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gayliketheancients · 4 months

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Welcome to the challenge prompt AU

Hello friends, and welcome back to Gay✨ has brainrot for her own fanfic. This post is a welcome to the AU guide where I explain what we’re looking at.

Before I say anything else, a PSA. Fuck JKR. LGBT rights are human rights. How did she write the most queer coded characters and then be like “sorry, only Fumbledore is gay. Love him!” Lol nah.

This au is based loosely off the criteria in this post, where the lovely anonymousqualities called into the Tumblr void for someone to take on their idea. I’ve heard their call, they looked over my outline, and I am posting part one today! Woo! The OG prompt was meant to be plotless, kinda crack fic ish, but I don’t know how to quit when I’m ahead so there will be a good deal of lore-building/lore-fixing from the source material.

Enjoy! ✨

Timeline: Halloween 1981 - Harry’s 8th year

Title ideas (taking suggestions):

The Age of Silver and Gold Alliances (currently the one I like most)

Snake in the lion den, lion in the snake pit

Mirror images, distorted reflections

Ships:

Jegulus, Wolfstar, NobleFlower, RoseKiller, PandaLily, platonic MoonWater, Drarry (in the future), and more!

Things it will be featuring:

Regulus raising Harry

Harry and Draco becoming friends as young children

Regulus being a spy for James - but not the Order, never the Order. Him building a resistance of former death eaters with Narcissa Malfoy’s help.

Harry being a prodigy - and a scary one at that

Lily and James are alive (surprise! Regulus put them in a coma and adopted their son!)

BAMF Minerva McGonagall and BAMF Narcissa Malfoy

Snape gets an actual reception arc instead of dying a trash lord (hello, Uncle Severus)

And so much more!!!

A link to the series ❤️

1-There Is No One Else

Regulus saves Lily, James, and Harry. Minerva saves him. Custody changes, Remus goes ape shit on Dumbledore, and the smallest moments of context.

2-Family Home

Regulus raising Harry from ages 1-4 (ft Grandma Minerva), meeting Miss Cissy and Draco

So many cute moments in this one.

3-We Who Remain When The Price Was Paid

Harry Potter becomes the Master of Death on his 5th birthday. It's like playing where's Waldo, but instead, it's where are Harry's uncles???

Narcissa starts the resistance of exclusively wives of Death Eaters (blood magic pta moms)

Uncle Moony, Uncle Padfoot, Uncle Barty, Uncle Sev

4-Ragtag Little Family

Regulus just wants to hold a family meeting. But you can't hold a family meeting unless you can get the whole family in the same place.

A prison break, wolfstar reunion, wolfsbane potion trials, blood magic pta moms get a name, another prison break, a unicorn, a rat, and a birthday.

(happy adoption day, Uncle Moony)

5-Moony, Bobcat, Padfoot and Prongs are proud to introduce Harry James Potter-Black

6-Mirror Images, Distorted Reflections

Harry's last year before Hogwarts. Lily and James are awake, we get the family meeting Regulus has been wanting, and everyone tries to figure out how to function again.

7-Forbidden knowledge and misunderstood monsters

Year One (in progress)

8-Turns (in the tides of war)

9-The choice no one gets to make

10-The ones who lived

11-I love (the ghost of) you

12-Roads unseen guide us home

13-Always and forever with you

Fan Art (yall, you have no idea how exciting it was to even just typer that omg)

From our beloved prompt giver, @anonymousqualities from little Luna in 4-Ragtag Little Family ❣️

#glta #glta writes on ao3 #glta writes fanfic #glta writes #glta has brainrot #challenge prompt au #regulus raising harry #Moonwater raising Harry #platonic Moonwater #marauders era #marauders fanfic #Jegulus #supportive + platonic Jily after the birth of Harry #Harry calls Regulus Papa #I will give no spoilers of the Hogwarts years yet my plan is too good #wolfstar #nobleflower #Drarry

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gayliketheancients · 3 months

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Super happy with 2-Family Home

So much so I wanted to drop a sneak peak at 3-We Who Remain After The Price Was Paid

BREAKING NEWS:

4 year old Harry Potter fights death!

