#regulus enables him

[birlwrites]

what's your opinion on regulus/lily? i love them, but i honestly don't like the fics because they often make snape not a bad person, but i digress. i tend to read the fanfic because if you don't get pro-snape things, you don't get anything at all with that ship.

(or, what about, for fun, regulus/lily/evan)

i think regulus/lily can be very cool, AS LONG AS it doesn't turn into 'dramione but make it marauders.' (this is actually a caveat i have with a lot of marauders' era ships - that the potential is there, but the dynamic is often just like it is in a popular golden trio era ship. i'm down for a LOT of ships as long as the characters and dynamics don't feel recycled)

i think if i were to write a regulus/lily fic, it would probably be grounded in the war, because i feel like they need very high stakes to really push them together (see ttdl LMAO) - unless they're in the same house or year or something like that where they naturally run across each other a lot

like (and this is just off the top of my head - if someone wants to take this premise and run with it, go ahead! i already have far too many wips afjlshgskdf), this would be my go-to:

due to various scheduling issues, regulus and lily are assigned to do prefect rounds together (a combination that would normally NEVER fly because they try not to put muggleborns and People With Close Personal Ties To Death Eaters on patrol together)

lily goes into it hackles up, in the direct wake of sirius's disownment, expecting the worst from regulus black

regulus goes into it mildly curious about this lily evans who he has only ever heard about in the context of a) snape or b) potter, but honestly he's preoccupied with Sirius Angst and Family Pressure Angst and lots of things like that

slow burn the fuck out of it. regulus will probably be the one who has to actually break the ice because just b/c lily is no longer expecting him to blow up at her for blood purity reasons it doesn't mean she expects him to be worth befriending

bond over being younger siblings with very complicated relationships with their older siblings

become close friends (and here you get the joys of the secret relationship trope before a romantic relationship even develops, because War and also Sirius)

(side note - much character work for sirius would be necessary to make sure he's not just Regulus's Shouty Dramatic Brother)

and then i don't know where it would go from there but i do really like the idea of them working together in the war. either as an 'they're on their own side' thing or as a 'infiltrated both sides, using them for their own agenda' thing. like let them have a safehouse that lily has stocked with hand grenades, that's my vision

regulus/lily/evan would be A HOT MESS (in a fun way afjslghskdjf i just mean i'm laughing thinking about it) - triple the complicated relationships with older siblings. evan 'flirting is my middle name' rosier vs regulus 'pine until i either have to confess my undying love or fake my death' black vs lily 'historically people have just fallen all over themselves to ask me out and i don't actually know how to demonstrate interest in someone' evans. lots of lighthearted bickering. lily introducing regulus and evan to modern muggle technological marvels (disco ball). they have 'study dates' which are actually just lily and regulus studying and evan being distracting. they have a black and white cat named oreo (evan thinks this is the most original cat name ever). regulus is tormented constantly by lily and evan attempting to invent new household charms whenever the mood strikes. he and oreo often retreat to the library (spare bedroom full of books and one (1) disco ball) for safety. lily has a secret diary in which she keeps track of Definitely Totally Very Real Muggle Inventions that regulus and evan don't know she lied about yet. they have GREAT photo albums

[ellecdc]

I’ve been thinking about a Remus (or ig any ship that includes him?) x metamorphmagus!reader who is always turning into other people in order to mess with people. despite them being very good at acting and visually/audibly indistinguishable from their target, once the moon comes close and his senses are heightened Remus is able to recognize them from scent alone. I also think he’s observant enough that even when his senses are as normal as they can be, he is able to notice little ticks and habits that break through the disguise. I don’t think he would ruin their fun, observing and if he isn’t in pain even helping with their mischief.

It’s just such a cute little concept to me, and I think it could be fun to play with, so I would love to see if you can come up with a little Drabble or something about it! Thank you mother ❤️ I love confident and mischievous readers with quiet but enabling characters

this was a cute concept! thanks for the request! also, I didn't intend for this to be Potter!reader, but with the way the story went it ended up feeling like it had to be potter reader hahaha

Remus Lupin x Potter!reader who is a metamorphmagus [800 words]

CW: fem!reader, 'your mama' insults, talking about students getting it on in a broom closet

“Never thought I’d find myself happier to see this Black than the other one.” Barty Crouch Junior drawled as he sauntered into the library looking innocent for all intents and purposes - but Remus knew better.

“Sod off, Junior.” Sirius sneered back as he glared at the Slytherin from behind his book. 

“Oh, someone’s getting off, I can assure you.” He jeered; a mischievous sparkle shining in his eye giving Remus not nearly enough time to prepare for the coming theatrics. 

“Oh? Could you hear me and your mum last night?” Sirius replied haughtily, turning a page of his book for show. “I’ll try to make sure we’re quieter next time, but she’s a screamer.” 

Barty simply hummed as he dragged a finger across the back of a chair; expression glowing like he was simply loving this. “Are family members not off limits then, Black? Because if that’s the case, someone really ought to tell Reg and Potter that there's no need to be rutting against each other in the third floor broom closet like a couple of ne’er-do-wells.”

Sirius was standing in record time; his chair grating across the floors before landing with a thunk and his book (prop) laying long forgotten.

“You’re not serious.” Sirius spat menacingly, a true testament to how riled up he got over his brother and best friend (even though the two had been publicly dating for almost two months now) that he didn’t even bother censoring himself against the verb form of his name.

“Deadly.” Barty smirked, and that was all it took for Sirius to go racing off into the castle to cause a bigger scene than either Regulus or James had been prior to the announcement of their secret tryst. 

The library returned to its prior volume as Remus watched 'Barty' simply stare after the last place Sirius could be seen. 

“That’s not nice, dove.” Remus chided gently, though he didn’t bother hiding his smirk as he stared back down at his book.

“Whatever do you mean, Lupin?” You sneered back, but you were wearing a beaming smile that told him clearly you knew the ruse was up. 

“James has been trying very hard to make sure he isn’t throwing his relationship with Regulus in Sirius’ face.” Remus explained tiredly, though it was all for show. 

“And James has been making it very hard for me to not want to stab myself with a quill during quidditch practices.” You pouted as you took the seat across from him.

“All this over quidditch drills?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

You didn’t break his gaze nor the pout of your lips as you added “and he ate the last of my fizzing whizzbees.” 

Remus hummed in understanding. “An egregious crime, certainly.”

“Right? What would you have done if he’d eaten all your chocolate?”

“Nothing short of murder; he’d be out the dormitory window.”

“See, I knew you’d get it.” You replied with a smirk, though your eyes turned soft as you looked him over.

“Be nice to your brother.” He murmured quietly, earning a dramatic groan as you threw your head back in exasperation.

“I don’t have to be nice to him, he’s my brother.” 

“What would your mum say?” He asked as he leaned back in his chair and held his book against his lips to hide the smile on his face.

You groaned again and looked over at him nonplussed. “To be nice to my brother.” You offered back in monotone.

He lowered his book so you could see his beaming smile, causing you to launch forward in an attempt to swipe his book from him only for him to catch your wrist instead.

“How did you even know it was me? I thought I had the impression down pat.” You murmured quietly, face now inches from his.

