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As a former vampire diaries (both the tv show AND the books), twilight, and shadow falls(I know no one’s heard of it, that’s fine) stanner, I can confidently say that vampires are still sexy and cool as fuck.

Please write more long vampire! Jegulus aus.

Please.

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**this is my own take on Regulus. Literally none of this is canon.

One small difference between other death eaters and Regulus is how they react to people wanting to join the death eaters.

A younger slytherin comes up to them and tells them they want to become a death eater too.

People like Barty and Snape are fully supportive. They tell them all about the glorious things the Dark Lord has done. Tells them they will have to work hard to gain such an honor and he will be waiting to see them at the next meeting.

Regulus tells them they are making a huge mistake. They will be used as a pawn in Voldemort’s game and, if not willing, forced to kill. He would say it isn’t worth your life.

He tells that kid every horrific thing he’s seen or heard about (he’s still in school so he hasn’t participated in it yet). Better to be scared than dead. He makes sure they don’t want to participate in the war at all.

They are all death eaters, they all support Voldemort and have seen the unspeakable things that have been done. But Regulus knows when he’s being manipulated, and he’ll be damned if he let someone be in the same position as him. It’s too late for him, he’s too deep in the war. He realizes it never mattered what they were fighting for, people are dying no matter what they believed in. He doesn’t want to contribute to that number more than he has to.

“For the first time in his life, he understood what muggles meant when they referred to magic. That was what Regulus was on his broom, pure magic.”

- Masks Off, Faces Bared by moonlightE

Thank you. This line is EVERYTHING

“No Sirius, we agreed we would do Centaurs next week.”

“But Centaurs are cool.”

“They’ll be cool next week.”

“Oh wow, professor lupin everybody. Centaurs are only cool when HE wants them to be.”

“You know that’s not what I’m saying. We already planned this wee-“

“The rest of the class agrees that we should do Centaurs this week”

“LITERALLY NO ONE SAID THAT”

“I COULD FEEL IT IN THEIR ENERGY”

“WHAT DOES THAT MEAN???”

The class: *tired because this happens every week*

Imagine if both Remus AND Sirius got the chance to co-teach Defence Against the Dark Arts??

angel, why me? / jegulus

a/n: i’m so sorry this is horrifying it’s a mess

word count : 3136

warnings : indication of abuse/violence , indication of sex, cheating

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As a former vampire diaries (both the tv show AND the books), twilight, and shadow falls(I know no one’s heard of it, that’s fine) stanner, I can confidently say that vampires are still sexy and cool as fuck.

Please write more long vampire! Jegulus aus.

Please.

@screamingfae I’m looking at you👀👀👀👀

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.

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.

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.