#challenge prompt au #3-We Who Remain When The Price Was Paid #slytherin harry #master of death harry potter #glta #glta writes on ao3 #glta writes fanfic #gayliketheancients #jegulus #wolfstar #drarry #rosekiller #uncle severus #uncle moony #uncle barty #marylily #mwpp #marauders #marauders fanfic

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gayliketheancients · 3 months

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I know, I know. I'm late.

I'm late posting. And I will admit it. However. I have two different Marauder fics going, and I've needed to take some time to organize exactly what the fuck is going on in both of them, otherwise everything blends together. I apologize all, but my brain was literal soup. I'm just starting to figure it all out again.

On the bright side! I've made a good chunk of progress on the directions of both, and I now feel much more confident about keeping them separate. I'm also hype as fuck for both.

Challenge Prompt Au update this week

Over the Edge should have an update next week

Over Again -- she has half an outline. This has been the biggest source of delay, but tbh the most important part to work on at the moment for mental clarity and continuity purposes

I promise, big things are coming.

#challenge prompt au #glta writes on ao3 #glta writes fanfic #glta writes #gayliketheancients #part one: over the edge #part two: over again #drarry #jegulus #wolfstar #dorlene #jily #rosekiller #marylily #pandora rosier #regulus raising harry #slytherin harry

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gayliketheancients · 4 months

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GUYS I DID IT

ITS UP! SHES OUT! SHES LIVE!!!

I Won't Forget (Loving) You on AO3

Behold my child. She hurts me. I am so proud.

#im so proud #proud fic mom #glta #marauders fanfic #jegulus #jegulus fan fic #jegulus fic recs #jegulus one shot #glta writes on ao3 #glta writes fanfic #glta au #part one: over the edge

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gayliketheancients · 10 days

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I'm SORRY (Every Single Song Is About You)

In another addition of 'Gay Writes': I am almost done with a project that will be coming up here TONIGHT. BKDK fans, I come bearing the Karaoke AU of ultimate pain.

This was the work that got me back into writing fanfic. I'm not going to lie, you guys love a good, angtsy, mess, painful, exes-to-lovers BKDK, and as it is a trope I love dearly, I'm here to present a sneak peak.

This is gonna be a Big Boy down below

EVERY SINGLE SONG IS ABOUT YOU

Ships: BKDK, KiriMina, a surprise polycule

Warnings: SO MANY. THIS. IS. MESSY. PEAK BKDK MESSY. infidelity (not between any of the main ships but it's literally the opening chapters, my dude. HEAVY on a dont like dont read policy), true and real behaviors of people with trauma, morally questionable moments, BDSM sex and etiquiette (both bad dynamics and teaching to learn good), violence, death, etc.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: exes-to-lovers, karaoke bar AU, songfic - kinda, canon divergent, Heroes all make it to be pro-heroes au, I am currently waiting for the manga to finish to binge but I was reading religiously at the time of this story being written - so it is adjacent in some ways, homophobic views (societal, internalized, externalized), angst with a happy ending

THE SNEAK PEAK:

After a near death experience leaves him with both memory loss and his ex-boyfriend at his bedside across the world from their hometown, Izuku decides he's done waiting for thing to fix itself. He moves back home from the States and in a true return to form, starts chasing after the one thing he wants but can't seem to get - Kacchan.

A painful story about how love is often as imperfect as we are, and the ways living makes it worth it.

A QUOTE FROM THE PROLOGUE:

Love is like a flame. It does not discriminate, it doesn’t give a shit about your situation or who you want to become. The smallest spark on kindling can cause a chain reaction that will shape the rest of your life. You may have plans, but love is there to take you off of your carefully crafted path and lead you into an offshoot of the future to create a new one. Love doesn’t care what your plans are or who you feel required to become. All love cares about is getting fed, and no matter if it’s oxygen or wood, the fire demands to continue burning.

