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imeona ¡ 2 days ago
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i was experimenting n messing around and that's how this unorganized jegulus sketch came to be, idk. christmas! + i identify as the snowman
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my-castles-crumbling ¡ 2 days ago
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christmas cards - 25 days of jegumas - december 19 - @noblehouseofgay - word count: 288 - trans!Regulus - warning: mention of past deadnaming but it's a happy fic!
Growing up, Regulus always hated the idea of sending out Christmas greetings. 
Though his parents were very selective with who they decided to grace with a missive around the holidays, they still sent something to keep up appearances and connections. And the knowledge that a card had been signed with the name he’d been given at birth always sent a stabbing feeling to his chest. Greetings from the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, the letter started. And at the end? Regards, Orion, Walburga, Sirius, and Regina. 
He despised it.
So when he’d finally managed to escape his parents’ hold and James mentioned happily that Effie and Monty had put him on the Potter Family Christmas Card, he balked, remembering horribly stiff letters and closing signatures that made him nauseous.
“No,” he mumbled, frowning. “I don’t…I didn’t want…”
And James just looked confused. “What? Why? It’s…I actually thought it was sweet, but if you don’t want..”
He pulled out a small card, offering it to Regulus, who took it nervously.
But there on the thick paper were moving pictures that made his body relax and his anxiously-beating heart melt. Shots of Effie hugging James and Sirius. Sirius putting Regulus in a headlock. Monty helping Regulus put the star on the tree. The three boys eating cereal at the table, all wrapped in horribly festive jumpers. And one of James softly kissing a sleeping Regulus on the forehead, both of them curled up on the couch.
At the bottom, it read: Wishing you the happiest of holidays. Love, James, Sirius, Regulus, Euphemia, and Fleamont.
Refusing to cry, Regulus just held the card close to his chest. “I guess this is alright, then,” he mumbled, ignoring James’s thrilled smile.
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loonyloopylupin96 ¡ 2 days ago
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Seeing anti-Remus posts is funny because the only conceivable response is "yes, and?"
What can I say? I love my troubled werewolf.
i find it so interesting how people act like "critically examining a piece of media" is the opposite of "enjoying that piece of media." rip to you but i actually find it really enjoyable and compelling to dissect and think through the art i engage with
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sun-kissy ¡ 2 days ago
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🧣 maybe james potter + “you’re already wearing half of my clothes, i genuinely don’t see how us cuddling will make this any weirder” with a friends to lovers...? 👀
thank you for the request! here's your scarf lovely :)🧣
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— "You're already wearing half of my clothes, I genuinely don't see how us cuddling will make this any weirder."
james potter x reader
tw: fluffy fluff, james is a flirt <3
“Hey.”
You look up to see none other than James Potter grinning at you as he walks down the stairs. He has one hand raking through his curls, the other fist pressed against his hip. A cramped muscle, by the looks of it. His shirt rides up the slightest bit — giving you an unobstructed view of his abdomen.
“Hi,” you reply, hoping you don’t sound as breathless as you feel. “Hi, James.” You sit up straighter, flattening the unruly strands of hair on your head and readjusting your crumpled clothes. Your heart felt like it was going to jump right out of your throat.
James lets out a quiet chuckle when he notices you forcibly trying to look away. “What are you doing up so late?”
He drapes himself across the other end of the couch, teasingly raising his shirt higher. You feel your mind go blank. You swear you’re trying to meet his eyes, but your gaze gets stuck on his biceps, glistening and chiseled in the dim glow from the fireplace.
“I… um… I…” you squeak, mouth opening and closing like an idiot.
James hums almost teasingly, less like he’s acknowledging your answer and more like he’s thinking about the lack of one. He looks at you with a hint of bemusement and something else you can’t place.
“Use your words, pretty girl.”
“Oh – um… I dunno… I’m just, uh,” you clear your throat with a nervous chuckle, desperately looking around you. Your saviour comes in the form of a book, lying half-opened next to you. Remus must have mistakenly left it here.
