Sorry If You Don’t Like Sad Jegulus. I Like It More When Reg Survives And There’s Awkward Jegulily

Young Sirius to James: You and Regulus are gonna love each other and then we’ll all be brothers!

James: *makes fun of him*

Reg: *doesn’t realize he’s joking and ends up hexing him.*

Sirius: 😃 you gotta be fucking kidding me😃

If you think of Regulus like that then that’s fine. No one is telling you you can’t. Some people just think of Regulus differently because we have so little to work with that we can interpret them in different ways.

I personally think that Regulus was emotionally manipulated and abused by his parents, some people think he was put on a pedestal by his parents.

That’s what’s so fun about these characters: there isn’t really a right or wrong. Don’t get mad at people who want to make Regulus more than a plot device, I assure you we can all exist peacefully with different opinions.

Honestly, the real reason why I love/really like Regulus Black is because I WANT him to be this super badass, dark, snarky, sexy, mysterious asshole who doesn’t give a fuck about anyone. Sure, I’ll hate him as a person but I’ll love him as a character. I usually love the villains way more than the heroes, like, I find myself wanting grey characters to be more evil.

Sadly, his fans have made it REALLY hard for me to like him, they turn him into this poor, abused sweetheart who was secretly in love with James and was blackmailed into being a death eater and was an angel who did nothing wrong, like, NO! Stop ruining it for me, when I read about him and he appeared for, like, 10 seconds or something, I thought his character had potential, specifically in fanfics, but his fans make me wanna scratch my eyes out. Like, stop making him a poor little white boy, make dark headcanons about him, make him more complicated and interesting. His fans are just extremely annoying, and it REALLY pisses me off when they say “Regulus Black is the TRUE Slytherin hero”. Like... wtf?? What Regulus did was extremely heroic and god bless him for doing that, but... y’all gotta stop comparing the most complicated Harry Potter character ever to a plot device.

Wait they’re right! Remember when Regulus Black defected Lord Voldemort and fought against him for years and was a spy for nearly two decades and sacrificed his entire life in the process and truly believed in the Order’s cause and saved the entire Wizarding World?

Me neither, that was Severus Snape. Read the fucking books.

It annoys me how they compare the most beautifully-written character ever to a fucking cardboard cutout 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

Okay, but do you all also realize how regulus issues in Carpe Noctem are all trauma responses? Because him trying to please everyone and constantly trying to keep the peace despite how it affects him badly, he doesn’t think his opinion matter, and tries to avoid all confrontations as long as possible. His characterization in that fic is honestly all so heart breaking, it’s like he doesn’t even think he matters as a person.

Pt. 3 to Rockstar Regulus head canon

When they were younger, Sirius and Regulus took singing lessons.

Sirius was always better. He had this natural talent that Regulus could never keep up with.

How was he supposed to know what note comes after another just by ear? It didn’t matter how many times Regulus would repeat after Sirius, he just couldn’t get the notes.

It wasn’t just the music but their voices themselves. Sirius’ voice was like an angel. It was like an audial caress.

It had a fine, polished texture. Sirius could just throw out notes and they would be perfect. He would walk out of the room at the end like he didn’t just make Regulus feel like dirt.

He didn’t understand. He could play the violin proficiently. All the notes made sense on the piano. But his voice was an instrument he could never conquer.

By the time Sirius left for Hogwarts, Regulus was ready to give up singing, but of course he still had to attend lessons.

Sirius always liked his voice. When he came home from school that first summer he told Regulus that his voice was perfect for rock.

Regulus didn’t understand at first. How was saying his voice sounded like rocks a compliment?

That’s when Sirius showed him a the records he borrowed from his friend named Remus (his name was Regulus, who was he to judge?). Sirius locked them up in his room, put up silencing charms, and made the record float in the air and start spinning, somehow producing music. Regulus was shocked how well Sirius took to magic. It was nothing to him.

The voices were… strange. They didn’t sound beautiful like Sirius’, but Regulus found him wanting to hear every word.

