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#canon as well

Whenever Regulus is cold, he’ll shift into his cat form and crawl into the pocket of James’ hoodie to snuggle.

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Our scars can destroy us. Even after the physical wounds have healed. But if we survive them, they can transform us. They can give us the power to endure… and the strength to fight. // Parents aren't for telling their children who they're supposed to be. We are here to give y'aII tools, help you make fools of yourselves all on your own. Your choices, Clark. Your actions. That's what makes you who you are.

The Batman (2022) // Superman (2025)

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the whomping willow was needlessly villainized. bc who among us wouldn’t beat people up to protect remus lupin’s secret??

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Who in the marauders writes fanfiction and why is it Peter?

I know his ass writes wolfstar fanfics

And James is his beta reader

But they don’t even know it’s them. So they’re both on discord like “omg bro u remind me of my best friend yall would get along so well 🤩”

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Latin languages are very similar therefore if someone's talking french and someone else italian or spanish they will understand what the other's saying to a certain point.

What I want to say is Regulus and Barty argue in italian and french and come up with the most specific insults and somehow get what the others saying.

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headcanon that james never got jealous which made regulus look insane because he did. all the time, really. but then one night, they were at a party and regulus was just talking to some random guy who made a joke and regulus started genuinely laughing. needless to say, james could not keep his cool. he was feeling levels of jealousy that regulus didn’t even know existed.

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Sirius “you know, some people look at the moon and feel lonely. I look at you and feel safe.” Black to Remus Lupin who physically walked into a wall.

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one day james had to bring himself to explain to sirius that no, it is not a general thing to be mesmerized by moony's big hands. it is not something that everybody does. not everyone notices them. or their shape. or how long his fingers are. or their veins.

"but how can people not notice the veins, prongs? who even has hands with veins like that?"

james thought he was hopeless.

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wolfstar are absolutely glued at the hip. whatever one of them’s doing, the other’s already halfway there. sirius needs to pee at a party? remus is coming with to stand guard outside the door, leaning against the wall and scrolling aimlessly or just staring into space. remus wants a smoke? sirius hands him one before he even asks and lights it with his own lighter. sirius wants to play beer ball? remus is either his first pick or his only teammate, already cracking opening a beer with a sigh like he’s preparing to carry the team (again). remus doesn’t even like beer ball. sirius gets into an argument with someone? remus is suddenly next to him, not saying a word, just standing there until the other person walks away.

remus gets socially tapped out fast. he can smile and be polite, but there’s always a limit, and when he hits it, he just finds sirius and says, “can we go?” and sirius goes. even if he was mid-story. even if people beg him to stay. he doesn’t care. he just grabs their stuff and follows remus out like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be, because there isn’t.

they do that thing where they speak in code. a raised eyebrow, a short sigh, a hand on the back of a neck, etc. they’ve had full conversations in silence across crowded rooms. it’s unsettling if you’re not used to it.

they’ve got systems. sirius never remembers his wallet. remus double-checks before they leave. remus never knows where his keys are. sirius always finds them. sirius gets distracted mid-task; remus finishes it without saying anything. remus forgets to eat when he’s stressed; sirius shoves a granola bar into his hand with a grumble and a kiss to the cheek.

they fight, obviously. sometimes stupid little fights that fizzle out in five minutes, sometimes real ones that end with one of them storming off for a few hours. but they always circle back. it’s not about pride anymore, but about coming home. sirius will kick the door open and announce “i’m still mad, but i brought pastries,” and remus will roll his eyes and clear space at the table.

they share clothes in the way that means most of remus’ jumpers are stretched out and most of sirius’ t-shirts have small ink stains. sirius wears remus’ threadbare gray hoodie so often it might as well be his now. remus steals sirius’ leather jacket when he goes out for cigarettes. they pretend to fight about it, but neither one actually wants their stuff back.

sirius hates mornings, but he’ll get up early to make coffee if remus has a long day ahead. he won’t say anything about it, but he will leave the mug on the nightstand and climb back into bed as if he didn’t do anything. remus hears it every time, and every time, he squeezes his hand under the covers before heading to the kitchen.

their flat’s always a little messy. shoes by the door, jackets on chairs, half-finished mugs of tea, notes scribbled on napkins, cigarette packs, matchbooks, a pile of books they swear they’ll return to the library someday. the window’s always cracked open. there’s always music playing, either loud and fast or soft and scratchy, depending on who got to the record player first.

when they go out, they watch each other and make sure the other doesn’t drink too much. they laugh too loud and argue with strangers about music or social issues or the best way to roll a fag. but they always end the night the same way: one of them saying “let’s go,” and the other following without question. jackets half on. hands brushing. eyes already looking ahead.

they share drinks without asking. they finish each other’s sentences. they show up to things together. leave together. sometimes they separate for a bit, and you’ll see one of them glancing around the room, then drifting toward the other without realizing it. they don’t hover. they gravitate. you’d think it was choreographed the way they mirror each other, but it’s not about being inseparable, it’s just that things make more sense when they’re in the same place.

you don’t ask why they’re always together. you ask where one of them is, and the answer is always the other.

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𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝓁𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓎 𝓌𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒…

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how do i say i miss regulus black without sounding like a fucking idiot? 😭

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- quiet steps on pale stone streets

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my heart stopped

let’s be sleepy with papa ‪‪❤︎‬

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james would never let regulus open any door for himself and it annoyed regulus so much that he started to use magic to open the doors before they reached them which in turn annoyed james who would push regulus out of the way and sprint to open the door. coincidentally, james has had a lot of doors opened directly on his face