I cannot understand people that think Regulus Black is straight. In my head that's completely impossible. Like do what you want, but you're wrong. He's gay.
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Reg, reading at 1am, with James' head in his lap, idly playing with his hair with one hand.
Reg looking down at him and smiling so softly at how peaceful he looks.
Reg thinking James is asleep.
Reg whispering for the first time "I love you."
Reg's heart fluttering when there's a sleepy mumble of "I love you too" below him.
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Regulus: why are you ignoring Remus?
Sirius: I’m playing hard to get.
Regulus: Why would you do that? You’re already hard to want.
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remus was james’s gay awakening (he’s the casanova of gryffindor tower, so duh)
sirius was james’s gay ‘confirmation’ (they kissed once, and james knew he wasn’t straight)
then james said hmmmm I want a combination of both, and ended up with regulus.
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Jegulus
james:Loveee im back!!*looking at reg*…oh
regulus: what?
james:You look pale..did you eat something?? Its like 4pm
regulus: yeah ofc
james:
regulus:
james: reg what did you eat?
regulus:coffee:)
james:
regulus:
james:
regulus:
james:
regulus:*starts running away*
james:REGULUS ACTURUS BLACK COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!!!
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Need ugly Remus fics this is torture ugly people have rights you know
James: what about this one *points at the prettiest girl*
Sirius: um no
James: oh okay, this one! *points at the prettiest boy*
Sirius: something not right— oh this one! *points at the ugly, tall, asymmetrical werewolf*
James: I fucking see it
Remus:
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Fic: Home
When Regulus first mentioned he was moving out of Sirius and Remus’ place, his brother insisted it wasn't necessary. But today, on his last day, Sirius couldn't hide his excitement about living alone with his boyfriend. Regulus was genuinely happy for them, though what bothered him most was leaving their cozy flat behind and getting used to a new living arrangement.
Moving out meant finding a new place and a new roommate. Regulus had enough money to live solo, but the thought of loneliness irked him more than anything. Sirius knew this, which is why an hour after Regulus announced his departure, he received a text from James Potter.
[Jamie] Come live with me
Regulus smirked at his phone. James had saved his contact with that nickname, hoping Regulus would feel guilty about being mean to him. He didn’t, but that didn't mean he wasn't growing fond of James.
[Regulus] Where are your manners, Potter? Shouldn’t you at least ask me out first?
[Jamie] You’re such a princess. I have a spare room and you need a place to live.
[Regulus] So you’re my knight in shining armor coming to my rescue then?
[Jamie] I mean, I do have the looks for it.
[Jamie] Just take the offer.
[Jamie] Don’t even try to say you don’t like my flat when I know for a FACT that you do.
[Regulus] Fine. You sure?
[Jamie] Positive, princess.
AAAAH IM SO EXCITED
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Snippet of the fic based on the concept that @noasmirrorball shared
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sometime in 1977
james: oh come on lover boy, one date?
regulus: stop following me potter.
james: of course not reggie, hogsmeade?
regulus: my answer hasnt changed regardless of you asking 100 times. shouldnt you being doing something useful?
james: unless your name is suddenly ‘useful’, then i don’t think so?
regulus: potter! your brain capacity is that of a levitating feather!
james: oh do keep on talking dirty, reggie!
regulus: james!!
james:
james: oh so im james now?
regulus: fuck.
james: dont make empty promises, love!
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James, running late to class: Sorry, professor, I'm late. My alarm clock didn't go off.
Everyone in the classroom staring at him:
Professor Flitwick: Nice of you to join us, Mr. Potter.
James, walking to his seat next to Sirius:
Sirius, staring holes at the back of James' head:
Professor Flitwick, turning around to resume his lesson, but just before he adds: I'd advise you you don't mistake your uniform with someone else's next time you're running late.
James, clueless: What? *then, whispering to Sirius* What?
Sirius, shooting daggers at him: Prongs. Who's Slytherin tie is this?
James, blinking, and slowly looking down at the green tie he's wearing, before looking up sheepishly: Haha, you're not going to belive this—
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