#'we know regulus hates Sirius for leaving him behind' who's WE?

[aithusarosekiller]

Media: here is a realistic sibling relationship that clearly displays the love they have for each other even if they haven't seen each other in ages and were separated by war

Half the fandom for some fucking reason: clearly they hate each other!

[t1oui]

thinking about how living w regulus would affect harry like

he's such a fucking snob about everything. food, decor, fashion, you name it, he's got opinions on it.

he does ballet despite being the least graceful person on the planet. he's somehow pretty good at it, likely out of spite

speaks french

very much a cat person, has a cat named leo who is his baby

like yk how james and sirius are extremely codependent? that's how harry is w leo. both of them can not handle being apart from each other too long

reads a lot of stories

thinks seeker is the best quidditch position

on that note, lots of slytherin house pride. james hates it. harry refuses to put any gryffindor decorations up in his room

harry loves taking pictures just like reg so the house is filled with photographs

and ofc harry is snobby about what types of cameras he uses thanks to reg. james now just lets them deal with the cameras & photography stuff bc he's scared to get the wrong thing lol

harry is taller than reg but bc dysphoria all of reg's old clothes (like quidditch jerseys + hoodies and stuff) are his size so half his wardrobe is from reg's hogwarts days

definitely the type of guy to change his bedding & curtains & everything in his room based on the season. will anybody actually be in there other than him and his parents? not really, but he MUST redecorate

idk what this even means but snobby about candles. this is another thing james is scared to buy him

harry and reg speak french w each other more than english

since james doesn't speak french w harry (i hc he's only comfortable speaking it w reg) harry is used to having a conversation in two different languages so sometimes he'll be speaking french w his friends without noticing

he'll be in the middle of a rant and realize they don't understand a thing he's saying lol

reg and harry control the decorating for every holiday, every birthday, etc.

the one thing harry knows how to do that reg doesn't/reg didn't teach him is cooking. reg never cooked for himself as a child so james was the one who taught him

doesn't look like it most of the time but all of harry's clothes are very expensive... did i mention he's a snob

harry is such a dry texter/writer... he's such a dick about grammar when it comes to writing even tho he can barely string a sentence together when speaking

deeply sarcastic (look! a canon detail! we never thought we'd see that on this account, did we?)

will take his partners on the most expensive dates & whatnot like it's nothing... cedric the farmboy™️ is not prepared

writes sad boy poetry when he gets annoyed w someone... like harry will storm off all pissed and then he comes back 20 mins later with a beautifully written, very angry poem for whoever made him mad

has so many clothes & different curtains and bedding sets for different seasons that he also uses the closet in the guest room (reg takes up 99% of his and james's closet for the same reason)

has an inherent hatred of fake plants

bedroom is simultaneously tidy and so messy a hurricane might as well have come through

leaves a book behind everywhere he goes

secretly the worst sense of humor lmao

he may not have gotten his love of drawing/painting from regulus, but you def see reg in the way he is, you guessed it, a massive snob about art supplies

soooo indecisive. redoes his room at least twice a year

an asshole when he gets less than 10 hours of sleep... he's mildly tolerable after 3 cups of coffee (black, of course) but you might as well just ignore him until he gets a nap in

on that note is very good at making coffee and is, drum roll please, a massive snob about it. who would've guessed (somebody count how many times i've said snob in this post and comment it please and thank you)

if he doesn't like a gift he's horrible at pretending he's happy w it so people usually go through reg whenever they buy him something... this goes both ways too, people go through harry when buying something for reg

is visually james and lily's but in personality is really just reg's (and also lily's... he definitely inherited his spite from her lol)

is a crazy cat lady by age 20

at least 10 pictures of leo in his room... he has whole photoshoots for her and she poses for them

might as well not hang out w harry at his house bc he'll make out with his cat the whole time

loves going to art museums w regulus

he's a, surprise surprise, snob about art. james just doesn't comment on art altogether atp

his vocabulary is a weird mashup of french, english, and hindi that makes it very hard for anybody who doesn't know him well to understand what he's saying lol

looks angry until he smiles (he got this from lily but a life with reg has perfected it)

needs a golden retriever to his black cat in any given relationship (enter cedric and cho) (yes i'm going to push my rarepair on everyone reading this)

tl;dr being raised by/living w regulus has turned harry into a massive snob about literally everything and regulus is proud of it (blink twice if you need help, james)

[solsticehymns]

marauders + favorite tv shows: headcanons

JAMES would be binge watching the great british bake off on a weeknight. any kind of cooking show or other cheesy network show; real estate shows like house hunters or property brothers, TLC shows like my strange addiction? oh my god he's LOCKED IN. james change the channel wtf we are currently watching a girl eat her mattress. he's like i know.... it''s so fascinating.....

SIRIUS would pretend to watch all these deep intellectual dramas, i can see him having a big peaky blinders phase. he would be rly into game of thrones and (not exactly a show but) star wars the franchise. but his real guilty pleasure? any trashy dating show. love island us/uk/aus he's seen them all. too hot to handle, love is blind, 90 day fiance, THE BACHELOR/BACHELORETTE. he has embarrassingly strong opinions about every contestant. "no i just don't think she's there for the right reasons!" "sirius it's been two episodes." "THAT'S ENOUGH"

REMUS would watch a lot of period dramas and like historical shows you don't quite understand. typical boy stuff, some war dramas, some documentaries on the history of the printer, y'know. definitely watched a whole documentary on the sinking of the titanic and then when you made him watch titanic (1997) he smugly pointed out all the inaccuracies. his guilty pleasure? true crime, he's half-convinced he's figured out who jack the ripper was...

REGULUS honestly hates tv and mostly watches things just so you'll stop bugging him about it. he likes the darker, weirder shows more. if you're ever watching criminal minds, one of the rly spooky twisted ones? oh he's paying attention for sure. but if he ever does get bored in his own free time i feel like deep down he would be an anime guy, like the most pretentious unheard of anime. you just don't get it

EVAN would love all the crime-centric shows, i can see him loving money heist, breaking bad and its spinoffs, narcos. anything action packed and fast paced and this man is sat. also sports like duh, but he would sit and watch all the behind the scenes documentaries and after-game footage. his guilty pleasure would 100% be gossip girl or greys anatomy or one of those "girly drama" teen shows. the snippy little comments he'd make during... she's right though, serena's hair does look like trash

and last but not least, BARTY would love the dark, cynical, offbeat shows. black mirror, manifest, the boys. something that leaves you wondering what the hell you just witnessed. also unironically LOVES rick and morty and will go on unprompted rants about how genius it is. the sociopolitical themes bro. late at night when no one else is around, he gets deep into conspiracy theories. dunno, love, the moon landing footage looks a bit shabby to me. yeah, see, the shadows? totally misaligned. fake news.

☀️🌻 masterlist

[lulublack90]

Prompt 30 - Vain

Wolfstar, January 30, word count 671

Previous part First part

One year previously

Sirius stood at the front of the church, greeting all his parents, associates, and other guests. Most of them had never even met Regulus. He gritted his teeth as politicians, bankers, CEOs and other supposed mourners who had only come to get in good with his father. He hated this so much. His parents had made it into a circus. It should have been a simple private affair. Regulus would have hated this. 

The service, while extravagant, felt almost nice. The priest was respectful and Sirius was able to mourn in peace. His mother had forbidden him to help carry the casket outside, so he walked behind it, following his brother outside to the family crypt. 

Disturbance at the doors halted the procession. Walburga brushed past him, disappearing around the casket. 

“How dare you come here,” She hissed. 

“I just want to say goodbye,” Shit, Barty. Sirius hurried after his mother. 

“You are not wanted here, leave. Now,” Walburga ordered. 

“Please, I just want to say goodbye, please.” Barty pleaded, his jaw quivered, and his eyes filled with tears. Sirius quickly stepped in, putting a firm hand on Barty’s shoulder in a vain attempt to diffuse the situation.