“I’m reading,” you hold it up quickly, with a feeble attempt at a casual smile. You’re flustered and you know he knows it.
“Reading, huh?”
“Mhm.”
James raises an eyebrow like he doesn’t quite believe you. “Whatcha reading?”
You quickly turn the book over to look at the cover, and he sniggers. “It’s uh…” you squint, the title in some foreign language. Remus and his stupid multilingual tongue. You open your mouth, determined to make up some gibberish answer.
“You don’t know what you’re reading?”
“No, no! I do, but um…”
“Let me have a look at it,” he interrupts, a hint of teasing in his tone. You feel the heat rushing to your cheeks as he leans over, fingers making you dizzy when they brush against yours.
James takes the book, but doesn’t spare it a glance. He’s looking at you.
His gaze flicks over you for a moment, expression morphing into a lot of different things before settling on a smile. “You’re wearing my shirt.”
You blink, surprised. You look down, and cringe – you’d meant to pull on one of Sirius’ ones, but with how messy the boys’ room was, you must’ve gotten mixed up. “Oh, god. I’m so sorry.”
He lets out a breath of laughter at the panic in your tone, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it.”
James starts to frown when your expression doesn’t let up. You looked so guilty, it made his heart squeeze in awful ways.
“I really am sorry, I –”
“Seriously,” he interrupts, softening. “It’s no problem. Plus, you look absolutely lovely.”
Your eyes widen a fraction, the compliment sending a shot of giddiness through you. James' lips quirk up when he catches the hints of a shy smile on your lips.
You’re saved from having to respond by a sudden sound, a quiet snuff from beside you. Both of you quickly turn to the source of it, the room plunging into a much darker light. The fire had been snubbed out.
The dip in temperature was palpable instantly. You hadn’t noticed how much warmth the fire had been providing, but now that it was gone, the chill in the air was obvious. You curl into yourself with a shaky exhale.
“There’s no more firewood,” James mutters, more to himself. He turns to you, eyebrows twitching when he realises that you’re shivering. “Are you cold?”
“Um… a little.”
“C’mere.”
You blink at him. “Huh?”
“Come here,” he says easily, arms opening up in invitation as he pats the spot next to him.
“Like, for a hug?” Your voice sounds unnaturally high.
James exhales on a chuckle. “Yeah, sure. A hug, cuddles, whatever’s gonna help you warm up.” He pauses, eyebrows bunching up. “Look at you, sweetheart. You’re freezing.”
You stay stubbornly put, heart thudding against your ribs. You gnaw the inside of your cheek hesitantly.
James lets out an amused sigh, rolling his eyes fondly. “You’re already wearing half of my clothes, I genuinely don’t see how us cuddling will make this any weirder.”
That cracks you up a little, and James is quite proud of himself for the smile he manages to pull from you. 
“Okay,” you mumble.
Slowly, you scoot closer to him. He waits patiently, not until you’re within arms length, but until you curl up to him. Only then does he wrap his arms around you, the gentlest touch his calloused hands will allow him.
“Is this alright?”
You nod happily, relaxing into the softness of his body. He rubs your back. Even if the cold doesn’t immediately go away, the uncomfortableness sure does.
A while later, you tell James that you feel warmer. He grins and pulls you a little closer.
san's christmas sleepover
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my-castles-crumbling ¡ 2 days ago
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fake - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - warning: canon compliant - word count: 160
“It’s…it’s fake,” James mumbled numbly, staring at the ink contrasting sharply with Regulus’s pale skin.
“No,” Regulus sighed, his face twisted into an anguished expression. “No, it’s–”
“It’s fake,” James repeated, insisting Regulus agree with him this time. He kept talking, cutting Regulus off from whatever he tried to say next. “No!” His whole body felt like lead. His heartbeat was so loud he couldn’t hear anything else. Tears flooded his eyes and panic flooded his nervous system completely. “No. Because my Regulus wouldn’t have–couldn’t have! He’s not like them.” he stated, not thinking through his words. Not thinking about the circumstances that could have led to the mark on Regulus’s arm.
