#this is like me and reg all over again except reg is like

[woahajimes]

ALSO VERY QUICKLY just found out who is your profile pic lik e,, two weeks ago?? AND ALSO you are. only one year older than me?????? it really does feel illegal i sort of thought of you as someone much much older you know? like an adult friend i could confide in or smth. anyway the fact that you're basically my age makes everything much much better tbh so. yeah 👍🏻

this so chronically baffles me like.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Courting

James was a pureblood in the physical sense, of course. But his family wasn't traditional. He hadn't been raised to follow certain customs or ideals.

So when Regulus approached him, looking like he was going to faint, and held out a small pin, James was a bit confused.

It was ornate, and the Black Family Crest was visible etched in the silver. Regulus's hand shook as he held it out, and James took it silently, quite nervous that he would somehow do the wrong thing and upset Regulus further. His boyfriend hardly ever showed his emotions at all, let alone something as vulnerable as nervousness or fear, so James wanted to make sure not to make it worse.

"Erm...is this for me?" James asked softly, turning the pin over in his hand.

"Only...only if you want it," Regulus murmured, his voice so raw and genuine and terrified that James was quite sure he was missing something.

But he couldn't stand letting Regulus feel afraid for another moment, his heart hurt as he looked at the other man, his face so clearly showing a fear of rejection. The gift obviously meant something to him, for some reason. So he said, feigning confidence, "Of course, baby. I love it."

And Regulus's face broke into the most beautiful, relieved smile.

-

For the next few weeks, Regulus continued to give James odd gifts, always in the same way. James could never figure out why he seemed to be so terrified when he gave these gifts, and why he was always so relieved when James accepted them. But James couldn't bear to make Regulus anything other than happy, so he accepted the strange gifts without a word.

But they were. Odd, that is. Besides the pin, there was a pair of gloves, a single red tulip, and a picture of the two of them. James kept them all on his bedside table, unsure of what to do with them. Except the pin. James put that on his jacket.

-

"What the bloody fuck is on your coat?" Sirius asked one day, as they got back to their shared flat.

"What? Oh, yeah. Reg gave it to me," James explained, running his finger over the small crest. "I'm not sure-"

"And you didn't tell me?" Sirius screeched, mouth agape.

James narrowed his eyebrows. "I...I'm sorry? I didn't think I had to-?"

"You didn't think you had to tell me you're engaged?" Sirius yelled, his voice higher-pitched than most baby screams, now.

"What?" James asked, yelling as well.

"Well," Sirius clarified, sitting on the couch. "Courting to be engaged. Same thing, really, but-"

But James wasn't paying attention. He was too busy remembering Regulus's behavior as he gave him the pin, the other strange gifts. He'd heard of courting before, but he hadn't realized...

And then it hit him. Regulus wanted to marry him. Regulus wanted to marry him. Regulus wanted to marry him.

"I have to go, Pads," James mumbled, grabbing his jacket again, grinning so widely his cheeks hurt.

And he ran out of the flat to find Regulus.

[maraudering-times]

25 days of Jegumas - Day 22: Santa Claus - 907 words - @noblehouseofgay

Regulus is seriously regretting agreeing to take his niece and nephew to see Santa Claus. He doesn’t even like children. Except of course little Draco and little Luna. Those two? He’d do anything for them. Evidently including sitting through rush hour traffic to get to the mall just to wait in line for two hours all for them to sit on some creepy old guy’s lap for mere moments to give their Christmas wishes and get a photo. And evidently, maybe not actually anything. 

Regardless, here he was in line so these kids he loves with his whole heart can meet the man of the hour. Luna is excitedly bouncing on her feet while Draco tugs insistently at his hand, pointing at the animatronic reindeer lining the queue. 

“I see them, Draco.” Regulus tells the smaller boy. He reaches out and grabs Luna so she doesn’t duck under the rope to touch them. “Do you know what you’re gonna ask Santa for?” He asks the children.

“Uh-huh,” Luna nods, still bouncing but now holding his other hand. 

“Me too!” Draco exclaims.

“What’re you gonna ask for?” Regulus prompts. 

Luna and Draco both shake their heads. “Nope,” Luna says.

“Can’t tell you Uncle Reggie, or we won’t get it.” Draco tells him, pouting.

“You know that Santa Claus tells your parent’s what you ask for, right? They cooperate on gifts so you don’t get double. You can tell me.” Regulus presses.

“That’s a lie,” Draco pouts.

“We’re not telling you.” Luna lets go of his hand to cross her tiny little arms over her sweater. 

Regulus sighs but leaves them be. It’s not like he hasn’t bought them gifts already, he just wanted to make sure that everything they wished for for Christmas arrived on the day, he was just going to pass the information on to their collective parents.

The line shifts forward. 

“Are you going to ask Santa for a present, Uncle Reggie?” Luna asks, looking up at him with her big blue eyes.

“Oh,” Regulus looks around at the others in line with them. “This is just for the kids today, the adults go another time.” He tells her. 

She beams up at him and says, “okay,” and turns back to look at the decorations around the queue. 

Soon enough, it’s their turn. Draco and Luna barrel towards Santa Claus sitting in his big chair and happily strike a conversation up with him. Luna climbs into his lap first, Draco not far behind. They each take turns talking quietly in his ear and he nods very seriously at whatever they tell him. Santa then points to the camera and the three of them pose. Draco gets off his lap first and runs back up to Regulus. 

Luna says something else to Santa Claus before following her pseudo cousin. “Uncle Reggie, Santa says you can tell him your wish now since you’re here already!”

Regulus stammers at the two of them, lost for words. “Oh, I’m not sure, Luna Bear, I don’t want to hold up the line.”

Draco uses all his might to try and push Reg towards the red coated man. “Go on, Uncle Reggie. You don’t want to come all the way back here, do you.”

Regulus sighs, letting himself be pushed by two eight year olds and relents. “Okay, okay.” He approaches Santa and sheepishly looks at the costumed man. “Hello.”

“Hello there young man. I’m told your name is Regulus, yes?” Santa greets him in a deep timber.

“Yes.”

“You have to sit on his lap.” Draco points out. Regulus groans quietly causing Santa to laugh to himself in a much lighter voice than he uses with the children.

“Come along then, young Regulus.” Santa pats his lap invitingly.

Regulus mutters to him as he sits, “Don’t encourage them.”

“Where’s your Christmas cheer,” he whispers in his normal voice. A very young voice. 

