#AND REGULUS AS THIS HOT UNCLE

[my-castles-crumbling]

Gay Panic?

First year:

James, casually: So my uncle has a husband.

Sirius, shocked: You can do that?

James: Yeah, I reckon so.

-

Second year:

Sirius: So I have a gay uncle too.

James, not really bothered: Weird, mate. Guess a lot of people are gay.

Sirius, a bit contemplative: Hahaha. Weird.

-

Third year:

Sirius, nervously: Do you ever want to kiss people?

James: Girls, right? You mean girls?

Sirius, even more nervously: Erm, yeah. Girls.

James: Yeah, I like Evans. She’s like…bossy-hot.

-

Fourth year:

Remus: So…I'm gay.

Sirius, having a gay crisis: Ohhhh! Erm, we support you!

James, also panicking, thinking of gay Regulus: Yes. We're allies!

Sirius, still internally panicking: Such allies.

-

Fifth year:

Sirius, freaking out again: So, you know how we're like…allies?

James, paranoid, worried Sirius saw him staring at Reggie: Yeah?

Sirius: Allies can have like…gay dreams, right? And still be straight?

James, relieved: Oh. Oh, yeah! Absolutely. I do, too! And I'm a thousand percent straight.

-

Sixth year:

Sirius, really having a crisis after Remus returned to school six inches taller: It's totally normal as a straight person to have a crush on another bloke, right?

James, still fully in denial even though he's been stalking Reg on the Map: Erm, yeah. Definitely. We're both straight.

-

Seventh year:

Sirius, having just kissed Remus: So actually Im definitely gay and I'm dating Moony and that crush and those dreams were all very gay.

James: Well FUCK what am I, then?

[uramakimochi]

Little Y/N coloring on her uncle Reggie and uncle Barty's dark marks, doodling over it and eventually they got her doodles tattooed to cover the dark mark :')

STOP THIS IS SO CUTE I ABSOLUTELY HAD TO WRITE THIS😭

LITTLE ARTIST

Wolfstar!daughter x Regulus Black & Barty Crouch Jr (obviously platonic)

Wolfstar x daughter!Reader

WARNINGS: nothing, just fluff, FEM!R, use of petnames but no use of Y/n, this is more of a story between Wolfstar!daughter and her Slytherin uncles i'm sorry, slightly sad Regulus but his beloved niece is the light of his eyes.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

It was another one of the usual days where Regulus and Barty were babysitting you, while Remus and Sirius went out with James and Peter for a Marauders reunion.

At that precise moment Barty was lying on the sofa, with an arm over his eyes, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth and his snores echoing throughout the living room. And even if that constant sound annoyed Regulus quite a bit, it didn't even matter to you since you were too busy listening to the words of your uncle, who was reading a book aloud to you while sitting on the carpet with you in the middle of his legs.

"So the brave prince took his sword and shield and, having mounted his horse, he went to the castle where the princess-"

"Uncle Reggie?"

Regulus froze when you called his name and lowered his head to look at you. You tilted your head back against his chest and looked up at him with your big, bright eyes.

"Yes, chérie?" he asked with a smile.

"Can i ask you something?"

Regulus nodded without hesitation.

"What is it?"

"Do you have any tattoos?"

Regulus frowned slightly, not understanding where that sudden question came from.

"No, i don't. Why do you ask?"

You moved between his legs to change position and Regulus closed the book and placed it on the floor to make more room for you, so you sat turned towards him to look at him better.

"Daddy has a lot of tattoos on his arms, his legs, his stomach and even his back" you said then and Regulus nodded, knowing his brother's tattoos well. "Dad has some too, but not as many as Daddy"

You continued to rock back and forth on his legs and with one hand you pointed to Barty sleeping on the couch.

"And uncle Barty has some too"

Regulus turned to look at Barty, knowing you were talking about the tattoos on his arms, the backs of his hands, and his fingers. Unlike Sirius, he even had one on his neck, which he personally didn't like, but it was very Barty style and suited him.

"But…" you shyly said and Regulus looked back at you. "But uncle Barty said that you and him have the same tattoo. Can i see it??"

Regulus felt his heart skip a beat when he heard those words and his body tensed, but you didn't notice. He remained silent for a few seconds, thinking about what to say to you and you continued to look at him patiently, waiting for his response.

Barty had told you about the Death Eater mark. Oh, how could he have been so stupid?! Neither Regulus nor your parents wanted to introduce you to the world of dark magic, your innocence needed to be preserved for as long as possible. And both your parents and Regulus knew what you were like: if you found out why Regulus and Barty had the Dark Mark you would be worried sick about them and they didn't want to scare you.

"I don't think you'd like it" your uncle murmured, trying not to say too much.

"Why?" you asked back, tilting your head to the side. "Is it ugly?"

Yes, it's hideous. And it burns on my skin like a hot iron. If only i had the courage i would cut it off with a knife.

"No" Regulus shook his head. "I just don't like it anymore"

After he and Barty found the courage to leave the Death Eaters, Regulus obviously regretted letting them mark his skin with that horrible figure. But years had passed and now he hardly thought about it anymore. But he never truly forgot.

"I'm sure it looks nice" you replied, flashing him an innocent smile. "Come on uncle Reggie, can i see it?? Please!"

"Chérie..."

"Just this once uncle Reggie, i swear. Pleaseee"

Regulus looked into your eyes intently, deciding what to do. He saw you making sweet eyes at him, with your hands clasped in prayer and he knew that it was now impossible to refuse your request.

So, with a sigh and his heart pounding with anxiety, he stretched his arm forward and then lifted the sleeve of his shirt, showing you the mark on his arm.

You opened your eyes wide and paused to look at the skull and the snake weaving beneath it that were tattooed on his arm, the black ink contrasting sharply with his pale skin.

Regulus looked at you silently, fearing your reaction. Not that you had any idea what that mark was, but he was still worried.

"Oooh" you murmured, then lifting your head towards Regulus. “So uncle Barty has this tattoo too?”

Regulus nodded slowly, trying to smile at you. "He has it on his arm too. Like me"

"Why a skull and a snake?"

"Because we like skulls and snakes"

"Did it hurt when you did it?"

Yes.

"No, sweetheart"

"And why did you get the same tattoo?"

Regulus looked at you tilting hid head with a small smirk.

"You are much more curious than usual today, aren't you?" he said and you giggled sheepishly.

Then he let out another sigh and he looked down at your little feet, his smile falling to make room for a sadder expression.

"We got it when we were younger. We were too stupid and now we regret it"

He wasn't going to explain that he and Barty had been part of a group of murderous dark wizards, but that was the gist of it.

"Don't say that! You and uncle Barty are not stupid!" you immediately retorted and Regulus looked back at you with an amused smile.

"Chérie, you can't understand" he tried to say, but you shook your head stubbornly and looked into his eyes intensely.

"I don't care. Just because you got a tattoo you don't like anymore doesn't mean you're stupid. So don't say that anymore, uncle Reggie. Okay?"