“I’ll deal with him Mother,” He said in a bored drawl, before marching Barty out of the doors and into the churchyard. They turned away from the graves and walked away from the church into a little wildlife area. Once they were hidden in the tall grass, Sirius found a bend and dragged Barty down onto it. The other man collapsed into him. Sirius held him as Barty broke apart. His sobs were muffled by Sirius’s thick wool coat. 

“Shhhh, we’ll go say goodbye once they’re gone,” Sirius murmured softly, stroking Barty’s soft hair. “He’d prefer it if it was just us anyway,” Barty sniffled as the last of his tears petered out. 

“I’m sorry, I should have known better. I just, I just wanted him to know that I came. I needed him to know I’m still his.” 

“He knows, don’t worry about that,” They sat on the bench until the sound of Range Rovers, Austin Martins and Jaguars starting filled the air and waited some more until everything was still and quiet again. “Come on, let’s go say goodbye,” Sirius helped Barty to his feet and led him to the Black family crypt. 

The door was already sealed again, Regulus locked away for eternity. 

“I really loved him, you know?” Barty told him, walking forward and laying his hand on the door. “I love you Regulus, always will, always,” He shook his head and turned away. “Can we go get a drink and talk about him for a bit, or do you need to get off?” 

“Yeah, let’s go. Pub?” Sirius looped Barty’s arm through his, and together they walked to the local pub.

“They drank far too much while they mourned Regulus, so much that when Sirius wiped the fresh wave of tears from Barty’s cheeks with his hands, Barty leant in and kissed him. Sirius kissed him back. There was no spark, no urgency, they were simply finding solace in each other. They pulled away at the same time and Barty rested his head on Sirius’s shoulder. 

“I don’t know how to live without him,” Barty confessed. Sirius wrapped his arms firmly around him. 

“He wouldn’t want you to mope about Barty. In fact, he’d kick your arse if you tried,” Barty choked out a laugh, and they called it a night. They shared one final kiss outside the pub and went their separate ways. Sirius truly hoped that Barty would be alright. He looked up at the night sky, easily spotting his own star and letting his eyes drift to the left until they landed on Regulus’s. “Look out for him, Reggie. He needs you still,” He called a taxi and went back to his empty house and opened the bottle of whisky, drowning his sorrows, not wanting to remember what had happened that day. 

Next part

[astairo]

I have a regulus black request for you!

Reader is a potter but got into Slytherin and James hates her because she’s a Slytherin?

Reader and regulus are inlove but haven’t told eachother even tho everyone can see it

One day James is picking on her for being a Slytherin and she snaps at him and fights him and wins? I dont know something like that

And reader is in the hospital wing alone with regulus and he is verry worried about her and they confess to eachother basically just super fluffy at the end

Courageous Serpent

Regulus Black x fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, bullying, physical violence, threats, fluff

“Slytherin!”

Y/n would never forget that moment. She remembered how her brother’s gleeful face turned cold and sour. She could never forget the day she lost her brother. All because of a sorting. Their playful banters turned into cold insults and hatred. She felt unstable.

“Bloody disgrace!” Young James Potter sneered at his sister, bumping past her. “Jamie—“ his head snapped to her, “Don’t call me that.” Her eyes widened at his harshness, “But Jamie—“ he pointed his wand towards her, “I said don’t call me that!” Y/n’s lip quivered, overwhelmed and frightened, “I-I’m sorry.” James glared at her, “You should be.” She took a step forward, breathing shakily as he took a step back, “No, I can’t be seen with a bloody serpent.”

His words never left her mind. She would recall all the times he’d promised to be by her side, knowing he’d failed to do so. After all, he was one of the courageous lions, and she was one of the serpents. She had never felt so alone, so outcasted. A bloody disgrace.

“I understand how you feel,” a voice spoke behind the bookshelves of the library. Y/n’s head perked up from her balled up form, wiping her tears, “H-hello?” She looked behind her, watching as a figure emerged from behind the bookshelves, “It’s okay. My brother hates me, too.” She looked at the pale boy, “Who are you?” The boy looked at her tiredly, “Regulus, Regulus Black.” Y/n’s eyes softened, “Sirius’ brother?” Regulus nodded before taking a seat on the floor next to her, “I feel lonely, too.” She looked at him with pity, “You do?” Regulus nodded, glancing back at her, “Mother and father aren’t exactly the kindest people, and Sirius thinks I’m just as bad.” Y/n looked at him sympathetically, “I-I’m sorry you go through that, Regulus.” He shook his head, “It’s quite alright, Potter. Maybe we could be lonely together.” Her expression changed to one of adoration, “You don’t need to pity me. I’m sure you’ll be better off without me.” Regulus smiled at her, “I insist.” Y/n smiled softly, looking down to her hands, “But I’m just a bloody serpent, a disgrace even.” Regulus frowned, “You’re more than that,” he reassured, “You’re anything but a—“

“—Disgrace!” James grinned devilishly as he pointed his wand at Y/n. She felt herself lift off the ground, shrieking. She watched and listened as her brother and his friends pointed and laughed at her misery. “A flying bloody serpent!” One of the boys dramatically shrieked, causing the group to laugh harder. Y/n felt defenseless and vulnerable as she floated around. “Leave her alone, you gits!” A familiar voice rang out, Y/n’s eyes snapping open. She noticed Sirius scowl as James grinned, “Oh my, it’s Reggie!” James mocked as he turned to the pale boy, dropping Y/n harshly. “Leave her alone,” Regulus spoke threateningly, causing the group to snicker. James rolled his eyes, “Or what, Black? Adding that disgrace to your family tapestry won’t solve your issues.” Regulus paused and looked at him, refraining from saying words he might regret.

“James,” Y/n started to get up, immediately getting kicked down. Regulus noticed and rushed over, “N/n, are you alright?” He spoke softly as he helped her up. James scoffed and pushed him off, “Move. One serpent is plenty.” Y/n’s eyes widened when James grasped onto her uniform, harshly tugging her up, “You’re so easy to torment. A coward and a disgrace,” he grinned. Y/n winced at the insults.

Y/n winced as she stumbled through the castle halls, sore from James’ torment. James had gotten more courageous with his torments, getting more and more physical as time went on. By the time her fifth year came around, he was creatively ambitious. Hair dye, her vandalized dorm, itching powder. He even went overboard and attempted to spike her drinks, which she safely avoided.

“Tabby,” Regulus’ voice echoed in the empty corridor, “You’re limping. What’s wrong?” Y/n turned to see him walking up to her, distressed at seeing her state. “Don’t worry about it, Reggie.” Regulus shook his head, “No, I will worry about it, I will worry about you.” Y/n looked at him and smiled, "That's sweet, Reggie.” He smiled, “You’re all I’ve got when I think about it.” Y/n’s expression shifted into appreciation, “Thank you, Reggie. That means a lot coming from you.” Regulus smiled at her, “You mean a lot to me.” His words had her flustered, cheeks tinted pink, “Y-you mean a lot to me, too, Reggie.” He nodded, wrapping his arm around her waist to support her.

Y/n quickly scowled, pushing away from her brother, “Enough.” James scoffed and looked at her in disbelief, “Enough? Who are you to tell me what’s enough? You’re just a bloody serpent.” Regulus heard this and went to step in. Sirius quickly tugged his younger brother back, making him fall into the ground. James snickered at this, looking back at Y/n, “That thing isn’t going to make everything better,” he sneered, “Stop wasting your time with that waste and actually make use of yourself.”

Y/n couldn’t contain herself, harshly shoving her brother back and pulling her wand out, “He isn’t a waste!” James’ friends snickered from behind, infuriating him, “Watch your damn words, serpent.” Y/n’s patience crumbled, spitting out a spell. She gasped as she watched her brother fly back into a tree, “I—“ Before she could apologize, a strong force hit her chest, causing her to fall back. She winced and looked to find her brother’s wand pointed directly at her, “How dare you,” he snarled. Y/n felt herself shrink under his deadly gaze, “It was an accident.” James only scoffed as he walked towards her, “Of course it was ‘just an accident.’ It’s always an accident, a mistake, when it comes to you,” he snarled and kicked her side, causing her to wince at the sudden contact.

