

The first cry, well it was more of a shout, was coming from a young prepubescent boy who was dancing merrily about, waving an off white letter in his hand in front of the face of his younger brother who’s face was contorting into a look of annoyance, happiness, and a smidge of hurt.

“It finally came Reg! I thought those old croons would never send it,” Sirius jested as he thrusting the letting into his brothers face one last time before the younger of the two playfully slapped his hand away, letting him know that he didn't appreciate the gesture. 

“You know they were going to send it eventually. You’re a Black. Its obvious that they would, mom and dad would have thrown a fit if they didn’t,” Regulus duly noted trying to sound uninterested even though the smile on his face was betraying the tone on his voice terribly. 

“Yeah but they took soooooo long. I thought I was gonna become an old man and die before they sent it,” Sirius tutted, stressing how long it took with his hand pressed on his heart and a look of sheer exasperation that caused Regulus to burst into a small but persistent chuckle, a talent that the older of the two took great pride in as his baby brother rarely if ever laughed. 

“N’en fais pas un drame,” Regulus scoffed in French as he slinked up to his older brother’s side, and with quick catlike reflexes that he was known for snatched away Sirius’s letter who was none the wiser. 

“Hey! Give it back Reg!” 

“I’m a little shocked at how thick it is. Are you gonna open it,” Regulus asked as he examined the letter. It was an off white color and was sealed with a red wax stamp that had Hogwarts emblem embellished into it. It wasn't super hefty but it clearly held more than one piece of paper in it. That much was certain to Regulus as he held it up to the sunlight hoping to be able to see through the envelope and at least get a peak of some of the contents.  

“I wanna show mom and dad first,” Sirius said a little sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head, messing up his already uneven ear length black hair that he insisted on growing out before school started. He had been bugging them about his letter all summer, much to the dismay of his parents who had threatened to send him up North to Drumstag if he kept nagging them about it. So he felt kinda bad for pestering them about it, especially since they were busy trying to find suitable husbands for their cousins who were all about to be Hogwarts graduates. 

“Well let’s show them…”

“You what?!”

“…Now,” Regulus flinched as they both turned towards the manor from where they were at in the courtyard, visibly noting that the house briefly shook which could only mean one thing, some type of drama had occurred within the Black family and it had greatly upset Walburga, their mother. 

“Maybe we show them later,” Sirius cautioned not wanting his brother to be exposed to the wrath of his mother. He had grown up knowing all his life what that shaking meant and that it was never a good sign.

“What’s this? The great Sirius Black shying away at telling our beloved mother and father about how you are going to be the best wizard in all of Hogwarts? Merlin must have come back from the dead because…”

“Alright alright I get it! Let’s go. We’re going to have to deal with her mood swings eventually,” Sirius retorted, snatching his letter out of Regulus’s hands as he started running back towards the inside of the manor a cry of “race ya” sounding from his lips as he left his younger brother in his wake.

“Sirius you cheater! No fair!”

Meanwhile in the manor, an important decision was being made for three of the most eligible ladies in wizarding society, the Black sisters, which consisted of Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa. They had just finished their official debut into the upper crust of wizarding society and their parents along with the head of the Black clan, Walburga and Orion, were discussing their prospects for marriage which was as important to the Black family as having magic itself. Marriage meant everything in this family, it was the past, present, and future of the family and the elders in the room held it with very high regard. 

“One of the Lestrange brothers has proposed interest in you three, particularly you Bella,” their mother, Druella, mentioned candidly as she took a sip of her rose tea that Kreacher had just served them. She had been peering over the list of candidates for her daughters to marry for months now and today was finally the day when all would be sorted out and she could sit back and reap the rewards of her hard work as well as looking forward to her future pure-blood grandchildren. 

“Which one mama,” Narcissa asked eagerly, pushing a stray blonde hair out of her face as she looked between her mother and her older sister who seemed a bit stiff and not the least bit happy about this arrangement. Out of the three sisters, she seemed to be the one most eager about marriage and children.

“I believe his name was Rodolphus Lestrange,” Walburga noted as she had heard the news from her sister-in-law prior to the meeting with the girls. Using her wand, she cast a simple imaging spell onto one of the blank pieces of paper before them and a well depicted picture of Rodolphus popped up. Showing him smirking and well attempting to look handsome with his hair slicked back and his hands tucked neatly into the suit pockets he was wearing. 

“Ugh that twat… you could do so much better Bella,” Narcissa scoffed only to earn her a look from her father signifying that she had overstepped.

“Watch that mouth of yours, young lady, before you earn yourself a hex,” Cygnus the third warned causing Narcissa to shrink in her seat and Andromeda to squeeze her thigh in comfort. Their father wasn’t the biggest fan of having all daughters, and although he never laid a hand on them, he made that very clear with his actions and verbiage. 

“Yes Papa.”

