#regs life

[ihavea-natural-curiosity]

an actual conversation that i just had with my moms friend

me: yeah sometimes my friends will just turn to me and tell me “you’re so Sokka coded”, i am NEVER beating the allegations

Friend: is that why you love Zuko so much?

[ecstarry]

regulus cutting his hair shorter for the first time and james just an absolute stuttering fucking mess because god he cant even believe how someone could ever look that hot let alone wrap his head around the fact that he’s the one who gets to be with regulus

[always-reading]

THIS IS WHAT IM SAYING

[horrorosier]

give me arrogant, selfish, egotistical james potter ! i want him to think the entire world revolves around him and that everyone owes him something ! i want to see his carefully put together image of superiority begin to crack and crumble when things don’t go his way ! i want james who has never heard the word ‘no’ in his life ! i want to see james potter walk all over people because his success is more important to him than others ! i want to see james get put in his place so hard by the one man that it ultimately changes the course of james’ life and james finally gets a fucking grip on reality and sees the world doesn’t revolve around him ! and that is because the entire world takes form in the body of regulus black !

[answermywearyquery]

happy pride! 🌈 | sas: rogue heroes edition (insp: ½ + ½)

[foursaints]

fanonwise i sometimes feel that we don’t treat barty crouch jr’s relationship to his father with the amount of nuance that it’s given in canon.

i see more evidence for their dynamic as one of a prodigal son‘s unexpected betrayal, rather than him being openly defiant from the beginning. barty jr disdains his father more than he fears him.

barty’s character is more about being Stifled than it is about being Penalized, if that makes sense. he is a docile thing on the outside. for a counterexample: sirius continuously rebelled against his parents and was punished for it, over and over. barty is more the case of a child dutifully abiding with something spiteful and ugly growing underneath his surface, larger each passing year.

barty’s revenge, and his anger, and his suffering, are all quiet things: the secret burying of a bone, the forced muteness of imperius. barty doesn’t react when he speaks about his father or sees him in disguise. he admits to never truly considering him a father, seeing more of himself in tom instead.

this is more compelling to me than casting him as a sirius-variant!! it’s a slow type of resentment— leading to torture and ending in revenge— and i like the idea of barty as someone in Waiting. he’s the deferential mirror of a man he doesn’t respect (but never truly, not inside). barty jr was a son raised to take the place of his father: obeying to the letter until he suddenly didn’t, and finally usurping him in the most violent way possible with patricide. his father wanted an heir to replace him and he created a perfect one, in the most tragically ironic way possible!! this will always be more interesting to me than a barty who is plainly defiant from the outset— it flattens him!!

[aithusarosekiller]

Lily leaving Mary not because she doesn't love her anymore but because she'd never truly seen herself making it out of the war

She settles for someone simple and easy because she doesn't think she could bare to imagine Mary having to wake up one day without her being in their shared home. She doesn't want Mary to live with the pain of losing her so she tries to soften it by going back to being friends. As if it would make it any easier.

Unfortunately that choice is the one that gets her killed in the end. Maybe if she'd have stayed she would have made it out.

[lijeuxs]

jegulus shippers who hc regulus as taller are so mystical to me... like how does one come to be like that?

[calamitoustide]

is it new years yet? chapter two

“I’ll prove it to you!” James tells him, “I’ll fill you with so much holiday spirit you won’t know what to do with it.” 

Regulus finds himself biting back a smile and he’s not even sure why, “Okay,” he says, “My brother has been trying for years and he hasn’t cracked me yet.” 

“I have the special touch,” James tells him, “Trust me.” 

Regulus looks back over and for a moment he can’t leave again. He gets stuck in James’ eyes and there’s no way to find the exit. He’s just sitting here, looking over at him and everything else falls away. James doesn’t break the eye contact, he looks over too, his eyes gleaming in all the pretty lights. Regulus has to force himself to look away, pulling away to look out of the window instead. Only now really focusing on the lights around them, even though that was the entire point of this whole thing. 

