Brb I’m Gonna Go Take A Walk And Ponder Life And Maybe Disappear Into The Woods, Never To Be Seen Again

...Teehee

Spite is a powerful fuel

omg i love them

Regulus had gotten used to it.

Seniors. Friends. His classmates. Even the teachers sometimes.

He never could get out of Sirius’s shadow and the nicknames basically proved it.

Baby Black. Younger Black. Slytherin Black.

He’s heard all the variations and he hated every single fucking one of them.

But over the years, he’d learned to tolerate it.

Yet it didn’t escape his notice that of all the people his brother and family included - only James Potter had never used that nickname.

He had never really thought too hard about it until they were paired up for prefect rounds, and even over the course of a couple of months, James had only referred to him as Regulus or Reg.

Finally, Regulus couldn't take it anymore.

"Why don't you call me baby Black?"

James stared at him, raising an eyebrow. "I thought you hated that nickname?"

Regulus opens his mouth. "Yes but -" It's not stopped anyone before.

James carries on with the previous conversation, ignoring the pause - as though it's really that simple. Regulus didn't like the nickname and therefore, James didn't use it.

And maybe it really is that easy.

I love Regulus with the whole “I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know it was I who discovered your secret” thing. Like yes, I too couldn’t bear the thought of not getting credit for doing iconic shit even after my death.

*smoooooooooooch*

Memento Vivere

Some additional notes:

This ✨ destroy ✨ me

Media for adults:

Middle aged white men doing crime and cursing.

Media for children:

Complex metaphor for internalized racism and it looks like this.

[ hsr | ratiorine ] pt. 2 followup to tiny kakavasha and ratio; gg aven 🥹💀🔥