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the hc of sirius black being instagram famous as though he wouldn’t have SLAYED tumblr in 2014
Drunk Sirius is Regulus
Drunk Regulus is Sirius
Drunk Remus is James
Drunk James is James squared
Some Black brothers angst
This was supposed to be a quick headcanon, ended up spending an hour writing this)
The black brothers didn't grow up with much in the way of children's toys; instead they spent most of their childhood in classrooms, getting an education to match their status as the most noble pureblood family.
There were some exceptions, as each brother was given a stuffed animal when they were born. Sirius, a dog of course, to match his name, and Regulus, a lamb.
Regulus was a very timid child, and had taken his lamb everywhere with him. It brought him comfort when his brother wasn't around, and he couldn't sleep without it. The adults had found this endearing at first, but as he grew older, he was reprimanded for such childish behaviours.
At 8 years old he had stuffed the toy under his bed, declaring that he was grown up now and didn't need it anymore. He tossed and turned that night, struggling to drift of without it, but he was determined to please his parents. He soon got used to sleeping without it, and the toy gathered dust under his bed.
Despite this, he couldn't seem to grow up enough in his parent's eyes. Constantly told that he was too quiet, too shy, too childish. That he should be more like his brother.
Sirius was the golden child, the rightful heir to the family. He never shied away from the attention at pureblood family gatherings, happy to show off the new painting he'd done, or play the latest piece he'd learnt on the piano. Their parents received praise after praise of what a talented young boy they had, that he'd surely grow up into an exceptional wizard.
Regulus, on the other hand, prefered to stay out of the spotlight. Small talk with other families had him stumbling over his words, never quite sure what he was supposed to say. His usually steady hands would start to shake when playing his violin in front of a crowd.
But Sirius was always there to look out for him, filling in for him when he struggled to speak, or accompanying him on the piano if he got too nervous. Going as far as to take the blame for any trouble they'd caused, to save his little brother from their parent's punishments. Sirius was his older brother, his protector, and always kept him safe. Like a sheepdog and it's lamb, regulus often thought.
Then Sirius turned 11, and that September was off to Hogwarts. Regulus had grown accustomed to having his brother around, and Sirius' absence left a hollow pit in his stomach. Regulus was 10 years old, and would be off to Hogwarts himself next year. He was old enough to look after himself now. He told himself that as the train pulled off, blinking away the tears in an effort to remain composed in front of his parents. But that night, Regulus couldn't help but reach for his lamb again, curling up with it clutched in his arms as he cried himself to sleep.
The months went by painfully slow, until at last winter came, and with it, Sirius, back for Christmas break. Regulus was overjoyed to have his brother home again, but soon found things had changed. Sirius had been eager to tell him all about the friends he'd made, with a never ending stream of stories and anecdotes. Many names came up, and Regulus found himself struggling to keep up. But one name had been mentioned in almost every story told. James Potter.
The jealousy was eating Regulus alive. He'd never had to share his brother before, but now Sirius had a whole life at Hogwarts that Regulus wasn't a part of.
Their parents didn't approve of Sirius' new friends either, claiming that a pureblood wizard of his standing should take company with others more like him. But Sirius had grown more independent in his time at Hogwarts, no longer following his parent's every command.
As the years went on, he grew more distant from Regulus and their family, but was closer than ever with his gryffindor friends. Regulus stayed close with his parents, believing that his family was all that he needed. They were purebloods, after all, with a status so high they were almost untouchable. He felt safe with them. Not quite like he did with Sirius by his side, but Regulus pushed that thought aside.
By the time Regulus was in his 4th year, Sirius was hardly ever around during the holidays, spending days at a time at the Potter's. He'd known what was coming, he had for a while. The way his brother would never fully unpack his trunk when he returned, seemingly ready to leave at a moment's notice. Calling Grimmauld Place his parent's house, never his. Not his home.
Then, one evening after a particularly bad fight, Regulus sat up against their shared wall, listening to the sound of draws opening and closing, and books being thrown around. He couldn't bring himself to go in, knowing deep down there was nothing he could say to stop his brother from leaving.
They had grown apart over the last few years, no longer inseparable as they used to be. But Regulus still loved Sirius more than anything, he always would. So when he heard Sirius head out to the bathroom, he slipped into his brother's room. His trunk lay open at the foot of his bed, packed full with Sirius' things. Regulus tucked his lamb toy in amongst Sirius' clothes, away in a corner where it wouldn't be noticed. He couldn't bring himself to say goodbye, and in a way this felt to Regulus like a part of him would still be with his brother.
As he turned to leave, something in the back of Sirius' open wardrobe caught his attention. There, perched on an old shoebox, was Sirius' stuffed dog toy. Worn and covered in dust, obviously long forgotten. Regulus quickly grabbed the toy, taking it back with him to his room before Sirius returned to his. He held the toy as he went to sleep that night, trying desperately to ignore the growing dread he felt about waking up to a house without Sirius the next morning.
As he drifted off to sleep, Regulus thought back to when he was younger, and used to take his lamb with him everywhere. How much Regulus had changed since then. How much both of the brothers had.
Sirius, the promising heir to the family, now struck off the family tapestry. The black sheep.
And Regulus, who once fell short of his parent's expectations, now their esteemed heir. Their obedient dog.
