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Genuine question here.
My dream has always been to study in Paris. I’m from Europe, but I don’t speak french. Of course I would try to learn french. But is it even possible for me to study there? I can study in English, but what about everyday life there?
Sirius Black may be a slut but Regulus Black is a whore.
starting a tag game cause i'm bored and i hate my notifications :D
WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE IRL
WHAT U WANNA LOOK LIKE
picrew: here!
tagging @random-doctor-on-the-internet @cataperat @discoveredreality @ladykiller-yt and @midnights-dragon
Thanks for the tag!
What I look like:
What I want to (not so many changes, just need to wait for hair length and buy new black lenses):
Non pressuring tags to @harbinger-of-existential-dread , @howmanyholesinswisscheese , @goblin-named-sam and @weirdly-specific-but-ok .
WHAT I LOOK LIKE
WHAT I WANT TO LOOK LIKE
REALLY I JUST WANT AZIRAPHALE HAIR AND MORE PIERCINGS
NO PRESSURE TAGS TO @robinprinceofchaos, @midnights-dragon, @patoslover, @eybefioro, @crowleys-bentley-and-plants and @arkytiorlecter
THANK U FOR THE TAG CRISTY!! (can I call u that?) THIS PICREW IS SO CUTE OMG
What I look like (yes ik so boring)
What I wanna look likeeee
(I just wanna be queer and free tbh)
NO PRESSURE TAGS TO MY BELOVEDS!! @aroaceblackhole @achilles-in-a-blanket-burrito @arkytiorlecter @cawdra @good-usernames-were-taken @chaoticgenderflood and open tag!!
what i look like:
what i want to look like:
uh yeah open tags:)
What I look like
What I want to look like
Ik it’s kinda weird to want glasses but I have my reasons. I’m not exactly insecure I just don’t wanna look basic forever. I know some of it isn’t really possible (like the ears or changing my freckles)
Open tags :)
What I look like
What i want to look like
I just want to get rid of the glasses and my hair really needs a haircut but im too scared to do it by myself and i cant wait for summer when my freckles willbe finally visible
Anyone can join <3
My biggest flex is that i can read (and understand) the worlds longest love poem in its original language
JAMES MADE REGULUS THE MARGIELA KISS SHIRT
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The first night Regulus is with the Potters, his thoughts end up spiralling and stressing him out to the point where he can't sleep at all so he gets up, goes into Sirius' room, arranges his bedding on the floor and goes to sleep there instead because having someone else in the room with him is the one thing that'll calm him down
And he could've just gone to James' room and snuggled up with him in a proper bed if he wanted that company so badly but instead he chose to sleep on Sirius' bedroom floor as it reminded him of when they'd have sleepovers in each other's rooms as children on the occasions Walburga allowed it (which was pretty rare as it was only when she knew Orion wouldn't overreact about it).
Sirius wakes up the next day, sees Reg sleeping on the floor next to him, shrugs, and chooses to never mention it. It happens a few times after that, mostly while he's settling in but occasionally even a year later when he's had a particularly stressful day because the nostalgia has an instant calming effect on him
And Sirius never brings it up but he kind of likes feeling reliable and helpful
Lily was the first to figure it out. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, after all she was known for coming in first in all her classes.
When James didn’t bother her for a week she thought he was planning something big. When he didn’t bother her for a month she thought he was finally giving up. When he showed up two months later with an apology, that’s when she knew.
He was over her. Fully and truly. Cause when James loved someone he loved them with his whole heart - which meant he had moved on to a new target.
So it doesn’t come as a surprise that when she goes into the potion room after hours to work on her extra credit assignment, she finds James making out with someone instead.
“So you do know where the potions room is.”
The happy couple jumps apart and James turns a sheepish look at her. That’s when Lily finally gets a good look at who James was with.
Black curly hair, regal features, slytherin tie.
She raises an eyebrow. “You never took things the easy way did you?”
James groans as Regulus laughs.
Lily smirks at Regulus. “Him going after you, I get. But you? You voluntarily chose him?”
“It was a lapse in judgement”
“Hey-“
They both ignore James.
It’s the start of a beautiful friendship.
James & Regulus: *kissing*
Barty: That’s got to be fun for you, huh?
Sirius: …
Barty: Watching your best friend suck the saliva out of your brother’s mouth?
Sirius: Shut up
@jegulus-microfic | march 1, prompt: rugby | word count: 1.080 featuring motion-sick regulus. this is mostly comical / partly crack. tw he does throw up but there's no graphic detail.
Exploiting what Regulus assumes to be the surviving remnants of a bewitched bloodline, James had, at long last, managed to magically convince the notorious ‘Young Sir Black’, as Horace would have it, to join him on a three-hour-long drive to the ancestral Potter manor to informally meet his parents.
