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there's not enough regulus and narcissa appreciation and relationship analysis in the world (they're each other's favourite cousins, they have a weekly gossip session in french, they complain about their family, they study together and get pressured by exams and their mothers together etc etc)
To celebrate pride month, here is a reminder that this scene exists.
You’re welcome
The word disaster comes from Latin and originally means “without a star”
James often called himself a disaster, but he only truely felt like one after 1979
I just saw a post of someone hating on the Marauders/Harry Potter fandom and how we’ve created false characteristics and behaviours of characters that were only mentioned in passing or very little overall.
Might I clarify, is that not the whole point of headcanons, fanon and fandom?
The reason we’ve, as a collective, fabricated these concepts is because we take comfort in using characters that we’ve read about (from young) and giving them little quirks that might make people feel less alone or even realise “Oh, wow! There’s someone else out there who likes the same things I like!” or “You think that too?! That’s so cool!”
It’s about forming connections and creating a community through common ground (which many people unfortunately do not have in their lives). Why would you take that away from someone or discredit something they love and are passionate about?
If you don’t like the fandom, stick to the originals because it’s truly unfair for you to tell someone that their own opinions, thoughts and preferences are bullshit just because you don’t approve of and agree with every little thing.
And just like how Team Edward is far superior, Team Marauders is too.
Pro Marauders fandom vs Pro Snape fandom is giving me Team Edward vs Team Jacob war flashbacks.
This becomes more precious and maniacal every time I reread it.
candy - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 190
"Trick or treat!" Tiny voices signaled to Barty and Evan that it was finally, finally time,
When Regulus had patiently explained to them the Muggle tradition of dressing up and knocking on doors for Halloween, they'd been thrilled. They'd spent weeks perfecting their years, their costumes, their entryway, making sure everything was ready for this moment. And now?
"AHHHHHHHH!" Barty screamed, popping out of the coffin he was hiding in, fake blood flowing from his pale, makeup-covered mouth, his zombie costume perfected after hours of work.
Two children, barely older than seven, stared wide-eyed and frozen at him.
But then, Evan jumped at them from behind.
Chainsaw in hand, transfigured meat to look like severed limbs hanging around his neck by bloody ropes, mask over his face, he cackled madly, waving the chainsaw above his head, red lights flashing from their house. "HAPPY HALLO-" he began to yell.
But with high-pitched, terrified screams, the children ran, not stopping even as they left the yard, hurling up the street.
Immediately, Evan cut out the chainsaw and turned to a confused-looking Barty, tilting his head to the side. "But....they forgot their candy?"
I just read six paragraphs (about the marauders fandom) talking about how “fiction is fiction” and that this person loves how people write about characters in new ways in their fan fiction before bitching about how people “babygirlify” Regulus, Sirius, Barty, etc.
So, basically, you’re okay when people write about characters and create headcanons and alternate personas for evil and morally unjust people but not if the result is their twinkification?
That is very hypocritical of you, dear. I mean, honestly, what kind of logic is this? Just let them write their fiction! It’s not hurting anyone and in all siriusness, it is absolutely fucking brilliant.
soft - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 178 - NSFW (suggestive)
"Oi! That's mine!" Barty yelled indignantly, pouting at Evan as he took the last sweet from the pile they had between them on Evan's bed.
Regulus was gone with James for the evening and they had decided, as revenge for him leaving them, they would eat all the candy.
"Yeah?" Evan challenged, eyeing Barty with a smirk. "Come get it, then!"
But before he could move, Barty lunged forward, soft lips enveloping Evan's fingers and the candy he held between them, their eyes locking as the air turned thick.
He made the decision without thinking. Moving his fingers back a bit, he grinned salaciously as Barty began to suck, pupils growing larger, expression almost submissive. Heat coursed through Evan's body at the sight of Barty, on his knees, sucking on his fingers.
And before he could lose the nerve, Evan moved forward so he could whisper into Barty's ear. "Taste good, baby?" he muttered to the other boy, who only moaned a bit, pulling back and panting.
Fuck. Maybe it was good Regulus was gone for the night.
soft - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 178 - NSFW (suggestive)
"Oi! That's mine!" Barty yelled indignantly, pouting at Evan as he took the last sweet from the pile they had between them on Evan's bed.
Regulus was gone with James for the evening and they had decided, as revenge for him leaving them, they would eat all the candy.
"Yeah?" Evan challenged, eyeing Barty with a smirk. "Come get it, then!"
