"Poor Thing." (condescending) (flirting)

born to write fanfics. forced to bear the burden of life

One thing I love about the marauders fandom is discussing headcanons and stuff.

Because like… you can’t tell me I’m wrong. You’re just as wrong as I am. All this shit is made up.

And canon is a scary place to go and we would all rather be wrong than agree with r0wl1ng

how did you learn to write well?

well first you have to be a very sad child

[Insert any joke about Regulus and water here]

Sirius on the surface like hmmmm I wonder what’s taking them so long 🤔

Regulus Black/James Potter

Mature, no warnings

A new chapter to my ongoing work, Jegulus Adventures!

They laid in bed for only a few more minutes before they heard someone talking from outside their four poster paradise. They stayed silent until someone, Barty of course, ripped the curtain open.

“Good morning Regulus, and James– wait James? When did you get here?” Barty asked, dazed.

Before either boy responds they hear Evan yell “James? How did you get in here?” From the other bed, where Evan was sat up, staring curiously.

James laughed at both of their disbelief, “Magic”.

Regulus looked up, biting his lip, as if he was trying to hold in laughter and couldn't believe James said that, all at once.

Barty’s face deadpanned before he burst out laughing, doubled over, leaning on the edge of Regulus’ bed. Regulus grabbed a pillow from behind James, holding like he was deciding who he was going to hit with it.

Regulus stared at the pillow before shoving it in his face and laughing into it. He then threw it at Barty. Who laughed even harder and fell to the floor, clutching his stomach.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50963854/chapters/159227344

Let them kiss

I love platonic moonwater 💖

The difference between the Black brothers is Sirius gets on his tiptoes to kiss Remus.

Regulus pulls James down by his collar of his shirt to kiss him.

Regulus laughs against his lips, low and mocking, nails scraping along James’s jaw. “Knew you’d come running the second I called.” James doesn’t answer, just fists a hand in Regulus’s shirt and pulls him closer, swallowing whatever cruel remark he was about to make. Because that’s what this is, isn’t it? They don’t talk. They take. They ruin. Because Regulus is a sickness James can’t shake, and James is the worst kind of addiction—one that feels good enough to make you ignore how much it’s destroying you.

a fluffy modern au domestic jegulus raising harry fic that's all sweet and nice but the last chapter ends with "but the lamp starts looking weird" and it ends with flashes of canon as regulus sinks further down into the murky water of the cave

Regulus is secretly amazing at ballet and he whips it out as a party trick while drunk. Best believe James chokes on his drink