#fuck walburga

[starsmacabray]

i think that the reason the Black brothers had so many problems was because they developed opposite attachment styles. let me explain

sirius (avoidant/dismissive): he never had his parents to go to emotionally, so he grew up self regulating and in the end, he thinks he’s better off without being too close to anyone else. now there are the marauders and moony, but he is always the first one to pull back and disappear when things get complicated. it’s the only way he knows how to cope- leaving the house and reg, pushing remus away when things got complicated in the war, etc.

regulus: (anxious/ambivalent): here is where the big difference is- regulus wasn’t raised by his parents, he was raised by sirius. but at this point, sirius was already pulling away. he had the constant hot and cold from both his brother and his parents, and a lot of the times he felt that he was the cause. he did everything that he could to prove himself because that was the only way he was ever seen. this continued well into the future with his relationships with james, barty or whoever else. he is distant but it isn’t avoidant, it’s fear, and he breaks down when he thinks people will leave him again.

i think this is also what really separates the sirius and regulus kins, is these attachment styles (this is a callout but also said with love <3)

#anyway this is just a ramble #harry potter #marauders era #marauders fanfiction #regulus black #sirius black #the black brothers #black brothers angst #marauders #fuck walburga #walburga's a+ parenting #mac mumbles <3

[lionsheartreg]

Regulus: mother said we're not to cry

Sirius: that is because walburga is incapable of human emotion, you are 10 cry if you feel like it

#regulus black #sirius black #black brothers #the noble and most ancient house of black #fuck walburga #oh look i've stolen something again #this time from the salvatores which is just great #marauders incorrect quotes

[caramelapplesauce]

A Little Much Too Much

Sirius is overwhelmed (this is from a headcannon I posted a few weeks back).

warning: blood, overwhelming noises that lead to a breakdown, alluding to Walburga’s A+ parenting, panic attack. Take care of yourself please <3

Sirius woke up to the sound of the door opening and slamming shut. He was instantly transported back to Grimmauld’s place. 

His breath caught in his throat. He made his way downstairs as quick as he could to avoid getting yelled at by Walburga for sleeping in late. He knew he wasn’t supposed to but he was having the best dream and he never wanted to wake up. He knew that she would be mad if he slept in. He knew that they had a charity gala to go to and that he was to be ready when she got back. He knew all of these things and yet he still decided to sleep in. He knew he was going to get in trouble. 

He walked out to the foyer and his brain finally caught up to him and realized that he was not at Grimmauld’s place at all. He was at the Potter’s house. 

“You’re safe.” He thought to himself. 

“You’re safe. You’re safe. You’re safe.” He kept repeating it inside his head, even saying them under his breath but his body wasn’t responding. Fleamont and James were laughing loudly, while Euphemia was raising her voice so that she could be heard over their boisterous voices. Their words were swimming in his head and he kept trying to tell himself that he was safe but his head kept coming back to the slamming of the door, and the raised voices, and what came after. He was suddenly angry and terrified and feeling too much. He was scratching at his skin, trying to relieve some of the feeling he was feeling but nothing was working. He walked into the kitchen and saw the broomstick that James and him were going to fly on later. He went right up to it and snapped in half and oh? Oh! That was it. All of the noises were swirling in his brain. He still couldn’t hear anything past the raised voices and the slamming of doors and Walburga’s scream shouts and the swishing of a wand and the pain that was supposed to come next that didn’t come. 

He went further into the kitchen and picked up a potted plant. He threw it to the ground, shattering it, making the pieces of the clay pot spill everywhere. He went over to the glass jar that held Euphemia’s famous snickerdoodles. He picked it up and threw it on the ground, accidentally getting glass stuck in his foot. And there it was. The feeling he needed. The pain that was supposed to follow all the yelling, and the slamming doors, and Sirius sleeping in. 

He slid down onto the floor, taking hold of his food and trying to breathe properly. He tried taking a deep breath but it kept catching in his lungs and not providing enough oxygen. There was only the pain of not having enough air in his lungs and the blood that was pouring out of his cut foot, and yet all he could think about was the yelling and the doors and the swishing of a wand. 

Suddenly, there was a hand on his shoulder and a finger on his chin, tilting it up to meet the twin grey eyes of his brother. His brother. 

