I know people probably already hc this but what if while Sirius learned ballet, Regulus learned how to ice skate.
Sirius loved ballet but couldn’t skate for shit meanwhile Regulus learned how to do all the tricks and flips and stuff (I don’t skate I have no clue what the lingo is)
So whenever the lake was frozen over he would go super early in the morning and practice what he only got to do a couple months a year.
James, being the maniac who gets up at five in the morning to go for a jog, is one of the only people to actually see Reg skate.
At first he couldn’t see it was him and thought ‘this dude’s gonna fall on his ass trying to ice skate in the dark’. He couldn’t make out much but was mesmerized by the figure who moved so elegantly on the ice.
He would only realize it was Regulus an hour later when the sky finally started to lighten up. Regulus was taking off his skates when he looked up and saw James fully facing him (away from the jogging trail). They both stayed silent until James whispered ‘bloody hell’ and speed walked back to the school.
Every morning they would see each other, maybe nod, exchange pleasantries, until one morning. The ice was too thin to skate on and Regulus certainly wasn’t going to risk it, so instead he joined James for his early morning jog. It shocked James, and if Regulus was being honest, it shocked him too. They ended up having a really nice conversation. That was the morning they both realized they had a crush on each other.
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.
Regulus black and tattoos (sad regulus times)
I think that if Regulus ran away from the death eaters he would keep the mark for a very long time. He wanted to remind himself that he isn’t a good person now just because he no longer hurts people.
He would stare at it for hours and remember all the damage he’s done, all the people he killed, all the families he’s ruined, all the torture he witnessed with a straight face. Then, once the guilt has reached its peak, he gets up and he does anything to help. He would leak information to Dumbledore about the death eaters, he would clean up demolished buildings after an attack, obliviate any muggles who saw, anything to make that guilt worth something.
When the war ends (just pretend it ended for normal reasons, not because of Lily, and they’re all fine) he finally covers it up (in a muggle shop of course). He replaces the mark with a bouquet of flowers. Mainly made up of lavender and amaranths. He’s never really been fond of flowers but he needed life to cover up the symbol of death.
He would lay these flowers over the graves of the victims. He wanted them to find peace, to have immortality in the afterlife to counteract the short life they lived. Both death eaters and muggle-borns. Some he knew, many he didn’t.
This was where Sirius found him. Kneeling over Marlene’s grave(sorry I needed a reason for him to be here), he points his wand to Regulus’ head, ready to kill his last death eater. Regulus doesn’t look up and says, “Don’t kill me yet, I haven’t finished.” Sirius realizes he was organizing the bouquet of flowers to decorate the grave, he looked around and saw half the graves covered in purple and pink flower arrangements.
Sirius helps him finish. He asks Regulus what happened to him, the last thing Sirius knew was that he had died. Regulus tells him everything, not looking for forgiveness, just wanting to answer the question. They walk to Sirius and Remus’ flat together. They part ways a few blocks away, Sirius not giving Regulus his address, even though Voldemort has been dead for months. They decide to not see each other again, both knowing their lives would only get worse if the other was in it.
Regulus gets his next tattoo that night. He gets the black crest, but instead of a crow in the center, there’s a big, shaggy black dog. (You think he DIDN’T know they were anamagi, come on.)
From then on it was like something broke free. He got tattoos covering his entire body, not wanting to feel so empty. He figures that if he can tattoo the things he used to love on his body, keep them on him at all times, then maybe he can love them again.
Idk if pansysnarkinson is on here but I just finished Soil Falling Over My Head which I’ve been following for what feels like forever.
I’m just so happy that there’s a long COMPLETED jegulus fic out there
LWOASS is just so good and truly makes the characters feel human so thank you pansysnarkinson for just being so awesome and committed to your work
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.
That moment you realize that the marauders era characters were those kids who everyone thought were going places, only to peak too early in high school.