“How fucking old are you?” Regulus snaps surprised. 

“Ah-ah-ah, no cussing in front of the kids.” Santa winks. He clears his throat then, adopting his persona again. “Now, what would you like for Christmas young man?” 

“To never have children of my own,” Regulus deadpans. 

Santa Claus stifles a laugh and nods seriously. “I’ll try my best. Now smile for the camera.”

“Over my dead body,” Regulus mutters but does as told, feigning an exuberant smile as the flash goes. Regulus gets off of his lap and turns to the man. “Thank you, Santa Claus.”

“You are very welcome, Regulus. Your photos can be picked up over there with the red headed elf.”

  Regulus nods and collects his charges, stopping by the elf to collect their photographs. The elf smiles sweetly at him and hands over two envelopes. One has two pictures of the children inside and the other one of him. Although, on his envelope is a sticky note with a phone number and name, James, scribbled on it. “What’s this?” He asks the elf.

“Oh nothing, just the direct number for Santa Claus here in case you have other Christmas wishes to be fulfilled.” She winks at him.

Regulus looks down at the sticky note then back at the man playing Santa. He gives them a parting wave paired with a secretive wink before he turns to the next child in line. Regulus thanks the elf and stuffs both envelopes into his pocket and takes his niece and nephew’s hand, leading them away from the crowd. 

[bri-cheeses]

Fall Break — Part 3

| Rosekiller microfic | Word count: 888 | The link for Part 2 is unfortunately not working so…. sorry? |

-

“We’re really not like that–” he began, but she interrupted.

“Do you know what the first thing you started talking to me about was when I first called you this semester? It wasn’t how you were liking your classes, or whether or not you had a nice dorm, or even how you had seen some cute girl at the coffee shop down the corner or something along those lines–no, it was how you and Evan had been up late the night before, too busy talking and doing whatever it is you boys do to go to sleep at a normal hour. And there was that time I FaceTimed you only for Evan to pick up, apologizing on your behalf for being unable to talk, seeing as you were passed out in his arms on the couch together. And that time I came down for the weekend to surprise you for a visit, and I ran into Dorcas outside of your hall, who very politely informed me that I wouldn’t be able to see you right at the moment because you and Evan had gone out to eat together, and that time Regulus was teasing you in the background when you were on the phone with me about how you barely had time to keep up with your classes anymore because you were too busy keeping up with Evan, and really, Barty, are you sure that you two aren’t actually dating?”

Barty sat there, dumbfounded. How his mother had managed to notice specific instances of all those little things that had somehow worked their way into his and Evan’s relationship unbeknownst to either of them was beyond him, but here she was anyway, standing in the kitchen and forcing him to see his friendship with Evan in a new light.

And upon further inspection, Barty found that he had to admit his mother had a point. He and Evan weren’t normal friends. Normal friends didn’t sleep in each other’s bed every other night, normal friends didn’t want to be in each other’s company every second of every hour, and normal friends certainly weren’t too busy with each other to even think about dating someone else.

Memories came unbidden to Barty’s brain. The people all over campus telling Evan and him that they were a cute couple, only to be laughed off hysterically. Barty whining about having no love and Regulus jokingly suggesting that he simply start dating Evan since it would be so easy, except now that Barty thinks about it, it hadn’t really sounded like Reg was joking. The pact he had made with Evan to marry and move in together if they were still single by the time they were thirty five, and the little seedling of hope in Barty’s chest that he had thought so odd. The fact that multiple people had broken up with him because he was, in their words “too close to Evan” to truly be close with his partner like he supposedly should be, along with the fact that people had done that to Evan, too, for the same reason.

And yes, they were good friends. They had always had a nice, very platonic friendship that was just… very, very close at the same time. That’s how Barty had always viewed it. But if he took a step back and tried his hardest to think about it from an outsider’s perspective, things looked a bit different. And maybe the reason he had never tried looking at it from an outsider’s perspective before was because deep down, he had known what he might find.

His mother was still quietly looking at him, a knowing glint behind her eyes. Barty was half hysterical as he made eye contact, his mouth wide open in disbelief and his hands gripping his mug much too tightly.

“I,” he said, and stopped. He tried again. “I have to, uh, I, call… Regulus. Yes. I have to call Regulus.”

He nodded shortly as if to seal a deal, and the corner of his mom’s mouth twitched. He was thankful that she didn’t say anything, though, instead choosing to nod understandingly, giving him free reign to stand up and frantically pull up Regulus’ contact on his way out the kitchen.

He hit the call button as soon as he was out of earshot. His foot tapped an inpatient rhythm against the hardwood floor, just barely enough to accent the ringing of his phone, but there nonetheless.

“Regulus,” he said as soon as the call connected, not even waiting to see if Reg was actually even listening. “I need your help.”

Regulus was silent except for a long-suffering sigh that filled the space between them, but Barty didn’t stop to acknowledge his friend’s familiar impatience. Instead, he took a deep breath to prepare himself, then blurted out in one huge, potentially catastrophic jumble of a sentence, “Am I or am I not kind of unknowingly dating Evan?”

The sigh Regulus let out once more was so weary that Barty wondered at how he didn’t have wrinkles yet, if he was truly feeling that old. Still, the wayward thought was not enough to cause him to miss Regulus’s very much exasperated earth-shattering response.

“Finally,” he said, somehow sounding relieved and annoyed all at once. “I thought neither of you would ever realise.”

-

(The End!)

[justtwotired]

could you write something in which the reader discovers that regulus has become a death eater, and everything that comes with it ? except they're in a relationship or have feelings for each other !

i love your writing, thanks <3

Yesss, of course! I don’t know what pronounce you’d have wanted but I’m going with a F!reader for this one, you can always ask me to change it ofc🤍

His dorm was empty as they laid cuddled up in his bed. She felt him starting to relax more as he was half asleep. He didn’t notice her fiddling with his sleeve.

She clipped the button of, and then on again. She pulled on it and turned, she didn’t really know what she was doing, she was a bit bored and not tired.

Her eyes caught something under his sleeve and slowly she started to pull the sleeve down as her eyes got big.

Regulus’ half conscious mind suddenly picked up on what’s was happening and shot up, grabbing his sleeve and pulling it up as he got out of the bed.

She did as well. “What was that?” She demanded to know. “Amour, listen-” he tried as he turned to her to meet her hardened gaze. He never told her about his family’s plans, he didn’t know what she was making of the story, but he knew it was bad as she had never looked at him like this.

