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@rizzulusarcturizz i love u my wife. happy saturday

New idea: instead of writing the fic, you come over to my house and I tell you the entire plot while I pace my tiny kitchen. There’s a cup of tea, warm in your hands. The words don’t stop and the affection never leaves your expression.

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Please….Please save me from the regulus discourse I keep seeing…i saw 7 posts about it in succession…he doesn’t deserve this…I need…regulus headcanons…

JUICY HEADCANONS HERE WE GO.

tagging @rizzulusarcturizz @villain-crown @ilovefanfics @arcturusblackregulus and @queerregulusablack because i love them.

regulus smokes his first cigarette in his brother's room, taken from a pack sirius left behind. he keeps the pack even after he's smoked all of what's inside, because that's where he puts all his little notes for sirius.

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sirius likes to tell regulus that he loved regulus before he was ever born, and little regulus would always laugh at that. he tells his big brother to stop being silly, and sirius plays at being offended. "i'm not being silly! it's true! i was waiting for you all along!"

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pre-hogwarts regulus and sirius once fought over regulus fussing over kreacher. sirius was looking for regulus only to find him trying to convince kreacher to let him wrap his injured finger with his handkerchief.

Sirius calls regulus out in annoyance because he didn't want his brother touching the elf, he was uneasy around them and he didn't think it was regulus' role to care for beings meant to serve them (as they've heard their entire lives). but regulus wouldn't budge. he grips on to Kreacher's hand tighter while glaring at sirius. the shock at regulus' ire turns into petty rage and jealousy, as the poor elf keeps telling regulus that it was okay, mumbling out a dozen other protests about how master regulus didn't need to lower himself and— and— this makes sirius angrier. so much so that he ends up yelling at kreacher to shut up. which in turn makes regulus scream at sirius to go away.

and so sirius does, angrily, hurt, and feeling slightly betrayed. so unused to regulus... fighting him. "Stupid little brothers," he says to himself. "See if I ever play with him again!"

Sirius was still by himself, thinking of turning regulus away when his brother inevitably came to his room later at night, to sleep in his bed, when he hears his brother's wailing cries. this puts a primal fear into his being that far overshadows whatever childish anger he was clinging to. he runs down the stairs to see what's happened. and there, he sees his brother, clutching at his cheek and cowering from the tall figure of his mother looming over him, wand drawn.

regulus was caught with kreacher.

for once in his (relatively young) life, sirius is frozen. he doesn't know what to do. this isn't a broken vase he can say he broke. this wasn't something he could say regulus did for him. the act of nursing an injured elf was so clearly an action belonging to regulus. only regulus would do this.

he looks at their mother and sees the disgust and disappointment lining her features. regulus was her perfect boy.

and her perfect boy had wrapped his handkerchief, with the black family coat of arms embroidered right at the center, and used it to bandage an elf's bleeding finger. his mother is incandescent.

sirius is too slow, too short, to reach his brother as walburga reaches to shake his brother with a frightening vigor that has regulus crying out in alarm.

"Don't you ever do that again, you hear me?" his mother shouts over regulus' panicked cries. At sirius' shout of alarm, she lets regulus go with a harsh shove and makes her way to him.

"You should've taught him better! What use are you to the family if you can't look after your brother?" she yells at him. she prods at his chest, making sure her nails dig in painfully, "This is your fault, you foolish child." Sirius can't even muster the rage he so usually feels at his mother, yet again, finding ways to blame him. At least she's let regulus go.

When, after their mother has left, sirius gathers his little brother into his arms and shushes him, rubbing his back best as he can. they're both reeling. regulus at being punished for what he thought was right, unused to being the recipient of their mother's anger. and sirius for not being able to do anything, to help him — replaying the way his limbs froze, his mind unable to think of something quick to say or do.

he wants to punish kreacher for his brother's tears.

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regulus is top of his class in potions. really, it's him and severus that become the talk of the school. prodigies. Slughorn's two favorite students and the topic of most his open bragging. a lot of students remark on them being fortunately in separate years, avoiding the cutthroat competition that would've been for the top spot. they don't necessarily like each other, but the respect is there.

regulus expected to receive the brunt of severus' anger regarding his brother. he tells him this as they end up in the same library aisle, discussing which potions book had better methodology. and the older scoffs.

"It's sad how you keep wanting to be like your brother."

and the statement stings. he idolizes his brother.

"Get over yourself, Black. It's a compliment. You're not your brother and you've already made a name for yourself."

oh...

