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palestinian children are dying of heart attacks and seizures during israeli bombings.
palestinian children have to get their limbs amputated in their homes by their own parents because there are no hospitals left in gaza.
palestinian children and adults are getting infections because of the lack of menstrual products and lack of access to clean water.
palestinian babies are dying before they’re born, or their mothers are dying before they can be delivered.
palestinian babies are being buried under rubble and have to be dug out by civilians.
palestinian children write their own names on their arms so their family will know which dead body is theirs.
these are just the children and babies of gaza. these are the atrocities just for them. there are countless human rights being trampled on by israel and we see it everywhere. i saw all of these things just today.
and yet it’s still a debate on if israel is committing the most heinous of crimes despite being heavily documented. it’s fucking ridiculous.
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5/5 😭❤️
#slytherin skittles fanart#regulus black#marauders#rosekiller#evan rosier#barty crouch junior#dorcas meadowes#pandora lovegood#harry potter#marauders fanart#jegulus#they’re everything to me#but as much as I love them#I’m so glad I’m done with this thing#LMAO
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Queen Dorcas has arrived 😌💚
It feels like someone’s missing….
#dorcas meadowes#slytherin skittles#marauders#regulus black#harry potter#pandora lovegood#barty crouch jr#marauders fanart#Slytherin skittles fanart#fanart#harry potter fanart#Jegulus#dorlene#Wolfstar#rosekiller
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Give me the wretched name!!!
BARTY CROUCH!!!! Junior😏
#marauders#slytherin skittles#regulus black#pandora lovegood#barty crouch jr#harry potter#marauders fanart#fanart
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Regulus and Pandora, 2/5 of the Slytherin Skittles🥰
Who should I add next?💚
#slytherin skittles#regulus black#pandora lovegood#pandora rosier#Evan dosier#barty crouch jr#dorcas meadowes#marauders fanart#jegulus#rosekiller#Wolfstar
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CW: talking about death, suicidal thoughts
“I still get them.” Regulus whispers, breaking the familiar silence between him and his brother.
Sirius raises an eyebrow in confusion. “Get what?”
“The dreams. Nightmares.” Regulus hums. “Whatever you’d like to call them.”
Sirius’ eyes widen in understanding, swallowing harshly before responding. “The ones…about the water?”
“About me drowning. It’s alright, you can say it.” Regulus mumbles, voice void of emotion, harshly reflecting his lifeless and dull eyes. Regulus stays quiet for a moment, eyes locked on the Canis Major constellation in the night sky, before he speaks again. “I think they’re true, whatever they are. I think that’s how I die.”
“Don’t say that, Reggie-”
“Accept it, Sirius. You’ve found your family, your true family, and I have…nothing. I am nothing.” Regulus chokes out. “If the war doesn’t kill me I might just do it myself because”— Regulus laughs—“I have no reason to live anymore.”
“In a few years, I’ll be nothing but a memory to you and that’s a fact. I think I was born to die young. At least if I drown, I’ll die somewhere peaceful.” Regulus faces Sirius again, ignoring his brother’s horrified expression as he smiles sadly at him one last time. “I’ve always loved the water.”
#pov#Sirius visits regulus before he graduates#sorry in advance#:D#marauders#regulus black#Sirius black#jegulus#harry potter#black brothers#james potter#wolfstar#sad#hurt no comfort#Sirius and regulus#regulus and sirius#MY BOYSSSS#i sorry#regulus gets visions of drowning
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“Can you show me your star again?”
Regulus laughs and shifts closer to James, wisps of black hair tickling the side of James’ cheek as he does so. James’ breath hitches as he feels cold fingers press against his wrist, gently guiding his arm upwards to the star freckled sky above.
“Right there.” Regulus breathes, presumably pointing towards the Leo constellation. James is clearly supposed to be following where the tips of Regulus’ fingers meet the stars, but he’s unable to tear his eyes off the lone star next to him, shining brighter than the galaxies they’re lying beneath. Regulus’ lips are slightly parted in concentration, his eyes wide with childlike wonder to match his boyish, tousled curls. James doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of admiring Regulus Black.
