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Sirius runs hot, Remus runs cold. Remus’ hands and feet are constantly frozen. When they sleep, Remus warms himself up by tucking his toes against Sirius’ legs and shoving his hands up his shirt/pressing them against his chest or back. Sirius never says anything, even though it’s always jarring and uncomfortable, because Remus is sleeping and cute. Remus also likes creeping up behind Sirius and putting his cold-ass hands up the back of his shirt, because it makes Sirius yelp and he finds it hilarious.

I hate when people think that Sirius has to be either tall, strong, hyper-masculine, big-dick, badass, witty, sarcastic talented, and brilliant, or he has to be short, weak, extra-feminine, little-dick (NOT DEROGATORY FFS), useless, dumb, silly, pathetic, cross-dresser twink. This is completely ridiculous.

I would like to suggest an alternative (that is way closer to cannon and actually keeps his character intact, as opposed to whatever fannon is doing to my boy): Sirius Black is tall, strong, hairy, tattooed, talented, brilliant, scarred, and a badass… but he also wears skirts, makeup, and has long hair, which he styles frequently, wears a lot of jewelry and is heavily pierced.

There is no need to make him one of two extremes. Let him be a big, muscular man who wears feminine AND masculine clothing. Let him be more than stereotypical gay guy. Let him maintain his personality. Let him be what you all make Remus into (I could go on another rant about that in this post but I’ve already done that too much).

Let’s stop deciding that him being gay has to make him a derogatory, homophobic stereotype of a queer man.

Imagine this as Sirius Black, but, when he calls out for “mama” he’s actually calling Effie and Minnie, because they were his real mothers. Imagine he calls for Andy, for Reggie, for Uncle Alphy, because they were his allies in the House of Black. Imagine he calls for Jambi, for Remsie, for Petey, because that’s what he called them before their nicknames.

im a fucking sucker for the “character gets so badly injured that they can’t think clearly and start calling for help in a distressingly vulnerable way.” characters who start using nicknames for their friends they haven’t used since they were kids. characters who start begging for their brother they haven’t seen in years to be there. characters who would usually use their parents’ names or call them mother/father/etc crying out mama when they go down. u understand.

Remus has never felt like he can voice his love for physical touch. Sirius has never liked physical touch.

Sirius may not have liked Regulus, but, as an older sibling, I promise you, Sirius sure as hell loved Regulus.

Now, I know that Remus’ patronus is a wolf (in cannon, I mean— I usually headcannon it as a massive dog) because he’s a werewolf, but I don’t think that that would be his animagus form. I also don’t think that Lily’s patronus being a doe makes her animagus form a doe, because that’s boring as all hell.

Personally, I think that Remus’ animagus form would be either a mouse or a sheep. A mouse because they’re incredibly clever, but also very kind, and I find it funny to think that the werewolf’s animagus form is one of the smallest mammals out there, also he kind of just reminds me of a mouse (plus, it would be sweet to see Peter not being the tiniest Marauder— I think that him not being the smallest would’ve prevented him from building resentment and then betraying them). A sheep just for the irony of a wolf in sheep’s clothing puns.

I think that Lily’s animagus form would be a mountain lion. They’re notoriously good mothers, they’re strong, they’re fast, but they’re pretty nice (by big cat standards). Also, I just think the gives off big cat vibes. She’s either a mountain lion or a lioness.

hey, i know google is free but jilyserrr here may not know how to use it! so im going to give everyone a definition, in case other people dont know how to use google as well.

“Headcanon is a word used in film/television/comics/etc fandom that refers to something a fan imagines about the characters (such as a scenario or relationship) but that doesn’t appear on screen/on the page.” (Merriam-Webster dictionary)

so, sure, lily and james were heterosexual-appearing in the books/films (their sexuality is never stated outright though, meaning they could be bisexual, pansexual, etc.), but fans HEADCANON that they were with other people. are you still following? we’re not saying that it’s true, it’s just a headcanon we have about the characters.

as for ‘justifying regulus being a fascist’? he escaped the c*lt. he was raised from the moment he was born on these ideologies. they were all he knew. even at school, his pureblood friends reinforced the ideas. and yet, somehow, on his own, he not only leaves the death eaters but betrays them in such a major way that allows them to be defeated. does that make sense? he CANONICALLY left and even turned on the fascists, proving he is not one.

finally, telling people they deserve to d*e over their little headcanons in their head is very fucking extreme, don’t you think? what if someone takes that seriously and actually self-exit? people are actually seriously mentally ill, and telling someone that they deserve to die - directly or not - is so unbelievably fucked up, ESPECIALLY over fictional characters in a fictional world.

moral of the story: if you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all.

Right time for some problematic shit cause I don’t even care anymore.

Im making this post about a certain post some else made. It’s at the bottom.

