*The Balck Brothers Speaking French*

hc/au where ancient greek is annabeth’s first language. i mean she comes out of athena’s head right? who probably thinks in greek? she constantly defaults to it, and doesn’t even process she’s doing it half the time because most people at camp dont bat an eye. hc that when percy and annabeth are studying and trying to explain something to the other they unconsciously switch to greek (especially where annabeth and english class is concerned. my girl canonically hates english books). the majority of the time they’re only really speaking in half english half greek. annabeth says something in greek, percy responds in english or latin and vice versa. the first time paul blofis witnesses them do it, it’s before he finds out percy’s a demigod, and as an english major, is like. what the fuck did that kid just speak in greek. sally is like yea his dad is greek haha…and paul is like?? ancient?? greek?? yes paul, yes.

YES

it's come to my attention when I say I like jegulily it doesn't mean the same thing as when the rest of you say you like jegulily

they are so much more to me than two pieces of a polycule or queer platonic relationship that happened to share a boyfriend (which all of those things are fine, however not what I thought we were going for)

I meant lily is fucking reg with a strap. they are well oiled machine in the kitchen and if anybody else comes in there while they're working they will die. they are holding each other and sharing kisses well getting railed by James. they have a silent communication between each other that is so perfectly in tune it scares everybody. they purposely get pregnant at the same time and are each other's birthing partners for lemaze and frequently referred to their children as the twins post birth.

the two of them are in a relationship with each other just as much as they are in a relationship with james 

At Jily's wedding:

Church: If anyone objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace.

Evan: LILY.

*Regulus and Dorcas trying to hold Evan back while Barty is laughing*

Lily: For the last time, Evan, I understand you want to be called Evan Evans. But that is not a valid reason to interrupt my wedding!!!

Evan : BUT THINK ABOUT IT.

friendly reminder that somewhere in the world a little middle school kid is wrapped up in bedsheets asking their parent why everyone was being weird about percy and annabeth sleeping next to each other in the latest chapter of their bedtime story. and that parent is sweating bullets.

the funny thing is I can’t tell if this is Solangelo or jegulus

2022/2023/2024 🧡

blood ritual — James and Lily Potter circa 1981

romeo romeo

where the fuck is you, romeo

Sister - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 526 - Starchaser + Sirius

TW: Walburga's A+ Parenting, TW: Misgendering

James had spent summers at the Potter house, in the raucous warmth of his parents’ love, in a place where laughter carried through the walls and arguments ended in ruffled hair and biscuits shoved into hands. This summer, though, he was spending it at the Black household.

It was Sirius’ idea, because of course it was. Sirius had announced it over breakfast, a reckless glint in his eye, as if daring his mother to object. She had only hummed, seemingly uninterested, which made Sirius all the more suspicious. But when James arrived, he understood why she had allowed it.

She wanted an audience.

“Your sister has no manners, as always,” Walburga commented idly from her place at the head of the dining table, watching as Regulus—her son, her son—sat across from James, stabbing at his food with a fork gripped too tightly.

James felt his stomach turn. His gaze flicked to Sirius, who was gripping his knife as if debating throwing it across the table. Regulus didn’t even flinch. He was used to it, James realized, which made the whole thing worse.

“Regulus,” James said loudly, pointedly, as if to correct Walburga without outright challenging her. “Do you want to come flying with me later?”

Regulus lifted his gaze, something like appreciation flickering in his eyes before it was snuffed out by exhaustion. “Maybe,” he murmured, voice clipped, but James knew him well enough by now to recognize that it wasn’t directed at him.

Walburga didn’t even acknowledge the interaction. She continued as though James hadn’t spoken, turning instead to Sirius. “And you allow her to behave this way, indulging these childish delusions.”

James felt his grip tighten around his fork, but Sirius was faster, standing so abruptly his chair scraped against the floor with a violent screech. “He,” Sirius snarled, leaning over the table, eyes flashing dangerously. “You will address him properly, or you won’t address him at all.”

Regulus, still seated, closed his eyes briefly. He looked so tired. James wanted to reach for his hand, but he knew better than to make it worse by drawing more attention to him.

Walburga merely scoffed, dabbing at her lips with a napkin as if bored. “You always were so dramatic,” she mused. “No wonder you embarrass me.”

James stood then, matching Sirius’ stance, and while he didn’t glare like Sirius did, his voice was firm when he said, “Regulus is brilliant. If anyone should be embarrassed, Mrs. Black, it’s you.”

The air grew tense. For a moment, James swore Walburga would strike him down on the spot, but instead, she exhaled, as if disappointed, before rising from her seat.

“I expected nothing less from a Potter,” she murmured before sweeping out of the room. The silence she left behind felt suffocating.

Sirius collapsed back into his chair with a long sigh, dragging his hands down his face. “Well, that was fun.”

Regulus exhaled sharply, not quite a laugh but something close. When he finally met James’ gaze again, there was a quiet sort of gratitude in his eyes, even as he muttered, “You didn’t have to do that.”

James shrugged. “Yeah, I did.”