#AND REGULUS AS THIS HOT UNCLE

[hasturlover]

Alright im brainrotting so like james and lily get harry enrolled in kindergarten and he instantly infatuated with little cactus draco who regulus babysat because draco is a menace for babysitter but soft only for his uncle reggie. So it ends up with so so much playdates between harry and draco which sorta like a date (going tot theme park, aquarium, beach, ice rink, etc) for jegulily. Jily cant help think regulus is so pretty charming and gorgeous and mooning over the black heir while kinda hiding their crush from each other because they felt guilty loving another person. While regulus kinda confused because why both potters are so sweet to him?? Is it potter thing, he is confused but he is so happy whenever james hug him or lily peck his cheek before leaving. Meanwhile harry and draco planning for jegulily marriage necause both of them evil little shits

[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?

[ecstarry]

regulus taking draco to the local bookstore where they read fun stories for kids expecting to see remus as always but it's james and regulus instantly melts when james does the silly voices and he's so adorable and then james rolls up his sleeves and reg is just like damn how are u so fucking hot and cute at the same time. and draco is like uncle reg i met this kid harry can u set up a play date? and reg is kicking his feet texting james like they are the ones going out on the date

[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.

[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.

[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.

Next part

[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.

[toburnawitch]

Harry orders death to save Regulus so the war could be over sooner.

When he wakes up in alternate reality he's in Draco's bed in Slytherin dorm. Lupin is uncle Moony and Regulus is his husband. Jily is still rocking, Pettigrew is still friends with them and has three kids with Harry's divination teacher and Sirius is with Luna's fucking dad who was also Draco's uncle that raised him.

And Draco raised by Sirius is so fucking hot.

He faints.

He then thinks about spilling the tea but decides against it.

Also Barty is the unspeakable who deals with his Master of Death case and he tries to kill him three times.

Then he mentions Nymphadora and the shit hits the fan.

[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.

[astranix]

slytherin sirius black × gryffindor james potter

the most non-angsty sirius and regulus running away fic ever coz we don't have enough of those

"This was, without a doubt," Regulus pants, glancing over his shoulder, "the stupidest thing you've ever done! And that's really saying something."

"This was also, without a doubt," Sirius says, glaring, "the best decision of my whole miserable life."

"We're gonna starve, you fucking idiot—!" Regulus says, smacking him on the back of his head. "We have nowhere to go."

Sirius freezes in his steps.

"Uncle Alphard?" he asks. Regulus smacks him again, and Sirius smacks him back.

"We can't go there, Sirius," Regulus says, wincing and rubbing his head. "Mother would know. She must already know, because it's the only place we could possibly go!"

There's silence for a second.

"Right. Lestrange isn't an option, neither is Dolohov," Sirius says, grimly. "Mulciber is a bitch, Avery's too thick to understand. Snape's probably homeless himself. What about you?"

"Barty's parents never leave him alone," Regulus clenches his jaw. "And Rosier would probably not be home. He's been sending me postcards from France."

"Fuck," Sirius scans where they're standing. "Andromeda hasn't talked to you since she ran, has she?"

"You think she'll talk to me before you?" Regulus scoffs. "She hasn't. And we can't live on the fucking streets, you know that."

"We have money," Sirius says.

"Yeah, but we would have to get it exchanged into muggle money, which, one, we don't know shit about. And two, we would have to walk straight into Gringotts. Anybody could see us."

Regulus tugs at his hair, always the one who worries more, always the one who gives up earlier.

"Well," Sirius, hedges, "if we could find an owl, we wouldn't need to go to Diagon Alley."

"Oh yes, of course," Regulus says, snidely. "All our problems are now completely solved! We just need a goddamn owl!"

The muggles walking past them give them strange looks, and Regulus lowers his tone.

"Look, Sirius," he says, fixing him with a determined expression. Sirius already hates where this is going. "You're sixteen, you're going to be out of Grimmauld in a year or two, anyway. And if you move out, I'll move with you. But we—we can't do anything except go back. It's cold. It's going to rain soon. We haven't eaten in a day."

Sirius stares at him, incredulous.

"If this is about your ego," Regulus starts, angrily, "then—"

"No!" Sirius interrupts, hotly. "Are you insane?! This is about our continued existence. She would kill us, if we went back! She's a fucking psycho! She was just about to curse the shit out of you, for no reason, which is literally why we ran—"

"I can take it," Regulus dismisses. "Besides, you ran out, and dragged me along."