Imagine being forced to become the kids who peaked in high school. 😃
Tw: toxic behavior, manipulation, trauma
I feel like Regulus is the most manipulative dick out there.
His entire existence was just lying.
He was taught from an early age how to repress his emotions. His parents and governesses would always make him repeat things back to them over and over again until they felt he learned his lesson.
He’s incredibly observant so he figures out people’s personalities (and insecurities) really quickly. He just automatically mimics their personality when they’re with him so he can get people to trust him.
He can use all of it to get people to do whatever he wants. Through blackmail, manipulation, gaslighting, or thinly veiled threats (because the Blacks always keep it classy).
However, he usually doesn’t rely on other people. He just does it himself.
So, basically, he can do a lot of damage, he just chooses not to. It makes him feel secure to know everyone’s secrets and to know exactly how to keep them complacent if the need ever arises.
Obviously learning this trait at such a young age (literally from birth) caused him to never fully understand who he was. It made him feel emotionless, less than human.
Sirius also learned how to mimic people’s behavior which was why he was always so much more vibrant when he was with James and super quiet with Remus, but soon realized that he didn’t have to hide (and it’s super unhealthy to do) so he quickly unlearned it.
Hear me out, I know people hc James being tall, but Sirius and him give off such short king vibes together.
Like, people don’t really think of him as short because he’s BUILT, but the moment him and Sirius are together (which is always), it’s like he loses a couple inches.
He’s still taller than Lily and Regulus (cus I’m a slut for Jegulus and Jegulily🤪) , which makes them angry because it’s only like half an inch and James constantly reminds them of it.
I APPROVE THIS MESSAGE
me trying to convince you to read "when you were mine" by battlehamster on ao3 and I'm only on chapter 10
- a scene in which regulus shouts via face time at james because he doesn't fucking know which roses to buy for his garden that regulus is fixing as his own + a random woman saying: aw, the married life, isn't it?
- james calling regulus Princess because he has his ankle injured so he has to carry him bridal style all around the house while regulus is just a gay mess
- the marauders being single parents and raising harry while being in college
- UNCLE WORMY
- UNCLE MOONY
- UNCLE PADFOOT
- UNCLE REGGIE (I hope it gets to the point I'm which is just "dad")
- regulus pretending he is james mistress in a very VERY exaggerated way bc he can't leave the house and the nurses are trying to get him into a fucking ambulance
- sassy bold regulus
- trans!peter
- Indian!james
- so yeah go read it
That’s actually super interesting because I always see them never getting together. Like they always have a sad ending in ffs and it’s makes it hard to find fics bc i can’t do sad endings🤪
Also, I always thought that James would already think blood supremacy’s bad but he would learn differently with Reg. He would realize that the ‘bad side’ are people just like him outside of their beliefs. Reg would humanize the death eaters for him. It would make the war more real for the both of them to know who they’re losing
But I LOVE seeing other ideas about the relationship because they shouldn’t all be the same!!!!!
Okay so Jegulus,
I don't ship it.
But not because of the ship.
I don't ship it because of how a lot of other people ship it. Like it can't work out, but that's like the point of it. It was never meant to last forever. It can't work because. Reggie's already too deep into the dark arts, but having dated each other opens each of their eyes to a reality.
Regulus: Dating James plants a seed, that will one day grow into his betrayal of Voldemort. He cannot get there yet, but seeing the 'other side' is an important step.
James: Dating regulus open James' eyes to how bad blood supremacists actually are. This not only leads to him believing that the inevitable result is war, whereas he had previously hoped for a peaceful resolution, but it also gives him an insight into Sirius' home life, which eventually leads to him moving in with the Potters.
The reason this ship can never work out is that we know Regulus becomes a death eater and James Potter would not be okay with that. I think James would have thought he could change Regulus, but he couldn't stop him from getting the mark in the end.
When I read many Jegulus fics they always end up making it end with them together, and in a happy relationship, when in reality their relationship would have been unhealthy and had to end badly.