Regulus’ eyes widened and went to help, only to be held back by his brother, “Let go!” Y/n’s gaze shifted to her best friend, only for James to harshly revert it back to him, “You’re nothing but a disgrace to this damn family, and that’s all you’ll ever be.” James’ tone was laced with venom and hatred towards his sister, showing no sign of remorse or guilt. “It’s the fact that I can hex you right now, and no one would care for you, you filthy serpent. Not mum, dad, me,” his grasp tightened around her face, “Not even him.” Y/n felt herself snap at his words, “Stupefy!”

Students walking past had stopped to watch the commotion, gasping as James flew back. In the matter of seconds, spells were thrown back and forth between the two. Just as Y/n raised her wand to cast another spell, James moved quickly and hit her. Y/n felt herself falling to the ground, harshly hitting her head. James smirked down at his work, quickly scrambling away with his friends when Professor McGonagall appeared hurriedly. Regulus quickly scrambled to her side and told her what had happened. “Thank you, Mr. Black,” she spoke worriedly as she looked down to the barely conscious girl, “I’ll take it from here. If you could please bring Miss Potter to Madam Pomfrey, I’d gladly appreciate it.” Regulus didn’t wait for her to finish and quickly helped his tabby up to the hospital wing.

-

Y/n awoke hours later with a raging headache. As her eyes fluttered open, Regulus was quickly there to comfort her, “You’re alright, tabby. You’re safe with me.” She looked up with appreciation, “Thank you, Reggie.” He smiled and handed her a small vial, “Pomfrey said to give you this once you woke up. I reckon it’s for your head.” She nodded, quickly drinking the substance. Regulus watched her sigh and relax into the bed, ultimately breaking the silence, “You have no idea how upset I was.” Y/n looked at him, confused, “What?” Regulus scooted closer, holding her hand, “Tabby, I watched him hurt you, and I couldn’t protect you.” She frowned, “You don’t have to protect me, Reggie—“ “I care for you too much.”

Y/n’s gaze softened at his words, “And I care for you too.” Regulus looked at her, kissing her knuckles lightly, “As much as I do, you’re too oblivious.” She cocked her head, “Simplify?” Regulus shook his head, leaning in and planting his lips on hers. Y/n’s eyes widened, ultimately closing as she melted into him. The two parted away, Regulus slightly trying to chase her lips. They stared at each other with pink-tinted faces and small smiles. “How was that for a kiss, tabby cat?” He whispered cheerfully. Y/n shook her head, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do that, Reggie.” He gazed at her, “Now you don’t have to. By all means, kiss me however and whenever you want, my tabby cat. I promise you won’t regret it.” Y/n chuckled, “I could never regret being with you.” The pair smiled and embraced each other, better intertwined.

[msmk11]

Trou Noir

Regulus Black x gn!reader

WC: 665

CW: Angst; hurt no comfort; Regulus’ death; mention of bile (no graphic description just the word)

Summary: Mourning your husband.

Day 12 of mk’s mad dash

A tragic romance. That’s what people liked to call it.

“Right person, wrong time” they would sigh.

And you hated it. Maybe it was true. No, it was true. But they had no right to say it. They were the same ones who had silently judged from afar- who’d scoffed and claimed that you two wouldn’t last.

They had no right to mourn.

You remained seated stiffly in a hard folding chair as everyone rose to pay their respects to you and your brother-in-law.

“I’m so sorry for your loss, he will be missed,” they all said, the words piercing your heart bit by bit until it shattered everywhere.

You tried to keep from scoffing. Most of the people at this funeral ignored your husband on the daily. When he needed their help the most, they turned a blind eye. They scolded him and called him a coward, an outcast, a villain. They couldn’t miss him when he was never a part of their lives in the first place. They couldn’t long for Regulus- someone they never had.

But despite the sickening insincerity that forced bile up your throat, you trudged onward with a stony expression. It’s what he always did in the face of discomfort, anyhow.

Your brave, beautiful Regulus.

Finally, after what felt like days, the few remaining guests filed out of the small church in which the funeral was held. Now there was only you and Sirius left.

Sirius.

You never much liked the older Black boy- especially after he abandoned his brother. But Regulus never stopped loving him. Even when he tried to hide it, you always knew that your husband longed for the relationship he once had with Sirius. His brother was everything to him, even when he’d been discarded by him like trash. So, though you had no empathy for the older Black, when the fiery Gryffindor broke down into sobs, you knew what Regulus would’ve wanted you to do. Ever so carefully, you reluctantly placed a hand on his shoulder.

Sirius turned towards you with tears streaming down his face, “I- I’m so sorry. I should’ve been there for him. He would’ve still been alive had I not left him behind.”

He began to cry even harder.

“No, you shouldn’t have left him behind” you agreed, “But Regulus forgave you. He always wanted you to be happy and safe, even if it meant he wasn’t.”

“You’re probably just saying that,” Sirius sniffled.

“Black,” you began, “I’ve never been fond of you and I've been pretty honest about it. Never have I once put something nicely to avoid hurting your feelings. I sure as hell am not starting now. I’m telling the truth.”

The man nodded with a small smile.

A sharp pain shot through your heart.

Who would’ve thought the two brothers shared a smile?

Refusing to cry in front of Sirius, you stood and began to gather your things, using your flutter of motion as a chance to hide from the man before you.

“Well, I need to be heading out, Black. I’m very tired. My condolences,” you mumbled.

As you turned to leave, he protested, “Wait! Can- can we meet up sometime? To talk about Reggie? I- I want to know more about him. Maybe then I can find a way to forgive myself and move on. Maybe you can move on too.”

You hesitated.

What right did Sirius have to ask you such a question after all this time. What was he owed after neglecting your husband for years? Why should you say yes?

Maybe it was because misery loved company, or because you were drawn to anything related to your husband, but you finally sighed in agreement.

“Fine. But don’t call him Reggie. You lost that privilege long ago. Meet me at the Leaky Cauldron on Friday- 6:00.”

You and Sirius would never be the best of friends. But perhaps, through conversation, you would both heal from the Regulus-sized hole in your hearts.

[bradleysass]

Road Trip - word count: 650 - Jegulas w/ Rosekiller & Sirius

The air smelled of smoke, the kind that clung to clothes and hair, mingling with the faint scent of petrol and regret. The five boys stood in front of a dilapidated petrol station, their faces illuminated by the orange glow of the flames licking the night sky behind them.

“Well,” Sirius said, casually flicking a cigarette away and leaning against the beat-up van they’d somehow managed to keep running, “I think that went pretty well.”

“‘Pretty well’?” Regulus hissed, shoving his older brother in the shoulder. “You set the bathroom on fire, Sirius!”

“That was an accident!” Sirius protested, though his grin displayed zero remorse.

“Was it, though?” Barty drawled from where he lounged against the van’s hood, his boots kicked up like he didn’t have a care in the world. “I distinctly remember you saying, ‘Wouldn’t it be hilarious if this place went up in flames?’”

“Okay, technically I said that before the explosion,” Sirius corrected.

Evan snorted, tossing his leather jacket into the van before joining Barty on the hood. “I’m just saying, the fireworks might have been a bit overkill.”

“Fireworks?!” Regulus turned his glare toward Evan now. “You brought fireworks?”

“Mate,” Evan said, his voice slow and smooth like molasses, “if you’re going to blow something up, you might as well make it look good.”

Regulus let out an exasperated groan, dragging his hands through his hair. “We can’t keep doing this. Every single place we stop ends up—” He gestured wildly at the raging inferno behind them. “Like this!”

James, who had been suspiciously quiet until now, stepped between the brothers, clapping a hand on Regulus’s shoulder. “Relax, love. It’s not like anyone saw us.”