Regulus looked at you with a soft look and after a few seconds he nodded in surrender, knowing that it was impossible to argue with you. You had taken on all of Sirius' stubbornness and it showed.

Then a loud yawn rang through the living room and you and Regulus turned to Barty, who was slowly sitting up on the couch.

"What are you two talking about?" he muttered, stretching his arms upwards to stretch awkwardly.

You jumped up to run to him.

"Uncle Barty, uncle Barty, can i see your tattoo??” you asked frantically.

Junior fixed his hair with one hand, letting out another yawn. "Haven't i already shown you my tattoos a thousand times, little viper?"

You climbed up next to him on the couch and held onto his shoulder, shaking him slightly. "No, i mean the one with the skull and the snake. The one you and uncle Reggie have on your arms!"

Barty glanced at Regulus, who looked back silently then looked at the book he had left on the carpet. They would've talked about it later.

But unlike Regulus, Barty had no problem lifting the sleeve of his sweatshirt and showing you the mark on his skin that was identical to Regulus'. You stopped to look at him, with your hands resting on his thin arm and running your finger over the black lines.

"It's ugly, right?" Barty asked and you lifted your head towards him. "Does it scare you?"

But you shook your head.

"Why would it scare me?" you asked him, confused by his words.

Your father always bragged about all the tattoos that decorated his body. Why did Barty and Regulus seem to hate that tattoo instead?

But then an idea came to your mind.

"Oh, now i understand!" you suddenly exclaimed, making the two men jump.

You got off the couch and ran out of the living room, under the confused gaze of your uncles. A few seconds later you returned to the living room holding your trusted pack of colored markers that Lily had given you and that you were very fond of.

You returned to kneel next to Barty, who still had his arm exposed and you took out a red marker, then removed the cap. But before you could touch his skin with the tip, Barty stopped your hand.

"Hey hey hey what do you think you're doing with that, little viper?" he asked skeptically.

You smiled at him. "I want to color your tattoo, uncle Barty"

"And why is that...?"

"Because it'll become more pretty this way. So you and uncle Reggie can't say it's ugly anymore"

Barty frowned, while Regulus' eyes opened slightly in surprise. You shook Barty's arm again.

"Uncle Barty, can i color your tattoo, please?" you asked him.

Junior let out a sigh but then smirked and extended his arm towards you, resting it on your lap. "Give vent to your artistic streak, baby"

You smiled happily and wasted no time coloring his tattoo, under the watchful gaze of him and Regulus. Then you took another color and began to draw other shapes over and around his one.

"What are you drawing sweetheart?" Regulus asked you, looking at you from the carpet.

"I'm doing some butterflies and flowers" you replied in a focused tone, not looking up from Barty’s arm.

"I don't like butterflies" said the latter. "They're stupid"

You lifted your head to look at him and Regulus glared at him.

"They're not stupid" you replied calmly, not offended by his words, as you were used to Barty's language. "They are pretty and colourful"

"Nah. Better spiders and scorpions"

"Ew. I don't like spiders" you said with a grimace of disgust, then went back to work.

Barty chuckled, but made no move to stop you from continuing your job. He didn't like butterflies, but he would have had his entire body filled with stupid colorful butterflies if you had just asked him. Compared to Regulus, he was rougher and even a bit weirder, but Junior was just as protective as Regulus and would've done anything for you. Anything.

After a few minutes you were done and after putting the cap back on the marker, you took Barty's wrist and lifted his arm, showing it to Regulus.

"Ta-da! Do you like it?"

"It's beautiful darling" Regulus said with a tender smile.

"You're a real artist my little viper" Barty continued, ruffling your hair and making you smile proudly. "I can't wait to show everyone this masterpiece"

You got off the couch and walked back to Regulus, clutching the box of markers in your hands.

"Uncle Reggie, can i color your tattoo too?" you asked, rocking on your heels. "Maybe you'll like it more with some colors"

Regulus smiled as his heart swelled: he loved your sweetness and your innocence and he knew that despite the age gap that separated you, he could always feel safe with you, because you never judged him. You still couldn't realize it, but since Remus and Sirius had taken you in, you had become not only his beloved niece, but also Regulus's safe place.

"Of course chérie" Regulus nodded, rolling up again the sleeve of his marked arm.

You wasted no time in sitting between his crossed legs again and brought his arm into your lap, picking up a marker and starting to color. Regulus admired you coloring his mark, not caring that you were going outside the edges and then you started drawing something else, like you had done with Barty. But on Regulus' skin, instead of butterflies and colorful flowers, you had chosen to draw the moon, the sun and planets surrounded by many stars.

Regulus almost felt his eyes watering but managed to hold back the tears, especially since Barty was still there. So he limited himself to giving you a small kiss on the head, leaving his lips pressed to your hair for a few seconds, while you continued with your work, humming a melody invented on the moment. 

A few days later, Regulus and Barty came to visit Sirius and Remus and you and stayed for dinner (even though your parents would have preferred just Regulus to be there, but obviously they're joking).

"Come here sweetheart" Regulus called to you, inviting you to come closer with a wave of his hand. "I want to show you something"

You immediately got off Sirius' lap to go over to him and Barty, who were sitting on the other sofa, curious as ever.

Regulus lifted his sleeve, revealing his Dark Mark and you let out a gasp. Remus and Sirius frowned at the other two men, not too happy that you were aware of the mark, even if you didn't know the dark truth behind it. But before they could say anything in protest, they also noticed with shock what was on Regulus' arm.

You raised your head to look at your uncle with wide eyes. "Is this my drawing??"

Regulus nodded with a smile and you immediately rubbed your hand up and down his arm and your mouth fell open as you realized that the drawings of planets you had made on his skin weren't going away.

You didn't remember it precisely but Regulus did, and every single detail of the drawings you had done on him a few days before had been tattooed on his skin.

"It's a new tattoo, baby" Barty continued, noticing your confused eyes. "Look"

He lifted his sleeve, showing his mark and to your amazement you and your parents saw that his arm was full of colorful butterflies and flowers.

"I'm not understanding..." Remus murmured in confusion, alternating his gaze from Regulus to Barty.

"There is nothing difficult to understand, Lupin" Junior retorted. "My little viper here improved our tattoos because we didn't like them. This design suits my style much more, don't you think?"

"I love them!" you exclaimed with a toothy grin, bouncing in place. "I'm happy you like them more now!"

Regulus chuckled at your enthusiasm and leaned over to give you a hug, which you immediately returned. "It was thanks to you, chérie"

"Next time i want to get a new tattoo i'll ask you again, baby" Barty said looking at you with a smirk and you nodded frantically.

"Sure!"

Both Sirius and Remus stood up to take a closer look at what the other two had gotten tattooed. And they had to admit that both you and the tattoo artist had done a great job. The mark was hardly visible under all those drawings that came from your imagination.

"Reggie..." Sirius murmured then, catching his brother's attention. But Regulus gave him a smile when he saw his slightly sad look.