But before he could move, Barty lunged forward, soft lips enveloping Evan's fingers and the candy he held between them, their eyes locking as the air turned thick.
He made the decision without thinking. Moving his fingers back a bit, he grinned salaciously as Barty began to suck, pupils growing larger, expression almost submissive. Heat coursed through Evan's body at the sight of Barty, on his knees, sucking on his fingers.
And before he could lose the nerve, Evan moved forward so he could whisper into Barty's ear. "Taste good, baby?" he muttered to the other boy, who only moaned a bit, pulling back and panting.
Fuck. Maybe it was good Regulus was gone for the night.
soft - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 178 - NSFW (suggestive)
"Oi! That's mine!" Barty yelled indignantly, pouting at Evan as he took the last sweet from the pile they had between them on Evan's bed.
Regulus was gone with James for the evening and they had decided, as revenge for him leaving them, they would eat all the candy.
"Yeah?" Evan challenged, eyeing Barty with a smirk. "Come get it, then!"
But before he could move, Barty lunged forward, soft lips enveloping Evan's fingers and the candy he held between them, their eyes locking as the air turned thick.
He made the decision without thinking. Moving his fingers back a bit, he grinned salaciously as Barty began to suck, pupils growing larger, expression almost submissive. Heat coursed through Evan's body at the sight of Barty, on his knees, sucking on his fingers.
And before he could lose the nerve, Evan moved forward so he could whisper into Barty's ear. "Taste good, baby?" he muttered to the other boy, who only moaned a bit, pulling back and panting.
Fuck. Maybe it was good Regulus was gone for the night.
proposition - september 5th - jegulus microfic - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 287 - trans!regulus
Regulus stared into the mirror, picking and pulling at the hem of his t-shirt, fighting back the nausea that crested through his body.
It was all wrong. The way his binder pinched at his skin, the way his shirt showed curves he wished he could magic from his hips, the way his face was free of stubble or shadow. Groaning, he leaned forward, trying to clear his brain of the self-hatred that flowed through him freely.
"Reg?"
James moved behind him, a hand hovering by his waist, waiting to touch him until he gave a tired nod. James was used to this by now. He knew to ask for permission to touch. But the fact that James knew made him feel worse, for some reason. Like he was a burden.
Until the other man spoke. "You look so handsome tonight, baby," he said, whispering from behind him, his chin resting on his shoulder, voice in his ear.
Regulus's eyes widened at the compliment, tears making them prickle. "You think so?"
"Always."
He turned, sinking into his boyfriend's arms. "It's a bad day today," he murmured, his voice muffled as he pressed his face into James's shirt. He knew it was unnecessary to say so, that James could recognize the signs of his dysphoria from a mile off, but he still felt the need to acknowledge it.
But James just pressed a kiss to his head. "I have a proposition for you," he said gently. "How about we stay in tonight? Pop in a movie and cuddle on the couch. I'm a bit too tired to go out. Is that okay?"
And as relief flooded through him, Regulus nodded, knowing this was for his benefit, and beyond thankful.
proposition - september 5th - jegulus microfic - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 287 - trans!regulus
Regulus stared into the mirror, picking and pulling at the hem of his t-shirt, fighting back the nausea that crested through his body.
It was all wrong. The way his binder pinched at his skin, the way his shirt showed curves he wished he could magic from his hips, the way his face was free of stubble or shadow. Groaning, he leaned forward, trying to clear his brain of the self-hatred that flowed through him freely.
"Reg?"
James moved behind him, a hand hovering by his waist, waiting to touch him until he gave a tired nod. James was used to this by now. He knew to ask for permission to touch. But the fact that James knew made him feel worse, for some reason. Like he was a burden.
Until the other man spoke. "You look so handsome tonight, baby," he said, whispering from behind him, his chin resting on his shoulder, voice in his ear.
Regulus's eyes widened at the compliment, tears making them prickle. "You think so?"
"Always."
He turned, sinking into his boyfriend's arms. "It's a bad day today," he murmured, his voice muffled as he pressed his face into James's shirt. He knew it was unnecessary to say so, that James could recognize the signs of his dysphoria from a mile off, but he still felt the need to acknowledge it.
But James just pressed a kiss to his head. "I have a proposition for you," he said gently. "How about we stay in tonight? Pop in a movie and cuddle on the couch. I'm a bit too tired to go out. Is that okay?"
And as relief flooded through him, Regulus nodded, knowing this was for his benefit, and beyond thankful.