“James,” Regulus deadpanned, “this is the third time this week. At this rate, we’ll have every magical law enforcement officer in the country on our tail.”

“Fourth, actually,” Barty corrected, holding up a finger. “You’re forgetting the inn with the haunted barstools.”

Sirius snorted, nearly doubling over with laughter. “Oh, Merlin, the barstools!”

“Focus!” Regulus snapped, glaring at all of them. “Do any of you have even an ounce of self-preservation?”

James tilted his head, pretending to think about it. “Does loving you count?”

Regulus flushed, his mouth opening and closing like a fish before he finally managed to snap, “That’s not the point!”

Evan slid off the hood, sauntering over to the passenger side of the van. “Look, Reggie, we’re alive, aren’t we? No one’s caught us yet, and we’re making great time.”

“To where?” Regulus demanded, throwing his hands up. “What’s the actual plan here?”

Barty grinned, spinning the car keys on his finger. “To see the world, obviously. And leave it in flames wherever we go.”

“That’s not a plan, that’s a crime spree!”

“And yet,” Sirius interjected, slinging an arm around his brother’s shoulders, “you’re still here. Which means you’re having fun, even if you won’t admit it.”

Regulus glared at Sirius, then at James, who was grinning at him like an idiot. “I hate all of you,” he muttered.

James leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to Regulus’s temple. “Love you too, darling.”

“Don’t push your luck,” Regulus grumbled, though he didn’t pull away.

The group piled back into the van, the flames roaring higher behind them as James gunned the engine. As they sped down the empty road, the firelight faded into the distance, leaving only the faint scent of smoke and the promise of more chaos to come.

“I’m serious, though,” Regulus muttered from the passenger seat, glaring at James, who had stolen his spot on the driver’s side. “Next time, no fires.”

James grinned, one hand on the wheel and the other resting casually on Regulus’s knee. “Whatever you say, Reg.”

But as Sirius and Barty exchanged knowing smirks in the backseat, it was clear to everyone that the next destination was bound to go up in flames—just like all the rest.

[moonyskarma]

EXCUSE THE MESS ✶ ASK GAME

. . . marauders dr ✶ original questions by @laylasverse

𐔌 . 💫 ⋮ 'BOUT YOU ֹ ₊ ꒱ what do you reminisce on late at night? is it a person you had to leave behind? someone who left you? why are you still reminded of that past? are you upset with the memories? do you regret them?

definitely... the past. the bittersweet memories from my childhood, all tinged with perfectionism and parents who were just out of reach. too perfect to care about me and my sister. speaking of her, she's the one i left behind. not in a sirius–left–reg–and–reg–hates–him–for–it way, but i still feel bad. she never had to deal with the pressure i did, as the sole heir. she could be a normal girl, with normal friends, and all of that while i was expected to be perfect. i don't necessarily regret them, but i do wish things could've ended differently. that my parents could've put their pureblood heir to the house of calloway bullshit aside and actually seen me, their son.

𐔌 . 🩳 ⋮ SWEET LIFE ֹ ₊ ꒱ what are the sweetest parts of your relationship with your s/o? all the not sugar-free, tooth-aching sweetness you two share. is your dynamic as simple as grumpiness vs sweetness or is it something more complex?

i don't have a s/o, per se. i'm not locked in, i'm not in a serious relationship. i have a regulus. and a barty. and a sirius. regulus, with our unspoken understanding, and softness nobody else understands. barty, with his chaos and unpredictability, where nothing is serious.. or is it? and then there's sirius, my best friend. he knows me better than anybody, probably. both of us too stubborn to say anything genuine, so we bicker and push and we're petty with each other. my love life is kind of a mess.

𐔌 . 🥂 ⋮ SUPER RICH KIDS ֹ ₊ ꒱ is there something in your desired realty that we would think is fantastical or unheard-of but is completely normal there? do you splurge thousands of dollars a day like you're in gossip girl? or fly around on a broomstick?

well yes! it's the wizarding world, after all. magical vaults full of ancient treasures, all to be mine when i come of age. never-ending money i pretend i hate, but oh do i love my wardrobe. the way things just appear when i want them to. new shoes? boom, sitting in my wardrobe.

𐔌 . 🍃 ⋮ PILOT JONES ֹ ₊ ꒱ who is your bad influence? the one person you can count on to be involved with something insane and drag you along with them? have they always been "bad"? why won't you let them go?

i've talked about barty a lot... so here we go again. chaos walking, he is. always pushing boundaries and testing limits. crossing lines—but they were blurry to begin with. stolen liquor and chain-smoking out a window. he gets off on danger. maybe that's why he likes me so much—or, well, i think i'm more of an obsession, to him. a new flame he keeps fanning, like he's daring it to burn him. it will, eventually.

𐔌 . ✈️ ⋮ LOST IN THE HEAT ֹ ₊ ꒱ was there a point where you were "lost" in your desired reality? a point where you knew you weren't going the way you want but couldn't recognize the way back? could be physical or emotional.

literally the entirety of fifth and sixth year. cuz what the hell was happening. visions getting worse and more serious, lasting minutes instead of seconds. headaches that never go away. restless nights turning into sleepless ones. back and forth between barty and sirius and regulus, each wanting something i can't give them. genuinely, it's just... a mess.

𐔌 . 🎹 ⋮ BAD RELIGION ֹ ₊ ꒱ what or who do you turn to when you need a safe space? do you turn on your favorite album and sit alone in your bedroom? do you have a friend you know will always be comforting ear? perhaps you take solo walks around your neighborhood?

if i really want to be alone, it's my cove. i call it "castor cove". nobody can find me. a warming spell and a rock transfigured into a record player, a spot where i can just be alone with my thoughts and try and sort everything out. a person—james. always there without question. never asking for anything, never expecting. just.. there.

𐔌 . 🍊 ⋮ FORREST GUMP ֹ ₊ ꒱ who runs your mind? the person you're always thinking about? when you make a joke that doesn't quite land, who do you know would've loved it?

i'm gonna have to say sirius. my best friend, always my best friend. crawling under my skin and making a home there, never straying too far. a constant reminder of everything going wrong, but also of everything going right. always a tug of war, with him and his commitment issues and me and my attachment issues.

can't stop won't stop with these ask games im hyperfixating on this dr sooooo yeah?? will this be my last post about it for a while? who knows? probably not? i loveee ask games they're so freaking fun thank you @laylasverse for this one !!

[psychoticallykind]

Jegulus Thing If You Want To Read It

Hello everyone, I wrote something painful and I am sort of proud of myself so I wanted to share it.

It's out of context because this is one chapter of an actual story on ao3, but I like it. The fic is called Love Me Anyway? and it's not finished yet.

Okay, it's hurt/comfort without comfort. So it just hurts. It's angst.

Let me know if you have thoughts!!!

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"You're anxious today."

Regulus shook his head. "I'm not."

"You are," Pandora insisted. She tilted her head, observing him. "Did Sirius not help? I thought he would."

"He did." Regulus blew out a breath. "And I'm not anxious."

"Scared, then."

"Who's scared?" Barty plopped down next to him.

"No one."

"Regulus."

Regulus glared at Pandora. She merely raised her eyebrows in a 'really?' kind of look.

He stopped glaring at Pandora and sighed. "I'm not scared. I'm just breaking up with James today."

Pandora's eyes flickered to something behind him. "I think that's a bad idea."

"It's my only option right now," Regulus informed her, fully miserable at the thought.

"Um, Reg -" Evan started.

"Because of that thing you're scared of?" Pandora interrupted. Evan gave her a confused look.

Regulus just shrugged. "Does it matter why? I have to, and that's that."

Someone behind him cleared their throat, and Regulus's heart dropped to his stomach. "It matters to me, actually."

Shit.

Regulus twisted around to face James, guilt spiking at the heartbroken expression his boyfriend - for now, at least - was wearing. "James. I - I didn't -"

"What did I do?" James asked softly, meeting Regulus's eyes. "I'll fix it. If you'll let me, Reg, I promise, I'll fix it."

