#Regulus Black

[imeona]

i was experimenting n messing around and that's how this unorganized jegulus sketch came to be, idk. christmas! + i identify as the snowman

[until-the-house-shakes]

I feel like Barty would ask Evan the most RANDOM questions at like 3 AM.

Barty: if I died. Do you want them to surgically connect my dick to you? Like do you want my dick for your bottom surgery?

Evan: I don’t think that’s how it works.

Barty:… damn.

*Barty waking up Evan as if he just had a nightmare*

Barty: Do you think my animagus would be a horse?

Evan: Why would it be a horse?

Barty: I’m so scared of them Ev. Please say it wouldn’t be a horse.

Evan:… WHY WOULD IT BE A HORSE?

One more

Barty: When we get married, can Reg be my best man?

Evan: No.

Barty: … oh so I guess we’re not getting married then

Evan: He’s officiating it.

Barty:… fine.

[alexsays-no]

They’re idiots

[star-and-star-byproducts]

Regulus yelling at James for doing some dumb shit and James kissing him on the forehead which makes him go quiet immediately

[my-castles-crumbling]

christmas cards - 25 days of jegumas - december 19 - @noblehouseofgay - word count: 288 - trans!Regulus - warning: mention of past deadnaming but it's a happy fic!

Growing up, Regulus always hated the idea of sending out Christmas greetings. 

Though his parents were very selective with who they decided to grace with a missive around the holidays, they still sent something to keep up appearances and connections. And the knowledge that a card had been signed with the name he’d been given at birth always sent a stabbing feeling to his chest. Greetings from the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, the letter started. And at the end? Regards, Orion, Walburga, Sirius, and Regina. 

He despised it.

So when he’d finally managed to escape his parents’ hold and James mentioned happily that Effie and Monty had put him on the Potter Family Christmas Card, he balked, remembering horribly stiff letters and closing signatures that made him nauseous.

“No,” he mumbled, frowning. “I don’t…I didn’t want…”

And James just looked confused. “What? Why? It’s…I actually thought it was sweet, but if you don’t want..”

He pulled out a small card, offering it to Regulus, who took it nervously.

But there on the thick paper were moving pictures that made his body relax and his anxiously-beating heart melt. Shots of Effie hugging James and Sirius. Sirius putting Regulus in a headlock. Monty helping Regulus put the star on the tree. The three boys eating cereal at the table, all wrapped in horribly festive jumpers. And one of James softly kissing a sleeping Regulus on the forehead, both of them curled up on the couch.

At the bottom, it read: Wishing you the happiest of holidays. Love, James, Sirius, Regulus, Euphemia, and Fleamont.

Refusing to cry, Regulus just held the card close to his chest. “I guess this is alright, then,” he mumbled, ignoring James’s thrilled smile.

[notenoughdramaaa]

Me out here building two insane timelines and fixing all the time-travel messes just ’cause nobody wanted to write a fic where Regulus goes back, saves himself and James, keeps Sirius outta Azkaban, and makes a whole new Voldemort-free universe so he and James can be happy. Like, c’mon, fanfic writers—you already let me down once. Don’t make me write my own Jegulus version of While You Were Sleeping too

[my-castles-crumbling]

fake - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - warning: canon compliant - word count: 160

“It’s…it’s fake,” James mumbled numbly, staring at the ink contrasting sharply with Regulus’s pale skin.

“No,” Regulus sighed, his face twisted into an anguished expression. “No, it’s–”

“It’s fake,” James repeated, insisting Regulus agree with him this time. He kept talking, cutting Regulus off from whatever he tried to say next. “No!” His whole body felt like lead. His heartbeat was so loud he couldn’t hear anything else. Tears flooded his eyes and panic flooded his nervous system completely. “No. Because my Regulus wouldn’t have–couldn’t have! He’s not like them.” he stated, not thinking through his words. Not thinking about the circumstances that could have led to the mark on Regulus’s arm.

But as he realized what he said, it was too late to take it back.

Because Regulus’s desperate expression morphed into one of stone. “Well,” he mumbled, already standing and walking away. “I guess I’m not yours then.” 

That was the last time James ever saw Regulus Black.

[thessynyx]

fan fiction isn’t enough anymore I need to inject James Potter directly into my veins

[forthestarsx]

the pair of two slytherins - one a heavily traumatised, glare-till-you-drop goth and the other a batshit-crazy drug addict on the brink of collapse - seem significantly less intimidating when you find out that they call their boyfriends 'jamie' and 'rosie'

[curiouslymyown]

James: *dancing on tables in the great hall*

Regulus, lovestruck: ugh he’s such an idiot

Some other slytherin: yeah he is

Regulus: HEY

Regulus: that is MY idiot

Regulus: get the fuck out of here

[ccccatttta]

one thing that i haven't ever totally agreed with is how some part of the fandom portrays sirius as this character that was born good and who has been against his family from the second he learned how to talk.

the tragedy behind the black brothers is that one of them had a support system who helped him see how his family's beliefs were not the correct way to go and offered him a safe space to run to when it all came crashing down. while the other was stuck not only by his family's duty but everywhere he turned was also filled with the same beliefs.

i don't think sirius was fighting with his parents about muggles and blood purity until maybe a year after coming back from hogwarts. i think he had the same beliefs, actually, because that's all he knew. he might have doubted them a time or two after spending time with andromeda or alphard, but at the end of the day he was a child, and children do follow whatever their parents tell them to, especially when there's not a proper and constant role model teaching them there is another way.