“Regulus what was on your arm?” She knew what it was, she just wanted to hear him say it, see if he regretted it. “Y/n I promise it is not what you think.” He said as he felt his voice crack and tears started to fill his eyes but he just blinked them away.

“It isn’t what I think? So that wasn’t the dark mark on your arm?” She huffed sarcastically. “Please just hear me out, love.” He took a few steps towards her and she did one step back.

“You have two minutes.” She said and he noticed she herself was really trying to keep the tears looking in her eyes where they where.

“I didn’t want it, alright, I always knew I would be forced to get the mark, I just believed it would be when I turned seventeen, I thought I could run for it- they just took me by surprise last summer.” He looked away from her and she just watched him.

She didn’t know what to answer, she also didn’t know if she should believe him. She blinked and then turned on her heel towards the door. He didn’t waste a second and grabbed her wrist to stop her.

She turned back to him with a small glare. “Let me go, Regulus.” She said trough gritted teeth. “Please say anything else.” It was almost as if he was begging, and for a second, her gaze softened as she had never seen him this vulnerable.

The second didn’t last long as she pulled her arm towards herself in a weak attempt to break free, but they both knew he was much stronger then her. She pulled again and then used her other hand to try and pry his fingers of her.

He took her wrist with the other hand and she suddenly noticed, his grip wasn’t rough at all, he was just holding her almost lovingly.

“Reg, please.” Her voice cracked and she sounded almost miserable, then she looked him in the eyes for the first time since finding out. His grip weakened… and then he let go of her.

“I am so, so sorry.” He whispered and the first tears rolled down his face, her face softened again, never in her life had she seen him cry, she had never see him this vulnerable.

It almost made her pull him in for a hug… almost.

She didn’t know what to do, she wanted time to think, wanted to leave and take a very long walk over the grounds.

“I’m sorry, Regulus.” She said and then left the dorm.

———

On Monday, three days later, she arrived at her history of magic lesson and sat down in her assigned seat, the lesson starting soon after, yet the chair next to her staid empty.

She turned around in her seat and looked at Barty behind her. “Where is Regulus?” She whispered. “In our dorm, he hasn’t left his bed since Friday.” He whispered back.

“What? Has he even been eating?” She asked and he shook his head. “We brought him food but he never ate it, we thought you would know what happened.” Evan decided to take part of the conversation too. “Yeah, he did mumble something about you in his sleep- it was actually the one only time he slept, I don’t think he has slept at all after that.” He said honestly.

Her eyes grew wide and then she sighed. “That absolute moron.” She said and stood up, leaving the class. Not that Binns would find out anyway.

On her way to the dungeons she stopped by the kitchens where she asked the house-elves for some food which they happily provided.

Muttering the Slytherin password, she stepped into the common room and then walked to the sixth years boy dormitory. She opened the door, to which he did not react at all.

“You’re a bloody asshole you know that.” She said and he looked up at her in surprise and shock. “Y/n.” He said with a small sigh and she walked over to his bed. “You can’t just stop eating and sleeping, do you know how bad that is for you? You could have ended up in the hospital!” She scolded as she handed him a sandwich she got from the kitchen.

He just stared at it and then at her. “Well go on, eat it, otherwise I might push it down your throat.” She told him and he hesitated but took a bite anyway. It didn’t take long before it was all eaten.

“I’m sorry about Friday, it’s just- I needed some time to think and hadn’t thought about how unfair it would be to you. I understand that you had no choice, but I guess I was just scared.” She sighed and something in his eyes broke.

“You where scared of me?” He asked, it was the first time he had spoken to her since she came barging into his room. “No! Not of you! Just what this would bring for the future, I was scared for you, scared for what would happen to you.” She admitted and he relaxed a bit.

“I’m sorry for not telling you. I will be alright, Y/n, everything is going to be fine, I promise.” He said and she looked up with a small smile.

“Can you do one thing for me?” She asked and he nodded hastily. “Yes, of course.” He quickly said. “Great, get some fucking sleep you blithering idiot.” She said and he breathed out a laugh.

He pulled her by the arm and made her lay next to him. She cuddled up to him and it didn’t take long for either of them to fall asleep.

[mightbeimpossiblenotto]

Long - Oct 17 - @rosekillermicrofic - 405 words - Warnings: hair pulling

Between sixth and seventh year, Evan had a boring summer. His father had decided it was time that Evan started taking his future seriously, and signed Evan up to apprentice under him at the Ministry. It meant that Evan had no free time left for his friends, leaving him to survive only on their exchanged letters for the entirety of the summer. Despite his eagerness to return to school, though, Evan was the last one of his friends to board the train and find their usual compartment.

When he walked in, only Barty was inside waiting for him. Barty had been reading a book, but as soon as he caught sight of Evan, he threw it aside carelessly.

“Oh, finally,” Barty exclaimed. “I’ve been waiting for you for ages. All of our friends have abandoned me. Reg is with Potter, of course, and Dorcas went to find McKinnon, and Pandora tagged along to see Lily Evans.”

“That’s not very nice of them,” Evan commented, storing his trunk away.

“Well, I wanted to wait for you anyway,” Barty responded, and when Evan turned back to him, Barty was smirking at him, much closer than he had been a moment ago.

It was obvious what Barty wanted to spend their train ride doing, and Evan was entirely on board — except he was distracted by Barty’s new appearance. He’d let his hair grow out over the summer, some of the strands reaching almost to his chin now. Evan reached up to tuck some of the pieces of hair behind Barty’s ear, fascinated with the way his longer hair moved.

Evan’s throat was suddenly very dry. “Your hair… it’s long.”

“Yeah,” Barty grinned. “You like it, Rosie?”

Evan answered him by surging forward and pressing him against the closed door to the train compartment. Barty moaned against his mouth, his hands coming up to grip Evan’s shoulders tightly. Their mouths connected in a frenzied kiss, and Evan’s hands came up to cradle Barty’s face. His hands slipped through the silky hair, and as he moved them, the strands tangled around his long fingers. He tugged, just a little, and Barty pulled away from the kiss with a gasp.

“Sorry,” Evan apologized immediately, but then he noticed Barty’s wide-blown eyes and flushed face. He looked like sex personified, with his swollen lips and chest rising up and down with his quick breaths.

“Do that again,” Barty demanded, and Evan obliged.

