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Yes, yes, yes, moonwater spends a lot of time in the library together and they’re literature nerds… but—

I want them to be smoke buddies too.

I already hc that Remus self medicates bc he HURTS bro. (The Poppy Patch, yada yada)

But Reg picked it up from Barty and he just loves a good smoke sometimes, ya know?

One night as they’re packing up to leave the library Remus makes a comment,

“Damn, I could really use a smoke,” he groans.

“You have a pack.” Regulus huffs, “I’m certainly not going to stop you.” He shrugs.

“No, different smoke. A muggle kind,” He mirrors the shrug.

“Oh, cannabis?” Regulus perks up (as much as he can) “Barty shares with me sometimes, I thought he was the only one who had that stuff.”

Remus eyes him skeptically before shouldering his bag. “I’ll share with you, how about we go to the astronomy tower and light up?”

From there it becomes routine.

After “book club” winds down, they migrate to the astronomy tower and smoke, passing back and forth until they’re sated.

It’s just what they need in order to relax and let things finally progress between the two of them.

Regulus loves shotgunning

(WHAT— who said that?)

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Everytime I see something about Bartylus, Prongsfoot, Moonwater, ect. And the comments are ‘aww so best friends so platonic 🥰’ I start gnawing at the bars of my enclosure

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No hc has ever been as important to me as trans (ftm) regulus

It is my everything

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a fluffy modern au domestic jegulus raising harry fic that's all sweet and nice but the last chapter ends with "but the lamp starts looking weird" and it ends with flashes of canon as regulus sinks further down into the murky water of the cave

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the marauders group chat

peter: good night homos!!!

peter: *homies

peter: eh same thing

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"Poor thing." (condescending) (flirting)

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I forget more often than I would care to admit that not everyone headcanons Regulus as trans. I was reading a fic and was like "Aww Regulus got bottom surgery."

Girl-

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feeling called out today

credit: _ADWills

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writing tip: when in doubt, throw in a dash, a semicolon, or a minor existential crisis.

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i say jegulus-wolfstar to moonwater-prongsfoot, and now i raise you bartylus-wolfstar to moonwater-bitchkiller

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For @maladaptivewriting

From your prompt

Word count: 800, mature, slight nsfw?

James stepped into the room of requirement, closing the door softly behind him. He wasn't sure when Regulus would get there. They both had agreed that the room should be a place of comfort for them both, a neutral area. The room was simple, decorated in greens, reds, silver, and gold. A mix of them both. A bed that could fit three people on the right side, a fireplace on the left, and a small sofa in front of it.

James sat down on the sofa, the fireplace already lit and emitting a warm glow. He didn't have to wait long before he heard a small click, then Regulus was walking through the door. The boy looked around the room, a grin on his face when he spotted James.

“Hi,” Regulus said softly, sitting down next to James.

James beamed, “Hello Lovely”. He reached out his arms, a welcoming gesture. Regulus crawled into James lap, winding his arms around the other’s neck, playing with his unruly hair. James' arms wrapped around Regulus’ waist, pulling him close.

James leaned forward, kissing Regulus’ lips, a soft movement. Regulus responded by kissing him back with more fervour, more passion. James could feel Regulus pulling on the hairs at the nape of his neck, he groaned when Regulus tugged especially hard. James moved his arms tighter, pulling him flush with Reg's chest, the smaller man gasped at the motion.

Regulus paused and pulled back a little, “James?” He asked

James nodded, silently telling Regulus to continue.

“Do you think we can,” Regulus swallowed, nervous about something.

“What is it, love?” James implored.

Regulus' thought of how to phrase his words. “Can we.. spend the night together ?”

James smiled wide, “You want to sleep with me?” He asked excitedly. Regulus blushed and nodded, looking into James' eyes for an answer. “Of course, I do too.” James answered.

Regulus slid off James lap and stood up, tilting his bed in the direction of the bed. James hopped up, following Regulus.

Reg stood in front of the bed, facing James, and started unbuttoning his trousers. James’ body lit up with nervous excitement. He watched carefully as Regulus’ graceful hands teasingly undid button after button. He practically bounced up and down.

James’ eyes followed Regulus' as he slid his trousers over his hips, “Yippie!” he says without thinking and while clapping his hands. Regulus dropped the trousers around his ankles.

Regulus’ face deadpans. He looks up like he can't decide whether to be mad or to laugh. James attempts to stifle his laughter behind his hand. Regulus just falls back against the bed, sighing.

