The Fact That Sirius Never Fucking Knew. Never Found Out Is So Painful. No One Else In That House Cared

you just introduced me to something i never knew i needed but i'm going to die begging for ohmygod

Clearly I got a thing for tragic siblings fighting on the opposite sides of war. Sirius and Regulus? Vi and Jinx? This is seriously getting out of hand. Please authors write an Arcane au for Sirius and Reg I need it! Literally on my hands and knees begging someone to write this Becuase I unfortunately can't put my thoughts into words well enough.

i fear im so deep into escapism i've forgotten how to live my own life. it all just feels lacklustre in comparison.

this this this this

my roman empire is that i will never be able to experience a friendship as deep as the marauders had

it's been a full day and i'm still in catatonic shock over arcane season 2 act 2. i physically can't process what i watched holy shit.

ohmygod my heart this is so beautiful

delicate - November 17 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 163

He probably should've been upset. He'd been training for ages for this match, put every minute of his spare time into thinking of plays.

Not to mention, he and Regulus had been talking about it for weeks. Teasing each other about whose team was superior. Mumbling to each other in between heated kisses that the other would definitely be the loser, would have to spend the rest of their life living in shame.

But he wasn't upset at all.

Because as Regulus came running toward him, eyes bright and hair wild, the most stunning grin on his face that James had ever seen, James could only be happy for him.

And when the younger boy smiled cheekily and handed James the winning Golden Snitch, delicate gossamer wings fluttering gently in his hand while he said, "Caught this for you, Potter," James just pulled him in a kiss, happiness spilling over him in waves.

Because, Quidditch Cup or not, he'd never been more thankful.

GUILTY

i treated up

stay - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 389

Sirius couldn’t stop shaking as he stood in the crowd around Regulus’s bed. He knew Quidditch was dangerous, he knew that Regulus’s injury was mild, but the image of his baby brother falling through the air, plummeting toward the ground, just wouldn’t leave his brain. He had a feeling he’d have nightmares about it for years.

But as he took deep breaths, looked at Regulus’s awake and alive face, and clung to Remus’s hand like a lifeline, he started to look around to the other people around his brother’s bedside. 

Dorcas, Pandora, Evan, and Barty; all looking shaken but trying to cheer Reg up with sarcastic jokes. Peter and Remus; clearly concerned about Regulus but also concerned about Sirius and how much of a mess he’d been an hour ago, the remnants of hysterical tears still etched into his porcelain skin. And James.

James looked even worse than Sirius.

He looked like he’d aged fifteen years. Like he’d seen death. Like a murderer had shown up at his door, and he’d had to face him with no weapons or help. He looked changed.

It was the confirmation that Sirius needed, really. And in that moment, he knew he had a choice. Because part of him wanted to throw a bit of a fit. To whine about his best friend falling for his brother, and his brother feeling the same.

But when he saw the gentle, caring way James looked to Regulus, and the almost trusting way Regulus looked back? Regulus didn’t look at people like that…

“Alright, you lot,” Pomfrey said in a businesslike voice, cutting through Sirius’s thoughts, “end of visiting hours. “Mister Black can have one person keep him company for a bit longer, but the rest need to go.”

It seemed like a group consensus that Sirius would be the ‘one,’ so everyone started saying their goodbyes and filing out. James, it seemed, was the only one who lingered, squeezing Regulus’s hand and sending him a small smile before turning.

“Stay.”

But it wasn’t Regulus who said it. It was Sirius. 

“Stay, James. He wants you here, and you want to be here. Just….take care of him, alright?” Sirius asked, trying not to choke up at the weight of the words.

“Of course,” James nodded, clearly understanding.

From his bed, Regulus sent Sirius a thankful expression.

canon sirius this canon sirius that canon sirius knew a man who canonically cross-dressed (even if for convenience) & did not bully him, did not mistreat him, did not approach the subject with malice or negativity. canon sirius said, verbatim, "if you want to know what a man's like, take a look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals." canon sirius asked remus for forgiveness for not believing in the best of him. canon sirius instantly, without hesitation, forgave remus for believing in the worst of him. canon sirius expressed sympathy for barty crouch jr in regards to his father's neglect and entertained the possibility that barty may have been "in the wrong place at the wrong time" when discussing his crime. canon sirius, when he thought he would be a free man, immediately offered his godson a home and a place with him, even without being aware of the neglect his godson faced, even before he had a home to offer, and he did so by prefacing that he would understand if his godson didn't want to, making it clear he would not try to force him. canon sirius could be cruel, and insensitive, and vengeful, and obstinate—but that's not all he was. canon sirius could also be compassionate and sympathetic and forgiving and accepting. canon sirius was complex, and it goes both ways, in the direction of his faults as well as his virtues. btw.

One of my favourite things about Choices is how thoroughly interwoven jily and jegulus are. they're always present like a lingering shadow but I wish we had seen more of the time inbetween the end of jegulus and the start of Jily. The guilt James must have felt at moving on, despite everything that went down between him and Regulus. the fact that it was with LILY, who regulus always felt insecure about. And when I think about it too much my heart aches.

Because it was truly so insane. Like I think it hit him so hard. because he loved regulus, truly loved him. Regulus had him, unconditionally, with no strings or games, all of him. and all james wanted was for him to love him back more than he hated himself. more than he was scared. to try another path. to not give up. and he had SO much hope for them, that they would work. And in those moments with Regulus he just felt so full and so happy and then Regulus was gone and left this humongous hole in his life and the only person that can fill it is the very person Regulus was always scared was really meant for james.

shit like this is why i'm so devastated by how they ended like. james loved regulus so softly so dearly so purely and regulus loved him back just as much and it still wasn't enough it just wasn't enough to overcome everything else that was going on

James wants to be wrapped up in this boy. This love. He wants to never be able to wash it off his skin. Or out of his mouth. He hopes Regulus has left marks. Hopes he can see them in the morning. He’ll wear them proudly—showing the day how they love in the dark.