[fruitcoops]

Midnight Margaritas

IT'S HERE!!!!!! Happy Fic O'Ween 2024 everyone, affectionately titled “maybe it’s magic, maybe it’s frat boy margaritas” :)) I am so excited for this year's theme--making puzzles out of fests is my new favorite thing. Can you guess the Halloween movie of each fic? What about the overarching one for all thirteen?

Character credit goes to @lumosinlove and header/ fest credit belongs to @noots-fic-fests!

TW for alcohol

2 3 4 5? ounces of tequila. The good kind. Probably.

“Ah, fuck me.”

“It’s fine, nobody will notice.”

“It’s burning my nose.”

“The acid cuts it. Just blend it more.”

Juice of 1 lime

“Move, move—hey, cher, did you put a new thing of crackers out?”

“I’m doing the mulled wine, Fish said he’d take care of it.”

“…why are the marg limes in the—”

“Shit.”

Triple sec (or anything with orange) (except orange juice, you freaks). A splash. Eyeball it.

“Okay, Cap and Loops are Ubering, guest room for T and Nolly, Alex is DD?”

“Yeah, he’s good. Oh, and Dumo just left.”

“Reg is staying on the foldout, by the way. Knutty’s setting up.”

“I love that thing.”

“We’re still not bringing it into our bedroom.”

Ice

“I really for sure put too much tequila in.”

“I’m telling you, blending it makes it fine.”

“What happened? You two look…focused.”

“A generous two ounces of tequila.”

“Scoot over, I’ll make a simple syrup.”

“Will that help?”

“With the taste? Sure.”

Shake Blend until well-mixed (this was a terrible idea).

“Oh—Christ Almighty, Harz.”

“Lo distracted me.”

“To spill half a bottle of—”

“It wasn’t half.”

Salt rim of glasses (essential)

“Mm. We should put chili powder in it next time. What am I talking about? I have my tajín.”

“Peanut, I love you, but I think chili margaritas might actually kill some people on this team. Including me.”

Pour blended margaritas into seasonally-appropriate glasses (once again, salt rim not optional), and enjoy!

“Happy Halloween, mes amours.”

“Happy Hallo-housewarming.”

“Oof, you both taste like tequila. Reg said your mulled wine was good, Lo. He stole the oranges out of mine.”

“Lucky for you, I know how to make more.”

“That’s the spirit. I thought I kept you around for a reason.”

“To autumnal revelry, a good fuckin’ party, and no morning alarms?”

“The best things always come in threes.”

“C’est vrai. Santé.”

[donotwishonme]

april 7: regret - 372 words - @jegulus-microfic

Asking your best friends to help you prepare for a date sounds like a good idea, except when your friends are Barty and Evan. The former is sitting on Reg’s bed trying to be funny instead of actually helping and the latter is spinning on his desk chair not paying attention at all.

“He asked you out, his standards aren’t that high,” Barty jokes. 

“I regret asking you for help,” Regulus deadpans. He’s holding two shirts in front of him. He turns to Evan who only throws him a quick glance, but doesn’t stop spinning. “Which one?”

“Just make a fucking choice, Reg.”

“Yeah Reg, it doesn’t really matter what you wear, Potter will be tearing it off you either way.” Barty smirks as Regulus shoots him an exasperated look. 

Asking Barty and Evan to help him prepare for his date with James was a terrible idea. What the fuck do they know about dating and making a good impression? They’ve been friends for ages and seemed to be just together one day without even a fraction of the stress Regulus is currently experiencing.

“Reg, you’re overthinking this,” Barty sighs, sensing Regulus needs some genuine support.

“No, you’re underthinking this. What if I’m not how he expects me to be. I just…” Regulus drops the two shirts he is holding and flops backwards onto his bed next to Barty. “I actually like him and I want tonight to go really well.”

Evan has stopped spinning in the chair and made his way over to sit on the other side of Regulus. “He asked you out, of course he likes you,” he offers, squeezing Regulus’ shoulder as to encourage him, “wear the blue one, looks good on you.”

Regulus lets out a big breath of air, blowing away all the negative thoughts that were filling his head just moments ago. He sits up, nods his head and stands up to pick up the blue shirt from the ground. After he pulled it on he looks at his friends again, a small smile on his face and looking more relaxed, “Thank you, I’ll be fine”

Within half a second he reverts to his usual stern look, “Now get out James will be here soon.”

[bradleysass]

Stories - @noblehouseofgay - word count: 707 - 25 Days of Jegumas

The cottage was quiet except for the crackling fire in the hearth. Snow swirled outside, blanketing the garden in white, but inside, everything was warm and cozy. Regulus Black sat in an armchair, his legs crossed, a book open in his lap. James Potter stood by the kitchen doorway, drying his hands with a dishcloth and watching the scene before him with a fond smile.

Harry, their three-year-old son, sat on the rug with a stuffed stag clutched in his hands, looking up at Regulus with wide, curious eyes. His glasses were slightly askew, and his messy hair stuck out in all directions, just like James’s.

“Can we have a story, Papa?” Harry asked, his voice small but insistent.

Regulus glanced over the edge of the book, raising an eyebrow. “We?”

Harry nodded enthusiastically. “Me and Prongslet!” He held up the stuffed stag for emphasis.

James stifled a laugh. “You’ve been promoted, Reg. Better make it a good one.”

Rolling his eyes, Regulus closed his book and set it aside. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “All right, Harry. What kind of story do you want?”

Harry scrunched up his nose, thinking hard. “An adventure! With animals.”

Regulus leaned back in his chair, his lips twitching into a small smile. “Very well. Let’s see... Once upon a time, in a far-off forest, there lived a brave lion and a clever snake.”

Harry’s eyes widened with excitement. “What were their names?”

Regulus tilted his head as if considering. “The lion’s name was... James.”

Harry giggled, looking over at his dad. “Daddy’s a lion!”

James grinned, walking over and plopping himself onto the sofa. “Of course I am, Harry. Gryffindor through and through.”

“And the snake’s name,” Regulus continued, his voice softening, “was Regulus.”

Harry tilted his head, puzzled. “Why a snake?”

Regulus reached out and gently tapped Harry’s nose. “Because snakes are clever, quiet, and good at solving problems. Just like me.”

Harry seemed to accept this explanation, snuggling closer to his stuffed stag. “What did they do?”

“Well,” Regulus began, his voice taking on a storyteller’s rhythm, “the lion and the snake were unlikely friends. They lived in the same forest, but they were from very different parts of it. The lion came from the sunny meadows, where everything was loud and bright. The snake came from the cool, dark glade, where things were quieter and hidden.”