The words broke Regulus's heart a little, because James couldn't fix this. He couldn't fix Regulus.

No one could.

"Let's go somewhere quieter," Regulus told him, standing up.

Pandora stood up. "Regulus -"

"I'll see you later, Panda." Regulus cut her off with a small smile. Please let me do this.

Pandora was obviously not thrilled, but she didn't say anything else as Regulus led James out of the Great Hall. James was quiet. Regulus didn't blame him.

He could feel Sirius watching him from across the room. Regulus glanced over once, braced for disappointment.

Sirius gave him a small smile, quietly saying something that Regulus didn't hear but still understood - "It's okay."

Somehow, disappointment would have been preferable.

They walked hand in hand to James's dorm room. Then Regulus let go, stepping back. "I didn't mean for you to hear that." He tried to keep his voice steady.

James didn't. He had tears in his eyes as he searched Regulus's expression, hands down by his sides. "You're breaking up with me?"

Regulus swallowed hard. "Yes."

James blew out a long breath, tilting his head up for a second. "Okay." He took a breath, visibly trying to steady himself. "Why? What - what did I do? Can we talk about it? Can I - can I change it? I'll change anything, Reg," James pleaded, and Regulus wasn't breathing, wasn't surviving, he was drowning and he couldn't be.

"It's not you! It's not - James, you're perfect," Regulus told him, desperate. "You're perfect and wonderful and you've done nothing wrong. I promise, you've done nothing wrong."

James shook his head. "Then why are you leaving me? Is there - is there someone else? Did you stop loving me?"

"I," Regulus hesitated. It would be easy to say yes. To give him a reason. To lie.

But it would be the worst lie he'd ever told in his life.

What was the alternative? Not giving a reason? Telling him the real one?

Regulus imagined it for a second - the truth. Saying the words. Watching the shock and disgust flicker through James's eyes. Watching as he masked it and bravely told Regulus it didn't matter. Being with James after that, after he knew the truth.

James would be respectful. He'd be perfect like he always was.

He'd be miserable. He'd be trapped.

"Yes. I'm sorry." Regulus looked away, hating himself a little more than usual. "I don't - James, I'm sorry."

"For what?" James's voice was quiet now, but he looked determined. "What are you sorry for, Regulus?"

"I - I'm sorry for lying to you," Regulus stumbled over the words, but they were at least honest. He was sorry for that. It had been unintentional for a while, but it was still wrong. James deserved better.

"What was the lie?"

Regulus shook his head, but James stepped closer. "No. Look at me. If you're going to stand there and tell me that I'm not enough for you, that's fine. If you don't love me anymore, I will live with it. But you're going to need to say the words. Because right now, I don't believe you."

Regulus shut his eyes, biting down on his lip. He couldn't. He couldn't.

James would know, anyway. He always knew when Regulus was lying.

There were gentle hands on his arms now. "Regulus. Look at me."

"No." The word was whispered. Pleading.

"Regulus."

Merlin, he loved how James said his name. So careful to pronounce every syllable. So soft.

"Open your eyes for me."

And it was hopeless, wasn't it? Because Regulus would do anything for James. He'd pretend to like sex. He'd break up with him.

He opened his eyes.

James was already looking back at him. "Do you love me?"

"Yes," Regulus admitted.

James nodded, relief flickering through his eyes. "I love you, too." He rubbed up and down Regulus's arms, grounding him. "Do you trust me?"

"I -" Regulus's breath caught. "Yes. You - of course, James."

James took a deep breath. "Then just talk to me."

It wasn't that simple. Or it was. But he couldn't. He couldn't, he couldn't, he -

"I'm not going to judge you," James said softly. "Or leave you. I'm not going to hurt you."

"I know," Regulus replied, just as soft. "I know that, James." He tried to smile as the first tear fell. "But this isn't about you hurting me." He moved, pressing a light kiss to James's lips. Then, quietly. "This is about what needs to happen so that I don't hurt you."

James shook his head, breath hitching for a moment. "I'm not scared to get hurt."

"I know." Regulus gently wiped at James's skin, removing the tears. "But I'm terrified."

He moved, taking James's hand and squeezing once. "I'm sorry, Jamie."

"Reg, I don't -" James broke off, shaking his head. "You didn't tell me why. You haven't said -"

"I know," Regulus interrupted. He stepped away from James, and it hurt. "You should hate me for it. You should - you should hate me," he stumbled over the words, moving closer to the door. Leaving. He'd never been the one to leave before. "Please. It'll - I think it'll hurt less if you hate me for it."

"I don't." James stepped closer, and Regulus stepped back. His eyes were wide, and he was crying, and Regulus had to look away so he didn't throw up. "I don't hate you."

Regulus made it to the door, hesitating for just one second.

One second, to reconsider.

And then he took a deep breath, and turned the knob.

"Not yet."

[youknowwho-mustnotbenamed]

December 31 - Goodbye | Jegulus | word count: 1,050 | @taylorswiftmicrofic

Regulus never believed himself to be a bad person. Everything he has done, and everything he is going to do will be for a reason. Every decision has been thought through fully and deemed the best option. Tonight, however, guilt gnaws at his heart. James has done nothing but give his whole self to Regulus, believing that they would be forever. Regulus however, knew this would end sooner rather than later, and he had selfishly taken for himself, knowing that when he ended things, he would destroy James in the processes.

“James, there is something we need to talk about.”

“What is it, love?”

“We have to stop meeting up.”

“What?! Why?” James sits up from his lap, pivoting to face him.

“You know exactly why.” James says, fixing James with a pointed look.

“I know you are afrai—”

“I’m sorry, James, but this,” He waves his hands between them, “is over.”

“You’re breaking up with me?” The crack in his voice is like somebody has driven a spike directly into his heart. He knows the same spike has driven into James’ heart, and he has to act now, to shove the doubt and hatred in before it seals up again.

“Can’t break up if we were never together.” Regulus shrugs, hoping his voice doesn’t betray him now.

“Of course we were together. What do you think we’ve been doing for the past year and a half?”

“This was just a little bit of fun before our real lives began. I told you before this started, it was going to end when you graduated.”

“And I told you that I don’t date on a timeline.”

“It’s a good thing we weren’t dating then.”

“Stop saying that!” James shouts, desperation dripping from his tone.

“Name one time we went on an actual date.”

“I took you on the broom ride over the mountains. We had the picnic in the forest. We—”

“That doesn’t count.”

“Why doesn’t it count?! I love you, Regulus, and I know you love me too. So why are you doing this? Why are you acting like it doesn’t hurt?” He hates how easy it is to hide behind the mask. He is so hidden, that even when he is crumbling inside, James sees nothing but the façade he wants to present. It’s a great sign that he can hide so completely, even from the one he loves, and yet startlingly scary.

“You said I love you. I never did, you were just too blinded by your foolish lovesickness to see the truth.”

“Don’t say that, Regulus. I love you. And I’ll love you even after death.”

“See, that’s your problem. You love too much. You love people you’ve never met; you love people who do horrible things. Even if you told somebody your darkest secret, and they turned around and stabbed you in the back, you still love them and try to help them. What if Sirius betrayed you? What if he returns to the family? What if he tries to have you killed? Would you still say, I love you, because I bet you would.”

“Why are you being so mean?”

Regulus cants his head. “I thought you like it when I’m mean?”

“You are being hurtful.” He pouts.

Normally, the look on his face would have Regulus caving. To fling himself into James’ arms and seek forgiveness for his harsh words. But he has things he needs to do and timelines to keep. So, he pushes further. If James is still trying to save him, he hasn’t gone far enough yet.

“This was all just a distraction from the girl you really want. So, go get her; it’s obvious she wants you too. Forget about me and live the life you wanted with the girl you’ve always loved.”

“I don’t. I don’t want her anymore. I just want you.”