*The marauders talking in the afterlife*
James: “Your mother was there for me at a time when no one else was” MATE WHAT THE FUCK
Sirius: NO REALLY REMUS WHAT
James: *looks at Sirius* WHEN DID WE EVER LEAVE THAT MAN ALONE
Sirius: I think I might’ve gone to the bathroom once?
James: Oh yes and I blinked one time
Obsessed 😍 my babies
Every Step Of The Way | Regulus Black x Reader
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Pairing: Regulus Black x GN!Reader WC: 1,213 CW: heavy talks of depression, depressive episode, depressed reader, self invalidation, no use of Y/N. Author's Note: I've been having a hard time lately and I just needed a comfort fic, this is purely based off my own experience with depression and how I feel when I'm in a depressive episode. If you don't feel like me that's okay, mental health is different for everyone! Just remember you're so valid and so loved <3. Summary: You're just having a hard time but Regulus is always there for you.
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At some point your mind wasn't supposed to be your enemy anymore right? At some point the ‘teen angst’ was supposed to go away and you were supposed to be an adult with relatively healthy mental health right?
The crippling depression and anxiety was supposed to go away with puberty. At least that's what you'd been told, that things would get better and your mind wouldn't mess with you as much.That was what was supposed to happen, but when do things ever go as planned?
The only difference between now and your teen years was that you recognized the symptoms faster, you understood what was coming before it was fully there. Now every so often you can catch it, do things to make the bad thoughts go away or lessen, then other times… you would feel paralyzed.
The numbness would consume you, invite you in like an old friend, along with the loss of appeal to do anything. You didn't want to eat, drink, read, or listen to music.
You didn't want to do anything and sometimes without even realizing you would spent the whole day looking into nothingness.
Regulus would notice the mood change almost immediately. He would pick up on the sign and the overall change in your personality.
Not only would he notice because he was hyper aware of the behavioral changes around him (thank you Walburga. Sarcasm) but also because he dealt with the same feelings.
The emptiness and numbness of it all, it wasn't until Pandora explained it to him that he learned that those feelings were not exactly ‘normal’.
It was normal to be sad, to have a depressive episode here and there especially following a tragedy but it was the consistency that wasn't normal.
The feeling of emptiness that always felt like a shadow following you, the feeling of being the happiest you've ever been but still feeling that emptiness in the back of your head.
It was one of the things you both shared. Sometimes it wasn't a good thing. When both of you were in that state of mind it was hard to help each other, to be there for each other.
How could you stop someone from drowning if you're drowning yourself?
But other times it was a good thing. You knew each other's signs, you two could pick up on the signs before the other person even realized that they were slipping, sometimes. It gave you time to either try and stop it before it went too far or just get prepared.
This was one of those times Regulus knew he needed to prepare.
He had seen you starting to detach for about a day now. Regulus knew this was going to be one of those episodes he couldn't stop, the kind where you were there physically but not mentally.
You just were floating through your days, you were on auto pilot almost the whole day; you weren't really listening, hardly responded and if you did it was short.
Regulus preparing for this meant doing a few things, taking a few days off work, letting Sirius, Pandora and Barty know that he wouldn't be really available so that he could focus solely on you. Making sure your favorite foods were home and ready to encourage you to eat, having some of your favorite movies, books, everything and anything accessible in case you were in the mood to do anything or if you just wanted to try and distract yourself for a while.
It also meant mentally preparing himself to be understanding and patient since it wasn't exactly his strong suit but he'd do anything for you.
When an episode fully hits it isn't always you wake up and start to feel depressed. Sometimes you would be fine most of the day and then suddenly you were hit with a wave of nothingness.
Most of the time nothing would trigger it, nothing would happen, your brain would just decide that it was time to be sad, to be numb, you guessed.
“Mon Amore, would you like to eat something? You can have anything you want.” Regulus touched the side of your face and brought you out of your head. You just shook your head not really looking at him. “No, thank you.” You whisper.
He just nodded and sat next to you. He knew when to pick his battles and since you ate that morning he knew this shouldn't be the hill he dies on.
The rest of the night was spent mostly silence with a few words exchanged here and there, Regulus was there ready and willing to do whatever you needed him to do to make you feel better.
He got you to eat a little eventually and you shared a shower with him. He had helped you wash yourself since you didn't have any motivation or energy to do so.
By the end of the night you were both cuddled up in bed while Regulus ran his hand up and down your back just to let you know he was there.
He liked when you knew he was there, he felt like it helped even just a little, especially to make you feel a little less alone.
Eventually you broke the silence with a sight. “I'm sorry.” You felt regulus's hand stop moving, he stayed silent for a moment.