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i totally forgot i made these last year so what the hell dumping some here
do not forget the patron saint of these weeks that we celebrate ourselves proudly and openly in the streets
her name was Marsha P Johnson, and we have her to thank for so much.
remember, the first Pride was a riot, and she was one of the brave souls who endured it to help carve the path which so many of us walk today. she helped found several activist groups regarding LGBT safety and wellbeing. and she was absolutely radiant, too.
thank you, Marsha. we remember you.
regulus' favorite piece of jewelry is not the diamond necklaces; ruby rings; or even sapphire earrings; not the fine gold; or the silver; or the gems
its the cheap second hand set of rings sirius bought at a muggle thrift store and gave him; back when regulus had dismissed sirius' interest in muggle things, claiming that he would never particularly want or like anything muggle, and sirius said he'd prove him wrong; sirius left not long after, but he'd managed to give the rings, which he'd bought forever ago, thinking regulus would like the design but had hesitated in actually giving becuz well regulus didnt seem to like sirius much these days; but he did that one time
and months later, when they are no longer talking; sirius notices one of the rings on regulus' fingers and he almost dismisses it, but then he notices them again. and for a moment, a little bit, he hopes.
ok not in canon obviously but am i the only one who thinks that sirius would not react negatively to jegulus at all?
like if anything i feel like he would be like i didnt think there was anyone good enough for either of u so im happy u found each other, no? like idk i just cant see it being a big point of contention for him idk idk
no literally, he knows the two of them more intimately than he knows himself. someone like remus or barty might get concerned that their natures are too opposed to work out, but sirius knows them. he’d be one of the only people to understand how truly similar they are in the most important ways. their differences are more superficial, and they complement each other. hell, Sirius would be mad at himself for not setting it up earlier
yes exactly
The Art of Retaliation
The Potter house was quiet.
Not fully quiet, obviously.
No house occupied by James Potter had ever achieved true silence in its lifetime.
There were still creaks in the old wooden floors, pipes humming softly in the walls, the distant ticking of a clock somewhere downstairs, and the occasional rustle of leaves brushing against the windows from the garden outside.
But compared to the usual chaos?
It was peaceful.
Warm morning light spilled through the curtains of the upstairs bedroom in long gold stripes across the carpet. Dust floated lazily in the air. One of Sirius’s boots had somehow ended up on top of the wardrobe. James’s glasses were balanced precariously on a stack of books beside the bed. Someone’s sock hung from the lampshade like a surrender flag.
Regulus Black stood in the middle of the room holding bagpipes.
He looked deeply evil.
Not dramatic evil.
Not dark-lord evil.
No.
This was the quiet, personal evil of a younger brother who had finally, finally snapped.
His expression was calm.
Too calm.
The sort of calm that should have legally counted as a warning sign.
The bagpipes sat awkwardly under one arm while he adjusted them with the concentration of a man preparing a military operation.
regulus “i never laugh” black becoming a giggling mess when he gets comfortable with james
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Barty hated yoga.
Not in a passionate way. Not in the way he hated early mornings or authority figures or yogurt with fruit chunks in it. No, yoga inspired a quieter kind of misery. The kind that settled deep in his bones every time the woman on the television smiled with terrifying serenity and said things like, “Now engage your core.”
What core?
Barty was fairly certain his organs were just floating around inside him like soup.
Sirius was the glue of his family in the way that him staying was what kept the peace. The entire family crumbled once he left. He was the favourite child even when he wasn’t, the prodigal son. Regulus may have followed his parents and been obedient but it was Sirius who excelled, who was intelligent and cruel and political. The perfect heir to the Noble House of Black. Walburga and Orion keep looking for Sirius in Regulus, who will never be able to grow out of his shadow, at least not in his parents’ eyes. And Regulus, he will push himself beyond his abilities over and over, always trying to make his parents proud. He’s looking for Sirius in them too. Sirius was the only one in that family to love him unconditionally, to see him as more than the spare. Even if becoming the perfect heir feels impossible, Regulus will put his everything into it, desperately searching for some shred of that elusive affection in his parents. It’s never enough for any of them. None of them can fill the hole Sirius leaves behind, and the family keeps fracturing until there’s nothing left. In the end, Walburga and Orion never really held any power over Sirius. It was Sirius who in control, Sirius who stayed for as long as his loyalty outweighed his moral compass. Sirius was the glue because he was the only soul in that family strong enough to be, the only one who cared enough to bother.
barty has one of those heart lockets and wears it all the time and little does everyone know it has a picture of evan all laid out after some sorta mind blowing sex or smth
Bonus point if a) the locket is a family heirloom and b) EVAN doesn't even know that pictures in there.
Barty, with a knife right at James' throat threatening him, after finding out he and Regulus started dating: Listen to me very carefully little bitch boy- if you hurt him in any way I will hurt you. Do you understand?
James: I-
Barty: If you break his precious heart I will kill you. It's not a figure of speech. With the moment he'll come to cry on my shoulder you are a dead man James Potter.
James: ... *throws himself at Barty*
Barty: -what the fuck Potter!
James: *hugs him in a tight embrace* I am so glad Reggie has so caring people around him...
James: And if I ever hurt him... you better be quick... cause I may kill myself before you find me.
"sirius was best friends with lily" i yell over and over as they drag me off to the asylum kicking and screaming
Heavily tattooed, pierced Barty who smokes and everyone thinks is some bad boy, but in reality he's just a big nerd and a loser.
New bartylus animagus headcanon: Maned Wolf and Black Serval
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