"Don't worry, Sirius. I'm fine" he said softly, not wanting you to know what they were talking about. "Thanks to what she did now i know that i can leave it all behind and forget"

Both Black brothers watched you admire the flowers decorating Barty's arm with a proud smile, along with Remus.

"I thought you hated butterflies, Barty" the latter said with an arrogant smirk equal to the tone Junior had used with him earlier.

"Shut your mouth Lupin. You cannot understand the meaning of this work of art"

Sirius placed a hand on Regulus' shoulder and squeezed it in comfort, before walking up behind you and lifting you into his arms, making you squeal in surprise.

"Ahh i can't believe my daughter did a tattoo for her uncles, especially for Barty?? Before your own dad?? This is not fair!" Sirius exclaimed dramatically, spinning in circles and making you laugh while Junior rolled his eyes.

When he stopped he looked intently into your eyes, nuzzling his nose against your soft cheek. "We need to fix this right away, young lady. You'll design a tattoo for me too now, right?"

And you nodded without hesitation.

"I'd love to, daddy!"

[lunnarizz]

Jegulus raising Harry Christmas Special ig?

The cottage in Godric’s Hollow was warm and cozy, filled with the soft glow of Christmas lights. Harry, barely three, struggled to hang an ornament on the tree.

“Careful,” Regulus said, steadying the boy’s hand. “That star sings, you know.”

“It does?” Harry whispered, his eyes wide.

From the kitchen, James appeared with a tray of hot chocolates. “How’s my favorite troublemaker doing?”

“Uncle Reg is helping!” Harry beamed.

James smirked. “Uncle Reg likes to pretend he doesn’t love Christmas.”

Regulus rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his smile. “Someone has to keep this chaos organized.”

With Harry’s final touch, the enchanted star lit up the tree. He clapped his hands, grinning. “Best tree ever!”

Later, curled on the couch with Harry asleep between them, James leaned toward Regulus. “You know, I never thought Christmas could feel this... whole.”

Regulus laced their fingers together. “Merry Christmas, James.”

Outside, the snow fell silently, peace settling over their little family.

[kaqtusm]

Working in customer service made me hate people even more than before

Anyway here's some Sirius Black bakery au headcanons

Sirius Owns the Bakery… Technically

He inherited it from some eccentric relative (uncle Alphard), but he has no idea how to bake. He hired Remus to do the actual baking and pretends he’s “creative director.”

The Menu Is Chaotic and Petty

Sirius names pastries after people he likes and especially people he hates.

“Moony Buns” (Remus’s cinnamon rolls, obviously, and they're always sold out)

“Snape's Sourdough” – looks great but is purposefully bland and a little bitter.

“James's Jelly-Filled Joys” – half donut, half ego.

“Regulus’s Existential Crumb Cake” – mysterious, dense, and a little sad.

Sirius Flirts with Every Customer

But it backfires constantly.

“Did it hurt? When you fell… into this bakery and ordered scone of regret?”

Remus: without looking up “She’s wearing a wedding ring, Sirius.”

Sirius: “Maybe her husband doesn’t make lemon tarts like I do.”

Regulus Works the Morning Shift

Grumpier than burnt coffee and refuses to wear the "If You Knead Me, I’m in the Kitchen" apron Sirius made him. He bakes perfect French patisserie while actively plotting fratricide.

Remus Is the Pastry Dad

Wakes up at 4 a.m., has flour in his hair 24/7, and communicates in sighs. He’s the reason the bakery has five-star reviews and a cult following. Also absolutely immune to Sirius's drama… or so he claims.

Peter Handles the Register

He is suspiciously good at upselling.

“Would you like a cupcake with that?”

“No thanks.”

“You will like a cupcake with that.”

“...Okay.”

The Health Inspector Is Hot and Sirius Is Panicking

Remus: “You’re cleaning because the inspector is coming?”

Sirius: “I’m cleaning because he had biceps and a clipboard. And I’m gay, Moony. Not uncivilized.”

[lulublack90]

Prompt 6 - Funeral

@wolfstarmicrofic May 6, word count 693

Sirius hadn’t been invited to the funeral. No one had. There wasn’t even a body to bury, just an empty casket. He watched from his hiding place in the tree overlooking the family crypt. His parents were there, as were his aunt and uncle, Narcissa and Bella, and their husbands. None of them seemed to be upset at all by the loss to the family. Sirius hated them all even more than he already did. They had taken a beautiful, sweet boy and turned him into something rotten, like them. He blamed Voldemort for Regulus’s death. Of course, he did. Without that maniacal lunatic, there would be no war, and Regulus wouldn't have been forced into fighting for the wrong side. But more than anything, he blamed his family. If they weren’t so stuck in their ways, so superior, Regulus could have had a chance. 

Sirius watched as the casket was taken into the crypt and the stone doors sealed shut until the next member of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black met their demise. He’d never be welcomed there, but it made his skin crawl knowing that even the memory of Regulus would be locked away with their parents for all eternity. 

Sirius sat in that tree for a very long time after his family had departed. Remus found him eventually. However, Sirius had a sneaking suspicion that he’d known exactly where Sirius was the entire time. 

“I can’t leave him there,” he said to Remus, his voice sadder than he’d ever heard. 

“It’s just a box, Sirius,” Remus tried to reason with him. 

“No, it’s not. It’s his memory in there. That is Regulus. Remus, please. I can’t leave him to be with them,” he felt a wave of panic wash over him. What if Remus wouldn’t let him move him?

“Hey, Padfoot, shhh. It’s okay, we’ll get him out, don’t worry,” Remus cooed soothingly, gently pulling him out of the tree and into his arms. 

It was surprisingly easy to break into the Black family crypt and steal the coffin. The hardest bit was moving the thing. It was a lot bigger than Sirius had thought it would be. 

He took Regulus to a spot they’d found as boys when they’d escaped from the summer house for a few hours. Using his wand, he dug a hole for Regulus to be at rest in. The orchard smelled thickly of sweet blossoms as the trees slowly came to life again. He couldn’t think of a better place. A small brook meandered across the far end of the orchard, and then it was nothing but trees and open fields. 

He smiled as he leant against Remus after everything was done. 

“I think he’s going to be happy here,” he whispered. It seems wrong to speak loudly. Remus wrapped his arms around him and hugged him close. 

“You did good, sweetheart. Even Regulus couldn’t find anything to complain about in this place.”

“Merlin, you two are sickening,” a voice from above them scoffed. 

“REGULUS!” Sirius gawped up at his little brother. Alive and well. “Regulus!” Hot tears splashed down his face, and as Remus had done to him, he reached up and dragged Regulus out of the tree and into his arms. “You absolute little shit, Reggie! I thought you were dead!”

“Sorry,” Regulus murmured quietly. He pulled away from Sirius. “But I have to be. No one can know I survived. I know how to stop Voldemort, and I need your help.”  Sirius didn’t even think for a second. His baby brother needed him, and he’d intended to follow through. This was their second chance, and he wouldn’t let them blow it. 