“Sorry my love” James chuckles, giving in and walking over to the bed.

Regulus holds a hand up, a singular finger pointing in the direction of the door. “Nope,” he says trying to stop from laughing “just, just go.”

“But baby..” James whines, leaning over Regulus' to press kisses to his clothes chest, then another on his lower stomach, and another just above his boxers.

Regulus sighs, closing his eyes. “I guess you could stay.” He reached a hand to brush through James curls. James kneels at the end of the bed, pulling Reg’s trousers all the way off, tossing them behind him.

Regulus sits up, his eyes drifting over James'. “I think it's time you show me something” he smirks

He immediately flushed, his hands on the hem of his jumper. He pulls it off just as slow as Reg did. When his jumper is completely off he throws it to the side. Regulus smiles, giving James a slow clap. “Wow” he says while looking James up and down.

“Wow” James repeats. “Your turn, love”

Regulus slips his jumper off with one hand, throwing it at James. “Trousers off, love.” He points at James, his finger moving up and down.

Then both of them are stripped to their pants, James standing at the foot of the bed, Reg sitting on the edge. Regulus leans back, hands pulling at the hem of his boxers. He slides them down, slowly, agonizingly, until he has them around his thighs. He looks over to James.

“I kind of want to clap..” James smiled jokingly. Regulus laughs, pulling his pants all the way off and throwing them at James, who catches them.

James puts a knee at the end of the bed, Regulus moves to his legs on either side, almost straddling him. Regulus thumbs at James’ own pants, his eyes blown out with lust. James just tilted his head, feigning confusion. Regulus rolls his eyes and tugs his pants down.

Regulus just stares for a little, blinking rapidly then smiling. James smirks down at Regulus.

Then both of their pants are thrown somewhere in the room, they tangle together, and they fall backwards into their bed, together.

(thanks for the fun prompt, hope you liked this)

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It might take me a bit, but I'm going to try and write it.

i need james yelling yippee the first time regulus takes his pants off

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The devastating difference between how much time it takes to write something vs how fast people read it lol

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ao3 should have a new button for exquisite fanfic called 'i can't believe it's not canon!'

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“every magic spell ends when the caster dies”

sirius has always known that. it was one of the first things his tutors told him when he was barely a toddler, and it was mentioned in some hogwarts' classes once or twice.

he sometimes ponders about it, how certain magic wasn't everlasting.

he witnessed it once, in his seventh year. the war had already started, and with each passing day, more and more students got black letters delivered, all of them mentioning some recently deceased relative. it was a third year ravenclaw girl he doesn't quite remember, but who always carried a fairy doll that her uncle enchanted to act like a living one. she always carried it in her pocket and let her out when she was bored or to show it to other students.

the day she got her letter at breakfast, she frantically searched her robes and took out the little doll, and it looked just like that, a doll. no more flapping wings, tiny giggles and fairy dust, just a toy. she burst into tears then, and was inconsolable for months.

it's one of sirius' most vivid memories.

it seemed so bizarre.

he prayed something like that never happened to him, because it would hurt. it would destroy him.

he was only given enchanted things by the people he loved the most, so he would know immediately if any of the different trinkets were to just go dull. the second it happened, he would know he has to face a reality without one the fundamental beings of his very self. it terrified him.

it was one of his biggest fears.

and it happened to him.

it was a thursday afternoon.

they had a rare free day. no fights, no funerals and no war in his and remus' flat, not for that day. james and peter were there too, an 'afternoon with the lads' they called it. they were laying on the living room, sprawled all over, bowie on the record player and cards on the table along with some beers.

he was on the way to the kitchen when he felt his hair falling out of the messy bun he did in the morning.

and, with a little clink, there was a metal star hairpin on the ground.

he knew then.

it was a secret, how he kept that hairpin. well, not a secret per se, but no one knew where it actually came from. only sirius.

no one knew he had the most horrendous time trying to tie his hair when it was long enough to do so. his hair was just as temperamental as him, which meant that they usually didn't get along. he suffered for months until that hairpin was gifted to him.

sirius didn't quite know how it really worked, just that it was charmed to make everything easier. he just had to think about the hairstyle he wanted for the day, and the hairpin would do it, shrinking or getting bigger if it was necessary, securing his hair perfectly and without much fuss.

no one knew that except sirius.

and regulus, who gifted it to him in his third year.

regulus.

his baby brother.

“every magic spell ends when the caster dies”

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