“Why are you apologizing? You haven't done anything.” By the sound of his voice you knew he was frowning, he knew exactly why you were apologizing but a part of him was hoping, praying, that he was wrong.
“For being this way. You shouldn't have to deal with this. We're not kids anymore, I should be over these feelings by now.”
Regulus sat up, making you sit up in the process, reaching over to the lamp on the bedside table turning the light on. “Do you choose to feel this way? Do you make the conscious decision to feel like this?” Regulus was looking you in the eyes with raised eyebrows waiting for a response.
“Not necessarily, but-”
“Exactly, you don't. You can't control your emotions. You didn't ask to feel this way nor do you choose to. There's no point in apologizing for something that you have no control over. Your brain is amazing and beautiful but sometimes it isn't the nicest to you and that's okay. Do you know why? Because even if your brain is mean sometimes it still makes you who you are and you're so amazing, mon cœur. We’ll take care of this together like we always do. It's going to be hard sometimes but it is not impossible, and I'll always be here with you every step of the way, because I love you more than anything, tu es ma raison de vivre, mon amour.”
Regulus cupped your cheek and whipped a few tears you didn't know you had shedded. All you could do was whisper a ‘thank you’ as you threw yourself in his arms.
You fell asleep that night in Regulus’s arms while he whispered sweet nothing to you.
You weren't better by any means but you felt loved, you felt understood. You knew that no matter how hard things got, Regulus would be there for you, every step of the way.
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wolfstar (taylor’s version)
why do all of her songs remind me of them?? mskingbean reveal yourself
-James Potter x reader
{Strawberry picking with James}
A little blurb, just went with the flow. Enjoy lovelies💕
CW// James gives reader a piggyback at the end.
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The late Spring air feels pleasantly warm against your skin, the afternoon sun peaking through the white fluffy clouds casting orange rays over the grassy strawberry fields. It’s a beautiful day, it has been since you first woke up and when James suggested going strawberry picking you immediately jumped at the opportunity.
James slips his hand in yours, his fingers entwining with your own as you both walk down the grassy path. A gentle breeze brushes past you, causing the bushes around you to rustle slightly, and he’s quick to notice the way your skin prickles with goosebumps.
“Here baby, take this.” He says, taking off his checkered flannel before handing it over to you with a warm smile, his honeyed eyes gleaming under the sunlight. He takes the small basket of red strawberries from your hands as you put it on over your dress.
“Sorry, I should’ve brought a jacket.” You tell him, fixing your hair. He watches you as if he is in some sort of trance, completely and utterly enamoured by you and your beauty.
The feeling of your fingers grazing against the back of his hand, taking the basket from him, snaps him out of it and he shakes his head with a soft smirk. “Don't apologise silly, it’s what I’m here for.” He smirks softly.
James gently twits one of the many berries off of its stem, studying it intently before slipping it into the small basket. He glances over to you as you do the same, reaching over to brush your hair away from your eyes, tucking it behind your ear.
“I’m thinking maybe a shortcake?… or a jam?” You whisper softly, plucking another berry with the utmost care.
“Hm… maybe we can do both?” He takes another strawberry but this time he brings it up to his mouth, taking a bite. The juice stains his lips and instead of wiping his mouth like a sensible person, he leans forward, his hand resting against the nape of your neck pulling you into a wet kiss.
The sweet taste of the strawberry invades your tastebuds leaving your lips feeling a little sticky. He pulls back with a sly smirk before pressing another kiss to your cheek and then another and another.
“Ugh… James, it’s so sticky.” You whine, trying and failing to push him away as he wraps an arm around your shoulder.
“I brought wet wipes, just let me love you some more.” He chuckles, pressing another strawberry-tasting kiss to your lips. “Gotta make sure they taste alright before bringing them home, baby” he mumbles in between kisses.
You’re thankful that it's relatively quiet here, hidden behind the strawberry bushes as he kisses you under the warm afternoon sun. “Alright you’ve had your fun… come on.” You giggle against his lips, your fingers brushing through his brown curly hair.
He gives you one last peck before handing you the wet wipes from your bag that he's holding, grinning at the soft pout you’re giving him whilst you clean your face as he does the same.
You shoo his hand away before he can steal another strawberry from your basket, shaking your head at him with a playful glimmer in your eyes. “No more, we need to weigh them first.” You tell him and he lets out a huff of air, being completely overdramatic.
“Well then, come on.” He whines playfully, bending his knees slightly as he offers you a piggyback. You shake your head softly with a shy smile.