So idek if this is problematic but idc cause this person is crazy. First I’m gonna start of with the fact that they said they hate the marauders fandom. Okay? Why r u still here? If you hate it and its ships and head cannons leave. It will be a better place without you.

Secondly I’m gonna say that jegulus is a fictional ship that people made up cause they wanted to. If u have a problem with it block the tag and leave it at that. There is no need to make a post about it knowing people who ship Jegulus r gonna see it. It’s weird and obsessive. Also the fact that some people also don’t understand the meaning of alternate universes is crazy. We aren’t justifying fascist Regulus we are using his character and the small amount of information we have about him to create our own stories.

Also like I said once I’m gonna say it again. If you hate peoples head cannons LEAVE. If people wanna ship marylily and pandalily or partyvan OR WHATEVER SHIP THEY WANT TO LET THEM! It’s none of your fucking business.

And last I’m gonna address the elephant in the room. The fact that you literally said people deserve to die for ruining the fandom. That is just a crazy thing to say and no one deserves to die. This is a fictional world. Also let me remind you JK Rowling is a horrible person so let us have our own head cannons.

Ship Jily idc. Ship Jegulus idc. Ship prongsfoot or Partyvan or fucking bitch killer IDC.

GROW UP AND JUST LEAVE PEOPLE ALONE.

Right time for some problematic shit cause I don’t even care anymore.

Im making this post about a certain post some else made. It’s at the bottom.

So idek if this is problematic but idc cause this person is crazy. First I’m gonna start of with the fact that they said they hate the marauders fandom. Okay? Why r u still here? If you hate it and its ships and head cannons leave. It will be a better place without you.

Secondly I’m gonna say that jegulus is a fictional ship that people made up cause they wanted to. If u have a problem with it block the tag and leave it at that. There is no need to make a post about it knowing people who ship Jegulus r gonna see it. It’s weird and obsessive. Also the fact that some people also don’t understand the meaning of alternate universes is crazy. We aren’t justifying fascist Regulus we are using his character and the small amount of information we have about him to create our own stories.

Also like I said once I’m gonna say it again. If you hate peoples head cannons LEAVE. If people wanna ship marylily and pandalily or partyvan OR WHATEVER SHIP THEY WANT TO LET THEM! It’s none of your fucking business.

And last I’m gonna address the elephant in the room. The fact that you literally said people deserve to die for ruining the fandom. That is just a crazy thing to say and no one deserves to die. This is a fictional world. Also let me remind you JK Rowling is a horrible person so let us have our own head cannons.

Ship Jily idc. Ship Jegulus idc. Ship prongsfoot or Partyvan or fucking bitch killer IDC.

GROW UP AND JUST LEAVE PEOPLE ALONE.

i cant explain why this fits it just.. does.

James and Regulus being famous twitch streamers and falling in love with eachother.

JKR: *Mentions Marlene, Dorcas & Mary once*

JKR: *Explains 3% of Remus, Sirius, James, Lily and Regulus*

JKR: *Makes Peter a traitor*

JKR: *Makes The Marauders bullies*

JKR: *Kills them all*

The fandom: *Comes up with Headcanons for these characters' sexualities, childhood, parents, favorite beverage, favorite food, the way they act when they are drunk, who they date, identities, the way they dress, favorite songs, how they act when they are sad, how they act when they are happy, how they act when they are angry, how they sleep, how they take they coffee or tea, mental illnesses, mental conditions, them as songs, Halloween costumes, Christmas Presents, sweets they like, jewelry they wear, friendships between each other, relationships between each other, when they lost their virginity, how they like sex, NSFW Headcanons, blood type, zodiac sign, religion, how they dance, what shows they watch, favorite movies, favorite superhero, favorite villain, them as dishes, them as drinks, what they wear for a club, what they wear for the beach, what they wear for the mountain, how they manage their social media, what kind of smartphones they have, if they are dog or cat people, if they are vegan or not, ideal jobs, jobs they actually have, future plans, if they want kids or not, dreams and hopes, worst fears, nightmares they have, them as colors, them as partners, them as our partners, how they decorate their rooms, how they act on the dentist's appointment, how they act on a doctor's appointment, childhood traumas, them as Greek Gods, them as celebrities, them as books, books they read, favorite author, favorite singer, music abilities, sport abilities, weird abilities...etc(insert more)*

Literally everyone else: You need help...

The fandom: *sighing* We know

what a shame

Pairing: Regulus Black x James Potter  Rating: Mature  Length: 2.4K words  This is a songfic inspired by the song what a shame by Lizzy McAlpine :)  Read on AO3

All Regulus can focus on is James’s bowed head, dark bar falling into his eyes, chest pressed against the bar in front of him. The soft slope of his nose and the gentle curve of his jaw. He licks his lips and Regulus tastes honey in the back of his throat. 