“James. Just leave.”

“No.”

“I’ll Crucio you if you don’t leave. See if you can still look me in the eye and still tell me you love me after that.”

“You wouldn’t, love. You don’t hate me enough.” James takes a step closer. Regulus pulls out his wand, but James only steps forward until the wand presses against his chest. “And even if you did, I would come crawling right back to you.”

“You’re pathetic.”

“I’m in love.” He says it so simply, throwing it around like he doesn’t care. That's how Regulus knows. That's how he knows James isn’t in as deep as he is. James throws around that word like it means nothing, like anybody and everybody is deserving of his love. He isn’t committed to Regulus, so he will move on to Lily easily enough.

“Leave James, last warning.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me, love.”

“You know,” Regulus muses, “Sirius said the same thing.”

Clearly, Regulus misunderstood the bond between James and Sirius, because James looks at him just plain confused. “What?”

“Oh, Sirius didn’t tell you what really happened the night he ran? Pity, it was quite the tale.”

“Reg, you don’t have to lie to get me to leave. I’ll love you through anything.”

He knows James doesn’t mean it. As soon as he hears what Regulus did to his best friend, his brother, his soulmate, he will go running in the opposite direction and never look back again. Good. He needs to destroy any love James had for him, thoroughly and forever.

“He had already been pushing me away for years, replacing me with you. His own brother wasn’t good enough, so he went and replaced me with somebody better. With somebody he wanted me to be.”

“Regulus, you now he doesn’t—”

“Mother asked me to Crucio him.”

“Regulus…”

“I did.”

“No. You don’t—”

“Hate him? Yes, I did, I still do. I meant it, and I made it hurt. I made him hurt for all those years he left me alone. He got the message, and he stopped trying to pretend to be my brother.” Regulus raises his wand once again, hoping the slight tremors aren’t visible to James. “I’ll do it the same right now. One word is all it takes. One word, and you will hate me as I should.”

“Regulus, please.” But he is already backing toward the door.

“Goodbye, James.” I'm sorry.

[elysianymph]

🔥 anything about sirius because i am being a little hater towards some characterisations too

i've already talked your ears off about this on discord but i'm happy to talk to about it again bc i fucking HATE new sirius black with a burning passion. i hate him as much as i love my sirius black that marauderstok can pry from my cold dead hands bc i'm not letting him go. i don't know when it happened and why but marauders fans are particularly persistent on taking away any interesting traits sirius had and leaving behind a whimpering pathetic twink that cries when someone looks at him the wrong way. sirius has been scrubbed clean of any morally grey traits he might've had (he's not allowed to care for his family (unless it's regulus) or long for them bc they are bad, he's not allowed to have any prejudices even though he was literally raised with pureblood mentality and taught he was superior to everyone else from the day he was born, he's not allowed to be an asshole bc he's not like his family guys!! and when he is an asshole it's always used to victimize the character he's being an asshole to and sirius is painted as the villain with mommy issues that can only be fixed by getting dicked down apparently)

i cannot stress this enough: LET THIS MAN BE A COMPLEX CHARACTER!! and no, giving him mental illnesses that miraculously disappear when he gets together with remus and making him attempt to kill himself post prank because he feels bad is NOT making him complex! you're just weird. you're just romanticizing mental illnesses and i can't believe you don't see anything wrong with it. giving him bipolar to justify his actions is?? not??? representation??? it's offensive to people who actually have to deal with these issues in their day to day lives and yet here you are using something that will impact their life forever as a plot device for your uwu sadboy mlm fanfic.

and that's what new sirius boils down to. he's a plot device, an accessory to everyone else's story that's never given much depth other than "oh his mom used the cruciatus on him and now he's traumatized". no hate to jegulus but hate to specific jegulus fics that turn sirius into an overdramatic caricature of his former self for the sake of drama and angst.

also, some of these wolfstar shippers... wtf are you guys on?? idk when and why (that's a lie i do but i'm not gonna say it) remus became sirius black in a werewolf costume but here we are. oh sirius was cool and effortlessly smart and handsome and girls wanted him? well guess what? snatches all of those character traits and throws them onto remus they're his character traits now. ignore how it doesn't make any sense for the werewolf child who was isolated from the rest of the world to be a smooth talking alpha casanova who plays basketball actually. while we're at it, ignore how unrealistic it is for a boy who was raised in a family that believed they were superior to everyone else based on blood status, who was raised to be the perfect heir and checked off all the traits needed to be one to be insecure?? and unsure of himself?? and stupid??? and a loser??? i don't understand what the point of flipping the wolfstar dynamic was when you're left with a shallow copy of the original but ok. you do you ig.

to summarize, my sirius is cool and effortlessly smart and egotistical and a complete asshole who thinks he's the best thing ever. is it an act to cover up how damaged he thinks he is because of his family? possibly. but i also fully believe sirius thought he was a god amongst men and everyone should be glad to be in his presence. he talked down to other people because he considered himself smarter, he rolled his eyes when students asked stupid questions and made fun of them when they got an answer wrong. he's a teenage boy let him be a dick with no excuses.

(also i find it funny when people write about sirius getting into a fight with james or remus and crying because they said something mean. as if sirius wouldn't throw hands the moment someone started criticizing him. he's toxic and that's what makes him interesting. that's his purpose! characters exist to make stories interesting, to start drama, not to be your moral guide on how to act. stories become so much more fun once you let go of the need to make every character a good person. also liking a character doesn't equal liking them as a person. i love sirius but i would hate his guts irl)

[shadesofhogwarts]

Unsent

Regulus writes letters to Sirius.

Never to send. Never to show. Just to write.

It starts after first year, when Sirius doesn’t come home for Christmas. Regulus tells himself it doesn’t matter–that Sirius made his choice, that he abandoned him.

And yet, one night–too late to pretend he doesn’t care��he scrawls:

Do you remember when we used to race broomsticks across the garden? Mother always got so angry.

He doesn’t sign it. Just folds it, smooths the edges, and hides it like a bruise in his trunk.

He never plans to deliver them. That’s not the point.

They live in the false bottom of his trunk, tucked between cold sweaters and scraps of parchment. They’re private. Sacred. A place to say all the things he can't with a mouth full of pride and bitterness.

He doesn’t stop.

Some letters are sharp, spitting venom he doesn't have the courage to say aloud:

Was it worth it? The freedom? The friends? You left me behind in a house that’s rotting from the inside out.

Some are stitched with memory, aching and too soft:

You used to sneak chocolate into my pillowcase when I cried. I kept waiting for you to do it again. You never did.

And some–most–feel like screaming underwater:

I think something’s wrong with me. I don’t hate you enough.

They pile up like confessions, stuffed between spare gloves and empty spellbooks. He never rereads them. He doesn’t have to. He remembers every word.

Until fourth year.

Until one of them disappears.

It happens one afternoon–rain smearing the castle windows, the library half-empty. He tucks a fresh letter between the pages of Advanced Defensive Magic: Volume II. He doesn’t mean to leave it there. He just needs a second. A breath. A way to still his trembling hands.

When he returns to the table, the book is still there.

The letter isn’t.

He knows instantly which one it was–the one written in ink, not pencil. The one where he let too much spill out:

Sometimes I think I’m not like them. Not like Mother. Not like Father. But I don’t know how to leave, Sirius. I don’t know how you did it.

Regulus searches. Everywhere. His bag. His robes. The dormitory floor. Nothing.

He can’t breathe.

Maybe Sirius found it.

Maybe someone else did.

Maybe it’s drifting through the halls now, proof of weakness. Of betrayal.

He waits–for a letter. A look. A confrontation. Something.

But nothing comes.

Sirius doesn’t look at him any differently in the corridors. Doesn’t pull him aside. Doesn’t say a word.

Just keeps laughing with his friends. Keeps being loud. Keeps forgetting Regulus exists.

Regulus’s stomach knots.

It could’ve been anyone. A nosy Gryffindor. A curious Ravenclaw. A ghost, even.

