#arcturus tag!!

[uhhlifeig]

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Wolfstar coffee shop au

i LOVE wolfstar so here you go arc!

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The bell above the door tinkled as someone walked in.

Remus didn’t know who it was, since he was trying to get the stupid cap on the stupid coffee cup.

He whooped under his breath as the lid finally snapped on, and he handed it off to Lily. 

He looked up, ready to help the next customer, when he caught sight of the absolutely gorgeous man standing in front of the register.

He had deep black curls, and stormy eyes, and the rings. Oh, his rings. Remus was going to pass out.

“Um, hello,” Remus stuttered, blushing. He cursed himself internally for acting like a besotted teenage girl before smiling. “What would you like to drink?”

“What do you recommend?” the stranger asked. 

“We have a good Vietnamese cold brew?” Remus said, racking his brain for other things that the man might like.

“Ooh, that sounds good.” Mystery Man grinned at Remus, looking for all the world like an excited puppy,

“Okay, so. One Vietnamese cold brew?” Remus asked. “Will that be all?”

“Yep.”

“Great. That’ll be $4.68,” Remus said, tapping at the machine in front of him. “Can I get a name for your order?”

“My name’s Sirius,” the man said.

“How the hell do you spell that?” Remus asked, frowning.

“Like the star,” Sirius sighed. “I’d give you one of the many business cards I keep in my pocket for these types of occasions, but James stole them all.”

“So I take it that this happens often?” Remus asked. 

“Oh, you don’t know how much I get that question,” Sirius sighed.

“Well, maybe I do,” Remus grinned. “You see, my name is Remus. Like the mythical one who was killed by Romulus?”

“Oof. Do you think that says anything about your fate?” Sirius asked, leaning in closer to the counter. 

“Well, I don’t have a twin brother, if that’s what you’re asking,” Remus chuckled. 

“Rats, I was hoping you did,” Sirius groaned sarcastically.

Remus raised an eyebrow. “Why? Would you want to hook up with him?”

“Maybe,” Sirius grinned, batting his lashes. “Honestly, if you had a twin…”

“Well, I don’t. So why not go for the next best thing?”

“Who?” Sirius asked obliviously.

“Me, of course.”

Sirius’s jaw dropped. “Really? Verily much so?”

“Well, if you’re up for it…” Remus shrugged. He scribbled his number on a slip of paper and handed it over. “Here’s my number in case you want to consider.”

“I think I’ve been tricked, backstabbed, and quite possibly bamboozled,” Sirius muttered to himself, slipping the paper into his pocket.

“Ah, a man of culture, I see,” Remus winked. “Here’s your coffee, my good sir.”

[stolenorchids]

the marauders as shit my friends have said - pt. 3

Sirius - I'm not even straight

Remus - same

Sirius - *makes kiss face to Remus*

James - ayo!!

*Sirius and Remus kiss*

James - *wide eyed*

James - caught you guys in 4k.

James - ultra HD.

Sirius - you didn't catch shit, bitch

James - I saw yall kiss

Regulus - *just now walking into the room* well they are kinda dating you know *raising eyebrow*

James - *even more wide eyed* WHAT?!

[ecstarry]

"The Horse" a microfic based on once again, a not easy prompt by @sixlane and supported by @velanavis

“You named the horse?” Regulus questioned.

“Of course! He deserves a name!” James assured him.

“James,” Regulus scowled.

“What?”

“He’s a non-living thing.”

James gasped and quickly covered the horse’s ears. “You take that back right now!”

“Baby, it’s a stuffed animal,” Regulus said, taking the toy from James’ hands.

With a frown, James snatched it back. “I never say anything about Whiskers.”

“That’s because he’s an actual, living, breathing animal.” Regulus loved James’ heart, he really did, but he also knew James was stubborn. This wasn’t about the toy; it was about the ‘principle,’ as James had put it.

He acted annoyed, but Regulus cherished every moment with James—even the ridiculous ones.

“Okay, but Patitas has feelings,” James pouted, stroking the back of the toy horse.

“And how will you feel when Patitas leaves our home because it—”

“He, not it,” James interrupted.