"Never talk to me about this again. I don't hate you but we're not friends."

After finishing 6th year, Severus gives him his potions book.

"Here, see if you can do better than me. Use it and let me know how it turns out." he stops before he walks away, "Or not. I'll probably hear about it from the professors."

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something something regulus asking to apprentice under madame pomfrey. regulus slowly gains her trust and respect. eventually, she lets him help with remus, after he comes to her telling her how he knows, and how remus knows that he knows.

"I mean... Moony? Really?" he asks incredulously. He shoves his wand harshly under Remus' throat, "Do you think I'm stupid?"

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Regulus tells Sirius to leave. He'll follow but not in the near future.

"Come on, Sirius. I'll survive without you. But you won't with me." "That's not true! Together or not at all, remember? We promised. I promised." "What, you think I'm not brave enough? Too soft to ever completely leave the family behind? That I'll lose myself to them?" "No, I think you've always been brave. Too brave. You don't have to be brave for them and not this way. Can't you see Reggie? This way's fucked up. We can just leave!" "It's... It's not that bad Sirius. Or at least it never was for me. I can be strong for the both of us and I want to — just promise you won't go where I can't follow." "As if. What do you want me to tell moony, you little shit?" "That I love him." "This hurts you know? This entire conversation has been one big pain in the ass, and it's going to be for a long while. Man, fuck you. Honestly. I can't blame you, but this hurts, just so you know." "I know. I love you." "...I know."

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A reminder..

This is a Regulus Black stan account

The owner, is a Black Brothers truther — the brothers before anything else. That's gonna show up a lot in my writing. And in my headcanons. And in my shitposts.

The owner does not ride the Sirius strap. I do not walk with his defense squad. Sometimes i will be harsh about him.

I am a hater. This is my blog. I will openly hate here because this is my space, the follow button means you're watching this space, not owning this space. I'm an ethical hater which means i tag appropriately and will not name or fic drop. I will name certain tropes, ships, and dynamics.

I'm a proshipper. I'll eventually write and post some you guys hate. I don't care.

But really most of the time, it's just me shaking regulus like a pepper shaker and seeing what comes out. I will probably reblog this from time to time. The bread, butter, and coca-cola of this blog are: regulus, black brothers aus, and the occasional regulus nswf posts.

#unfollow and block button are for everyone to use #psa

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waiting for sunrise 🌅

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Hikikomori!Regulus who has to be coaxed out of his room, spending six years inside without ever leaving only a week after running from 12 Grimmauld Place.

Pandora and Barty call for help and Sirius answers the call. Sirius and Regulus have only started talking three 3 years ago but strictly by letters only, at Regulus' insistence and refusal to meet up. Sirius, every once in a while, will push to see his little brother again only to be met with silence which has Sirius quickly stepping back in an effort to make peace and keep whatever contact they have with each other. He has no clue. He doesn't know.

The news is heartbreaking to Sirius. He doesn't know how Regulus is keeping himself alive, spending all hours of his life in one room, for six years. He's terrified.

He takes James with him, of course.

They definitely do manage to get Regulus out. But it takes two years. Sirius and Regulus brush fingers through the little gap underneath his door when things are especially tough and both of them don't have anything much to give each other, save for their presence. "Little brother, it'll be alright."

"It really doesn't seem like it..."

"Who says? We're all waiting outside for you, Regulus. You're worth it."

Barty screams at Regulus. Bangs at his door in anger, in frustration, in mounting worry — in his own feelings of inadequacy because he's there, and so is Pandora and Evan, and Dorcas. They're all out there but why is he doing this to himself? Making everyone watch as he tortures himself and refusing to let anyone do a thing to help. Barty is the most critical of Regulus. If only because he's never understood (the way Sirius and Pandora seem to have freakishly been able to) but he's also the most wildly protective.

Regulus also falls in love with James behind his door. Without ever seeing him. Only through memories of his tainted childhood and the warmth of his voice.

Two years. It takes two, slow years, of an entire family waiting for him from beyond his small room.

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Young gods.

Okay but what if we just focus on how the Black Brothers look super powerful when they contrast each other, and not how one is better than the other? What if they're just fucking different? And that's what makes them so fucking cool and sexy??

Sirius is like a thunderstorm. The ground shakes when he fights. There's static. It starts to smell like ozone and people are scrambling to go somewhere to hide. He can level cities. He can bring down mountains. And when he fights, his magic consumes everything. All that's left is to offer a small prayer to the gods. Sirius is an apocalypse fully realized.