He looked over at Remus. 

“Where you go, I go, Sirius,” Remus told him. Regulus rolled his eyes. 

“When you’re quite done with the theatrics. We have an immortal dictator to kill. We need somewhere safe to go, so I can tell you what I know.”

“There’s only one place,” Sirius said, grinning from ear to ear. 

“Oh, no,” Regulus sighed. But Sirius just grabbed his and Remus’s hands and apparated them straight to the Potters' front door.  

[starchasie]

I really need someone to write this.

It's omegaverse, but there arent many omegas in this universe, so nobody predicted that regulus presents as one. His first heat brake when he is on perfect round and cought James on some prank. James is alpha obviously. They aren't close, regulus is just hot Sirius' baby brother to James. But when reg' heat started they just randomly hook up in broom closet. And then there is unplanned pregnancy. They have to deal with it. Blacks are furious beacuse Regulus supposed to be a heir, but he is omega now and also pregnant. Also with blood traitor. But at least this kid will be pure blood. Sooo Blacks are trying to talk with Potters about situation, and its shit show drama. Ofc in the meantime jegulus fell madly in love. There is a lot Black family drama. I imagine Walburga is trying to bring back Sirius to family. And she is really trying to be better. I would love to see Blacks redemption. Also uncle Sirius.

Yeah so that's my idea. Anyone? I really need this

[calamitoustide]

okay so Harry is Lily’s kid and James is his uncle and one day Lily’s in a bind and needs him to pick Harry up from daycare so of course he does it and he goes in and finds this… really hot dad. And his daughter is talking to Harry so James takes the chance to go talk to him. He learns his name is Regulus and is so obsessed with it as James always is and Reg points at Harry and asks if he’s his son. James being the idiot that he is says yes (he’s struggling). Also they look pretty much identical cause he was the sperm donor so it makes sense that Reg asks. James has been asked it before... but Reg is hot and he short circuited. They leave and agree that they should rearrange a play date… you know for the kids.

James has to keep asking Lily to borrow Harry to take him to these places and it’s this huge mess.

And Reg has to keep coming up with reasons to Pandora and Xeno why he always wants to take their daughter out places.

chaos ensues.

[eternalstarlights]

@hxdrostorms

The rightful Sagittarius saint? How dare this person?! Regulus only grew angrier at those words and having the Sagittarius arrow pointed at him.

“No, you are not! My uncle is the rightful Sagittarius saint! You are an imposter!”

Even though Aiolos told him to not take one step forward, Regulus did, almost daring him to attack him.

“I don’t know who Aiolia is but this is my cloth. I rightfully earned this cloth. It has been my father’s cloth and now it is mine. I didn’t do anything to whoever Aiolia is.” The more the stranger started to ramble on, the less sense he made. “I don’t know who the others are but Athena is safe in the Sanctuary, safe away from you. Now answer my question! Who are you really? Are you a specter with an ability to mimic a saint?”

'Aiolos is the traitor! He is fleeing with Athena! He attacked the Pope!'

'Don't let him escape! Kill him and bring back Athena!'

He could sense Aphrodite, Deathmask and Shura's cosmos closing in on him. It would only be a matter of time, before those three caught up to him. Meanwhile, Saga's almost omnipresent cosmos energy extended across the entire territory. It was a scene of utmost horror, but he still clinged onto the last strand of hope. He just needed to cross the bridge, that connected the Sanctuary to the rest of the continent for him to successfully escape with the baby in his arms.

Then, all of the sudden all of his senses became muted. He couldn't hear, see or do anything for a second.

When did Saga become that powerful to be able to do something like this? Was that even his doing to begin with? Did the others actually catch up to him?

So many questions flooded Aiolos' mind, but he wasn't granted anywhere near the smallest time to make sense of anything. When he regained his senses and control of his flesh, he instinctively took the position to charge another attack. It was easy to tell how he was still caught up, in the heat of the pursuit.

A golden glowing arrow formed above him, and gained an intense shine to it by the second. It pointed at the stranger, hovering ever so slightly above the brunnette's head. But, it hadn't been fired neither did it vanish, just yet. Aiolos realized he was face to face with a complete stranger, wielding the Leo cloth.

Sweatbeads ran down his face, when he couldn't recognize the other person. All he could think about was his little brother. Aiolia had set out to keep training, he couldn't be here (wherever he was) in that moment. It was only then, he realized that the bundle he has been carrying with himself, became a lot lighter as if it were empty.

"I am Aiolos, the rightful Sagittarius saint. One step forward and I'll shoot the Sagittarius arrow." Aiolos warned, visibly confused and almost hinting at what could be perceived as fear. His eyes darted all over the place as well, there wasn't any sign of the three other gold saints. He also couldn't sense Saga's cosmos energy anylonger. "You aren't Aiolia, but you're wielding his Leo cloth. What did you do to him?! Where are the others that were chasing me? Athena has vanished, I was carrying her-" His voice became frantic, as he tried to make sense of the new surrounding area.

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic September 6 - prompt 6: Time-Turner [word count 622]

It had become a sort of routine, the first night after they all came back to Hogwarts after spending the holidays apart. After the train ride, and the banquet, when they closed the door of their dorm, they kicked off their shoes and gathered on James’s bed. There, Sirius finally let the cheery mask he had worn since that morning drop and nestled in James’s arms, James delicately passing a hand in his hair. Remus kneeled at the bottom of the bed and slowly rolled up Sirius’s trousers, doing his best not to grimace at the sight of the new wounds appearing on the back of Sirius’s calves, and delicately applied a healing pomade Poppy gave him every Full, before bandaging them. Peter then carefully measured the right amount of drops of the Sleeping Draught he had brewed to give Sirius a good, dreamless night of sleep without knocking him out immediately. After that they all relaxed back on the pillows, or on James’s chest in Sirius’s case, and played the Time-Turner game.

“If I had a Time-Turner,” Peter was saying in that moment, “I would travel back and meet the founders of Hogwarts.”

“That would be cool,” Remus agreed. “I wonder how different they were to how they’ve been pictured in History.”

“I’m a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin, according to family lore,” Sirius yawned, the Sleeping Draught evidently close to achieving its goal. “So he must have been insanely hot too.”

“Of course, Pads,” James smiled, patting him on the head.

Remus caught himself nodding and stopped immediately, but not before Peter shot him a knowing look and he turned away, feeling his cheeks heat up. Damn that stupid crush of his on Sirius fucking Black of all people.

“If I had a Time-Turner,” James went on, “I would travel back and watch a Quidditch game when McGonagall played Chaser for Gryffindor.”

“That would be awesome!” Peter exclaimed. “Also, can you imagine her at our age?”

There was a moment of silence, then they all shook their heads laughing. Sirius managed to yawn mid-laugh and ended up closing his eyes, his nose buried  in James’s shirt.

“If I had a Time-Turner,” Remus said, “I would go back and meet Merlin himself.”