Sirius gapes at him, unable to speak more.

"No," Sirius says, firmly, and looks straight at Regulus, because what he says now is what they do, this is final. "We're not going back."

Regulus's shoulders drop, defeated.

"Right," he mutters, and the sudden resignation that settles on his face, bitter and tired, makes Sirius think that sometimes, he's no better than his mother.

They stand silently, for a tense, uncomfortable moment.

Then, "I have an idea," Sirius says, because he does.

And it's a bad, bad one.

Of course, it's also the only one they have.

That, right then, that's when it starts raining.

Regulus scrambles for shade under the shed of the muggle shop closest to them.

Sirius braces himself, and raises his wand.

It's only a moment before the Knight Bus pops, loud and purple and sharply at contrast with the grey evening.

"Godric's Hollow," he says to the conductor, and hands him a handful of sickles. "And two hot chocolates."

They take a seat, and Regulus looks at him with a dubious expression.

"Godric's Hollow?" he pronounces, slowly. Sirius ignores him, grabbing the two mugs that the conductor gives them.

"Why are we going to Godric's Hollow?" Regulus insists, his teeth chattering in the cold. "Sirius? What the hell? We don't know anyone there."

He's right.

Sort of.

Sirius just hands Regulus the hot chocolate, refusing to answer.

"We're going to die," Regulus mumbles, gloomily. "We're really going to die."

"Shut it," Sirius says, and gives the conductor two sickles more for blankets. "You're not."

(-)

Sirius knows which house they have to go to, the moment he sees it.

It's big, bright, there's green grass surrounding it. It looks like one of those pictures in childrens' books, flowers and fences and whatnot.

It's barely drizzling by the time they reach.

Regulus had settled to just watching Sirius do whatever he wants to, but as soon as he starts walking towards the house, Regulus freezes in his tracks.

"I really need some information, right now," he says, quietly, wary eyes on the house. There's something beautiful about the whole scene, brick-red and cosy, and that's even more suspicious, isn't it.

They don't know anybody so warm.

"It's Potter's house," Sirius admits, finally. Regulus startles, whipping around to stare at him, absolutely shocked.

Anybody would be.

"Potter?" he hisses, like he's never heard the name before. "Potter?! What—! Sirius, he hates you! You hate him back! You hate each other!"

"I know," Sirius says, and rings the doorbell.

"Oh my god," Regulus breathes out, disbelieving. "You're mad. You're actually mad. We spent so much of our money to come here, Sirius. And when Potter, for obvious fucking reasons, turns us away, we won't even—"

The front door opens.

Regulus tugs at Sirius's sleeve.

"We can still run, come on, it won't be as embarrassing then," he says, frantic, "Even Alphard would be better than this. We could hide in his dungeon."

"Alphard has a dungeon?" Sirius asks, curiously, just as James Potter steps out.

He looks at them for a second, blankly, blinking behind thin-wired round frames. His hair is a mess, as usual, he's wearing actual pyjamas. And then, a moment later, his brain seems to catch up with him.

"What," James Potter says, bewildered. "What are you doing here—?"

"We need a place to stay," Sirius says, demands. Do the Potters rent out rooms to guests? That would make so much more sense. "For some days."

"Huh?" Potter's expression says that they do not, in fact, own a guest service. "Wha—?"

Sirius sighs, and pulls Regulus with him, again, not away from the house, like they should be going, but towards, and then he—then he just—

He walks inside Potter's house.

Just. Pushes past him, and walks in.

Like he owns it.

Regulus and Potter stare at each other, Regulus is horrified, Potter is confused.

"Thanks," Sirius's voice comes from inside.

"You're welcome," Potter mutters, automatically, before blinking dumbly, again, and going inside.

Regulus, reluctantly, ridiculously, follows him.

(-)

So.

Sirius has now, in a span of 24 hours, cussed out his mother, thrown cutlery at their father's head, forced his way into someone’s home, and clearly, he has no plans to leave.

James Potter is apparently, and bizarrely, completely okay with this.

"My parents won't be home until late evening," he says, uncertainly, in his own home, while Sirius sits on the couch, comfortable as all hell, reading the last edition of Witch Weekly. "We should eat something."

Yes! Regulus's stomach says.

