Regulus had always used music to cope, in his younger days is was strictly classical. his parents hand loaded his plate full of dancing and calligraphy and piano lessons. oh my god he was a pretentious prick. when Andromeda started smuggling him muggle records, the stick had seemed to come out of his ass as Sirius would say. regulus was going to fall, and James was struggling to keep him up. how long can James support him when regulus makes every wrong choice? will James stay? or will he leave regulus in open water? Fair warning I have no update schedule. So, idk when chapters will go up. Trigger warnings include underage drinking, abuse, domestic violence, mentions of miscarriage, some sexual stuff but everyone will be of age. Ofc I will mark all of these in the order they happen.

On a cold day in October, Regulus Black asks James Potter to help him kill the Dark Lord. James is swept up in machinations beyond his comprehension, and before his eighteenth birthday he has a Dark Mark on his arm and an innocent death on his conscience. The road to Hell is paved with good intentions. New chapters are posted weekly. Cover Art Credit: silveryones on twitter

Regulus Black miraculously survives the cave of Inferi. There isn't a single soul that he trusts, given that his brother is now locked up as a Death Eater Sympathizer and James Potter is dead. James Potter. The single most loyal person that Regulus Black had ever had the unfortunate luck to meet. He was annoying, and loud, and impossibly Gryffindor, but James Potter would have done anything to win the war. Even working with his best mate's baby brother, the real Death Eater. A semi-dark, enemies to lovers, time travel, Jegulus tale Voted as a favorite fanfiction in the Ambys 2024

James Potter is a well respected author in Victorian England when he catches the eye of a French aristocrat. Regulus agrees to become his muse in secret, spiriting James away to Parisian life. WARNINGS: -Themes of infidelity. -Major character death stemming from illness. - 1850's setting leads to some 1850's attitudes.

Golden boy, Lion boy; Tell me what it's like to conquer. Fearless child, Broken boy; Tell me what it's like to burn. (...) In which a very nosy James Potter notices that every weekend, when everyone falls asleep, Regulus Black sneaks into an abandoned fifth-floor classroom, and he can't help but try to find out what the little Black is up to.

Writing in a diary wasn't something that had ever appealed to Regulus; even the thought of writing down his every feeling like that brought about some embarrassment. But he was going to dwell on those thoughts all night regardless, so he decided in the end that there was no harm in at least attempting to purge them by committing them to paper first. The tip of his quill lingered in the cobalt ink for a moment before he made the first mark. A second passed, and Regulus watched in surprise as something new appeared in the diary, dark and cramped cursive words replacing his own. My name is Tom.

"You look like a painting, Reg," whispered James, genuine adoration plastered in every inch of his face. "Is that a good thing?" Regulus knitted his eyebrows together, a subtle smile curling his lips. "Definitely." A romance hidden under the horrors of the war, where kids fought with more pride than adults, where they didn't lose faith even when everything seemed lost. This story takes place in Hogwarts' 7th year. Regulus is Sirius' younger brother, exactly one year behind them, James couldn't expect that an innocent talk in the astronomy tower would lead to fall for him hopelessly, and neither did the young Black. But love doesn't stop time, nor does it save people. It's like a beautiful scarlet rose, as its petals fall, it dies. When that letter found its way to my hands, the music died. Cover art by greenlights33 on Instagram, one of favorite artists.

Climbing into his head was easy. When pleasure reached its peak, all walls crumbled down, allowing him a glimpse inside. Another trinket, another location. It was worth the pain. The blood. The numbness. War was made for sacrifices, and Regulus Black had given his own body, his sense of sanity, his life, up for the Greater Good. It was okay. It was fine. Everything was fine. But when a certain green-eyed boy gets thrusted into Regulus's arms, and he's given the responsibility to care for him until it's time for the butcher to come out, Regulus is forced to decide whether the end of this war is worth setting aside his morals, his soul, and possibly his life. - Or; the one where Regulus gets forced out of hiding to face the world, make the right but painful decisions, and fights with more than just one Dark Lord. -- ALSO POSTED ON AO3 warning: SA, Rape, Child Abuse, The version on AO3 has trigger warnings at the start of each chapter, this one doesn't. This is the trigger warning!!! Each chapter contains either SA, feelings of hopelessness, violence, war, etc. This is a heavy fic. You are warned. for TW'S go to AO3 and read there! also, not a native English speaker so be warned! sorry not everything is going to be in perfect English!