“Regulus.” breathed Sirius He was properly sobbing now so his voice didn’t reach any louder than a whisper.  

“Shh, it’s okay. Breathe with me, alright? Follow me.” Regulus took Sirius’s hand in his and placed it over his heart. Sirius felt his brother’s heartbeat under his hand. Regulus took a deep breath in and out and Sirius tried following as best as his frantically beating heart allowed. They did this until Sirius was finally able to do it successfully three full times. He immediately pulled Regulus into a hug. 

“I-I- the plant, and the cookies, and the broom. Oh. I-I-I didn’t mean to. I didn’t mean to.” Sirius was frantically whispering, scared of the retribution he was going to get from ruining the Potter’s kitchen. 

“Shh, shh,” Regulus whispered into his hair, “You’re safe. You are okay. Nobody is mad; they just wanted to make sure you were safe.” All Sirius could do was nod his head and clutch tighter on to Regulus. He was safe. 

He was safe.

#i am sincerely hoping this makes sense #this was based on something that happened to me #but a bit more exaggerated #Sirius Black #panic attack #the marauders #marauders era #hp marauders #regulus black #the black brothers #angst with a happy ending #fuck walburga #Harry Potter #the potter family

[mydarlingdearestdead]

Sirius is tiny and everyone makes fun of her for it.

But so is Regulus.

#regulus black #sirius black #black family #fuck jkr #fuck jk rowling #hp #harry potter #marauders era #the marauders era #the marauders #marauders #walburga's a+ parenting #sirius orion black #regulus arcturus black #genderfluid sirius black #genderfluid sirius my beloved #trans regulus black #the noble and most ancient house of black #wolfstar #starchaser #jegulus #sunseeker

[thebibutterflyao3]

Some days I’m haunted by the fact that Walburga didn’t have to change her name when she married Orion. It’s bad enough that they were direct blood-related cousins, but that seems somehow worse.

#the marauders #walburga black #orion black #that’s some fucked up genetics right there #jkr is ridiculous for making Sirius and Regulus absurdly good looking

[northlt]

Imagine Sirius just pretending he can’t see Orion and Walburga after Regulus comes out as trans because he keeps insisting that they’re TRANS-PARENT

#NO BUT THATS SOMETHING HE WOULD TOTALLY DO #marauders #regulus black #sirius black #marauders era #hogwarts #dead gay wizards #sirius kinnie #zeppazariel #the marauders #crimson rivers #dead gay wizards from the 70s #ftm trans #marauders headcanon #jegulus #james potter #sirius orion black #orion black #reggie: oh and also i’m gay as fuck for james potter walburga: shocked pikachu face #walburga black

[marvelomadness06]

Kreature: *speaking to Ron, Harry and Hermione* Master Regulus nursed me back to health, and ordered me to take him back to the cave, so that he could steal the locket

*looking down from the afterlife*

Sirius: So you’re telling me… that you betrayed and stole from the most powerful Tyrant that the wizarding world has ever seen…. Because he almost poisoned that ugly ass little cretin-

Regulus: yes

Sirius: but when I, your BROTHER begged you to leave with me when mummy dearest beat me within half an in inch of my life… you did jack shit.

Regulus: …

Regulus: oh fuck off Sirius Mother was far more terrifying then the Dark Lord and you know it-



#marauders #afterlife #regulus redemption #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #wolfstar #regulus black #harry potter #gryffindor #slytherin #you know who #incorrect marauders #walburger and onion are pricks #fuck walburga black #walburga's a+ parenting #black brothers

[n0blefl0wer]

Reggie Crochet Headcanon

Strap in and strap on for my latest trans regulus headcanon!!

W*lburga (transphobic cunt) tried to instill traditionally “feminine” traits into regulus from an early age, forcing regulus into the role of a “good pure blood girl” 🤮

One of the ways she tried to achieve this was by teaching Reggie to crochet. Unlike most of W*lburga’s attempts, Reggie actually took to crocheting and it’s one of the things that got him through the toughest times in his life.

