#fic: drugs and surgical scrubs

[jamesisasimp]

Hello Sam!!

I come bearing gifts of another video of James and Regulus going on ski trip 🎿

I’ll let you decide who is who 🤣

Hello my dearest Roc ☺️

You know, in my mind I always saw James as a snowboarding kind of dude, that just suits his vibe for me, but after seeing this? I know it simply cannot be. Because if Regulus Black saw James Potter shredding it up on the ski slop like that???

Raw dogging it. On the ski slope. In front of children, the elderly, they simply could not make it back to the lodge

And I love that for them ❤🤣

[anauro]

Chapter 26 of Drugs and surgical scrubs is up!

[anauro]

!!!!

I love this, thank you so much 😭😭

Also, loving the titles in this playlist 🤣

long time no see heres another playlist yeah!

so i couldn't stop thinking about dass james (aka drugs and surgical scrubs by the one and only @anauro ) and this happened

you know something?i stopped telling myself I'll stop making playlists for the same characters over and over again long time ago!

So here's the link for the playlist!

Plus, I like it, its a good playlist (oh here's another playlist i made for the same fic)

[peachsukii]

Hollow Heart { chapter 3 - choke }

『♡』 pro-hero fem!reader x pro-hero bakugo ╰➤ ꒰ pro-heroes au | friends to lovers ꒱ ♡ katsuki bakugo masterlist ♡

summary: you have zero clue where you are after your abduction. white walls, medical instruments, the smell of rust, and hazy memories are all that keep you company during your time in the mystery lab. the horrors that lurk between these steel walls are going to give you nightmares for an eternity. all you can think about is getting home to your best friends and family, back to the life you sorely missed. tags & warnings: mentions of blood/violence, eventual & mild smut, kidnapping/abduction, experimentation, physical & psychological torture, PTSD, implied/referenced self harm, cursing, talks of trauma | angst with happy ending, emotional hurt/comfort, regret, mutual pining, friends to lovers, insomnia, eventual romance a/n: To all of you who have stopped to read this fic, thank you so much! This was my jump back into writing after almost a decade. I appreciate every single one of you!! ꒰ Ao3 version | word count; 13,885k as of ch.3 ꒱ Masterlist 『♡』 this fic has a playlist! ✩

CHAPTER THREE: CHOKE

Day One (?)

Metallic rust.

That's all you could taste when you awoke from your drugged slumber, the world stuck in a haze as you hummed in discontent. 

Where the hell am I?

The thought muddled in your head as you attempted to gauge your surroundings. The numbness in your limbs from earlier had been replaced with a new sensation - your body feeling too heavy for your bones to carry. 

Did someone strap a weight to your shoulders and ankles? 

You rotate your head sluggishly to see an all white and gray room, one singular door directly ahead of where you sat. There's a metal table in the corner with a few machines - you can't seem to determine what their purposes are. On your left, a surgical instruments table sits ominously, a few bloody bandages and an empty syringe splayed across it.

There's a sudden pulse in your head that rattles your brain, the train of thought you had derailing instantly. Glimpses of memories begin to spark in your mind - Bakugo's anguished expression as you drifted out of consciousness, an unknown number of hands removing your hero suit and belongings, cold steel of an operating table touching your bare skin, the ungodly amount of poking and prodding of your delicate skin with needles of all shapes and sizes, and a glass enclosure.

How are you remembering all of this if you weren't even conscious for the majority of it?

As if to answer your silent question, a doctor enters the room - what you presume is a doctor, anyways, by the looks of his white surgeon coat and stethoscope around his neck. 

"Good morning. Would you prefer the use of your hero name or first name?" He asks, paging through the file on his clipboard.

What the fuck?

"Uhh...hero name?" you slur as you answer, voice cracking with exhaustion. You're not able to think straight in the moment and have zero adrenaline to be combative. 

"Noted. How are you feeling?" His tone is dry, like every other doctor you've met in your life.

"Shitty."

He quirks an eyebrow. "Can you elaborate?"

God, this is so annoying. Why the hell are you being interrogated?

"M'everything feels...funny. Heavy but also...fuzzy?"

He scribbles down notes on a few different pages, flipping back and forth through the stack on his clipboard. 

"Is it my turn t'ask a question?" you quip, snickering at your own request. 

He approaches you hastily and slaps the ever-loving shit out of you. You let out a sharp yelp, the sting of his palm radiating on your cheek. 

"Subjects only speak when spoken to."

A chill runs down your spine when he uses the term "subjects." Just how many of you are there?

"Return her to containment," he orders, signaling to someone behind you before turning to exit the room. Another man enters as the doctor leaves, dressed in white scrubs with mint green latex gloves. He approaches you, latching a pair of handcuffs around your wrists while turning off a device nearby.

"C'mon, move it," he scolds as he yanks on the chain of the handcuffs. You stumble forward to your feet, wobbling on jelly legs as he's dragging you behind him. Looking down, your wrists were littered with bruises in varying shades of yellow, purple and green. Had they cuffed you earlier and roughhoused you? A few raw spots on your arm lead you to believe they had taken blood from you at some point, too. You have zero inclination to how long you've even been wherever the hell you are - anything is possible.

The mystery worker drags you down multiple corridors of dimly lit metal hallways and various steel lacing the walls. There were no windows in sight as you maneuvered your way around the labyrinth of never-ending laboratories, holding cells and various medical exam rooms. He stops in front of a frosted glass cell, swiping a keycard in front of the mechanism on the door. It opens with a high pitched beep and he pushes you inside, whipping you around by the shoulders to face him. He undoes your restraints before slamming the glass door shut, locking it with another beep of the keycard. 

With the silence comes the realization of your current predicament, crashing down around you like a tidal wave. It's intense, the surge of emotion that cascades through your entire body as if someone flipped a switch inside you. 

One lingering thought pulls at your heartstrings - Bakugo's face as you slipped away from him, his panic and desperation as he failed to save you.

And to top it all off, you told him you loved him. 

In the heat of the moment, it felt right. But now? It feels selfish. You admitted your feelings just in time for them to be ripped away from him. You don't even know if you're going to see him ever again. What if you die down here?

Oh. 

What if you die down here?

Alone and scared.

Away from your family, friends...Katsuki, your best friend - the secret love of your life. 

You never got to kiss him, properly express your affection for him - the experience was stolen away from you.

You're left to your own devices inside an unknown cell, blubbering on the tiny cot in the corner, frustration burning in your chest as you're heaving sob after sob. It triggers something in you never felt before - an unfamiliar violent rage. Launching up from the cot, you snivel as you face the wall and punch it with all the energy you can gather. 

"Fuck!" You wail, failing to recollect the memory that your still under the effect of the quirk suppressant. The sound of your knuckles smashing against the steel wall reverbs as it sends lightning bolts of pain up your arm, dissolving as the adrenaline makes its way through your entire being.

And then something terrifying stirs in your guts as the blood drips from your knuckles onto the floor.

The pain was satisfying.

