Nobody Knows How Bad Jegulus Has Gotten Into My Head To The Point Where I Cant Even Touch The Half Blood

its an honor to live in the same state as reg and Sirius 😔

where in the us the marauders are from (in my fic)

james - texas (he's a alex clarmont diaz varient)

mary - texas (I can hear her with a texas accent)

sirius & regulus - virgina (their parents work for the government)

marlene - new york (just vibes)

remus - minnesota (he's def from the midwest)

lily - massachusetts (she reminds me of so many girls in ma)

peter - ohio (he's just silly like that)

dorcas - california (shes an LA girl)

barty - california (he also lives in LA)

pandora & evan - oregan (cause of the oregan trail)

any1 have jegulus fic recs with some angst/fluff and some smut scenes but not overly heavy? those would be greatly appreciated 🥰🥰

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just remembered james potter dies sirius black dies regulus black dies lily evans dies remus lupin dies im going to die now

ok Champagne Problems is litterally Back To December if it was written like All too Well

Regulus' favorite type of flowers are dried ones

I lovee mirror me <33 but camera me, idk her she can go die in a ditch idc

a macaroon muchercogle

Saw my friend doing something similar so here we go!!

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Forever - @rosekillermicrofic - wc: 276

Evan leans against the embalming table, arms crossed, watching Barty pace the length of the morgue. The overhead fluorescent lights cast a cold glow over them, but Barty’s hands are warm when he finally stops and presses his palms against Evan’s chest.

“What does forever mean to you, B?” Evan asks, tilting his head. His voice is quiet, but the words settle heavily between them.

Barty’s fingers twitch against Evan’s shirt, curling slightly like he wants to grab hold of something solid. “Forever?” he echoes, voice barely above a whisper. His mouth curves, sharp and amused, but there’s something in his eyes that betrays the expression. “Forever is a joke, love. Nothing lasts.”

Evan hums, lifting a hand to brush Barty’s curls away from his forehead. “That’s not true,” he murmurs. “Some things last. Some things rot slower than others.”

Barty laughs, a short, breathless sound. “You would think about decomposition when we’re talking about forever.” He shakes his head, but he doesn’t pull away. “So that’s your answer? That forever is just how long it takes for something to turn to dust?”

Evan considers him for a moment, then nods. “More or less.” He lets his fingers drift down, tracing the shape of Barty’s cheek, his jaw, the curve of his lips. “I think forever is measured in what’s left behind. Not the decay, but what lingers.”

Barty watches him for a long moment, something unreadable in his gaze. Then, slowly, he grins. “Well,” he says, voice dropping to something almost intimate, “guess we’ll just have to make sure we leave something worth remembering, won’t we?”

Evan smiles back, slow and knowing. “We already have.”

guys I need to know are you a doc martens kind of marauders fan or red/brown/green converse kind of marauders fan

louder for the people in the back