#regulus black songs

[karistiltskin]

nessa barrett’s music is extremely regulus black coded.

no i will not explain, go listen.

[bloodbruise]

college barista james falling in love with college radio host regulus through song.

james tunes into the campus radio every tuesday night—not because he’s really into finding new music, but because regulus is the voice behind it. regulus’ show is all late-night jazz, obscure indie tracks, and that smooth, low commentary that james could listen to for hours. the first time james hears it live, in person at the café, he nearly spills the iced latte he’s making all over himself.

he isn’t completely pathetic, though—he flirts a little, drops hints here and there. memorizes regulus’ favorite drink so it’s always waiting for him when he walks in. asks about why his favorite songs are his favorite. still listens every tuesday as he falls for him more and more.

james has never called into the show—he wouldn’t know what to say—but regulus’ voice still fills his dorm every week.

one night, regulus runs a quiet segment where listeners can request songs and share a few words. james, maybe a little tipsy from the cheap wine he and sirius scored by charming the lady at the corner store, finally decides to call in. he keeps it simple, asking for a song he knows regulus loves—"the only love song he can tolerate," as he once told james. when “the boy” by the smashing pumpkins starts playing, james hears regulus laugh softly into the mic, a sound warmer than any wine. “someone out there has good taste,” regulus says, and james feels his heart skip.

on air, regulus doesn’t let on if he knows it’s james, but the next day, as james makes his usual coffee, regulus gives him a small, knowing smile—like he just might.

[starchaserwrites]

metalhead guitar player latino james who grew up listening to reggaeton and goes viral for adding guitar riffs to some old school songs.

pretentious classical pianist regulus who pretends he can't stand urban music but has spent hours scrolling through james' videos.

send tweet.

[doodlemcjazzhands]

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

James “and then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like ‘I love you’” Potter

[nikolai-alexi]

James “kiss me on the mouth, and love me like a sailor” Potter

Regulus “i don’t believe in god, but i believe that you’re my saviour” Black

[regeditt]

james: i love it when you speak french

regulus: voulez vous coucher avec moi?? ce soir??

james: what's that mean

regulus: don't worry about it

[seekmemystar]

James: Name one hero who was happy ...you can't

Regulus: I can't

James: I know. They never let you be famous AND happy. I'll tell you a secret.

Regulus: Tell me.

James: I'm going to be the first. Swear it.

Regulus: Why me?

James: Because you're the reason. Swear it.

[exoras-deus]

The whole fandom is set on traumatizing these poor kids, so I'm giving them a break and a nice peaceful evening, falling asleep piled up on the common room couch. They deserve the rest ✨ (as we all do honestly)

The world is a bit scary right now, so let's keep bringing peace and sweetness, and remember to take care of ourselves and the ones we love <3

[yesiamprocrastinating]

“Please, you won’t even look at me” Lily to Petunia after getting her Hogwarts letter.

“Please, you won’t even look at me” Sirius to Regulus after he’s sorted into Gryffindor.

“Please, you won’t even look at me” Andromeda to Narcissa after she starts dating Ted.

“Please, you won’t even look at me” Evan to Pandora after getting the dark mark.

“Please, you won’t even look at me” Bellatrix to Narcissa after she finds out what Bellatrix did to Alice.

[pxrty-crxsher]

"I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world."

-Patroclus

Art by: alex_loga_02

[ecstarry]

@into-the-jeggyverse / crime / 446 words / @velanavis

It had to mean something, right? James thought to himself. 

An hour ago, their knees had brushed, and Regulus hadn’t moved away. Then, fifteen minutes later, Regulus had leaned in slightly, and their thighs had touched too. Ten minutes after that, their elbows had even pressed together.

James knew he was overthinking it, knew how ridiculous it sounded to interpret these gestures as something meaningful. But this was Regulus.

The same Regulus who, just last year, couldn’t even look James in the eye when he visited Sirius. The boy who took months to seem comfortable being alone in the same room with him.

And now they were here, in Regulus’ room. Both sitting at the edge of his bed, close enough that their knees were bumping and their thighs were touching. Sharing a pair of wired headphones while Regulus passionately explained why it was an absolute crime that James only knew “Creep” by Radiohead—a lie James told just to hear him ramble.