Remus also crochets, and it’s something that the two of them bonded over. Remus knits too, much to Regulus’ astonishment (he’s tried so many times to knit, but just can’t get the hang of it)

He eventually taught all of the skittles, and they (and Remus) all have crochet gossip sessions once a week.

Regulus makes stuff for all of his friends and loved ones. Dorcas’ favorite top is a gold and green crochet bralette Reggie made in fifth year. Pandora loves her periwinkle shawl. For Remus’ bar mitzvah, regulus gave him a set of yarmulkes, and for his fifteenth birthday, reggie gave him a cardigan with moons and stars embroidered all along the sleeves, enchanted to glisten as he moved. Sirius would never admit it, but the worn out maroon fingerless gloves he wears every winter were made by a 9 year old Reggie.

When Regulus and Sirius fled Grimauld Place to go to the Potters’, he drowned Effie and Monty in handmade gifts.

James was the last of the friend group to receive anything from Reggie. He tried his hardest not to take it to heart, but James is such a people pleaser, and overthought it for years. It wasn’t until the first Gryffindor quidditch match after they got together that regulus gave James the gloves he made 5 years prior. The blue-grey gloves bore a striking resemblance to Regulus’ eyes and were enchanted to keep James’ hands warm and an extra gripping charm to help James grip the broom, allowing him to fly one handed much easier. It took James a while to find, but embroidered in silver thread on the inside of each cuff was “R.A.B. + J.F.P.”

#marauders #marauders era #dead gay wizards #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #sirius black #dorcas meadowes #remus lupin #trans regulus #platonic moonwater #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders headcanon #regulus loves to crochet #walburga's a+ parenting #walburga bashing #fuck walburga black #jewish remus lupin #jewish marauders

[incorrectwolfstar]

not wolfstar or jegulus but i couldn’t pass this one up

sirius: i started crying earlier because i had to analyse a poem about a good father but it was really hard to answer because i don’t have that experience lol

regulus: we don’t have the facilities for that

#the black brothers #sirius and regulus #sirius and regulus black #wolfstar #incorrectwolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #the marauders #incorect quote #sirius black x remus lupin #sirius x remus #incorrect marauders quotes #incorrect remus lupin #walburga black #orion black #walburga's a+ parenting #these kids are fucked

[allyeardepression]

@jegulus-microfic | march 23 coward | words: 1802

this one’s sad (i think). let me know what you think; enjoy;3

tw: child abuse, torturing, mentions of blood

Regulus Black has always been a coward.

It started when he was four and broke an old vase while playing with Sirius. Their mother stormed into the room, screaming like the mad woman she was. She asked which one of them did it, and Regulus froze.

He didn’t know what to expect of her, so he just stood there, looking at Walburga with wide eyes, until Sirius ever so confidently said, “C'était moi, Maman.” Regulus tried to deny it; he really wanted to tell her that it was him and not Sirius, but he couldn't get a word out as the first Crucio hit his brother. He watched as his best friend, his guardian angel, twisted in painful convulsions, screaming loudly.

When Walburga decided it was enough after almost a minute of torturing her son, she withdrew her wand and wordlessly fixed the shuttered vase. As she left the room, Regulus kneeled next to Sirius, helping him stand up and leading him to Regulus’ room.

He tried to make Sirius feel better, but the whole time he spent next to his brother, a quiet voice in his head was repeating over and over: You didn't even try to help him, coward.

It kept happening until the boys went to Hagwats. Unfortunately, when Regulus sat on the stool and the Sorting Hat covered his eyes, he became a coward again.

“Don't be afraid,” said the old hat. “You have so much courage, why would you suddenly be stressed?”

“I'm not brave. If I were brave, I would ask you to put me in Gryffindor so I could be with Sirius. But I saw what happened to him when you sorted him there, so instead, I'll ask you to put me in Slytherin like the rest of my family.” Regulus said it in a quiet voice full of panic.

The hat hummed appreciatively on his head. “This is the bravery I'm talking about,” and then a loud “SLYTHERIN!”

The boy looked at his brother with a sad, apologetic expression on his face, hoping the older boy would understand. Coward, coward, coward, said the voice he had heard in his head almost every day since he was four years old.