"We can't cook," he says, aloud, apologetically. "We had elves."

"Well, we don't. And I can cook," Potter says, shrugging. "What would you like?"

What the fuck is even going on, Regulus thinks.

"I'll help," he says, instead. Potter just shrugs again.

(-)

"Why?" Regulus asks, as soon as they reach the kitchen, shutting the door behind him. It's not like the kitchen at Grimmauld. It has a muggle stove, and what Regulus is guessing, other muggle... devices.

"Why what?" Potter says, and the slight grin on his face tells Regulus that he knows exactly what he's talking about.

"Why—" Regulus huffs, "why're you doing all this?"

"I'm hungry," Potter says, with an infuriating smirk, as he opens the shelves, takes out a pan and some plates. "And my mum taught me well."

"You know that's not what I'm asking," Regulus says. "Why did you let us in? Why're you letting us—" stay.

If he is, that is.

"Actually you'll find that I did not, in fact, let you in," he replies, setting the pan on the flame and dropping a unnecessary amount of butter. It sizzles and melts, and Regulus can't bring himself to meet Potter's eyes. "That would imply you asked."

"Okay," Regulus huffs. "Why didn't you kick Sirius and me out then?"

Potter's expression flickers a little, and he looks away, absent-mindedly cutting the tomato he's got on the counter.

Regulus waits.

Chop chop chop.

"Well," James says, finally, quietly, eyes on the thin slices of tomato, "you can't quite say no to Sirius Black, can you?"

"You... could have," Regulus narrows his eyes.

Potter just shakes his head. "He's...he's—"

"Oh, god no," Regulus exhales, because no way. "Not you too."

"'Too?'" Potter repeats.

"You like Sirius, don't you?" Regulus asks, scoffing when Potter gives him a wide-eyed expression.

He's so painfully obvious.

Regulus doesn't want to interpret any of this. He goes on, anyway.

"You know he's using you, right?" he asks, quietly.

Chop chop chop chop.

"He doesn't know anything about that, Black," Potter says, eyes firmly on the pan, as he slides the onion and tomato slices off the board.

"Sirius," Regulus says, slowly, "always knows when someone likes him. He always, always knows what anybody feels about him. My brother's a lot of things, but oblivious or delusional he's not."

"Maybe I just don't mind the company, alright?" Potter replies, curt, and Regulus is just about to reply, when a sudden noise comes from outside, the thud of the door.

"James, honey?" says a woman's voice, sounding mildly confused.

[neege]

Thinking about a While You Were Sleeping wolfstar au again:

Remus as Lucy. He works as a ticket taker for the train/CTA and is very lonely after the passing of his father. He is a romantic, and has a crush on a fancy businessman that he sees every day.

Regulus (Peter) is the fancy, handsome commuter that gets pushed on the platform, causing remus to have to jump on the tracks and save his life. Regulus is then in a coma.

The Potter's know Regulus through his eccentric uncle Alphard, a long-time very close friend of Mr. and Mrs. Potter, and the 3 of them, plus Lily and James show up to the hospital to see Regulus, and they meet Remus.

After a misunderstanding, a nurse tells everyone that Remus is Regulus's fiance, and when they find out he saved his life, everyone is so emotional and grateful that Remus feels too guilty to correct anyone

Chaos ensues just like the movie, but eventually, Remus meets Sirius (Jack)

Sirius is the hot older brother of Regulus, and best friend of James, who's a part of the Potter family business, but wants to branch out on his own and start up an auto shop

Remus and Sirius get along great, and Remus quickly realized that he's fake engaged to the wrong brother 🩷

This makes much more sense if you've seen the movie, but I think it fits so well with Remus's character, and it's one of my favorite movies 🥰

[lifeisabitch-butimcute]

lilycissadora // first date // 610 words

Narcissa nudged her bangs into place, scowling at the strand that insisted on crossing over its neighbor on the end to stick out to the side. Draco tugged on her skirt. “Mama?”

“Yes, Draco?” She sighed, stepping away from the mirror. This would have to do, she supposed. Her hair was straightened, pinned back, and her bangs were as neat as they were going to get. Lucius had always been upset when her hair was out of sorts when they went out – hurt that she ‘couldn’t be bothered to make the effort’. She flicked the stubborn bit at the edge of her bangs again.

“Why is Uncle Reg watching me tonight?”