“You certainly look like Junior.” Remus conceded as he gave you a once over. “But he would have never let that comment about his mum fly.”

You let out a bark of laughter that Remus knew to be only yours. “That’s true, I suppose. I’ll do better next time.”

Remus gave you a shake of his head in faux admonishment as he leaned closer to you. “I’ll always recognise my sweet girl.” He murmured, massaging the inside of your wrist that he was holding captive with his thumb. “I’d recognise you by smell alone.” 

Your gaze turned hungry as your eyes flit down to his lips and then back up again. 

But Remus pulled away before you could connect your lips to his.

“Do not kiss me as Barty Crouch Junior.” He deadpanned, causing you to let out raucous laughter that got you more than a few shush’s from surrounding tables before he watched you melt back into yourself.

Remus loved your mischief, but this was by far his favourite version of you.

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic june 20 - response - 2623 words - nsfw content!

about love against all odds feat. injury related prematurely retired football player james that settled and raised a son and international football star regulus

for regulus pencil mustache truther @veryinnovative, my football (players) loving wife @rottin6 and my number 1 enabler @itmeanssungod

James is kneeling behind Harry on a picnic blanket with Lily when their last guests arrive. “There they are!” Sirius’ voice carries easily over the meadow and just as expected a few seconds later there’s a big, black scrub of a panting dog in front of them, curious to see what Harry and James are up to, which is flying a kite. 

“Oh my God– Hi!” Lily says, getting up. Which is a bit enthusiastic for the fact that they’ve seen Sirius and Remus only last weekend and should have been James’ first clue. Though, admittedly, he was a bit busy angling the kite and also angling Harry’s face away from Padfoot’s butt to avoid suffocation.

“Moony couldn’t make it today unfortunately,” Sirius says, closer now, “but I’ve brought substitution.”

James isn’t proud of the way his entire upper body whips around, Harry included, who lets out a small yelp at the sudden motion. “Sorry, mate. Sorry. I’m—”

Lily is already there to take over, nudging James to get up who’s working very hard on closing his jaw and not staring like an idiot.

Because standing there besides his brother is Regulus. Hands shoved into the pockets of his slacks, paired with a simple back t-shirt and green Adidas trainers. He does not look like he belongs onto a colourful picnic blanket in a park in London yet there he is.

He’s sporting a pencil stach now. Regulus had been convinced Sirius had already used up all the genetic material for pronounced body hair on the first way around, leaving behind very little for his younger brother. James, being on the hairier side as well, used to tease him about it endlessly back when they were in school. But it seemed to develop now in his late twenties. James has only seen it on the TV in a few matches and on one or two instagram posts but the real deal is even worse. Regulus looks criminally hot with it. The whole picture of lithe muscle, strong quads and stronger calves, curly hair, the occasional tattoo. He’s every young heterosexual woman’s wet european football boyfriend dream and James’ gut is swooping.

“Reg.”

“Hi, James,” Regulus responds, much more articulated, sporting a hint of a smirk. 

Oh, he— “Bastard,” James mutters, low enough so Harry behind him won’t hear and then he’s grinning and yanking Regulus into a firm hug.

They all have a late lunch together at a nearby restaurant and Regulus is patiently letting Harry talk his ears off about Ninjago and preschool and Ron and Moine. Lily is taking him over the weekend and James bids his goodbye with a loud smooch to his son’s cheek. 

And just as James is about to invent a crazy, elaborate story about how he has something back at his house he’d meant to show Regulus for ages without making it interesting enough for Sirius to tag along, this one simply taps two fingers against his eyebrow in a mock salute before making his way in the other direction, Padfoot trotting along dutifully. “Why do you think I hid him from you all Thursday? Have fun, kids!”

Regulus groans pathetically and turns to hide his face into James’ shoulder.

“I told you we can’t keep it a secret from him forever. He probably knew all along,” James chuckles and takes Regulus’ duffel, “C’mon, love.”

It starts in the elevator up, is a wonder they make it past the hallway and into the bedroom. It’s very much overdue and heated and desperate all the way through. 

James might or might not have pinned Regulus one too many times into the mattress and offhandedly commented something along the line’s of Regulus being his and cuffing him to the bed if he needs to. And it’d worked because Regulus had moaned so prettily, eyelids fluttering and hips bucking, cock twitching and all James could think about then was where’s the fucking lube.

Saying that, he doesn’t quite expect Regulus to bring it up after the fact.

James is absolutely blissed out, breathing only just levelling out as he traces the shape of Regulus’ kiss bitten lips.

“You know I can’t stay, Jamie.”

He shrugs easily, kneading Regulus’ muscled thigh where it’s slung over his hip, “We’ll come with you then.”

“To Portugal?” Regulus’ eyebrows rise as he props himself on his elbow, his tone flat. “And then to France in a couple of months when I switch clubs? I don’t think that’s such a good idea given Harry is five.”

“Au contraire—”

Regulus rolls his eyes and slaps him on the naked shoulder. “Moving every few years? And during the nationals not to mention,” he tucks an errant strand of hair back from James’ forehead, “Multiple continents, who knows which timezone. That’s no life for a child, James. And I haven’t even brought up Lily yet. She’s just as much part of his life as you are and it works out wonderfully for the time being with you two living so close. It’s what Harry deserves.”

And deep down James knows Regulus is right. And if he’s completely honest with himself, it isn’t the life he truly wants for himself either. That’s why he’s here and Regulus is out there. James knows it isn’t what’s best for Harry nor for himself and yet. And yet no matter how many times they have this conversation it seems endlessly irrelevant when Regulus is looking down at him this way. The shine of the sunset through the window is catching in his pillow mussed curls, in the dark lashes framing his blue silver eyes and rivalling the flush of his skin with its own red hue and James thinks Regulus looks like home. Like anything he could still want in life besides what precious he already has.

James heaves a heavy sigh and hungrily swerves his eyes over every single of Regulus’ features, committing them to memory. Because that’s all that’s gonna stay when Regulus inevitably leaves again. But that’s not what James wants to think about right now though.

“Regulus.”

“Yes?”

“Shut up,” James replies happily and pulls Regulus in by the back of his nape before his indignant expression can even fully form. Every single one of Regulus’ helpless sounds get swallowed eagerly and filed away for later. For a moment James is tempted to ask Regulus if he can get out his phone and record but he thinks better of it.

They have sex for hours. 

James sucks all coherency out of Regulus through his cock and then fucks him so stupid, legs spread and pushed into the mattress, spit pooling out of the corner of his mouth, tears wetting his cheeks, cum smearing across his stomach, that he gets him to promise to stay. It’s futile and just a heat of the moment thing but it drives James so wild he almost blacks out when he eventually spills deep inside of him. There’s black dots and stars dancing in his vision when he watches it leak back out of Regulus’ puffy hole and a strange sense of satisfaction and dread mixing in his belly. 