“This one is still pretty famous but I never get tired of listening to it,” Regulus explained in a quiet voice, even with the music playing they were close enough they didn’t need to raise their voices to hear each other. 

James couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty about lying just to get Regulus rambling about something. He loved it. James had picked up on what subjects got Regulus talking. Music was by far the easiest one.

When the last song of the playlist ended, Regulus carefully removed the headphones and began rolling them up.

James panicked. He couldn’t let this end, not yet. His mind scrambled for another band to feign ignorance about.

“Mr. Brightside is the best The Killers song,’” he blurted out.

Regulus chuckled and turned to him, his gaze softening as the blush creeping up James’ neck betrayed him. 

“You don’t have to lie,” Regulus said, his voice as gentle and genuine.

James stuttered, his cheeks flushing hot, but Regulus interrupted before he could form a coherent response.

“I know my brother got his music taste from you. It’s kind of cute that you’re doing all this, but you don’t have to.”

“Why did you play along then?”

Regulus shrugged, the corners of his lips curling into a small smile. “I could never pass up an opportunity to nerd out about Thom Yorke.”

“Right,” James replied, trying to mask the tinge of disappointment in his voice. For a fleeting second, he’d let himself believe Regulus might admit he enjoyed this, enjoyed him.

“And this is nice,” Regulus confessed with a soft smile.  

James froze. “Oh, really? Spending time with me?”

Regulus bumped his knee one more time before standing up, “Don’t push it, James.”

[beataylorsversion]

regulus "cause i loved you, i swear i loved you, till my dying day" black

and

james "and I still talk to you (when I'm screaming at the sky)" potter

[ultravioletbrit]

“ball” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 305 words

Regulus is sitting on the couch with one foot tucked under him and James’ feet in his lap and he’s absentmindedly playing with the hem of James’ joggers. He’s reading a fascinating book Pandora got him about the interconnection between Greek philosophy and mythology; James is reading a magazine that Regulus has never heard of. Regulus is getting lost in the moment until he hears Sirius snickering from across the room, he tries to ignore it, but Sirius doesn’t stop.

“What?” Regulus looks up, annoyed.

“You guys are the literal embodiment of ‘you know how to ball, I know Aristotle’.” Sirius chuckles.

“Did you just compare us to a Taylor Swift lyric?” Regulus raises an eyebrow.

“I mean…” Sirius gestures between Regulus and James.

“You mean what?” Regulus narrows his eyes.

“What are you reading?” Sirius asks instead of answering.  

Regulus reluctantly looks at his book about Greek philosophy then just glares at Sirius who cackles in response. “So? James is also reading?” Regulus tries to justify.

“James, what are you reading?” Sirius asks.

Regulus looks at James who’s trying very hard not to giggle when he says, “FourFourTwo.”

“I don’t even know what that is.”

“It’s my football magazine, love.” James tells him with a chuckle.

“Face it, Reggie. Your relationship is a walking, talking Taylor song.” Sirius leans back with a smug smile.

Before Regulus can respond, Barty and Evan walk in the living room and throw themselves on the other couch. “Hey, Sirius? You want to play video games with me and Ev?” Barty asks, unaware of the current conversation.

James and Sirius look at each other and burst out laughing.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Regulus mumbles and rolls his eyes.

“What?” Barty looks between the three of them.

“It’s Taylor’s world, Barty. We’re just living in it.” Sirius tells him.

“Well, obviously.” Barty rolls his eyes.

[niamhthefae]

rip sirius black you would've loved the arctic monkeys

rip james potter you would've loved midwest emo

rip remus lupin you would've loved kevin atwater (he would die at star tripping for obvious reasons)

rip lily evans you would've loved paris paloma

rip mary macdonald you would've loved sabrina carpenter

rip marlene mckinnon you would've loved chapell roan

rip barty crouch jr you would've loved maneskin

rip pandora rosier you would've loved laufey

rip regulus black you would've loved evanescence

rip dorcas meadowes you would've loved sofia isella

[kingstarkingslay]

What if the reason why we get so attached to fictional characters is because they were supposed to be our soulmates but we were born in different universes