Regulus, comes off as a son of Loki. His magic requires finesse and constant manipulation. He bends reality, he makes a new one. He doesn't level cities, he starts massacres that silence them — ghost towns painted in red, hollow houses, still roads, empty cribs. His presence is preceded by creeping laughter that settles as dread in people's stomachs. Regulus is the spirit of mass suicides; the start and fall of cults.

Sirius can end wars and Regulus can start them. Sirius defines wars and Regulus is the collective trauma that follows.

Brothers of chaos. The catharsis of nature.

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*wow, i can't seem to stop writing about the black brothers. here, have some more.

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Black brothers thrive on being unreasonable ESPECIALLY with each other. I'm not making this up i swear.

If it works, then good. If it hurts, then good. It means they still matter to each other. God forbid one of them strikes and the other doesn't bleed anymore.

Sirius: *cherishes his friends*

Regulus: okay so you're tired of me? wow, didn't know you were so sick of my presence. sheesh, you couldn't have made it more obvious. don't let mum catch you calling yourself a Black, it's offensive.

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Regulus: *gets sorted in Slytherin and tries not to be miserable*

Sirius: it's like you hate being near me. what? is gryffindor too low for your superior being just because I'm in it? So you're happy with your friends? It's like you're one of them reggie, can't wait for you to call me a slur any day now. you can just say you're ashamed of me.

AND I'M OUT HERE BEGGING THEM TO PLEASE, PLEASE GET OVER THEMSELVES. These two are hypocrites! None of the skittles and marauders come close to understanding what goes on between the two. How a friend can be met with a smile, an easy laughter, or a pat on the back but a brother can be met with so much vitriol.

It's honestly so sad seeing two abused kids go at each other like that. In a way it's like saying hello to themselves. No one can get in between them, some try but it's disastrous.

In another world they could just be two kids fighting over a bag of crisps. In another world they'd be okay. In another world, Regulus would be there for his brother's first tattoo and Sirius would be there when he graduates. But it's all messy and warped. In another world they could have friends and understand what it means to belong to each other and not, and that brotherhood doesn't seem like a choice between a vice grip or a noose. It could be like home. It could be like peace. Brotherhood could just be them.

*wow, i can't seem to stop writing about the black brothers. here, have some more.

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Regulus the pyromancer but his fires move like water. They splatter and drip. Quite honestly, his abilities scare other people. Walburga thinks he's just the perfect monster. When he sets things on fire it's messy and uncontrolled. Fire rains on fields like water and spreads like water. So unlike his brother's blue flames. Regulus used to envy his brother's raw power, he'd spend days hungering over the magic he felt coming from Sirius' raging inferno.

When he turned 13, he ended up almost killing himself and their mother. A lashing curse hit him on an already open wound, and for once he wanted fire to come to him as easily as his mother could draw out his blood in a fit cruelty.

And so his fire came. Dripping from his fingers the way blood dripped on his back. The flowed out of himself the way pain and misery did. He had fire that wanted to burn just as much as it wanted to drown. It wanted to eat everything.

When he drowns in the caves he thinks how very funny it all is.

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I LOVE UR THOUGHTS ON REGULUS/RABASTAN OH MY LORDDD

I’m almost ashamed to say that I never fully considered them to be a dark ship before, but it’s so much more interesting to see them portrayed as such!!!

(I honestly saw them as not really romantic ship, they are fond of each other, but whether they really like each other is kinda put into question. They are like couples who ended up settling in my eyes)

BUT I LOVE UR TAKE ON THEMMMMMMM 🫶🫶

Thank u nonnie 🥹💖.

Them settling down isn't an impossible thing, for sure! But going with like how the Lestrange brothers have been in the books and how dedicated they've been in looking for Voldemort post-first wizarding war... I'd say they're a lot more casually brutal and violent than the Blacks.

Rabastan and regulus definitely get their freak out first, for sure. They don't settle down for long while, not until they get the crazy and bloodlust out of their bones. Rabastan grooming regulus so young, really has reg growing up into a vicious little monster that hates what rabastan has done to him but is unable to accept how he loves him still. He hates how he's unable to distinguish his own feelings from what he's been groomed to feel. At 18 regulus is angry, jaded, and lashing out but still just as in love as he was when he was 10. When he was 13. When he was 15.