“Hm, I’m not sure.” Your voice is just above a whisper as you glance down at the floor. James looks over his shoulder, nodding his head to beckon you closer to him.
“I am, come on, let me give you a lift angel.” You know how persistent he can be and the look he’s giving you, with his big brown doe eyes, certainly doesn’t help.
So, begrudgingly, you walk over to him with a mumbled “Fine”. His hands hold you up by the backs of your thighs as they tighten around his waist, your arms circling around his shoulders.
“Hold on tight.” He warns you with a tone that you certainly do not like.
“James Potter. Do not run with me on your back.” You tell him trying to sound as stern as possible, your face is already pressed into his neck as you prepare for the worst. Instead, he walks, calmly. A sigh of relief passes your lips.
The sounds of nature seem quieter than they once were this morning, the sun now setting over the horizon creating a pinky-orangey colour that blooms throughout the sky.
You'll fall asleep in the car journey home with James’ fingers clasped with your own. Soft music playing through the car radio and a basket of strawberries, that you’ll spend all day tomorrow turning into a delicious shortcake.
Petition to make #marauderfans into a rainbow like the LGBTQIA tag.
Because face it, I’ve never met a straight marauders fan, and neither have you.
WHAT I THINK MARAUDER KINNIES ARE DOING ON VALENTINES DAY
(if you are not single and sad, this post is not for you. RUN ALONG NOW SWEETIE)
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Regulus kinnies.
I’m a Regulus kinnie myself, and all im doing to do is read books and pine after a person who only sees me as their friend. So im going to assume you’re doing the same.
You are also probably listening to Mistki while you look back at when you felt alive and young.
We need therapy.
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James Potter kinnies.
You’re probably making notes and cute little drawings for your friends, but you know deep down they’ll forget about you and get you some lousy lollipop or maybe even a heart drawing!
You cannot settle for the bare minimum.
You’re also probably falling for the slightest attention someone gives you, then you get heart broken in the end because you put too much of yourself in your relationship.
BACK AWAY FROM THE BARE MINIMUM. YOU DESERVE MORE.
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Sirius Black kinnies.
You and your best friend are the only ones who take this siriusly.
But the only reason you take it seriously is because you know how it feels to feel like a joke.
You’re looking at all these videos of these couples doing cute stuff while you’re sitting on the floor of your room wondering, why couldn’t i be like that? Then you’ll come to the conclusion that your parents made you like this.
PLEASE DONT FORGET TO DRINK WATER. I KNOW YOU FORGET TO.
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Remus Lupin kinnies.
You most definitely forgot it was Valentine’s Day and you slept in. Thankfully you set up your future in your head so you already know what you’re going to for your friends.
Please stop planning your future all in one night. Your brain cannot take this.
You’ll chug some caffeine and tell yourself, it’s just another day. Until you look around and see all these people in love. You go home and binge eat chocolate because you’re sad.
Then you fall asleep again as a coping mechanism.
SAVE THE CHOCOLATE FOR THE REST OF US PLEASE.
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Pandora Roiser kinnies
You guys are the sweetest people alive.
Too bad everyone takes that as a weakness.
You buy every one of your friends a cute little card and maybe some candy or flowers. All they do is utter a “thanks.” But you don’t mind right? ( you do) it’s tiring feeling like everyone looks down on you. So you’ll try your hardest, but will it ever be enough?
YOU GOT THIS SWEETIE, YOURE ENOUGH.
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Evan Roiser kinnies.
You guys are either toxic or chill.
Either way, you’re still not over that one person who ruined your life. Your friends are happy, so why aren’t you? Nothing is fair. You pretend to be happy on this day, eating chocolate, writing little hearts, laughing. But deep down, the lingering question is just, “why? Why would they do this? Why did i deserve that?” Maybe you’ll get your answer, maybe you won’t.
MY QUESTION FOR YOU IS, WHY ARE YOU SO CUTE? EVERY EVAN KINNIE IS SO CUTE.
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Barty Crouch Jr kinnies
You guys probably are stalking your crush right now. You feel like you have to match personalities or stand out from the crowd for someone you like. So on valentines, you’ll find out specifically what your friends like and make a special card or gift for them. Then you play it off, saying “it’s nothing really.” We know damn well it’s not nothing. So when they say thank you, or give you the slightest praise, you get giddy inside.
DONT LOSE YOURSELF.
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These are just assumptions, so if I get these wrong, DO NOT COME AT ME MAN. THIS IS ME TRYING.