After a quick entangled and still very much nude power nap James arranges them a platter of fruit and crackers and cheeses. They shower and James changes the sheets only for Regulus to prop himself up on his side and watch intently as he edges James until he’s the one whining and crying. He’s using ridiculous amounts of lube, his hand is so warm and slick and squeezing just right and his thumb is swiping teasingly along the slit exactly how it makes James go insane and then he’s taking his hand away and James curses, already feeling another tear running down his cheek. His thighs are trembling, his knuckles turning white where he’s clinging to the headboard. Regulus is staring at him out of lidded, expectant eyes and James’ dick is aching and it’s all so sick and hot James has to bite his tongue hard not to tell Regulus he loves him right then and there. 

He’s shown mercy, at last. Regulus makes him cum down his throat and over his face, there’s milky white running down the side of Regulus nose and James pulls him in with shaky arms for a downright nasty kiss.

They sleep until 2pm the next day and have a lovely, slow day bickering in the grocery store isles, preparing dinner together and not at all watching the movie that’s on the TV while they make out and frot on the couch like teenagers. Like back when they were teenagers. 

Sunday morning Lily brings Harry before she’s heading out to brunch with her FLINTA boxing club and James’ heart riots in his chest when he watches how easily and adorably Regulus and Harry interact. 

They meet up with Sirius and then drive Regulus to the airport together.

Goodbye is a bumpy thing. Harry is pure popcorn caramel sweetness between Regulus’ knees when he crouches down to hug him and James’ embrace, he knows, is much longer than socially acceptable. He vaguely notices Sirius distracting Harry, babbling to him about the stuffed toy assortment from a nearby shop as Regulus and James hold onto each other like they’re in a long distance relationship and not…well, whatever it is they can afford to be with Regulus visiting the country about three to five times a year.

There’s a fist clenched in the soft material of his t-shirt and James buries his nose in the curls of Regulus’ temple and inhales deeply. A spot he’s going to see sweat soaked on a flat screen and not getting to smell or touch or kiss for the unforeseeable future. At least that’s what he thinks for now.

Eventually they part and after a strong, swaying hug from Sirius and a few words about making him proud out on the field and seeing that physiotherapist about his shoulder and a safe flight Regulus is gradually disappearing into the distance with the grating velocity of your standard airport escalator. James doesn’t know who thought it was a good idea to be able to watch a loved one slip through your fingers at this agonising tempo but he’d like to have a word with them. His heart clenches in his chest, his lip already feels raw from worrying it with his teeth and James thinks, the warm weight of his son pressed to his chest, that, even though it might not seem that way, Harry is probably more holding him right now than the other way around.

And life’s a funny thing sometimes. 

Because, like every time when Regulus bids his goodbye, leaving behind not exactly shards but rather yet another pin in James’ heart, wrapped around by a red string Regulus indisputably, invariably takes along across the ocean every time, it bleeds and burns and burns so badly that they get ice cream. Sirius slaps him between the shoulder blades, pays for his chocolate mint and hazelnut, tells him he’s such a dad for his choice and, together with Harry, tries distracting him as best as he can manage. 

And so begins a week of moping and then one and a half of delusion and overcompensation, full of fun trips and adventures, and then another few of avoidance, full of social media free zones and grinding through work and scheduling all kinds of appointments to fill their freetime until—

Until one day he can’t avoid it anymore.

A bright, blinking LED sign in the form of an incoming call on his phone screen that’s making James’ heart stutter in his chest. He’s just sat back down in front of his computer in his home study after lunch break and started wiggling an USB stick into a port when the vibrations had made his head shoot up.

It’s just the three letters of Reg and a silly photo of when he was seventeen, pulling a face at James taking a picture of him on his digital camera.

Regulus never calls.

James isn’t sure he’s breathing.

It’s barely been about two months, not close to visiting time again, and Regulus usually never calls so James sits there absolutely dumbstruck and convinced the universe is pulling a sick joke on him.

The call ends abruptly and James blinks harshly. He fumbles for his phone and clicks into his call history. Incoming call from Reg in red font, signalising it’s been missed, followed by the exact time of the day it is at the moment. 

James presses on the little phone icon.

It only rings once before there’s a voice on the other side of the line.

“James?” Regulus sounds slightly breathless. James hasn’t heard his voice over the line in about seven years.

“Yeah?” James says back. His heart is pounding in his chest, his blood rushing in his ears. Then James realises he should probably say something more. “Err, Hi. I’m—” he sighs, clicks his tongue, clears his throat, tries again. “Did you just call me?” “Hi,” Regulus says back, still breathless and it sort of sounds like he’s smiling. James blinks again. “Yeah, yeah. I did call.”

“Oh,” James makes. His heart does a little spin in his chest. “Uh, what’s up?”

“I’m coming to England,” Regulus declares, giggling. James’ heart tries to leap out of his chest at the sound.

“Cool, cool. You got another away game?” He winces, closes his eyes, “Sorry, I haven’t been keeping up with your matches lately.”

“No, James, I’m– wait. Okay, rude, first of all—”

James snorts and rolls his eyes, now grinning against the phone as well. “Sue a guy for being heartbroken.”

“Yeah, I just might,” Regulus quips. “But…what I was initially going to say is, No, James, I’m not having an away game in England.”

“No?” James asks, confused. Nationals are still a while away so that can’t be it.

“No. I’m having a home game in England,” and James wonders how something so soft spoken can pack such an ear-ringing gutpunch.

“I’m— Regulus, what,” James stands up, his chair loudly scraping against the hardwood floor. “Are you saying…”

A single chuckle works its way out of Regulus and over the line to James, “Yeah, that’s what I’m saying.”

James’ heart is sprinting away from him. He’s sweating. His breath is coming faster and he feels like he should run a lap around the property. Or six. “Regs, love, please spell it out for me because I’m not entirely sure I just hallucinated what you—”

“Arsenal made me an offer,” Regulus says and James hears angels singing in the background, “A better one.”

“Oh, fucking Christ,” James pinches the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses up onto his forehead, “Reg, I swear to God if you’re joking right now I’m personally flying over and—”

An exasperated noise, grin evident in his voice nonetheless, “I’m being honest, James, God’s sake. You can fucking look it up online, they probably already posted about it.”

A breath punches out of James, he sinks back down into his desk chair. There’s a polaroid of him and Regulus from Halloween a few years back, alien and a scientist. It was a fucking mess scrubbing all that green paint off again and it didn’t help that Regulus abandoned his sponge in favor of grabbing at James’ hardness through his briefs. It had been the first night they kissed since they were teenagers. 

With a sudden clarity, all the tension floods out of James’ body with a slightly delirious laugh and he leans his cheek into the warmed glass of his phone screen, “You’re coming home.”

Regulus sounds equally giddy, equally drunk on love and fate. “Yeah, Jamie, I’m coming home.”

[artemisia-black]

I think there’s a valid argument in interpreting, Sirius’s comment about his parents thinking Regulus was a ‘hero’ for joining the death eaters, through the lens of his abandonment wound.

When denying that they are Deatheaters he definitively says ‘no’ twice.

When speculating about their reaction to Regulus, he says, "I bet," which indicates it's just conjecture. Then he refers to Regulus as a "right little hero," and as a Brit, there's no way that can be said without a tone of deep sarcasm. This bitter, sarcastic tone suggests that his words are fueled by hurt—hurt stemming from the feeling that his parents rejected him but saw Regulus as the perfect, "much better son." Because of this, his comment shouldn’t be taken as gospel truth, as it's coming from a place of emotional pain rather than objective truth.

