“I’m Scared That I’ll Become A Drug Addict In The Future”, “I’m Scared That I’ll Be Still

one thing about me as part of the marauders fandom is that i will never read a fanfiction where regulus is not the main character or there's no jegulus in it. so popular works like all the young dudes and the cadence of part-time poets are a big NO for me.

plus, if i'm not mistaken, in atyd regulus is straight... STRAIGHT!!!!! the NO is even bigger and bolded.

so basically you could say i'm more of a regulus and jegulus stan than a marauders, and i'm not gonna lie, i like the skittles more, but i do enjoy the marauders friendship and the complicated relationship of the black brothers (i'm a sucker for their angst).

I will literally pay someone to draw this as regulus, James and Barty

I’m looking at you @alexsays-no

for me to be left alone in a room full of things that I’ve done

would u guys still like me if i was into klance again

sorry theres a collection of different fandoms im in that resurface at something that reminds me of it (ie getting back into assclass after seeing it on roblox….) but klance i always get back into when i get back into space…

anyway og art. ive seen a couple redraw it with ocs or ships and it just had to be klanced…

It’s really weird to read a harry potter fic as a marauders fan. like in marauders tom and voldy is like the villain in almost every fic and in harry potter fics hes like “😍😎💀🥀🥺”

✨ in this house it’s always fuck censorship ✨

The Black brothers, 1964

Walburga is screaming for Sirius to smile, in return he gives the sourest cabagge expression, regulus likes to hold his brothers hand, Kreacher, who is taking the picture, is tired.

the cuties

Added the promised second part y’all!

When they are making love (vanilla, I know. Rolling my eyes.) James wants to hold into Regulus' hands. He'll either pin them above his head or interwind their fingers.

All while keeping eye-contact, loving gazes.

Well,

When they are fucking, James will grip Regulus' neck, placing his handprint there into a neckline of a lilac bruise. And he would tie Reg's hands together, till there's a angry red mark.

All while staring into Reg's eyes, which roll back, fill with tears.

That's the post.