HC that trans Regulus' Animagus form was a male cat. Like, despite him being born female and having such parts, his cat form is male and has such parts. Like, I think that would make him so happy. And he would rush to tell his brother. If he could, of course. But they haven't spoken in years, and he thinks his brother hates him, and he's probably right, and he plans to die soon anyway, so what's the point?
hello yes so I read this recently. can highly recommend. trans reggie, james being a saint and it has cats. it’s called “I adored you Madly, Extravagantly, Absurdly” by MiriamMT. @alone.arone’s cosplay was the only thing it took to convince me. read it read it read it (it’s got rosekiller and wolfstar too) (also this Barty means the world to me)
“family line” by conan gray represents the black brothers entirely. let me elaborate.
scattered ‘cross my family line, i’m so good at telling lies
they both became so good at hiding their emotions from their parents and others, it just manifested in a different way for each of them. sirius became more brash and outspoken, playing himself off as a boisterous person who was always happy and making jokes, but was hurting. regulus became closed off and sequestered himself to the ideals and influences of those around him, but in the end still fooled those around him because he became so good at lying.
god, I have my father's eyes, but my sister's when I cry
this but esp w/ trans reg hc. sirius never really getting a chance to know regulus. both of them hating what they see in the mirror because as much as they try to remove themselves from their family they share physical similarities that aren’t easily changed. sirius can grow his hair, but he’ll always have his fathers eyes. regulus can try to adjust his mannerisms, but he’ll always have his mothers high cheekbones. when they see themselves in the mirror on a particularly bad day it’s all they can see and it just makes everything worse.
i was a kid but i wasn’t clueless, someone who loves you wouldn’t do this
self-explanatory. they were only kids when they were being put through literal hell, having unforgivables used against them and food withheld when they were less than perfect. it’s so normalized for them that when they get to school and talk about it like it’s the most normal thing in the world, everyone else is like “what the fuck?” and they’re like. oh. wait. this isn’t normal.
i can’t forget i can’t forgive, ‘cause now i’m scared that everyone i love will leave me
sirius found that love and security in remus as a lover and james as a brother, but regulus never didn’t have that security after sirius left.
might share a face and share a last name, but we are not the same
regulus feeling resentment towards sirius for leaving and sirius feeling resentment towards regulus for staying and conforming to their parents. they might look very similar and have the black family name, but their upbringing’s and places in the family drastically changed their personalities and survival instincts and self-preservation reactions. sirius had to get out because staying was killing him, so he left in self-preservation because he had james, which made regulus resent sirius. regulus didn’t have a place to go to, so his self-preservation tactic was to double down and become the ideal son his parents wanted in sirius, which made sirius resent regulus.
this is a snippet from a wip sitting in my drafts, soberly titled "Hitman Reggie" (he reappears in Godric's Hollow, sniper in hand, on the night of the 31st of October, 1981), and this is the black brothers reunion lmao
He’s about to turn a corner when a sharp pain surges at his ankle. He shouts and crashes down, losing his gun in the process. He turns around and there’s a bloody giant dog attached to his limb. Sharp teeth sending bolts of pain throughout his whole body.
Dagger still in hand, he crouches and sticks it to its shoulders. The dog shrieks but finally lets go and transforms rapidly into human form—into Sirius. Regulus groans, and not because of the pain this time. Bloody hell
[...]
Regulus strongly believed then that he’d never meet his brother face to face again.
He never would because he couldn’t reappear in the wizarding world; he’d get killed instantly, probably. And he was way more efficient undercover, everybody thinking he was dead. The dread of his brother not accepting him had nothing to do with why they’d never meet again. It was just a matter of convenience.
“Why do you smell like my sister?!” Sirius growls, dagger still deep in his shoulder, his hand splayed around it like it would ease the pain somehow. (Regulus knows for a fact it doesn’t.)
Regulus, still lying on the pavement as his brother leans on him dangerously, groans and taps his head back on the cobblestones.
“You were always a bloody moron—Fuck!” He shouts when Sirius kicks him in the shin. “Stop kicking at me!”
“Why do you speak like my sister?” Sirius asks, brows furrowed, and leaning closer.
“You’re such an idiot,” Regulus mutters as he rubs his hand on his face. Maybe he’ll disappear if he can’t see him or something.
“Oi! Answer me before I kick you again!”
“I am your sister, you bloody dog!” Regulus grits and rises to his elbows, his head almost bumping Sirius’. “Well, brother really,” he looks into his eyes in defiance waiting for the hint of disgust in his irises.
It doesn’t come. They fill up with tears though and Sirius crashes to his knees, burying his head in Regulus’ chest, shoulders heaving. It must hurt like hell.
“I thought you were dead,” Sirius mumbles, smearing various disgusting body fluids on Regulus' shirt. He pointedly ignores the burn in his throat and pats his brother's hair instead.
i'd tag people but it's 6am and my brain is fried <3
Fic: Focus on Me
Pairing: Jegulus (AU, Trans!Reg, Model!Reg, Photographer!James)
Rating: E (Minors DNI)
Length: 11k (WIP)
Chapter excerpt:
“I really like this one,” James murmured, feeling the need to fill the silence. He’d always been a nervous talker. It was a close-up of Regulus’s thin fingers tracing under the hem of the satin shorts, the muscles of his stomach tense, and a large wet spot visible where his hidden fingers were moving.
Regulus stared, but said nothing.
Trying not to admit he’d touched himself thinking of the picture only this morning, James continued, pulling up another image. “This one, too. God, your eyes here.” The image was clearly taken when he had been on top of Regulus, and the shorter man was stretched back on the bed, his entire body taut from pleasure. His eyes were barely open, and connected with the camera in a hazy gaze that left James’s mouth dry.
Quickly, trying to calm his body, and not overthink the fact that Regulus was still quiet, he clicked to another one of his favorites. “This one is fucking gorgeous ,” he murmured, forgetting to be embarrassed by the roughness in his voice. The picture was of Regulus’s face, slightly cut off and out of focus. But his mouth was wide as if he was screaming, his neck stretched back, his eyes tight shut. He was, clearly, in the middle of an orgasm.
“Fuck,” Regulus finally murmured, causing James to rip his eyes away from the screen to the man in front of him.
For half a second, neither of them talked. It was like Regulus was trying to decide something, and James tried his best to wait patiently, even as his entire body screamed for Regulus.
It was with a little sigh that Regulus moved toward him, connecting their lips.
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