But it feels like him.

Like something Sirius would read–and choose to stay silent about.

He doesn’t know who has it.

But if it reached Sirius–if it ever did–

then the silence is worse than any response.

And Regulus?

He never writes again.

But some nights–when the castle is cold and quiet, when even the fire in the Slytherin common room feels far away–he opens the trunk, now tightly locked.

Just to see how empty it looks without the missing piece.

Just to remember what it felt like

to almost be heard.

A/n: and I oop-

[moonagedaydream13]

I love you, i’m sorry

Jegulus microfic - 777 words - angst

First microfic and first time posting my writing so pls me nice :)

Regulus knew, of course he knew. He knew the day Sirius left him alone in that hollow, cold house. And now he was simply trying to survive, or more accurately, you could say he was protecting him. Because in the end, it always leads back to James.

He stood there, at the top of the astronomy tower. It was cold tonight, looking just on the brim of rain, matching the feelings regulus was carrying. He knew James would find him up here, he didn't know how the boy did it, but James never failed to find Regulus, even when he didn't want to be found. Just on time, Regulus heard the sound of footsteps behind him, he knew it was James, who else would it be.

“Hey, you didn’t come down to eat” James said as he walked up beside Regulus, leaning towards the boy. Regulus' face was hidden in the dark, hiding his red, glossy eyes. He hated that he’d been crying, he hated that the second he heard James' voice, he wanted to cry all over again. “I wasn’t hungry” Regulus says, barely above a whisper.

It was silent for a moment before James finally spoke, “Reg, what happened?”. Regulus felt his eyes burn, “I'm sorry James” he’s crying now, “i'm so, so sorry”. And James, being the man he is, wraps Regulus in his arms, holding him close while whispering sweet words to his boyfriend. “Hey, it’s alright love, you're ok”.

“No, no it’s not.” It’s wrong, Regulus can’t do this to him, he forces himself to take a step back, leaving James arms even if his body protests. He wishes the world would stop, that everything would stop and give him more time. He wishes he could travel back in time, all to avoid the pained look of confusion on James face. “Regulus?” is all James says. While still crying, all he can muster up is “i’m sorry”, a look of realization crosses James face and it’s like the entire world came crashing down.

James was now crying, along with Regulus, he looked at him like he was trying to read his thoughts. Looking like he was waiting for Regulus to tell him it wasn't true, but all James could do was reach out for his boyfriend's arm, reluctantly Regulus let him. He lifted Regulus’s sleeve to reveal what he was dreading most, ink sprawled onto his skin, poisoning his veins. He felt his heart break, because the boy he loved looked at him with betrayal. The air grew thick as neither dared to speak a word.

“It’s not too late, reg, you can still leave, come stay with me” James begs him, trying to convince him to go and live with him, to run away from all of this. “Look, before you say no, just, i graduate soon and i’m moving into my own place, there’s extra rooms, it works' ' he's crying, “just please reg”. Oh how he wishes it would be that easy. “I can’t, James you know I can’t” he wishes the other boy would understand. “No, don’t say that”, “please just stay, stay with me, we can be happy Regulus”. He wishes he could stay, every bone in his body is begging him to run away with James, he wants nothing more than to hold onto him and never let him go, to kiss him until he can’t breathe, to tell James, ‘please take me, no matter what i say, bring me with you.’ but he knows it’s already too late as he feels his arm sting where the mark is.

He pulls his hand away from James' hold, “I'm sorry” he whispers. Please forgive me James. And oh Regulus wants to take everything back, James looks like he was just stabbed in the heart, and Regulus was holding the knife. James Potter, the boy who smiles so brightly, like he’s the sun himself is now looking like he lost all light in his eyes. Regulus did that. He managed to burn the only boy he truly loved. The only person he let himself be loved by.

So much goes unspoken between them, leaving them destined to be an unfinished story, a tale that gets lost and eventually forgotten.

Without another word, he leaves. Leaving James standing there, alone.

I’m sorry James, he thinks to himself, please forgive me.

Please forgive me, he thinks as he walks into the cave alone, I love you, he thinks as the water clings to his skin. Don’t forget me, he thinks as hands begin to claw at his skin. ‘Sirius’ he whispers in his last breath before being dragged into the water.

[messrsrarchives]

I will never understand people saying that Sirius didn’t love his brother, or even that he hated him,

Sirius tore his child hood home apart, but left regulus room intact.

Also when he said “my idiot brother, soft enough to believe”

Soft enough is such a loaded term to me. It’s like he’s trying to shift some of the blame off of regulus shoulders and on to their parents.

What are your thoughts??!

i have so many thoughts here and all of them can be so easily summarised into "love is messy", and i think in the case of sirius and reg it's more that their love and their hate are so linked that it's easy to get them confused.

they don't even know what one wins out a lot of the time. take sirius leaving home for example, in fics we don't see *everything*. we see it (1) through the characters eyes but (2) as much as they see it - a lot of the time they're hiding parts of themselved that don't make it into their inner monologue until later.

and in this scenario it often leads to sirius blaming regulus for staying behind or reg hating sirius for leaving - but it's so much messier than that yk? we're limited by the emotional awareness and intelligence of two stunted kids who were never taught right from wrong, and hardly know what familial love even is.

but it's love. love is why sirius didn't touch regulus' room, even if he hated him, he couldn't being himself to empty it. maybe some fear too? if he had emptied it, he'd have been the one to find those newspaper scraps and the "shrine", and he wouldn't be able to fall himself into believing regulus was just soft.

and it's love when sirius is looking at the tapestry: soft enough to believe them, soft enough to be warped by them. i've always taken that line as, yes resentful but also as like a "this isn't my brother, he was moulded into this, soft enough to be crafted into what they wanted" type of thing??

idk. i'm rambling but sirius didn't have very strong morals, we know this. we know about the prank, we know that his love is wonky and we know that he does the wrong sometimes and i think this idea that he hated regulus kind of dismisses the fact that being on the right side doesn't make you perfect. he has wonky morals and he does the wrong thing sometimes, and his love for regulus persists because of that.

and the fact that sirius hated regulus because he left him behind? not even gonna touchhhh upon that. what an odd thing for people to say.

but yah !! he loved reg. he also hated reg. and those two emotions aren't mutually exclusive. i think he loved reg, and he held onto that love by not clearing out that bedroom because he knew he'd hate him if he found out he wasn't just soft, but that he wanted this. 🙂↕️ love and hate 🙂↕️

[seriousbrat]

why I don't think the Blacks were actually that wealthy is this:

"A reasonable amount of gold."

So, Harry inherits ALL of Sirius's money, house, his house-elf. Since Grimmauld Place goes to Sirius after the death of his parents, it's fair to assume that he also got all their money. He also, as we know, inherited a good chunk of gold from his Uncle Alphard. Being in Azkaban for 12 years and later living in hiding/at Grimmauld place, he probably did not spend much of that money. His one big expense is the Firebolt, which, yeah, is expensive but if the Blacks had been uber loaded like they're portrayed in fic, I don't think Dumbledore would have used the word "reasonable" to describe what was left to Harry.

Reasonable suggests to me that yeah, it's a decent amount. But it's not MORE than what Harry already had. It's not an EXTREME amount.

Another thing for me is the matter of Bellatrix's marriage. Narcissa and Lucius seem to genuinely be in love, but I don't think Bellatrix mentions Rodolphus, her literal husband, ONCE (correct me if I'm wrong but I'm fairly certain) in the ENTIRE series. She was in love with Voldemort. She probably didn't want to marry Rodolphus and clearly didn't care much about him. This suggests to me that the motivations behind this marriage were financial rather than romantic. Even Narcissa's marriage to Lucius was probably financially motivated, even though they were lucky enough to actually be a good match. Walburga married her own cousin- again, this was likely financially motivated.