His breath is frozen in his chest. He can’t remember how many times he’s hoped for this. Longed for James to come back to him, even as a shadow, even as a dream. 

James pulls his beer closer to him. Regulus watches as his lips part gently over the top of the bottle and he tips his head back closing his eyes tight. 

It’s a sucker punch to the stomach. James. Here. Because Regulus knows that James could have loved him if he let himself. If he could just get past his mistakes, if he could just get past — 

“Excuse me,” Someone grunts behind him and Regulus spins on them in an instant, hand reaching frantically for his wand. 

“Sorry lad, you’re in the doorway,” The man says gently brushing past him into the bar. 

Regulus feels a lump bloom in his throat. This is what the war has made him into. He is a weapon and he is so so tired. He wants someone to tell him what to do. To tell him how to stop the fighting and the deaths and the never ending blood pooling in his palms. 

James leans forward in his seat. Regulus watches the muscles in his shoulders clench and release under the thin fabric of his dark blue shirt. 

He can’t decide if he should stay or if he should go. His hands start to sweat. It’s hard to breathe against the iron pressure of his ribs. 

He should go. 

But then James turns his head and Regulus’s heart jolts in his chest like he’s just been electrocuted. 

“Regulus,” James says quietly. His voice comes out cracked and an octave too deep. He swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing gently under the fragile skin of his neck. His eyes dart around frantically, looking anywhere but Regulus’s face. 

“James,” Regulus breathes back. He doesn’t believe in god but the name feels like a prayer on his lips. 

James doesn’t respond. He sits now with his back pressed to the bar, his eyes burn gold as they catch in the light. 

“James,” Regulus repeats, a little louder this time, “What —“ He pauses, taking a step forward, “Are you okay?” 

James still doesn’t respond. He bows his shoulders, sinking into himself like he wishes he could disappear. He raises the beer for another sip and it shakes in his hand. Still his eyes don’t leave Regulus’s body. 

So Regulus moves forward again. This time he doesn’t stop until he’s right in front of James. 

James stares at him for a moment, frozen in position like a rabbit caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck, bracing for an inevitable crash, before shakily leaning back against the wooden bar and glancing up to meet Regulus’s eyes with his own. 

Regulus can’t look away from him. James is watching him searchingly, wonder in his warm eyes, beautiful, even red rimmed and desperate. 

Regulus wants to take him home. He wants to grab Jame’s face and press their lips together so gently that James will forget his own name, will forget the war, will forget every time he’s pulled his hand away from Regulus’s empty palm. 

He wants to take him to bed. He wants James so bad he bites down on his tongue until he tastes metal. He wants to crawl inside his body and pry his way under his ribcage, fingers cradling his heart. He wants to hear it beat against him forever. Safe. 

Regulus wants to touch him so bad his hands shake. 

Instead he shifts slightly to the left and slides onto the barstool beside James and shoves his hands deep into his pockets to stop himself from doing something he might regret. 

He orders his drink on autopilot. Every atom in his body is focused on the man beside him. He hadn’t noticed before but James still smells the same, like cedar and smoke and too many memories. 

“Regulus,” This time James says his name sweeter, warmer, like something Regulus wants to take a bite out of, “It’s really you.” 

“It is,” Regulus says softly, taking a large sip from his glass. Whisky burns warm down his throat. 

“Are you okay?” He repeats his question. 

James shakes his head and swallows hard looking down at his palms. He squeezes his eyes shut and when he opens again there are tears clinging to his lashes. 

“Fuck,” He exhales roughly.  Regulus tracks the movement of his hand as it reaches up to wipe them away. 

“Is there anything I can do?” Regulus asks not quite gently but something close. Gentle-adjacent which Regulus hopes James will understand to mean that he can see him struggling but can tell it might hurt even more to talk about it. 

When James stays quiet Regulus reaches out rubbing a hand in soft circles over his back. 

“I’m here,” He says carefully. Two words, a million mirrors of their past. All the times he found James crouched in dark corridors, tears wet on his face, “At least for now.” 

And then suddenly in the next breath, James is sobbing. Great, heaving sobs that wrack his entire body. The scary part is they're nearly silent. All Regulus can hear is his ragged breath, against the distant murmur of the pub around them. 

“It’s okay,” Regulus says softly, “This is okay.” 

And James leans into him, turns his face to the exposed skin of Regulus’s neck and gives in to his tears. 

Regulus can’t take his mind off of him. He focuses on the contour of his body, the press of his elbow and his hip. The softness of his shoulders. The dip of his waist. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve this. James here, touching him, one last time. 

“I can’t do it,” James murmurs against his skin. The brush of his lips feels electric. 