Day Nine

Days have passed, that much you knew, but how many? That answer remained unclear, no matter how many times you begged various workers around the compound. No one ever answered you with words, just violence. You’ve lost count how many times you’ve been slapped, kicked, and pushed around for engaging in minimal conversation. There’s other prisoners here, too, but no one is allowed to communicate. You see each other sometimes in the hallways but never long enough to speak, even if you wanted to. It was like everyone was a ghost, all haunting the same burial ground.

Shockingly enough, they keep you fed and allowed one shower per day. It's a confusing system, considering how inhumane things have proven to be, but you're convinced it's to keep their subjects "healthy" for their fucked up experiments. 

Your schedule consisted of a hellish rotation of broken sleep and taking whatever drugs they forced upon you. The amount of times you were pulled from your cell varied for their trials that they had planned for the day. Whether it be once, or four times, you never knew how many hours you'd be stuck under surveillance in a catatonic state. 

You desperately tried to turn your emotions off to protect your psyche at any chance you could. As much as you hated to admit defeat, the endless stress and over dosage of unknown substances was more than enough to keep you underwater, sinking further toward rock bottom with each passing moment.

A guard stalks up to your cell and bangs on the glass to grab your attention.

“Y/H/N, your cooperation is needed for test 15. Up and at ‘em.” 

Your body is burdened with all the medical trauma you've endured over the last few days, slowing your pace to a sluggish limp as you make your way toward the cell door. 

"Hurry it up, subject. We ain't got all day!" he shouts, startling you with his sudden command.

Fuck this place.

Day Fourteen

"Test 23, Y/H/N - Forced kinetic energy release. Begin testing."

You don't have time to react before the IVs hooked to you begin to force various fluids into your veins. The competing sensations flood through you in rough currents - hot, cold, burning, stinging in cycles. A well-known tunnel vision begins to cloud your sight as you squirm in the steel throne you've been restrained to. You're body is on the verge of passing out when an intrusive illusion appears before you.

"Hello? Sweetie?" 

Your mother appears in front of you, outstretching a phantom hand to touch your shoulder. 

What the fuck...mom? How is she here right now?

"Are you coming home?" she asks, her face settled in a deadpan expression. Her voice resembles a computerized AI, as if someone is programming her dialog.

"Mom?" you speak aloud, frightened by how real this looks and feels.

"Honey? Are you coming home? Katsuki and Izuku need you."

"Mom, I'm right here. What do you mean?" You're becoming more and more disturbed as she continues to drone on the same question.

"When are you coming home? Katsuki and Izuku need help."

She's not real.

She's not really here - this shadow knows nothing. 

Snap the fuck out of it, they must have drugged you with a hallucinogenic. 

But why? What the hell does this have to do with quirk suppressants? 

"You're not here," you growl, screwing your eyes shut, refusing to entertain anymore of this apparition of your mother. 

"Oh, but honey, I am!"

What?

A force squeezes at your throat, cutting off an anxious breath as it leaves your lips. You scramble to grasp at the hallucination, forgetting you're trapped in the testing chamber and can't move. Your hands are flexing repeatedly under the shackles as energy is collecting in your palms, unable to control the emotional response racing through every nerve in your body.

They must have not given you the suppressant...or mixed it with something more deadly. 

"No!" You croak, your scream choked out by the pressure on your neck. 

Your vision turns white, a sudden surge of energy expelling from your palms, pulsing intensely over and over again. You can feel the impact against the chair beneath you, the sound of shredding metal filling your ears as kinetic energy is forcibly pouring out of you in succession.

"Cease testing, inject sedation."

The pain in your hands dissipates immediately upon hearing the doctor's orders, followed by the prick of a thick needle penetrating the crook of your neck. The white cast in your vision fades, reality returning to you as your eyes glass over. One of the scientist walks around the chair and stands before you with another goddamn clipboard. 

"Y/H/N, please describe how you feel and what you saw."

That familiar fire returns in your chest from your first night here - the aggressive urge to lash out. Was this a side-effect of whatever serum they've been loading you up with?

"Fuck you," you snarl, lip quivering as you're attempting to bury the ferocity thrashing inside you, begging to be set free.

He approaches you and snatches your cheeks in a rough hold. His grip tightens around your jaw as he repeats his question. 

"One more time - Y/H/N, describe how you feel and what you saw."

The flame burns hotter as your fists are trembling, the emotion becoming overbearing.

Before you can stop yourself, your palms shoot up into an offensive position, sparking with the remaining collective of kinetic energy as it bursts forward, striking the scientist and sending him tumbling backward. The bonds on the arms of the chair must have broken and freed your hands during the test - you didn't even notice until you attacked the guard. 

Shit.

"Quirk handcuffs and solitary - stat," orders the doctor over the surround system. 

The door to the room slams open and three more scientists scramble inside as they're rushing to surround you. One shoves you down harshly into the metal chair, bouncing your head off the back of it. 

Black…everything goes black.

When you come to, you’re in a new room that you don’t recognize. It’s different from the one you’ve called “home” since your arrival. There’s a mirror in the cell they’ve thrown you in and you catch a glimpse of yourself for the first time in...you don't know how long. The reflection shows you someone you don’t recognize - the girl staring back at you isn’t you. It looks like you, but her vicious predatory grin is bone chilling. This doppelgänger glares daggers at you, tilting her head menacingly as she mouths, “get out of me.”

You throw a punch at the mirror and shatter it as a blood curdling scream erupts from deep in your gut. Stumbling to the floor, you lay on the cold concrete and stare into the blank space of the solitary prison cell. You can’t even will yourself to cry.

I wanna go home…I wanna go home… 

The thought recycled on loop, taunting the strength of your mental state.

I want to go home to mom, to Izuku, to Katsuki…anywhere but here. 

You need to survive...

No. You will survive. 

This will not kill you. 

Day Twenty Five

"Y/H/N, we are going to proceed with a psychological evaluation."

Like you had a choice in the matter.

“Can you describe your experience from test 23?”

“Horrible,” you groan, the vision of your mother flowing to the forefront of your memory. “I saw a hallucination of someone that could physically touch me.”

You’ve learned in your time here not to ask further questions - answer as plainly as possible and move on. 

The scientist clacked the keys on her laptop obnoxiously. “And it felt real?”

Unfortunately, yes.

“Yes.” You turn your eyes to the floor as she proceeds to type whatever nonsense into the database. She retrieves a clipboard from the bag slung on the back of her chair, sliding it across the table to you. 

"Can you confirm this report is accurate from your initial intake?"

You begin to scan over the form when the words "if you want to get out of here" catch your attention.

Y/N

Y/H/N

Subject 57 - Kinetic Energy

Do not speak or react this note, until specified, if you want to get out of here.

...What?

I'm an undercover hero from the United States. I've been here for six months, waiting for an officially ranked hero to come through the facility. I haven't been able to leave since my arrival and communication has been cut off from my agency. You're the first non-civilian they've captured. 

Blink four times if you had a cellphone on you when you were taken. 

You look up at her and blink four times - she shoots her eyes back down to the form, signaling you to continue reading. 

Can you contact outside help? Could be the agency you belong to or co-workers.

Tap the table twice for yes and three times for no.