“Calm down Cygnus, the girls have the right to vocalize how they feel about their prospective partners and their sisters partners. After all we are going to all be family soon if things work out,” Orion chuckled as he uncorked his decorative silver flask and poured the fire whiskey he had been saving into his tea, ignoring the face contorted in disgust that his wife was sending him over his habit of day drinking. 

“They’re my daughters…”

“And they’re all good Black’s and know their duty to their family well. They will all find respectable partners, right girls.” 

“Of course uncle, in fact you don't even need to worry about me! Luscius Malfoy has already promised himself to me and we have been dating for awhile now! He’s wealthy and of pure blood and he’s utterly perfect Papa,” Narcissa gushed as she pulled out a picture from a pocket hidden in the seams of her dress and showed her mother a loving photo of her and Luscius Malfoy who was holding Narcissa in an embrace. 

“Well that’s one girl I don't have to worry about,” Druella smiled sincerely as she looked at the blonde pureblood couple and gave a nod towards Walburga, who understood her unspoken gesture to cross Narcissa off the marriage eligibility list and to contact the Malfoys for their arrangements. 

“But the matter of Bella is still a concerning issue. You delayed your debut because you wanted to debut with your sisters. Don’t tell me you intend on delaying your marriage too? Rodolphus is a good candidate Bellatrix. He comes from a good family and…”

“There is no need to worry Auntie, I will marry Rodolphus,” Bellatrix responded, her voice void of any emotion of feelings regarding the matter. After all she had thrown away the notions of a loving relationship like her sister a long long time ago, as the man that she loved was both not eligible and unattainable to her by means of marriage. 

“You had us all worried there for a second,” Druella playfully scolded her eldest as she made a mental note to contact the Lestrange family today and give them the good news.

“I do have one condition though,” Bellatrix inserted as she rolled up her left sleeve of her dark purple chiffon dress and showed the family her inner arm which caused various mixed reactions. 

Her uncle, who had the same inner arm tattoo took a long swig of his flask, not even bothering to hide his daytime alcohol addiction by diluting it through tea. He knew good and well from first hand experience what that mark meant and although he was for the cause, that didn't necessarily mean he wanted his nieces to join in on another bloody war. His reaction was opposite of his wife’s who beamed with pride that her niece had taken the first step, in her mind, to promoting pure blood pride and exceptionalism as she too sported the mark on her inner left arm. Her parents however, were not as receptive as they both shared looks of concern and worry about their daughters future as neither of them had taken the mark, although they did financially back the cause with their endless amounts of funds. Narcissa, the baby of the girls,  gasped in shock as she had heard of her sister talking about it but never expected her to actually commit to it and well Andromeda was not pleased. Not pleased at all. 

“You’re a death eater,” Andromeda accused, pointedly glaring at her older sister who scoffed at her accusation and just rolled down her sleeve. 

“So are auntie and uncle. Why are you so surprised? I just want to contribute to making sure people realize that us witches and wizards are the ones who ought to be in power globally and us pure bloods are the ones who should be at the top. The natural order of things. I expect my future husband should want the same thing,” Bellatrix noted, vaguely hinting at the condition she wanted Rodolphus to fulfill should they get married. And while this hint was not lost on the party around her, Andromeda was not done gripping about her sister’s secret joining of the notorious cult of the dark lord. 

“He’s the dark lord Bella! This isn't some game…”

“Do you take me as a fool? I know exactly what he is. He is our Lord or did you forget who you are since you were fooling around with that mudblood thing,” Bellatrix snapped back glaring at her sister before what she said registered fully in her head and her eyes softened at Andromeda, the look of sheer betrayal etched upon her pale features. 

“Mudblood? What mudblood? Meda sweetheart what is Bella talking about,” Druella asked softly, her heart pondering in her chest as she looked between the two girls. Something was amiss. Andromeda had been awfully quiet but she just assumed it was that way because of well pre-marriage arrangement jitters, all the girls got them, so she never expected her girls to be keeping secrets… especially not from her. 

“Bella… you promised…”

“I’m sorry, Meda but its time you dropped this and focused on the future,” Bella tried to comfort her sister by attempting to stroke her cheek like she did when they were younger only to have her hand slapped away.

“He is my future, and he has a name!”

“Who are we talking about dammit,” Cygnus boomed, interrupting the spat between the two girls causing them both to flinch before Andromeda took a deep breath and revealed the engagement ring on her left ring finger that she had been hiding since this meeting started. 

“Edward Tonks, my finance… he… he asked me to marry him and I said yes. I’m going to marry Edward Tonks,” Andromeda said with eyes full of conviction as she looked at the adults before her who's eyes widened in shock, well all of them except for Orion who just took another swig of his flask because clearly this was another big bomb to drop on him… on all of them.