Years passed and everything stayed the same: Sirius still protected him from their parents, getting worse punishments every time, and he was still a coward who couldn’t help his own brother. Until one night, when Regulus was fifteen and decided he could.

There was a big fight between Sirius, Orion, and Walburga. At first, they were just talking passive aggressively, but as time went on, plates and spells started flying around the room. At one point, Regulus heard Sirius screaming in pain, as if someone were flaying him, and then everything went quiet. He just heard the door to his father’s study open and close before he ran down the stairs he had been standing on for the past thirty minutes.

The sight Regulus found as he entered the room almost made him vomit. Sirius lay on the floor in a pool of blood, his chest rising and falling frantically, and that’s when Regulus decided his brother would no longer suffer for him.

He picked Sirius up and led him to the nearest fireplace. Knowing Sirius and Potter were close, Regulus threw Floo Powder into the chimney and loudly said Potter Manor, pushing his brother into green flames and watching him disappear.

Hearing the loud sound of Floo departure, his parents almost ran downstairs to find him standing next to the fireplace with a wand in his hand.

“Where is he?” Walburga hissed at him, followed by Orion’s murderous look.

Regulus swallowed thickly, and with a trembling voice, he replied, "Somewhere, you can’t hurt him anymore.”

He just saw his father raise his wand before everything went black.

•••

When he returned to Hogwarts in September, he wasn’t expecting to see James Potter standing on the platform alone, looking like he was waiting for someone. As Barty laughed obnoxiously next to him, the Gryffindor raised his head slightly. When he noticed Regulus, the boy’s eyes sparkled a little, and he started walking in his direction. Regulus stopped then and told his friends he'd catch up to them later.

“Hi,” James said sheepishly, and Regulus tried his best not to jump out of his skin.

“What do you want, Potter?” he asked, trying to sound confident but failing thanks to his high-pitched voice. The Gryffindor looked at him with a small smile, righting his glasses in what seemed like a nervous gesture.

“I wanted to thank you. For what you did for Sirius, I mean,” James’ voice was a little shaky, like the mare thought of what he saw that night made him want to cry. “And, well, how are you? I know from Sirius what kind of monsters they are, so how are you holding up?” the boy added quickly, seeming afraid Regulus would dismiss him.

And in other circumstances, he would probably tell him to fuck off and go away. But he decided he wasn’t a coward anymore, so instead, Regulus took a deep breath and looked into James’ eyes.

“To be completely honest with you, I’m not holding up. The way they treat me is fucked, but I prefer that over seeing this happen to Sirius. I assume your family helped him at least a bit, and I'm really grateful for that. If he doesn’t want to see me, tell him I miss him and I’m sorry.” As he said that last word, he wanted to leave and get back to his friends, but a gentle yet firm hand stopped him.

“If you—um,” James started, clearing his throat several times before he continued. “If you’d need to talk about it, or smush something, or—or anything really—come find me. I owe you for what you did for Pads.” His eyes were glistening with unshed tears and honesty.

Regulus smiled slightly and promised to seek out James if he needed it.

The first time Regulus sent an owl to the older boy was in the second week of October. The last six weeks have been hard but bearable. On Monday, October 7th, he received a letter from his mother, telling him she went through his room and found one of Sirius' vinyls hidden under the mattress. She attached a photograph to the letter; on it, Bowie's Diamond Dogs record was being eaten by blue flames. On the other side of the photo, written in neat cursive, were the words, 'If I find one more, you will end up like this'. His mother was mental; he couldn’t be sure she wouldn’t do that.

So, Regulus wrote a short note, 'Meet me in the abandoned classroom on the third floor after supper?' and sent it to Potter. As the older boy received the note on Tuesday’s morning, Regulus could see him looking for him in the sea of students. When their eyes finally met, James just nodded with determination written all over his face.

That’s how Regulus found himself sitting on the windowsill in an empty room, watching stars while waiting for his brother’s best friend to show up.

When he finally did, James took a place opposite Regulus on the windowsill and waited patiently for the younger boy to say something.

“My mother sent me a letter,” Regulus said after a while. He took it out of the back pocket in his trousers and handed it to James. The Gryffindor read it fast and took a deep, slightly shaky breath as he looked at the picture.