You tap the table twice, pretending to point to specific information on the page your reading. If you could get access to your cellphone, you might just be able to send your location to initiate a rescue mission.

"Thank you, Y/H/N," she says, grabbing the clipboard and returning it to her bag. "I'll take you back to your cell, follow me."

Following the standard protocol that you're used to, she slaps a pair of handcuffs around your wrists before exiting the room. Once you reach your cell, she steps inside with you, removing the cuffs and motioning for you to come closer.

"I can look in the evidence chamber for your phone, more than likely it's in there with the other belongings after your decontamination process. Workers aren't allowed any communication devices, but they keep all of the captor's personal items guarded in one place." 

You don't have time to ask her all the questions you're dying to know the answers to - how'd she get here, how did the USA know of the lab, what her undercover work consisted of, why no  one came to find her...a plethora of unknowns. 

But right now? She's willing to help you, that's all that matters.

"If you can conjure up enough energy with your quirk, can you charge it?" she asks faintly. 

You nod in response, confirming the answer silently. Similarly to your classmate from UA, Kaminari, you were able to charge devices by converting kinetic energy into an electronic wavelength - a trick Eraserhead taught you back in Junior year. 

"Here's the plan - In five days, I'll be the guard on night shift. I'll give you an empty shot of the suppressant to make it look like a realistic dosage. Once the others have dissipated to their quarters, I can lead you to the evidence stash and let you rummage through the bins while I keep watch. You grab the phone, I'll hide it in my uniform, bring you back to your cell and toss it to the floor. I'll patrol the hall while you get things set up and make contact with another hero or your agency."

She peers out of the glass cell and sees another guard making his way down the hall. 

"Don't say a word. I'll be back in 5 days, and I'm sorry for what I'm about to do," she apologizes as she cracks you on the jaw with a hearty slap.

You know she had to fake it in front of the other guard to keep her cover - it still hurt like hell.

She shuts the door with a noisy clang of the door's mechanism, a high pitched beep locking it in place. 

And thus, the countdown to freedom begins.

Five days until you finally make contact with the outside world - with someone.

Someone? No, you already knew who you were sending the information to - like it wasn't obvious who you'd choose to signal for help.

Day Twenty Nine

You've come this far, you can't back down now. 

All you had to do was make your way back to the evidence room with the undercover hero lady, find your phone, and sneak back to your holding cell. 

And force your quirk to activate. 

...and not get caught.

The suspense of the plan succeeding was enough to keep you on edge as the nightly sedations were distributed. She appeared, just like she promised, and administered a fake injection to your arm. You put on a front for the other guards, fooling them into thinking you were properly medicated. 

The plan's been set in motion - she'll be back in a few hours.

Day Thirty

You could feel the liberation in your grasp - the victory of sneaking your phone back to your cell filling you with exhilaration. All you had to do was wait for lights out to attempt your escape plan. You have no idea how deep the lab sits under Sector 42 and if you'll even be able to obtain a signal in your cell.

Focusing all of your willpower into the tip of your pointer finger, you hold it closely as sparks of energy softly crackle into the charging port of the phone. 

Just a minute to charge, that's all I need. Enough battery to turn it on, send a call and a text and turn it back off.

You're beginning to feel lightheaded as your phone successfully powers on with a soft vibration and the logo appearing on screen. 

Holy shit, it worked!

Hurriedly, you flip the silent switch before notifications begin to pour into the device, catching up on all the missed communications over the last month. Multiple calls, text messages, e-mails, the standard amount that you expected. The battery hovered at 7% and the time read 3:05AM. You glance at the date underneath the time - it's been an entire month since you disappeared. 

A whole goddamn month.

There's no time to spiral over that right now!

Hunched over behind your cot, you proceed to open your messages to keep your plan on track. You're not shocked by the amount of missed texts from everyone; Midoriya, Jiro, Uraraka, Kirishima, Mina...and Bakugo.

You had 127 unread texts from him, the last coming in less than ten minutes ago.

One hundred and twenty seven.

You freeze, a mixture of guilt, excitement, and panic surging through you. Shoving all that down - you've gotten too good at doing that - you clicked on the thread, catching the last dozen or so of his messages.

[2:45AM] i don’t want to say this in a fucking text of all things [2:45AM] especially under these circumstances  [2:46AM] but i’m scared i’ll never get to say it to you [2:46AM] i’m a fucking idiot for not telling you sooner [2:47AM] god dammit [2:48AM] i love you [2:48AM] like a stupid fucking amount [2:49AM] i convinced myself i didn’t and that you wouldn’t feel the same [2:50AM] and when you come home [2:50AM] i’ll tell you every damn day to make up for all the times i didn’t [2:51AM] that’s a promise [2:52AM] i love you lite-brite

Tears are silently falling from your eyes, wide with astonishment at the words you're reading from him. There's no way this is real - you've got to be strung out from the quirk-drugs they've forced upon you. A delayed side effect of some sort? They've given you delusions in the past, it's not that farfetched. 

He convinced himself not to love you? He's always loved you?! 

He said 'I love you,' twice.

Twice!

You don't have time to read the rest as much as you're dying to catch up on all the potential sweet nothings he's sent to you over the last few weeks, but you do have time for one thing.

Before you chicken out, you click the "Call" button next to his name. The phone suddenly feels like a cinderblock in your hand as you shakily hold it to your ear. You think he's not going to answer until you hear faint rustling sounds on the other end of the line.

"H-hello?! Y/N!?" You can't say anything - your body straightens, goosebumps covering you from head to toe. All of the misery you were holding on to, the trauma and terror, evaporated at the sound of those two words. Those two measly words wrapped around you and offered a warmth you haven't known in weeks.

You click the "End Call" button, hating that you probably gave him a heart attack, but you selfishly needed to hear his voice. 

Before you forget your initial plan, you send a pinned location to Bakugo. You know he'll come running - blasting, rather - as soon as he can pinpoint exactly how to break into the lab. You have zero doubts that he can't figure it out.

[3:11AM] *location sent*

One last thing for good measure? You send an orange heart emoji. 

Right as you're about to scroll up and read his past messages, your phone powers down with the empty battery symbol displaying on screen.

Your heart is racing, threatening to beat out of your chest as his words reverberate in your mind. 

I love you like a stupid fucking amount.

You can't help but chuckle at the sentiment - that's so Bakugo of him to say. 

At least your plan was a success and you were able to accomplish the small goal. Now all you have to do is play the waiting game - knowing Bakugo, and presumably Midoriya? That won't be long at all.

You lay back in your cot, smiling for the first time in ages, relishing in your triumph. 

