s4phiraaa
SORRY my pradas at the CLEANERS. along with my hoodie and my fuck you flips-flops
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My first pandalily fanart ❤️
remus “fuck the french” lupin and sirius “if you insist” black
decided to post a sketchbook spread of my new oc!!! he’s a cutie
meanwhile regulus has extremely impure thoughts about james and will graphically describe them to evan
James has to stop himself every time he has an impure thought about Regulus because he feels so guilty and thinks he’s objectifying him
Remus “do what you want with me” Lupin:
James Potter may be a bully but have you considered that he’s also my princess
maybe this is just me idk
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love this so much man
I need a starchaser fanfic where James and Regulus end up going to bed drunk and the next day James wakes up with an amazing feeling and turns to see Regulus sitting in the armchair in his dorm and oh my Merlin is that a hickey on his neck?
And then James remembers the night before, how he started thinking about Lily and then his train of thought derailed with all that pale skin, the silver eyes darkened with desire, the dark hair messed up like James had never seen on Regulus, the warm and delicious blush that colored his face and went down his neck, making him almost edible. He remembers how Regulus chanted "James, James, James", so different from his usually cold "Potter"
But Regulus throws him out of the dorm after throwing his clothes at him and reiterates that the previous night was a mistake.
And now James can't forget any of this and talk about it to his friends and Sirius can't stand to hear his best friend/brother talk about his little brother like that anymore and Remus is having a great time telling everything to Regulus, who keeps glaring at him and telling him to shut up while trying to act like it didn't mean anything and acting cold to James again.
Lily can only watch the change in behavior and please, Moony, spill the beans, I need to know, it sounds like delicious gossip.
mum's happiest boy
NOOO MY SHAYLAAAA 😞😨😥😥😥… my shaylaaaa ☹️😣😣😔😖😖
he was so small :(
idea from my mootie on tt!!! @siriusandseverusgirl ♡ @buckysfavegirl
Reading fanfiction isn't enough I need to make out with Lily Evans
regulus “I will smother you in your sleep” black and James “I think he just offered to sit on my face” potter
Just saw this tiktok about how annoying it must be for vampires to not lose their stuff and have it end up at a museum they walk into 100 years later.
Imagine, black brothers vampires but Sirius makes it a sport to hide Regulus' journals and letters and art work and 100 years later he walks into a galery seeing all his work being displayed as a rare collection by this historian who is kinda hot, but all he can think about is his smut drabbles being seen as art.
ask - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 620
“So. Who’re you all going to ask to the Ball?”
Regulus stared around the large group as Sirius’s question sank in. It had been strange that the two very opposite bunches of friends had collided, but what with Pandora and Lily, and Dorcas and Marlene both being couples, it had been a natural thing.
“I mean, it’s pretty obvious for most of us,” Dorcas replied, wrapping her arms around Marlene and grinning.
“Yes, I’m asking Pete,” Remus replied, grinning at Sirius’s affronted expression.
But it was James’s response that had Regulus’s stomach lurching. “I’m asking Regulus,” he said casually, ignoring the shocked looks from everyone, most of all Regulus.
-
It became a Thing. Every time the Ball was brought up, James mentioned that he was going to ask him. It was ‘Yes, when I ask Regulus…’ or ‘After Regulus agrees to go with me…’ or ‘Regulus and I…’ It was driving Regulus absolutely insane, because he knew that James was joking. He could tell from the twinkling in his eyes, the mischief in his smile.
But to Regulus, it hurt. Because Merlin, he wanted it to be real. And the fact that he wanted that was mortifying.
Every time James brought it up, it was like a stab to the ribs. A kick to the gut. He tried to smile and laugh with the rest, but he wanted to cry, which was the scariest feeling he’d ever felt in his life. He hated feeling anything, and sadness? Longing? No, it was terrifying.
-
One day, he snapped.
“So, I’ll pick up Reg at…maybe seven?” James was saying to Remus, who nodded along. “And then we’ll-”
“Stop!”
All eyes turned to him.
“Stop, James,” he mumbled, steeling himself to avoid the tears. “I know you’re not actually going to ask me, and it’s not funny anymore. I know the idea of someone fancying me is a joke to you, but you’re being a prick!”
And with that, he fled.
He assumed, of course, that the footsteps of the person following him belonged to Barty. But the hand that grabbed his shoulder was wider. Warmer.
“Regulus, please-”
“It’s fine, James,” he mumbled, still walking, trying to shake him off.
“Please listen.”
Annoyed, he turned. “What?” he demanded, gritting his teeth and giving James a death glare. “What do you want?”
The older boy looked as distraught as Regulus felt. “I want you to go to the Ball with me,” he answered softly. Regulus scoffed and began to turn but James continued. “No, really! I thought–I thought joking about it would like… get you used to the idea?” he smiled and shrugged self-consciously. “The idea that I fancy you, you know? That way, when I asked, you wouldn’t just…rip me to shreds on the spot.”
Regulus gaped. Could this really be genuine? His heart was hammering in his chest so loudly he could hardly hear James’s word.
“I get if you’re mad, it was kind of a shit move,” James said with another half-smile. “But..please don’t think I’d ever joke about you being…fanciable. Especially when I…Godric, I can’t even describe how much I fancy you,” he admitted, face turning pink.
Regulus swallowed, still shocked. “Well,” he breathed, trying not to shake, “unfortunately, the feeling is mutual,” he admitted with a frown.
It took James a moment to understand what he meant, and then he broke into a huge grin. “Y-yeah? So you’ll go with me to the Ball?”
But now, he’d regained some of his footing. “I never said that,” he replied lightly, smirking at the older boy. “You’ll have to see when I ask you.”
