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sstarmoon · 15 days

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Can you imagine how happy Euphemia was when she found out that her son and Regulus were getting married? She had taken Regulus into her home when he was still a boy, so hurt, so vulnerable. She practically took him and Sirius into her arms, raising them as if they were her own children, loving them as if they were her own children.

She wasn't stupid, she knew her son; James had been born to her after all. And she knew her boy was in love. She saw it in her boy's eyes every time Regulus was around. The woman didn't want to squirm in her wisdom, but with a smirk on her face, she knew those two would end up together. And she couldn't help but feel proud and somewhat mischievous of herself when, just after James had turned twenty, asked Regulus to marry him.

She had suspected that her boy was up to something; James had been working twice as hard since he graduated. She, worried, seeing her son come home tired every night, tried to reassure him; telling him that there was no need, that he would never lack anything at home. Oh, little she know that James was saving to buy a ring, and to pay the first installment of the house he was going to buy for himself and Regulus.

Despite that, she did knew they would eventually get married. What she didn't expect was that they would give her grandchildren so soon.

When James and Regulus announced it, right after having lunch together, she was speechless, she just couldn't speak. She then looked at Regulus, seeking confirmation. He had a soft smile on his face, and when Euphemia looked down, she saw a barely noticeable baby bump under Regulus' clothes and that's when she started crying. Oh, how she loved that boy. And although she always considered Regulus part of her family, this was different. She hugged him, so tight, crying into the poor boy's clothes. Regulus hugged her back, feeling so overwhelmed, no one had ever hugged him like that. He cried too, he couldn't help it. Everything was so overwhelming and so beautiful. She took the boy's face in her hands; she always thought Regulus was a very beautiful boy. And now he was hers; part of her family. Regulus had just given her the most beautiful gift that only he could give her, and Euphemia was never going to let him go. He was her boy too.

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isabel-lillah · 11 days

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Regulus thought James was weirdly chill about the fact that his first kiss was Barty, one of his best friends, his roommate, the guy he is in (physical) contact with on a daily basis

but then he finds out James's first kiss was Sirius

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siriusthirdcousin · 7 months

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regulus is the type of person to never back down from a fight or take back what he said, even when his words are misconstrued

regulus: i don’t like your outfit

sirius, dramatically: ARE YOU SAYING YOU HATE MY GUTS AND WANT ME DEAD? THATS SO MEAN, REGULUS!!

regulus, shrugging: well yes, i’m just being honest

#regulus black #marauders #marauders era #regulus headcanon #sirius black #slytherin skittles #the emeralds #jegulus #hp marauders #regulus and sirius #regulus black headcanons #regulus being regulus #regulus black headcanon #sirius and regulus #black brothers headcannon #black brothers

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e-regcanswim · 11 days

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HI HI <3 i am here to ask for your favorite jegulus, or just james or just regulus hcs!!! AND what are your favorite tropes for jegulus fics?

Hi, thank you so much fo the ask<333 I'm so so sorry it took me this long to answer, i've been busy and i wanted to really think this, so these are some of my favoutites

James

he has antlers tattooed to his hips

he's latino (from monty's side)

loves ABBA

also loves spicy food

prefers hot chocolate over coffee or tea

Regulus

is autistic

has freakishly cold hands

picks/scratches his skin when anxious

pandora is his absolute bff

wears only silver

trans

Starchaser

regulus is the big spoon

they're both really flirty but get flustred just as easily

both very kinky

regulus big shirt small pants and james small shirt big pants

any deaf regulus and coda james hcs

for the tropes i love literally everything, there's too many to pick just one (:

#e-regcanswim answers #marauders #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus headcanon #james potter headcanon #regulus black headcanon

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karistiltskin · 2 months

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i wanna talk about how james always just… grabs regulus’ face and kisses him.

when he has nothing to say in response to something regulus said (most likely unhinged): grabs his face and kisses him

when he thinks regulus is being adorable: grabs his face and kisses him

when regulus is fuming and going on a rant (looking absolutely beautiful): grabs his face and kisses him

in response regulus always does one of two things.

