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james would carelessly call regulus angel one day. he wouldn't even notice that one of his deepest thoughts escaped from his mouth. regulus would stay still, and he would pretend that he didn't hear. however, that same night, when james kisses his forehead before going to sleep, regulus would ask james to call him that again. his angel.
perhaps the canonical regulus fell in love before he leapt to his death. not with the flamboyant and energetic james potter, or the sheer force of nature that is barty crouch jr., nor even with a highborn slytherin lady. maybe regulus simply learned about love from a figure who goes unnoticed in history, one never worth mentioning, but whom regulus secretly cared nonetheless.
an unknown person, half-blood or muggle-born, who knew how to open regulus’ critical mind and carved a place in his heart as if he were born to do so —even if no one knows who he is, his name, his face. peradventure, regulus sacrificed himself because he wanted a better wizarding society for they, or because he didn't want to live with the consequences of his actions. whatever the reason, maybe there is someone out there in history who knows the taste of regulus’ love.
or, in reality, the canonical regulus died without love. but no matter which version it is, regulus black is a truly tragic story.
regulus would call james on vulnerable occasions, when he feels so loved and trusted on those days when they sit smoking on the balcony with strong coffee on sunday mornings, jamie. no love, no darling, no potter, no baby or james; his jamie. regulus would say it so delicacy and with so much affection, with the power of knowing that he is the only one who shares the mornings with james potter.
the actual comfort in the concept of regulus telling james how much he loves him in french thinking james didn't know the meaning but actually he does
regulus:
“if james potter has a million haters, i’m one of them. if he has a 1000 haters, i’m one of them. if he has 1 hater, it’s me. if james has 0 haters, it means i have left this world. if the world is in favor of james potter, then i am against the world.”
regulus would smile reading his favorite poem to james, and james would gasp because "oh, this is love, isn't it?" and yes, it is