“Do you think—"

“She’s crazy, so I assume she means it,” Regulus replied, still looking at the stars. James shifted a little and put a hand on his gently. Regulus nodded once, letting the older boy take his hand in a soothing gesture.

After that night, it happened at least once each week: they sat there, sometimes talking, sometimes in complete silence. Regulus liked it. James never pushed him to say something he didn’t want to; he just waited patiently until Regulus felt comfortable enough to tell him on his own. He always took Regulus’ hand to ease the younger boy’s nerves. At some point, the hand-holding turned into James holding him close to his chest, which turned into small kisses on his nose, cheeks, and forehead, and eventually even that changed, turning into real kisses; it all felt so good. Regulus felt so good.

In December, a few days before Christmas break, they met again. Regulus couldn’t sleep the whole week leading up to the break, afraid of what would happen when he was back at Grimmauld Place.

“You don’t have to go there,” James whispered into his ear, rubbing soothing circles on Regulus’ bicep. They were sitting on their windowsill, cuddling; it was peaceful, made Regulus calm down a bit. “You can come to my place. Sirius would be so happy to spend Christmas with you. And my parents would love to have you there; they said that themselves,” he continued.

Regulus turned his head slightly to see the other’s eyes. “You spoke to your parents about me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The older boy smiled crookedly, saying, “Of course, what if you’ll say yes to this idea and they’re not prepared?” Reg laughed quietly at that answer.

He started thinking about it—spending Christmas in a house where he wouldn’t have to worry about being beaten up if he said the wrong thing—with his brother and James, which sounded oh so very good. But on the other side were his parents. He was scared they would find him and take him back, punishing him like never before.

“I can’t,” he said, the sadness almost palpable in his voice. “They would kill me for that.” James just held him tighter at that.

They fell into thick silence, both thinking about a solution to their problem.

“You know,” James started after some time. “We could write them a letter. Threaten them that you will go to the Wizengamot about the abuse and violence against you and Sirius if they even try to find you.”

“That wouldn’t work,” he replied. “They have half the Wizengamot under their thumb.”

“Yeah, but my parents are friends with the minister,” James smiled at him.

So when Regulus returned to his dormitory that night, he wrote a letter to his parents, saying exactly what he needed to say. As he finished, he sprinted to the owlery and sent it before he could change his mind.

Two days later, Regulus received the Howler. Hearing his mother's angry voice made his heart sink, but when he realized there was a scared tone in her voice that he would actually testify against her in the Magical Court, he knew he had won. He was free from her.

translation: It was me, mom

#walburga's a+ parenting #she’s fucked up honestly #jegulus #dead gay wizards #james potter #james x regulus #regulus black #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus microfic #marauders #the marauders #hogwarts #angst #angst/comfort

[soup-of-the-daisies]

dunno why but orion black slapping the ‘best protective spells known to wizardkind’ on grimmauld place prompts the image of him knowing sirius ran away the moment sirius made the decision. like the house wakes him up all “MASTER!! MASTER THERE IS A DISTURBANCE!!” so orion goes to sirius’ room in his snork mimimi nightshirt and makes direct eye contact with his oldest son. who is halfway through the window with his school trunk and an ancient broom orion’s quite certain he bought for himself when he turned 23. and sirius lifts his middle finger to his mouth shush and flip orion off simultaneously and orion simply turns back around and goes back to bed. because that’s fair and most importantly something to deal with when he isn’t still half drunk from his nightly nightcap.

#sirius isn’t it breakfast (or anywhere in the house) the next morning #walburga is freaking out because what do you MEAN sirius is gone kreacher?? orion do you know where our son is??? #and orion’s like ‘i’ve no idea dearest’ because it’s true #sirius black #orion black #the noble and most ancient house of black #i like it when orion (neglectful absent father) doesn’t actually give one flying fuck what his kids do #as long as they use their brain properly #like oh sirius you like the mudbloods now? whatever just be clever about it #ah regulus you want to join the dark lord and die horrifically? sure have fun #deep down he cares but on the whole he’s got no interest on what they’re doing whatsoever #he’s the type of dad who forgets your birthday and the way your name is spelled #he didn’t even want kids he just had to have them bc of tradition #meanwhile walburga is screaming her head off in outrage ♥️ and orion goes and locks himself in his study #at least the family ledgers give him less of a headache