“James.” Regulus groans, letting gravity take hold of their arms as they fall down to James’ chest. “James, you’re not even looking.”
“No, I am.” James smirks, trailing his fingers across Regulus’ skin. “I’m looking at you, aren’t I?”
#this is so cheesy I’m sorry#jegulus#marauders#starchaser#regulus black#james potter#james x regulus#harry potter#cute
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“I’m going to marry you someday, Regulus Black.”
Regulus tilts his head upwards, his curls messily spilling over his forehead as he gazes fondly at James through his eyelashes. “Is that right?”
“Mhmm.” James hums, pulling Regulus closer onto his chest. “I have our whole future planned out, love. We’ll have our own quaint little house-“
“I do like little houses.”
“…but we’ll have a big backyard.” James continues, waving his arm animatedly in the air as if he’s picturing the scene vividly in front of them. “And we’ll make it a quidditch pitch, big enough to raise our own family of quidditch players.” He nods to himself before glancing down at Regulus. “Does that sound good to you?”
“Yeah, James.” Regulus whispers against James’ chest, smiling giddly and not even bothering to hide it. “That sounds good to me.”
#jegulus#marauders#starchaser#regulus black#james potter#harry potter#james x regulus#cute#fluff#so much fluff#angsty if youre a canon girlie#im a fanon girlie tho#so my boys are happily married#and have a quidditch team family#slay
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ILY ILY ILY
Happy Valentine’s Day!!!🥰❤️
#giggling and kicking my feet rn#you’re too kind to me😭😭😭#seriously TOO KIND#I mean it#I don’t know how to react to compliments#I’m sending hearts through the screen#I’m gonna cry fr#ILY ILY ILY
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Happy Valentine’s Day!!!🥰❤️
#jegulus#marauders#starchaser#regulus black#james potter#can you believe#a lesbian drew James’ arm#crazy times#I mean#look at it#regulus wearing one of sirius’ old shirts#they’re so#james x regulus#cute#fanart#jegulus fanart#marauders fanart#gayyyyyy
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“You deserve more than I could ever give you, James.” Regulus pleads as he pushes James’ chest away, desperately trying to run from the conversation.
“I don’t care what you think I deserve!” James cries, reaching out and tugging at Regulus’ sleeve, spinning him back around. “All I know is that I want you, Regulus. Can’t you see I love you?” His voice breaks as he brings Regulus closer, pressing their foreheads together.
Regulus whimpers as he leans into the touch, his prior intentions immediately forgotten the second James’ skin meets his own. “You can’t, James. I can’t.” He protests, despite not showing any signs of moving away. “I can’t. It’s not right, not for you.”
“It’s alright to love me.” James whispers, pulling back to meet Regulus’ glistening eyes. James wipes a tear from his cheek, Regulus was unaware one had fallen, and presses a kiss on the tear’s remnants. He keeps his lips there, warmth pressed against cold skin, as Regulus melts into his awaiting arms.
“Please love me, Reggie.”
#jegulus#jegulus angst#oop#regulus black#marauders#starchaser#james potter#james x regulus#soz#happy ending tho#they’re so dramatic and for what#love them tho😍
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You Owe Me Ten Dollars
“Good night, James.” Regulus smiles shyly from his doorstep, his hand slowly turning the doorknob of his apartment open.
James fidgets in place awkwardly, not remembering what is considered appropriate “first date goodbye” etiquette. Regulus appears to be in the same predicament, pulling at the hems of his oversized sweater before deciding to turn and enter his apartment.
Regulus stands still in the entryway with his back facing James, and for a moment, James thinks Regulus might turn back around. And he does.