James chimed in, unable to resist. “But one day, they met while chasing the same butterfly.”

Harry gasped. “Did they catch it?”

Regulus shook his head. “No, but they caught something better. They caught each other’s attention. From that day on, they decided to go on adventures together, protecting the forest and everyone in it.”

Harry beamed. “Did they have a baby?”

Regulus chuckled, glancing at James. “Eventually, yes. A little stag, who was the bravest of them all.”

“That’s me!” Harry said proudly, hugging his stuffed animal tightly.

“That’s right, little stag,” James said, leaning down to ruffle Harry’s hair. “And do you know what the lion and the snake always told the stag?”

Harry looked up at him expectantly.

“They told him he was loved,” Regulus said softly, his gaze warm as he looked at Harry. “More than anything in the whole forest.”

Harry’s grin was wide enough to light up the room. “Tell it again!”

James laughed, pulling Harry into his lap. “Tomorrow night, Harry. It’s time for bed now.”

“But I’m not sleepy,” Harry protested, though his yawn betrayed him.

Regulus stood, smoothing down his robes. He leaned over, pressing a kiss to Harry’s forehead. “Goodnight, little stag.”

“Goodnight, Papa,” Harry mumbled, his eyelids already drooping.

James carried Harry upstairs, his small head resting against James’s shoulder. As he tucked Harry into bed, Regulus lingered by the doorway, watching with a softness that James loved more than he could put into words.

“Good story,” James whispered as he turned to join Regulus.

Regulus smirked. “It was true, wasn’t it?”

James slung an arm around his husband’s shoulders as they headed back downstairs. “Every word.”

And in the quiet of the night, the lion and the snake sat together by the fire, watching over their little stag and the life they had built together.

[heaven4lostgirls]

Can you do one where Sirius’ parents are called to school by Dumbledore after a massive prank and he’s freaking out about it but the reader helps him out and is there for him? Thank you

Never alone

sirius black x reader

word count: 884

a/n: i’m back!! i’m sorry it took so long for me to get this out but here it is x

“You realise we have to call your parents in because of this prank boys?” McGonagall’s soft-spoken tone broke the silence in Dumbledore’s office. All the marauders nodded except for Sirius as he closed his eyes tightly already cussing himself out in his head for the stupidity of the prank, they had pulled against the Slytherins.

He felt James’ hand land on his shoulder and squeeze in comfort as if he were able to hear his inner thoughts. He almost felt guilty for wanting to push his hand away, but he knew his best friend was just looking out for him. After the meeting they made their way out and towards the Gryffindor common room.

He saw your anxious form waiting for the boys on the couches in front of the crackling fire in the Gryffindor common room and just as you two made eye contact you had already made your way towards the portrait hole and pulled him into a hug with a sigh of relief. “I was so worried about you, I though McGonagall was going to hex you all, I’m so glad you’re okay.” Sirius breathes in your comforting scent and pulls you into him tighter and before he can fight it, the urge to cry overwhelms him and you feel the dampness grow on your shoulder. The anxiety hits you like a whirlwind and you try and nudge him away from your shoulder to check if he has been hurt somehow but with surprising strength for someone being mid breakdown he resists.

You are forced to look over his shoulder to the other three boys who have too walked in side by side with solemn looks on their faces. With your eyes you ask them silently why your normally happy and dramatic boyfriend is sobbing into your shoulder with simply no explanation. They all look at him in sympathy and in passing James whispers into your ear “McGonagall told us she had to notify our parents because the prank was serious.” Normally you would have laughed at the pun that James had unknowingly said however with the state of your boyfriend currently you simply widen your eyes and hug Sirius even tighter.

“Let’s go to my dorm okay love?” you murmur into his ear whilst his body shaking sobs have dulled to simple sniffles and heavy breathing. Once you feel him nod softly into your shoulder you usher him to your dorm room and when passing lily, you softly ask her if she can keep everyone out for a while and with a concerned look to your boyfriend she nods and smiles sympathetically to you. Once you reach your dorm and lay on your bed with Sirius, he still refuses to meet your eyes. You’re not entirely sure how to approach this situation, Sirius has been open with you ever since you started dating and being friends as well as partners meant that you knew next to everything that happened to him at home.

“I won’t push you to tell me what’s worrying you Pads but I need you to calm down for me, okay? Can we do some breathing exercises together?” you see him nod and you grasp his shaking hands in yours and together you do some breathing exercises together and once he has calmed down enough you give him the chance to talk about what’s worrying him.

“I should have never done the prank, I knew it was too soon after the last prank but James was so excited and I just couldn’t let him down and now...now they’re going to- “he cuts himself off as abrupt sobs shake his body again. You pull him closer and rub his back trying to help him. “They can’t hurt you Sirius, Effie and Monty are still trying to get you and Reg under their custody, okay? This is only a formality Siri, you know that.”

He nods as he sniffles and tries to wipe his nose with his sleeve to which you wrinkle your nose at. “I’m worried they don’t get custody and Reg and I are going to be forced back into that house, I- I can’t go back there, I wont.” You nod your head at his words, you knew just how badly injured Regulus and Sirius had shown up to James’ house, they had floo called you at 4am and you had rushed there without even a second thought about it.

He nods and seems to have calmed down significantly from what he was like in the common room, he moves to lay on top of you, but you tut and grasp his chin to make him look into your eyes. He whines in disagreement, but you continue until he finally relents. You softly brush his lower eyelashes that are still lined with tears and peck his nose. “Do you need me to tell Reg your parents are coming so he knows where to avoid on that day?” he smiles softly before shaking his head. “I’m pretty sure James will have told him already “and you nod softly before he moves to lay on your chest again.

“Tired?” you question, and he nods already halfway asleep, you hum and place your hands into his hair and softly play with his hair which softly lulls him to sleep.

[kate-komics]

Scars of the Protector

A (very) short story about how Wrecker got his scars.

This started as a warm up drawing then morphed into this. I'm just in a very Bad Batch mood lately. I've always been curious about Wrecker's scars. I had a dialogue going on in my head what drawing so I thought I'd practice a little writing too! Let me know what you think! I'm always very nervous to share my writing because I have no idea if it's any good 😅 so any constructive criticism is welcome!