[im-not-cannon]

You can not tell me this did not happen

Black Brothers: Playing sad french music, while drunk, and touring the wardrobes they were trapped in at Grimmauld place. Sirius: Remember when mother left me in there for like the whole summer?? *laughs Regulus: oh yea she made me sit in there when you got into Gryffindor!*laughs too Sirius: we never figured out where the blood-curling screams came from... James & Remus: WTF

#jegulus #wolfstar #black brothers #childhood trauma #walburga black #a+ parenting #like wtf wally?? #siriusly #sirius lol #reg done with everyone #james being like fuck you wally #remus being remus #we need more fluff from black brothers

[imsiriuslyreading]

bro i found out i have an ancestor named Septimus. which branch of the Black family tree am i sitting on rn

#what the everloving fuck #walburga baby what is u doin #lanas crying again #harry potter fanfiction #sirius black

[herbologygreenhouse]

The black brothers.

#the black brothers #regulus black #sirius black #noah kahan #youre gonna go far #the noble and most ancient house of black #walburga's a+ parenting #marauders era #marauders #black brothers angst #sirius and regulus #incorrect marauders quotes #jegulus #wolfstar #fuck jkr #regulus when Sirius left

[motherfuckingmaneater]

Obsessed with how you portray father Cygnus (I hate black sisters abuse theories) please give us all your headcannons for him!

You and me both, anon! My headcanons list for daddy warbucks is ENDLESS so here are a good chunk. Enjoy!

 ◜    ۞    ◞   he’s a Black through and through. Tall, broad, grey eyes, black hair, classically handsome even as he gets older and older. Behind Tom Riddle he was certainly one of the most handsome boys at school despite that he’s 2 years younger than Tom. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   his best subjects were arithmancy, astronomy and alchemy. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   his magical expertise is astounding — of course it is, he’s a Black — he can recall histories of ancient lineages in his sleep and he practices rune mapping regularly. His skin is littered in runes, though admittedly, not as deeply as Orion’s is. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   like all Blacks he relies on his name more than anything else. They’re arrogant but they’re not show-offs like the Malfoys. They’re haughty but not snooty like the Rosiers. More than anything he knows how steeped in ancient and dark magic the Blacks are and he draws on that heavily, investing himself deeply in their unique, powerful, dark magic. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   he also loves hunting (muggle hunting is a favourite), wizards chess, collecting dark artefacts — which he’s been doing for as long as he can remember, having ludicrously expensive things imported from all over the world. It was a hobby of his fathers which he shared interest in. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   Speaking of his dad, he and Pollux had a lot in common but Pollux’s pride and joy was always Walburga.

 ◜    ۞    ◞   Pollux pushed him for a career in magical law with the Ministry. Irma wanted him to become an alchemist. Alchemy was his passion, a passion he later shares with his eldest daughter, Bellatrix. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   He excelled in magical law enforcement anyway, taking additional studies to become a magilawyer. He climbs quickly in the Ministry, moving from junior to senior within the space of about four years. By the age of 30 he’s the head of magical law enforcement, the youngest wizard in Ministry history to reach that position. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   For a long time he remains magilawyer primarily keeping purebloods out of Azkaban and supporting the imprisonment of mudbloods. Yes he’s a corrupt wizard, no he does not care. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   he’s heir (English side, Orion is the French side’s heir) to the wealthiest family in the world. He has more gold than he knows what to do with. When he returns from the continent he invests it heavily in Lord Voldemort, who he’s always thought has absolutely the right ideas about blood purity and whom he genuinely admires (despite that he was not invited to become a knight at school). 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   Cygnus refuses to take the mark unlike many of his former classmates. Voldemort would’ve killed him for refusing him but Cygnus is useful and loyal despite his refusal to play destroy for him. Voldemort immediately uses him for keeping his death eaters out of prison if they’re ever caught, which isn’t often — and for writing new rules into the law systems of magical Britain. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   he and Druella were a love match, though she is his complete opposite. His father approved of the match (she’s a good standing pureblood witch after all) but his mother didn’t and wanted him to marry a Black, likely his cousin Lucretia. She relented because of Walburga, who made the point of — what does it matter? His children will still be Blacks. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   onto his babies!!! He’s very very proud to be a girl dad. He adores his three witches, every single one of them is the absolute light of his life and he understands them completely. He gets Bellatrix’s adventurous mind and rebellious spirit, he gets Andromeda’s academic mind and quirky spirit, he gets Narcissa’s pristine mind and sweet spirit. He adores them for their uniqueness and very much encourages them to explore and pursue their passions.

