Quick sketch for Halloween ~ Sirius and Regulus as Wirt and Greg ✨

Sirius at an award show: First of all, I would like to thank Regulus, my brother, for telling me I wasn’t going to win so don’t bother to prepare a speech. From the bottom of my heart, most sincerely, fuck you Reg.

As someone who is fascinated by the Black family (particularly Sirius and Regulus). I find the debate about Sirius’s feelings towards Regulus really interesting. Here is my interpretation of what we see in cannon:

1. When talking to Harry he calls him ‘soft enough to believe them.’ And a ‘stupid idiot.’ Sirius does not mince words when he hates someone, for example he calls Walburga a ‘horrible old hag,’ who ‘kept herself alive out of pure spite.’

He gets snappy with Harry when talking about the other family death eater (Bellatrix) and it’s one of only a few times he’s snappy or short with Harry. Sirius ends his diatribe about Bellatrix with declaring that, ‘she’s certainly not my family.’ So his description and tone when talking about Regulus is mild in comparison and he later uses the term ‘idiot,’ to describe himself and James.

2. Sirius can be callous when he doesn’t care about someone (his ignoring of Kretcher for example). Yet he bothered to find out about Regulus’s death.

‘ From what I found out after he died’ - the use of the pronoun ‘I’ instead of ‘we’ indicates that Sirius did this alone and it wasn’t Order intelligence gathering.

He also indicates that he has dedicated time to theorising about how Regulus must have tried to hand in his resignation, once he got cold feet.

This idea also indicates that Sirius doesn’t think Regulus is capable of the type of evil carried out by the more high ranking death eaters. His comment that Regulus wasn’t important enough to be killed by Voldemort himself, is slightly disparaging ( there’s some sibling rivalry still present as the ‘much better son’ comment indicates), but shows the idea that he doesn’t think Regulus is evil.

3. Sirius throws out precious family heirlooms during the cleaning, including pictures and his father’s ring. He also turns his mother’s old room into a Hippogriff stable. Yet in DH, Harry finds Regulus’s room untouched and still locked.

In my opinion , even if he’s not overt about it, Sirius loved Regulus ( although he might not have liked him). Thoughts on this?

Hard agree, I think that Sirius had a soft spot for his little brother, despite their enormous ideological differences. His comments about Regulus do very much deflect and almost excuse the atrocity of Regulus joining the Death Eaters. His parents are assholes, but Regulus is just soft and stupid. Regulus' flaw is ignorance and lack of fortitude, not ill intent. Sirius blames their parents for the way that Regulus turned out twice--Regulus was "soft enough to believe them" and Sirius assumes his parents "thought Regulus was a right little hero for joining up in the first place". For someone like Sirius, who does have a tendency to default into black and white thinking when judging people he dislikes (because as much as he distances himself from his family, he is still a product of his upbringing), having such a charitable, nuanced view of his brother is notable.

Especially because I think, in this case, he's maybe a little wrong. A little too generous. Yes, obviously, their parents played a large part in the ideology that Regulus embraced and the path that he ended up taking. That said, I don't think Regulus was stupid--the teenager who figured out Voldemort had a Horcrux and then drowned in a lake of corpses to get it was neither soft nor stupid. I think he knew what he was doing and was very intentional about his choice. And then changed his mind. And I'm sure Sirius knows that Regulus is not an idiot. But by minimizing Regulus' agency and competence, he can make Regulus' choices more palatable.

I also want to comment a little here on the "much better son" issue because I think that's so damn tragic. Ugh. As someone who got the "be more like your sister" bs growing up, I have a lot of feelings about parents playing children against each other like that. But. I think it's also notable that this still bothers Sirius. Despite his vehement insistence that he wholly rejected his family and doesn't care about their stupid, hateful opinions, it still stings that his parents (from his perspective at least) favored Regulus. You would think being a worse son by his parents' standards would be a point of pride for Sirius, but it's not. He's bitter about it, it still hurts. And I think that sentiment underlies his comment about his mother not having a heart as well. He is still angry and hurt that they did not approve of him and express love for him. Being rejected by your parents, no matter how objectively awful your parents may be, sucks. Forever.