When they’d gone through each record, Regulus was still confused. He didn’t sound anything like those voices.

Sirius looked at him like he’d just asked him what quidditch was. He took Regulus by the shoulder, looked him straight in the eyes and said, “Regulus, none of the voices sound like each other! They’re not supposed to sound like chorus’ where every voice is a part of the whole. They don’t blend in; the way your voice doesn’t. You’re voice is perfect because it isn’t perfect. It’s unique!”

Regulus sang more and more as his relationship with his brother slowly dwindled. Singing was an experience him and Sirius shared. If he sang, Sirius would surely be listening.

He trained his ear and spent hours slaving over a piano, just matching pitch. He wrote, and he composed, and he sang to distract himself from the life he was leading. To forget that Sirius wasn’t there anymore. Sirius didn’t want him.

His voice never changed its sound. It got deeper, but that only seemed to boost the effect.

He would be known by millions for his rough music with sharp lyrics coming from a coarse, grimy voice. People could never get his sound out of their head, they always wanted to hear every word coming out of his mouth.

When Sirius first heard Regulus’ voice on the radio, he was mesmerized. He hadn’t heard him sing in years. He was so proud of what his brother had accomplished.

Regulus would’ve given up on everything if he didn’t have his writing, but he would’ve given up on his passion if he didn’t have his brother.

Two nights ago, I had to temporarily leave my home, because my father was throwing plates and mugs, and tried to slap my face

Which, the slap is really fucked up when you think, I have an extremely weak jaw (I had my entire jaw removed in a 10 hour surgery. And my current jaw was hand made by my surgeons using my left fibula) and my father KNOWS this.

I'm currently staying at my partners mom's house for a few days, while things settle down!!

I'm getting my next disability cheque in 3 days, but untill then I have nothing, money wise. I have a Dr's appointment tomorrow, in Mississauga and it'll be about $50 for the uber there and back, and iv estimated that for FOOD for the next 3 days that'll cost me $50 as well!!

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I'm so sorry everyone. I'm trying so hard to get back up on my feet, and I feel like I keep getting shot down.

This one is really weird. It’s kinda sad but not really, you’ll know what I mean if you read it. I’m just tryna help people out of their choices depression because everyone being sad on the main is not doing it for me.

I feel like if Regulus would run away he wouldn’t go to the Potters. He’s way too smart to run away to the most obvious place he would go. No, that bitch is running away never to be seen again, Cullen style.

He would make sure to not leave a trace of himself. Pack up everything in his room and burn the things he’s not gonna take with him. It would look as if it’s just another guest room. He wouldn’t burn his face off the tapestry, he would spell it so he disappeared completely.

He wouldn’t stay at Hogwarts, he wouldn’t stay in the country. He would go to France or Russia or even America and forge a few signatures to make it look like they forgot about a transfer student. Sirius could afford to be so close to the Black Family because he has the protection of the Potters, Regulus can’t.

When Regulus runs, he makes it look like he never existed. So when his family finds out that he’s gone, they’re all gaslighted by the silence. They’re not crazy. There was another Black brother. He existed. Or was there? There’s no proof. And yes, the Black family is crazy, so who’s to say it’s not all in your head? Who in the Black family can say with full certainty that the boy who never spoke unless told to, the boy who stood in the shadows, the boy who only ever followed, actually existed?

Sirius knows Regulus was real. But sometimes, in the darkest hour of the night where it’s just him and his mind swirling in a pool of thought, he can’t help but wonder if the angel that cleaned his wounds was just a figment of his imagination.

Sirius only ever interacted with him when it was needed. So it made sense that he was there for the first eleven years of his life. But when he went to Hogwarts, he didn’t need a security blanket. He wrote letters but they were never answered. He didn’t need an imaginary friend, and so he was gone. And when that angel came to him, wanting to talk, wanting to not be ignored, Sirius turned away. He didn’t need help. He didn’t need comfort. In the daytime, away from home Regulus was just a reminder of that house, not an escape from it.

