*tw Child Abuse

Things Regulus would call James

Jamie (everyone does)

Lover (As I said before, James calls him love)

My king (he’s the king of Gryffindor)

Bumble bee or bee (James reminded Reg of spring so he called him spring related things -also James has bee vibes)

Sun (James insisted on giving him a star name so obviously he’s gonna give him the sun. Bright, warm, etc.)

Four eyes (he couldn’t resist)

Also broom boy (just as affectionate)

Reg never used any of these in front of other people except for ‘Jamie.’ He found nicknames super personal and didn’t think everyone should know about them.

James knew how Reg felt about nicknames. He felt so special to be called anything by him. His face lit up even when Reg called him four eyes.

Omg absolutely do it, it’s 100% worth it

the urge to write a jegulus fanfic even tho i’m not sure it would be any good

K so like, Sirius always wanted to be a rockstar right? He always dressed super punk and has the voice for it.

But imagine…

Regulus felt like he could never talk with people about his problems. He was always so alone and felt even lonelier.

But then he over heard from some Ravenclaw that they keep a journal to help them get all their emotions out.

He decides to do so. He writes everything he feels he can’t say. He lets his handwriting get messy, he scratches things out. Some pages are just lists or bullet points. It’s the one place he can actually be himself. The only way he can figure out who he is.

He stops feeling like he’s fading away. He has something to hold onto. He can identify his feelings and really understand them.

Soon he just has journals filled with half finished poems, song lyrics he overheard (from people like his brother who refused to turn down their music), chord progressions he can’t get over from his concertos, and now, he has full songs.

He knows who he is now. He runs away to muggle America and starts a career as a mysterious new singer who just showed up on the rock scene. Violin and guitar are basically the same instrument, right? Of course his skills will translate.

His songs are filled with anger, sadness, and pain. He writes about his family, the loss of his brother, his cousin, his uncle, and what it feels like to have everyone who you loved forget you. But he also writes about joy. For having had a brother at all, for having friends (even if they are three feet tall and hate everyone except for him), for falling in love with a boy he met in a recording studio who was saved by music just like he was.

He writes about the war and the guilt of running away instead of fighting alongside his brother. And about reconnecting with said brother after Voldemort was killed by Dumbledore (Just go with it).

He was finally happy.

And if his brother got super jealous after finding him on the cover of a magazine in the boots he used to wear, well that’s just a bonus.

“I’ve always loved you Reggie. . . I don’t think I ever stopped.”

He didn’t say anything; just kept taking labored breaths as tears ran down his face. This was not how James wanted closure with Regulus to go.

It had been years too late. James had a beautiful wife and a kid brighter than any star you could find. What he didn’t have for most of those years was the man standing in front of him.

God, it’s hard to remember that they’re both men. Not the boys they used to run around school as. Already influenced by the war but not so close to be broken by it yet.

Regulus had moved on as well, dating Barty.

Well, not so much moved on, but rather moved forward.

“I guess you could say we were the right peo-”

“No, James, you’re wrong. And you wanna know how I know?” Regulus voice was nasally and raw.

James didn’t know how to respond.

“Because if I was so right for you, then the wrong time wouldn’t have mattered. So please, stop lying to me, and stop lying to yourself.”

I don’t want to be mean or step on anybody’s toes, but I feel like people have James Potter in a chokehold.

You can interpret James however you want but if people want to make him a real person than they can’t have him be perfect; I.e. never being rude or mean to people, never doing bad things with bad intentions, always having an open mind and always being accepting of things right away

Some people get really mad when ffs make James mean, or a bully, or not accepting of the people around him coming out to him(this one doesn’t happen that often but it’s fine) and it’s ok to get mad but it’s very strange to me.

For example, someone will say that James would be really hurt after all those years of Lily rejecting him and that causes self-esteem problems for him in the future.

Ok then, so he turns those problems in on himself, why can’t he turn those problems onto others like every other character? Why can’t he make fun of someone he doesn’t like for not having a girlfriend, why can’t he get mad or snippy with Lily about it when they’re dating instead of just forgiving her immediately?

When these stories do get told, people begin to say ‘he definitely wouldn’t say that! He knows how much that could hurt someone. He would never intentionally hurt someone unless it was for the greater good!’

Unless you think James Potter is God, then that is just not true. People do bad things sometimes, that’s how they learn to be better people. Just because someone has a sunny disposition doesn’t mean they can’t have bad or prejudiced thoughts. It doesn’t mean they wouldn’t take advantage of people or take out their anger on others.

Sirius, Remus, Regulus, Lily, etc. They all get to be mean, all except James Potter who is the same age as them, goes to the same school as them, and has more privilege than most of them. Why is he exempt?

If you want James to be real then you have to let him get mad, you have to let him make mistakes so that he can learn from them. You have to give him time to understand things he’s never seen or only heard bad things about. You have to let him have a full range of character and emotions.

Nobody is that perfect from the start.

If you don’t want these characters to feel real then that’s totally fine. Just don’t interfere with or critique others trying to do so.

I love James Potter as much as the next person, and I would love him even more if I got to see him grow into the man we picture him to be now.

Idk

I wrote an angsty jegulus story with unrequited love. That’s literally all I can say about it. Read it if you want😎

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.

Tw: mentioned child abuse

In almost every fic I read, Sirius and the marauders deny Regulus ever being abused (usually in fics where Reg is emotionally abused and/or manipulated)

But I want one where Reg denies they ever did anything wrong and Sirius is always trying to convince him other wise.

Sirius tries to be gentle with him but Reg never listens. One day during an argument in the halls, Reg tells Sirius that if he just stopped fighting, their parents wouldn’t punish him.

Sirius is just so tired of hearing it that he says, « oh really? Then why do you flinch when someone moves too fast? Why do you look for an exit when you enter a room? Why do you bite your nails so often? Why can you tell who’s walking just by the sound of their footsteps? Why do you shut down minutes at a time? Just because your scars aren’t on the outside doesn’t mean they’re not there. You are just as fucked up as I am. So don’t stand there and tell me that being perfect would change anything because you are living proof that it wouldn’t. »

Regulus felt so exposed. He didn’t think anybody could see it. But with Sirius’ and his own friends looking anywhere but at the two, he understood that they all knew about both of their abuse. It’s the first time Regulus says to his brother, « I hate you. »

He walks away from the crowded hall and cries in a hidden room in the dungeons for hours. Apparently, he hadn’t fooled anybody with his act. His friends just didn’t care.

Sirius felt terrible for saying it how he did. In front if a crowd of people, in the form of an insult, and insinuating that his own scars were visible. He wanted Regulus to admit it to himself before he heard anyone else say it out loud. He took a thousand steps back in helping his brother and proper communication was nowhere in sight.

for everybody going through tough times, believe me, mr. worldwide has both been there and done that ✊😔

If one of my bookmarked fics updates in the next 24 hours I will kiss the author on the mouth, very passionately.

This is not a threat, but a promise.