One more side note about that: the "much better son" comment comes right after he tells Harry that Regulus is younger than him. I think that's significant and it's funny to me, as a second born child, how it seems to add insult to injury when your younger sibling out does you in some way. Like older siblings, ime, tend to have this entitlement to being the first and the best and all that jazz and when they're not it grates. And I'm sure that was amplified in the Black family, with their focus on heirs and lineage and all the implications of being a first born son. Which again, Sirius still cares about to some degree.

Have I rambled on enough? I could write whole essays on this subject (and I have!) but yes. Sirius cares about Regulus. And it's no wonder that he struggles to explicitly express that because he was never taught how to express love and affection for family in a healthy way. "I hate you all" is like...the Black family love language lol.

This is so interesting and well put. From the way Sirius spoke about Regulus I've always thought he felt responsible for being unable to save him, as if it was his job, as the older brother, and he failed, just as he failed to protect James and then, until the day he died, he tried to protect Harry, to get it right for once.

Love this post! I think Sirius thought Reg believed his parents too readily - was too innocent/gullible/naïve to figure out their explanations about why they were better than muggles and maybe why muggles were a threat to wix etc were In fact lies?

There’s something a bit unusual about a kid sticking up info about Voldemort on his wall at home in his room as Reg did when he was in school - ok you could say it’s creepy but I think it’s essentially unusual - not info about the latest Quidditch star players/ biggest magical band etc, but some ‘politician’ - like a teen from a right wing family in the US having info about Trump all over his wall… I mean,even if parents were supporters, it would still be considered a bit out of the ordinary? And I just find that fascinating and has coloured my headcanon of Regulus a lot (as has his formal fuck off letter to Voldy)

i was angling at a cute bonding moment and I somehow ended up with whatever this is so,,,

enjoy? <3

(there was some conversation on here inspired by @impishtubist of Sirius, in a Jegulus World, would dote on harry and claim he has my eyes, and my nose! and claim harry as his own child and uh...

here we have it.

((i also love any excuse to write siblings torturing each other and the Black Brothers happen to be my favorite)).

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"What's this I hear about Reg doing pick-up tomorrow?" Sirius asked, entering the kitchen of his best friend and brother's home, his five-year-old nephew on his shoulders, steering Sirius around with fistfuls of hair no matter how many times Sirius said ow hey. It was apparently James's night to cook, Regulus pretending he wasn't micromanaging from afar. Before coming in, he could hear James telling his brother to sit down several times from the sitting room where he was playing with Harry and Remus.

"Papa's going to pick me up! Right, Daddy?"

"That's the plan," James grinned looking up at Harry, "You're so tall! Fancy getting the garlic powder out for me?"

"I have a half-day, so I thought--" Regulus started.

Sirius gasped, "A half-day!"

"Yes, they're giving us the latter half of tomorrow off so we can--"

"A half-day at your cushy job in the Potions lab? Don't you make your own hours?" Sirius asked

"It's not so simple when I make Potions that peoples livelihood depend--"

"Their livelihood, can you believe that Harry?"

"Livelihood!" Harry exclaimed punching a fist in his air. James was attempting not to laugh as he stirred a pot on the stove by magic.

Oh my god, I'm dying! 🤣🤣🤣 This is fucking genius

“The Black Brothers” 

      Regulus Arcturus Black - Sirius Black

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Brotherly relationships be like. I miss you. I hate you. I can't stop loving you. When did you stop loving me?

Reckless, egged on by the warning glint in his brother’s eyes, Regulus continued. “You know, you talk a lot about how much you hate Mother, but you really are exactly like her.”

Sirius’s fist connected with his jaw faster than he could dodge, leaving him with a ringing in his ears and the taste of blood in his mouth.

The Prank

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TW: physical and emotional abuse mentions

Chapter 4

Orion’s eyes narrowed. Sirius prepared himself for a backlash.

“Nobody here values your opinion, Sirius,” he said, without turning to look at him. “Answer the question, Regulus.”

Fuck.