It was satisfying, he had to admit. Walking away and leaving a shocked, dazed-looking James Potter behind.
james being a munch is cannon btw 🥰
regulus loves nothing more than james’s head between his thighs and curling his fingers in his hair.
someone over on twitter rted art from @ kaikkuro_ saying it's jegulus so i had to draw it for them...
god bless wolfstar
Distraction
Remus was going to fail. He could see it now—the giant red "D" or worse, a "T" staring up at him in McGonagall’s spidery handwriting, the disappointment heavy in his stomach. He groaned, rubbing his temples as he hunched over his Transfiguration textbook, eyes darting over the same sentence for the fifth time without absorbing a single word.
"Moony," came a familiar, honey-smooth voice from behind him. "Why are you studying when you could be kissing me?"
Remus sighed without looking up. "Because I have a test tomorrow, Sirius. Unlike you, I actually need to revise."
Sirius, a menace and, unfortunately, Remus’ incredibly distracting boyfriend, plopped himself onto the couch next to him. He leaned in, resting his chin on Remus’ shoulder. "You don’t need to revise," he murmured, lips brushing against Remus’ ear. "You’re the smartest bloke in this entire bloody castle."
Remus shivered but clenched his jaw. "Flattery won’t work. I need to concentrate."
Sirius made a wounded noise. "But what if I perish from lack of affection? What if I simply wither away? You’d regret it for the rest of your days."
"I think I could live with it."
"Cruel," Sirius whispered, tilting his head so that his lips barely grazed Remus’ jaw.
Remus tensed. "Sirius."
"Yes, my love?"
"Go away."
Sirius gasped dramatically, clutching his heart as if he’d been personally offended. Then, with the precision of someone who had perfected the art of seduction, he shifted, straddling the couch so that he was facing Remus directly. "Alright. Fine. I’ll go. But first—" He widened his stormy grey eyes, an expression so utterly, devastatingly puppy-like that Remus almost whimpered. "Just one kiss?"
Remus shut his eyes tightly. "You’re evil."
"A single kiss and I’ll leave you alone," Sirius promised, even as his hands settled on Remus’ waist.
Remus hesitated. He was strong. He was determined. He could resist. Except then Sirius bit his lip, tilting his head just so, and—
Remus caved.
The kiss was meant to be brief, but Sirius had a way of making time irrelevant. His fingers curled into Remus’ hair, tilting his head back as their lips moved together, slow and teasing, until Remus found himself gripping Sirius’ collar, pulling him impossibly closer. His textbook slid forgotten onto the floor as Sirius deepened the kiss, nipping at his lower lip before soothing it with his tongue.
By the time Remus remembered how to breathe, he was entirely boneless, his head resting against Sirius’s shoulder, mind blank in the most delicious way.
Sirius smirked triumphantly. "See? Much better than studying."
Remus groaned, shoving at his chest half-heartedly. "You’re an actual demon."
"A demon who loves you very much," Sirius corrected, pressing a final kiss to Remus’ temple. "Now, let’s go to bed. You can cram in the morning."
Remus didn’t cram. He failed the test spectacularly.
But when Sirius kissed him silly after, murmuring how proud he was anyway, Remus decided that it had been worth it.
james: can we not go to a restaurant tonight?
regulus: why? you love restaurants.
james: i feel like an abuser everytime we go out :(
regulus: youre so dramatic, it’s fine.
(at the restaurant)
waiter: (looking at regulus) and what would you like sir?
regulus:
james: (sigh)… he‘ll have the salad, please.
James, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe?
Barty: Yeah, sure.
*A few minutes later*
Barty: Here you go.
James:
Barty:
Regulus: Why am I here?
i already kinda suspected it but thank you crimson rivers for making me realise i’m demisexual!
in honor of JKR being a bitch about asexuals
i wanna say thank you to bizzarestars (the author of Crimson Rivers). I deadass did not fully understand my relationship to my own asexuality until I read Sirius and Remus's relationship. I had never read literature with that kind of representation before and it actually changed my life for the better.
everybody go read crimson rivers!
Sirius getting in trouble and McGonagall not calling his parents because Sirius was disowned, but also not calling the Potters because they had to take care of talking to James.
So, she decides to bring Regulus to her office and just let him yell at Sirius.
to be perfectly honest. i don't care if it is cheesy or cliched or idealistic. i like stories where the core of it is about kindness, the warmth we can offer others and the gentleness we receive in return. maybe the moral of the story IS love triumphs. it better fucking be
Them
my girl mary macdonald deserves more appreciation 🙏🙏
Remus doesn't flirt. He just makes you feel like the smartest person in the room, listens like you're saying something sacred, and suddenly you're in love.
Wolfstar & kisses:
Sirius loves to kiss Remus’ throat, neck, back of his neck…anywhere that makes him melt.
He’d sneak kisses during class, small kisses behind his ears while pretending to tell a secret, just to see Remus fluster and stutter, smug as hell while Remus tries to form a coherent sentence.
Remus? Remus loves to kiss Sirius everywhere. Every exposed inch of Sirius’ skin is fair game.
If it’s Sirius, he’s going to devour.
And Sirius lives for it. Knowing he can drive Remus crazy just by existing? Yeah. He eats that up.
james who actively tries to tone down his excitement when he wakes up because regulus is not a morning person so he just says ‘good morning my love’ with a big smile and regulus who still is like ‘damn u are chipper’ and james with heart eyes like ‘yes i always am can i kiss you now’ and of course regulus reluctantly nods but there’s a small smile forming because maybe mornings aren’t so bad