And for the first night since you've arrived, a peaceful rest welcomes you with open arms. You dream of home, running in the park under the glow of the sun and finding Bakugo under the shade of a nearby tree, waiting patiently for you in the summer breeze. 

next up, we wrap back to the boys as they plan their rescue mission! and they're not going alone as they recruit their closest friends in their crazy plan to get you back. and don't worry, it won't be easy. tags: @bakugouswaif @k1tk4tkatsuki @bells2319 @st0nedbitch @deftonianfr ✩ if you’d like to be tagged when updates are posted, message/comment to be added! ✩

[railingsofsorrow]

RAILINGSOFSORROW'S FICS RECS (0.1)

here's the 1st part of a recs list of my favourite fics! (had to split in two because tumblr was being a nightmare) have it mind that they can either be on tumblr or ao3.

the (+) means it has a smut masterlists: [0.1] [0.2]

↯

━━ CRIMINAL MINDS

↬flight risk by @brywrites (s.reid x reader) (series)

I didn't know I could feel so safe reading about a pilot and a profiler, given their jobs, but I did and this fic is so magical. I loved the analogies the angst everything plz read it.

↬the sleep chronicles by @stickseasn (s.reid x reader)

↬a moment of weakness by @writer-in-theory (s.reid x reader) (series)

↬lepus the hare by @↑ (s.reid x reader)

↬(in)visible by @foxy-eva (s.reid x reader)

I felt like the words were being said to me *crying*

↬sundays by @definitelynotkatesblog (s.reid x reader)

↬ if you'll have me by @reidscanehand (s.reid x reader)

↬mister spencer by @imagining-in-the-margins (s.reid x singlemom!reader)

↬fall apart by @spencersimp (s.reid x reader)

↬bluebell by stillmarauding (ao3)

this one is really good, 90 chapters so far and still updating.

↬lost at sea by @five-bi-five-mind (j.jareau x reader)

literally everything written by this account is amazing.

↬breakfast by @↑ (j.jareau x reader)

↬ spontaneous phenomena by @luveline (a.hotchner x reader)

彡

━━ HARRY POTTER

1. [marauders era]

↬interrupted by @cosmal (rubgy!james x f!reader)

↬chocolate orange by @↑ (r.lupin x reader)

↬crooked ties by @cupids-crystals (j.potter x reader)

↬mary macdonald by @↑ (r.lupin x sister!reader)

↬first class let down by @starstruckwillows (adhd!j.potter x reader)

↬oh bloody hell by @gtgbabie0 (j.potter x reader)

↬championship cups by @perpetuallydaydreaming (j.potter x reader)

↬bun in the oven by @letterstotheflre (r.lupin x f!reader)

↬never be another by @cryonme (r.lupin x reader)

↬he loves you by @↑ (r.black x reader)

↬cursed by @pregnant-piggy (s.black x reader) (series)

all of their fics are great.

↬off days by @messers-moony (s.black × daughter!reader)

I love everything they write + wolfstar dads<;33

↬she's a fighter by @stylesparker (r.black x reader)

↬little king by @acosmis-t (r.black x reader)

↬cocoa by @earlgreydream (r.black x reader)

from time to time I come back to reread it. it's a comfort blurb <3

↬ours by @janesociety (l.evans x f!reader)

why are there barely any lily evans fics??? let's change that.

↬loving is easy by rxgulus (jegulus; background wolfstar)

I've gushed about this fic on here. I love everything about it, remus being a tease, james being a simp, sirius being a drama queen and regulus being regulus. there's also baby harry at some point. it is my favourite one for a reason go read it.

↬step into the daylight and let it go by serendipitysirius (jegulus; background wolfstar) (currently being updated)

I have at least five quotes from this fic glued on my bedroom walls. it is that special to me.

↬drugs and surgical scrubs by anauro (jegulus; background wolfstar; rosekiller) (currently being updated)

one of the best piece of work I've ever read, worth every tear.

↬absent mindedly making me want you by calamitoustide (jegulus; background wolfstar) (completed)

my FAVORITE fic of all time, I love the way james and reg are portrayed in this, it's so raw and innocent and special.

↬papa mia! by chasingthestar (jegulus; background wolfstar & marylily) (currently being updated)

the angst kills me but the fluff is worth it.

↬a doorstep of affection by @marauders-venting (wolfstar)

↬unlovable by @masivechaos (dads!wolfstar x reader)

↬panic by @sp1rit-realm (platonic/poly! marauders x reader)

all of their fics are amazing.

↬boyfriend swap by @v1oletvenus (s.black x reader; platonic!j.potter x reader)

↬mouth of september by @luveline (platonic!marauders x reader)

one of my favourites.

1. [golden trio era]

↬ just the medicine by @vanillann (d.malfoy x reader)

↬evergreen by @starlitsilvereyes (drarry)

↬say the words then stay around by teatrolley (drarry)

it's an orphan account but it's still available and it's so so good.

↬ all wounds heal by @willowbleedsonpaper (t. nott x reader; d.malfoy x reader)

funfact: theo nott fics was what got me into the marauders wormhole plus this is a work of art.

↬ twinkle by @sapphicwhxre (h.granger x reader)

↬not like any other by @hadesrise (h.potter x slytherin!male!reader)

↬harry calls you after a breakdown by @igncrantbliss (h.potter x reader)

[ladamedusoif]

Baking (Dieter Bravo x OFC! Andie Wallace-Bravo)

A Merry Fic-Mas - December 2

Part of A Merry Fic-Mas: A Holiday Fic Calendar (click for masterlist)

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC!Andie Wallace-Bravo

Rating: Teen/Mature

Word count: ~1500 words

Warnings: Mild drug references, alcohol references, strong language, implied smut

Summary: Although he’d once been more known for getting baked, these days Dieter is more interested in baking of a different kind. 

Author's note: This entry in A Merry Fic-Mas is inspired by the very wonderful Curls series by @farawayfromwanting/@agentjackdaniels and @julesonrecord. It's an honour to have the chance to add my own tiny little scene to the Bravo-Wallace family story, and I hope their wonderful creator likes this humble little tale of Holiday Dandie.

Dieter Bravo was not what anyone would call a wholly domesticated man. Marriage and kids had encouraged him to embrace the joys of basic family cooking, but he still struggled with anything beyond the simplest of recipes. 

“I’m an actor, Mamá,” he’d protested as his mother tried to teach him a few of her staples. “It’s basically a given that we’re gonna live on takeout and on-set catering.”

But Dieter had a culinary secret. Baking. In the literal, not metaphorical, sense. Though that was a specialism, too. Less so, these days. 

Even at his hedonistic peak, he’d somehow still retained the ability to produce the best cookies - weed optional, though usually a given - anyone had ever tasted. He didn’t have an exact recipe, just went on vibes. It was soothing, all that gentle mixing and rolling and cutting and baking. He’d made full use of the in-house kitchen in rehab, churning out variations on his failsafe cookie recipe as a kind of therapeutic exercise.

Now, Dieter is swiping through holiday baking ideas on Pinterest while the kids dance energetically to the Bluey opening credits. He’s been the stay-at-home parent for the last couple of months, the strike and production delays for season two of When You’re Lost in the Darkness offering him a welcome chance to stay put and just be a dad. 

Andie walks into the family room dressed in her favourite smart casual outfit of stylish grey coat, white blouse and jeans, makeup subtle and dark curls arranged over one shoulder, her purse slung across her body. She’s in demand, these days, and with Christmas fast approaching Dieter wanted to give her a proper day to herself: get her nails done, have a facial, whatever she wanted. 

