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it's 3 in the morning but regulus just called him "Jamie" for the first time

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Mark Eydelshteyn as Regulus A. Black

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Wolfstar vs Jegulus

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The Black Brothers

Regulus & Sirius

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Here a little monologue I wrote for literature class, the assignment was to write a monologue based on a literary character so ofc i chose Regulus in his final moments. It’s heavily influenced and inspired by Choices by Messermoon. That fic is literally my Roman Empire. It also has a few references to Icarus.

‘All my choices were mistakes And all my mistakes were because of my choices.’

I always expected death as a total silence.

That all time, all memory, every thought and feeling would stop in the void of my unconsciousness.

But once more — and for the last time —I was forced to face another false belief in the list of my life; yet, I never imagined this one would be part of it.

The water didn’t bother me at first.

I didn’t mind the constant pressure in my ears,

nor the saltiness in my mouth,

not even the false hope it offered by letting me float for a few moments.

It was the embrace it gave me, once all chances to fly were lost, that truly gave way to the contradiction with my uneasy peace with death.

Only when I was deep within it all did I allow myself to chase the childish feeling of falling asleep, and the mutism that comes with it.

That feeling never came; the only calm waters surrounding my soul were those of the lake that imprisoned me.

The peace I had prepared for so long never arrived.

Instead, I was forced to revisit every step I had ever taken — none of them ever right.

And right then, in the darkest depths,

I caught the fleeting glimpse of a thought.

It was not of redemption.

It was not of glory.

It came from a brutal certainty, so simple it should have been false:

this time, I was not escaping.

For many, dying prematurely would have been a mistake.

For me, I finally understood why death did not come as a gentle whisper,

like a candle already burned down.

Death came to me as a decision.

A decision not for a family name,

nor for the cause I was supposed to worship.

It was for someone who could not speak for themselves.

For the secret growing in the depths of this cave.

For a freedom I would never see.

And in those stolen seconds, before becoming just another skeleton in his closet,

I knew: I did not do the right thing.

But at least this time, finally, the choice was mine.

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Regulus after any minimum interaction with Potter

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james lives to eat people out, regulus lives to be eaten out

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I’m a simple person, I listen to Sunlight by Hozier and I think of jegulus

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I just posted on YouTube a little fan animatic of the second chapter of “All the Young Dudes” hope you like it!!

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capture

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flashback - January 18 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - slight TW for implication of Walburga being horrible - word count: 340

James could always tell.

Even though Regulus did well hiding it from others, he could always tell. The way the younger boy's hands shook, if only for a moment. The way his voice took on a thin tone and his eyes grew glassy, as if he was looking at something very far away.

Sure, Regulus could pretend, keep up a conversation and refuse to acknowledge what was going on his his brain, but James knew.

"....and she just kept prattling on and on about the Cruciatus Curse, it was mind-numbing," Crouch babbled about the Defense Professor, all of them sitting around the Slytherin Common Room.

"Hmmm," was Regulus's only response, his face like a mask, but one touch to his shoulder told James that he was as rigid as a board.

He decided to do something.

"Well!" James nearly-shouted, forcing the attention to himself as he clapped his hands together, "I think I'm going to turn in early. Walk me home, Reg?" he asked, winking towards his boyfriend.

Regulus's expression was confused and a bit affronted, James never wanted to leave early, but he stood and mumbled, "Sure."

But when they started walking back, James pulled him into a deserted classroom and murmured, "What is it, love? Something's wrong."

And almost immediately, Regulus's face fell, his blank expression melting into something more vulnerable and needy. "How did you know?" he whispered, allowing the older boy to pull him close.

"I know you, love," James said simply, pressing a kiss to his head. "Whether you like it or not." Regulus huffed a laugh into his jumper even as he allowed tears to fall. "Now. Tell me what's wrong."

And as they sat together, Regulus recounting a flashback from Grimmauld Place that made James want to learn some particularly nasty spells to use on Orion and Walburga, he watched as Regulus slowly stopped crying and eventually smiled, curling up in his arms.

"Thanks, Jamie," Regulus mumbled later, the air warm and quiet.

"I'd do anything for you, love."

And he meant it.

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Its literally him and u cannot change my mind

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white james is so scary

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[Reg and James preparing for a dinner party]

Regulus, without looking: Oh, Remus is here

Remus, walking in: Hey guys

James: How could you have possibly know that? Can autistics fucking sense each other??

Regulus, who got a Life360 notification: Yes, absolutely we can

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“He’s innocent!” NO he has committed war crimes and he worked hard for them. Put some respect on his name