It wasn’t working. His attempts to antagonise his father kept failing. It was like his father was giving up on him, and all his hopes and demands and the weight of expectations were being transferred to his little brother. Regulus couldn’t handle that pressure. He was too soft, too… different. It didn’t suit him. It wasn’t fair. And all the anger and fear and constant fighting that exhausted him beyond measure, his sense of rejection, and his determination to reject them before they finally got rid of him, some day, soon – he could just about handle that. Because he had always known that any morsel of love from his parents was dependent on meeting their expectations, on doing exactly what was demanded of him.

He was not loved for who he was.

But having to watch, knowing it was his fault that his brother was burdened with all this, sensing Orion deliberately doubling his expectations, piling on the guilt and presumptions, almost hating Regulus because he wasn’t Sirius, that he couldn’t fix his broken eldest child? Was Orion letting the rage against his heir infect his relationship with his youngest son, a son he had never understood or respected? Or was it sadism, knowing Sirius cared for his brother, knowing how much it hurt him to see Regulus suffer?

Orion’s wand was pointed at Regulus, a silent incantation, and Regulus’ eyes slowing forced to look at his father, squirming with discomfort.

“Answer me!”

And Regulus was incapable of lying convincingly.

There was nothing else for it.

“Did you see the article in The Daily Prophet today, the one about muggle rights?” he said, turning to Walburga and smiling - a lazy, irreverent, smug, offensive smile.

Walburga sniffed once, wine glass in hand, before draining the blood red liquid and setting it carefully down on the table, goblin cut crystal, dating back to the fifteenth century.

“What article?” she said.

His mother was so much easier to rile up, her rage brimming so close to the surface.

“The opinion piece, by Xenophilius Lovegood,” he continued, watching the veins on her temple filling. “I found it rather wonderful. Rational. Succinct. Give muggleborns equal rights. Dismantle the Sacred Twenty-Eight. Reconstitute the Wizengamot, giving equal seats to muggleborns, half-bloods and purebloods. Reform the law, revoke pureblood supremacist legislation, make bigotry punishable.”

Silence.

Regulus’ eyes strayed towards Sirius, incredulous. He watched his mother’s horror-stricken face, raging. His father, who was usually harder to read, almost as horrified. Sirius laughed.

Only a few days ago, his mother had blasted him to the corner of the Dining Room when he called her a bitch for describing her sister Andromeda’s marriage to Ted Tonks depraved and disgusting.

“Blood traitor is next to Mudblood in my book,” Walburga hissed, sitting bolt upright.

“Oh, yes, in my book too,” said Sirius, nonchalant, tipping the legs of his chair back, a rare English 17th century walnut chair, in the Black family since then. He could see his mother’s temper rising at his flagrant indifference to their aristocratic heirlooms.

“With Voldemort-loving supremacist scum and people like Araminta Meliflua at the bottom.”

Araminta was a relative of Walburga’s, who had attempted to force the passage of a bill at the Ministry that would have legalized Muggle-hunting, as a sport. His mother rose, wand in hand.

“Lord Voldemort is trying to keep our families safe, the muggles are trying to exterminate us, as they did between 1450 to 1750*. It’s self-defence, Sirius!” Regulus said.

How could you be so stupid, his look said.

“Oh I’m not defending what some muggles did to us in the past, there are bad muggles too, we’ve learnt about them in Muggle Studies. Just like there were bad witches and wizards in the old days,” Sirius said in a condescending voice, still leaning back on his chair. “I’m talking about now. There is no muggle conspiracy against us.

“Muggle Studies?” Orion said slowly.

Fuck. He hadn’t meant to say that. He hadn’t told his parents he was taking Muggle Studies as one of his OWL subjects. An extra subject posed no particular difficulties for him. Their Muggle Studies teacher, Professor McIntyre, in cahoots with Professor McGonagall, had agreed to issue him with two OWL certificates, the one without her subject to be handed to his parents.

Merlin, Fuck! Still, it seemed that all thoughts of Regulus were now forgotten, from the way that his parents were looking at him.

“Yeah,” he said, feeling his mouth go dry. “Got a problem with that?”

His father was standing up now too, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Regulus, leave,” Orion said.