But as he realized what he said, it was too late to take it back.
Because Regulus’s desperate expression morphed into one of stone. “Well,” he mumbled, already standing and walking away. “I guess I’m not yours then.” 
That was the last time James ever saw Regulus Black.
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notenoughdramaaa ¡ 9 hours ago
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Me out here building two insane timelines and fixing all the time-travel messes just ’cause nobody wanted to write a fic where Regulus goes back, saves himself and James, keeps Sirius outta Azkaban, and makes a whole new Voldemort-free universe so he and James can be happy. Like, c’mon, fanfic writers—you already let me down once. Don’t make me write my own Jegulus version of While You Were Sleeping too
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sothisart ¡ 2 days ago
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I’ll find you everywhere, in any part of the universe
and you’ll never be alone
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star-and-star-byproducts ¡ 2 days ago
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Sirius Black loves getting his hair pulled send post
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theonyxstate ¡ 1 day ago
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written by evan rosier himself
for his bee
Matching your freak is beautiful and all but what you really need is a boy who's infatuated with your freak. Down bad for your freak. Deeply intrigued by your freak. Eager to see more of your freak. Supportive of your freak. Gets bricked up witnessing your freak, even.
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ccccatttta ¡ 2 days ago
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one thing that i haven't ever totally agreed with is how some part of the fandom portrays sirius as this character that was born good and who has been against his family from the second he learned how to talk.
the tragedy behind the black brothers is that one of them had a support system who helped him see how his family's beliefs were not the correct way to go and offered him a safe space to run to when it all came crashing down. while the other was stuck not only by his family's duty but everywhere he turned was also filled with the same beliefs.
i don't think sirius was fighting with his parents about muggles and blood purity until maybe a year after coming back from hogwarts. i think he had the same beliefs, actually, because that's all he knew. he might have doubted them a time or two after spending time with andromeda or alphard, but at the end of the day he was a child, and children do follow whatever their parents tell them to, especially when there's not a proper and constant role model teaching them there is another way.
sirius was the proper black heir until getting to hogwarts, but deconstructing himself didn't take a day. i've read how he feels free the second he gets into gryffindor, and how with a single chat with james, he's ready to forget about everything his parents have spent years telling him.
sirius was probably spewing the same pureblood things his parents taught him, he was probably not happy about getting into gryffindor in the first place, it's against everything he had been told his entire life.
that's where the marauders intervene, he is able to have his own beliefs and realize that his family was wrong because he had a whole group of people teaching him and allowing him to make mistakes along the way without fear.
while regulus has been stuck forever, first in his own house, then in slytherin, and then with the death eaters. he also learnt about loyalty and friendship and what was wrong or right, yes. but he didn't have the freedom to even talk out loud about it given the place he was in.
their own personalities doom both of them. when sirius learns that his family is wrong, he turns defiant and outspoken, that's how he is and even if he's aware of it or not, he has the liberty of having a place to go to when things go wrong. regulus is cunning and thinks everything through first, so even if he learns his family is wrong, he knows he can't say anything, his friends are tied in the same world, and his only "protector" is gone.
that's the tragedy between them.
they are both the same, no one wasn't born being "good", one just got lucky enough to be placed with the correct people
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alex-plzhelp ¡ 2 days ago
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LOLLLL
Pandora: The floor's lava!
James: *helping Regulus onto the table*
Barty: *kicks Evan off the sofa*
Dorcas: There are two types of boyfriends
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my-castles-crumbling ¡ 2 days ago
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Fake - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 339
Regulus waited in the dark passageway and tapped his foot nervously, heart racing and palms sweating, rethinking his decision not to run. If he left now, he could probably get to the Slytherin Common room before James found him. Or even better, he might be able to pack all of his things and escape to France or-
“Tell me it wasn’t fake. That you weren’t lying.”