“You sure you don’t want me to stay? I feel bad heading out and not staying with you guys on my day off.”

Dieter looks up from his iPad and smiles at his wife. “When was the last time you had a day just for you, angel? We’re fine. Go! Relax! Shop! Do whatever!” He stands up from the couch and shoos her affectionately towards the door, barely letting her pause to kiss the kids goodbye.

Charlie and Ezra do not take their eyes off Bluey for a moment.

Dieter sits beside the kids on the big rug in front of the TV. “So…how’d you guys like to make a surprise for mama?”

Charlie shoots him a look so uncannily similar to her mother’s that Dieter has to pause for a moment. “We’re watching Bluey.”

Ezra nods, bright blond hair gleaming. “Boo-ee.”

“Okay, how about this: we make some cookies for mama, we have lots of fun, and then you can watch more Bluey. Hmmm?”

The children turn to each other as if conferring over their father’s offer. Charlie, as the eldest, assumes the role of spokesperson.

“Okay. But we get to eat cookies and watch Bluey.”

The Pinterest post Dieter had selected as inspiration showed a perfect, well-scrubbed family enjoying a platter of gorgeous, golden holiday cookies frosted and decorated with surgical precision. 

His kitchen, however, had disintegrated into a case of Pinterest versus reality, soundtracked by Dieter’s personal holiday playlist.

Ezra’s wails drown out the sound of Run DMC while Charlie protests that she wasn’t trying to eat Ez’s bowl of frosting. Her dark curls, meanwhile, are streaked with flour, dough, and sugary globs of red and white fondant icing.

They seem to have somehow used every single bowl in the Bravo-Wallace household, the kitchen countertops crowded with mixing bowls of various sizes and coated in flour and sugar. As Dieter turns to comfort Ezra he skids on what he rapidly realises is an errant egg white.

“Motherfuck- sorry, Charlie. And Ezra. Sorry, Charlie and Ezra!”

No sooner has he picked up his son than the oven timer pings, and Charlie is off her stool and opening the oven door - bare-handed - like a shot. Dieter throws himself across the kitchen as best he can, half-diving to get Charlie away from the hot surfaces while somehow still maintaining his balance with little Ezra in his other arm.

Now Charlie starts wailing. “I wanna take the cookies out for Mamaaaaaaaaa!”

Ezra joins in. 

José Feliciano entreats the Bravo-Wallaces to a feliz Navidad. 

Dieter takes a deep breath and tries to summon up what's left of his holiday spirit.

Andie Wallace-Bravo has had a manicure, a pedicure, a facial, and feels like a new woman. She even managed to get in some Christmas shopping at The Grove, stopping at the Farmers Market for a coffee before heading home. 

The house seems eerily quiet, though, as Andie opens the front door and steps inside. No TV. Just the faint sound of holiday music coming from the direction of the kitchen. She drops her purse on the hall table and goes in search of her little clan.

“Dieter? Kids?”

“Mamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I made you cookies! Seeeeeee!” 

Charlie collides with her mother and Andie becomes conscious of something sticking to her favourite grey coat: a freshly-baked sugar cookie, shaped like what she suspects is meant to be a Chrismas tree, and dripping in frosting and sprinkles. 

“Oh! Yes, I can see - hey, where’s your brother?”

Right on cue, Ezra toddles around the corner. He is, from head to toe, almost entirely green. 

He extends his chubby arms towards Andie, who shucks off her coat and picks him up. So much for this blouse, she muses. 

“Dieter, why is our son green?”

Dieter is leaning against the kitchen island, sweatpants covered in what looks like flour and tiny white handprints all over his dark grey t-shirt. He turns to look at his wife and reveals a face covered in splodges of red and green frosting, and hair rendered white with powdered sugar and flour. 

“Hiiiii, angel. We, uh… we wanted to surprise you. With cookies.”

Andie’s heart swells so much that she’s able, somehow, to ignore the apocalyptic scene in every corner of her kitchen. “You made cookies, for me?”

Ezra claps his little hands together. “COOKEEE MAMA! COOKEEEEE MAMAAAAA!” 

Charlie joins in with the chant, beating a loud tattoo on an upturned mixing bowl, oblivious to the dough plopping onto the floor. 

“Dee, my love? How much frosting did they eat, exactly?”

Dieter had protested when Andie insisted on helping with cleanup. She silenced him with a kiss to his sugar-coated lips, tugging on a pair of rubber gloves to protect her sparkling festive manicure.

“We’re a team, baby. Anyway, if we didn’t tackle this together I think we’d still be cleaning it by New Year’s.”

With the last of the bowls finally washed and put away, Andie reaches into one of the high cupboards and retrieves a bottle of Irish cream liqueur. 

“It’s Christmas, after all, and I have been looking forward to this all day. Come join me on the couch? There should be some cocoa in the cupboard if you want.”

Dieter smiles and nods. “I’ll be there in a couple of minutes, angel. Just want to check on one final batch of dough.”

When Dieter finally emerges, still in his deconstructed cookie-coated clothes, he’s holding a plate of plain cookies and carrying a mug of hot cocoa for himself. 

“The final batch of cookies.” He places them on the coffee table and sinks into the couch beside his wife, resting his head on Andie’s shoulder. “These ones are, uh, a little different. Special.”

Andie looks at him dubiously. “Special?”

He exhales and stretches out, picking up a cookie and nibbling at it. “Weed cookies. For some much-needed relaxation.”

“Oh. Ohhhhh.” Andie giggles and puts down her glass, picking up a cookie. “Well. Holiday cheer, indeed. Thank you, baby.” She takes a bite, chews, and turns to Dieter in astonishment. 

“Holy fucking shit, Dee? These are insane?!” 

He quirks a floured eyebrow and grins. “Still got it. Still making the best cookies in Hollywood.”

Andie is two cookies in when she starts to get giggly, tucking her feet under her and whispering sweet nothings at Dieter as he munches on another of his creations. 

“Merry Christmas, Mr Bravo. You’re the best, you know?”

Dieter hums happily to himself, a soft, blissed-out smile spreading across his face. “Mmmm. No. You are. You’re the best. The best best.”

She giggles again and rests her head on his shoulder. “We’re so fucking lucky. Aren’t we?”

He grunts in assent. 

Andie kisses Dieter’s broad shoulder through his t-shirt. “Hey, Dee. Hey. Wanna make out on the couch?”

No answer. 

“Dee?”

A soft snore. Andie melts a little at the sight: her beloved, still the handsomest thing she’s ever seen even if he’s covered in half the contents of their cupboards. She studies his face, reaching out to gently trace her fingers over his gorgeous features, and leans in to kiss his forehead. 

He tastes of sugar.

Another kiss. More sweetness. Andie giggles, and proceeds to kiss and lick the rest of the frosting off her husband’s face.

Dieter opens one eye, half-awake. “Angel, are you…licking me clean?”

She giggles before standing up and helping Dieter to his feet. 

“Sure am. So let’s go to bed where I can finish the job.” She reaches down to pat her husband’s ass, flour rising in a cloud of dust as she does so. 