Regulus twists around quickly, practically leaping off the doorstep and into James’ awaiting arms as he takes a hold of James’ collar. James only has time to widen his eyes before Regulus is pulling him down into a kiss.
A kiss. Regulus is kissing him.
By the time James comes to his senses and kisses back, Regulus is pulling away, smiling at James one last time before slamming the door in his face.
Time is suddenly meaningless to James as he stands dazed, confused, and hopelessly smitten on Regulus’ doorstep. The second his brain finally catches up to his body, James breaks out into a goofy grin, laughing and giggling to himself as he skips down the staircase and hops into his car.
James pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials Remus’ number, snickering as he waits for his friend to answer. Moony owes him ten dollars.
#jegulus#first date#AHHH#Remus bet Reggie wouldnt kiss him#BAHAHAHA#James giggling and skipping#hes twirling his hair#marauders#starchaser#regulus black#james potter#remus lupin#james x regulus#harry potter#cute#fanfic
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“Prongs?” Sirius questions with a mouthful of bacon, scrunching up his nose in confusion as James slumps next to him on the bench. “Why is your tie green?”
James immediately sits up in his seat. His hand goes straight to his tie, lifting it up to examine the color and cursing himself when he finds it green, not red. James suddenly finds it hard to breathe as he looks over at his friends, each of them curiously glancing over in his direction and waiting for a response.
“Um…” James trails off, trying to make up a believable explanation. “Oh! A Slytherin must’ve charmed it! To get back at us for last week's prank.” He nods feverishly, trying desperately to appear sincere.
It seems to work as Sirius makes a disgruntled noise, rolling his eyes as he reaches for another piece of bacon. “Those slimy snakes.” He shoves the bacon into his mouth, chewing on it angrily. “Don’t worry, Prongs. We’ll get ‘em back.”
Peter nods across the table in agreement, and the two immediately delve into a conversation about hair dye and explosions. James tries not to seem conspicuous about his relief, though a tap on his shoulder lets him know he was unsuccessful. James sighs in defeat.
He should’ve known nothing gets past Remus Lupin.
“You don’t suppose the Slytherins also pranked Regulus Black, now would you?” Remus whispers, nodding over to the Slytherin table. James follows his gaze to where Regulus is scowling, his face as red as the tie around his neck while his friends laugh hysterically around him.
James chokes back a laugh, trying to disguise it as a cough at the last second. He swipes a piece of toast off of Remus’ plate, taking a big bite before smiling sweetly at him. “I don’t know what you mean, Moony.”
#jegulus#remus lupin knows all#the skittles laughing at reg#barty is slapping the table#evans choking on toast#marauders#starchaser#regulus black#james potter#wolfstar#james x regulus#sirius black#remus lupin#harry potter
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Scholarly Acquaintances
“What do you want, Lupin.” Regulus sings monotonously, his gaze never once deviating from the pages of the astronomy book in his hands.
Remus doesn’t waste energy wondering how Regulus knew it was him, that’s Blacks for you, as he draws out a chair across from Regulus and sits himself down. “What?” Remus questions casually, throwing his school books onto the table. “Can’t a man simply sit and read with his friend?”
“I am not your friend, Lupin.” Regulus retorts, tightening his grip on the cover. “And you’re certainly not a man.”
Remus snickers at his response, not expecting anything less. “Alright, then. How about a scholarly acquaintance?” Regulus starts drumming his fingers against the book. “A study buddy?” His lips curl in annoyance. “A fellow literature enthusiast?”
Regulus huffs in annoyance. He slowly tears his gaze off the page, as if the act itself is a laborious chore, before meeting Remus’ eyes with his own silvery blue. He looks Remus up and down. “I find it hard to believe we have similar taste.”
“I think you’d be surprised.” Remus smiles, pulling up his book bag from the floor and sliding it against the polished desk. Regulus peaks down at the worn leather, raising an eyebrow at Remus before tentatively peeling the bag open and examining its contents.