Regulus sighed, “—because he is actually a gift for Luna.”

“That’s fine; I’ll visit him when Harry goes on playdates,” James replied proudly.

Regulus nodded, sliding closer to James. “You’re absurd, you know that?”

“Yes, I do. Now, will you give me a kiss?”

Regulus closed his eyes and leaned over to kiss James, only to be met with the soft fur of the stuffed animal against his lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but James quickly set the toy aside and pulled Regulus close to kiss him.

“I love you,” James whispered.

“I love you too.” Regulus picked up the toy. “Now, let’s go. We’re late.”

[the-person-that-did-that]

whats the name of that fic, where its jegulus fake dating at hogwarts to prove to lily that he would be a good bf, but the lines start to blur and they do romantic shit even with no one to see them?? an then lily is like, glad to see yo've matured, btw I'm gay, and regulus leave and is like, guess that's over but james is like??? over?? tf u mean 'over' and it was really good and long too

WHAT IS IT CALLED

details:

dates in the forbiden forest

marylily?? i think

first kiss against the greenhouse

reg was like, you cant just SAY you like men when you don't, and james was like, who says I don't

implied pansexual james but idk if he said it

i feel so dumb cause ik for a fact its super popular i just forgot the name

[popcornhee]

Tumblr first today bc ily guys (💀)

[soupdeewoop]

what if i said i fw rosestarkillerchaser

what then

[literarytired]

Sirius, who got told to act his age because he was too immature as he was constantly trying to live the childhood his parents took from him.

Regulus, who got told to act his age because he was too mature for his peers as he spent his life trying to be like the adults around him so that he wouldn’t stand out.

That’s my Ted Talk.

[lijeuxs]

guys this is my really really good high quality amazing 11/10 jegulus fanart

it took me years actually

[moonage-daydreamy]

okay guys, hear me out. imagine. james potter is an indian history professor who goes to the french archives for his research on french colonies in India over the summer, where he meets the archive curator of the Archives Nationales, dr regulus black, who never gives him exactly what he wants so they can keep meeting over and over again as james works on his paper. btw way their love language is highlighting quotes in the xerox copies of the manuscripts that they share because they thought the other would like it.

[stargirlslovethesmiths]

james and sirius are a and b, remus is c, peter is d, the valkryies are h, i, j, k and the slytherin skittles are v, w, x, y and z if that makes sense

[adharastarlight]

The marauders as things my best friend has had to put up with me saying

remus: okay I'll add it to my notes on you "if we discover vampires, would throw himself at them"

regulus: with my legs spread

remus: i hate you so much

[yourgalgremlin]

What in the Black family madness…?

• SOS: Walburga’s doing dark magic on a03 again

[decaffeinatedpaperobject]

some of you cannot be the age you say you are because the way you react to fictional characters with such anger is jarring

[futurequibblerjournalist]

The skittles at the beach! Finally got to post this after drawing it for a zine!

[popcornhee]

Sorry busy week, take these doodles!

1. Reg 2.&3. Rosekiller from @greenvlvetcouch 's new fic <3

[ecstarry]

"as if" a short and sweet fluff piece for @bloodbruise

“Do you like this?” James asked, pressing all his fingers together as he lightly poked Regulus’ knee. He poked twice, then spread his fingers, letting them slide softly across Regulus’ knee.

Regulus laughed softly, “It tickles.”

“But it feels nice, doesn’t it?” James questioned again, his voice almost tentative. It seemed like he was asking more than just about this small touch. Perhaps he was asking if this—the gentle touches, the warmth of their smiles, the way their legs brushed against each other—felt nice, too. If it felt as natural and comforting for Regulus as it did for him.

James asked as if Regulus’ flushed cheeks weren’t already an answer. As if Regulus’ gaze didn’t linger on James’ hands, as if Regulus’ eyes didn’t continuously trace the path from the boy’s eyes to his lips over and over again. 

As if they hadn’t memorized each other’s favorite songs.

As if they didn’t seek out one another in every crowded room.

As if they weren’t already completely, utterly in love.

“Yeah, this is nice, Jamie.”