As I said on a previous post, Walburga and Orion Black not being DEs does not whitewash them but makes them a huge part of the system that enabled Voldy’s rise. And I think they weren’t happy that Regulus joined up or at least not as enthusiastic as Sirius speculated them to be.

“No, no, but believe me, they thought Voldemort had the right idea, they were all for the purification of the Wizarding race, getting rid of Muggle-borns and having purebloods in charge. They weren’t alone either, there were quite a few people, before Voldemort showed his true colors, who thought he had the right idea about things... They got cold feet when they saw what he was prepared to do to get power, though. But I bet my parents thought Regulus was a right little hero for joining up at first.”

[veritas-scribblings]

puddle - @jegulus-microfic - words: 519

James gets the baby wet (He’s not a gremlin, Sirius says, rolling his eyes, though Regulus doesn’t understand the reference and therefore doesn’t appreciate Sirius’s wit) and Regulus is irate, because he doesn’t want to have to bathe the baby for the second time that day.

It’s raining outside and they’re leaping through leaf piles, splashing in puddles and making a veritable mess of themselves because James is an idiot like that. James’s second wind of childhood, Sirius calls it, it’s your fault you’ve always been a nerd who’s afraid of the outdoors.

If we were meant to be outdoors, Regulus says, they wouldn’t have invented indoors.

Regulus tugs his gloves and beanie and scarf on, wraps his coat tightly around himself and braces against the wind. It’s an absolutely miserable day. Grey skies. Harsh wind. Thunder clouds looming. He’s sure he’s going to catch a cold, and he’s going be a terrible grump because he loathes being sick and James will take the full brunt of it because of course it will be James’s fault.

James, however, burns so hot that any germ, virus or bacteria simply seems to evaporate upon contact with him. At least the baby inherited his immunity to literally all and any kind of illness in existence. They were lucky like that.

Regulus scoops the baby up and examines him closely. Elio is three now, an absolute menace who hasn’t stopped moving since he learnt to crawl. A trait, Regulus thinks, that he also inherited from James and one that’s forever being enabled by Barty, who thinks a little menace is exactly what Regulus needs.

Sirius had been furious at James for months when he had learnt that Regulus had accidentally fallen pregnant (the potions were meant to have safeguarded and protected against that). Getting Sirius Black’s little brother pregnant had triggered the first and only true fight they’d ever really had, and one that James had thought their friendship might not actually survive. Of course, James hadn’t at all helped the situation when he’d joked to Sirius about his ‘super sperm’. Capable of surviving hostile attacks by potions, capable of surviving anything, he had said.

Because James Potter always has bad timing.

‘Fucking stop it, you arsehole!’ Regulus cries out when James throws an armful of wet leaves in his face. In his arms, Elio cackles and claps in delight. Because he’s a little menace who enjoys watching Regulus being tortured.

‘Watch your language.’ James reaches out to cover Elio’s ears (which are already covered with fluffy ear muffs). ‘He hears enough of that from Barty.’ He takes Elio from Regulus and kisses his forehead, and then leans over to kiss Regulus.

The wind and the rain are cold, but James is warm. So warm he burns hot. There’s a bell on the baby’s beanie that tinkles when he shakes his head, a little bit squished between them. He reaches up a hand to pat James on the face, pushing James away. 

‘Hot chocolate! I want hot chocolate! Marshmallows! Now!’ he demands loudly, because of course he does. He’s Regulus Black’s son. 

[saintsenara]

Thoughts on Sirius/Harry and Regulus/Harry?

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

sirius black/harry potter

i've never really vibed with sirry. this is not, i think, because of the aspects of it which are transgressive and/or taboo [i think these can be interesting for authors to explore and, even if i didn't, i am neither a cop nor a priest], but because it often seems to focus on things which aren't what i'd consider interesting to examine within the premise.

i never like the idea - influenced by the films - that sirius struggles with separating harry from james, and that any relationship between them would feature sirius acting out his unrequited love for his best friend, repressing his grief by thinking of james as still living, or trying to relive his youthful relationship with james through harry.

i do think sirius would be uncomplicatedly horrified to find himself attracted to harry - whether or not that attraction was reciprocated, and for him to regard it as a major betrayal of the paternal relationship james wanted them to have when he made sirius his son's godfather.

but does this mean he'd never give into temptation? no.

but i think that one aspect of sirius and harry's canon relationship which would really come into play - but which is often overlooked even when writing them platonically - is that there is a reversal of this parent-child dynamic in order of the phoenix, as sirius finds himself lacking the emotional capacity to look after harry because he's trapped and depressed and regressing while stuck in his childhood home and harry takes on the adult role in their dynamic, going out of his way to protect sirius, not wanting to burden him with his problems, and not expecting him to offer him the emotional guidance a child should expect from a parent.

this would enable - in a sexual and/or romantic relationship between them - a really quite interesting power balance, in which sirius would have the power inherent in him being the older of the two [although, obviously he doesn't actually have much more life experience than harry] and the person who is most obviously transgressing the boundaries which are supposed to exist between them [because he's harry's legal guardian and because, as the adult, he's supposed to reiterate that boundary if harry attempt to cross it], but harry would feel a responsibility for sirius' welfare which made those boundaries feel less tangible to him.

i think you can do some really thorny stuff with that.

regulus black/harry potter

harry canonically suggests he thinks regulus is mid - and nobody wants to date a man who's constantly thinking about how they're less attractive that their own brother.

[risetherivermoon]

random marauders asks: do you have any Evan Rosier headcanons?

🤭 oh yes yes yes

i believe that Evan was on the quidditch team but not Barty, and that he played as a beater

i think Evan wears a lot of jewelry that he steals from his family,

Evan's patronus is a fox

Evan was petty, like he did a lot of things just out of spite. The type of person to jump off a cliff because someone told him he wouldn't do it, and Barty is such an enabler

Evan's hands and arms are constantly covered in little drawing's because both Barty and Pandora like to doodle,

Evan and Reg were childhood friends,

Remus and Evan were actually pretty good friends,

Evan isn't much of a reader but he will read anything if Barty suggests it to him, because he absolutely loves seeing him ramble

he absolutely loves coffee, but hates tea with a burning passion

he has hypersomnia, and will sleep anywhere and everywhere

Evan loves makeup, but he hates doing his own, he will only do Dorcas' and Pandora's, and occasionally Barty's, but he hates the sensory of having it on his own face

Evan's favorite flowers are marigolds,

Evan's favorite class is DADA, and he is insanely good at it, but don't think he won't pretend to be stumped to ask Barty for help,

Evan and James had beef for like, a while. Even Barty and James became friend's before them, and whenever people ask Evan why, he says "I don't like men with glasses." (it's because he likes messing with Regulus)

Evan is the only person other than Pandora that Regulus will say out loud that he enjoys being around (maybe it's a Rosier thing)

Dorcas has designed most of Evan's tattoos

Evan was a prefect and the head boy for his year

Pandora and Evan can just look at eachother to know what the other is thinking, and Pandora is usually the one to help Evan when he's upset