Star Wars- The Bad Batch

Word Count: 660

Warnings: Angsty as hell, vague descriptions of battle, vague descriptions of panicking

Scars of the Protector

His hulking form was barely contained in the Bacta tank. The medics seemed doubtful he’d even fit. For the first time in his life, he looked small. Over a day now he floated in the salty healing water, motionless. His brothers watched on in suspense as the hours sluggishly rolled on. If they got him here sooner he’d already be healed and there wouldn’t be scarring like the medics predicted. He’d still have two working eyes and hearing in his left ear. If they actually worked as a team this wouldn’t have happened.

Hunter was always their unquestioned leader, but Wrecker was the protector. Despite his gentle nature, he knew how the regs saw him. A threat. A brute. He took on the role with great pride, always willing to step up. Always willing to fight the battles for his brothers. 

This is our fault.

The unspoken words made the air in the small sterile room heavy. There was no point in saying it out loud, they all knew. The guilt was so evident on their faces. They all panicked and now their brother was paying the price.

From the moment they were born, they were told they were special. Different in a good way. It made them better than the rest. The perfect soldiers. Out there, it made them cocky.

It was their first mission. A battlefield they’d trained for and dreamed about their entire lives. Finally fighting the war they existed for. It should have been second nature, and in a way it was. In the beginning, they flowed with the action flawlessly. The commands and formations drilled into their heads. Was it really this easy? It was, until their numbers started to dwindle. They were forced into a corner in the heat of battle.

After gurgling hours of fighting they were the only ones in the squadron left, surrounded in the rubble with no way out. How could it have gotten this bad? They were better than this, weren’t they? Instead, the prodigy Bad Batch had been reduced to cowering children in the bodies of men. They’d ceased firing. The march of the remaining droids was deafening. They’d all froze, fear gripping their quivering limbs. All of them, except for him. 

Their strongest brother. The explosives expert still had something left to save them. He gathered his final handful of thermal detonators and armed them all quickly. It was more than enough to take care of what clankers were left. He removes his helmet to get a better aim before tossing the charges over their rubble barricade.  

He turned to smile down at his brothers, as he had so many times before, to assure them it was going to be okay now. He’d protected them like he always had. They were safe again. Before he could speak, a single detonator was returned, Wrecker taking nearly all of the blow.  

The battle was won. Medics took hours to arrive.

Most men would be dead, but then again he wasn’t most men. A bred killing machine. A freak. Their brother. And now the only one to wear the evidence of the horrors they’d seen on his face. Something to remind them how they failed him that day, and a quiet promise they’d never let it happen again. They’d all make sure of it. 

They knew he wouldn’t be angry when he woke up. He was never angry. Still, they were afraid of what had changed in him. Would this be the same brother they knew? Would he still smile and laugh the way he always did? Could he even still do that?

Only time and healing will tell, and they stay by his side for all of it.

They all drift in and out of sleep in the medical bay, but none of them ever notice the small eyes peering around the corner. A vigilante gaze, like theirs, that also makes sure her brother would be okay.

[solarisburns]

Dorcas knew something was wrong when Evan showed up at her door one night. At the start of the war, right before she graduated all three of her-the boys took the dark mark. She wanted, desperately, for there to be more to the story, but if there was they never told her. So when she found out she was furious told them all she never wanted to speak to them ever again, and the only time they would see her face is from behind bars or in a shallow grave. They respected that and before she knew it, its been over a year and she missed them like she misses a limb. but she does not regret her decision.

So when one night evan shows up alone, dorcas knows something is wrong. she nearly curses him outright when he asks to come in but he offers his wand to her and doesn't even flinch when she rips it out of his hand. idly she considers snapping it. Evan didn't look good, he was more wirey than before the war and he looked depressed. his eyes were red.

he came into her apartment and looked around in curiosity, right he had never seen her apartment they had stopped speaking a week before she moved in. he sat on her couch and she pretended not to be hurt about how right it felt to have him here. then he spoke, "We wanted to tell you, I swear we did but he told us that if you knew and someone found out you would be a target. You and marlene and your family. We tried Dorcas we tried so fucking hard but were losing and we don't know what to do and you, your the most powerful witch we know and Reg-" he rambled frantically and when he tried to say Regulus' name his voice broke and Dorcas was filled with this horrible sense of dread. She knew why Evan was here but she didn't want to believe it. She needed to hear it out loud but merlin she didn't want to.

"Evan, what are you doing here."

"Regulus is dead."

"Oh."

And the worst part is, Dorcas knew, they all knew that Regulus would not make it through this war. One way or another, no matter what side, this always ended with Regulus dead. She feels a stab of resentment for the dead boy.

"Were spies, we um have been for years. Regulus stole something from Voldemort, he uh he died to get it. He told us if he didn't make it back to bring it to you, that you would have the power to destroy it. It's with Pandora at the moment, we try to keep it moving so theres less of a chance it can be tracked, but we wanted to tell you now. I'm sorry. And I'm sorry I had to be the one to tell you, I know you never wanted to see me again but Pandora is telling Sirius and Barty the Potters." Evan was crying, and he was desperately trying to hide it. Then Dorcas realized she was crying to. They sat there and cried and cried, it could have been for hours the two of them cried.

She clears her throat and looks at the clock, "Marlene will be home soon, you should leave. And uh tell Pandora she, alone, can bring whatever it is over tomorrow afternoon." Dorcas wants to forgive them but she can't, not yet. And Regulus is dead, it doesn't feel real except for the way it's all too real.

Evan nods, "of course, whatever you need." he holds his hand for his wand and turns towards the door when he gets it, but hesitates. "I know I have no right to ask this, but Cas, can I have a hug?"

She's up before he finishes his sentence and pulling him into a hug "Sure Ev." she whispers into his ear as she rocks them, their the same height now, she used to have an inch on him. he huffs what might be a laugh. and before she knows it their letting go and he's almost out the door.

"See ya around Meadowes?"

"See you around Rosier."

And then he's gone and if she closes her eyes she can pretend that he was never here at all. That somewhere in the world the three boys are out there getting drunk and ruining peoples lives and growing up without her. The boys are spies and lied to her for years and Regulus is dead. She sinks down the closed door and sobs.

(She never does see Evan around, he died two months later)

[noblehouseofgay]

I Know Your Heart

Jegulus microfic

Hurt/comfort

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He couldn't breathe. Sobs were coming faster than he could handle. Regulus felt like he was drowning on his tears.

It was nearing 1 am. Regulus had been hiding in the astronomy tower all night. He couldn't be in his dorm. Not when even the best charms wouldn't be able to hide his sobs tonight.