Rabastan is both simple and endlessly twisted at the same time. Simple, because he has no ulterior motive aside from keeping regulus by his side. Twisted, because he will do everything he can possibly think of to make sure regulus is so emotionally and psychologically tied to him. Think of the most caring, most generous, and most compassionate sugar daddy who wants to make sure their princess is loved and spoiled rotten. That's him. But also, he's just as ruthless when it comes to making sure regulus is his, always. There are no lines he will not cross even when it comes to hurting regulus.

Maybe when regulus turns 30 and rabastan 45... That they start calming down — when they stop hurting and traumatizing each other. When they get through the toxicity, greed, and need to make the other hurt in an endless cycle. After burning through all of that, they find themselves quite surprised at what's left beneath the ashes of their pain and turmoil. What's been there, surprisingly, the entire time: love.

They find their own version of what it's like to be old married couple. And i think they don't ever identify with the normalcy of the life they've gotten for themselves but they do find it rather entertaining. Cosplaying as such, after having the craziest years together. They settle down as close to "normal" as they can get and think of what they're doing as a novelty. I don't think it ever stops being this thing that they do. Being normal. But it's their own kind of special peace. No one can ever take that away from them.

I only see them being involved in a no voldemort au tho. kreacher still would've been brutalized and regulus, no matter how in love with rabastan, still would've gone into the cave to do what he thought was right.

#asks #regulus black #my writing #rabastan lestrange

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four days at sea (atlantic, ijsellmeer, baltic sea, north sea)

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#Slytherin skittles

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Some and now none of you —

Thinking about Regulus who goes through that younger sibling phase, you know, like, when they become a sponge? When they literally absorb everything through sheer osmosis, of whatever it is their older siblings do? Musical preferences, clothing choices, ticks, expressions, thoughts, philosophy, etc.

And i think, because he and Sirius grew up the way they did, and where they did, Regulus may have put Sirius on a pedestal (I think they both put each other on a pedestal. Like Sirius was always "supposed to be" the braver one and Regulus was always "supposed to be" the kinder one. They saw their own perceived weaknesses as strengths manifested in the other.) And like a little kid — both as a younger sibling and a child whose main source of affection is from his brother — Regulus' identity comes into being through Sirius.

And Sirius? Being treated like the parasite of his mother's ambitions, by his mother, whilst simultaneously groomed to take her place — he finds that Regulus is the first thing, first person that he was told was his. It's a heady thing, as he struggles to grapple with the combination of lingering insufficiency and the ego (as well as entitlement) that comes with being told you're meant to own the world. Regulus is fully his and not a half-debt to a parent.

He soaks up the admiration the same way Regulus absorbs bits and pieces of Sirius' identity to find his own.

At one point, they're swapping traits and ticks. Tricks and picks.

Clothes and bedrooms are shared. Spaces are occupied together.

And, well. It's so very sad to think about the dissonance when they start losing each other. Because it starts to feel like they're losing themselves. It's a bit more complicated for Sirius because to him, he saw it as giving pieces of himself to a kid, even though it's not true, or a rational description of two siblings simply sharing interests. To him, it's not.

Regulus has a haaaaaard time readjusting every time he and Sirius drift farther apart. He's torn. He grew up having identified with so much of his brother's existence and now has to find what it means when he no longer can't. How does he find himself, when he's lost so much of it?

And for Sirius I can imagine how he feels like he's walking with patches of himself missing. It feels like both brothers stole from each other.

Now Regulus is walking down the halls, wearing his scarves exactly like his brother does. And Sirius ends up not wanting to touch scarves for a long while, because he's used to putting one on Regulus first and then himself.

*wow, i can't seem to stop writing about the black brothers. here, have some more.

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u saying ur good with any regulus ship is enough for me to present: Regulus/Rabastan (they are the product of a week's worth of academic testing on my end)

But, keeping this short, Rabastan doesn't like the Blacks very much, he thinks of them as crazy just overall terrible people. So when he sees a young Regulus Black, he immediately feels that he can separate Regulus from the shit mess of the Blacks (terrible idea really) Anyways, he ends up with a strange obsession of wanting to personally dissect Regulus’ brain that leads to him growing “soft” on the younger. 

(Growing soft: he gives Regulus gifts to see his reactions, gifts end up more and more personal)

Regulus, on the other hand, thinks Rabastan is a little shit and it endears him to see the less-liked, sleazy Lestrange twin. It's like having a soft spot for things that are either messier or dirtier compared to something new and clean. It's almost like that for Regulus.