Regulus didn’t seem to understand what was happening, still seated.

His heart rate picked up.

“Get out!” Walburga screamed at Regulus, pointing her wand at him.

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The Prank

For @blueeaglemoon, my Bestie, as a very delayed birthday present, I hope you like it ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

TW: physical and emotional abuse mentions

Chapter 4

Orion’s eyes narrowed. Sirius prepared himself for a backlash.

“Nobody here values your opinion, Sirius,” he said, without turning to look at him. “Answer the question, Regulus.”

Fuck.

It wasn’t working. His attempts to antagonise his father kept failing. It was like his father was giving up on him, and all his hopes and demands and the weight of expectations were being transferred to his little brother. Regulus couldn’t handle that pressure. He was too soft, too… different. It didn’t suit him. It wasn’t fair. And all the anger and fear and constant fighting that exhausted him beyond measure, his sense of rejection, and his determination to reject them before they finally got rid of him, some day, soon – he could just about handle that. Because he had always known that any morsel of love from his parents was dependent on meeting their expectations, on doing exactly what was demanded of him.

He was not loved for who he was.

But having to watch, knowing it was his fault that his brother was burdened with all this, sensing Orion deliberately doubling his expectations, piling on the guilt and presumptions, almost hating Regulus because he wasn’t Sirius, that he couldn’t fix his broken eldest child? Was Orion letting the rage against his heir infect his relationship with his youngest son, a son he had never understood or respected? Or was it sadism, knowing Sirius cared for his brother, knowing how much it hurt him to see Regulus suffer?

Orion’s wand was pointed at Regulus, a silent incantation, and Regulus’ eyes slowing forced to look at his father, squirming with discomfort.

“Answer me!”

And Regulus was incapable of lying convincingly.

There was nothing else for it.

“Did you see the article in The Daily Prophet today, the one about muggle rights?” he said, turning to Walburga and smiling - a lazy, irreverent, smug, offensive smile.

Walburga sniffed once, wine glass in hand, before draining the blood red liquid and setting it carefully down on the table, goblin cut crystal, dating back to the fifteenth century.

“What article?” she said.

His mother was so much easier to rile up, her rage brimming so close to the surface.

“The opinion piece, by Xenophilius Lovegood,” he continued, watching the veins on her temple filling. “I found it rather wonderful. Rational. Succinct. Give muggleborns equal rights. Dismantle the Sacred Twenty-Eight. Reconstitute the Wizengamot, giving equal seats to muggleborns, half-bloods and purebloods. Reform the law, revoke pureblood supremacist legislation, make bigotry punishable.”

Silence.

Regulus’ eyes strayed towards Sirius, incredulous. He watched his mother’s horror-stricken face, raging. His father, who was usually harder to read, almost as horrified. Sirius laughed.

Only a few days ago, his mother had blasted him to the corner of the Dining Room when he called her a bitch for describing her sister Andromeda’s marriage to Ted Tonks depraved and disgusting.

“Blood traitor is next to Mudblood in my book,” Walburga hissed, sitting bolt upright.

“Oh, yes, in my book too,” said Sirius, nonchalant, tipping the legs of his chair back, a rare English 17th century walnut chair, in the Black family since then. He could see his mother’s temper rising at his flagrant indifference to their aristocratic heirlooms.

“With Voldemort-loving supremacist scum and people like Araminta Meliflua at the bottom.”

Araminta was a relative of Walburga’s, who had attempted to force the passage of a bill at the Ministry that would have legalized Muggle-hunting, as a sport. His mother rose, wand in hand.

“Lord Voldemort is trying to keep our families safe, the muggles are trying to exterminate us, as they did between 1450 to 1750*. It’s self-defence, Sirius!” Regulus said.

How could you be so stupid, his look said.

“Oh I’m not defending what some muggles did to us in the past, there are bad muggles too, we’ve learnt about them in Muggle Studies. Just like there were bad witches and wizards in the old days,” Sirius said in a condescending voice, still leaning back on his chair. “I’m talking about now. There is no muggle conspiracy against us.

“Muggle Studies?” Orion said slowly.