“Always said you tasted sweet, baby.”

Dividers by @estrelinha-s

[starinthemeadow]

that one time a fic about Harry Potter’s dead dad and Harry Potter��s dead godfather’s dead little death eater brother in a modern world taught me how to prep for a surgery, recover from a heroin addiction, and have safe-sex all in the span of like 21 chapters

If I had a nickel for every time an angsty fanfic taught me a chemistry concept that I ended up using for the next test, I’d have two nickels. Which isnt a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice.

[sunseekerstarchaser]

Fanfics Recs

Hi! So lets talk about the elephant on the room, Zar’s gone, their fics are gone. Im sure they did the best thing for them and I hope they're okay and that they can still enjoy this fandom without having to deal with the toxics part of it, doing so from the anonymity. Maybe one day they would bring their fics back, but maybe they wont. either way, this fandom is full of AMAZING stories, and every day I see new ones! Every day a new writer comes out with such beautiful and interesting concepts, so please, be kind to them, remember fanfic is not something you can buy, this is a comunity where we all interact and interchange opinions and our creativity in the ways we can!

I created a page for all the fics I have read and enjoyed, and Im working on one for my tbr.

Read Fics

TBR

And because it takes time to do it prettily, here’s a list of recomendations too! (That are not on the previous pages yet)

After Everything, Always by Reggie4dayzz 

A Taste of Scandal by Solmussa

all the world around us by softhearted 

A thousand bells ring in my heart (how hard it is to ask for forgiveness) by Alfonsiny 

Balancing act - onedayofcourse

blinding lights by introvertedhufflepuff 

By Your Heart's Calm Strenght - pansysnarkinson

can i save you this time? (can you save me too?) by maynightcity ***

Chasing the sun (For you) - matchamoony

Diptych by pansysnarkinson 

Don't Blame me (Love Made me Crazy) - pieces_of_a_mirrorball

Downfall by Lunarde 

Drugs and surgical scrubs by anauro

edge by pinkpalaceapartments 

Futile devices by moonylovesreggie  

GreenLight by starmoonchaser

Good Old-Fashioned Loverboy - TakeSwimmingLessons

glimpses of heaven by lunahunt 

heaven is here if you want it by invisiblemuseum 

If The Sun Caught Icarus by dantesstarsxxxii  

i'll be seeing you by residentrookie 

in the fires of our youth (oh, brother of mine) by quynhorlose 

Into the Dark by regulusdiary

Kill Your Darlings by MesserMoon 

lifeless things (nothing beside remains) by sisyphusss 

Lost At Sea by star_stories 

Loving is easy - rxgulus

Si vis pacem, para bellum by aureusprongs 

Teeth  -amour_anguis, regularis_vas 

the elysium by pixie90smom 

The Catfish & the King - TheBiButterfly

The Strange Serendipity of Regulus Arcturus Black by shy_attention_whore 

this is me trying by witchhunts

Thole, Reggie. Thole by puddinghater26 

Would That I by third_crow 

We are all Stardust by rrosie_08 

The ones in black are just my personal favorites!

[themarvelmarauder]

Top 5 fav Jegulus fic

Just lovers, art heist baby, crimson rivers, whatever happened to the young young lovers, drugs and surgical scrubs

[rollercoasterwords]

hello! i am in desperate need for ao3 fics so i've decided to ask u for some recommendations. preferably wolfstar or jegulus (or both) but i would also be interested in a drarry fic if u have any recs of that.

these r some of the ones ive already read:

literally all of ur hp works

choices

kill your darlings

atyd

art heist baby!

drugs and surgical scrubs

thank you <3

lol sure i will do my best but keep in mind that this is not a fic rec blog bc i. do not read enough fic to like...provide a wide selection. this year especially i have not been reading v much fanfiction so most of my recs will probably be repeats of the fics that i always suggest when people ask me for recs lmao

(side note u can also look thru the #fic recs tag on my blog + my bookmarks on ao3!)

anyway. u will have 2 excuse the repetition but here is a list of some of my faves:

all the lonely people by superloonyluna @superloonyluna (wolfstar)

last of the summer sun by superloonyluna @superloonyluna (wolfstar, jily, dorlene, regulus/emmeline) [this one is a wip but it is. one of my absolute favorite stories <3]

the son and heir of nothing in particular by aeridi0nis @steelycunt (wolfstar)

the way we look like animals by dykesiriusblack @dykefever (j/r/s)

bury a friend by theinvisiblemuseum @theinvisiblemuseum (wolfstar, jegulus, pandalily, dorlene, emmary)

kept in cages by sweet_s0rr0w @sweet-s0rr0w (drarry)

notes on a resurrection by newleaves (drarry)

of memories and milk thievery by moonymoment @mayescapade (wolfstar)

astra inclinant by eleventy7 (scorpius malfoy/james sirius potter...i know this isn't one of the ships u asked for but just. trust me)

soup-pocalypse and the great curry cataclysm by squadofcats (drarry)

dear your holiness by mollymarymarie @mollymarymarie (wolfstar)

that's the art of getting by by sarewolf @sarewolf (wolfstar)

beneath a big blue sky by eyra @eyra (wolfstar)

[jamesisasimp]

Regulus and Remus after a whole day of keeping everyone safe on the ski trip

Hi Kit!

The bois are just having a great damn time! I can see James and Sirius now, just laying on the couch all banged up and bruised, elevating half of their possibly broken (not broken but it feels broken) limbs, watching them like

(James and Sirius are me)

[limetimo]

RAB FICS I READ (JUNE pt2)

The Mystery of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place by altaiswrites time travel, harry hops to the 70s, Harry/Regulus

Just Different, Apparently by risetherivermoon (moonriverrise) super cute jegulus meet cute!!!!!!

i fell hard (in your arms tonight) by grimstars touched starved regulus in jegulus

by the milk-light of moon by dalula for just_a_whorecrux sirius/regulus PWP

The Left Right Game by grimstars a horror story, I read the first chapter and realised that I'm not in a good place for psycho stuff but the writing is really good so if you're into horror, go for it

The Day Bleeds Into Nightfall by acari regulus revenge-fucks james before going to the cave

Butterflies by xpandorasbox texting au jegulus

Running Away From The House of Black the Slytherin Way by Melancholy_Pug what it says on the tin, future jegulus

carpe diem by els31 modern au doctor regulus jegulus

Paper Rings by apricusapollo jegulus love is for poets by arainai (alarainai) for aureusprongs lowkey angsty jegulus with good ending

paint it black by damagecontrol MAFIA AU very nice

Lead The Way by thissucks Sirius suddenly finds himself Regulus' guardian. Everybody agrees that regulus will eat sirius alive. loving the bartylus

Rich Kid, Asshole (Paint Me as a Villain) by Loki_Demon this is so good, regulus is such an entitled little asshat who goes down with his hubris i would fistfight him in a tesco parking lot

The Long Game by lackadaisical_lizard artist reg jock james jegulus

the deadly seven by remusjlupin1981 regulus had a son, dropped him off on narcissa's doorstep and fucked off to hunt horcruxes. things are not fun

