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Barty: Dorcas, my lovely little naive Dorcas, don’t date a gryffindor, don’t do that

Dorcas: Regulus is dating a gryffindor

Barty: Yes well Regulus belongs to a mental hospital

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Guys you have it all wrong, it’s REGULUS that has the antler hip tattoos that frame JAMES’ head when he’s on his knees in front of him.

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DELETE THIS POST

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yall i need a jegulus fic inspired by tske me to church

like so fucking badly

someons pls write this

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Platonic Kissing

Based on an anonymous prompt

"Kiss Moony," James stated, a grin clear on his face.

Sirius reeled. He glanced around the circle, taking in the gleeful expressions on the faces around him. Quickly, he started making a mental note in his head of who he would get revenge on first. He decided on Marlene after James, since she looked the most smug.

Fine. He could do this. It was just a stupid kiss. Friends kissed all the time, he reasoned with himself. It was totally normal. Platonic.

He looked at Remus, who was blushing and looking down.

Yes, a normal, friendly reaction. Of course Remus was embarrassed. Who wouldn't be embarrassed about having to kiss someone in front of a group of people?

Deciding to get it over with, he crawled awkwardly, stopping in front of Remus, and looking at him nervously.

Which was normal. It was normal to be nervous to kiss your friend, right? it was normal to get butterflies in your stomach and stare at those beautiful, pink lips, and wonder what it would feel like? Feel a bit lucky, even, that you got to find out?

Yes, he decided. It was friendly. A friend thing.

He decided it was also friendly, kind, to reach out and stroke at Remus's cheek. To slowly pull their lips together while staring into those heartbreakingly beautiful eyes. Because really, he wanted Remus to be comfortable. Obviously.

And it was friendly, too, when he gasped at the contact of their lips. When he threw his arms around Remus's shoulders and crushed their bodies together, and sparks erupted over his body. They were friend sparks.

The moans that fell from both of their lips were moans of friendship, Sirius told himself, pulling at Remus's hair and slipping his tongue into the taller boy's mouth, relishing in the taste. They were close, that's all.

And when Remus move his hand downward to Sirius's thigh, gripping it, making him bite and suck at the other boy's lips, Sirius had to fight to remind himself that this was platonic. It was...platonic touching. Platonic snogging. Platonic feelings.

But when they both came up for air with a gasp and stared into each other's eyes, a few people whistling around them, Sirius started to think that maybe...it wasn't so friendly. Because Remus's eyes were dark and lust-filled and his lips were red and kiss-bitten and Sirius felt the unmistakable pull of want at the base of his spine.

"I think....Sirius and I need to discuss this elsewhere," Remus murmured, voice rough, eyes never straying from Sirius's own.

Sirius nodded breathlessly and stood, pulling Remus with him.

Of course, not much talking did happen.

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The more I read in other fandoms, the more I realise that we are ABSOLUTELY ✨SPOILED✨ in the Marauders fandom. The quality of the writing? The sheer volume of GOOD FICS? The variety? The depth? Off the charts.

You can find smut for any pairing. You can find mind-blowing one-shots for any pairing. You can find novel-length works for any pairing. You can find well-written, epic fics for almost any pairing.

We are so lucky✨

The bar has been set too high and I'm fighting for my life in other fandoms.

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hiiiiiiii dori

i’ve written a prompt for you and it feels like something you may enjoy writing so i’m sharing it with you:

“Goodbye, James.”

Thats was the last time he’d heard Regulus’ voice

The first time he saw the Dark Mark across his lover’s arm

And the moment he decided to go against everything he’d ever learned.

Ever treasured.

Ever believed in.

Just to see his lover again.

omg hiii! thank you so much for this, it was so much fun to write <33

word count: 658

“Goodbye, James.”

That was the last time he’d heard Regulus’ voice.

The first time he saw the Dark Mark across his lover’s arm.

And the moment he decided to go against everything he’d ever learned.

Ever treasured.

Ever believed in.

Just to see his lover again.

As much as it shamed him to admit it, James was almost glad his parents weren’t around to see it; to see the deep black ink marring his forearm. He wasn’t sure he could’ve stomached seeing them realise that their son — the boy they’d cradled in their arms, the boy they’d raised to be kind and thoughtful and loving — had branded himself the same as murderous blood purists.

But that was just it, wasn’t it? James had been raised to love and to protect the people closest to him. And nobody had been as close to him as Regulus Black.

He could still feel the ghost of his touch, when he thought hard enough. It was all that kept him going when he’d thrown his first Avada Kedavra; it was all for Regulus. To protect him. To show him that no matter what he did, he was never ‘too cruel’ or ‘too monsterous’ for James. Because anything Regulus had done, James had too, now.

James was yet to see Regulus at any meetings, though. Or missions. Crouch Jr. said it was because James wasn’t very high in the ranks, yet.

So he rose.