1) melts into the kiss because it’s james and james is a very passionate kisser

2) pushes him away and goes “james!” looking all flushed and huffing before going back to kiss his boyfriend again

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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more…. sunshine!reader x regulus black… please… I beg of you 🥲

"I made it for you." You suddenly feel self-conscious, the beaded bracelet in your hand displayed less-than-proudly in front of a scowling Regulus, "But- but I understand if you don't want it! It was dumb, I'll just-"

Before you can slip the handmade bracelet into your pocket and scurry off, Regulus snatches it from your grip, peering closely at the silver-and-green pattern before sliding it onto his wrist.

"I love it." He murmurs, letting the most miniscule of smiles slip across his face so fast that you swore you'd imagined it, "Thanks, dove."

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bri-cheeses · 5 months

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Evan’s favorite color is ice blue (or just light blue but it has to have a certain undertone)

Dorcas’ is dark dark purple

Pandora’s is some pastel color, either pastel green or pastel pink, I’m not sure

Barty’s is, very specifically, dark billiard table green

And Regulus’ is probably grey

#maybe I’ll post pictures of the specific color I’m thinking of later #who knows?#evan rosier #evan rosier headcanon #dorcas meadowes #dorcas meadowes headcanon #pandora rosier #pandora rosier headcanon #barty crouch jr #barty crouch jr headcanon #regulus black #regulus black headcanon #slytherin skittles #marauders era #marauders fandom

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lolregulus · 1 year

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Regulus is scared of the dark yet he still finds comfort in it

#marauders #jegulus #starchaser #marauders era #james and regulus #james potter #regulus black #james x regulus #marauders incorrect quotes #regulus arcturus black #regulus headcanon #regulus black headcanon

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marauders-but-chaotix · 6 months

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no cuz regulus would be such a dry texter that james would think he's angry with him every day

#marauders #james and regulus #jegulus #jegulus imagine #james x regulus #james potter headcanon #james potter and regulus black #regulus black headcanon #regulus black #regulus is a dry texter #marauders textpost #marauders era #atyd fandom #atyd #marauders imagine #james potter #james and regulus are so in love #the sun and the star

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hyperfocuscentre · 21 days

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rip regulus black, you’d have loved weezer

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sstarmoon · 25 days

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Okay so, let's talk about Walburga Black.

I have A LOT to say.

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Little reminder that everything I'm going to say below are my lore headcanons, and not everything follows the canon. Basically most of what you are going to read came from my imagination. Hope you like it ;)

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— Walburga was never a good mother, not at all. She had very deep-rooted ideals and putting that above love for her children is unforgivable. But that doesn't mean she hasn't suffered with her parents too.

— The Blacks had been sharing their traditions and ideals for centuries from generation to generation, it was almost a sect. A family truly full of dark secrets; including murders of their own members -children born as squibs- to maintain the purity of their blood. Children were raised, or rather indoctrinated, since they had the ability to think. Being born under the Black surname was truly terrifying.

— Walburga and her brothers were no exception. Her parents were never gentle with her, she couldn't remember any hug, or even a kind word from her mother. She spent her teenager years trying to make her parents proud of her, but she never received that praise from them. Her parents demanded a lot from her, expecting nothing but perfection from their only daughter. And Walburga had tried very hard to meet those expectations.

— Walburga demanded a lot from herself, a lot, even beyond her limits. She never doubted her parents, believing that they were always absolutely right - something they constantly said about themselves. Walburga was a perfectionist, disciplined, responsible, strict and very demanding woman, with herself and later with her children. She had been raised believing that there was no room for even the slightest error, that's why when her first son, Sirius, revealed, she felt horrible disappointment in herself and enormous hatred towards him. Seeing that her eldest son, her heir, threw away everything that their family had made so many sacrifices to maintain, was the most humiliating example of betrayal for Walburga.

— She was completely blinded by the doctrine that had been instilled in her as a child, believing fervently and absolutely in everything that their supremacy dictated. That's why she was unable to see the damage she was doing to her children, the damage she was doing to herself, and the damage that had been done to her her entire life ((None of that is an excuse for what she did, no no, I'm just saying that no one in that family was okay lol)).

