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Things James would call Regulus:

Little king

Lionheart

Little star (NOT to be confused with bright star who is Sirius)

Love (Reg calls him lover)

Gumdrop (because it annoys the FUCK out of him)

Lucy (let me explain. Everyone calls him Reg so he decided to call him the end of his name instead of the beginning but ‘lus’ was weird so he said Lucy)

Broom boy (affectionate)

James calls him lots of things but these are the most used.

James even called him shawty once and Reg only spoke to him in French until he promised not to do it again.

I’m not saying we need more james or lily slander.

All I’m saying is that we’re not using jegulus’ unique relationship with canon to its fullest potential.

Like why not have Lily be toxic sometimes? Why can’t we have more bestfriend’s brother -esque fics? Or maybe even have James be a douche and unfaithful?

We’re already so far away from canon, why don’t we just cut off ties with it every once in a while?

I wrote my first fanfic if you wanted to read. There’s not really a plot. Just a lot of jegulus flirting. Hope you like it😎

Jegulus song fic: Cornerstone by Arctic Monkeys

James using Reg because he looks like Sirius

Regulus knowing that he probably shouldn’t let James call him Sirius but he really doesn’t care

At the end of the day Reg gets James even if it’s just sex, James gets the closest thing to Sirius, and Sirius doesn’t know a thing lest he become traumatized by what his brother and his ex get up to.

Young Anton Ego from Ratatouille is my Regulus fancast

James once told Regulus to face his fears. Of course, he said it a bit more lavishly, he was still posh after all.

He said, “Look into the eyes of your demons with nothing but courage, and determination; and if the case calls for it, look on with fury.”

Well, Regulus must be doing something right.

Because here he lays at the water’s edge, looking into the faces of watery demons, each representing something different - The Dark Lord, Father, Mother, Sirius, James, the life that was stolen from him - with nothing but courage, determination, and a whole lot of fury.

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.

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 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.

YES THIS ENERGY ONLY😎

The best part about being a marauders fan is there is pretty much no character information so we get to have these characters with very light information and do whatever the fuck we want with them and no one can say otherwise? All of them are gay? Sure! James is desi? Absolutely! Remus is welsh? Yes please! Marlene played quidditch? Yep! Lily and Remus were besties? Totally! Dorcas uses she/they pronouns? Hell yah! Regulus was in love with James? He is now!

There are no rules and she can suck it because they’re not her characters anymore. Every single minor character, every ship, every head canon is canon if we say so!