The other clue is Grimmauld Place itself. Historically, wealthy/aristocratic families would have a london townhouse for the season, but reside most of the time in country estates or manor houses. There's no mention of any Black family estate at all, and if there was one Sirius being the eldest male heir would have inherited it, as would Harry later. The fact that the Blacks live only in their London house (which is not even that ostentatious, it's terraced and between Muggle houses. why would they choose this.) suggests to me that any country estate they might have had was sold. I guess you could argue that Cygnus and his daughters lived there, but he was the younger male so i find this unlikely. If anything, it would have gone to Alphard. It might have passed to Cygnus upon his death, but that still leaves Walburga without.

What I think happened was that the Blacks were a typical old money family with dwindling resources. Likely Orion and Walburga did not work, and yet still clung to a lavish, aristocratic lifestyle while burning the galleons they had. Grimmauld Place is in a state of disrepair, and yeah it's been abandoned for 12+ years but imo it probably started before that. Kreacher is OBSESSED with Black family heirlooms, which suggests that Walburga probably was too- likely she clung onto them as signs of her family's wealth and status, which was fading away before her eyes.

Personally I think Alphard probably inherited the bulk of what was left of the Black fortune, possibly an estate which he then either sold or gave to someone else- but presumably not Walburga, as she blasted him off the tapestry.

And the blasting of Alphard itself. Yeah Walburga hated Sirius and anyone who looked kindly on him, but imo if had she been rolling in it and money was of no concern, Alphard leaving Sirius some gold might not have been especially noteworthy to her. I believe that she was hoping that either she or Regulus would inherit the gold, and when he left it to Sirius she reacted VERY angrily. Because tbh, it might have just gone to him by default as the eldest male heir if Cygnus was dead by that time, which if this is the case seems likely because Alphard DID leave Sirius money. If it was just about him being fond of Sirius she likely would have blasted him off earlier. It seems to me like it was about the money, and to me explains why Walburga was so bitter and so possessive over her legacy.

edit: it is actually canon that inheritance in the Black family goes through the male line:

[sorrowful-wallflower]

Marauderstober Oct 5th

Jegulus-James and Black Cat Reggie Cuddles

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Jegulus- Black Cat Reggie & James Cuddles

James was sitting on the couch in the living room of Potter Manor while a flurry of activity happened around him. He was in his own little world and didn’t want to listen to whatever Dumbledore had to say. It was probably more of ‘they knew the risks or I’m sorry we lost them but it was a necessary sacrifice for the greater good of the war’. James was tired of the war and just wanted to take all of his loved ones and run until it was over. He didn’t even care anymore.

They had already lost so many people, those who were friends and those that he barely knew. They had ‘lost’ Regulus last year, only for Dumbledore to tell them that he made the sacrifice to go into the cave but it was okay because they got the Horcrux. It was fucking bullshit. James was getting better at pretending around Dumbledore and so far he was none the wiser. When he first told them about Regulus, Sirius went off on a tangent and James just collapsed on the floor and cried.

Now, they know the truth. Regulus showed up at Potter Manor the same day that Dumbledore told them that he was dead. Needless to say, James and Sirius proceeded to lose their collective minds when they walked into the house and found Regulus sitting on the couch.

As Dumbledore headed for the floo, Leo, James’ black cat, jumped up onto his lap and nudged his hand until James started to pet him absentmindedly. Everyone else who didn’t live in Potter Manor left a few minutes later and Sirius plopped down on the couch next to James. He reached out and scratched Leo behind the ears before he pulled his hand back quickly to avoid getting scratched.

“You little shit,” Sirius complained as he rubbed his hand. He wasn’t quick enough.

“What did you expect to happen, Pads?” James laughed lightly.

“It’s not my fault he has to transform every time someone comes over,” Sirius huffed as he crossed his arms over his chest like a petulant child.

“Considering, you are the one who told Dumbledore that he could have the meetings here when I was out on a mission, it kind of is,” James shrugged as Regulus curled up in James’ lap and hissed at his brother.

“Well, everyone is gone now,“ Sirius said slowly. “You can change back now, Reg.”

James knew that Regulus wouldn’t change back before he was absolutely positive that no one else was going to show up at Potter Manor. They had talked about it one night when neither of them could sleep and James couldn’t blame him. It was bad enough that everyone assumed he was a good-for-nothing Deatheater, even if Dumbledore had told them that he was a spy for the Order the whole time. Some of the Order didn’t understand or didn’t care that he was forced into serving Voldemort. James knew the second he saw the mark and he promised that he would never leave Regulus to deal with it on his own.

“Whatever, I just don’t see why he still acts like he hates me. It’s not like I made him choose to fake his death,” Sirius continued after he figured out that Regulus wasn’t going to change back.

“You’ll have to ask him later, Pads,” James shrugged as he scratched Regulus behind the ears in the same spot that Sirius had tried earlier and Regulus started to purr.

Sirius saw this and put a hand over his heart in mock offence before storming off to find Remus. James tried to hold back his laughter at his dramatics but it didn’t help that Regulus had moved to snuggle in the crook of his neck and he was ticklish.

“You really do like annoying him, don’t you, love?” James asked after he was able to calm down some more.

Regulus looked at him with his storm grey eyes and James could see him smiling with them before nudging into him some more to say ‘Of course’. It made James smile, big and bright. It didn’t matter what form Regulus chose to be in when they were cuddling. There were perks to both. As a cat, he was so soft and made the most precious sounds. James had had a cat when he was younger. Unfortunately, she passed away when he was still in school. Regulus was better, even though he did love Cleo.

When Regulus cuddled as a human, James knew all of the secret spots to make him squirm until he punched James lightly and glared at him. He had the same glare as a cat though. When James looked at the clock, he noticed that it was almost nine in the evening. Why Dumbledore had to come so late, he would never know nor did he care to ask. James was lowkey one more ‘their sacrifice was for the greater good’ away from punching him in the face and telling the entire Order to find somewhere else to hold their meetings. Just because his parents allowed it when they were alive, didn’t mean he would for much longer.

Regulus buried his head into James’ neck and trilled until James moved over slightly so that Regulus could position himself better on James’ shoulder and glare at Sirius who had come back into the room and scoffed. James just smiled. He knew the brothers loved each other. They just liked to play up the fact that they hated each other once upon a time.

“Are you ready to go to bed, love?” James asked as he yawned.

It had been a long day and he was ready for the day to be over. Regulus rubbed his head against James’ before jumping down into his lap so it was easier for James to pick him up and carry him to their room. James did so and walked up the stairs before setting Regulus down on the bed and changing into his pyjama bottoms. It was October now and it was starting to get a little chilly at night, even if James was a human furnace according to Regulus.

When James crawled into the bed, Regulus kneaded the pillow next to him and circled it until James was done moving around. Once Regulus was satisfied with James’ position, he curled up on top of James’ chest and watched him with his curious eyes. James knew what he was thinking. James was thinking the same thing.

“I know, baby. I don’t want to be here either,” James whispered.

He didn’t want Sirius to hear him, even though he knew he couldn’t. They were on totally different floors and the door was shut. But James didn’t want to have another argument with Sirius about the fact that James didn’t want to be a part of the war any more than Regulus did. Sirius was adamant that Regulus had influenced his decision, which was partially true but he had been thinking about it for a while. They have been out of school and fighting this war for over two years now and they are no closer to winning than when they started and James is just tired of it.

Regulus purred and curled up on James' chest, falling asleep within a few minutes. He didn’t think it would take long for him to fall asleep either but he was waiting to see if Regulus planned on transforming back tonight or not. Not that it made a difference. James watched as Regulus purred contently in his sleep while James rubbed his back. It was one of James’ favourite things to do when Regulus was in his cat form.

“I love you, Regulus,” James said quietly as he nuzzled his nose into Regulus’ fur.

James fell asleep after his eyelids became so heavy he couldn’t keep them open any longer even if he tried. But right before he let sleep drag him under, he felt Regulus transform back and curl into his side.

“I love you too, Jamie.”

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