— She had been a talented witch in her years at Hogwarts. Getting the highest grades, being a star student, focused on her studies and nothing else. She didn't do what other teenagers did, she wasn't interested in boys like other girls. Her mother had told her that all of that was a waste of time, and promiscuity, and she believed everything her mother said -not having experienced that in her youth would affect her in her adult life. Besides the fact that she had also gotten married as soon as she graduated-.

— Walburga, at least in her younger years, was not what she later became. She was also a person, and she loved others, but she didn't know how to love. No one had ever taught her how, she had never really been appreciated by anyone, and that's how she learned to treat others.

— The only thing she heard from her father was how much she looked like her grandmother, which she didn't see as a compliment, since that was the only thing her father deigned to say to her. The man had never paid attention to his only daughter's achievements. And the only thing he heard from her mother was how imperfect she was. Her mother treated her like her worst enemy, making her daughter's teenager years hell. Walburga had thousands of insecurities installed by her own mother, about her way of being and her physical appearance. Walburga never understood it, but her mother was very jealous of her.

— Anyway, Walburga never complained. She never cried. Nobody, absolutely nobody, had ever seen her cry. She had never let anyone see her emotions, her vulnerability. She hated feeling vulnerable, weak, it was what she hated most in the world. She believed that she would be truly perfect if she had no emotions. She saw her vulnerability, her sadness, as a sign of weakness. Of imperfection. And all Walburga wanted was to be perfect in her mother's eyes. To be perfect for the noble house of Black, to fit the size her mother had molded her to. And looking weak, cry for everything her mother had imposed on her, everything she demanded of her, was like a betrayal of all that. Because she should be eternally grateful for having the honor of being a Black, right?

— Still, she had a breaking point. When she was old and her life, her family, had completely fallen apart. The day Orion died, the day she found out that her youngest son, Regulus, had died; she cried in front of Kreacher for hours. As if she was crying everything she hadn't cried in all those years.

— And when Sirius was put in Azkaban, when she first read what happened in the Daily Prophet, she felt a strange mix of emotions. On one hand, she knew there was a mistake, there had to be a mistake. Because if Sirius really was a Death Eater, her son would never have run away from home. She got along terribly with her oldest son, but she knew him like the back of her hand. And she knew her son was not a murderer. When she found out, Walburga, for the first time in many years, wanted to see her eldest son once again. She really, really didn't want Sirius to be in Azkaban. It made her uncomfortable, she didn't like to think about it. But her pride was stronger, the Black pride was always stronger, and she never did anything to help him.

— She died feeling miserable. Not just imperfect, but a complete failure. She knew her mother would be endlessly disappointed in her. Walburga, although she never admitted it, was afraid of dying. Because she knew that her mother would be waiting for her somewhere. And she was terrified of her mother ((Trauma passes from generation to generation guys, everything makes sense)). She was a failure, her husband and youngest son were dead, and she had let her eldest son rebel, and even though she hated Sirius for that, she would never forgive herself for letting him break the mold.

— She hated when Sirius cried. Because she had gone through the same suffering as him, but she had not shed a single tear. And seeing her son be so different from her, so weak in her eyes, made her so angry.

— She was an impulsive woman. She had spent her entire life containing her emotions; her sadness, her disgust, her anger. But this last one was the most difficult to contain. Walburga had lived her teen years crying inside, but at some point she learned to change sadness for anger, an emotion that made her less uncomfortable. At that moment, she finished becoming a monster.

— Sirius, although it wasn't his fault, had a hand in creating that monster. Since he was little, Walburga had never had to deal with someone who opposed her so much. And the fact that he was her son only made it worse for her. She wanted submission from Sirius, obedience, and she tortured her son, trying to strip him of every drop of rebellion, trying to not leave anything of him. But Sirius was a Gryffindor, and he had a lion heart. And when he ran away, it was the last straw for Walburga. From that day on, Sirius was no longer her son.

— Walburga had never been good to her children, but she did loved them. Though she didn't know how to show it. Regulus was her favorite. Her youngest son was her only hope, the only thing she had after Sirius betrayed her. Regulus was not like Sirius, he was submissive to her, and that was exactly what she wanted. So when Regulus died, the only son who had made her proud in any way, she felt like she had lost the only person she had ever loved. The only person who paid attention to her. The only person who, somehow, looked up to her. ((Although that was what she believed, I'm not saying that Regulus really admired his mother 👁️)) ((This family's relationship is very complex)).