Remus waits for a flicker of emotion, a change of demeanor, the smallest slip of a mask, or really anything at all. But as Regulus’ eyes scan the pile of Remus’ collection of muggle classics, books he has accidentally caught the Slytherin reading, he finds nothing. Regulus simply purses his lips, drops the bag as if it was filled with multiple contagions, and wipes his hand on his robes for good measure.
Regulus looks at the bag for a few moments more, before his gaze catches Remus’ once again. Regulus lifts his hand from the table and for a brief moment, Remus thinks Regulus might actually slap him, before he recognizes the gesture for what it truly is.
A handshake. A truce.
“Scholarly acquaintances it is, then.” Regulus concedes.
Remus’ smile could rival the devil’s in that moment, as he reaches to shake Regulus’ hand. He thinks he can see a faint glint of amusement flickering in Regulus’ eyes, but he’s gone before Remus can check, standing up from his seat and taking his books with him in one swift motion.
Remus stays still for a moment, allowing the reality of the situation to catch up to him. He chuckles to himself at the absurdity of it all as he lets his hand fall to the table from where it was still suspended in air. He wipes a hand down his face tiredly, and laughs. “Scholarly acquaintances it is.”
#pov#Remus always catches regulus#reading muggle books#so he confronts him#about it#yuh#regulus black#remus lupin#marauders#wolfstar#jegulus#starchaser#sirius black#James potter#Harry potter#remus and regulus#were besties
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Happy Christmas, Harry
A small, pristinely wrapped present resides in the trembling hands of Regulus Black. Though the gift was sure to be torn to shreds in just a few minutes, Regulus can't help but fiddle over the package, his nimble fingers smoothing over the edges repeatedly as if the motion could somehow make the wrapping appear even more perfect.
The faint click of a lock startles Regulus out of his thoughts, his attention now focused on the colorful Christmas wreath hanging on the door in front of him. A few quick clicks later, and the wreath is replaced by a giddy James Potter, leaning against the doorframe and beaming at Regulus like a child at Honeydukes.
“You came.” James giggles before pulling Regulus into a slow kiss. Regulus sighs into the familiarity, but as much as Regulus would love to remain on the doorstep the rest of the night, kissing James’ lips until they froze, he knew James was buzzing with energy for something else entirely.
With some unknown found strength, Regulus pulls away from James, one hand cradling his cheek and the other gripping onto the small present like a lifeline. James’ eyes trail down to the box and he smiles instantly. “For him?”
Regulus nods, his gaze flickering to the house. James nods to the door and raises an eyebrow, a silent question of ready to go in?
No. Regulus was not ready to go in.
He nods regardless.
James pushes the door open with a slight creak, stepping aside to allow Regulus to enter first. Tentatively, Regulus steps through the doorway, and is immediately flooded by a surging wave of warmth. He allows it to seep into his bones and wind its way through his veins, praying to some deity that it makes him appear kinder than he looks.
James closes the door behind them and presses a hand on the small of Regulus’ back, a calming gesture that reassures Regulus was free to move as he pleases.
He curses himself for appearing so obviously timid. This was not the first time Regulus had visited James’ home, in fact, he was over quite frequently. He had absolutely nothing to be afraid of. It was only James.
Well, only James and-
“Hello?”
The first thing Regulus notices about Harry Potter was how much he resembles his father. An untamable mess of hair, circular glasses that are slipping off his nose, and wide doe-like eyes that yearn for knowledge.
Young Harry stands near the kitchen, a half eaten gingerbread man poorly hidden behind his back, and frosting smeared along his cheek. He was a tiny little thing, James mentioned Harry was almost three years old, and yet Regulus could already sense his inclination for mischief.
Merlin, help him.
“Hi.” Regulus greets weakly, waving softly towards the boy.
Clearly curious about Regulus, Harry pads his way to the entrance of the house, his eyes squinting as he takes in Regulus’ figure.