 ◜    ۞    ◞  baby Narcissa curled up on his chest is guaranteed to make him fall asleep within seconds. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   Druella definitely marks him down as the reason Bellatrix takes the mark and Andromeda becomes politically minded against their way of life. Cygnus takes none of the blame because his girls have always been single-mindedly passionate to what they believe in.  

 ◜    ۞    ◞   Andromeda’s leaving wounds him deeply, but only furthers his closeness to Bellatrix and Narcissa, remaining very much a deep and fixed part of their lives. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   he’s daddy as fuck. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   100% Alphard was his best friend. He did not approve of him being disowned for giving Sirius gold, though he did heavily disapprove of Sirius’s actions against the family. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   Walburga is the love of his life, he adores his big sister though he finds her intolerable at times (as all siblings do). He bends over backwards for her and does it without thinking twice. He is also exceptionally protective of her — cut to Cygnus decking Orion in the face for calling her a stuck up bitch and Walburga telling him she ‘wanted to do that herself!’

 ◜    ۞    ◞   Narcissa has done him the most proud for her family values and her integrity.

 ◜    ۞    ◞   Bellatrix has done him the most proud for her strength, ability, power and position in society.

 ◜    ۞    ◞   he approved of Bellatrix being taught magic by Voldemort when she’s 15 — after all, she’s practically a child and Voldemort is older than him what’s the worst that could happen? 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   He didn’t realise how in love with him she was until he hears them conversing when she’s 19 and engaged to Rodolphus Lestrange. He didn’t mean to listen in, but he overhears her begging him not to marry her to Rodolphus and take her instead. He says no but that it won’t change things between them, she’ll always be his first. It stilts Cygnus entirely and he leaves quickly. He never shares what he hears with anyone, even Bellatrix.

 ◜    ۞    ◞   he finds out about Orion and Bellatrix’s affair first. He finds them asleep together when they’re in Orion’s home in France. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   if he could, he’d have had her marry Sirius and keep the Black family name. As it is, he was too young for her and also she seems dead set against having children anyway — and he doubts Sirius could change her mind, so he relents against his preferences for her marriage. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   as for Rodolphus I have two ideas for how this could go: either way he loves his son in-law, they have an excellent relationship and they’re both dangerously protective of Bellatrix. 1. Rodolphus and Bellatrix have been best friends since their childhood, it makes sense they marry each other. Bellatrix doesn’t mind so much, he’d make for an easy enough match and she does seem to adore the wizard. It’s an easy engagement, easy marriage, and they make a beautiful couple. 2. Rodolphus is Cygnus and Voldemort’s age, a former peer of theirs. Rodolphus never marries and never shows he’s interested in Bellatrix. Bellatrix expresses her interest in him directly to a very surprised but perfectly pleased Cygnus who agrees he’s an exceptional wizard and would make for a brilliant husband. Plus if Orion proves anything, he knows his girl has always liked her older wizards. They court for some time, get engaged within a year and married in the next — again they make a beautiful couple. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   he is not keen on Lucius Malfoy despite that he seems to dote on Narcissa and bend to her every whim. Narcissa deserves far better — but honestly no one would be good enough for his most precious girl, so fine.

 ◜    ۞    ◞   He knew about Bellatrix and Voldemort’s affair and did everything in his power to keep it from ruining his daughter’s reputation which he felt she was being reckless about. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   he tried to talk her out of it multiple times but it only seemed to further her closeness to Voldemort and Voldemort’s iron-tight grip on his daughter. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   one day when he finally confronts him, Voldemort says if he wanted to make his pretty little daughter his personal whore he would, and who would stop him? Certainly not Cygnus Black. Cygnus (in his very characteristically Black temperament) pulled all Black funding from under Voldemort’s feet and found himself on the other end of Voldemort’s wand. When Cygnus refused to relent despite the threat of death, Voldemort turned his wand onto Bellatrix. He had the choice — continue giving him the gold he wanted or lose his heiress. He didn’t think he could actually kill her given how close they were and how heavily involved with everything Bellatrix was (and quite frankly, how obsessed and possessive of Bellatrix Voldemort appeared to be) but Cygnus complied.