“Because I’m going out for a while; I told you yesterday, remember?”

Draco’s brows drew together as his face scrunched up in thought. He looked a bit more like Lucius like that, and her stomach twisted. Then his face cleared, a smile lit up his face, and any trace of his father dissipated. “Oh, yeah! You have new friends!”

Narcissa hummed, smoothing a hand over his hair. “Yes. You don’t mind, right? Do you still like spending time with Uncle Reg?”

Regulus was certainly the most responsible option in terms of babysitting, but it still made her nervous. Were her instructions clear enough? Would they get along? What would happen if Draco got upset, or hurt? 

“Yeah,” Draco said confidently. She kept him in her peripheral as she moved to the coat closet to sort through her options. “He said we could do a puzzle together and make hot chocolate.”

Narcissa turned to return his smile, grasping at the feeling that voiced itself as something similar to fondness, maybe even love. It was almost loud enough to drown out the anxiety of the night to come, but not quite. She turned back to the three coats draped over her arm. 

“Take the green one,” Regulus said from the doorway to the living room. He always stood properly, back straight, hands clasped behind him, chin up; irrevocable habits that had been baked in since childhood. 

“You don’t think it’s too much?” She looked down at the rest of her outfit. It was all muted colors – blacks and greys. The forest green of the peacoat felt audacious in contrast. ‘You might as well walk outside with a spotlight turned on you,’ she remembered Lucius grumbling the first time she'd worn it. 

When the doorbell rang out, Regulus was quick to step closer, toss the other two coats back in the closet, and press the green one to her chest. Narcissa clutched the coat, and Regulus’ hands with it. She took a deep, steadying breath before releasing him. 

“Enjoy your date,” he whispered before disappearing around the corner. She heard the murmur of his and Draco’s voices in the other room as she slipped on the coat, pulled her hair free from the collar, and smoothed it down a final time before pulling the door open. 

She found Pandora’s finger hovering over the doorbell, clearly poised to ring it again, and Lily’s hand wrapped around her wrist. Both of them straightened up at the sight of her, arms falling back by their sides. The weight of both their gazes on her felt heady. 

“Your coat matches her eyes,” Pandora commented, tilting her head in Lily’s direction. She seemed pleased. 

“You look lovely,” Lily breathed. 

Narcissa flushed, but said nothing, waiting for the inevitable follow up, the ‘but’ statement that she’d learned to anticipate. But it never came. Pandora simply extended a hand to pull her out onto the front porch, and waited for her to close the door and double check that it was locked before tangling their fingers together. They stepped off the porch to meet Lily, who pressed a hand to Narcissa’s lower back and said softly, “Ready?” 

[ghaniblue]

Reading list: January (HP, Arcane, RWRB)

Hello, lovely people. My brain has been taken over by Jayvik which is reflected in my January reading. I still love HP but I'm an automaton in the Viktor nation for the moment. Come join me, more Jayvik recs here.

>> December list <<

HP: 3x Drarry, 1x Jegulus, 1x Regulus gen

Arcane: 6x Jayvik (1 podfic) | 1x Viktor gen

RWB: 1x Firstprince

🐌 Belly-Down in Spun Cotton by moonmanatee (Drarry, E, 2,7k)

All Harry wants is to dive skin-first, belly-first, heart-first, into what he loves.

Harry is basking: exploring his garden in his snail-self, enjoying his trans body (with boyfriend Draco) and the food Draco cooks for him. It's all about enbodied joy and pleasure.

📸 Bare Moon Rising by @thecouchsofa (Drarry, E, 15,5k)

Potter moved towards him, sticking his hand out. “If that’s the case, we’re both doing it. You do the nude Tornados calendar, and I’ll do the Auror one. Most sales wins.” Oh no. “Are you backing out already?” Potter leaned in closer, voice dropping to a whisper. “Finally admitting that mine’s bigger than yours, then? Or do you want to cop a feel first?” Charities could bugger off. Nothing good ever came of them, really.

⏱️ The Melting Point of Wax by @oknowkiss (Drarry, M, 10,5k)

Harry Potter is many things: captain of the Chudley Cannons, the fun uncle, a good enough friend, comfortable in the life he's built for himself. Comfortable, that is, until a risque broom advertisement and a rumor about a fellow athlete come together to send him spiralling into the world of high-stakes broom racing, high-flying turtles, and the chaos of falling in love.