He tried to remember what he looks like but he doesn’t have pictures of him. The only memories he has of his little brother are blurred. He can’t seem to remember exactly where the freckles on his face landed, he couldn’t remember how tall he was, or the exact length of his hair, or what he looked like smiling.

Sirius is terrified. But those are only moments of doubt. Because James remembers him.

James remembers every detail of Regulus. Sirius decides not to question why James does, scared that it will only lead to more doubt. He just lets James tell him everything he remembers.

Regulus was very much real. He was alive. He was sad he had to go but knew he had to. And he lived a wonderful life.

Sirius: my brother and I get along really well

James: you- you just shoved him into the wall and called him stupid?

Sirius: . . . you clearly don’t understand sibling relationships

An internal monologue I wrote from Regulus’ perspective about Jily. *Incredibly angsty.* (i don’t know how to do the read more thing but know that I would if I could)

I can’t identify my feelings while watching you. You walking in with her on your arm. You move your arm around her waist. She nuzzles into your neck, you kiss her hair.

You look happy. Different from when you were with me. You were happy with me too, but not like that. You look calm. At peace. Like everything has finally fallen in place. Well, everything was already in place, I guess I was the only thing that wasn’t.

I can’t even get mad. Trust me, I am. I am devastated.

No one knows. No one can see. But I am in mourning.

People say love shouldn’t hurt but love is hurt. Love is pain, jealousy, anger, fear, a slow and unmarked torture.

There’s a reason they call it heartache. To ache to be near them, to ache when you’re apart from them. There’s a reason you ‘fall’ in love. It is not deliberate, nor wanted, and if you don’t figure out how you’re going to land before you do, you’ll break.

But I have no right to hurt. I thought you were mine. You told me you were. But seeing you now… I guess we were both foolish. Because I will always be yours, but you were clearly never mine.

I can’t be upset with you when I was the one to fuck it all up. I was the one who pulled away when things got difficult. I was the one who shut down when you yelled. I was the one who couldn’t give you a proper answer. Couldn’t tell you just how much you mean to me. I hope you know I tried. I tried so hard. I promise.

I don’t think my promises mean much to you anymore.

But now, here we are. With you so happy, and me so far away. We were always in different worlds. Living different lives. But there was a point in time when you actually convinced me we could create a new one together. Just for us.

That’s the cruel thing about time. It gives you so much. It lets you experience things, love things, only to take it all away. The feeling lingers, the situation does not.

I wish time would speed up. Then the ache would fade. Then you would graduate and I wouldn’t be forced to watch you fall without me.

Then I would be dead. A fool who loved in silence. A fool who died in love.

Then you would be dead.

A fool who loved out loud.

A fool who died in love.

Songs I think scream Regulus Black (I will add more over time)

I can’t handle change - Roar

Burning pile - Mother Mother (specifically in Choices)

Coraline - Måneskin

Can you feel my heart - Bring me the horizon

The winner takes it all - Abba (jegulus)

Do me a favour - Arctic Monkeys

Work song - Hozier

Sign of the times - Harry Styles (some of the lines are actually arguments they had had and “stop crying baby it’s the sign of the times” is actually something Sirius would say to Regulus when they were little it’s a whole thing)

My eyes adored you - Frankie Valli (I just think he would’ve really liked this song)

No lights on the horizon - Metric (jegulus)

Another sad love song - Khalid (also specifically Choices)

Do I wanna know - Arctic Monkeys (Jegulus)

Planets of the universe (demo) - Stevie Nicks (listen to it once and tell me you don’t hear Regulus singing it)

Fake you out - Twenty one pilots (yes I was a stan what about it)

Lust to love - The Go-Go’s (James’ pov of Regulus in Carpe Noctem)

Aircatcher - Twenty-one pilots (specifically chapter 33 of carpe noctem)

You’re gonna go far, kid - the offspring

When I Was Your Man - Bruno Mars (Reg’s feelings towards Jily)

Losing my religion - REM

Young Anton Ego from Ratatouille is my Regulus fancast