Fuck. He hadn’t meant to say that. He hadn’t told his parents he was taking Muggle Studies as one of his OWL subjects. An extra subject posed no particular difficulties for him. Their Muggle Studies teacher, Professor McIntyre, in cahoots with Professor McGonagall, had agreed to issue him with two OWL certificates, the one without her subject to be handed to his parents.

Merlin, Fuck! Still, it seemed that all thoughts of Regulus were now forgotten, from the way that his parents were looking at him.

“Yeah,” he said, feeling his mouth go dry. “Got a problem with that?”

His father was standing up now too, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Regulus, leave,” Orion said.

Regulus didn’t seem to understand what was happening, still seated.

His heart rate picked up.

“Get out!” Walburga screamed at Regulus, pointing her wand at him.

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Regulus can’t help but resent Sirius a little more each passing year at Hogwarts. It’s not that Sirius somehow succeeded in leaving their family, choosing his friends over his blood, and it’s not that the whole school worships his every move like some leather jacketed god. Regulus resents him because he found a new family that’s everything his isn’t; kind, loving, and unflinchingly loyal. He’ll never have that. He’ll never have someone he can trust with his secrets, no one to pass notes to during class, no one to spend the day with in Hogsmeade. He had Sirius once, but he left without a lasting glance, so why would anyone else stay?

What Regulus doesn’t know is that every night, when Sirius pulls Remus up to the astronomy tower and they watch the stars shoot across the sky, Sirius wishes for one thing. Please give me my little brother back.

Remus and Regulus Break Sirius Out of Azkaban

When Sirius is framed for the events of October 31, Regulus recruits Remus to save his older brother before it’s too late. Requested by an anon!

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“Go away,” Remus grumbled, curled in a sea of darkness, not bothering to light a candle in the empty flat. At least in the shadows, he could pretend he wasn’t alone.

“Go away!” Remus repeated, clamping his hands over his ears as the knocking continued. Sirius was still here. Sirius was not in Azkaban. Sirius was here, holding him now, shaking him awake from this nightmare.

“I said go away!” Remus yelled as someone thrashed against the wood, throwing open the door with his wand at the ready, stopping in his tracks.

It was Sirius. The black hair and slender nose and blue eyes. Sirius was in Azkaban. This boy was taller, his shoulders narrow and jaw sharper than steel, his hair curling over his ears but tidy. Regulus was a near mirror image of his brother, just stretched and pulled different ways.

“I don’t understand–”

“Hurry up,” Regulus chastised, pushing past Remus and rushing into the flat before prying eyes spotted him on the doorstep of the enemy. He slammed the door behind them.

Recoiling as Regulus lit the tip of his wand, Remus stumbled backwards, too dazed to wipe the crystal tattoos off his cheeks. “Sirius–”

“I know,” Regulus interrupted, gritting his teeth. “Where’s the Cloak?”

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The night before Sirius goes to Hogwarts, Regulus sneaks into his brother’s room long after their parents have gone to bed, and the boys stay up until dawn, sitting on the windowsill and making wishes on the stars.

@dear-james this is simply beautiful and full of nostalgia and bittersweetness 🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️

regulus & sirius

⤷  I’m sorry I was never strong enough to help you. I’m sorry I pretended it wasn’t going on. I’m sorry I acted like I didn’t care. 

Marauders Recs  Black Brothers #1

Brother by @unspeakable3

Summary

Sirius Black has always hated sitting idly by while other people get their hands dirty. But his first Order assignment out in the field leaves him feeling more turbulent than ever after he encounters the very last person he had hoped to see wearing a Death Eater’s uniform.

Words:4766                    Chapters:1/1

Sirius is so very much in character with what we see in canon here, and his meeting with Regulus is brief, difficult and captured so well. Well worth reading if you love the Black brothers. This author has written a lot of other Black brothers fics which are also worthy of rec’ing. But for now, read this one.

Excerpt:

Regulus throws him an unnecessarily contemptuous look. “They’re not my mates.” His lip curls around the word, as though it pains him to say it.

“What are they, then?” Sirius shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets in an attempt to feign nonchalance.