❤️🍷 Bang the Bodyguard, Harder!!! by pastapug (Jegulus, E, 10k)

When Regulus took James Potter’s cock into his mouth, he didn’t expect it to have been a one-time thing.

At the very least he’d expected it to be a two-time thing, a sneaky back-of-the-Mercedes, bathroom-stall-in-the-Parliament type of thing.

Perhaps he would’ve gotten his ass eaten if he hadn’t collapsed in the Foreign Office—on the staircase, like he was Lana Turner in Ziegfeld Girl.

One of my favourite Jegulus fics got a sequel! James is Reg's bodyguard. Reg is a bitter, horny little shit (I love him so much) and together they are incendiary level of hot.

😕 Your Pursuits are Called Outstanding (You're Emotionally Complex) by Loki_Demon (Regulus, T, 1,7k)

After the last of Voldemort's horcruxes are destroyed, Regulus is resurrected from the dead. To his utter shock and horror, he learns that in his absence he has been lauded as a defender of house-elves, and when he returns to Grimmauld Place he finds it under a most unwelcome new ownership.

Adore this characterisation of Regulus. What a tosser.

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Arcane: Jayvik fics

🐶 Partners in Crime by ruinthatboy (E, 33k, 2/3 WIP)

Drunk at a party he is forced to attend, Viktor encounters Councilor Salo, who has a proposition too good to turn down - Make me a shock collar for my pet, and I will fund your next project.

Jayce finds out.

Jayce isn't happy.

... Jayce becomes Test Subject #1 (and likes it far more than either of them expected).

Jayce in a shock collar, that is all.

🫂 holding back the years by spqr (T, 12k)

Viktor tells Jayce, over breakfast, “Real life is not like the radio dramas, you know. Shining men from Piltover do not really go around adopting Zaunish orphans and rescuing Zaunish women from lives of whoring themselves for food. You cannot — save me. Not really.”

“Well,” Jayce says, shoving the syrup at him, “I can damn well try.”

OR: the hexcore zaps viktor back to fifteen years old, and jayce has a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad time

I am so utterly charmed by teenage Viktor and his threatening pet jar of acid, and how much Jayce loves him.

📚 welcome to your life by Grimmseye (M, 11k)

Rail-thin cats could chase hounds five times their size. Viktor could save the day. The concepts weren’t so different.

(Zaun is in his lungs, in his blood. He was raised on its air, it decays him from the inside out. It is home.)

This is more of a Viktor gen fic exploring his backstory and transition into Piltover. There's a lot of interesting ideas in here.

🏖 all the rot by Talariajetstream (M, 4k, 1/3 WIP)

Viktor and Jayce wash up on the beach like old driftwood

Post-canon. How do you go on after betrayal, almost killing everyone, mindmelding and dying together?

⚙️ All that I am by FatherBroken (T, 20k)

Somehow, without doing anything, the Machine had gained a visitor and protector.

Mage!Viktor and Glorious Evolution!Jayce. The machine is trying to remember.

🏰 City of Sunlight [podfic] read by andreannaness / written by Tlon (M, 1h)

Leaving Zaun for the academy is supposed to give Viktor a new life. Instead it drops him into a world where he never quite fits, until he meets the one man who can make it feel like home.

Or, five times Viktor felt out of place in Piltover, and one time he didn't.

Viktor character study about his time studying at the academy and the difference Jayce makes in his life. I quite enjoyed the narrator. Such a nicely calm voice.

🧫 Byproduct of a Gifted Mind by argonautoida (Victor, Singed, Silco, Teen, 17k)

After Viktor’s parents die in a tragic accident, he finds himself forced to go to the one place he swore he’d never return to, the cave near the water with the mysterious doctor and his beloved, doomed Rio. Though it is a better alternative than begging on the streets or working in the mines or factories, Viktor beings to suspect that the doctor doesn’t have his best interests at heart and perhaps seems him as something closer to Rio than his apprentice.

First part of a series. Viktor strikes a bargain with Silco so he can attend the academy.

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RWRB: Firstprince

💬 Hush by @emeryhall (E, 10k)

Five times Alex won't shut the fuck up, and the one time Henry makes him.

Beautiful language, super hot and deeply romantic.