— Walburga, despite having a rotten heart, was a truly beautiful woman. Many had noticed her appearance in her youth, drawing the interest of many, but Walburga never saw it as a compliment. Her black hair, her pale skin, and her sharp blue-gray eyes. Walburga was an imposing woman, not because of her size, but because of her eyes. Because of her always pressed together lips and her constantly furrowed brow. The elegant woman made her presence known wherever she went, for her beauty and her firmness. ((I LOVE Eva Green as her fancast, literally her)).

— The Blacks really had a thing for looking like a French monarchy (with the incest and all lol). Walburga loved to wear dresses that didn't match the era, which the other members did as well. Except, well, Sirius ((Siri babe I love you but you also liked to make your mother's life miserable)).

— Walburga spoke perfect French, she constantly mumbled in French, saying things she couldn't say out loud and swearing at people. She tried to pass the language on to her children. With Regulus she managed to, with Sirius halfway. He had never been interested in anything his mother wanted to teach him. Another thing she had managed to pass on to Regulus was playing the piano. She knew how to play the piano, she had gone to lessons as a child, and she taught Regulus since he was little.

— Walburga's two children looked like her. With their black hair, pale skin and blue-gray eyes ((It's not like they have much genetic diversity either tho, their parents are cousins KANWNDKIAJD)). Both had inherited part of Walburga's personality, although in different ways. Regulus was the one who acted the most like Walburga at first glance, with the same frown, the same sharp eyes, and his unfriendly attitude. He had the elegance, coldness and discipline of his mother. He had also inherited that disdain for vulnerability, but, ironically, he was the most vulnerable one there. Although he had also inherited the ability to hide it very well ((except with Sirius)).

— Sirius, although he seemed completely the opposite, was also like his mother. Especially physically. It was scary because he really did look a lot like Walburga when he started growing his hair out. People told him that a lot and Sirius hated it, yet he still kept his hair long. He also took after his mother in terms of sociability. Of course, Sirius was an explosive extrovert and Walburga was reserved, but they both understood social dynamics perfectly. And they took that to their advantage. Besides, Sirius had a way of arguing, a way of insulting, very similar to his mother's. Looking for and noticing the same weak points as her in people. Sirius hadn't noticed that until one day, in the middle of a horrible argument, Remus yelled at him that he was exactly like his mother. Sirius was horrified to hear that. And began to hate that part of himself. He hated knowing that he was his mother's son, that the blood of that horrible woman also ran through his veins.

— He wondered if she had ever loved him, or if he had ever loved her.

— Walburga, on the other hand, died feeling miserable, knowing that she had lost her entire family. And that was, in part, her fault. She sometimes found herself wondering if perhaps she had been too hard on him, but she quickly pushed that thought away. Sirius had decided to abandon her, abandon his entire family, and Walburga would never forgive him. Although she wished things had been different. She really did loved her oldest son.

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It may sound strange but I really love this character. Walburga is such a complex character, I had a lot of fun creating a lore for her. There's a lot to say about this family, and JK is useless and no one likes her so SKWJJAJD here are we with our headcanons.

Don't be afraid to comment guys, I love when you do that ((I need friends)).

You can send questions too, I'd really like some interaction.

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latenightthoughtsstuff · 2 years

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James is a Christmas gay.

Regulus is a Halloween gay.

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#harry potter #the marauders #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #regulus black #wolfstar jegulus shipper #jegulus headcannon #jegulus #jegulus headcanon #james potter fanfiction #james potter headcanon #young james potter #regulus black headcannon #regulus black headcanon

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siriusthirdcousin · 10 months

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sirius, telling a story: And then BAM! she got hit by a big ass truck!!

little regulus: whaaat!?

#regulus black #sirius black #black brothers #black brothers headcannon #sirius black headcanon #regulus black headcanons #regulus black headcanon #noble and most ancient house of black #marauders #regulus headcanon #marauders era #slytherin skittles #jegulus #marauder headcanons #hp marauders #james potter #remus lupin

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northlt · 2 months

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One thing about Regulus, he's a gatekeeper.