“We call ourselves brothers.”

The word hits him like a curse to the chest. He staggers back a step. Regulus avoids his gaze and stares at his arm instead, still clutching it tightly, and Sirius realises that they are not so much alike any more, after all. Regulus is thin. Thinner than usual. Sharp and spiky and angular. His skin isn’t just pale, but grey. His fingers - always so long and elegant, their mother’s pride and joy - are barely more than bone.

And his hair, that glorious sleek Black hair, hangs dull and lifeless.

Regulus looks up, his cheeks sunken, dark circles ringing his eyes, and Sirius, as always, speaks before he thinks.

“I can help you,” he blurts out. “We’ve got people - we’ve got safe-houses. I’m in the Order, Dumbledore’s group - come back with me? I can help you. You’re just a kid, we’ve got—”

“No.”

Sirius lurches forwards, hand extended, intending to— to shake some sense into Regulus, or hug him, maybe, he isn’t sure. Regulus shrinks back against the tree trunk, his eyes wide and fearful.

“Don’t touch me,” he hisses.

“Stop being a prick!” says Sirius. “Let me help you!”

I will always be with you

“Why did you do it?” Ten year old Regulus asks, sitting against the door of Sirius’ room. “Why did you take the blame, when I was the one who had broken mother’s vase.”

“It’s no big deal, Reg,” Sirius’ voice is muffled through the door. “You’re my brother. I will always protect you.”

“You wouldn’t always be here. You will be going to Hogwarts soon.” Regulus wraps his arms around his knees, hating himself for being so scared.

There is silence from the other side of the door for some moments before Sirius says. “It doesn’t matter if I am here or at Hogwarts. I will always be with you.”

A smile forms on Regulus’ lips. “Goodnight, Sirius.”

“Goodnight, Reg.”

——

“Sirius?” Fifteen years old Regulus whispers, sitting in the empty corridor outside Sirius’ room. It’s almost midnight and he wonders if Sirius has already fallen asleep.

The dinner keeps on repeating in his mind. Sirius arguing with his parents, he remembers his parent’s rage, remembers his mother using the cruciatus curse, on her own son, remembers his brother’s screams. He had been too horrified to do anything and he hates himself. Hates himself because his brother always protected him and he didn’t do anything.

He doesn’t know when his parents will snap and do something even worse to Sirius. He knows that Sirius should leave this house. But he also knows that he won’t leave Regulus alone.

“Regulus?” Sirius’ voice is shaking and Regulus can picture Sirius sitting on the other side, biting his lip against the pain.

“Are you okay?” Regulus asks because he doesn’t know what else to say.

Sirius lets out a hollow laugh, filled with despair. “I don’t know. I am as okay as someone can be when his mother has decided to use all the curses she knows on him.”

“Why don’t you just leave?”

He hears Sirius take a sharp inhale. “I can’t…I can’t just leave.”

It’s now or never. Regulus scoffs, “You think anyone here would care if you leave? Mother and Father don’t care about you.”

“And what…. what about you?” Sirius’ voice is vulnerable.

Regulus clenches his fists, swallowing past the lump in his throat. “You already know the answer. I don’t care if you stay here or leave. It doesn’t matter to me.”

He hears Sirius take in ragged breath that turns into a choked sob. “I hate you, Regulus.”

The words feel like a punch to his stomach. It feels like he can’t breathe. He bites his lip hard as tears build up in his eyes.

“You’re right. Why should I stay in a home where no one cares about me,” Sirius croaks. “Where my own brother hates me.”

Regulus inhales sharply. “Glad you finally see it.”

There is no reply from the other side of the door so he gets up and walks to his room. He closes the door behind him, finally allowing the tears to fall.

—–

Eighteen years old Regulus stands in front of the door of what used to be Sirius’ room, Kreacher standing besides him. He never entered the room since Sirius had left. He runs his hand over Sirius’ initials carved on the door. For once in his life he is doing the right thing. He wonders if Sirius would be proud of him when he finds out that his brother died for a good cause. Would Sirius finally see him as a good person.

“Goodbye, brother,” he mutters. “I will always be with you.”

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