“I kind of imagine him like Dumbledore in a way. Maybe you would find out they’re related,” James smiled, moving his hand in Sirius’s hair. “Pads? Do you want to keep playing or are you asleep?”

“If I had a Time-Turner,” Sirius mumbled without even opening his eyes, “I would travel back and stop my mother and my Uncle Cygnus from murdering my Uncle Alphard, so that he could live on and take me and Regulus in.”

A stunned silence followed, the only sound Sirius’s snores. They looked at each other, eyes wide, each wondering if what they had just heard was true, each of them knowing deep down it was. Nothing was past the so-called Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, and they were well placed to know not even their own members were safe. Remus’s hands balled into fists as James’s arms closed protectively around Sirius’s sleeping form.

“If I had a Time-Turner, I would go back and blast both Orion and Walburga Black out of existence,” Remus whispered.

He swallowed, his eyes moving from Sirius’s bandaged calves to his face, finally serene in his sleep. Peter leaned closer and silently pried Remus’s hands open just before he could break the skin.

“Unfortunately,” Remus went on, his voice trembling, “they did manage to make one of the things I love the most in this world and I would never want to lose him.”

He was grateful his friends chose just to nod and smile at him.

[ravencp86]

Brew - Jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 755

The sound of giggling caught Regulus' attention as he approached the playroom door with a tray laden with snacks. Mostly fruit cut into fun shapes, as it was Harry's favourite, but Regulus had caved and put a few biscuits onto the plate, as he knew Teddy and Luna had more of a sweet tooth and honestly, he was out to win the title of Favourite Uncle. Which was hard when Barty and Evan didn't have any kids of their own, so could only spoil everyone else's.

Regulus paused for a minute outside the door, listening to the three small children playing at their game. Each of them were putting on silly voices and making each other cackle with laughter. Regulus’ heart was fit to burst. It was a sound he would never tire of.

He hoped Harry would play just as nicely with Effie when she was old enough to join in. Still not quite able to sit up by herself, or walk, excused her absence for now. Regulus chuckled to himself at his own joke.

“What are you laughing at?” James asked as he rounded the corner, their daughter fidgeting in his arms.

“Nothing,” Regulus replied sweetly. But before he could say anything else, a voice sounded from the playroom behind him.

“Pa, is tha’ th' brew you got wi’ you?” Harry said, in an awful Welsh accent, that was followed by another very loud round of laughter erupting from the room

Regulus and James blinked at each other, both very confused.

Regulus pushed the door open and stepped into the room. The little table and chairs were all set up for tea and the three children sitting around it had all apparently found items of clothing from the new dress up box. Donated items from various friends and family.

James had followed him into the room and started laughing at the little scene. Or, more specifically, at Harry, who was wearing a too large waistcoat, a flat cap and was holding an old smoking pipe up to his lips and smacking on the end of it, like he was a 70 year old man.

“Harry,” James laughed. “Who are you meant to be?”

Harry beamed. “I'm Taid!”

“And I'm Nain!” Luna added in. She was wearing a very lovely, very large, straw garden hat. “You ‘right? Don't pay him no mind, Cariad.” Her own accent as forced as Harry's had been.

James started laughing again, as did all three children. Effie started giggling along as well, just sharing in the joy.

Regulus shook his head and smiled. “Well, you two look lovely and I'm so glad you could spare the time to come all the way over from Port Talbot to see us. And who is this fine young gentleman you've brought with you?” Regulus asked, looking at Teddy who was wearing one of James’ old school ties and a bowler hat.

“Uncle Reg, it's me, Teddy!” The little boy exclaimed, as he held the hat up off his head.

“So it is, I hardly recognised you there, with your grown-up attire.” Regulus was holding back a laugh of his own, but his smile was huge and matched Teddy's. “Now, I heard there was an order for snacks and juice. Would that be for this table?”

All three of the kids started cheering.

Regulus knelt down to give them the tray of goodies, and three pairs of excited hands started helping him put the plates and juice boxes on the table.

As Regulus and James left the room, he heard Luna pause in her giggling and ask the other two what a brew was and it was Teddy that answered, in his lilting Welsh accent, just like Remus'.

“I don't really know, I just know that whenever Nain asks if anyone fancies a brew, Taid and Da always say yes, and then they have hot cups given to them.”

“Ah, the minds of 5 year olds,” James whispered to Regulus as they loitered outside the door, listening to the game and smiling.

“Right then,” James said, planting a kiss on Regulus’ cheek. “I'm going to try and get little Miss Effie down for her nap and then I think you and I should have a brew of our own.”

James walked off down the hallway towards Effie's bedroom, still chuckling.

Regulus gave it another five minutes of listening to the excited giggling from the playroom before he went to put the kettle on and make two large cups of tea.

*Taid (pronounced Tide) and Nain (pronounced Nine) are colloquial Welsh terms of endearment for Grandad and Grandma. At least, that's what R/Wales told me!

[ghostyeyes-mcgee]

small marauders/slytherin skittles headcannons

barty has vitiligo, its not super obvious because he is white, but on his collar and neck, his back, and his forehead. this give him a tiny bit of white hair that he dyes a bunch of colors (in first year its with koolaid, in sixth its with box dye)

pandora teaches regulus and barty how to do braids and how to twist dreads (etc.) and they get enlisted every time dorcas or pandora want it. (and barty does evans hair, but that usually gets a bit more intimate)

sirius and marlene have swapped uniforms before.

marlene is from washington. trust me bro.

when he and lily (or regulus) get married, james is the one that cooks. not because lily(or regulus) cant, or anything like that. james just really likes cooking.

lily has naturally curly hair, but she straightens it.

remus in 1st through 4th year hated the thought of needing a cane, and caved in fifth year after his hip got REALLY BAD. by seventh year he has decorated it, theres cloth wrapped around the handle, stickers on it, paint pen tags/signatures that his friends have done.

peter is a really good baker. he started making eclairs in second year, and it made sirius sort of homesick for his uncles house. not because the eclairs were anything like the ones house elves made, but because his uncle always had a stock of eclairs in his house. normally just on the table. (sirius didnt know why, alfard wasnt even french, he was married in and dutch) dorcas and remus were top of their class in defence against the dark arts.

mary originally thought sirius was hot specifically because sirius pronounced her name 'marie' (you know what i mean. its not the same.) and she liked it.

remus sells weed and barty sells pills. (and orion does coke, which sirius and regulus both steal and either sell or give to their friends (barty and james (james only sometimes)))

alice was very much a party girl, but she sort of chilled out when she got a crush on frank cause he was a goody two shoes.

evan makes graffiti designs of all his friends names, and barty tags them on the headboard of his bed at home when evan sends the drawings.

if the black family did a crime it would be caniballism or tax evasion. no inbetween. if the crouch family did crime it would be contempt of court (crouch sr does this regularly.) if the rosiers did a crime it would be stalking.

if the potters did a crime it would be an accident (or public inebriation.) if the lupins did crime it would be sharing government secrets, or agrevated asult.

sirius' first kiss was pandora, when the two were five at one of their parents parties. sirius' first real kiss was james potter, in the quidditch locker rooms, because they were curious. it went badly. sirius slipped on a towel on the ground and cracked his head open on the tile. sirius' first good kiss was with marlene, 'just to check' sirius liked it, marlene didnt particularly vibe with it, but they both had a fine time, and sirius didnt end up bleeding out.

regulus is anemic, sirius has hemophilia.

remus doesnt call cigarettes fags, because he got called a fag too much. sirius does call cigarettes fags, because he thinks it sounds cool, and decidedly not posh.

marlene is russian, and fluent in russian. sirius also speaks russian, and they talk shit about people (their parents) at the back of charms class.