Literally does not matter if the artist he listens to is one of the most popular in the whole world. Doesn't matter if the food he gets is from a super well known and very busy place. Doesn't matter if he gets his clothes from a super popular store.

If you ask him which artist he listens to/ where he got food from/ where he gets his clothes from, he will look into your eyes and refuse to tell you

#regulus black #regulus black headcanon #headcanons #headcanon #hogwarts #dead gay wizards from the 70s #marauders era #the marauders

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anauro · 3 months

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WHY DOES EVERYBODY KEEP TALKING ABOUT REGULUS ASS LIKE ?? IVE SEEN SO MANY DAMN POSTS SAYING REGULUS TWINK ASS, THE CURVE OF REGULUS ASS LIKE LEAVE HIM ALONEEEEEEE

i shall not leave him alone. his slutty white ass with his hole lasered is on my mind at least 18 hours a day

#deal with it anon #roc answers #regulus black #regulus black headcanon

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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hey!! so I just requested a James (or Sirius) fic where he finds fairy!reader in the forest with a damaged wing and helps her, and I was wondering if you could actually write it with Regulus instead 😅 (again, there’s no need if you don’t want to write it, and I’d be fine with any of the three)

thank you!!

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

The moment Regulus sees your tiny body plummet to the water, his heart stops. He had not been expecting you to fly over the lake while he was skipping stones, but the splash from one of the particularly heavy ones he'd chosen doused your wings, and you'd fallen instantly.

He rushes in without a second thought, but he's glad you're in shallow waters, because he can't swim.

He scoops your tiny, trembling form off of the surface of the water where you'd been trying to float. Your wings are soaked through, pathetically droopy, and you give a feeble cough as he totes you back to shore.

"I'm sorry," He rushes to apologize, the legs of his trousers wet as he sits back on the grass. He has a hard time finding his wand in the tall grass by the lake, but once he does a drying spell is tumbling from his lips, and you're devoid of all lake water.

You're still weak with your adrenaline crash when you sit up in his palm, looking disoriented and defeated as you stare warily up at him.

"I'm sorry," He repeats, dark eyes oozing with sympathy, "I didn't mean to hit you. Are you okay?"

"I'm dry," You marvel, glancing at his wand, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it." He shakes his head, "You're not hurt, are you?"

"I don't think so," You muse, wobbling to your feet as Regulus tries keeping his hand as steady as possible. You lurch sideways at an involuntary tremor, and he juts his thumb out so that you can grab it for stability.

"Sorry," He moves to put you down in the grass, but you cling to his thumb like a lifeline.

"You have pretty hair," You muse, walking up his arm like a tightrope as your wings drop golden dust from their glittering surface, "Can I fix it for you?"

"Uh," Regulus blanches as you flutter beside his head, miniscule fingers combing through his individual strands of hair, "Um, I suppose? What are you going to do?"

"I'll braid it like mine," You offer, turning your head so that Regulus can see a small, fragile braid running up the side of your bun.

"Alright," He nods slowly, then, "What were you doing over the lake?"

"I wanted to say hi to the fish," You explain, fingers already grouping and twisting his hair, "They're my friends."

"That's cool." Regulus keeps his eyes on the waters surface, knowing there's a lot more than fish down there, "Have you ever met the squid?"

"Oh, yes!" You nod cheerily, and Regulus shudders as the way your hands rake through his hair sends a shiver up your spine, "He likes the gifts I give him."

"Gifts?"

"Mostly flowers," You nod, "Speaking of: Can you hand me that daisy there, please?"

Regulus plucks the thin green stem from the grass, holding it up to you cautiously, "Why?"

"It's pretty in your hair," You explain simply, tucking the flower into his braid.

The flower doesn't last ten minutes in his hair after you flutter away. In fact, Regulus hunches in the shadows of the castle to undo the strands you've woven together in his hair, shaking it out before anyone sees him. But the daisy he slips between two pages of an old textbook, and when it's charmed to be unbreakable, the dried flower goes in his pocket.

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