Sighing and resigning himself to his fate, he turned and locked eyes with James Potter. “What wasn’t fake, Potter?” he demanded, already knowing the answer.
“You said– you said–” James gasped, stopping and leaning against the wall to catch his breath after clearly having run there. After taking a moment to breathe, he inhaled and spoke again. “Earlier. When Crouch was bothering you. You said you weren’t interested in his friend because you fancy someone. A Gryffindor. I heard you!” James said the last sentence like he was trying to convince himself as much as Regulus.
“So?” Regulus snapped, sending him an uncaring look. Inside, he was panicking. James wasn;t supposed to hear that.
James looked like he was steeling himself for attack with the way he stood. “It’s…it can’t be…is it me?”
“Do I spend time with any other Gryffindors?” he retorted, rolling his eyes and wanting to disappear into the floor. 
James gaped. “I mean…Marlene. And Remus.”
Regulus sighed. “Any single Gryffindors, Potter.”
The grin that broke onto James’s face was nothing less than brilliantly jaw-dropping. “It’s me then?”
“Yes,” Regulus mumbled, looking away and wondering how he’d ended up here. Hiding in a secret passageway. Desperately in love with James Potter, of all people. The whole thing was both mortifying and terrifying.
But suddenly, one hand lightly gripped his waist, while the other gently cupped his jaw, causing him to look up into the most mesmerizing eyes he’d ever seen. Without even thinking about it, he moved to wrap his arms around James’s neck.
“Reg,” James whispered reverently, “you have no idea how much I feel for you, do you?”
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lena15-08 ¡ 1 day ago
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14 year old James who moved on from his crush on Lily to be absolutely besotted by Regulus Black.
15 year old James who managed to finally get Regulus to like him back, maybe even love.
16 year old James who pocketed the marauders map and put on his invisibility cloak to go meet Regulus in the depths of the night.
16 year old James who never told Sirius or his friends about him because Regulus was not yet ready to face his brother.
16 year old Regulus who falls deeper into the trenches with the absolute void that was James. He couldnt help it, James' whole presence required you to be absorbed within him.
17 year old James, spending his days worrying about how to talk to Sirius about him falling in love with his brother.
17 year old Regulus who is forced to join the death eaters by his family.
17 year old Regulus who loves James so much, that he doesnt have the heart to watch James hate him for what he has become.
"Obliviate"
18 year old James who feels a bit concussed as he went back to his dorm from the astronomy tower at midnight. He doesnt even remember why he was there in the first place.
18 year old James who gets enamoured by Lily Evans yet again and this time, its reciprocated.
17 year old Regulus watches as James and Lily spend their days filled with happiness.
Regulus drowns at age 17 with his final thoughts being that of James. Now nobody knew of what once was and could've been.
18 year old James, who has never really even talked to Regulus, feels his heart hollow at the news of him dying. He wonders why. Maybe its sympathetic pain, it was Sirius's little brother after all.
And that was all he was.
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fear-less ¡ 2 days ago
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could you maybe do james potter x some one who is strange and wonderlandish (kinda like the one you wrote for sirius)
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paring: james potter x f!reader
➥ In which, james is now understanding the term of love at first sight when he sees a not so normal looking girl wondering around the castle.
warnings: silly reader, fluff, james is in love, use of y/n, lowkey ended it on a cliffhanger bc I was running out of ideas
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It had been the same as any other day for James Potter—chaotic morning, disorganized afternoon, and who knew what the night would hold. The usual whirlwind of mischief, laughter, and the occasional near-miss with Filch had made their way through the first few hours of the day, but there was something different about today.
As James and the rest of the Marauders made their way to the Great Hall for lunch, they were stopped in their tracks by an unexpected sight. A girl stood just ahead, the very picture of contradiction and eccentricity. She was dressed in a riot of colors—patches of reds, yellows, greens, and blues—clashing wildly yet somehow coming together in a way that defied all logic. There were layers of mismatched fabrics, a plaid shirt with a striped skirt that seemed to swirl in a strange dance with every step, and shoes that looked as though they’d been chosen by a person who didn’t care to follow the rules of symmetry.