They also have a soldier-off-at-war-and-his-loving-wife-waiting-for-his-return thing going on during the first wizarding war where Regulus just stares at a clock unmoving when Rabastan is out doing DE things.

okay thats thank u for ur time

oh nonnieeeee this is the perfect dark!ship for regulus. hehehe just the age gap alone. bella who ends up marrying a lestrange is a whole 10 years older than our dear little reggie. yummy <3 so rabastan will probably be the same age as bellatrix or older.

idk if we're on the same page about this, but there's no way this is going to be a fluffy or foundationally sane ship. they're going to be fluffy with all the twisted implications of being together as the backdrop for whatever they do. like the fact that rabastan will have probably met regulus a teeny weeny boi, clutching at sirius, who is only marginally older than his brother. hehe.

the grooming, the suspicion from narcissa and sirius. the two, who don't always get along, manage to remain mostly civil as they try to make sure that regulus is never left alone for too long. because they see the way the older man looks at regulus for too long, cards his fingers through his hair like a wolf trying to play with its prey.

WE'RE TALKING ABOUT RABASTAN BABE. literally him, his brother, and bellatrix are three of the most loyal DEs of voldemort. he fully participated in frank and alice's torture. THIS IS A DARK SHIP. this is.... ya'll try to make the tamest ships (nd tropes) look bad but this is dark DARK. and i fucking love it.

hihihihihiiihih <3 okay i'm gonna stop here. i think i want to write more about them. because regulus is going to be a right little shit in this ship.

i'm sorry if this isn't what u had in mind but literally the lestranges are insane :// but thank you for sending these two my way!!

this has the makings of a good brainrot. i can make them so fucked up. i can make them so perfect.

#regulus black #asks

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u guys really eating up that siren au huh...

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opinions on rosestarkiller ?? :0

hi nonnie!

yes >:3 i have juicy headcanons for u

this is a regu-bowl account so all regulus ships are pretty much a go for me. also, i have this like messed up spot in my heart for bartylus both as a romantic and platonic ship. *shrugs* i like them toxic and codependent.

anyways, the trio! the unholy trio gods i love them. i love them so much i think they constantly pull each other from darkness. it's just a given, ya know? no one was there for them and they all see each other's missing pieces. so much of their friendship lives in spite of all the people they lost and have left them. "see this? this is true loyalty." something like that. it's messy, convoluted, and complex but somehow it's the easiest thing they've ever done. they recognized each other's whale songs and swam to see who it was that sang back.

and because i'm a regulus girly, i think it's especially wonderful to have rosekiller pine over regulus. rosekiller sex because barty is so heartbroken about regulus. evan snapping at regulus because he keeps chasing after people that don't want him back when they're right there. barty claiming he knows regulus best but when regulus keeps lying to himself evan is the only one who can call him out on his bullshit.

"I've known you since we were kids, we saw each other grow up. Our families have touched branches since the very beginning — do not fucking lie to me, Black." He says as he grips Regulus' chin. Evan is so tired of all the lies. "What. do. you. want?"

.

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. "You. Both of you." "Good. There you go, bunny."

Evan calls regulus bunny btw. He calls barty his pretty knife. Tells you something about the role he plays in the trio and how barty and regulus typically are with each other, huh?

Barty calls regulus starlight, starshine, and princess. He calls evan rosie, red, and, secretly, petal. Out of the three of them he's the most unreasonably feral over his lovers just as he's also the most openly romantic. Big sweeping gestures (no matter how disturbing). Proud declarations.

Regulus doesn't have pet names for barty but will fondly shorten his name to Bee. On Halloween he calls barty, Boo. He calls evan apollo. When he's feeling like a bitch he'll call him Vincent.

Regulus calms barty down, barty calms evan down, and evan calms regulus down.

Evan is dom to bartylus. Regulus is dom to barty. And barty is sub to evan and reg — he has the deepest need to be taken care of. Non-dynamic sex (outside D/s), however, is very different for bartylus *ahem ahem* regulus *ahem* is a cumslut and needs a good dicking down most of the time.

Complex trauma has barty "dropping" from time to time. Which is really fucking hard. Regulus and evan routinely "putting him down" helps for most of the time, but there are instances where he feels himself dropping and the real challenge is getting to both or either one in time. It's... A lot. Barty needs a lot of caring for but it absolutely doesn't fucking matter when Barty is easily the most trusting out of the three and would drop everything for his lovers.

heheheheheh

#asks #marauders era #regulus black #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #regulus and evan and barty #slytherin skittles #rosestarkiller #regulus headcanon #barty headcanon #slytherin boys #my writing

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I was promised BDSM but there was no BDSM >:(