Please Don't Hate Me But I Don't Like Jily That Much

Macaroon muchercogle

Okay guys here we go I’m that indecisive

I can't explain how happy i am when the "oh oh" shows up in a fanfic

I need this fic bro if anyone does it I will legitimately kiss u thru the screen

Starchaser fic idea

Im gonna explain starting with the stuff that happens BEFORE the fic takes place

James and Regulus dated in highschool, but Regulus broke up with James at the end of James’s last year because he was considering rejecting huge offers from professional quidditch teams just to be closer to Regulus.

James gets dumped and has no reason to reject the offers anymore, so he plays for a really good professional team. He is heartbroken though because Regulus never explained why he dumped him, so in James’s mind, he dumped him for seemingly no reason. Regulus is just angry with James for almost rejecting the offers and guilty for breaking his heart and he’s just feeling all the feelings.

Fast-forward a few years (still before the fic), Regulus and James are both professional quidditch players, and James is married to Lily. Harry is born and shortly after, James gets a terrible injury and has to quit right at the height of his career. The baby and James’s injury put a strain on his and Lily’s marriage, so they eventually divorced.

Now fast forward YET AGAIN to when the fic ACTUALLY takes place

Harry is a teenager (maybe like 16) and James became and Auror. Hogwarts is doing a career day, so Regulus comes to represent quidditch. Harry goes up to him to ask questions and Regulus is like

“Damn, you look just like my ex boyfriend James”

And Harry is like

“YOU. THE REGULUS BLACK. DATED MY DAD???”

Regulus is shocked but also immediately fond of Harry (mostly because he’s so like James) so he starts to coach him. He tried to keep it professional and not even think about James, but one day Harry says something like

“I asked my dad about you two, all he said was that you dumped him but that it didn’t matter. Then he just went back to cooking dinner”

And Regulus is just like. Ouch. I fucked up, didn’t I? Because James Potter only acts like things don’t matter when they mean the world to him. He still doesn’t do anything though, because he doesn’t know how and he’s kind of scared.

The final nail in the coffin is when Draco is picking up Harry from practice and they remind him SO MUCH of him and James that he just. Can’t take it.

Anyways he talks to James and they make up (and or out) yada yada old man yaoi (they’re both like 37) all that good stuff.

Thoughts?

(Also this goes without saying, but there will be absolutely ZERO Lily Evans bashing)

I was like "my autocorrect is prob wrong" and now I've just realized that soooo

oml I just realized I've been spelling "literally" wrong my whole life.

who was gonna tell me it had one T and two Ls not "litterally"

facts

There are just two things I know for sure:

1. James Potter wears hoodies.

2. Regulus steals them.

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Forever - @rosekillermicrofic - wc: 276

Evan leans against the embalming table, arms crossed, watching Barty pace the length of the morgue. The overhead fluorescent lights cast a cold glow over them, but Barty’s hands are warm when he finally stops and presses his palms against Evan’s chest.

“What does forever mean to you, B?” Evan asks, tilting his head. His voice is quiet, but the words settle heavily between them.

Barty’s fingers twitch against Evan’s shirt, curling slightly like he wants to grab hold of something solid. “Forever?” he echoes, voice barely above a whisper. His mouth curves, sharp and amused, but there’s something in his eyes that betrays the expression. “Forever is a joke, love. Nothing lasts.”

Evan hums, lifting a hand to brush Barty’s curls away from his forehead. “That’s not true,” he murmurs. “Some things last. Some things rot slower than others.”

Barty laughs, a short, breathless sound. “You would think about decomposition when we’re talking about forever.” He shakes his head, but he doesn’t pull away. “So that’s your answer? That forever is just how long it takes for something to turn to dust?”

Evan considers him for a moment, then nods. “More or less.” He lets his fingers drift down, tracing the shape of Barty’s cheek, his jaw, the curve of his lips. “I think forever is measured in what’s left behind. Not the decay, but what lingers.”

Barty watches him for a long moment, something unreadable in his gaze. Then, slowly, he grins. “Well,” he says, voice dropping to something almost intimate, “guess we’ll just have to make sure we leave something worth remembering, won’t we?”

Evan smiles back, slow and knowing. “We already have.”

pleaaaase tell me I'm not the only one who's too scared to join smth if I'm not invited

oml I remember crying in front of the mirror when I was 10 and would check the scale everyday

Is this oversharing? Oui but like, I'm better now

reblog this if you started worrying about your weight before you were 16

ily 😭😭

James Potter holding baby Harry in one arm, a beer in the other hand, dancing expertly in the dining room to the upbeat music, Harry giggling and bouncing to the beat on his own.

Effie trying to cook and wonderful Cuban dish for them, but Monty keeps getting up behind her to dance and make her laugh. Harry cries out to Papa Monty to dance with him, and he moves his feet with perfect rhythm over to his only grandson.

It's a riot in the house with love and noise and smiles and Regulus just leans against the door frame, arms crossed, feeling warm and content and so happy. This was his family now. His husband, his parents, their baby! And soon, his brother and brother in law would show up and it would get even louder and happier and his heart could just explode.

He doesn't stay there long. Soon James and Harry come for him, pulling him off the wall and into the dancing, even if he thinks he has no rhythm himself. James still kisses him and holds his waist and moves to the beat of the sounds of family.

why is this actually so relatable 😭

that one time i tried to read a straight ship on ao3 and made it 2k words in and had to go to the tragic gays

hey alexa play “i hate it here by taylor swift”