Home is not a place by regulusarchieblack (AlRiddle) for coincidences accidental choild adoption

on behalf of the good dark regulus reborn as draco, a series

Drugs and surgical scrubs by anauro doctor regulus ends up with a stabbed drug addict james on his couch. he's not happy about it but at least the guy is hot

After Everything, Always by Reggie4dayzz jegulus

Empire by Saphireraven13 regulus is alive and married and has 4 kids and it's a crossover and i dont know the other fandom, so.

grievance and dirt. by anonymoussqaure black bros

Basic Instinct by ilios28 bartylus! also reg murdered his parents, love that for him

could we pretend (this won't end?) by a_sentimental_man for queerofthedagger harry/regulus, regulus accidentally travels forward in time

Auror Academy - the class of 1979 by Regulus_Potter ♥♥♥ jegulus slowburn, reguls lily friendship

Grimmauld's Home for Unsafe Learners by averea ♥♥♥♥♥ Regulus is potion master instead of snape and by god he will offer a sanctuary to all students with bad homes dumbledore can shut his whore mouth

love sticks, sweat drips by riomariyn fight club? jegulus

do you have a best friend? by coincidences for regulusarchieblack (AlRiddle) regulus and his daughter move to hogsmeade and become astronomy professors, v cute

this is me trying by witchhunts regulus dies and travels back to his younger body

Regulus Black vs Dish Washing by writer_of_sorts recovering after war fic v neato

Fall, Drown, Reborn by melanie_bxx jegulus and smut and uuuh regulus almost dying

The Strange Serendipity of Regulus Arcturus Black by shy_attention_whore reg dies wakes up eleven

if you think you can save me by dxncingquxxr regulus survives, is astronomy professor

The Paths We Take by nagemeikenu  detective lily goes searching for missing regulus (1940s au)

What It Cost by Anonymous regulus keeps surviving for harry

The Gringotts Job by TheWomanInGreen heist time, baby, or reg sirius marlene james and lily stealing the cup

Prawns by wandering_thought "my animagus will be better than your animagus"

Bonding In Different Directions by nagemeikenu regulus trains horses, sirus is an actor, they meet on a job

enough contrition to spare by xslytherclawx for quandrix_quizard regulus goes to dumbledore, it sucks, but he's alive, so.

orn of Blood by Moe64 percy jackson au jeglus wolfstar ect ect

I Will Not be Brave by TheWomanInGreen regulus fucks up and is captured by DEs and shares a cell with Marlene and later, JAmes

No Love for the Wicked by VigilanteVampire4311 harry gets yot to a version of past where tom riddle is a dada prof. this version of regulus is so funny to me

Somebody to Love by Graceless_Lady for KaiSkitty Regulus/Lily

a red 'happy birthday papa!' lego cake by sunburnt (orphan_account) cute

okay, who brought back the damned legos? by sunburnt cute jegulus raising harry

hope is the thing with antlers by stardiver jegulus

all i want for christmas is you by lemndrps toxic bartylus MCD

[calamitoustide]

Hi again! I have some sort of sad James fic recs (although in some cases it’s more James in mourning), but here they are: living in the border lines by inthesquare, hope is the thing with antlers by stardiver, a great big tragedy by bizarrestars, en avant by blueroseboquet, I’ll still see it until I die by artiest. Some more recs that are less sad James and more struggling James (him struggling with his mental health or something else): drugs and surgical scrubs by anauro, Youngblood by rweoutofthewoods, pathological people pleaser by rweoutofthewoods, I didn’t tell you I was scared by cinnamix, priorities by rxgulus, skeletons you hide (show me yours, I’ll show you mine) by mraudersmoon. Honestly I wish I could recommend your own fics cuz there are so many of yours that I would add to this list. You’re honestly such a wonderful writer and I’m grateful I get you read what you share with the world!

I haven't really dove into grieving James! so those are new thank you (besides a great big tragedy that fic killed me) but with the other sad james recs... yeah I've read most of them or at least have seen them... I'm telling you it's a sickness. I haven't read I didn't tell you I was scared though and it looks like it will absolutely destroy me so I added it to the list!

Also thank you :( I really appreciate it. I will get back to writing sad James soon! and then it won't feel like I'm in a drought. Soon! Soon!!

[goodxgraces]

part 2 because i said so

-SUGAR HIGH by IvyCore

summary: wealthy philanthropist james potter shouldn’t be this miserable. but in the wake of a messy divorce, he’s been left feeling like his heart is up for auction with no bidders. that starts to change as he becomes increasingly drawn into the intriguing life of a mysterious sex worker named regulus. but as time goes on, the lines of their arrangement become increasingly blurred until neither of them can make sense of what they’ve become.

21/? chapters, 152569 words, jegulus, marylily and wolfstar, absolutely fantastic, very expilicit, there's smut and angst, and the cliffhanger of the 21st chaper omg

-Drugs and surgical scrubs by anauro

summary: james was fairly certain nothing could ever come close to heroin, absolutely nothing, but regulus black wasn’t far off. medical AU fic set in modern london, where regulus is a doctor and marauders are drug addicts. rated mature for addiction (including implied underage use and overdoses) and mental health illness themes. chapters 20+ contain smut. all characters are adults. eventual james/regulus, where it is james that needs saving.

25/45 chapters, 180965 words, jegulus and rosekiller and minor wolfstar, it's ongoing, it's a bit heavy but awesome, contains smut, i can't wait for the next chapter!!!

ok here's a list of great fics about the marauders i'm recommending that nobody asked for

(they are all on ao3)

-Art Heist, Baby! by otrtbs

summary: when james potter answers a mysterious ad in his local coffee shop, the last thing he expects is to be thrown into a world of white collar crime, but how can he resist when the mastermind behind the operation has dark hair and brooding eyes and promises wealth beyond james' wildest imagination? he would do anything for that boy named after a star, including stealing millions of dollars of fine art.

38 chapters, 219161 words, has jegulus, wolfstar, dorlene, marylily and rosekiller, angsty, has a tragic ending but it's awesome, yes you will cry, there's also a happy ending version called "A happy ending was imperative." that you can find at the bottom of the last chapter

-Bird Set Free by MollyMaryMarie

summary: remus lupin is a welsh figure skater who hasn't quite been able to find his rhythm. until world renowned russian figure skater (and remus' celebrity crush) sirius black shows up to coach him.

8 chapters, 70984 words, wolfstar with a side of jegulus and drarry, lots and i mean LOTS of sexual tension, basically no angst, has a wonderful ending, there's smut

-It Was Only A Kiss! by remuslives23

summary: it was all james potter's fault. if he hadn't have nicked that bottle of firewhiskey, none of this would have happened.

25 chapters, 78835 words, wolfstar and jily, reggie is a little shit, really smutty (and i mean there is like every chapter) but there's also fluff, remus and sirius take forever to realize they're in love, has a happy ending

-quite like us by alarainai

summary: [18:12] seriously, wrong number. don’t send shirtless pictures to strangers.

[18:13] padfoot, this rejection hurts.