“What can’t you do?” Regulus whispers into his soft curls. 

“Any of it,” James’s voice cracks, “It’s too hard and everyone is dying and when I look around I can’t see anything but blood.” 

His words cut straight to Regulus’s core. He holds James close, rocking him slowly. 

“I can’t stop it,” James says breath hitching when he tries to get words out, “I can’t – I’m not good –” 

“Being good isn’t easy, you know,” Regulus says delicately, “That’s not what good is.” 

He thinks about the locket, about the cave waiting for him. An ache builds in the back of his throat

“It just doesn’t feel right,” James pulls away a bit looking up at him. His lip trembles and Regulus watches as he blinks new, hot tears, “This isn’t how it was supposed to be.” 

“Yeah,” Regulus admits, voice heavy. 

They sit in silence. Regulus feels James' body heat against him down to his bone marrow. He lets out a hot sigh against his neck and it gives Regulus goosebumps. He stares at the floor and tries desperately to reel back the roiling ache that has begun to crest in his chest. 

“I–” He starts, coughing to cover the crack in his voice, “I shouldn’t tell you this.” 

“What?” James asks, voice all sorrow and depth, so much so that it sends a spark right through Regulus’s core. 

“I’m going to do something,” Regulus pauses, trying to focus over the rabid beat of his heart, “To fix this. To change the war.” 

James looks up at him, his eyes wide and frantic. Regulus’s throat feels like it might close up. He takes a deep breath trying to focus on the way his ribcage expands against James’s body. 

“I can’t say any more,” Regulus tells him, “I just wanted –” 

But James doesn’t let him finish. Instead he wraps a warm palm around the back of Regulus’s neck and pulls him down. 

It happens because it has to. At least, that's the way it feels – like when Regulus walked into the pub tonight he’d started something inevitable, something so powerful there’s no point in fighting it. When James kisses him Regulus’s lips are already parted. 

They kiss soft and gentle. As if they have all the time in the world. All open mouths and tongues sliding together, the bitter taste of whiskey and Regulus sliding his eyes shut as James’s fingers stretch up tugging at his curls. 

James pulls away first. 

Regulus tracks his gaze over his face, pupils blown sky-wide, lips parted. There’s something in James’s brown eyes that sticks somewhere deep inside of him. 

Without speaking James reaches out and grasps Regulus’s hand in his. Before Regulus can sort through his racing thoughts James is pulling him up, tugging him out the back door of the pub, into the alleyway. 

James just kissed him, he thinks numbly, stumbling on the cobblestones. James just kissed him. 

Suddenly James stops walking and Regulus bumps into him. James turns to face him and then they’re standing only a few inches apart. Regulus watches as James’s chest heaves, as he sucks the cold air through his full lips.

They don’t talk. Instead, their bodies move in again, like they’re pulled by magnets. Regulus keeps his eyes open this time, watches the reflection of the lamplight in James' dark irises. 

He has tears in his eyes, Regulus thinks. He has lighting in his palms. 

This time when James kisses him it feels like they’re on the edge of a cliff, with a strong wind blowing, each gust pushing them closer to the edge. 

Regulus lets James push his hands up and under his coat, against his back. His fingers are cold and he gasps as they dip once, twice below the band of his pants, sending sparks through his body. James shifts, pulling Regulus forward until he’s leaning back against the brick wall with Regulus flush against him, until Regulus has one thigh between James’ legs. 

James moans softly as he presses closer so Regulus kisses down his throat sucking hard below his jaw. James’ fingers tighten in his hair and his other hand comes to Regulus's neck. His thumb brushing over Regulus’s collarbones, over his windpipe.  Regulus groans, pressing in harder, his mind a scrambled pool of half formed thoughts. He wants everything james will give him, he wants, he want, he wants – 

Before he knows it he’s on his knees. The cobblestone presses sharp into his kneecaps hard enough to leave bruises 

“Look at me,” James’ voice is low, a strain on his words. He tangles his hands through Regulus’s curls and tugs his head back sharply. 

Regulus lets out a gasp as James towers over him. The sight of him is fathomless, all consuming. He tracks his eyes over James’ flushed cheeks and dark eyes and he can’t wait to make him fall apart. 

Regulus moves his hands forward cupping James hips. A breath punches out of James’ chest in a ragged gasp and he presses forward letting Regulus’ lips ghost over the rough fabric of his pants. Swiftly Reaches up, fumbling for a second with the clasp of James’ muggle jeans. 

Regulus can’t think, he’s lost in James’ smell, in the taste of his lips, in the sharp edges of his fingertips as they dig into his scalp. Finally Regulus gets the clasp open and pulls the fabric away to press a kiss to James’s delicate tan skin. 

He’s licking a strip across James’s abdomen when he pushes him away. 