Evan is insanely good at dueling, but he's very nonchalant about it

Evan once got his wand disarmed in a duel with one of the other hogwarts students, and he then proceeded to shout "muggle way!" and punch them in the face,

he has gotten into detention for sleeping in class, and then just slept in detention,

he is actually the most clumsiest uncoordinated guy ever, and he has scratches and bandaids all over him 24-7 (and the bandaids are always colored and themed)

he is possessive as fuck, he will actually glare anyone down that even looks in Barty's direction and will proceed to plan a murder,

Evan likes putting little braids in people's hair all the time, and which is the reason why both Reg and Barty have them all over their hair,

Evan figures out Dorcas likes Marlene before Dorcas herself figures it out,

Evan goes nonverbal when stressed, and he paces a ton,

Evan is so used to Barty's clinginess that when someone hugs him from behind he just knows its him,

Barty and Evan share beds a ton, and the first time it happened was because Barty was having a hard day and Evan snuck in and held him through the night,

Evan cries when he's mad,

He has a marble collection, because Mcgonagall has a jar of them in her classroom that he has been slowly stealing from since first year

Evan is completely and totally scared of all bugs ever, and he has to get reg or barty to kill them when they get into the dorm,

Evan cannot run at all, he is on the quidditch team but he has no strength in his legs whatsoever,

Evan was insanely good at muggle cooking, and he always wanted to be chef , have a restaurant and live in a muggle city,

well thats all i can think or rn, but absolutely adore my boy, so here you are 🤭🫶

thank u sm for the ask!!

[starlittragedies]

some people feel sorry for regulus as he is roommates with barty and evan (the two most batshit crazy people in their year, if not the whole school) but what they don’t know is that regulus is their enabler and the one who started it all.

evan starting to have a small interest with biology? regulus nicks a book all about biology (more specifically dissection) from his family’s library and gives it to evan. not to mention that it was him who got the boy his first dissecting tool set.

barty has always been a violent child, that’s just how he acts out, but when his father gets a letter from the school about barty’s behavior he sends a letter back to his son, leaving him in tears. regulus likes barty, enough to tolerate him and call him his acquaintance (he really means besties for life) so in order to help barty he teaches him other ways of torturing people which is through psychological torture.

regulus enjoys the chaos (that he caused). he even helps them in the dorms. he compliments and helps evan improve his cuts (so that they’re mor precise and he can identify more parts) and gives barty suggestions on how to fuck with whoever victim his friend had in mind.

regulus is just as much, if not more, batshit crazy as his two roommates.

[whatisame]

bartylus headcanons if u got any to spare....[shaking my mug]

Oh my god I love this question!! 😍 Anything for you my friend

They became friends on accident. Barty was a kool aid kid (yk the ones with a red ring around their mouth that are always on a sugar high) who was always kicked out of class to run laps around the yard while Reg scoffed Walburga-style at him. The teacher probably paired them up as one does with the best behaved kid and the class demon, hoping some sense will rub into the latter.

I think they would make the best team. With Regulus' penchant for accounting for even the smallest variable and Barty's ability to amplify anything's extra-ness tenfold they would have BANGER science projects and, later in life, they'd just be two highly competent dudes without a proper moral compass to hold them back.

They are a little bit TOO mean. It is not a front they put up, they genuinly think most people are stupid (reg) and boring (barty) and they treat them as such. They aren't cruel for the sake of being cruel but they don't really care/don't realize they're wrong.

Each other's #1 enablers. There's very little they will be critical of the other for.

Regulus calls Barty at the worst imaginable times and Barty always picks up.

Reg's also the only one Barty wouldn't curse out for calling at 6 am on a post-bender-Saturday only to debate whether he should just give in and eat Sirius' half rotten vegetables on the fridge or leave them so his brother can finally learn his lesson.

Regulus will say the most offhanded comment like, "I've always wanted to try this," or "My back's aching,," and the next time he sees Barty there will be takeout carelessly shoved into his chest as a greeting or a bottle of pomade will suddenly appear inside his bathroom cabinet.

Regulus simps just as hard. After asking Barty a hundred times over whether he was sure he wansn't hungry, Barty will claim he is craving Thai food after all just as they're pulling into the driveway. Regulus will groan hard but turn the car around nonetheless.

Reg will be cooking and have the living shit scared out of him by a voice coming from behind him saying: "Will it be enough for the both of us?" and Regulus almost drops the pot because Barty lets himself into his house with absolutely no warning whatsoever (he never gave him a key). "How?!!" and "Wouldn't you like to know? ;)" are a daily occurrence.

On the rare ocassion that Reg goes to a family event he always brings Barty who raids the kitchen, makes politicians uncomfortable with highly intrusive questions and announces loudly to the whole room when he needs to go take a leak.

Quickfire hcs:

Each other's firsts-everything!!

Wouldn't know how to read a room if their lives depended on it.

Laugh at at the least appropriate moments (yes, im thinking funerals but also someone proposing with a flashmob and getting rejected).

Banter is on a whole other level.

More than friends, not quite lovers yada yada ... <3

[thebibutterflyao3]

Day 20 - Prompt: Table @jegulus-microfic

December Daily Series - 500 words

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As the evening wore on, Regulus grew annoyed with Sirius’s impatient twitching. His brother’s leg was on a near constant bounce under the table and he was glancing around as though he was waiting for someone. Sirius was already bored with his company, which did nothing to improve his mood.

“What?” he said, snapping his fingers at Sirius. “What’s with the bouncing and the face?”

“Hmm? Oh, nothing. Just thinking about the ice rink. Mind if we go back?”

“Right now?”

Sirius smirked, then shook his head. “Not when you’re bladdered. Tomorrow?”

“Alright, I wouldn’t mind another go at my routine.”

“I can’t promise James will leave you to it, if he comes along. He’s persistent and he clearly wants you to like him.”

Regulus considered his brother’s words carefully. It still seemed out of character for Sirius to act so nonchalant about this. He’d openly dragged Barty when they were together and actively disliked his one and only boyfriend in secondary. Not to mention, Sirius fully panicked when he saw Regulus with James earlier.

“What are you playing at?” he demanded.

Sirius shrugged and casually reached for his martini. After a few sips, he said, “No game to play. James is a good person. As I said before, I trust him and I know he wouldn’t hurt you.”

“Then what was the tantrum in our room about?”

“Reggie,” Sirius sighed heavily. “I was surprised by it, alright? James doesn’t usually go for the ‘menace to society’ types. He tends to chase passionate intellectuals, not moody gits. I mean that affectionately, of course.”

He blinked rapidly, then looked around his side of the booth for this supposed “menace to society” character his brother was seeing. “Pardon? Between you and I, you think that I am the ‘menace to society?’ Sirius, you’re wearing a dog collar and are covered in tattoos while sipping a drink that looks like candy floss.”

“It’s good though!”

“Not the point,” Regulus groused. “If Potter prefers ‘passionate intellectuals,' then why not you?”

Sirius pursed his lips in thought, then took another sip of his absurdly bright pink drink. “Dunno. Never really thought about it. We’re too alike, probably.”