He rose and he rose until even Bellatrix Lestrange was beneath him. She feared him, even. The Dark Lord was letting James lead missions; letting him plan them and decide who to bring and who to kill and who to curse until they forgot their own name. It pained him, at first. These were his friends, and he had to treat them like enemies. Marlene, Dorcas. Alice and Frank. Lily, Peter, Remus. Sirius.

For Regulus, James reminded himself, flinging a slicing hex at one of the Prewett brothers.

For Regulus, James thought, using his animagus form to spy on Order meetings.

For Regulus, James thought, facing down children on the battlefield.

He was slowly becoming more and more numb to it. Eventually, he wasn’t sure he felt anything at all.

But then.

It was a meeting like any other. The Dark Lord’s inner circle sat at the table, while lower ranking Death Eaters stood around the room. One seat eternally empty — Regulus’ — between The Dark Lord and Lucius Malfoy, and directly opposite James. James had resigned himself to another hour of missing his love when, moments before the meeting was to begin, the doors swung open.

There, moving across the large manor dining room with the grace and presence of royalty, was Regulus Black. Perfect black curls smoothed back from his face, showing his sharp cheekbones and icy cold eyes and pursed lips.

James couldn’t wait to feel them again.

Regulus didn’t seem to notice him, at first, but James could see it the moment he did. Those gorgeous eyes widened just a touch, his lips fell apart. It took all of James’ self control not to throw himself across the table and invade them with his tongue.

At a guess, James reckoned Regulus took in as little of the meeting as he did himself. Their eyes had locked across the table and it seemed like nothing at all could break their stares, not until The Dark Lord announced the meeting’s conclusion and Regulus all but ran from the room like it was on fire.

By the time James caught up to him, Regulus had hidden himself away in a small drawing room and was pacing, hands tugging at his hair. He turned abruptly when James shut the door behind himself.

”James,” he breathed, running into James’ arms. Everything James had done — the curses he’d thrown, the lives he’d ended — it all fell away into nothing. All that was left was the love cradled in his arms.

”Hello, love.”

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what if i sobbed

Save Me 'Til the Party is Over

CW: Sad? Alcohol. Conan Gray sadness. Yeah.

"He's doing it again," Remus murmured to James, clutching at his plastic cup miserably.

"Sirius?" James asked softly, though they both knew the answer.

Remus tried not to look up, but it was no use. And when he did, silver eyes stared back. Beckoned him to the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the Common Room.

'Dance with me, Moony,' red, kissable lips mouthed.

He wanted to cry. To refuse. To run. Because he knew how much he would hurt tomorrow.

But he was weak, so he walked forward as Sirius reached for him, not resisting at all as the shorter boy linked his fingers behind Remus's neck, pulling their bodies deliciously close. "Missed you, Moons," a hot mouth whispered in his ear, making goosebumps erupt over Remus's skin. His ripped jeans and cropped shirt left inches of naked waist for Remus to grab at.

Sirius had been relentless, as usual. Trading drinks with every girl he saw. Downing shot after shot as he stared at Remus seductively.

And Remus allowed it. Allowed Sirius to turn, pull him to a corner of the room, connect their lips, as he always did. He was putty in the shorter boy's arms.

But the whole time, he knew.

Tomorrow, Sirius would joke, "Heh, we were so drunk, eh, Moony? We get up to the weirdest shit." "Crazy how alcohol makes you do such crazy things, eh Moony?" And then, he would pretend it never happed.

But Remus still melted into the soft lips of Sirius Black now. Pretended it was different. Pretended they were together at a different time, without loud music and a dancing crowd, together even after the party was over.

Together even when Sirius was sober.

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credit blood and crushed veneer on TikTok

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WAIT PEOPLE ON TUMBLR ARE REAL FUCKING PEOPLE

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Unpopular opinion

But the best representation ever of young peter is the one from the fic just lovers(like we were supposed to be) by bizarrestars

I go feral every time someone mentions him

‘’have you seen James’ birthmark’’ changed lives, including mine

“You haven’t lived until you’ve seen James potter naked’’

Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwhhhhhhh🦅

I love him, (young)Peter Pettigrew’s fans rise up

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So you're telling me, you're not obsessed with two gay ass motherfuckers, that permanently altered your brain and you do not think about them every living moment of your life, and you don't cry about them on daily basis? Ah. That's.......cool.

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Reblog to give Regulus Black a hug.

(all hugs collected will be given to Regulus by James)

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dude shut up youre scaring this cool rock i found

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gabbois

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Do you have fancasts in mind when you write James and Regulus?

(Sorry if it’s a repeat question)

yes but also no? idk like there are some timmy pictures where i'm like "that's reggie," but then there are some random model pics where i'm like "that's reggie." same with james! i love love love michael cimino for my james, but it also depends a little on the picture. i added some pics from the pinterest boards i have for them both that are the most my reg and james, though! they're close enough but not exact.

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for no one