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backbak100 · 1 year
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Sirius (seeing James and Regulus flirt on a quidditch match): Uh Moony, you know what they’re doing? Why isn’t Reggie getting the snitch? ITS RIGHT THERE!
Remus: I think he’s busy chasing Prongs eh Wormtail?
Peter: Dunno but Prongs is to busy talking Regulus to catch the damn quaffle…
Sirius: Holy shit
Remus: Padfoot-
Sirius (materializes a megaphone): PRONGS STOP TRYING FUCK MY BROTHER AND FOCUS ON THE FUCKING GAME
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silverameco · 5 months
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the height difference between James and Regulus is cute, but the height difference between Remus and Sirius is ridiculous
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adharastarlight · 1 year
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Reg: *walks down into the common room wearing James' jumper*
Sirius: oh my god, are you wearing a Christmas jumper!?
Reg: what? No! It's a winter jumper.
Remus: Prongs doesn't own winter jumpers, just Christmas jumpers, right?
James: *malfunctioning slightly* you're wearing my jumper. He's wearing my jumper. Reggie is wearing my jumper-
Reg: *goes over to put his finger over James' lip, kissing his cheek* yes, your winter jumper, right?
James: *honestly melting* right.
Remus and Sirius: cheater!
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barb-l · 12 days
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While im on the topic, the seething hatred by a huge chunk of this fandom towards Vaggie is so baffling to me. I'm not saying I expected her to be popular. I'm not new to loving an unpopular/ignored character. But the way some of these people go out of their way to misinterpret her so badly to justify their very vocal hatred for her is just such a huge shock.
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mxrmaid-poet · 1 month
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fiendishfyre · 2 months
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Regulus didn't become a death eater because Sirius left, Sirius left because that was the road Regulus was taking, Sirius left because of his family views.
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klanced · 5 months
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sometimes i read through my own posts and im like wtf this person is COOKING!!!! like my posts are so good that sometimes i almost forget im talking about voltron
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lilyflxwers · 27 days
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james learnt how to knit so he could make reg sweatshirts and he’d leave them outside his door everytime reg came back from his parents house
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solarisburns · 2 months
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Dorcas knew something was wrong when Evan showed up at her door one night. At the start of the war, right before she graduated all three of her-the boys took the dark mark. She wanted, desperately, for there to be more to the story, but if there was they never told her. So when she found out she was furious told them all she never wanted to speak to them ever again, and the only time they would see her face is from behind bars or in a shallow grave. They respected that and before she knew it, its been over a year and she missed them like she misses a limb. but she does not regret her decision.
So when one night evan shows up alone, dorcas knows something is wrong. she nearly curses him outright when he asks to come in but he offers his wand to her and doesn't even flinch when she rips it out of his hand. idly she considers snapping it. Evan didn't look good, he was more wirey than before the war and he looked depressed. his eyes were red.
he came into her apartment and looked around in curiosity, right he had never seen her apartment they had stopped speaking a week before she moved in. he sat on her couch and she pretended not to be hurt about how right it felt to have him here. then he spoke, "We wanted to tell you, I swear we did but he told us that if you knew and someone found out you would be a target. You and marlene and your family. We tried Dorcas we tried so fucking hard but were losing and we don't know what to do and you, your the most powerful witch we know and Reg-" he rambled frantically and when he tried to say Regulus' name his voice broke and Dorcas was filled with this horrible sense of dread. She knew why Evan was here but she didn't want to believe it. She needed to hear it out loud but merlin she didn't want to.
"Evan, what are you doing here."
"Regulus is dead."
"Oh."
And the worst part is, Dorcas knew, they all knew that Regulus would not make it through this war. One way or another, no matter what side, this always ended with Regulus dead. She feels a stab of resentment for the dead boy.
"Were spies, we um have been for years. Regulus stole something from Voldemort, he uh he died to get it. He told us if he didn't make it back to bring it to you, that you would have the power to destroy it. It's with Pandora at the moment, we try to keep it moving so theres less of a chance it can be tracked, but we wanted to tell you now. I'm sorry. And I'm sorry I had to be the one to tell you, I know you never wanted to see me again but Pandora is telling Sirius and Barty the Potters." Evan was crying, and he was desperately trying to hide it. Then Dorcas realized she was crying to. They sat there and cried and cried, it could have been for hours the two of them cried.