“Who are you?” Harry asks bluntly, skeptical about Regulus’ presence and making it obviously so. Regulus breathes out a laugh.
“Harry!” James playfully scolds as he reaches down to pluck Harry from the ground and into his arms. “This is Regulus, remember? The very lovely man I’ve told you all about.”
Harry’s face twists in confusion, before brightening up with the ding of a memory coming to light. “Oh! Regoolus!”
“That’s right! Re-goo-lus.” James repeats, glancing at Regulus with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes and a contagious smile growing on his face.
Regulus feels his lips tug upward. “It’s very nice to meet you, Harry.” Harry flashes him a toothy grin, leaning his head against his father’s shoulder. Harry’s eyes dart curiously to the gift in his hands, and Regulus does his best to conceal the tremor in them, knowing there is no use in delaying the inevitable.
Feeling nausea crawl its way into his throat, Regulus lifts his hand slowly and presents Harry with the present. “This is for you.”
Harry’s eyes widen with childlike wonder and joy and the sight itself tugs at the core of Regulus’ chest. Harry looks up to James for approval, who nods encouragingly at his son. He takes the gift softly. “Thank you!” Harry grins, before trying to squirm out of James’ arms.
“Hold on, hold on.” James laughs, setting Harry safely on the ground. As soon as his fuzzy socks reach the floor, Harry is off, scurrying towards the living room.
Regulus is left frozen in place, utterly terrified and unsure of what to do next, looking to James desperately for help. James’ smile softens, as he reaches over and cups Regulus’ cheek, leaning in to press a firm kiss on his forehead. Regulus selfishly allows his eyes to flutter shut at the touch. “Hey.” James pulls back, cradling Regulus’ head with both hands. “You’re doing great.” He affirms.
James presses a short kiss to Regulus’ lips, places Regulus’ hand into his own, and gently pulls them both towards the living room.
Harry is seated in the center of a burgundy carpet, the largeness of it emphasizing the smallness of his body. The present lays unopened in front of him, and judging by his wiggling toes and tapping fingers, Harry is beyond eager to open it.
James falls back onto the sofa and drags down Regulus with him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as he pulls him close to his side. Regulus is suddenly hyper aware of their position, not wanting Harry to be distraught or confused in any way at their intimacy. But Harry seems to have other priorities at the moment, his eyes never tearing away from the present in his lap.
“Can I please open it now?” Harry begs, eyes still glued to the box. “Pretty please?”
James sighs dramatically, biting back a smile. “Well, since Regulus was the one who gave it to you, I’d say it’s up to him to decide whether or not you can open it.” James turns to Regulus, resting his cheek on the couch. “What do you say, Re-goo-lus?”
Regulus playfully rolls his eyes, but unlike James, he’s unable to hide the smile growing on his face. He looks at Harry, who’s staring back at him with puppy dog eyes. “Go ahead, Harry.”
Harry squeaks in delight, tearing away the wrapping paper with such joy that Regulus can’t find it within himself to be upset in the slightest. Once the wrapping paper is gone, and a small wooden box is all that remains, Harry wastes no time as he removes the lid and reveals its contents.
A small golden snitch lies at the bottom, remaining dormant for all of two seconds before slowly flapping its wings and hovering in front of Harry.
“Snitch!” Harry gasps, his eyes blown wide open as his jaw drops in awe. The next thing Regulus knows, Harry is screeching with joy, clapping his small hands together as he hops in circles around the floating snitch.
“A snitch?” Regulus tears his eyes away from Harry to James, who’s beaming with practically the same amount of excitement as Harry. “You didn’t.” James gapes, watching as the golden snitch slowly flies in circles around the room, little Harry scrambling to catch it.
Regulus laughs, bashfully hiding his smile behind the sleeve of his sweater. “I did.”
James grins devilishly as he pulls Regulus closer by the neckline of his sweater, kissing him hungrily as if buying a present for his son was the most attractive thing James has ever seen.
