If Only You Give Love A Bad Name By Bon Jovi Came Out A Decade Earlier. James Would Sing It Every Time

*tw child abuse

I like the thought of the one time Regulus helps Sirius is the night Sirius leaves.

Like, Walburga and Sirius are having this raging fight and as usual Regulus sits by the stairs and waits for it to be over.

As the fight starts to get violent he can hear Sirius fight back (which only started that summer)

He thinks Sirius is stupid and is only making it worse but it doesn’t help the anxiety of knowing one of them will get hurt. He just wants it all to stop.

He hears someone crash to the ground while his mother is still screaming curses. He’s scared out of his mind but his mother’s curses are slowly getting more severe and Sirius isn’t responding. He slowly gets up and walks to the parlor.

He realizes that he can hear Sirius, but it’s just whimpers. He doesn’t think about it too hard though. He doesn’t think about how he doesn’t have his wand on him. He doesn’t think about how he’s supposed to wait by the stairs. He doesn’t think about it when he stands in front of Sirius for the first time and disarms his mother from across the room. Right before she could utter the unforgivable. Her wand disappears from her hand. Into oblivion, Reg hopes.

He wanted it to stop. So he made it stop. But now he needs time to start up again so he can get the fuck out of there.

Sirius is bruised from head to toe but Reg manages to get him up the stairs. Sirius is only half conscious but he has a purpose as he stops leaning on him at the top of the stairs and starts ransacking his room.

Sirius can’t believe it. Reg did it. He stood up to the old hag. He’d been waiting for the right time to leave and this is just perfect. He doesn’t bother with clothes, James will have plenty. He grabs his school things and all his pictures. Starting with one of him and James on his wall and slowly making his way to the one of Moony on his bedside table.

“Come on Reggie, get a move on” Sirius throws over his shoulder. Reg’s just been standing there in shock.

Regulus is still at the top of the stairs. He can hear Sirius’ scuffling around his room and his mother’s scrambling for her wand downstairs. The sounds are quiet but loud. Eerily similar to one another.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re getting out of here.”

“What do you mean?”

Sirius finishes packing and turns back to Regulus. “Come with me. To James’. We can get out of here. We can leave.”

Sirius looks manic as he grabs Reg and takes them to his room. Sirius starts to grab his stuff and shove it into his bag. He’s breathing heavily, trying to shove down the panic.

“I know we haven’t gotten on very well these last few years… but we can fix it all now. Help me get all your stuff.”

“We can’t leave.” Regulus stills Sirius’ hands with his own. “Are you crazy? Mum will have a fit if we leave.”

“She won’t be able to find us.”

“She’ll know where you went. He’s your best friend.” Regulus knows all too well how close James and Sirius are. Practically brothers, as they say.

“Reg,” Sirius is firmer now, “I’m leaving now. With or without you.”

Sirius makes his way to Regulus’ window. He just has to open the window and leave. “Sirius, don’t go.”

It’s Regulus’ turn to panic. “Just stay. I’m sure it’ll all be fine. If we just apologize-“

“No Reg. No more. I can’t stay here.” Sirius opens the window and begins to clime out.

Regulus grabs his hand. “Sirius please. Sirius just stay. Don’t go. It’ll all be fine, just stay, please. Sirius I’m so scared. » Regulus’ voice fades at the end, but Sirius hears it nonetheless. He grabs him and they wrap their arms around each other for the final time. « You’ll never be what they want you to be. They’ll never be satisfied. »

Regulus doesn’t answer. they always had differing opinions.

They pull back from each other but Sirius holds Regulus’ face, remembering the last time he saw him as his brother. « Goodbye, Reggie. »

Regulus wanted to say so much. Don’t go. Come back to me someday. Don’t let this be goodbye. Good luck. I can’t lose you.

I love you

« Goodbye, brother. »

Sirius would’ve grabbed Regulus and forced him out the window. He would’ve tried harder when James blocked the front door as he tried to go back for him. But Regulus had proven himself. He had shown that he could stand up to their mother.