He’s breathing like he’s run a mile. His hair curling over his forehead and Regulus feels his body twitch with the urge to get up and brush it back out of his face. James stares at him and Regulus feels shaky, sick to his stomach, uncertain in a way he hasn’t felt since he first walked in and saw James sitting at the bar. 

“Fuck,” James says roughly, hitting the wall behind him with his fist. 

Regulus wants to say something. He wants to tell him – what? To come back? That he won’t tell anyone? It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters because he’s on his knees in an alleyway and James Potter is pushing him away. 

James looks at the ground, his hands loose at his sides, his jaw tight. 

Right, Regulus has the sudden urge to laugh hysterically.  How could he have thought this would end any other way? This is how it goes. This is how it has always been. He pushes himself to his feet and they stand across from each other in silence. 

“I’m sorry,” James’ voice shakes, “Fuck, Reggie. I’m so so sorry.” 

Regulus takes one deep breath, then another. He swallows the lump in his throat. 

“I –,” James breaks off, a tear spills from his eyes and tracks down his cheek, “I want this, I want you. But I can’t –” his voice breaks, “I can’t do this. It’s too late. It’s too late and I wish it wasn’t.” 

“It’s okay,” Regulus says, and he hates himself. Hates himself for letting this happen. Hates himself for telling James Potter that it’s okay that he’s breaking his heart. 

“It’s not,” James says, “It’s not, and you don’t deserve this. I’m no good Reggie. I can’t do anything right –” He sags back against the brick wall as he dissolves into tears. 

“I get it,” Regulus steps back. His whole body feels numb. 

“You don’t,” James’s voice is wrecked, husky with sorrow at every syllable, “Regulus, Lily’s pregnant,” He pauses, wiping tears from his cheek, “It’s mine.” 

Regulus flinches back, his eyes blown wide, he doesn’t bother to conceal the shock on his face. 

“What the fuck James. That would have been a good thing to know half an hour ago,” He spits, his stomach a writhing pit of anger and sorrow. “Are you with her?” 

“I don’t know,” James murmurs, not making eye contact, “It’s complicated.” His voice is faint, small in a way that Regulus has never heard before. 

“James. Fuck. You never should have touched me.” Regulus is seconds away from breaking down; he can feel the tears build behind his eyes. 

“I know,” James’ tone is pleading now, “I’m sorry Reggie. I can’t tell you how sorry I am.” 

Regulus doesn’t know what to say. He watches in silence as James pushes himself up off the wall. 

“I’m sorry,” James repeats brokenly, “I’ll go.” 

Regulus almost stops him. Almost. 

Instead, he watches James walk slowly down the alley, his shoulders hunched, his silhouette fragile against the bright street lamps. 

All the almost’s they’ve ever had shimmer in the air between them. 

Regulus wants to remember, wants to forget all at the same time. 

i get bullied for the amount i post on tik tok but what they don’t understand is i film my videos for me. i love filming my marauders videos. my percy jackson vídeos. my book rec videos. i love filming the videos bc they make ME happy. idgaf what they think

—gifts for little brothers

pairing: regulus Black x sirius black (platonic)

summary: regulus had never once in his life received a christmas present until this morning

warnings: none

authors note: I wrote this ages ago lol

regulus was rather sad as he awoke on the morning of the 25th december. normally, every boy would be impatient and looking forward to this special day all december long. but christmas was nothing special in the black family.

at least not special regarding the wishes of a nine year old boy, such as regulus was one. he was dreading to stand up and get dressed. he hated these days. days on which special guests would visit the black house and join the festivities.

but to regulus' misfortune his mother, walburga black, held these events in a really high course. so she always made sure everything, especially her family, would be perfect when their guests arrived.

so just a few seconds after his awakening, a house elf knocked on the black wooden door to regulus' room.

„kreacher was told to make sure master regulus would be awake by now", the rather ugly-looking house elf spoke, as he lifted the curtains of regulus big window.

„thank you, kreacher. would you please tell my mother that im getting ready now?", the boy lifted his blanket and climbed out of his giant bed. When he was younger (about a year or two) he would use a small ladder to get in and out of it.

„of course, master regulus."

the elf turned around and made his way out of the room, just as regulus opened the door to his closet, to reveal the neat suit that was hanging on the back side of its door.

regulus sighed, again, knowing how formal and unrelaxed this day would go for him.

as regulus made his way out of the closet (no pun intended), formely dressed and ready, at that, he heard a soft knock at his door.

"yes?", asked regulus as he watched the door expectively. in marched his brother, formely known as sirius black.

"sirius!", regulus grinned as his brother closed the door quietly and made his way to the bed to sit down comfortably.

"hello regulus", sirius spoke. "how are you feeling this fine morning?"