“You what,” Walburga roared as her magic shook the family vacation manor from her outburst, her Aunt who made it well known that she hated muggles and muggleborns alike was not only caught off guard by this entire situation but burning with a newfound disgust for her niece who she saw like her own daughter. How could she defile the Black family name, the Black’s who were known for being always pure, by marrying a filthy mudblood. 

“Were you under the imperious curse? Or perhaps amortencia or a lesser known love spell? Because if you were, there are ways we can undo this injustice and make sure he never sees the light of day again,” Druella rationalized, already planning to send this fool to the depths of Azkaban for messing with her child, at least that was her original intention until she looked into Andromeda’s eyes and the truth of the matter sunk in as did the panic. 

“Oh no. Oh no no no no no. A mud blood! No no no no NO,” Druella began to panic, bearing her face in her hands as tears welled up in her eyes and she started to hyperventilate at the sheer thought of all the things her child was keeping from her. She had always fancied herself a good mom who was super close to her children, but this… this was unexpected. Unpredictable. Wrong. 

“Mum,” Andromeda whispered in sincerity as she tried to reach out to comfort her mother only to be stopped in her tracks by her own father. 

“Don’t you dare touch her!” 

“She’s my mother,” Andromeda shot back at her father who was now cradling his wife in his arms as her hyperventilating broke into full blown pitiful sobs that was painful to look at. 

“Is she now? Because all I see in front of me are two beautiful Black girls and one disgusting blood traitor,” Walburga spat, daring Andromeda to question her authority. 

“What are you saying,” Andromeda asked, swallowing the dry saliva in the back of her throat, hoping that it would help her nerves. It didnt. 

“I’m saying that…”

“I win,” a victorious voice sounded as it burst through the doors of the parlor much to Andromeda’s relief and Walburga’s displeasure as it was her two boys, Sirius and Regulus. 

“How many times must I tell you to knock before entering a room!”

“Sorry mum,” Sirius replied sheepishly before taking a note at the disastrous scene in front of him. Druella was still sobbing while Cygnus was trying to comfort his wife. Narcissa was uncharacteristically quiet and playing with the braid in her blonde hair as Bellatrix refused to meet the eyes of anyone, least alone Andromeda who was sitting next to her. His father had pulled out a second hidden flask, which was uncanny since he usually tried to keep his day drinking a secret around his nieces and the cherry on top of the chaotic cake was his mother Walburga who looked like a bright red cherry tomato as she was still seething. About what, the grey eyed boy didn't know, but he could swear he saw real smoke coming from her ears. 

“Did someone die,” Regulus inquired as he peaked behind Sirius at the scene before him. It was the only explanation that made sense in his young mind at the unnerving atmosphere.

“No one died Reggie… just marriage talks aren't going as expected. That’s all. What did you two cuties run all the way hear for,” Andromeda asked as she spotted Sirius’s letter and thought that it was the perfect out to try to shift the unpleasant atmosphere away from her engagement to Ted Tonks. Quickly catching on Sirius held up his letter in triomph for all to see as if it was a giant quidditch trophy made from the rarest of metals. 

“I got into Hogwarts! My letter finally came!”

The reaction to Sirius’s news however was rather dismal and left the poor boy to clutch his letter tightly to his chest as his cheeks and ears dusted pink at his dramatics regarding showing off his Hogwarts letter. There was very little joy about the heir of Black’s situation and instead his news was met by an annoyed scoff.

“You got into Hogwarts, big deal. You’re a Black, Sirius. It’s expected of you. Stop making a mountain out of a mole hill. We have bigger things to worry about like how we deal with your atrocious cousins actions.” 

“Atrocious actions? Are we talking about that Bella turned all the trees blue because,” Sirius droned on trying to lighten the mood but it did not work. It only made things worse. 

“Siri this isn't a joking time, Meda is engaged to a mud blood,” Narcissa tried to explain sweetly to her younger two cousins as Regulus had measled his way into sitting on the couch between her and Andromeda. 

“Is that true Meda,” the younger of the two Black brothers asked his cousin who merely nodded yes in acknowledgement.

“Oh… well so much for the Black’s being always pure am I right,” Sirius tried to make light of the situation which earned him the look from his father, the we-will-talk-about-this-later look that he knew usually meant more than just talking and always ended with a hex or two.

“It was just a joke…”

“Well this isn't a joke. Andromeda, pack your things and get out and don't you ever set foot near any of the Black property ever again!”

“If that is what will make you happy Auntie, then so be it. Just know that I chose love… I cant say the same for everyone here,” Andromeda breathed out shakily as she stood up and exited the room in a brisk walk, passing by the shell shocked Sirius who stood there awkwardly in the middle of the room. He was the only one to notice that there were tears streaming down her face as she left. 