“You never thought about it. Really?”

“Not that I remember. James has always been my best friend first, and a fit bloke second. Does that make sense?”

Regulus aimed an unimpressed look at his brother. “No, it doesn’t. There’s no way that you didn’t notice how fuckable he is.”

“I’m not sure why you’re trying to talk me into it, but-”

“Oh piss off! That was not my point.”

Sirius smirked as he lowered his lips to his drink and sipped noisily from the top rather than the glass. “Fine, I’ll say it. James is too nice. He is not what I want from a partner.”

“Meaning?” Regulus prompted.

“Meaning…the Potters are wonderful, but they’re enablers too. I want someone who loves who I am, but calls me out when I’m being an arsehole. That is not James.”

Next Part>>>

[twilightstarr-zinnia]

Regulus and X are the most annoying autistic couple. Regulus makes everyone listen to the mixtape she made for him. X makes a loud rube Goldberg machine remix of one of her favorite songs. They are constantly enabling each other's eccentricities and shenanigans. Their joy is everyone else's headache.

[acewitch-writes]

My last snippet stirred up some interest, so here's another piece of that same story! This snippet is the prologue. Once I have more written, I intend to post it to AO3.

...

“Are you sure you want to go in there alone?”

“He won't talk if anyone comes with me,” Remus responds, ducking away from his father's smothering hands clamped to his shoulders. “I'll be fine. Just trust me.”

Lyall sends an uneasy glance to his wife, Hope, and she nods. “Let him go, Ly. The boy couldn't hurt him even if he wanted to.”

Lyall hesitates a moment longer, chewing on his lip, before exhaling in defeat and standing back. “Alright. Alright. Just… just make sure Protego is enabled. Full coverage, nothing less. Stay back at least two feet from the bars. And shout if something goes wrong. Understood?”

“Yes, dad,” Remus mumbles.

“We'll be right here on the other side of the door.”

“I know.”

“Be careful.”

There's no need, Remus isn't in any real danger here, but he nods anyway. “Of course, dad. Always.”

The Sentinel at the door, clad in the trademarked black robes fitted with leather braces, winding belts, armored chestplate, and sturdy knee-length boots, waves his wand when Remus steps forward, unlatching the magical locks. The door creaks open on metal hinges.

Remus walks inside, trying to keep his head inclined in a show of bravery. But when it clanks shut behind him, he can't help jumping slightly. 

A voice chuckles from the shadows. “You're like a cat.”

In spite of everything, Remus feels his heart perk up. “Symptom of a bubble-wrapped childhood,” he responds to the shadows, eyes scanning the room before him. There is a metal holding cell taking up just over half of the room, bars humming softly with anti-magic enchantments. Huddled on the floor in the corner of the cell, Remus finally spots him.

Sirius. He's dressed in traditional black wizard's robes that must have belonged to his father because they appear to be a size too large. His long black hair is loose and disheveled, dull strands framing his tired, beautiful face. He regards Remus with wary silver eyes from his seat on the stone floors.

“They let you come in alone?”

“Not without a massive fight,” Remus admits. “My dad didn't want to let me.”

“I'm sure he didn't.”

“He thinks you're too dangerous.” Remus says this with a hint of accusation.

“Maybe I am,” Sirius says flatly. He looks down at his hands, secured tightly with silver manacles. “How long has it been?”

“Three months.”

Sirius nods distantly.  “My parents?”

Remus frowns. “Already sent away for reconditioning.”

Sirius’ expression darkens. “Regulus?”

Remus’ heart suddenly starts racing. “Him, too,” he lies. “They'll be assigned jobs soon.”

“Jobs,” Sirius scoffs without emotion. “Call it what it is, Remus. Your mum can't hear you on this side of the door.”

“It's better than death,” Remus points out.

“No, it's not. I'd rather be dead than sent to one of those horrible labor camps,” Sirius snaps. “And if you had any magic of your own, you'd agree.”

“You know that I agree,” Remus retorts. “But you went rogue. I don't know if I can get you out of this.”

Sirius pulls himself to his feet and limps over to the cell door. “Then break me out.”

“I can't.”

“All I need is a Spellcom,” Sirius insists, leaning against the bars imploringly. “Give me yours and tell them I nicked it.”

Remus takes a step back. “Sirius, I really can't.”

“Yes, you can. Just give me the damn Spellcom.”

“You murdered 12 people,” Remus bursts out, unable to contain it any longer. “Their families are outside right now calling for your head! One of the victims was a ten year old girl, Sirius. She was at the zoo with her granny, and now they're both dead because of you!”

Sirius’ expression turns to stone, hands slowly lowering from the bars. “That wasn't my fault,” he mutters coldly. “Dragons are meant to be dangerous and wild and free, not locked up in an enclosure to be gawked at by crowds of muggles. Their own disrespect for the beasts is what got them killed.”

“You let them out! As far as the law is concerned, their blood is on your hands.”

Sirius laughs with harsh contempt. “Godric, listen to you. Always the coward. I knew you were too soft to do what needed to be done.” He returns to his shadowy corner and eases himself back to the floor with a grimace. “Just go. You're worthless to me here.”

This stings. Remus swallows it back, resolve crumbling. “I wanted to help,” he whispers. “I thought we were going to do this together.”

“You would have just held me back,” Sirius says heartlessly. “You're too weak and spoiled. You wouldn't know courage if it slapped you across the face.”

“That's why you left me in the dark?” Remus guesses, heart splintering. “You didn't think I could handle it?”

“If you could, you'd hand over your Spellcom right now,” Sirius responds challengingly. He holds Remus’ gaze for a long moment, waiting, before snorting derisively. “See? You'll watch them ship me away before you ever grow some semblance of a fucking spine.”

Remus feels helpless. He wants to do it. He wants to reach into his pocket to hand over his Spellcom like Sirius is demanding. But there are so many Sentinels outside, he would never make it. And when he finds out that Regulus didn't survive, he'll get himself killed before ever letting them bring him back here alive.

Sirius is a ticking bomb, prepared to blow himself to bits if it means he'll at least get to die as a free man. Remus can't let it happen. He can't live in a world that doesn't include Sirius. Why couldn't Sirius have realized that before he did this stupid thing without him? 

Remus can't think of any other way out of this now. Sirius dug his grave too deep this time. Even with all the power and influence of the Lupin family at their disposal, they can't make this stain vanish. 

There's no other solution. Remus can't let Sirius live out the rest of his days in a labor camp, and he can't let him get himself killed in a violent escape attempt. Which leaves him with only one option.

Remus turns to leave without another word. He knocks on the door, and the Sentinel posted outside opens it at once. As he steps through the threshold, Sirius jeers one final insult at his retreating back. “Pathetic.”

The door slams shut. Remus feels the word curling around his chest, settling there along with all the vitriol and contempt with which it was uttered. Searing him from the inside.

“Are you okay?” his father frets straight away, eyes darting all over his son's body for any sign of damage.

Remus waves him away and lifts his head to face his mother with grave determination. “I would like to have Sirius Black reconditioned into my own personal Sentinel.”

