do you ever think about how james potter would definitely be the type of person to use the words without knowing their meaning, just like assuming he understands them correctly?
it would literally go like this:
james: reg, you’re so sweet! wanna be my sugar baby?
regulus: *chokes on water*
tbf tho, james is rich enough to not back down once he knows the real meaning, lmao
à la claire fontaine on ao3
Regulus is a ghost—one of those that no one is able to see—and he’s just trying to comfort his brother, and be there for him when Sirius needs it the most. But even now he can’t really do that.
just. dropping this here
after all that waiting, they hadn’t had very long at all, in the end.
By likeafunerall, and reposted with permission.
how deep is the marauders fandom influence on my life? might you ask. well, sometimes i randomly remember about the whole black brothers angsty storyline and just go hug my brother and tell him i love him
okay but can we all just Agree that regulus black was a VERY(!) clingy child. he used to just get attached to his elder brother’s leg and never let go until their parents came around. sirius, of course, did pretend to do anything and everything possible to make reggie let go (he was VERY fond of the idea that his brother needed him, sometimes it was the only thing that kept him going, made him wake up and go see regulus first thing in the morning (that is, of course, if reg didn't sneak into sirius’ room in the middle of the night because the thunder was too loud and scary or because of a nasty nightmare he had, hence was sleeping in sirius’ bed already)).
that being said, yeah, reg used to be clingy. however, that changed after sirius left him to go to hogwarts (of course, sirius’d take reg with him if he could, but he Could Not and for baby reg that felt like a betrayal). after sirius came back that summer he could no longer recognize his little brother. they used to read each other’s minds and now they weren't able to understand each other as if speaking different languages.
He raised his hand to a stray curl that had fallen forward over her face, pushing it back behind the shell of her ear. “I actually need your help with something important. And for it to work out as I hope, I need your trust as well.” A wry smile bloomed on his lips. “You will soon realise that I need your help more than I need your silence.”
I am so chuffed to be sharing this collage created by the amazing Naira for chapter 4, the prefects’ bathroom scene…
If that wasn’t enough, Naira is also translating the fic into Russian! 💜 Thank you!
james: it’s a shame how fast our childhood has passed
peter: yeah, i mean, when was the last time any of us was just unconditionally happy and, i don’t know, blew bubbles?
sirius: i don’t think i ever did that but i did blow moony like forty minutes ago in our dorm. made us both really happy
remus: he’s right
regulus: why? why on earth do you have no verbal filter?