[18:16] what’s a padfoot?

[18:17] wait, is this actually not padfoot?

[18:19] i don’t even know what that is, but no. I’m not a padfoot.

16 chapters, 67315 words, jegulus, fluff, a bit of angst, wrong number au, reggie is sarcastic and james is a ray of sunshine, it's reeaally good

-Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy...Best Friend, Brother, Roommate, Lie by femme_de_lettres

summary: “sirius and i,” he paused, trying to figure out how to proceed. he’d been wondering for a while if he should tell his mother about the state of his relationship with sirius, but the time had never seemed right—now included. or, hope lupin keeps count of how many attempts it takes her son to finally admit that he's in love with his best friend

1 chapter, 9071 words, more of a oneshot than a fic, focused on the relationship between remus and his parents

[euphorial-docx]

Quando i tuoi camici rosso sangue vennero disintegrati my favourite marauders fanfiction

oh my god i love that. beautiful title for a multiverse(?) fic.

[jamesisasimp]

Any fic recs? :) Barry, Evan, Wolfstar, jegulus! I’m DESPERATE! 🫶

Oooo okay, I have a few! I'm not super well versed, but these are some that come to mind!

quite like us: alarainai

[18:12] Seriously, wrong number. Don’t send shirtless pictures to strangers.

[18:13] Padfoot, this rejection hurts.

[18:16] What’s a Padfoot?

[18:17] Wait, is this actually not Padfoot?

[18:19] I don’t even know what that is, but no. I’m not a Padfoot.

Basically this is a wrong number fic, jegulus, background wolfstar, Barty's in this one too and he's the best friend ever! 16 chapters, light angst in the middle, and a happy ending! All around this easy such a fun, enjoyable read, I couldn't stop thinking about it

Baila Morena: officialmarseliphas

James was an arrogant prick. His annoying brother’s annoying best friend. But there he was, dancing and singing and drinking like he was ever allowed to be so beautiful. Regulus understood then that James was like the sun--hot, excruciatingly distant, and blinding. And Regulus needed both.

OR

Drunk James is a little more Gryffindor than Sober James. But even Sober James is obsessed with Regulus Black.

So this is a lil oneshot with a drool-worthy Hispanic James that Regulus does indeed drool over, so I speak the truth. Highly reccomend, though fair warning, James may (will) make you blush (+ supportive slytherin skittles)

forbidden fruit: moonystarx (girl__almighty)

part one of eight: all mouth, no trousers

James shoved him back, just slightly, and gritted his teeth, keeping his fists clenched at his side.

“Regulus, I said shut the fuck up!” Regulus just kept taunting him, teasing a smile onto his lips. James raked his eyes over his white teeth and pouty pink lips and his stomach flipped. The thought crossed his mind that Regulus would be nice to kiss, what with his girly lips and all, at the same time he thought about purpling the pale skin around his eyes. 

“What, are you going to make me?” Suddenly, James’ mind was made up.

If Regulus wanted to play, he’d play. 

This is a series with eight parts (the second one is my personal favorite), it takes place during Hogwarts years in which Regulus is appointed James' potions tutor so he can go to Slughorn's party and impress Lily. It starts out with a lot of smut (*THIS IS A SMUTTY SERIES*), but it actually gains a lot of emotional and romantic substance

Drugs and surgical scrubs: anauro

James was fairly certain nothing could ever come close to heroin, absolutely nothing, but Regulus Black wasn’t far off.

Medical AU fic set in modern London, where Regulus is a doctor and Marauders are drug addicts. Rated mature for addiction (including implied underage use and overdoses) and mental health illness themes. Chapters 20+ contain smut. All characters are adults.

Eventual James/Regulus, where it is James that needs saving.

This. THIS. I don't even have the words to describe how amazing THIS is to you. And no, it's not finished yet, but it doesn't NEED to be finished, because it is stunning. It's primary ship is jegulus and it's done perfectly, but there's some horny background wolfstar and technically background rosekiller... but if you want rosekiller I recommend:

Curiosity killed the cat (what Evan and Barty did that night): anauro

As his best friend of eight years, Barty knows exactly how to heal Evan’s broken heart.

This is meant to be read after ch18 of Drugs and surgical scrubs and is the accompanying piece, explaining what Evan and Barty did whilst James and Regulus played boardgames.

Having said that, it will also work as pwp if all you’re looking for is some smut!

As the summary implies, this rosekiller oneshot goes along what the previous fic, but it can be read on it's own too! It's smut. Very hot smut. Might wanna turn on a fan before reading this one 😘

I Stayed There: stoned_regulus

“I can’t lose you again.” & “Don’t raise your fucking voice at me.” + Rosekiller

It’s like he’s been transported back in time to that place he tends to haunt when he’s left alone with nothing but his thoughts. When Evan told Barty he’d found someone. When he told Barty he was happy. When Evan left him there in that restaurant. When Barty realized he’d been living in a fantasy of his own design thinking the boy he’d loved, loved him back.

I went on such a journey to re-find this, but I remembered it so fondly that I knew I had to. This is another rosekiller oneshot with some past love-lost angst, but they meet again at a party! I know there's background jegulus and maybe some other ships that I can't remember right now... but still worth a read!

Happy Christmas to you too: MoonageMiles

Barty comes home to his flat, and Evan stayed awake waiting for him

You guessed it ANOTHER rosekiller oneshot. This one is set during the war, after Regulus's death, on Christmas, and Evan and Barty are just trying to hold onto each other on the dark side. It's short and sweet (nevermind the fighting in the beginning, don't look at that, shhh) and I loved it

❤

I know I didn't add any main ship wolfstar fics to this list, I just don't really read them unfortunately. I think I have my perfect view of them in my head, you know? But I think some of my favorite portrayals of them, again, in the background (of jegulus primary fics) that I haven't already mentioned are these:

Ogni Parte È Viva (Every Part Is Alive): euphorial_docx

when you were mine: sequinhaze

And then also, just for fun, I'm adding some fics I've never read before but that I found while getting all the info for this list. They looked interesting to me, so they might interest you!

in the end, it's the beginning: zeromancies

Regulus has never been addicted to something. Not really. But then again, he’s so far deep in the rabbit hole of addiction. Being addicted to James Potter was absolutely exhilarating and it’s the rush of adrenaline Regulus gets every time he ghosts his fingers over James’ skin that keeps him craving more.

Regulus is invited to go to Sirius' eighteenth birthday holiday in Tenerife - with his group of friends, and one James Potter to permanently alter his perception of almost everything.

How To Not Die Young: Sock_Meister_png

"Remus finds himself with his legs dangling over the edge of the small bridge at the end of the street. He looks down and for a second, he's anyone but himself."

"Regulus lets the waves pour over his knees, he allows the water do as it will with him. He allows himself to close his eyes and simply exist. He wonders if this is what freedom feels like."

"Barty lies down on the other side of the river. He desperately grabs onto the grass on either side of him. As if mother earth would take more pity on him than that is capable of his own mother."

or, a wolfstar, jegulus/sunseeker, and rosekiller au feat. highschool drama, plants, licorice, and bands