[elysianymph]

🔥

i’ll always support ppl being haters xx

thank you fae for enabling me to hate <333

companion post to my sirius one bc i can't stand new remus either. sorry but remus isn't a cool, effortlessly smart, basketball player casanova fuckboy who beats people up and sells drugs in the hogwarts bathrooms and is friends with REGULUS BLACK, EVAN ROSIER AND BARTY CROUCH??? if you actually think he is... well i can tell you've got bigger issues to deal with, get well soon 🫶🏻 delusions are tough

remus is a loser. no other way about it. people only knew of him bc of the marauders. no one paid him much attention outside of his core friends bc he was a nobody. he was literally trying to get by hogwarts without being noticed bc HE WASN'T EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE THERE!! what part of "dumbledore felt bad so he let him attend hogwarts anyway" makes you think remus would have the guts to go around selling drugs and weed in his school??? or getting into fights??? fucking in bathrooms with random people??? i mean yeah pulling pranks with his friends was a nuisance too but as far as he (and peter) go harmless pranks was all it was. sirius and james (the entitled assholes) were the ones hexing students left and right for no reason other than "they annoyed me".

remus spent most of his days studying in hopes to catch up to his friends who somehow still got better grades without even trying. he became a prefect but despite that he couldn't hold his friends back from playing pranks and joined them instead (he could've just told mcgonagall bc at that point it was his literal duty to keep them out of trouble but he didn't. why? bc he's a people pleaser and deathly afraid of his friends leaving him behind if he goes against them one too many times). he helped the first years around the castle and made sure they didn't get lost. he had an embarrassing crush on sirius and blushed every time sirius did so much as put a hand around his shoulder. poor peter had to listen to him complaining about his big grey eyes and pretty hair and soft skin and kissable lips ("moony, one more word about sirius and i'm gonna throw you off the astronomy tower"). he cried over the smallest inconvenience and kept stuffed animals on his bed (made by his mum). he spilled ink on himself when he did his homework and by the time he was done with it he had ink marks all over his face from rubbing at his eyes with stained fingers. he couldn't wink (sirius tried to teach him but he kept blinking and sirius laughed at him and it was too embarrassing he refused to do it ever again). he was always pouting :((

also i'm tired of the lupins being bad parents!! lyall and hope struggled with a lot but they were amazing parents and they loved their boy more than anything. hope was remus' best friend before hogwarts and lyall was deathly protective over him. he received at least two letters a week from them always asking about how he was doing in school, how he was feeling. hope would usually send one of his favorite homemade treats along with the letter too

[marauderswhore4]

Yule Ball

- Jegulus

-Warnings: None, just James and Reg being sickeningly cute

James had just about given up: Lily probably wasn't going to come. Not an hour and a half late. With an aching heart, he began to climb the twisting staircase to his dormroom. They'd been right, of course, Lily wouldn't ever go out with him. He'd been naive to still believe she would.

There was a loud bang. And another. And another. "James?" A yell. He knew that voice. James would always know that voice. It was the one that soothed him when he cried, it was the one that made his name sound like poetry, it was the one that made his heart leap just a little, even though he knew it shouldn't. "James, I don't know if you can hear me, but it's Regulus. Please let me in." There was a worried lilt to his voice, some kind of desperacy that James couldn't understand. Why was Regulus here? Didn't he have a date to the ball?

It took another knock to snap James out of his shock and enable him to hurry to the painting - which of course Regulus couldn't get past, because he didn't know the password. It swung open to reveal a very pretty Regulus Black. If his heart had been leaping before, now James's heart was somersaulting up and down his throat, conveniently blocking his airways.

Regulus was dressed in a perfectly fitting, black velvet tux and had his hair styled in a way which left a few strands grazing his face and the rest combed back. His lips were an alluring cherry pink and - was he wearing eyeliner? James thought he might faint on the spot.

"What are you doing here?" James swallowed hard, feeling his cheeks go red. Here he was, wearing his best suit with a tear-streaked face, when he should've been dancing with Lily Evans in the Great Hall. However, Regulus didn't seem to be judging. In fact, he seemed glad to see James. And James was not-so-secretly glad to see him too.

"Remus told me to come, so I did." Regulus replied with a shrug. "I figured you got stood up?" He stated, but it sounded more like a question, his voice a bit softer than before. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly, like he was scrutinising James.

"Yeah, I suppose. So, I guess, why did you come?" James was quick to move on from being stood up by Lily god damn Evans. He should've known.

"It's you." Regulus replied so quickly that he himself seemed to be surprised by the honesty of his answer. His cheeks were tinted the slightest pink, but he didn't seem to regret what he'd said.

"Oh." Was all James could say. "Give me a minute." He added, rushing to the bathroom to press a cold flannel to his very hot face. It was a pity he'd cried, really, he'd looked really good before and now it looked, well, it looked like he'd been crying his eyes out.

Breathe, James, breathe. It's just Regulus. Regulus Black, the cold-blooded Slytherin who put his night on hold to see him. The evil Black brother who had physically relaxed upon seeing him. The boy who had kissed him in the Astronomy Tower.

And now he was stood outside, waiting for him, because he cared. It made James want to cry even more. He sighed before heading back to the doorway where Regulus still stood. His eyes lit up when he saw James reappear, in a manner that made James's heart soar. You couldn't fake that kind of thing. He smiled awkwardly.

"So what's the plan?" He asked, willing his easy, charming grin to return. Not that Regulus had ever been fooled by that. No, Regulus knew him better than that. Regulus knew him better than he knew himself.

"Follow me." The younger boy held out a hand, which James was more than happy to take. He pretended not to notice how his whole body jolted as their hands touched. Or how Regulus squeezed his hand ever so gently. Or the blush that coated Regulus's cheeks as he interlocked their fingers.

He let the boy lead him through corridors, finally stopping in an empty classroom not far from the hall. The music was so loud that it seemed to fill the room, like the band was playing right by the professor's desk.

"Would you care to dance?" This time, Regulus was the one with the charming grin. It was futile to even try to resist. James nodded more enthusiastically than he cared to admit. Regulus smiled wider as he pulled James closer. They were so close that James could hear Regulus's slightly erratic breathing. So close. So very close.

Regulus let his arms wrap loosely around James's waist, whilst James's hands rested on Regulus's shoulders. They were slow dancing, swaying at a pace that definitely wasn't in beat with the music, but that didn't matter to them.

What did matter, however, was the way Regulus let his head rest against James's chest, somehow pulling their bodies even closer together. He could probably hear James's wild heartbeat, but somehow James didn't mind. It was Regulus.

Author's Notes:

- Requests are open! Check my pinned post for rules <3

-Any feedback is greatly appreciated!

- I'm sorry I fell off the face of the earth, I had a slump and it's currently a high pressure exam year for me so I won't be the most active. Please accept this peace offering Jegulus drabble because they are my comfort ship.

[saintsenara]

Hi, for the choose violence ask game 🔥🔥🔥, I'd like to hear your opinions on 10, 13, 16 and 22 (if some don't inspire you, you can skip them ^^)

Btw, I discovered your blog around a week ago and let me tell you, I think I binged all of your one-shots and commented on practically all of them, + I passed way too much time on your Tumblr blog/AO3 account, something I didn't do in YEARS, so thx for making me go back to my fanfiction obsessed phase xD

thank you very much, anon - this is absolutely lovely!