[krethes]

“One More to Love Chapter 8!” we all chant in unison

💖wip it good💖

Haha! 😂 I had a bet with myself about what the first ask would be and, well, it wasn't a fair bet all things considered 😂

Here's a nice long one for my patient readers, and tagging @theresthesnitch specifically because I haven't shared this with her either 😔

There’s a ringing—the kettle, Sirius thinks numbly—shrieking, shrill, drowning out the voices around him until they sound like they're underwater and maybe he's underwater, too, actually, because he can't breathe and his vision’s gone a bit fucked and that blasted ringing won't stop and he feels his magic sparking at his fingertips because he'll make it stop if it's- “Padfoot, hey!" James has both hands on Sirius’s face and he's holding a little tighter than is comfortable and he's shaking him, and Sirius has come up for air in short, panting exhales. His mother is dead. Dead. Like, dead dead. Tapestry dead. Official. Huh.  A weight settles on his shoulders, smothering and hot like a wet blanket in a fire (he and James got up to some dumb fucking shit without Moony at Hogwarts, he's well aware) as he realizes he's Lord Black now. The Family is his to run, or destroy. Morgana's matted minge.  His brother's face is grim, and probably looks unexpressive to all but Sirius (and Kingsley, he supposes). He's stoic, but there's a flicker of justice lurking behind his silver eyes, at war with the sour sting of pain at losing a parent. While Sirius was an active disappointment to his mother (and did nothing at all to correct that after a few fruitless years), she and Regulus…were usually fairly civil, even with the whole Beta thing and the whole Kingsley thing. Regulus got treated to quite a few years of Walburga’s favor once Sirius fell out of it, and though they were by no means a loving family, she was still family. Blood.  But Sirius knows better than to draw any attention to Regulus’s emotions in the presence of others, so he sweeps his questions and empathy under a metaphoric rug and straightens his spine. “Guess I'm to plan a funeral then."  “Padfoot-" Remus begins, but Sirius shrugs off his questioning hand.  “Not entirely sure about the whole no body thing, though. Bit worried she's going to haunt us, yeah?"  The look Kingsley gives him would be chilling, if Sirius wasn't riding a weird combination of mania and adrenaline. “Not going to be an issue."  "Well that's one problem solved,” Sirius says with a shrug. He'd consider offing himself if his harpy of a mother had unlimited access to him as a fucking ghost. No thanks. "Pad-” "What? It was valid,” Sirius defends, rolling his eyes at James. Honestly. "Never planned a funeral do before, and Circe knows Walburga didn't hold one for Orion or uncle Alphard, so-” His voice catches a little, still plagued by the fresh knowledge of what happened to Alphard, how it's all swirling together with the reality of his life and Regulus's and the life he'll never be able to create, and- “So I'll just wing it, then. Can't be too hard." Shove it down, deep, deep down, deal with it maybe later, maybe never, that was Sirius's way. 

[bellatrix-carina-black]

Info

Hello, my name is Bellatrix Carina Black, daughter of Cygnus and Druella Black. I am a sixth-year student at Hogwarts.

She/her. Bisexual. Prefect

Likes: reading, writing, my sisters, my cousins, Charms, Potions

Dislikes: bullies, my parents, my aunt and uncle, homophobes, Dumbledore

People I know: The Muggle Life

@miss-lily-evans-potter - Lily, perhaps the only interesting Gryffindor

@sunshine-and-rosiers - Pandora, the kindest in our family. Would kill for her.

@hestia-farida-jones - Hestia, really, really kind.

@blacksheepoftheblackfamily - Sirius, really annoying a stupid, but I love him all the same

@fartybartyjunior - Barty, my cousin's boyfriend. We plan murders on anyone who hurts Ev.

@prongspotter-s - James, annoying and stupid.

@bitterandbruisedsev  - Severus, a bit annoying. Lil's friend

@moony-lupin-rjl - Remus, somehow dating Sirius.

@w-o-r-m-t-a-i-l - Peter, something of about him

@cissa-swans - Narcissa, my little sister. Look at her wrong and you're dead.

@acelovesremuslupin - Evan, my cousin, gets the true meaning of psychotic.

@marlz-mckinnon - Marlene, nice enough, I guess.

@little-star-regulus -Regulus, my youngest cousin. (My favourite) Smart and sarcastic. Murderous. I love that about him.

@marylicious -Mary, sweet girl.

@gorgeous-golden-gilderoy -Gilderoy, in love with Peter, I think.

@the-better-evans Petunia. I don't know her, and I don't care.

@hogwarts-hot-gossip - Unknown gossip account

@sternsalcove - Unknown gossip account

Marauders RP:

Evan Rosier @evan-a-rosier: My cousin. We sometimes plan murders together.

Dorcas Meadowes @dorcaaas: Friends with Reg.

Pandora @darlingyoushinelikethemoon: My cousin, insanely nice on the outside, batshit crazy on the inside

James Potter @prongsyp0tter: Friends with Sirius. Crazy as fuck, annoying as a bitch.

Sirius Black @sirius-o-black: My annoying cousin. Disowned, stupid and a cunt.

Marlene McKinnon @marleneee-mckinnon: I think she like Meadows

Mary MacDonald @macdonalds-employee: I don't know her.

Barty Crouch Jr @my-fathers-worst-creation: Batshit crazy. Cunty and a bitch. To bad he's already taken.

Sybil Trelawney @seer-sybi-trelawney: I'm not sure about her.

Black family RP:

Remus Lupin @iwillmoonyou: Dating my cousin, Sirius. Smart.

Regulus Black @respectfullyfuckoff: My favourite cousin, smart, funny and sarcastic. Seems cold, but is a real sweet heart.

Sirius Black @blacksheepoftheblackfamily: My second favourite cousin. Crazy, loud and idiotic.

Narcissa Black @fairest--of--them-all: My younger sister. Sweet, but cold at the same time. Touch her, and you perish.

Pandora @pandora-hope-rosier: One of my younger cousins. Best friends with Reg. I like her enough.

