i have an unhealthy attachment to regulus black

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i have an unhealthy attachment to regulus black
james, sirius, and peter doing the "say a little prayer" dance trend. remus is behind the camera denying any request for notes
oh fuck
Does anyone have fic recs where Remus Lupin is the most pathetic loser man ever
Thanks
james potter would love reality tv shows. dance moms? home reno? jersey shore? he knows all the drama fr
i love whatever the fuck james potter and sirius black have going on. i bet it looks wild from the outside. its undefinable. its romantic. its deeply platonic. its obsessive. its a secret fifth thing. its a little feral. they're soulmates. they're brothers. they're best friends. they're partners in crime. they're creepy twins in a horror movie. they're each other's person. they can read each others minds. they're not technically two seperate people anymore. no one knows where one ends and the other begins. i'm voting them 'most likely to have a folie à deux thing going on' in the school yearbook.
Sirius was the glue of his family in the way that him staying was what kept the peace. The entire family crumbled once he left. He was the favourite child even when he wasn’t, the prodigal son. Regulus may have followed his parents and been obedient but it was Sirius who excelled, who was intelligent and cruel and political. The perfect heir to the Noble House of Black. Walburga and Orion keep looking for Sirius in Regulus, who will never be able to grow out of his shadow, at least not in his parents’ eyes. And Regulus, he will push himself beyond his abilities over and over, always trying to make his parents proud. He’s looking for Sirius in them too. Sirius was the only one in that family to love him unconditionally, to see him as more than the spare. Even if becoming the perfect heir feels impossible, Regulus will put his everything into it, desperately searching for some shred of that elusive affection in his parents. It’s never enough for any of them. None of them can fill the hole Sirius leaves behind, and the family keeps fracturing until there’s nothing left. In the end, Walburga and Orion never really held any power over Sirius. It was Sirius who in control, Sirius who stayed for as long as his loyalty outweighed his moral compass. Sirius was the glue because he was the only soul in that family strong enough to be, the only one who cared enough to bother.
regulus deletes entire posts over simple spelling mistakes
the marauders after their last exam
sirius: we're free!
peter: i'm cheap
james: i'm expensive
remus: i'm a reasonable price i think
sirius: i wouldn't call priceless reasonable
sirius forced to pick between marrying james or remus in tomadachi life like if u cried
the vague outline of a rosekiller fic i'm going to write:
barty is at some party. james and regulus are around somewhere. dorcas might have left a while ago, or she might be holed up in some bathroom with marlene, he isn’t sure. barty is alone, like always. he’s a little drunk. he feels his father’s hand on the back of his neck.
evan sits beside him. they don’t speak, but they keep sharing glances. barty walks evan back home. the first thing evan says is asking if he’d like to come up.
there’s a rosary on the back of evan's bedroom door, it’s the only religious sort of thing in the entire home. it’s kind of off-putting because it’s so out of place between the moss-lined picture frames and pinned moth wings and pressed flowers. barty forgets about it pretty quickly.
he wakes in the middle of the night as the rosary swings against the door; the noise is soft, a clacking of glass beads against wood panels. barty leaves shortly thereafter.
whenever i see a full moon i think of remus lupin and then i feel a little sad
this fanfic shit easy
Yeah sex is good but have you ever found a 200k word fic of your favorite characters with your favorite trope?
Evan Rosier has long stretches of time where his body is on autopilot. He is aware of his existence but only so far as to pass as human-like. In these times, his body can be charming, it can be lazy, it can be hungry, etc, he's just not really there for it. It's like he's watching from somewhere else, like the real Evan is tucked away and relegated to the back of his mind.
There are times where he comes back. Once, he saw a vibrant purple cabbage, and suddenly, it was like he was breathing again. It was just so beautiful, so shocking, so out of the ordinary; it jolted him back for a glorious, brief moment
The most significant time is, while channel surfing, he catches a glimpse of Barty's mugshot. Clarity, confusion, chaos.
sirius would rather be called any curse under the sun than hear someone say he's a loser
really like the idea that barty's patronus would be something vaguely pathetic like a goldfish or a snail