"bored"

"no wonder", sirius adjusted his position. "mother is more stressed than last year, because a few special guests will come this year". sirius rolled his eyes so high, that regulus could only see the white in them.

"more special than last year?", regulus asked, worriedly, still remebering the unexpected visit of the prime minister from the year before and his mothers not so relaxed reaction to that. the brothers had to hide under a table the whole evening long, in fear to fall into the aroused hands of their mother.

"apparently" sirius sighed and rubbed his temple. "i can't wait to go to hogwarts and get out of all of this"

"you know that she will still make you come, right?", regulus asked

"of course, but atleast i don't have to put up with this the whole year. i will get a tiny bit of freedom and only come on the day of the festivity so i don't have to be present when this woman throws one of her tantrums."

"if only i could come with you"

"dont worry, little brother. its only one more year and than you can join me at hogwarts. but now, i have a little surprise for you"

regulus raised his eyebrows at sirius and sat down next to him on the large bed. "a surprise? what do you mean?"

"i mean this"

sirius reached into the pocket of his suit and took out a little box, messily wrapped in paper.

"what is this?", regulus asked

"its a present, reg. i read about it in a muggle book. this is what other kids get on christmas morning"

regulus brought the box up to his eyes to inspect it further.

in his nine years living, regulus arcturus black had never received a present. because of that he never got to know, what the term actually meant. he admired his brother for knowing all this, because he always knew things that regulus didn't. it was sirius big interest of knowledge, of freedom and the thought of knowing things his mother wouldn't let the teacher inflict on them.

regulus, on the other hand, wasn't like that. he never had enough bravery to do the things his mother didn't want him to. so adapted to everything he was allowed to do and tried to like it.

as regulus finally unwrapped the present a small amulette fell into his hands. as he opened it he could saw a picture of him and his brother on the right side and his full name and a rather weird looking painting at the left side.

"that is the star that you're named after, regulus", sirius spoke after he noticed the confusion on regulus' face.

regulus smiled. "thank you sirius. i like it very much". the nine year old let his arms fall to the sides of his brother and hugged him messily.

after this, the brothers stood up and made their way out of the door to finally face their mother and get in position for the arrival of their guests.

quietly, just for himself, regulus swore he would never forget, how his heart felt warm and his eyes started to fill with light tears, as sirius black gave him the first and only present he had ever received...

Prompt List

you can still ask for anything, but if you'd like you can now request imagines with these prompts (please not more than three at the same time)

"Don't follow me"

"you realise, that this was extremely stupid, right?"

"do you have to be such a know-it-all all the time?"

"its late, you should be asleep"

"don't act like I'm just some stranger"

"why are you crying?"

"do you wanna talk about it?"

"you are not the problem"

"stop pretending you're okay for a second, alright?"

"its just me, you can tell me"

"you know that I care about you, right?"

"you're crazy"

"stop acting like there's no one that cares about you. because that's simply not true"

"no one would care if I suddenly disappeared" - "I would"

"you're an idiot"

"of all people, you are in no position to criticise my life choices"

"so why did I have to punch this guy?"

"why are you always flirting in near death situations?"

"do you ever stop staring at me?" - no, not really"

"you always used to flirt in the most weird situations" - "yeah, but it got you to sleep with me, didn't it?"

A/N: these are all I have for now, there will be more added in the future :)

GUTS ! —(planned) masterlist

!!!the stories disappear onto my masterlists once they're finished!!!

bad idea, right?, james potter —there’s something intoxicating in the way that you and james just can’t keep away from each other ! (gn!reader)

the grudge, tasm!peter parker —when being spider—mans girlfriend becomes dangerous, peter makes a decision that breaks your heart ! (fem!reader)

love is embarrassing, james potter —everyone knew that james potter was in love with lily evans and everyone but you seemed to understand what that meant ! (fem!reader)

making the bed, stiles stilinski —while the world you once knew is burning to the ground, you feel as if you’re slowly losing your mind and slipping away from reality ! (gn!reader)

logical, anthony lockwood —there are mutual feelings in both your hearts, but there are mutual fears as well ! (fem!reader)

DAY 7: PLEASE COME HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

pairing: regulus black x fem!potter!reader

summary: when everything gets too bad, regulus has to place to stay. james isn’t happy about that though.

warnings: mention of a bad home life

note: this was so fun to write hehe!!

you had told him to come home to you if it would get too bad. he had said no many times, just like you had repeated your offer. you wanted him to know that he was welcome. and if you had to say it to him every day, you would. you knew regulus had too much pride to take your help. he loved you and he wanted to keep you out of his problems.

the relationship to you was different to everything he had ever had in his life before. he didn't want to ruin it.