A piercing shriek breaks the two apart, both Regulus and James springing up in their seats to locate Harry, though it takes less than a second to do so. The boy is only a few feet away, jumping with unabashed glee on the adjacent couch. “I got it!” Harry squeals, bouncing on the cushion. “I got the snitch!”
Sure enough, in the pudgy fingers of little Harry Potter, is the golden snitch Regulus had gifted him.
“Atta boy, Harry!” James cheers, reaching out to scoop Harry into his arms. He curls Harry to his chest, presses a sloppy kiss to his cheek, and sits down beside Regulus once again. “I think,” James turns Harry around in his lap, “that you’re going to be a fine seeker, Haz.”
“Fine?” Regulus chuckles. “Don’t be modest, James. I can already tell he’s going to be amazing.”
“Amazing!” Harry repeats while shimmying off of James’ lap. He settles in between the space between them on the sofa, curling his knees to his chest and leaning against Regulus’ side. “Thank you, Regoolus!”
Regulus takes a shaky breath, trying desperately to blink the sudden income of burning tears out of his eyes. He looks over at James, whose face is full of nothing but adoration and pride, though Regulus can see tears threatening to spill down his cheeks as well.
Regulus wipes his eyes quickly, trying to be discreet, and turns to give his full attention back to Harry. Regulus finds the boy already looking up at him with kind eyes, brighter than the star Regulus is named after. They’re an undoubtable shade of green, full of wonder, innocence, and warmth. Just like his father’s.
As he looks at Harry, and as he feels the comforting presence of the man he loves beside him, in a house warm enough to melt even the coldest of souls, Regulus wonders how on earth he got so lucky.
Regulus runs a hand through Harry’s fluffy hair and smiles.
“Happy Christmas, Harry.”
#jegulus#jegulus dads#regulus black#james potter#marauders#starchaser#harry potter#james x regulus#cute#Christmas#yuh#I know I’m three days late#but idc#this is really long
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quick Reggie sketch :) ❤️
#jegulus#marauders#starchaser#regulus black#james potter#james x regulus#Reggie is bbg#he’s just so#he’s so#you know??#regulus black fanart#Jegulus fanart#fanart#marauders fanart#Harry potter fanart
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Do You Love Him?
“Sirius, wait.” Regulus trails after his brother, taking tentative steps towards him as Sirius abruptly stops in his tracks. “Are you mad?”
Sirius’ whole body stills, the slight rise and fall of his shoulders are the only indication he’s still breathing.
Regulus tenses at the sight.
Eventually, Sirius blows out a harsh breath and leans against the corridor walls, his head falling slack against the brick. His gaze falls upon the ceiling, as if only Merlin himself can answer the looming question he’s surely about to ask. “Do you love him?”
Regulus muscles lock up, not prepared in the slightest for the bluntness of the question, although he shouldn’t be surprised. He shuffles slowly over to his brother, giving himself some time to think of a response, before he settles against the wall only inches away from Sirius. “We’ve been together for almost a year.” Regulus murmurs weakly.
“That’s not what I asked.” Sirius huffs. Regulus can hear what he assumes to be the rapid tapping of Sirius’ fingers against the wall, but he doesn’t dare to turn his head to confirm. He settles his gaze upon the ground instead. “Do you love him?” Sirius repeats. “Do you love James?”
“I…” Regulus swallows past the lump in his throat. “I do.”
Sirius is quiet for a moment, but only just. “And he makes you happy?”
”More than anything.” Regulus answers with more conviction. He finds the courage to look over at his brother, not shocked in the slightest when Sirius does the same.
As their eyes meet, it’s obvious Sirius is searching for something within Regulus. A sign of emotion, an expression of truth, Regulus isn’t sure. But as Sirius lets out a relieved sigh and leans his head onto Regulus’ shoulder, tension practically seeping out of his body, Regulus assumes he found whatever he was looking for.
“If you’re happy, Reggie, how could I be upset?”
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