Sirius: Reggie I told you I’m sorry!
Regulus: How can I forget what you did!!???
Remus: What did Sirius do?
Regulus obviously upset: He called Call Me By Your Name a shit movie!!
Remus: How fucking dare you.
How fucking dare he.
@jegulus-microfic // february 4 // prompt: old // words: 619
Regulus reaches up with a sly grin on his face, hands coming to rest on James' chest and smoothing down the imaginary wrinkles in his white button down.
“I quite like being your trophy husband. All I have to do is stand here and be pretty—”
“And we both know how good you are at that,” James says as he leans down to drag his nose along the column of Regulus’ neck, lips following behind.
Regulus hums, a quiet thing. The scratch of James' five o'clock shadow against the sensitive skin of his neck makes blood rush to his head.
“A pretty, young thing for you to show off to all your old friends.” Regulus resists the urge to throw back his head and give James more space to work. Has to remind himself they're in public, although that has never stopped him before.
James' hands tighten where they're resting on Regulus' waist, fingers splayed possessively, just so everyone knows they can look but can't touch.
One hand slips under the hem of Regulus' shirt, settling on his hip. The feel of the cool wedding band against his skin contact makes him shiver and Regulus relishes in the knowledge that James is his.
“My friends aren't that old,” James says with a huff, pulling back from where he was mouthing at Regulus’ pulse point. There's no heat behind the words, though. Only fond amusement.
“Your friends are probably popping Viagra with their morning multivitamins,” Regulus says as he rolls his eyes.
There's violin music filtering through the room, and waiters with trays filled with Champagne weaving their way through the crowd. Although Regulus must admit that the hors d'oeuvres are excellent. He's snagged a few of a platter before dragging James to a secluded corner.
James leans down, tilting his head just so. Regulus knows he could press their lips together in a kiss if he would just tilt his face up to James. It would be so easy, like a flower to the sun.
“A pretty, young thing with a wicked tongue,” James murmurs, the words brushing over Regulus’ lips. They smell a little like Champagne and something sweet.
“You'd know all about that, huh?” He teases, fingers sliding up from where they were still resting on James' chest to the side of his neck where Regulus knows a hickey is hidden beneath the collar. Light catches on the thin wedding band he's wearing around his ring finger. The sight has heat coiling in his stomach.
Something flashes in James' eye, but it's gone before Regulus has the chance to decipher its meaning. Just as well, because the look is swallowed up by lust. The brown of James' iris disappearing, his pupils dilating as if they can't get enough of Regulus.
And Regulus knows he looks good; a silk shirt in a shade of green so dark it looks almost black, a thin layer of gloss on his lips and his curls mussed just so. It's a miracle they even made it out of the bedroom tonight, let alone the house. But James had insisted on coming, told Regulus they couldn't get away with skipping yet another party.
So they showed up and danced and mingled and Regulus watched as James talked to his friends. He always has a hand tucked into the bend of James' elbow, or one of James' arms around his waist or on his shoulders, a comforting weight.
After another moment of silence, eyes locked on each other, Regulus clears his throat. “I want to dance,” he declares.
“That's fine with me,” James says. “I like showing you off.”
Secretly Regulus thinks that he's the one showing off; James the trophy and Regulus the winner.
Reg's nickname for Sirius is 'Ris' pass it on
He's been using it since they were like 5
But normally doesn't use it around other people bc he's an angry little shit and doesn't want anyone else to start using it too (anyone meaning James ofc)
He also uses it when he wants to guilt trip him into doing something or to get his attention when he isn't listening
sirius: so why were you in james' bed wearing his boxers and his quidditch t-shirt?
regulus: cause we had sex you dumb bitch
*barty and sirius in azkaban*
barty: how the fuck haven't you gone completely insane yet
sirius: nothing can break me
barty: James fucked regulus when he was in sixth year and reg was in fifth
sirius: when I get out of here I'm going to kill both of them
barty:
sirius:
"You keep his shirt, he keeps his word."
Regulus stumbled out of the bedroom the morning after James had stayed over for the first time, stomach in knots, half-regretting what he'd done. Had he agreed to too much? Let James in too far? Allowed him to see too much of him? Probably. He'd woken up alone.
He tugged at the hem of the t-shirt James had lent him a few weeks ago, the t-shirt that he'd 'forgotten' to give back. He'd pulled it on a few moment ago in a fit of self-doubt, but now if felt like a reminder of everything he'd risked and probably done wrong.
But when he got to the kitchen, he paused and stared.
James Potter was there, making bacon.
"You...stayed?" Regulus murmured, feeling foolish.
James turned and smiled, pulling him into a hug. "Told you I would, baby," he murmured into Regulus's neck.
And oh, god.
For something so simple, it almost brought Regulus to tears.
Lyrics from "You Are In Love" by Taylor Swift