Not when he saw everything that was going to happen. He knew that he was going to lose everything, as if he hadn't already. Truthfully he didn't feel like he ever had these things to begin with. Hard to lose something you never fully had.

His breathe stuttered in his chest, trying to catch up with his cries. His pain was so loud he didn't hear the door or the footsteps.

Regulus eyes shot open when he felt soneone hugging him. James. He knew just from the way his arms held him together, keeping him from shattering.

Regulus went limp, practically trying to crawl inside of James. Into his chest right next to his heart, right where he could keep James forever.

Another hour passed before Regulus' sobs became sniffles. James spoke softly, breaking the silence of the night. "Do you want to talk about it?" He reached for Regulus' hand.

And Regulus made the wrong move of flinching, pulling his left hand towards his chest. He looked up at James, searching his eyes, trying to see if he had already put the pieces together.

James spoke softly again. "Reg?" Words were caught in Regulus throat. James slowly reached for Regulus' hand again. "James please-" Regulus kept the grip on his own arm, hands shaking.

James' tone didn't change. No flicker of anything in his eyes except care. "Regulus....just tell me."

Regulus looked at him, tears welling up all over again. "I didn't want it. I swear. I- I didn't have a choice I-" James pulled Regulus' hand towards him gently and slowly. He went for his sleeve. Regulus let him. Goodbye, Jamie, Regulus thought.

James slid Regulus' sleeve up, revealing the nasty mark. Tears fell from Regulus' eyes onto the tattoo. His voice was so weak. "I didn't want it."

James said nothing. He simply sat there, holding Regulus' arm. He moved it towards him, lips meeting the mark in the middle. He placed a kiss right on it. Regulus stared, eyes wide. "James what- what the hell are you-" "You are Regulus Black." James looked up and met his eyes. "You are the love of my life. And you are good at heart. I know you. I know your heart. I believe you if you say you didn't want it. It changes nothing. I still love you. Your arm is still just your arm. You are still you."

He couldn't believe the words coming out of his boyfriend's mouth. James had always been caring and forgiving, but this? This should be too much to forgive. Regulus voice cracked. "Why? What- what do we do now? I mean we can't-"

"We'll figure it out. I am not going to let a mark from a psycho and your horrible family stop my love of you. I will love you til the end of my days. And I will never leave you. Obviously I hate that you have this mark." James glided his fingers along it. "But it isn't you."

Regulus broke down again. How could he not? He had believed wholeheartedly that he would lose James the second he found out. Yet here he was, believing Regulus when he said he didn't want the mark. Holding Regulus as if it changes nothing.

They both knew it would change things, make them harder. But for now, all that mattered was that they trusted each other.

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 13

chapter 24:

1. sirius 🫱🏻‍🫲🏼 james being codependent af

2. ooo reg you’re so close babes. think about that just a little more. he realizes he cares about how james treats him and feels about him. reg just almost gets it

3. “He thinks the arena makes everyone a bad person while they're here. The only exception to the rule is James. He's the only person who could drag himself through all of this filth and cruelty and still hold onto his shine.”

4. ☺️ this “without hesitation” line is gonna bite us in the ass, isn’t it?

5. they’re talking about what their life without tragedy would have looked like. and damn. i’m not okay. their life would have been so beautiful

6. “"In that life, I do," Regulus whispers. "I let you do whatever you want, and when you want to dance, we dance."”

i’m NASTY sobbing over this line. like, snot coming out of my nose sobbing

7. “Regulus said James was his first love, didn't he? James would give anything to be his last.” 😀😀😀 holy shit that hurts

8. that nightmare was VILE

9. god, reg was practically sobbing to hold james’ hand. why is the world cruel to them??

10. 😐 i am unamused. another fucking spider

11. “"Have a go at me. Don't thank me or anything. It's always you're so stupid, James; it's never you looked so sexy and heroic while saving everyone from the murderous spider, James."” PFFFFFTTTT

12. it hurts to read it, but i also have always known that if reg wasn’t called into the hunger games, james would have died for someone else. like he said, either peter or vanity

13. god, peter’s story line and character fucking hurts. his family was mathias, irene, vanity, james, and even reg. this hurts like hell

14. NOOO PETER!!!!!

15. THEY MADE IT!!! THEY SURVIVED! THE GAMES ARE OVER!! THANK GOD!!

16. 😀😧 the rule change is REVOKED??? IM ABOUT TO LOSE MY FUCKING SHIT!! IF I WAS IN THIS UNIVERSE, ID PERSONALLY BE THROWING HANDS WITH SLUGHORN!! I BET SIRIUS HAS TO BE PHYSICALLY RESTRAINED!!

17. “"You're hesitating, love," James says softly.”

SCREEEEEEEEEEECHH

18. “"Axus got me on their way into the water. At least it was your dagger, I suppose," James says with a weary chuckle, his throat bobbing on a harsh swallow. His mouth quirks up a bit at the corner, gentle and lovely. "Maybe this makes me insane, but if I'm honest, I wish it had been you."”

oh no, make no mistake james. this very much does make you insane

19. and james is compared to the fucking sun going down again. i- i’m not okay

20. i need therapy for my trust issues. i trusted my ex best freind who outed me. i trusted my old roommate who i recently found out had a notes app list of everything she didn’t like about me this year. and most importantly, i trusted zar. i trusted that this fic wouldn’t do this to me.

[bri-cheeses]

| Rosekiller microfic | Word count: 855 | This is actually a part 2 to this post that I happened to completely forget about until about thirty minutes ago lol | Hope you enjoy! |

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Barty watched Evan go, grass being crushed under his feet as he walked away.

Then he whirled back to Regulus and Dorcas, desperate for answers.

“Tell me what just happened,” he demanded.

Dorcas rubbed a hand over her forehead and Regulus scoffed.

“If I had to take a guess, I’d say that these past few years of relentlessly pining for each other finally caught up to you.” Regulus delivered it like a fact, and Barty gaped at him.

“What?” He could feel his mouth hanging open like a dumbstruck goldfish.

Next to Regulus, Dorcas rolled her eyes. “That was pathetic, Crouch,” she said. “For both of you. Merlin knows how we’ve watched you two tiptoe around each other for years now, but I’m scared it’s about to get a hundred times worse.”

Regulus wrinkled his nose at the thought. Barty felt slightly faint. “What do you mean we’ve been tiptoeing around each other for years?”