[wishicouldkeepconcentration]

𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛; 𝑙𝑖𝑧 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 ➵ elizabeth cassiopeia black

she's a child of liberty and spontaneity with eyes of olive trees, an old soul and a will to prove herself to anybody in her way. she won't do what people expect her to, but always wins in the end. she's an artist. the kinda girl that makes you question your own sanity, who curses you out in five languages in one sentence only. she was born with a leather jacket on and a walkman attached to her hip, caffeine and rhymes running through her veins, and a burning passion to love.

☆ heiress of the noble house of black. daughter to regulus black and muggleborn eliana shaw, a forbidden teenage love that would've burnt until their very last breaths when they would have grown old and grey. grimace of fate, liz never got to meet her father, but she'd always known he was there, listening to her when she was talking to regulus, up in the night sky. it'd always been her and her mother, against the world. until she'd finally met her uncles.

regulus. the heart of leo. ironic, isn't it? the slytherin boy, heir of the blacks and an offspring of incest, who remained stoic even when christmas dinners with the family of insanity turned into a competition of torturing him and his brother, he turned against his entire family and one of the most powerful dark wizards to ever exist, even if his name remained in history. the heart of leo.

eliana. the greek spirit running through her veins can be blamed and thanked for the spontaneity and inflexibility she carried herself with even through the years of the first wizarding war. even after regulus' death, she saw hope, because she had their daughter, a part of the man she loved most in her entire life, even if she'd known she'd never love again like that.

☆ at hogwarts. until the sorting ceremony, everyone was convinced liz would be sorted into slytherin. everyone, other than her and enzo who she'd met years prior to first stepping foot into the castle. it's ironic, though, how she, the heiress of one of the most powerful families, with an ancient bloodline, generations in slytherin got sorted into gryffindor. and in spite of initial difficulties, she did prove people wrong.

the gryffindor common room became her safe place, her roommate, katie bell turned out to be one of her best friends, as well. in her second year, when she made it onto the gryffindor quidditch team, she found family in the team members. but she didn't only befriend those in her house, no. her best friends from a young age, enzo and kiara were slytherins, and them being in different houses didn't stand between them.

and she was like a sponge when it came to studying, especially defence against the dark arts, flying, charms and transfiguration. in potions class, however, the only saviour she had were her father's books.

☆ comfort crowd.

mattheo. they haven't been friends right from the start, but as mattheo realized liz didn't talk shit behind his back, the bond deepened between the two and the chemistry had become undeniable by their fourth year.

kiara. she's always been liz's other half, ever since they were kids. they were so different, especially socially; liz's earthiness was the distinguishment for the italian girl's hot-headed nature given she was an aries. but their souls connected in an unexplainable way – they were platonic soulmates. @sweetcolorfulies

amara. "so... you're evan rosier's daughter?" the surprise on liz's face was evident as amara told her her surname – of course, their fathers were best friends. who would've thought? it's like reincarnation of some sort; as the girls are both somewhat different from their fathers they still carry some of their traits, physically and on the inside, too. as if it was fate's doing they found each other, and it was like they'd known each other for years, decades. @amarasletters

enzo. don't be mistaken by his innocent exterior – he's a playboy of the slytherin house, but a loverboy nonetheless. he might be difficult at times but if you fight for him, he'll fight for you. they've been there for each other with liz pretty much all their lives, and for long, she even thought they'd end up together.

theodore. the king of stoicism who liz had never had to tell anything, they'd always understood each other without words. the weirdest dynamic in the friend group but this had only ever made it just as special.

"life is short, the world is wide, i wanna make some memories."

ib: @amarasletters <33

[lostineden44]

Narcissa Black was a single mom

she vowed growing up not to repeat her mom’s mistake and marry a terrible man but alas she got drunk and slept with a man she can’t even remember so now Draco doesn’t have a dad

she got disowned but it’s ok bc now she reconnected with Andy and slowly Sirius and regulus too and ultimately realized it’s a better environment for Draco to grow up in

and later on she met pandora who was also a single mom (on a blind date set by regulus) and they both loved Draco and Luna equally and was fiercely protective of them and Pan’s friends became their beloved uncles and aunt and declared them their legacy

and if they had a fight once and Pan was so mad she took Draco and went out for a walk and Cissa refused to let Luna down (she spoiled her) so they made hot coaco and watched Pan’s comfort movie bc the miss her that’s no one’s business