James, who was known for his casual but fashionable style, couldn’t help but be drawn to her outfit. He’d never considered himself a fashion expert, but even he knew better than to pair such audacious patterns. He’d never be caught dead wearing something so utterly mismatched, yet here she was—radiating an aura of confidence that made the idea of conformity seem utterly unimportant.
“Bloody hell, look at her,” Sirius muttered under his breath, though it wasn’t entirely in judgment. More like... fascination. “Who wears a plaid shirt with striped skirts?”
James grinned, watching the girl curiously. “She does, apparently.”
“You think she’s lost?” Remus asked, raising an eyebrow. He’d heard of eccentric students from the other houses, but this one was something else entirely.
Before anyone could offer another word, the girl turned towards them, her eyes gleaming with a strange, knowing look. She smiled, as if seeing them for the first time, but somehow, James had the oddest sensation that she had already been watching them for far longer.
“You must be the Marauders,” she said, her voice light and airy, like the sound of a bell ringing in the distance. It was both an observation and a statement, as if she knew their every move before they even made it. “You’re much easier to spot than you think.”
James blinked, his mouth slightly open in surprise. "And you are?" he asked, his voice a little more curious than he intended.
The girl tilted her head, her mismatched socks peeking out from beneath her skirt. “Oh, I’m just someone passing through your world. But, I think you’ll find my path crosses with yours more often than you realize.”
She gave them one last smile, a cryptic little twist of her lips, before turning away and walking off into the maze of Hogwarts corridors. Her steps were light, almost as though she were floating rather than walking, her mismatched clothes swishing around her like a kaleidoscope of color. Before long, she disappeared into the distance, leaving behind a lingering sense of wonder, or perhaps confusion, that none of them could quite shake.
While the Marauders continued toward the Great Hall, chatting among themselves as if nothing had happened, James found himself walking on autopilot, his mind elsewhere. His feet carried him forward, but his thoughts were still tangled in the strange girl they had just encountered. Who was she? Why did she seem so... out of place yet completely in tune with the madness of Hogwarts? He had no answers, but there was something about her that he couldn’t ignore. Her smile, the way she spoke, the sheer oddity of her presence—it was all so... mysterious.
"Oi, Potter, you all right?" Remus’ voice broke through his thoughts, and James blinked, momentarily shaken. He glanced at his friends, who had already started making their way toward the Great Hall, completely unaware of the strange moment that had just passed.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," James mumbled, his voice absent as he unconsciously followed them. “Just... thinking.”
Remus raised an eyebrow. "You're awfully quiet today. You were boasting about how you were going to charm some first-year by the end of the week, and now you're just... spaced out?"
James didn’t respond right away, his mind still far from where they were. He was still replaying the image of her in his head—her odd clothes, her cryptic words, that strange, otherworldly aura. It was like something from a dream, something out of place in the dull routine of Hogwarts. His heart thudded slightly faster with a sudden, inexplicable pull.
Then, without warning, the words slipped out of him. “I think I found my soulmate.”
Sirius, who had been walking beside James, nearly tripped over his own feet in surprise. Remus and Peter looked at him with equal disbelief.
“Say what now?” Sirius laughed, the grin on his face widening. “What are you talking about, mate?”
James’ cheeks flushed slightly at the attention, but he didn’t care. He was too caught up in the idea that had just dawned on him. “I don’t know her name, but I swear… I’ve never met anyone like her.”
The three boys stared at him, dumbfounded. James had always been the first to boast about his latest romantic conquests, but this… this was different. It wasn’t like the usual flirty comments or half-hearted crushes.
“Well, who is she, then?” Sirius prodded, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Where’d you find her, and why hasn’t anyone else noticed?”