you were calm and a total sunshine, you didn't belong in a world full of death and fear. you didn't belong in his world. he knew that. but he still couldn't keep away from you. so he tried to hide most of his home life from your sight.

which was harder than he had anticipated, considering his brother was living with you now. seemed like james had made him the same offer.

one evening on which you repeated the offer, he had looked at you concerned. "don't do that" he had said "that hero complex will get you killed someday" he had brushed through your hair "it's not wise to help people like sirius and i in a world where humans are killing for all the wrong reasons"

he didn't want to talk about anything else after that so you had just watched him drift to sleep, wondering which horrible things were plaguing his mind.

then came the christmas holidays and you had to split up. you tried everything to convinve him, but he wouldn't budge, never giving you another reason than what he had said to you that night.

it was christmas eve, when the doorbell rang and james went to get it. "black?" he asked confused, when he was met with a crumpled version of his best friends younger brother "what in the world are you doing here?"

regulus ignored the question "is y/n home?" he asked instead. you had walked out of your room when you heard the doorbell and when you heard his voice, you had immediately started walking down the stairs.

"reggie" you said concerned. before anyone could say another word, you gently pushed james out of the way and hugged your boyfriend. you knew that something had to be really wrong for him to show up here.

“they found the letters” regulus whispered “they made me choose, i didn’t know what do to”

“it’s alright” you said, trying to comfort him.

"what the fuck?" james asked. he was still standing beside you both while neither one even acknowledged his presence. he pulled you back by your shoulder. “what is going on?”

“regulus needs to stay” you simply said, without taking your eyes from the boy. you had never seen him cry before, but there were evident tear stains on his cheeks.

“what?” james asked, acting like he hadn’t understood you “why do you even know each other?”

“we’re dating” you turned your head to look at your brother “can we go in now?”

james was so stunned from the new information that he didn’t even protest when you gently walked regulus into the house. he quickly gathered back his consciousness though. he closed the door and was hot on your heels. “i’m not sure mum would allow this”

“are you kidding me right now?” you pointed to the couch for regulus to sit down. then you walked back to james, talking to him in a harsh whisper “you brought sirius here and he was allowed to stay, why wouldn’t regulus be?”

“because sirius isn’t my boyfriend?” james asked like it was obvious, why your situation was different to his.

“close to it, no?” you crossed your arms in frustration “look at him, james” and james did just that “he has nowhere else to go. i offered him a million times to stay with us and he always said no, there must be something very wrong for him to show up here. you know how they are, you know it better than me, i only know a few things and it’s bad enough”

james eyes softened as he looked between you and the boy. “you love him, don’t you?” he asked and you nodded your head.

“don’t make him leave” you pleaded “i’d do anything”

you knew james acted like that to protect you. he didn’t know regulus as well as you did. only the things sirius had told him and his younger brother was far from a hero in that.

“let me help him” you pleaded once again, because james didn’t answer you.

james knew that the blacks were horrible and he knew that you had the same right to help someone close to you as he did.

“okay” he nodded, hugging you. you sighed in relief. james watched as you darted across the room, kneeling in front of regulus. you spoke to him fast, and he smiled softly at you. james knew in that moment, that regulus felt the same for you as you did for him.

“was that my package?” a voice from the door asked. james looked towards the entry of the living room and saw sirius, munching on a rather gigantic sandwich.

“no” james said “but i think it somewhat belongs to you”

sirius looked at the couch and his eyes grew big. you had sat down beside regulus and were gently rubbing his back, while his head was laying on your shoulder.

“whoa” sirius just said and made both you and regulus look up “seems like someone else has inherited that potter hero complex. they’re always trying to save us, aren’t they, reggie?”

regulus smiled at you “i’m glad they are”

you smiled back and all was well. “at least we’re together for christmas now” you whispered to him. and it took a moment but then he smiled, a big toothy grin and he looked more like himself again.

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DAY 17: LET IT SNOW

pairing: regulus black x gn!reader

summary: regulus and the reader have a snowball fight

warnings: none

it had been snowing for days at this point and you had begged regulus to go outside with you for a week

even if he was a fan of winter, he didn’t like the cold as much

your begging had gotten the the point where it was hard for regulus to deny your request, so he eventually gave in

he had watched you put on your clothes and he had felt some excitement bubble in his chest at the thought of doing something that made you happy

he was surprised that you had a set of rules considering a good snowball fight, and it wasn’t going without a bit of work for you to be enjoyable

you told regulus that he had to build himself a little wall, behind which he could hide and store his snowballs

it took each of you about half an hour to build the wall and prepare some snowballs

as soon as the fight had started, regulus hated it, but he couldn't help but smile at the sound of your laughter the moment one of your snowballs hit his head

his hair had gotten damp fast, you were way better at this than he had anticipated, while he missed you every time

he declared you the winner after the fight had gone on for an hour

you got back onto your feet and walked into his direction. he grumbled as he noticed how disheleved he looked and how good you were still looking, so without a second thought, he had picked you up and gently let you fall into the snow

as soon as you both were back in the castle, you had changed your wardrobe and cuddled on the couch in front of the fire, snuck under a blanket

