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Twirling my hair, giggling and kicking my feet over the thought of James softly kissing the back of Regulus' neck while he is railing him from behind

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harry potter fan: who's you're favorite character

me: oh yk.... ginny

marauders fan: who's your favorite character

me: regulus but not jegulus regulus, more like anti hero child prodigy complex character regulus

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James carried nostalgia like a second skin — smiling with his friends, yet quietly grieving the present as if it were already gone. If Voldemort didn’t kill him, nostalgia would.

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Fleamont: Dinner is ready. Come down and eat.

Fleamont: Bring down your lady friend.

James: ?

James: It’s my friend Sirius. He’s a boy.

Fleamont: Gay

Fleamont: Mom thought it was a chick.

James: Well he has long hair.

Fleamont: Gay

Fleamont: Both of you come eat.

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mary: i miss u.

sirius: i moved on already mary

mary: oh. i hope she treats you good.

sirius: he*

mary: wait what

sirius: …

sirius: i like it from the back now

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marlene: LOVING HENNA FRECKLES

peter: what is henna

sirius: Anime porn I think

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What are y’all’s fave marauders headcanons? I KNOW you have them, don’t let this flop 🙂‍↕️

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The Black brothers getting so incredibly high before a family event they’re being forced to go to. Everyone is just so confused bc suddenly Regulus is acting out like Sirius would and Sirius is in a corner zoning out like Regulus normally does

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james: i want u

james: is that okay

regulus: Yes

james: #awesomesauce

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sirius: hey mom can i see you for mother’s day

walburga: Which one of my kids is this

sirius: sirius

walburga: No

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james is the type of person who says idgaf, n then gaf. regulus is the type of person who looks all mysterious n shit but if you look closely, their hands are shaking. sirius is the type of person who has a bunch of weird stories you’re not even sure whether to believe or not. remus is like a classic lesbian who listens to Fiona Apple and reads Sylvia Plath—except he’s a guy. and gay. lily doesn’t just laugh—she cackles.

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“james potter didn’t fall in love. he unraveled into it.”

he was always loud about things. loud about quidditch, loud about gryffindor, loud about love.

but with him—with regulus fucking black—he went quiet. not out of fear. not even out of shame.

out of confusion.

because regulus wasn’t someone you understood. he was someone you watched. someone you tried to decode like a spell in an ancient tongue— one wrong pronunciation and the whole thing would blow up in your face.

james kept trying.

he read him like a mirror, hoping to see reflections, hoping to be seen.

but regulus wasn’t a mirror. he was a wall. an elegant, beautiful wall that sometimes cracked in the moonlight and let james hope.

and james?

james was made of glass. glittering, fragile, always trying to be shiny for everyone. a mirrorball.

and god, he wanted to be enough.

he wanted to be chosen.

but regulus kept choosing silence.

and james kept pretending he didn’t care.

he drowned himself in noise—he hid in the chaos because it was easier than facing what he couldn’t name. because if he sat in the quiet too long, he could still feel the way regulus looked at him—

like he wanted to say everything,

and said nothing.

and still, james stayed.

even when it hurt.

even when he felt like he was drowning in unspoken words.

he stayed.

because regulus was worth it.

worth the ache, worth the mess, worth the endless guessing games.

james hated that he felt that.

hated that he cared so much.

and regulus. he cared too. but differently.

quietly.

he’d never done this before. never let someone in.

he didn’t know how to be soft out loud.

james didn’t know how to be anything but loud.

they were opposites, orbiting, colliding, bleeding.

but somehow, in the chaos, they found each other.

despite the confusion, despite the pain, they clung to the fragments of something that felt like home.

maybe, in the end, the mess was the only thing they could understand.

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James sings Lovefool all day and all night out loud, specifically thinking of Regulus.

“so, i cry, and i pray and i beg, for you to LOVE ME, LOVE ME, SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME. FOOL ME, FOOL ME. GO ON AND FOOL ME!”

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To James, Regulus was the only person he could be himself with. The only person he’d tell all of his secrets.

And he was very open to people, he trusted easily.

But Regulus… James had no matter on opening his own chest and give him his beating heart on the palm of his hand.

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james will always come back to regulus, no matter how much time has passed.

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in some universe regulus is a famous writer and james a famous hockey player

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james and regulus broke up many times, each time, they continued on talking, but kept it a secret