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[mexicanpadfoot]

I FOUND MORE POCKET REGGIES‼️‼️‼️

I stumbled upon them on Pinterest but the artist is @bebyebeeh. There are a couple more on their insta!

If you know of more send them my way, they give me more happiness than most things in life.

[artachokie]

rip regulus black, you would’ve loved drowning lessons by my chemical romance.

[thecollectibles]

Art by RAB

[outromoony]

Transgender Regulus who becomes an Animagus and bursts into tears when he realizes his cat form is male because it finally feels like everything makes sense.

[myrows]

The power this trio has over me

[ecstarry]

@into-the-jeggyverse / exam / 282 words // @bloodbruise @del-stars

“Baby, can you relax?” James turned on his seat to look at his boyfriend. His hands tense around the wheel.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Potter.” Regulus scolded him. James had a soft spot for Regulus’ stern tone, yet he knew how nervous he could get in new environments. 

“If you’re getting all ‘Potter’ on me then we are not going.” 

Regulus glanced at him for just a second, his expression a warning.

“So she can hate me before she even meets me? Brilliant, James!” He switched on the music—anything to distract himself from what was happening tonight.

James stayed quiet, watching him, eyes trained on the way Regulus gripped the wheel. He waited until his knuckles stopped turning white.

“She won’t hate you,” James assured him.

“How do you know that?”

“She’s never hated any of my exes.”

Regulus rolled his eyes. “Well, that just makes me more nervous.”

James softened, shifting to the voice he reserved for moments like this—when Regulus was stuck in his own head. “She will love you.”

Regulus let out a breath and dropped his right hand to James’ thigh. “Promise?”

Gently, James lifted his hand, pressed a kiss to Regulus' palm, then intertwined their fingers. “Promise, love.”

When they were two minutes away, Regulus started mumbling under his breath, too quiet for James to catch.

“What’s going on, baby?”

“Nothing.”

“This isn’t an exam, love.”

They pulled into the driveway, and Regulus rang the doorbell. Within seconds, Effie Potter opened the door, beaming.

“Welcome!” She threw her arms around both her son and his boyfriend.

“Un gusto conocerla,” Regulus said shyly.

Effie’s eyes widened as she turned to James. “Oh, I love him already!”

[pakkle]

i need a fic where Jegulus are so into each other but they don’t do anything in fear of Sirius not accepting it but their pining is so embarrassing that it makes Sirius speedrun the five stages of grief to manipulate them into a relationship just for his peace of mind

[fircbolts]

⋆｡°✩ r.a.b ✩°｡⋆

[genderflouiid]

marauders as things my friends have said

barty: do you think that i’m a sunrise or a sunset?

regulus: i think that you’re a bitch

[regulvst]

BARTYLUSSS MY BABIES

[juksuart]

It’s very important to me you all know that whenever I draw Regulus, he’s trans. Every. Single. Time.

Happy IDAHOTB ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

[ddanthedumbass]

Regulus: Love at first sight doesn't exist.

James:

James: then how else do you explain how I felt when I first saw you?

Regulus:

Regulus: you love me?

James: apparently not, according to you.

[corwnvus]

Some more regulus content!

[wilmvandrr]

just existing in each other's orbit is a form of love

[drowninginthoughts27]

very gay regulus black with absolutely no sense of afab anatomy who meets trans james and instantly falls in love prompting him to subject himself to watching hours of straight porn to try and (unsuccessfully) learn how to eat someone out properly

[ecstarry]

@into-the-jeggyverse / crazy / 478 words

“Am I crazy?” Regulus said as he paced around Sirius’ study. He arrived unannounced, not more than twenty minutes ago. 

“What?” Sirius replied, for what felt like the sixth time.

“Come on, be honest—” Regulus collapsed into the armchair next to him, his head in his hands, “—am I insane?”

“I’m lost.”

“For thinking we can make it work,” Regulus breathed, still in panic.

“I’m still very confused,” Sirius mumbled, though he doubted his brother even heard him.

Regulus took a deep, shaky breath and finally met Sirius’ gaze. “Do you think it can really work?”

“Reg, it’s been working for what—five? Six years?” Sirius set his glass of whiskey down, his voice softening. “Why wouldn’t it work now?”

“Because love isn’t everything,” Regulus muttered, his face dropping back into his hands.

“What exactly are you asking me?” Sirius leaned back in his chair.

“Just… I don’t know, you always say love isn’t everything.” He buried his face between his hands. 

“True.” Sirius paused. Regulus wasn’t an open book—one of the many things they had in common—but God, how Sirius wished he could crack him open and read. He���d gladly reread the same sentence over and over if it meant understanding what Regulus needed right now.

All he could do was try.

“Yes, love isn’t everything,” Sirius began cautiously. “But I think it makes you kinder—”

Regulus sighed loudly, shooting him an annoyed look. A rich reaction, coming from the man who’d barged in ranting nonsense.

“Will you let me finish?”

Regulus huffed but nodded.

“It makes you kinder,” Sirius repeated. “It helps you look past all the dumb shit, the meaningless distractions, and actually focus on what matters.”

Regulus was finally listening. “Which is?”

“Each other.”

“Right.” Regulus sounded earnest, but Sirius could see his mind was still miles away, lost somewhere Sirius couldn’t touch.

“What’s this really abo—” Sirius started, but the words died on his tongue as Regulus shifted in his seat and pulled something from his pocket.

Sirius froze.

Regulus held up a small box, wrapped in soft crimson velvet. He didn’t open it. He didn’t need to.

“So,” Regulus asked again, his voice quieter now, steadier, “am I crazy?”

“Wait, am I...?” Sirius murmured, barely able to get the words out. He didn’t need to explain further. Regulus already knew what he was asking.

“Yeah,” Regulus said with a small, nervous laugh. “You’re the first to know.”

Sirius reached out, his fingers brushing against the box but not taking it. They’d never been good at this—touching, feeling at ease in each other’s presence. But in that moment, with their hands barely grazing, it felt... easy.

Finally, Sirius broke the silence.

“He’s going to love it.”

A muffled sob escaped Regulus’ lips. For once, he was the one who couldn’t find the words.

“Do you think he’ll take my last name?”

“Now that's insane.”