Sirius And Regulus Who Were Just Lounging In The Potters' House One Day When Monty Slammed His Hand Down

sirius and regulus who were just lounging in the potters' house one day when monty slammed his hand down on the table. regulus immediately dropped to the ground, away from the noise, and sirius dropped to cover him like it was second nature. like it had happened enough times for the both of them to know.

on a completely unrelated note walburga and orion black were killed that day

I'M RUNNING TO AO3 TO FIND THIS FIC RN.

this one's got a little kick to it...

fic: Vendetta by jupiter_writess

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THE MARAUDERS ARENT REAL PEOPLE CAN MAKE WHATEVER CHARACHTERISATIONS THEY LIKE

THE MARAUDERS ARENT REAL PEOPLE CAN MAKE WHATEVER CHARACHTERISATIONS THEY LIKE

THE MARAUDERS ARENT REAL PEOPLE CAN MAKE WHATEVER CHARACHTERISATIONS THEY LIKE

Theyre fictiona charachters babe nobody cares that "real people wouldn't forgive their brother for joining a hate group" (wonderful to know you speak for EVERY SINGLE SIBLING ON THE PLANET but dont actually take real people who have real thoughts into consideration bc i would, in their situation, 10000% forgive my siblings. I would understand. Also remember that regulus CANONICALLY BETRAYED THE DEATH EATERS when youre making this argument)

They can be gay!!! They can be straight!!! They can be whatever the fuck we want because theyre fictional characters!!!!

Some people dont understand that theyre fictional, adjective, imaginary, not real

Toodles, start as many arguments if you want

Infact send me hate anons too, ill respond i promise. Youll regret it, but i promise ill respond

Or better yet, go on not anon and prove your brave

Or even better, get a life. This fandom is made of REAL PEOPLE, who wanted to ESCAPE. The writers and artists in this fandom are spending time out of their day to create things for others consumption, for fun, for free. They dont deserve to be sent hate anons. I literally just scrolled past someone sharing anons that called them fat and racist, as if that had ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING TO DO WITH THIS. The racism in question: regulus watching anime. Thats. Thats why.

This fandom has went really downhill recently and im actually really upset about it. I joined this fandom about two years ago when i was goung through a really stressful point in my life and its been an escape ever since. Earlier this year, i started writing. But i havent touched my WIP in at least three months because I havent had the motivation because i dont feel comfortable in this fandom.

And Yes, im tagging a lot of possibly unrelated things across the fandom because everyone needs to see the message

Moonwater where Remus is like 'I'll only come back to teach at school if my husband can come with me' bc they'd gotten all codependent the second they reconnected after the war and reg is allowed to go with him but has to be in animagus form the whole time so Remus quickly becomes the cool dada teacher with the huge lion familiar

Reg, melting into the bed: today was so exhausting 😔

Remus: oh yes, Reg, it must be so difficult laying around licking your paws all day

Reg: it is actually

i'm sobbing.

Cope - Jegulus - @stag-microfic - Day 2 - 402 words

“Again? I swear we do this every single night,” Regulus says, quirking a brow and an amused smile tugs at his lips.

“Yeah, but I like hearing your voice.”

They’re right outside of James’ house, sprawled out on damp grass, but it doesn’t seem to bother them.

Regulus rolls his eyes, but points at a constellation near the tree line. “That’s Ursa Major, the Great Bear. You know that, I hope, considering the amount of times I’ve told you that. Besides, it’s rather easy to see.”

"Of course.” James nods.

His finger moves to point at a different cluster of stars. “That’s Virgo. If you look at the brightest star there, you can see Spica. That’s one point of the triangle.”

“The triangle?” James asks.

Regulus rolls his eyes. “Yes, James, the triangle. We’ve only been over this a dozen times.”

He points at another constellation. “Then that’s Boötes, and the brightest star there is Arcturus.”

“Your middle name,” James says.

Regulus cracks a smile. “Yes, my middle name. It’s also the second point of the triangle.”

James smiles and takes Regulus’ hand in his, moving it until it points at a really familiar constellation. His favorite, actually. “Leo. There’s you. You’re the heart of the lion.” You’re my heart. “You complete the triangle asterism.” You complete me.

“So you do pay attention.” Regulus grins.

They let their arms fall to rest on their stomachs as they look at each other, lying side by side on the cool grass. The moonlight bathes the clearing in a soft, silvery glow, making Regulus appear almost ethereal. His dark hair contrasts sharply with his pale skin, which seems to shimmer under the lunar light, giving him an otherworldly radiance. His eyes, usually so intense, are softened by the moon’s gentle touch.

James, with his tousled hair and tired expression, looks rugged yet vulnerable in the dim light. The moon casts shadows across his face, highlighting his eye bags.

“You know, you really need to find a new way to cope,” Regulus says after a while, his voice gentle but firm.

James frowns, his brows furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Regulus gazes at him with a mix of sorrow and affection. “James, I died three years ago.”

And just like that, the space beside him becomes empty.

that is not a biscuit, that is a scone.