That was the first time Regulus had stood up for what was right. The second time, well, I’m sure you can guess the second time, was the last time.

Regulus’ first crush was Newt Scamander. He would always reread fantastic beasts just so he could get to the picture of him at the end. He didn’t really understand why he would start to blush if he looked too long. His dreams were filled with curly golden hair, high cheek bones, and a tiny smile that he wouldn’t mind kissing.

His passion for magical creatures would bleed into his fascination for this man and vice versa. This was why he loved them so much.

This was also why, a few months after first getting the book and sitting with his brother on the train ride to Hogwarts, he could barely look Remus Lupin in the eye without his whole face going red.

I mean… homie he’s gotta know something. He’s not wearing a slytherin sweater during an interview next to LITERALLY ZENDAYA while she’s looking like THAT just for kicks. There’s no fuckin way

aRE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!

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.

But that’s just not as fun. Why would I want to read something so sad when I can read the characters with more complex relationships and personalities. Not being canon compliant doesn’t mean you don’t understand the work, it just means you want to put your own spin on things. You want to see your favorite characters be more than just a few lines in one book.

It’s perfectly fine if you think this way just don’t insult other people for thinking differently please. It’s really not that deep.

sorry to break your hearts, but regulus was not a pure innocent baby who was forced to become a death eater.

he became death eater on his own. he wanted to. he believed in voldemort's views, was prejudiced and agreed with his parents being their favourite child.

he never lost his beliefs, if it wasn't for kreacher being in danger regulus would have never betrayed voldemort. he's a parallel to snape - if it wasn't for lily being in danger snape would've still be a loyal death eater.

and no, sirius and regulus did not get along well. making all those edits with them together only show that you have never understood what was written in the books. sirius spoke ill of regulus. they did not agree with each other and separated most likely ever since sirius became a gryffindor. no, regulus would have never begged sirius to stay and sirius would never sadly say to him he has to. sirius ran away to his real brother. pay attention to his words in ootp. SIRIUS AND REGULUS WEREN'T CLOSE (perhaps in childhood but not since hogwarts). if they were, sirius would never ran away before 17 leaving everything behind.

i'm not even gonna speak about jegulus cause it's more fucking stupid than armys on twitter. just admit you can't read.

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.

How the marauders + reg and lily tied their shoes

James: tied them around his ankle. He also wore Velcro shoes because he thought they were more fun. (He also had rollerblades and Mary taught him to skate)

Sirius: didn’t tie them. Ever. Like a fucking psychopath. He would make a show of not doing it whenever someone told him he should tie them. He also had light up shoes and heelys. (Imagine almost getting decked in the hallways because some dumbass didn’t know how heelys work.)

Remus: tied them normally. He’s not about to lose the circulation to his foot or eat shit because he couldn’t tie his shoes properly. They’re just shoes to him (but he also definitely wrote book quotes or song lyrics on the sides)

Peter: tied them with a bow tie knot cause that’s how he learned it and just never broke the habit. He would always change the shoelace color to whatever he was feeling that day. (They were always super funky)

Regulus: had the slip on fancy shoes. Never learned how to tie laces. (Was really insecure about it). Sirius also gave him a pair of stilettos as a joke gift and Reg set them on fire.

Lily: tied them normally. Was really smug whenever pure bloods didn’t know how to. Wore a bunch of sandals and flip flops.

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 need help finding a fic again because I think I’m going crazy

So basically Astoria and Draco are dating and Astoria wants to invite Harry for a threesome, and at first Draco is like ‘that’s kinda weird and I’m not gay’, but then he fucks Harry and all of a sudden he can’t stop. So from then on their sex stopped being about Astoria and started being about draco and Harry and Astoria starts to grow resentful of it. Harry and Draco end up together at the end.

I know Astoria and Harry were both in college and Draco was a little bit older than them but that’s pretty much all the detail I can muster.

I have tried so many different filters and none of them seem to be working so please if anybody knows hit my line!!!!!!

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.