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DAY 18: HAPPY XMAS (WAR IS OVER)

pairing: platonic!marauders x reader

summary: you spend christmas in hogwarts, with your best friends

warnings: none

note: the marauders, featuring lily and marlene

the snow falling has soozed you into a deep sleep the night before. you had woken up with fuzzy socks on your feet and wearing a warm pyjama, which was just as christmas themed as your socks.

marlene and lily, who you were sharing a room with, had woken up around the same time as you did.

"good morning" lily had already been out of the bed by the time her eyes had fully opened.

"merry christmas" marlene yawned

"yes" you just nodded, not yet being able to speak in full sentences.

"we should hurry" lily said while taking a look at her wristwatch "the boys are probably already waiting"

"come on" marlene nodded "let's get down before they start to open presents without us"

you quickly hurried to the bathroom, each of you brushing their teeth, before you hurried downstairs. the boys were sitting on the couch, like you had predicted, on the verge of ripping open the presents

"there you are!" sirius called when he noticed you

"finally" james beamed and peter nodded enthusistically

remus rolled his eyes "we've been here for two hours" he took a look at the boys "they were angry i forbad them from waking you"

"you wouldn't have gotten up in the first place" you stuck out your tongue at james

"don't worry" he crossed his arms in mock offence "i have my ways"

"can we start now" peter was constantly moving in his seat, ready to jump to his feet and make a bee line for the presents

"yes, of course" lily said, while she made a teapot appear and a few mugs. she sat down in one of the armchairs and sipped her tea, like a mum who was watching her children on christmas morning.

like she was really your mum, you all reacted to her yes and quickly dulged under the tree, picking out the presents that were for you.

you had gotten a jane austen novel from lily, a pair new sneaker from james, a queen vinyl from sirius, a scarf from remus (a red one), some sweets and a charm bracelet from peter and some earrings from marlene.

you had thanked all of them individually, thankful for those presents, but also them knowing you so well.

later, your head was laying in marlene’s lap, while you and your friends played charade.

it was one of your favorite moments, down there in the common room.

the fire cracking and you and your friends laughing. you were the only gryffindors that had stayed bad and you couldn’t be happier to have the common room all to yourself.

especially once sirius decided to play your new vinyl and dance the night away…

misc masterlist

fluff (f), angst (a), suggestive (s), platonic (p), injury/ blood (w), funny (c)

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❛ 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 ❜

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𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 (2.7k)

gifts for little brothers <3 (0.9k) — regulus never got a gift before, this christmas sirius is about to change that (f,p)

dating regulus black (0.6k) — headcanons about being in a relationship with regulus black (f)

please come home for christmas (1k) — when everything gets too bad, regulus has to place to stay. james isn’t happy about that though. (f,a)

let it snow (0.3k) — regulus and the reader have a snowball fight (f)

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𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 (1.4k)

you gave me your word <3 (1.4k) — when voldemort comes to godrics hollow it's not james and lily who are home, but you (a,p,w)

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𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 (7.9k)

how you get the girl (2.5k) — the pogues don’t seem to be on the same page at dealing with your break up (f,a,c)

ballad of a homeschooled girl (1.4k) — social cues and parties were a new thing for you, luckily you met the party king right away (a,f,s)

get him back (1.8k) — after breaking up with jj you weren't sure if you would like to burn his house down or heavily make out with him (s,a,f)

the alchemy (2.2k) — all this time you thought jj was in love with kie, when it’s you he really wants (f,s)

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𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜 𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐲 (10.7k)

santa baby (0.7k) — you and isaac gift each other the perfect present during secret santa (f)

invisible string (2.7k) — the three times isaac and you realized that you were connected by an invisible string (f)

hits different (2.3k) — isaac and you both take way too long to realize the other likes you (f)

the prophecy (5k) — isaac fights to save your life while a terrible prophecy is set into motion (a,w)

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𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 (2.4k)

vampire (2.4k) — you tried to make him feel better, you really did, but love isn’t always able to heal everything (a)

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𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧 (2.2k)

would’ve, could’ve, should’ve (2.2k) — you try to deal with the loss and betrayal of luke castellan (a)

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𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 (2.1k)

i can fix him (no really i can) (2.1k) — jess got into another fight and you're about to clean his wounds, but he has other plans, tired of always answering your questions (f,s,c)

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𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐱 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 (1.3k)

ivy (1.3k) — you and knox are not allowed to be together, but can’t bare to be apart (f,a)

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