[choose violence ask game here]

10. what is the worst part of fanon?

‘the class system is good, actually.’

as someone who is also annoying, vaguely sinister, and spends a remarkable amount of time with the dead (because i’m a doctor, rather than a serial killer, i promise), i am one of lord voldemort’s ride-or-die girlies. what i am not a ride-or-die girly for is the tiresome pro-aristocracy fanon which infects so many death-eater-centric fics.

the sacred twenty eight is not real (it’s a pisstake of things like debrett’s), lucius malfoy doesn’t have a seat on the wizengamot, when sirius says his parents thought being a black made them ‘practically royal’ it is with utter disdain and not a statement of fact, aristocrats are not better or more special than people who are not aristocrats, just as purebloods are not better or more special than people who are half-blood or muggleborn.

class is the central theme of the harry potter series, absolutely - just as it is the central theme of pretty much everything in britain - but that doesn’t mean that glorifying it is good or enjoyable or a way of sticking it to jkr. if you meet real-life aristocrats, they’re almost exclusively all cringe. don’t give them a veneer of being sexy and fun that they don’t deserve.

13. who gets the worst blorbofication?

regulus black.

someone with a scrapbook about terrorist activities is not a sweet little baby.

16. what is a trope, characterisation, headcanon etc. that you can’t understand why people like?

ron being written as dumb or abusive.

ron is incredible and i love him. he’s emotionally mature, kind, obviously a wife-guy, clever, a big-picture thinker etc., and i hate when he gets turned into a violent boor just for being a dick about viktor krum (he was acting up because he’s bi and he fancied krum, for one; hermione is just as bad about how ron acts around fleur and lavender, for two).

i especially hate it when he gets turned into a violent boor to enable hermione to run off with either severus snape or draco malfoy. two men whom i always associate with the phrase ‘not prone to jealousy’...

22: what is your favourite part of canon, which everyone else ignores?

that they’re wearing pointy hats on nearly all occasions.

[mothbart]

Hey luv!! What are your fav marauders hcs? Feel free to go on for as much or as little as you’d like!!

oh my god YOOO ECHO you just opened up a can of worms. i'm gonna stick this under a read more because i have so many thoughts and feelings. and people may or may not agree with these and that's okay <3 these are just how i see everyone. this is so incredibly long and i do not expect anyone to read this lmfao

WE ARE STARTING OFF STRONG WITH JAMES.

-james potter is not a sunshine character. he is not all rainbows and happiness. james potter is a human being with a big fucking ego who thrives on attention. james potter hurts people intentionally sometimes. james potter knows how to hurt and he knows exactly what will really drive the knife through. james potter does things for others because it will benefit him in the long run sometimes. does that mean he's awful? NAH. he can still be funny and loyal to his friends and sweet and nice and an overall happy guy, but james potter is so much more complex than that and it makes me so sad when people just water him down to someone with a golden retriever personality.

-i love the idea of lily evans being blunt and a straight shooter. not enough to be a dick but enough to get her point across. she doesn't hesitate to tell someone what she wants, how she wants it, and when she wants it. she knows what she deserves and she'll do what she can to get that.

-i love how people paint marlene to be...loud? if that makes sense. like loud in the sense that her presence is known, like it's almost impossible to not see marlene. like my baby is full of life and personality and she is a true life of the party kinda gal and she knows it. mary is the exact same way. mary is giggly and free and does not give two shits about what people think of her. they're both hard workers even though everything just comes naturally to them.

-i don't think that regulus is always cold to the people he cares about. like i think that he's not afraid to show his friends/his partner that he cares about them and doesn't hide it. do i think that he would use his words? not necessarily. he shows them instead. he takes care of them. he'll do things like help sirius clean his house because he doesn't have the energy to do it himself. regulus will make james his favorite meal when he's had a bad day and isn't ready to talk about it yet. he'll pick up small trinkets at vintage stores that remind him of his friends and just toss it to them to show that he thought of them, etc.

-dorcas is ruthless. dorcas cares deeply and loves too hard and she will never hesitate to rally for those she cherishes. dorcas will defend and fight and the people around her admire those traits. she's smart and dedicated and she loves to learn new things and she'll always try things once, even if it's something she knows is completely illogical but because barty talked her into doing it once, she'll argue but she won't straight up say no.

-remus can be mean, but he chooses to always stay calm. he will never hurt anyone intentionally, and if he does hurt someone, he feels guilty. BUT he doesn't allow people to walk all over him either? if that makes sense? like he knows how to draw boundaries and he's not afraid to remind someone that they crossed them. he's not afraid to call out his friends for shitty behavior, like this man is KNOWN for humbling both sirius and james because they both enable bad behaviors with each other, and remus will sit there and remind them the consequences of their actions. it's not guaranteed that sirius and james will listen to him, but he'll keep doing it until one of them has that smack in the face that what they're doing is probably not the best. remus is like their conscience.

-peter. okay. specifically with peter, i imagine him like that kind of friend that will follow whatever the leader of the group (i feel like who the leader is kind of alternates mostly between james and sirius) wants. like if sirius and james do something that will have a negative consequence, peter will egg them on and enable them too but will act like he nothing to do with it if it blows up in their faces. he won't hesitate to throw his friends under the bus if it means that he's safe from any consequences.

-sirius <3 okay listen. i am very much a strong believer that sirius is loud. he makes himself known. when he walks into a room, attention is on him and he knows it. he basks in it, but there will be times where he doesn't want any of it. sirius does things on a whim. he's impulsive, reckless, he lashes out, he self-sabotages and he's aware of it. he can be manipulative and he knows when to be. but he also has a big heart. he cares so much about his friends and regulus and he will bend over backwards for them and do anything he can to protect them. even if they've pissed him off in some way, he'll hold it against them but that doesn't mean that he won't help them if they needed it.

-BARTY. look. we all know kolowv and if that doesn't explain barty crouch jr then i don't know what does. because kolowv is my literal barty. he's sarcastic, he's funny, he's gone through it, he has a hard time accepting help and will only allow it if it's literally shoved in his face and he can't get out of it. he cares about the people closest to him and he'll fuckin go to bat for them. he's inappropriate in every possible way you can think of at the worst times possible but also when he's aware that it's needed. he knows the consequences of his actions and to be quite frank, he doesn't give a shit. i think that he can also be awkward and he's very quick with his wit.

-evan and pandora. evan is quieter than pandora, always has been and always will. they work as a team, they will never work against each other. pandora is evan's piece of mind, and evan is pandora's. evan reminds pandora to quit being such a fuckin pushover and that she's not a doormat while pandora reminds evan that it's okay to openly show that he cares about people. evan is more shut off than pandora, he's not really a "talk about their feelings" kind of person but pandora does her best to encourage him, and sometimes he listens. did i mention that pandora is actually a yapper because she is. and evan will listen to whatever his sister has to say, even if it's her talking about her favorite animal.

okay i think....that's all i have so far...anyway if anyone actually read all of that thanks and im sorry for the novel <3