James shook his head, a small grin tugging at his lips. “I don’t know yet. But I will. And I’m going to find her again. No one else can see it, but I can. I’m going to figure it out.”
He paused, as if gathering his thoughts, before turning to his friends. “Actually… forget about the Great Hall. I’ll catch up with you guys later. I need to find her. I'll see you in a bit."
Without waiting for a response, James turned on his heel, his eyes scanning the crowd of students moving in the opposite direction, searching for the mysterious girl who had already captured his full attention. He didn’t know what it was about her—her quirky, untamed nature or the strange sense of destiny he felt—but he knew one thing for sure: he wasn’t about to let this feeling slip away.
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As James was walking through the corridor, deep in thought about the strange girl, something caught his eye—a flash of color. It was a brief glimpse, but enough to stop him in his tracks. The bright, mismatched clothes reminded him immediately of her, the girl who had wandered into his life only hours before, leaving behind a trail of questions. Without thinking, his feet carried him toward the left, where the corridor opened up to the outside grounds.
He hesitated for a moment, a small voice in his head telling him to turn back, but his curiosity won out. This could be his chance to figure out more about her. With a quick glance to make sure no one was watching, he decided to follow.
His heart raced as he moved closer, and soon enough, there she was. She walked with a carefree stride, her arms holding something—James couldn’t quite make out what it was. It looked like a bundle of books or perhaps a strange collection of trinkets, but it was hard to tell from the distance. Whatever it was, it only added to the air of mystery surrounding her. James made a mental note to ask her about it later, curious to see what she might be carrying.
He took a breath and straightened up, trying to approach nonchalantly, like he wasn’t following her at all. He even threw in a casual little flick of his hair, trying his best to act as if he just happened to be walking in the same direction. But before he could get any closer, she turned—suddenly, almost as if she’d sensed him.
Her eyes met his immediately, that mischievous glint flashing in them once more. The smile she gave him was a curious one, not quite a greeting, but something else entirely. It was as if she already knew exactly why he was there, even though he hadn’t said a word.
James froze for a split second, caught completely off guard. He had expected to catch up to her, perhaps even start a casual conversation. But now that she had turned to face him, there was an intensity in her gaze that made his confidence falter, just for a moment.
"Following me, are you?" Her voice was light, almost teasing, like she had been waiting for him all along.
James opened his mouth to reply, but the words got stuck somewhere in his throat. He wasn’t sure how to explain that he’d been thinking about her, or that something about her was completely captivating. Instead, he just flashed her a grin, hoping to play it cool.
“Maybe,” he said with a wink, finally finding his voice. “But I’m just hoping I can learn more about... you.”
"Hmm, well then, James, I am Y/N," she said, her smile widening, a glimmer of mischief dancing in her eyes.
James blinked, momentarily struck by the sound of her voice, soft yet full of mystery, like a melody he couldn’t quite place. “Y/N…” he repeated under his breath, testing the name on his tongue. It was simple, yet somehow, it felt like it held an entire world of secrets.
What a lovely name, he thought, a strange warmth blooming in his chest. He couldn’t quite explain why, but it seemed to suit her—unusual, elegant, and more than a little out of place in the best way possible. There was something about it that made her feel even more enigmatic, as if she were meant to be a riddle he’d have to solve.
He met her gaze again, trying not to let his smile slip too widely. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N,” he said, his voice a bit lighter than he’d intended, like he was speaking a line from some grand tale. And, in a way, he felt like he was.
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fanfictionfiend7 ¡ 6 hours ago
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Not gonna lie I love this
sirius thinking that remus is trans because regulus acts similarly when he gets his period before they find out he is a werewolf
sirius: hm, remus is always moody and in pain once a month... just like regulus is. guess he's trans! better make sure he knows i still care about him!
cue sirius giving him chocolate and healing potions around every full moon, not thinking much of it and just trying to support his friend
remus, internally panicking: holy fuck he knows now i have to run away from hogwarts and never come back my life is over what do i do
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