[starchaserwrites]

@jegulus-microfic / february 11: map / word count: 755 cw:implied sexual content

The situation is this, in two days it's the wedding of his two best friends IN THE WORLD, which is wonderful and James is so excited for them after all they had to go through to get to this moment. He honestly loves them from the bottom of his heart, but maybe he would love them more if they hadn't decided to have the wedding IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING NOTHING. When they decided to have it in France since Sirius and his brother lived there with their uncle from the moment they ran away from their parents' house, the idea sounded sensational, but upon discovering the great little detail that it would be in a small rural village with zero signs in English, James slowly began to panic a little.

And here he is now, without a map since his phone lost all signal and internet access and subsequently ran out of battery, stuck in an old unheated rental car on a dirt road waiting for an endless flock of sheep to cross and not knowing a lick of French apart from "Bonjour" which won't help in this situation. Oh, and it's now pouring. Fantastic.

And you see, of course James has already considered going out and shooing the sheep out of the way, but contemplating he doesn't know where he's going, that wouldn't be good for the sheep who are probably just trying to get back to their pen, or anyone else. That's the only reason, of course it's not because he's afraid of the sheep. Definitely it isn't. 

When the daylight was almost completely gone and James was resigned to die waiting there (why do they need so many sheep in such a small town), a tapping on his window made him jump out of surprise at the thought that the sheep had finally agreed to hasten his death. A horse and its rider were standing by his window, but in order to see his face James had to roll down the pane and poke his head slightly out of the window.

"Vous avez besoin d'aide?" 

James had never regretted not speaking French as much as he did at this moment. The man on the horse looked like something straight out of a "Horse and Rider" magazine, but hotter. With his shiny black boots, wet shirt clinging to his body highlighting his strong arms and abs, and black curls accompanied by the most stunning pair of silver eyes James had ever seen in his life. So what if he wants this god to fold him in half? Sue him.

"Sorry, I don't speak French," James said sadly, putting an end to his fantasy.

"No problem, I just asked if you needed any help." replied the man on horseback in such a fluent way catching him off guard, but with a divinely thick accent. Fantasy resumed.

Oh, a deity had definitely decided to come down from Olympus to personally help James.

Later, inside the castle that Reg called home, and insisted on taking him because, and quoting him, "it's dangerous to drive around here so late at night, lots of wild animals", James emerged from the shower with only a towel wrapped around his hips, not expecting the silver-eyed man to be waiting for him with clean, dry clothes in the room. 

Nothing could have prepared him for the heat he felt as he was scanned up and down by that hungry gaze. So in a moment of enlightenment he remembered the only French phrase he knew.

"Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?"

"God, if you weren't so hot I'd be feeling so much cringe right now."

James's prayers of being folded in half were answered that night.

The next morning, he awoke to feel the warmth on his right side move and Sirius's horrified screams.

Hold on. Rewind. 

Sirius? So he was able to find the address in the end?

"Really James? My baby brother? And this is why you weren't answering your phone? We thought you were dead!"

Oh, so it is “Reg” as in Regulus. Wow.

“I died and went to heaven.” 

And in the blink of an eye Sirius was on top of him trying to throttle him.

In the end, all the necessary explanations were given. Sirius wasn't happy at first to learn that Regulus and James could become more than a one-night stand, but he eventually accepted it and the wedding went off without a hitch.

James had never been so grateful for a flock of sheep before.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Auto destructive mode. That's the term that James had used and Remus couldn't believe he was more right about Sirius.

"Keep an eye on him for me, yeah Moony?" he had asked.

That's exactly what Remus was doing. All he had observed was that Sirius was drinking, laughing and having fun during the party.

It wasn't the good kind of fun. It was the one Sirius used to hide away his pain. Remus knew this because he had heard Sirius crying after he returned from his Uncle's funeral.

The boys had been worried that Sirius would return to his messed up family after everything that happened over the summer.

The issues between The Black Family were all blurred yet. But Sirius wasn't alright. He just pretended to be.

Now The Halloween Party was the perfect opportunity to lose himself. So Remus followed Sirius to the little kitchenette on Gryffindor Tower.

"Another one bites the dust" Remus said when he noticed Sirius was alone.

And he was getting another drink.

When Sirius noticed him, he smiled.

"Ha?"

"Because you're dressed as Freddy Mercury"

Sirius grinned. Remus reckoned the fake moustache suited him.

"You look pretty good yourself, Mr. Bowie"

Remus's costume didn't require much. Although Mary had done an incredible job with the lighting makeup.

"Under pressure"

Sirius raised an eyebrow.

"That's the song Mercury and Bowie sing together"

Sirius giggled "Got the reference" he said as he poured some alcohol on a cup "Aren't we the most gorgeous leyends there are?"

Remus smiled "Sure"

Sirius emptied the cup in one gulp.

"Maybe you should take it easy, Freddy" Remus said, trying not to show his concern "Teachers are coming every half an hour to check on us..."

Sirius shrugged "It's a freaking party, Moony! Loosen up a little"

Then with a mischievous but gorgeous smile, he gave Remus another cup.

"Something tells me you're too sober"

"And you're dangerously tipsy, aren't you?"

"Bit" Sirius grinned innocently "I'm fine!" to prove it, he took another sip.

"Have a drink with me!" Sirius insisted, taking a step closer. That gorgeous bastard was all sweaty and perfect "Don't be a loser and a prick"

Remus chuckled.

"Prongs sent me to supervise you"

Sirius raised an eyebrow "Is that so? Do I need supervising?"

One step closer.

Remus smirked, getting closer as well. But only to grab the cup from his hand.

"Yeah you do"

"Moons!"

"You're going to thank me tomorrow when the hangover is not as bad"

Sirius literally pouted like a little kid.

"But I'm thirsty!"

"Drink some water!"

"Water is lame"

Remus laughed as he shook his head. He decided to finish Sirius’s drink himself before Sirius had the chance to drink more.

"If you are taking my drink away at least give something in exchange"

Remus bit his lip "Water?"

Sirius frowned "Something better"

"Something like what?"

Sirius’s eyes deepened, he granted Remus with that sexy suggestive smile of his. Sirius grabbed Remus's t-shirt and pulled him closer.

Remus's heart raced in response.

"Something like this..."

It was hungry the way Sirius kissed him now. The fake moustache rushed his nose and mouth. Remus could taste the alcohol on his tongue. He smelled like alcohol, cologne and sweat as well.

It would've been dreamy to snog Sirius when he looked so gorgeous. But Sirius was drunk. Sober Sirius would never kiss him like that without looking around to see if someone was around.

"What if someone comes in?" Remus asked as soon as he interrupted the kiss.

Sirius shrugged "Everyone is probably drunk somewhere"

Then he kissed him again.

Remus felt the desperation in the way Sirius was kissing him. Like he wanted to prove something. Or maybe distract himself with a hot snogging session. Like he desperately craved affection and warmth from someone. Anyone.

Suddenly, the words that Regulus had told Remus hours ago, crossed his mind: "He is just using you, Lupin. You think he is all innocent, don't you? Sirius is just using you to piss our parents off".

Remus pushed him away now. It didn't feel right to kiss Sirius like this.

