Sirius Literally Towers Over Everyone. He’s Like 6’5 And Super Broad. He’s Not Touchy, But His

Do I want Robert Sean Leonard, Do I want to be Robert Sean Leonard or Do I want to be adopted by Robert Sean Leonard

Meeting Barty an actual real life virgin whore (because they all bail out on him once they realise his personality isn't a facade). Who is so desperate for Evan to fuck him when they meet and get talking, that Evan's brain sort of short circuits and he can't find himself the strength to pull the act, because Barty is sorta everything he's ever wanted in a man. Desperate, needy, and a little bit unhinged. Someone he can provide for. Someone he won't tire of.

He asks if Barty will never leave him, after he's made Barty's legs turn to jelly, because it's become routine at this point. The pathetic little whimpered out, please, into Evan’s neck, had him immediately ready for another round.

somewhere out there there's an extremely rich and snobbish evan who pretends to be a dumb drama queen.

every weekend he sleeps with a different guy, and he pretends to be a virgin with all of them. and after they have sex, he makes the most innocent face ever and says something like: "you took my virginity, now you'll never leave me, right?". except all those guys are in a relationship and/or are hiding their homosexuality, and so they disappear TERRIFIED. then evan (and that was his goal all along) wrecks their car or vandalizes their house. and he does this every weekend.

until he meets barty.

i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

Oh yes, definitely. I still haven't really recovered from that bomb of a hc

...so, it is established that Regulus is a black cat animagus, yes?

I give you: cat Reg cuddling with their babies when they are still too small to be safely sleeping in their parents' bed, but he wants to be close to them so bad, watch them breath, hear their little hearts beat.

So he turns into a cat and climbs into the crib, curling around their soft heads and protecting them from bad dreams. Purring until he falls asleep.

Everyone talks about how Remus could pull Regulus to the light side.

But can we consider Regulus pulling Remus to the dark side?

I mean, both are scared little pups that just want to be loved - perfect targets for a cult.

Creatures are (somewhat) accepted by Voldy, see Greyback, the alliances with the werewolves, giants, etc. While the current government is making their lives hell.

Really, the only problem would be that Remus loves his muggle mother, but Voldemort can be charming af, and Remus is a talented young wizard (that can also be weaponised during full moons).

The promise of a place where people know he is a werewolf and still accept him, where he has Regulus and the Slytherin Skittles… The promise of a world where he doesn’t have to feel hate simply bc he is a werewolf.

If taken in at a weak moment, it could have happened.

Idk, but I have this headcanon that Lucifer, in all his time in hell, only owns one soul. That soul, being Sera's, who made the extermination deal with Lucifer. In exchange for the once a year slaughter of sinners, he gets her soul so Sera knows exactly what's on the line if Heaven breaks the contract.

A Barty and James, as brothers, AU has been circling in my head and has been scratching my brain just right.

Like those big brown eyes, soft, messy black hair, defined jaws, the tan, the bad eyesight (that Barty refuses to admit he has).

Just the way James would be the best big brother and help an Italian Barty to learn English, because his mother knew very little and Sr refuses to teach him or get him help to learn.

Just the hugs, the screaming matches, the emotional stunted mess that is Barty, James holding Barty together when he isn't quite sure what's real. James helping Barty through his depressive episodes, Barty grounding James when he needs it most, helping him get his head out the clouds.

Barty screaming and crying on the Potter's front doorstep for his brother when he could feel himself literally snapping in two from the abuse he has been put under.

Effie thinking she would never have to ever see the product of Fleamont's disloyalty (that they had spent ages working through to get back to where they are now) only to find herself immediately thinking of Barty as her son.

The cuddles.

Barty still becoming a death eater and is unsure why James doesn't hate him. James just wants to see Barty happy and he knows that that is with Evan.

James praying to everything he could think of and performing protection rituals to make sure that his little brother survives the war. He would never be able to look at himself again if something happened and he hadn't tried to do anything.

Barty not fighting Azkaban because he literally has nothing to live for anymore, except maybe some revenge.

Everyone thinking Barty is crying out of fear when he gets sentenced to the dementors' kiss when really they are of happiness because he is just so over it, he wants James, and Evan, and Regulus. And he wants a fucking hug.

Hiccup has been having trouble with his prosthetic so Astrid finds a way to help a little

HC that Percy, after the war and re-uniting with his family, quickly became sick of politics. He decided that he'd seen enough of the broken inner workings of the Ministry, and had finally accepted that running at such high levels of stress wasn't healthy. Especially considering that he and Oliver were planning to start a family.

So, five years after the war, he makes the announcement that he's going to be stepping out of his role as Assistant to the Minister, to make way for Hermione Granger. Oliver is thrilled, because he's spent years worrying about Percy's wellbeing, even when the man took a bit of a step back a few years ago.

He's also excited by the idea that his kids will have at least one of them home constantly. He doesn't plan to play professionally forever, but he's got his eye on side-stepping into either training or commentary, both of which could continue to take him away for periods of time.

The one thing that worries Percy is, of course, their finances. Oliver gets paid an extortionate amount, it keeps them comfortable. But Percy, who learned from an early age to never look too closely at the bank account and to always keep a tight hold on the purse strings, is unaware even how much he has been getting paid.

One night, he asks Oliver to look at his Gringott's total for him, so that they can work out just how long they can go without Percy having to find another job. And after Oliver is finished choking on his own tongue at the ungodly amount of money that Percy has unknowingly set aside, he manages to tell his husband that he would never have to work again if he didn't want to.