As soon as he looks over at them they start going through a tunnel, surrounded by twinkling rainbow lights. He’s never cared for them before, and he doesn’t really care for them right now either but they sure are pretty. He thinks he could stay here for a while just looking at them. He could close his eyes just to feel them through his eyelids. Surrounded by a thousand little stars. 

As if he’s reading his mind James murmurs, “They’re pretty.” 

“Yeah,” Regulus replies, before looking back over at James, “Pretty.” 

[ultravioletbrit]

“notice” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 348 words

cw: implied sexual content

It’s 5:30 and almost everyone has gone home when Regulus knocks on James’ office door. James looks up and smiles at Regulus.

“Can I talk to you for a minute, Mr. Potter?”

“Of course. Come in.” James leans back in his chair. “Do you want to close the door?” James asks.

“I probably shouldn’t.” Regulus says as he closes the door, trying—and failing—to hide his smirk. “Do you mind if I sit?”

James has a wicked grin as he gestures to the chair in front of his desk. Regulus slowly walks over and sits down; James is tracking his every movement. The air is thick between them as they gaze intensely into each other’s eyes. James licks his lips and leans forward to put his elbows on his desk, resting his chin on his hands.

“Regulus—" James starts in a low, husky voice.

“Let me go first.” Regulus interrupts and James gestures for him to continue. “Here.” Regulus hands James a piece of paper.

“What’s this?” James raises an eyebrow.

“My two weeks’ notice.” Regulus says simply and James instantly sits up straight.

“What?” James asks frantically, all flirtation instantly vanishes. “Regulus, if you… if I’ve made you feel uncomfortable in any way, please, I—"

“I’m putting in my notice because I don’t want to fuck my boss.” Regulus cuts James off.

James eyes grow comically wide. “Oh god. Regulus. I never… you don’t… I didn’t mean to make you feel… God, I’m so fucking sorry…. You definitely don’t—”

Regulus smirks at James’ rambling but eventually saves him from his panic.

“You misunderstand. I’m putting in my notice because I don’t want to fuck my boss.” Regulus pauses and his smirk grows. “So would you like to go to dinner in two weeks? When you’re no longer my boss?” Regulus’ smirk is devilish by this point.

James is speechless for a very long time before they have a very long conversation and it’s a very long two weeks. But they finally go to dinner before Regulus fucks his boss for a very, very long time. … ex-boss.

[otrtbs]

there's a thing in the summer evening, when the sun goes down and the moon is high and full in the sky, cooling everything off just slightly, where the surrounding neighborhood kids come out and play baseball in a makeshift baseball field and everyone gets really into it. like, really into it. they have to bring their own battery operated lights for the field, they have bets running on the different teams playing (a few dollars, baseball cards, packs of gum, coins, stickers, yo-yo's, single cigarettes (how'd those get in there?) sunglasses, watches, candy, you name it).

and no adults allowed. not that they encroach on the fun, but the first game starts at one in the morning so who's got the time?

and since sirius left to live with james, regulus is shut up in the house and has to hear about the great baseball extravaganza from barty in a "your brother is on the james potter all-star team i've got $50 in the pool, we have to go to the tournament" kinda way. and regulus is like "my mother would actually kill me and explicitly forbids it but i'll think about it."

but barty shows up just after midnight on game day and starts throwing rocks at regulus' window to get him to come out except he runs out of small rocks and moves to bigger ones and gets impatient and throws the big rocks harder and then oops, one went right through a window, except this house isn't regulus' house. regulus' house is two doors down, it's just hard to see in the dark. so barty moves two doors down and finds some smaller rocks and starts over again until regulus comes out. scowling, but he's out.

and they start the long walk to the makeshift baseball field and it's hot and the air is sticky and sweet with honeysuckles. and barty and regulus talk. and barty buys regulus boiled peanuts and crackerjack from a kid's makeshift concession stand and they sit in the makeshift bleachers side by side with their knees knocking together. and barty manages to make sly remarks that make regulus laugh. and regulus makes last minute bets and watches the game, and starts getting into it, and barty smiles at the way he's on the edge of his seat, brows furrowed in concentration. barty thinks he even sees regulus clap once, and it's fun watching regulus, more fun than watching the game, even.

so fun that barty says he'll get regulus the next night to watch the next two teams play. regulus agrees, and they make this a routine and barty thinks, finally.

but then it's james' team that's up next and james walks up to the plate and does a trick with his baseball bat with a grin so-wide and a wink, and regulus' eyes are as wide a saucers for a brief second before he catches himself but it doesn't matter. barty's seen it, and knows instantly he's made a mistake. he's signed himself up for a summer of looking at regulus look at james. and he's doomed.