"No, Sirius..."

"What's wrong?"

Remus swallowed "You know that we are friends, right?"

Sirius smiled "Yeah, of course! Best friends!"

Friends and only friends.

"Well, if you need to talk... about something..."

Sirius seemed confused "Does it look like I want to talk right now?" he smiled as he wrapped his arms around Remus's neck.

"You know what I mean" Remus said "We are best friends even though we..."

"Snog sometimes?"

"Yeah" Remus sighed with a little smile "But your Uncle just died and you seem off..."

And just like that, that Sirius’s smirk disappeared from his face. He went pale even.

"People die, Remus"

Sirius put his arms down.

"I know you're hurt...I heard you crying the other night"

Maybe Remus wanted for Sirius to open up with him. That way he would see that he was more than a game for Sirius. That he genuinely cared for him. That he trusted him as well.

Remus loved him. And he wanted to be loved back.

Although Sirius seemed uncomfortable now.

"I don't want to talk about it, okay?" Sirius looked down.

"I just wanted to make sure, you're okay"

"What are you, my babysitter?" Sirius snapped "I said I'm freaking fine!"

Remus didn't answer. Maybe drinking to forget seemed like a good idea.

"Sorry, Moony" Sirius softened his expression. "I just don't fancy talking about my bloody family, right now"

"I got it" Remus said "Just wanted to let you know I am here for you"

Sirius touched Remus's cheek gently. Maybe it was the light. But Remus could've sworn he saw Sirius’s eyes getting watery.

"I know I have not been easy lately, Moons" Sirius said "But I know you are there for me. My little shinny moon that I can turn to when everything seems dark..."

Remus smiled because he felt his cheeks burning. His crush or rather love for Sirius was so pathetic sometimes.

"Sometimes you are just the hype of my day"

"Sometimes you're the hype of mine"

It wasn't 'I love you' precisely but it was something. Regulus was full of shit.

"And these lips" Sirius touched Remus's "Are better than any drink"

"They don't give you a hangover"

Sirius giggled "Trust me. Sometimes they do"

And when Sirius gave him that gorgeous smile, Remus believed him.

"You want to drink with me now and have fun?" Sirius asked teasingly.

"You mean drink water?"

Sirius laughed. He wrapped his arms around Remus's neck again.

"What if we continue snogging?"

Remus smiled "That's healthier"

"And more fun" Sirius raised an eyebrow suggestively.

How could Remus say no to that?

"Take off that rigid thing first" Remus giggled, pointing to the fake moustache. Sirius grinned but obeyed.

They kissed once more. It felt better than the first time. Sirius was taking his time to taste Remus's lips. He was being delicate and careful. Those kind of kisses that made Remus melt.

Remus felt like he was floating. He loved Sirius. He loved him. He loved him. He loved him. There was no turning back.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 14 - Climb

@jegulus-microfic August 14, Word count 810

Previous part First Wolfstar part

Regulus was hot, over hot, nearly sweating. The cause of the climb in his temperature was currently curled around him, locking him into his body so he couldn’t escape. He was in James’s bed with James. His heart did an odd little flutter at the idea. Teenage Regulus would be having a stroke if he knew this was in his future. 

He kept as still as possible. Cataloguing the way it felt to be touching James, the way his skin was smooth on his chest but scratching with unshaved bristles on his chin and neck, the steady thump of his heartbeat and his slow, even sleep-filled breaths. James stirred, he wrapped his arms tighter around Regulus, nuzzling his hair. 

“Mmm, lavender,” He sighed as he slowly woke up. 

“Sorry did I wake you?” Regulus’s voice was slightly muffled against James’s chest. 

“No, you’re alright. Did you sleep?” James asked, yawning and rolling his shoulders. 

“Yes, thank you,” Regulus whispered. He didn’t want this moment to end. 

James shuffled him but only so he could roll onto his back and drag Regulus back under his arm. Regulus almost purred when James’s hand stroked up his arm and into his curls. He carded his fingers through Regulus’s hair and gently scratched at his scalp. He’d never had anybody touch him like that. Not that he hadn’t fantasised about it. It was peaceful. He sighed contentedly and allowed himself the luxury of stretching his arm out across James’s chest and leaving it there. 

He wasn’t sure how long they stayed there, but their little bubble was abruptly broken by a loud pop and the arrival of Flitsy. 

“Breakfast,” She barked at them before popping back out of the room again. 

“She’s unnerving,” Regulus shuddered. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to the odd little elf. James chuckled and pushed the hair off Regulus’s face so he could press a kiss on his forehead. It had been so natural, like he’d done it a thousand times before. Regulus had no idea where they stood now after he’d thrown himself at James yesterday in the library, but James seemed more than happy to continue whatever it was.

“Come on, love, or she’ll come back, and she won’t be as nice.” Regulus jumped out of James’s bed and went in search of his clothes. They were clean and mended on his bed, ready for him to put on. 

He met James on the landing, and they went down to breakfast together, James taking his hand in his again as he led him back to the dining room. 

Huge bowls of steaming porridge waited for them. Regulus wolfed his down, feeling warm and full afterwards. They thanked Flitsy for the meal and wandered to the library to look up parselmouths. 

The search wasn’t nearly as fruitful as yesterday had been. It turned out that at some point a few Potters had the ability to speak the snake language, but it hadn’t been seen for five generations. 

“Gah, this is useless!” Regulus whined as he threw James’s great great great great uncle’s diary, telling the story about how he’d charmed a snake to curl up on his head like a circlet crown and that Morag Potter had called him a daft old goat. Apparently, he’d asked that same snake to sleep on Morag’s pillow and been severely punished by his mother for it, across the desk. 

“Well, then we need to think of a different solution.” James said, closing his own book, ‘Know your Serpents’. "What other parselmouths do we know of apart from Voldemort?” Regulus shoved his hands into his hair and tugged hard. 

“No one. The only ones I’ve ever heard of are Voldemort himself, Salazar Slytherin and now your four times great uncle Malcolm! It’s useless!” He let his head drop onto the desk, trying to get his brain to think of anything that could help. 

“Regulus?” James asked thoughtfully. 

“I know, I know, it’s never hopeless, blah, blah, blah, good always wins, blah, blah, blah, we can do it,” He said defeatedly, raising his fist in mock cheer.

“Well, yes, but that’s not what I was going to say,” James was grinning. Regulus could hear it in his voice.

“Go on then, what were you going to say?” Regulus said into the table. 

“Is it true there’s a portrait of Salazar Slytherin in the Slytherin Common room?”

“Yes, he’s above the fireplace. He’s a bit of a pain really always talking to the snake they painted him with. Sometimes the hissing gave me headaches—Oh Merlin’s beard!!!” His head snapped up. “There’s a portrait of Salazar in the Slytherin Common room!” He gawped at James, mouth wide open in an O. 

“There’s a portrait of Salazar in the Slytherin Common room,” James repeated, grinning from ear to ear. Finally, they were getting somewhere.

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