There was a long-suffering sigh from Regulus. “You like Evan,” he stated plainly, “and Evan likes you. And neither of you will pull your head out of the sand long enough to actually notice that the other likes you back.”

“But I don’t like Evan?”

Dorcas wheezed in surprised laughter.

“What?” she gasped. “Did you just say that? Regulus, tell me he did not just say that.”

“He did just say that,” Regulus said grimly. “Now you see what I’ve been living with for all this time.”

“I am so sorry.”

“Wait, I’m sorry, can we go back? Why is me saying that I don’t like Evan so incredibly hilarious?” Barty crossed his arms in petulance.

“Because,” Dorcas said slowly, as if she were explaining something to a small child, “you’ve liked Evan for years.”

A rush of heat traveled to Barty’s face. “No, I haven’t!”

“Barty,” Regulus interrupted, “how would you describe Evan’s hair?”

“What? Why?”

“Just do it.”

Barty barely had to think about it, but he still frowned while speaking. “Well, it’s this really light blond color, and it’s more of a whitish tint than it is yellow. Except for when the sun lights it from behind, then it looks more like gold.”

He didn’t see the point of this.

Regulus shared an amused look with Dorcas. “Right. And what color is my hair?”

Barty frowned again, confused. “It’s black,” he said.

He looked on in confusion as Dorcas and Regulus burst out laughing.

“Barty, tell me, what’s Evan’s eye color?” Dorcas laughed.

“A really lovely brown, kind of like coffee with a dash of creamer in it.”

“And what’re my eyes like, pray tell?”

“Dark brown?”

It came out like more of a question than he wanted it to.

His friend's laughter had started to gain some attention, and Barty’s face grew warm at being the butt of some joke he didn’t know the punch line to.

“Barty, I want you to say the first word that comes to mind after I finish my next sentence, okay?” Regulus was actually smiling. It was at Barty’s expense, sure, but even then, it was rare enough occasion that it made Barty even more nervous. He nodded anyway and braced himself for Reg’s next words.

“Evan coming out of the bathroom without a shirt on.”

“Merlin,” Barty breathed, then clapped a hand to his mouth. Where had that come from?

Regulus and Dorcas both leveled a pointed stare at him, as if they were waiting for a realization to kick in.

When it did, Barty’s jaw dropped to the ground. He pointed an outraged finger between his two friends. “Why didn’t any of you tell me?!”

“Look,” Dorcas said as she raised her hands in defense, “it’s not our fault that you’re exponentially more dense than any of us expected.”

Regulus nodded his agreement. “We thought you knew.”

“Well, I did not know that, so. Thanks for that,” Barty glowered. Oh, this simple little fact has complicated everything for him.

“I’m done for, aren’t I?” he said miserably.

“Not really,” Dorcas mused.

Barty cut a sharp look towards her. “What do you mean?”

“Do you even remember how we got onto this topic in the first place? The whole “you liking Evan” thing, but also Evan liking you. For even longer than you’ve liked him, if I’m not mistaken.” Dorcas glanced towards Regulus for confirmation. Regulus nodded. He looked slightly pained and more than a little weary of Evan and Barty’s stupidity.

“Wait, really?” Barty questioned. “How do you know?”

“Because I’ve been subject to his constant staring at you with his white-gold hair and coffee eyes for way too long,” Reg muttered.

Barty dropped his head down to his hands, covering the blush that has made its way back to his cheeks. “Merlin, I’m so gone for him, aren’t I?”

“Yeah,” Dorcas said at the same time Regulus responded, “Definitely.”

Barty groaned into his hands as Regulus continued, “But if it's any consolation, he’s just as gone for you.”

Barty looked up. “Actually,” he contemplated, “that is a consolation, Reg, thank you.”

Regulus nodded in acknowledgment at the same time a grin started to spread across Barty’s features.

This could be fun.

[daffodilsonaprettystring]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have done it). Spread the self-love❤️

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I should say most of these are unfinished lol I love writing but I’m a little all over the place

1. Without You Wolfstar Titanic AU my beloved I promise to complete you someday soon hopefully! Remus as Jack and Sirius as Rose, yes there will be MCD and it is unfinished but I adore this story with all my heart.

2. so ready to give up my soul my Destiel “Beautiful Creatures” movie AU, again unfinished but I love it so much and hope to finish it soon. Castiel as Lena Duchannes, Dean as Ethan Wate, and though the plot mostly follows the movie so far I’ve combined it with another idea I had to expand on it a little more and I’m very excited to continue it!

3. Flight Risk An imagining of how Show!Wesper Wylan Van Eck reveal could’ve gone if Shadow and Bone/Six of Crows had continued on Netflix. It’s a one shot so it is finished and genuinely one of my favorite things I’ve written, I love Wesper and Wylan so much and I’m still so upset we’ll never see anything like this in the show (F you Netflix)

4. Cursebreaker and Fireheart/Son of Night and Daughter of Stars Oh my Wattpad days how I miss you, back in 2020ish I wrote a four-part Sarah J Maas fanfiction series of a crossover between the ACOTAR and ToG worlds, starting with Feyre and Aelin in the first two and then time-skipping to their kids’ story in the next two. I created Estelle, Aelin’s daughter, and used the canon name of Nyx as Feyre’s son to create my own version of him and write him and Estelle meeting and falling in love. Sadly, the fourth fic is still unfinished, so Estelle and Nyx do not have their happy ending just yet but I LOVED writing those stupid fanfics so much they were my first attempt at fanfic and Estelle and Nyx were my first attempt at a love story and even if the writing isn’t amazing I’m still so proud of these damn books.

5. Scars Of A Gold Moon: I have never actually published this one, but it’s my Wolfstar Bookstore fic as it’s been dubbed by my friends. It’s one of the only fics I’ve written with no AU tie in or anything, just my own story with the Marauders characters and I adore it. It has Wolfstar, Reg and Lily as Remus’s best friends, Sirius in a band, Black Brothers reunions, lots of secrets from both sides of Wolfstar lmao, and ironically, this fic is the only reason I have Without You. Sirius made Remus watch Titanic so I rewatched it so they could make funny comments, and then Without You was born! Lol someday I’ll finish this and post it.

No pressure tags except I don’t know any fic authors so let’s tag some famous ones I love just for funsies @mayescapade @cal-daisies-and-briars @smilingbuckley @motswolo

And anybody else who happens across this have at it too lol