[kosmogrl]

[noblehouseofgay]

Regulus, after surviving the cave, covered in cuts and blood: do you have ibprophen

Barty:

Evan:

Regulus: I've got a headache

[my-castles-crumbling]

foggy - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 331

When Remus woke in his four-poster, the space felt extra warm and cramped. It was as if he had awoken in the small camp bed in the Shrieking Shack, shoved against the dusty wall, except his body was absent of the usual screaming pain he’d come to expect post-Full.

It took him a moment to realize in his post-party haze that he wasn’t alone in his bed.

Heart hammering, he rolled slowly to the side.

His stomach dropped.

There, on his lumpy pillow, Sirius Black lay, his gray-blue eyes full of sleep and something else, the soft smile on his face both devastating and perfect.

The memories came flooding back to him–the kiss they’d shared. The feelings Remus had confessed.

The alcohol both of them had consumed.

He’d finally done it. He’d ruined the friendship he’d worked so hard to protect.

Blinking back tears, he bit his lip and stared at the boy he’d always belonged to, waiting for the verdict.

“Sorry,” Sirius muttered into the quiet air, sounding almost confused “but…my memory’s foggy. Can you remind me what happened last night?”

If Remus had been upset before, he was devastated now. Scrambling for words, he tried to decide what he wanted to do. Should he lie? Pretend it never happened? Or be truthful and risk the consequences? His mouth fluttered open and shut as he panicked.

But then, Sirius laughed. “No, Moons. I mean..” He placed a hand on Remus’s chest. “I remember. But can you remind me?” He shifted closer, tilting his chin, moving their lips within centimeters of each other.

Oh. Oh.

Relief flooded through Remus as he realized what Sirius was asking. “Oh,” he said sheepishly, grinning. How was this his life?

But somehow, some way, it was. Sirius was here, with him, asking for this. Nervously, he reached forward, gently grazing a hand over Sirius’s cheek, marvelling over the smooth skin.

Then, shakily, he pressed their lips together.

Fuck.

It was way better than last night.

[dazzlemebaby]

James: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like Regulus a little bit-

Barty, holding James’s notepad: You doodled your wedding invitation.

James: No, that's our joint tombstone.

Barty: My mistake.

[sajaboysforever]

Artist : https://www.instagram.com/pty_akui/

[blatterburystreet]

In Friends' universe Garrik would be Chandler, but sometimes he's Joey.

[twinsfawn]

baby i could treat you so good you just have to get past my strange and off-putting demeanor and my kubrick stare and my inability to behave like a human and the 40 layers of icy fortress walls i have up and answer my riddles three

[my-castles-crumbling]

state - july 28 - jegulus - (I hope it's okay this is just jegulus) - cw: implied past sa but NOT with jegulus - @black-brothers-microfic - anon request for james comforting reg from past sa - word count: 527

Regulus was shaking. 

He knew he was shaking, yet he tried to ignore it, taking a deep breath and grabbing for the hem of his shirt, ripping it over his head and pulling James into another kiss. Perhaps, if he just distracted himself, it would be enough to stop himself from thinking about…

Hands trembling, he reached for the button of his jeans.

But, inexplicably, James reached for his wrists, guiding them up and away.

“D–d’you want to do it?” he asked breathlessly, pulling back and gazing wide-eyed at the older boy, who lay below him with disheveled hair and a strange look on his face.

“R-Reg…what’re you doing?” James asked slowly, eyebrows furrowing.

Regulus scoffed, trying to keep his composure. “What does it look like I’m doing, Potter? We’re in your bed, aren’t we? You want to fuck?” He tried lurching forward again, pulling his hands from James’s grasp, but the Gryffindor was stronger. 

“Reg, we…no…” James whispered, biting his lip.

Rejection stung, strong and painful, in Regulus’s gut. His face screwed up with anger. “What the fuck am I doing here, then?” he demanded, sitting back. “Don’t you want m—?”

“Baby,” James murmured, sitting up and pulling him into his lap fully. “I want…I want you more than anything. You know that. But I can’t do that with you now. Not when you’re in this state.”

“What state?” he spat back, trying to pull away.

“You don’t want this, Reg,” the older boy said patiently, gesturing to his still-shaking hands.

Regulus deflated, all of the fight leaving him, his stomach curling with something akin to dread. “But…I have to,” he whispered, turning away. “I want…I want you. So I have to want this. That’s how it’s always worked.”

“Baby. Can I hold you?”

He nodded, hot tears splashing over his cheeks as James again pulled him close. He felt like he was going to break in two.

“Did other people…make you do this? To make them stay?”

Wordlessly, he nodded yes, remembering greedy hands and boys who didn’t listen to him. Boy who said they would walk away if he didn’t let them do what they wanted.

“Reg,” James gently pressed against his chin so they were looking at each other. “I’m here for you. Not for your body, not for sex. You. We don’t ever have to do anything if you don’t want to. You can just…give me a glance every once in a while and I’ll still feel like the luckiest bloke on the planet, I swear.”

Regulus chuckled, aches in his chest easing. “That’s pathetic,” he murmured, wiping at his eyes.

“It’s true. You can call the shots, baby. Promise. I’m here until you send me away,” James swore, holding up his hand. “Tell me now, how are you feeling? D’you want your shirt back?”

He thought for a moment. If he was truthful, the feeling of their bare chests touching was comforting; the skin-on-skin contact was warming in more ways than just physical. “No,” he shook his head. “But can we just…lay here?”

“Of course. I love you, darling.”

“You too,” he sighed.

And Gods, he meant it. So fucking much.

[redfoxraccoon]

[velnna]

The meta message here is I, too, returned to the game to shove my face on Astarion

[kivizzaofficial]

✨her bitches✨

I just love pink hair your honor💅

[ethan-torchios-bitch]

remus, to barty, evan and regulus: fun fact i’m a a werewolf and if you don’t like that then get the fuck out of

evan: is that where you get those sexy looking scars from?

barty: are they on your dick?

evan: please say yes

barty: please let us see

[aviwritessometimes]

hot take

but isnt the whole fandom completely fictional ?

absolutely everything is fictional. no marauders and no slytherin skittles exist in real life.

i get that they're important, writing them and reading about them is important to people (me too).

but is it really so important to bully people over what they like ?

some people don't like jegulus and that's fine

some people don't like blackinnon and that's also fine.

I've seen so much hate towards so many characters and people for liking/hating those characters.

most of these characters are so complex, so many layers to their personality.

some hate Severus Snape and some love him

some hate James Potter and some love him.

is it really a big deal if someone doesn't agree with what you think is right ?

[armandology]

fuuuuck i just realized that the future idealized version of myself cant exist without current me being the catalyst for change and doing hard things. has anybody heard about this

[yes-ofc-i-bite]

marauders as things my friends said:

Regulus: if jesus met you, he'd spit on you Barty, without hesitation: and I'd get turned on.

(Pt2)

[esp3ria]

"Drowning"

Drawn on procreate :-)

[neondust7]

Are you kidding me? This is BRILLIANT!

[thememedaddy]