 ◜    ۞    ◞   he once more risked Voldemort’s wrath by demanding the man at least have the decency to marry his daughter when he gets her pregnant. Voldemort only laughed and Cygnus lost what little respect for him he had left after that. Though he continues supporting the cause, he actively avoids Voldemort unless he can’t. Even then, he speaks to him with a candour and freeness no one else (except Walburga and Pollux) seem able to. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   Despite that, he absolutely adores his little granddaughter (more than his grandson, sorry Draco). Delphini means the world to Cygnus and he’s grateful to Walburga for legitimising her. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞  the most devoted, hands-on grandfather you will ever come across. Absolutely spoils his girl rotten just like he did her mother.

 ◜    ۞    ◞  he continues hunting well into his older age, almost always solely with Bellatrix. It hurts him just a little she goes with Voldemort more than him. During the height of the war he never sees her without him nor him without her. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   he loses his job when he fights for Bellatrix’s release from Azkaban prison. He’s disbarred and revoked of his positions and titles. He’s heart broken and inconsolable at his daughter’s imprisonment, his most beautiful, shining star chained behind bars. He misses her beyond belief and not Walburga, Druella or Narcissa are able to pull him from his grief.

 ◜    ۞    ◞   he dies from the heartbreak of losing Bellatrix to Azkaban and then soon after, Walburga’s death. No one is with him when he passes, but his hand is tight around the picture he keeps of Bellatrix with him all the time. Delphini takes the picture and keeps it herself. 

#fuck your black sisters abuse theories #cygnus black is DADDY #cygnus black #the black family #bellatrix black was not abused #the most noble and ancient house of black #maneaters headcanons and studies #walburga black #narcissa black #bellatrix black #orion black #druella rosier #sirius black #andromeda black #the black sisters #hp fandom #toujours pur

[saintchaser]

walburga’s eyes were sunk in anger, of faux superiority and betrayal.

she bitterly thought of sirius. sirius, who burned bright and scorching, much like his namesake. with so much passion, so bright it blinded, so warm it burned, him and everyone around him.

she thought she wouldn’t burn, though. because she was his mother, bitter flesh of hers, blue blood and aristocratic spirit that she held onto so dearly. she was cold, though, and that was the difference between her and her son; her eyes spoke of nothing but a hollow, caged woman, while his were of freedom and disobedience.

she was dead; not physically, because she was as alluring and bright as she had ever been, but her body did bot belong to her, but to her name. deep within her, she was a lost woman, a woman that had wanted to escape, and had rotted away for the sake of her family.

sirius, on the other hand, had other plans for himself. he had always been so stubborn, always getting his way. maybe walburga was to blame for that, as sirius was the broken glass, the shattered mirror, of what she had been.

he was the version of walburga that she could have been, in another life, in another universe, where stars can shine until they burn away, and then, they are free. but she shall burn for eternity, for that is a ode to her family, to her absent father, to her unloving mother.

sirius would hurt himself and destroy everything he had ever been given, if that meant he were to escape. walburga, quietly, admired and resented him at the same time, the very bitterness that was passed through generations.

she had thought her son would be hers forever, but when did he become someone else’s son, and when did the mother and son rot into strangers of resentment? when did they turn against each other, enemies of the same blade?

sirius looked up to her, with dark, poisoned love, or at least that was what she thought. spite kept both of them alive, and the thought that, no matter what would happen, there would always be a figment of the son that would long for his mother, and a figment of the mother that would miss her son.

they were both sinners, after all, were they not?

#nai this is a dedication of undying love for you and i really hope you like it because this truly is an ode to you #anyways these two are so complicated and OH MY FUCKING GOD. breathes in and out and then explodes #sirius black #walburga black #sirius&walburga #my writing