She clears her throat and looks at the clock, "Marlene will be home soon, you should leave. And uh tell Pandora she, alone, can bring whatever it is over tomorrow afternoon." Dorcas wants to forgive them but she can't, not yet. And Regulus is dead, it doesn't feel real except for the way it's all too real.
Evan nods, "of course, whatever you need." he holds his hand for his wand and turns towards the door when he gets it, but hesitates. "I know I have no right to ask this, but Cas, can I have a hug?"
She's up before he finishes his sentence and pulling him into a hug "Sure Ev." she whispers into his ear as she rocks them, their the same height now, she used to have an inch on him. he huffs what might be a laugh. and before she knows it their letting go and he's almost out the door.
"See ya around Meadowes?"
"See you around Rosier."
And then he's gone and if she closes her eyes she can pretend that he was never here at all. That somewhere in the world the three boys are out there getting drunk and ruining peoples lives and growing up without her. The boys are spies and lied to her for years and Regulus is dead. She sinks down the closed door and sobs.
(She never does see Evan around, he died two months later)
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escapingmymind247 · 2 years
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hear me out here: james fleamont potter with not only his right ear pierced, but he wears a little hoop with a sun on it. regulus articus black with his left, and a hoop with a star. sometimes they switch.
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ratwiththetats · 2 months
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Shark conservationist/marine biologist rosekiller, where Barty does crazy free dives and Evan is the best at tagging the sharks. Barty got bit once and has a huge scar on his leg that he likes to just randomly pull out and spook people with.
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patrice-bergerons · 25 days
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Not to get lost in the narratives and such, but I think it's a wild thing to take a young player with fire in his belly who will be the first to admit that he was never even the best player in his junior teams made it to the NHL it's because he clawed his way thru via any means necessary, and to tell him, I want you to look at this example of all things beautiful about hockey, and do everything exactly as he does it.
And how all of that, instead of breeding resentment can turn into devotion. I'm thinking of faith and how Bergy will be the first to talk about all the ways in which Marchy made his game better, of two people who pushed and balanced and completed each other, who worked so well because they were so different in so many ways, two people who would suck at being each other. And what happens when, you say now you take over. Now you lead, on your own.
And I guess I'm also thinking of that 22 year old with a chip on his shoulder who was told: you will never be the best player on ice as long as he is on the ice, so I want you to be second best.
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no-names-work · 1 month
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Pandora and Evan had a secret bakery.
Nobody knew about it; they would always show up from break with sweets though and people never questioned how it would remain fresh.
Until some 2nd year did. So they said,”we’re selling drugs here Timmy. Don’t ask where it’s from.”
Safe to say that 2nd year didn’t eat their treats anymore.
But anyway, someone asked again so they just said they had a secret basement full of slaves that they forced to bake for them.
And rumors went around, and they only fed into these rumors
Like: “you stole them from Saturn?” One person would ask and Evan would nod sagely and say,”yeah. We fucked some green aliens and stole all their goods.”
Until one day they finally dropped it and told people they just had a secret bakery in hogsmeade people were like,”well why keep it a secret?”
And Pandora would shrug and say,”eh mysteries are fun .”
Yeah so that was their moment of fame, there.
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adharastarlight · 1 year
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James: *hands Reg a letter*
Remus: *sighs wistfully whilst staring at sirius* if someone wrote me a letter, I would keep it forever, my whole life. In some little box to get out sometimes when the memories were beginning to fade
Sirius: ha nerd! *runs off to write a letter*
Reg: hmm, same. Except if they hurt me, I'd burn it. Until it was as charred as their memory. *holds the letter close to his chest anyway*
James: ...should... I be scared?
Reg: oh relax, I didn't say I'd burn you
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todayisafridaynight · 8 months
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commission for a twitter lovely as a gift for another twitter lovely :]
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emlovessid · 5 months
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november 26, return, 134 words unofficial jegulus microfics with @onehundredflamingos
James walks back into the common room after his Head Boy rounds to find Sirius and Peter huddled over playing chess, Remus leant back against the couch watching them.
As James sits down in the armchair by the fire, Sirius and Peter are both too engrossed in their game to do more than mutter a quick hi, but Remus looks up to greet him, eyes going wide when they land on him. James raises an eyebrow in confusion, prompting Remus to bring a hand up to scratch at his own neck.
Looking down at his chest, he curses himself when he notices green and silver looped through his collar where red and gold should be.
“I should probably return this,” James says, practically tripping over his feet as he runs out the portrait door.
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