Regulus Being Interrogated(?) By Voldemort:

Idk if you’re an Adele fan - but I was listening to Oh My God and all I could think was “This was playing on repeat in Reggie’s head when him and James were having sex again”

omfg i love it

One thing I love about the marauders fandom is discussing headcanons and stuff.

Because like… you can’t tell me I’m wrong. You’re just as wrong as I am. All this shit is made up.

And canon is a scary place to go and we would all rather be wrong than agree with r0wl1ng

writing sex scenes is really funny because half the time you're like omg I'm such a god, this is the hottest thing ever written and then the other half of the time you're like oh my fucking god this is the most embarrassing thing ever written by a human, I can't let anyone see this ever.

and then you do anyway.

i love the 'regulus gets hit with the de-aging magic' fluff fics but i need a fic where james is hit with the spell or accidentally drinks a potion. the cutest, happiest something four-years-old running after his friends on his chubby legs, so eager to hear about all the mischief they get up to at the big age of seventeen. he collects all sorts of flowers and scurries off to regulus in the great hall, climbing onto the spot beside him and proudly presenting them, totally unaware that they're the very same flowers he keeps leaving before his door in secret. will pout and latch onto regulus when sirius tries to bring him back to the common room, unashamedly climbing reg and wrapping himself around his neck like a petulant koala all >:'[ tear-fogged glasses

moonwater fucking and regulus can't string together a sentence anymore, but keeps murmuring "come inside, please, inside" like a prayer

james probably says “thank you god for this meal” before going down on regulus idk

"Poor thing." (condescending) (flirting)

whenever james feels the slightest bit of boredom coming up he always occupies himself with eating regulus out

(After James comes out as Bisexual to the Marauders)

Sirius: I thought you were straight!

James: *points at Regulus* I thought I was too until he went and did that!

Remus: ...You just gestured to all of him.

Someone needs to write this (please)

Remreg brainrot is just me thinking how well Remus understands Regulus' precarious situation? Remus would get BOTH sides to his struggle. And I just think about Remus, who always calls Regulus out on his bullshit but is always reasonably kind about it. This doesn't mean he's not capable of shutting Regulus down when he needs to, though. I just think Remus would get it faaaaaar more than others would.

And i think about Regulus who is so motivated to brew Remus' wolfsbane. Who waits in his animagus form for Moony to approach, to see if there's any kind of deeper awareness. And when he gets the confirmation he needs, he turns back into himself, his human self and finds a tree for them both to sit under. AND THEY SPEND THE REST OF THE NIGHT SIMPLY BASKING IN THE PEACE AND SAFETY OF EACH OTHER'S PRESENCE — Regulus with his back to the tree and Remus/Moony having their head on his lap.

And it's the first time Moony AND Remus experience softness... The kind of gentleness they've longed to deserve in that form. It's the first time Moony is touched with love and care. And to have Remus feel Reg's cool fingers brush over his wolf's body. Regulus spends the night, sporadically kissing moony-remus' snout, and the top of his head too.

When Remus turns back, it's just as painful. But when he breaks down crying it's not because of it. It's because someone, Regulus, had watched him change into the beast that's always lurked beneath his fragile hold on his humanity... And he saw, and he waited, and then he came — just as loving. That his star sat down with him, and spent the whole night lovingly petting through his fur. That at wolf form, he was treated and held so gently. Something he has never, ever, thought he'd experience. He was, in all aspects, himself, all of him at once present — a beast, a broken boy, a scared teenager, a student that yearns for a life more than what society believes he deserves. And with him, waiting, with hands that hold him so dearly, was Regulus.