sirius was the proper black heir until getting to hogwarts, but deconstructing himself didn't take a day. i've read how he feels free the second he gets into gryffindor, and how with a single chat with james, he's ready to forget about everything his parents have spent years telling him.

sirius was probably spewing the same pureblood things his parents taught him, he was probably not happy about getting into gryffindor in the first place, it's against everything he had been told his entire life.

that's where the marauders intervene, he is able to have his own beliefs and realize that his family was wrong because he had a whole group of people teaching him and allowing him to make mistakes along the way without fear.

while regulus has been stuck forever, first in his own house, then in slytherin, and then with the death eaters. he also learnt about loyalty and friendship and what was wrong or right, yes. but he didn't have the freedom to even talk out loud about it given the place he was in.

their own personalities doom both of them. when sirius learns that his family is wrong, he turns defiant and outspoken, that's how he is and even if he's aware of it or not, he has the liberty of having a place to go to when things go wrong. regulus is cunning and thinks everything through first, so even if he learns his family is wrong, he knows he can't say anything, his friends are tied in the same world, and his only "protector" is gone.

that's the tragedy between them.

they are both the same, no one wasn't born being "good", one just got lucky enough to be placed with the correct people

[lena15-08]

14 year old James who moved on from his crush on Lily to be absolutely besotted by Regulus Black.

15 year old James who managed to finally get Regulus to like him back, maybe even love.

16 year old James who pocketed the marauders map and put on his invisibility cloak to go meet Regulus in the depths of the night.

16 year old James who never told Sirius or his friends about him because Regulus was not yet ready to face his brother.

16 year old Regulus who falls deeper into the trenches with the absolute void that was James. He couldnt help it, James' whole presence required you to be absorbed within him.

17 year old James, spending his days worrying about how to talk to Sirius about him falling in love with his brother.

17 year old Regulus who is forced to join the death eaters by his family.

17 year old Regulus who loves James so much, that he doesnt have the heart to watch James hate him for what he has become.

"Obliviate"

18 year old James who feels a bit concussed as he went back to his dorm from the astronomy tower at midnight. He doesnt even remember why he was there in the first place.

18 year old James who gets enamoured by Lily Evans yet again and this time, its reciprocated.

17 year old Regulus watches as James and Lily spend their days filled with happiness.

Regulus drowns at age 17 with his final thoughts being that of James. Now nobody knew of what once was and could've been.

18 year old James, who has never really even talked to Regulus, feels his heart hollow at the news of him dying. He wonders why. Maybe its sympathetic pain, it was Sirius's little brother after all.

And that was all he was.

[ersatzdagger]

Starchaser Week Day 4 - Royalty AU

[ultravioletbrit]

“fake” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 469 words

“xmas cards” - 25 Days of Jegumas - Day 19 - @noblehouseofgay

Jamie <3: do you know how gorgeous you are? Regulus: What do you want? Jamie <3: just to tell you how stunning you are! Jamie <3: and how much i love you Regulus: James. Jamie <3: fine. marlene is bringing her good camera tonight because some people asked her to take pictures for their xmas cards Jamie <3: so i was thinking… Regulus: No. Jamie <3: i knew you would love the idea! Jamie <3: just wanted to make sure you had time to make your already perfect curls more perfect Jamie <3: love you! Regulus: No. Regulus: James. No. Regulus: Answer your phone, James. Regulus: JAMES!

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Regulus scowls at himself in the mirror. “I’m not doing it.” He tells himself as he finishes perfecting his curls. He takes that one curl in the front that never stays where it’s supposed to, “We’re not doing it.” He says to the curl before tucking it behind his ear. He gives himself one last look then leaves the bathroom with a heavy sigh to go find James.

“You look incredible, love.” James tells him the moment he steps in the living room. He walks over and wraps Regulus in a hug and Regulus’ arms instinctively wrap around James’ neck. When they pull back slightly, James smiles and tucks that stubborn curl back behind Regulus’ ear. Regulus rolls his eyes because that thing will never stay in place.

“James, I love you, but I’m not doing this.” Regulus tells him. James opens his mouth but Regulus cuts him off. “I look ridiculous in pictures like this. I always look stiff, and my smile looks fake and they never turn out good. Let’s just send the cards with the snowmen on them. You liked those!” Regulus tries to reason.

James’ bottom lip turns into an exaggerated pout and Regulus’ eyes are pleading for him to understand. They hold eye contact for several moments having a silence conversation before James eventually sighs.

“Okay.” James pouts. “Marls, Reg and I aren’t going to do pictures.” James tells Marlene, who Regulus didn’t even realize was in the room.

“Oh, I already got yours.” She tells them.

“What?” Regulus and James say at the same time.

“Here.” Marlene holds her camera out for them to look at the pictures. “This one’s probably my favorite.” She shows them a picture of James tucking that damn curl behind Regulus’ ear. James has a sweet smile and even though Regulus is rolling his eyes, he still looks fond as he leans towards James. It’s sort of perfectly… them.  

Regulus and James share a look then glance back at the picture. James’ eyes are practically twinkling with excitement when he turns to look pleadingly at Regulus. Regulus wouldn’t be able to say ‘no’ to those eyes even if he tried. And he has to admit, it’s a pretty good picture that he wouldn’t mind seeing on a Christmas card.

“Okay.” He smiles and rolls his eyes and quickly finds himself wrapped in James’ arms again.

[calamitoustide]

one day regulus comes home to find james and harry in their living room surrounded by like a dozen christmas trees because “they couldn’t pick just one” “they need more holiday cheer” “the other ones would be sad if they left them there” i know this for a fact