[evan-ate-that-up]

Ok so I have an Ao3 Fic recommendation

I fucking love it ngl

@badhairred

[lovelyypythoness]

I need someone to write a fic for each of the marauders and regulus at a ball and they dance with the reader (preferably before relationship) and lots of angst))

A ball like and scene like the Once Upon a December scene in Anastasia

[thegarden-ofeden]

regulus arcturus black moodboard

harry potter masterlist <- check out other hp moodboards

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[murderoushagthesequel]

Boys

for @jegulus-microfic's prompt, new (504 words)

i swear i tried to keep this under 500 words but i couldn't quite make it- anyway i'm really proud of this one and i really like it, hope you do too! welcome to the mind of little 12 year old james (in this one he's gay rather than pan how i usually hc him!) CW for internalized homophobia

James isn’t sure what to think right now. He’s never felt this way before, it’s new. Ever since he was eleven (so, okay, only like a year and a half, but still!) he’s known he's in love with Lily Evans. But now he isn’t sure. Maybe that feeling wasn’t love. Maybe he just really wants to be Lily’s friend and everybody told him because she’s a girl that should mean he likes her.

But this feeling right now, this is different, this might be love. But that’s impossible. It doesn’t make any sense that when he looks at this person his stomach does a weird swoopy thing. Or that his throat closes up just slightly. That he isn’t quite sure what to say but he just has this pull to get close to them and never let go. It doesn’t make sense… because this person is a boy.

It’s not possible for a boy to love a boy. At least that’s what James thought. So why does he feel like this? The second Regulus stepped into the Great Hall at the start of James’ second year, all he could think was noticemenoticemenoticeme. When they started actually talking, that feeling only grew stronger and stronger. He doesn’t want Regulus to notice him anymore, he needs it.

These are the spiralling thoughts that lead him to sitting crouched against the wall of the Astronomy Tower after curfew, silently crying into the sleeve of his robes. He freezes in panic when he hears quiet footsteps ascending the stairs, he could get in serious trouble for being up here so late. His heart doesn’t slow its hammering when he sees it isn’t a prefect at all, but Regulus Black himself. Regulus looks just as startled when he sees James, but seems to soften immediately, after a moment, presumably after noticing James is crying.

He glides over to where James is sitting, eternally graceful, and slumps against the wall beside him. James isn’t really sure what to do in this situation, and ends up doing the last thing he wanted.

“Doyouthinkit’swrongifaboylikesanotherboy?” he murmurs all in one breath. Regulus looks surprised and James immediately feels his heart sink. He’s weird, he’s an outcast, this isn’t normal. Of course Regulus would feel the same.

“No,” Regulus whispers. Now it’s James’ turn to be surprised.

“No?” he asks, daring to look into Regulus’ eyes. He looks scared too. Regulus shakes his head.

“You’re not alone,” he says. James feels a huge weight lift off of his shoulders at those words. He didn’t realise how long he’d been needing to hear them. You’re not alone. Other people are like you. James might even dare to guess that Regulus is one of them.

“Oh,” James breathes, wiping a few tears away from his eyes. Regulus smiles weakly.

“We just have to stick together,” he says. Something about Regulus saying those words makes all the worry from James’ body go away. That’s the moment he knows he truly is in love, but that it’s okay.

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“Come on, you stupid snake. Speak to me!”

Regulus’ face flushed with embarrassment and frustration as he watched the snake coil gently around his wrist. He stared intently at it, trying with all his might to make any form of connection, even if it was just one word.

Growing up, Regulus had often been told stories of a very powerful wizard, one who had been blessed with the rare ability to speak to snakes. He had always imagined how impressed his parents would be if he turned out to be a parselmouth himself, how proud they would be to have a son with such gifts. It would seal his status as a true Slytherin.

So there he sat, desperately trying to communicate with his newfound reptile friend. After several more minutes of mumbles, whispers, and desperate incoherent sounds, he finally resolved to just take the snake back out to the forest where he’d found it. He had officially given up. Digging his fingernails into his palm, he fought back tears. Was anything about him special? Was he destined for anything but mediocrity? Being in Slytherin house could only carry him so far, and these days he didn’t even feel like he belonged there anymore. He heard the door open and he hastily wiped his eyes, thankful he was facing the other way. Barty’s voice broke through the silence with an air of disgust.

“Someone’s here to see you, Reg.”

He could tell by Barty’s tone that it was an outsider, and he had a feeling he knew which one, which is why he made no attempt to dry his tears further. He heard the door close, followed by shuffling sounds as his guest removed their shoes. Then, he felt their weight settle on his bed, their arm slinging around his shoulders to pull him into a hug.

“Let it out, Reggie.”

Hearing his brother’s voice increased his tears tenfold, and he was quickly consumed by loud, gut-wrenching sobs.

Sirius watched the snake slowly wind itself around the bedpost as he comforted his brother, hugging him tighter than he ever had before.