[incorrect-maraudersaandco-quotes]

Regulus: Could you make some ocean noises so I can get to sleep. Evan: Whoosh Regulus: More like a French beach Evan: Le whooosh

[ecstarry]

"The Lap Dance" Mature // 485 words

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. James had never felt as lucky as he did right then and there. He looked around and could see that everyone was cheering, but he was too fucking dizzy and horny to actually make sense of the noise. 

He was in a chair, a little drunk, and with a semi-hard as he watched Regulus slowly approaching him. First, taking off his jacket and throwing it at Barty who whistled and licked the fucking thing. 

Regulus was wearing a shirt, emphasis on was, because he took it off and James’ gaze watched as it fell on the floor. A shirtless Regulus was approaching him, he had never wanted this bad to be sober, he desperately wished to take every single second of this in. 

James made a mental note to thank Peter for winning that beer pong round against Regulus and then to thank Dorcas for suggesting this as the punishment. 

The second the tip of Regulus’ finger touched his chin, James’ cock twitched. In a moment, Regulus wasn’t just touching him, but he was on top of him. He was sitting on his lap, moving his hips, ass entirely resting on top of James’ cock as he danced to a song James was not paying attention to. 

Regulus took James’ hand and pressed it against his bare chest. Regulus threw his head back as he guided James’ palm all over him. 

“Are you enjoying this?” Regulus asked, laughing. 

James had never seen Regulus like this, letting go, enjoying himself. He seemed to be having just as much of a good time as James. 

The only thing James could make sense of in that moment was how fucking amazing Regulus felt under his touch. Regulus leaned in and his hands traveled all the way from James’ back to his ass. James closed his eyes and when he opened them he watched as Regulus held up not only James’ wallet but he had taken out a dollar. 

Regulus put the money in his mouth and grabbed James' chin. He moved close enough for James to take the bill with his teeth. 

“Now place it wherever you want, Jamie,” Regulus whispered in his ear. 

James was a stuttering mess at that point, but he would take advantage of this moment up to the last second. He wrapped his arms around Regulus’ waist and laid him back delicately, with his free hand he slightly opened Regulus’ zipper and placed the bill right there, before zipping it back up. 

Regulus let out a delicious noise, James wanted to get more out of him, he want- 

“Time's up!” Someone screamed and James was ready to commit murder.

Regulus patted James' chin and stood up. “Well, that was fun.”

James carefully stored this memory to relive it over and over again the moment he had some time alone with his hand and his thoughts. 

“Yeah, it really was.” 

[quillkiller]

thinking about my favorite mortal enemies regulus and remus

[juney-blues]

I should fire more rent lowering gunshots on here I think.

I'm thinking about how one of my friends had a whole twitter harassment campaign against her, because of some honestly completely fucking innocuous art she drew on her nsfw alt

and how, even though of course none of this was her fault and she deserved fuckin' none of it, she was, paradoxically, atleast partially in a position to be harassed in the first place, because her sfw online space was so broadly inoffensive.

how people who drew things that could actually be considered problematic, would never be harassed like she was, because the kinda people who would harass someone for months, over something that's only gross if you squint and *really* stretch your imagination, wouldn't be following someone in the first place if they were brazenly posting incest and dubcon and all that other stuff, out in the open with no shame.

just something i'm thinkin' about.

[here-comes-the-moose]

Crosshair, upon meeting Echo: You need a bodyguard? I’d die for you.

Echo:…