Solmussa

“Potter. You have five seconds to remove yourself from my presence before I start to remove your limbs from your body,”

amount of boobs he’s already seen is alarming. He’s starting to suspect some of it hasn’t been accidental, which is frankly terrifying.

“We don’t talk about you, you arrogant dimwit,” Regulus snaps. The audacity of this guy. He’s absolutely fucking insufferable.
“Your loss. I’m very interesting in every capacity. Including as a topic of conversation,” Sirius replies, one hundred percent unironically.

Who’s the idiot now? How did Regulus miss this? Salazar’s cape on a pole. He should be put in boyfriend jail.

Shockingly, Regulus has developed a new appreciation for muggles. If this is how they heal from everything, he’s begrudgingly impressed. They are some resilient motherfuckers

If Regulus wants rid of James, he’s going to have to try a lot harder than that.

And oh. Oh, hello, fellow person with childhood trauma. He’s funny, too. In a ‘I don’t mean it but can’t help it’ kind of way. Which is the best way, because Remus does not like class clowns.

There have only been two exceptions. On both occasions, Regulus was drunk (so were they) and it was all rather confusing and messy, as one-night stands picked up in an East London club tend to be. Regulus doesn’t regret them at all. He regrets he can’t remember how he made them happen, though.

What makes certain songs so special? What are they laced with? Crack?

Honestly, this guy. How can he be so adorable and such a menace all at the same time? It’s doing James’ head in.