The thing about love that makes it like a flame is that it hurts. It’s bright and vibrant and beautiful, but it’s also the most destructive force on the planet. Wars have been raged over love, countries toppled, governments and knowledge lost to the power of love having a ripple effect through history. And it will never end. There will be heartbreaks where you feel like you’ve lost so much more than just a partner, like you’ve lost part of yourself as well. This is the way it is, the way it will always be. When you love, you run the risk of being burned. There is always the chance that you will get hurt.

But, believe that it’s worth it. Loving people is always worth it. It is true that your heartbreak will hurt for as long as you still love them. It is true that some loves are there to push you to where you need to go. Love is not always soft and gentle. Sometimes it’s feral and possessive and it means to destroy everything you’ve ever known about yourself and your life. You have the option to let it run wild and destroy the forest of your existence and allow things to grow back new and different, or you can do small, controlled instances with love where you end things before they can become too intense.

Not all love is meant to bring tectonic level change to your life, but all of the right kinds of love will. No matter how hard we try, love is the reason for our existence. You’re never supposed to have a perfect experience with love. The fantasy of soulmates who are perfectly in sync from the moment they meet until one of them dies is very seldom a true representation of life changing love. It will be messy. There will be fights, challenges, struggles along the way. You will not always be ready, willing or able to deal with the problems that arise. The meaning of being together may get lost somewhere along the way.

Love is more than just a feeling or a commitment, it is also a sacrifice. The best way to describe love is knowing that allowing it in your life is akin to taking a leap of faith. You may feel like a fool, but the small act of allowing the love in will put you on a journey that you never saw coming. Life and love are the longest lasting of soulmates. Life brings you in and gives you values, meanings, a purpose. Love takes what you know and puts it on its head in order to show you the truth of it, and the truth will set you free. Love brings you meaning, hope, and the ability to distinguish what makes life worth living.

Love is more than a partner, just like life is more than a series of breaths. They create balance together, and are dangerous apart. To live without love is surviving in the bleakest manner possible, and to love without life is grief in its purest form. There is no one without the other.

I want to take this moment to encourage you to live and to love deeply. Not all love is romantic, and not all life is dripping with excitement. Love your friends, your family, strangers you pass on the street. Love yourself, because you fucking deserve it. The act of loving is what makes the human experience of life bearable and worth the pain. Do not mistake this as advice saying you need a partner to truly live life to the fullest. Instead, try and reflect on the ones you love as pillars for the best life possible. The more pillars you have, the more sturdy you will become as you continue to live.

Love is worth it, and so are you.

#bkdk fics #bkdk #bk #dk #glta #glta writes on ao3 #glta writes fanfic #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

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gayliketheancients · 3 months

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Who wants a sneak peak?

Wisteria on the Water

Coming out 2/14 on AO3 by GayLikeTheAncients

#gayliketheancients #glta #glta on ao3 #glta writes on ao3 #jegulus fan fic #jegulus one shot #jegulus fic recs #jegulus #main character death #hanahaki #wisteria on the water

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gayliketheancients · 4 months

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Just wrote GLTA prompt 36, and lemme just say, ouch.

36: I Won’t Forget (Loving) You

The prompt was Jegulus meeting in the Astronomy tower by accident after they’ve broken up (and Regulus already wiped his memories). James has the senior slump and is fighting with Lily Evans about whatever, and decides to go up to the Astronomy tower to smoke.

The full one shot it sitting at just around 9k words, but I can’t really post anywhere until I figure out how the fuck to format on ao3 tbh. So until then, I leave you this small piece.

Read the expert at your own risk. You have been warned.

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“You know, it looks really bad for the Head Boy to sneak up to the Astronomy tower after curfew for some grass, Potter. What if someone else were up here?” Regulus asks, the amused ghost of a smile lit up on his face as he takes a drag.

“Well, Black, are you going to rat me out to Dumbledore?” Regulus just raises an eyebrow at him, amused. A challenge. “No, that’s not really your style either. You’re more of a handle-a-situation-yourself type, especially if other people don’t have to get involved. So what’ll it be then? Shall I write lines for you? Spend a few nights with Minnie talking about strategies to crush Slytherin in the House Cup this year?” James takes a confident step forward then moves to sit down next to him.

Regulus still hasn’t responded, just gazing out into the full sky of stars, but James won’t let up. He needs the git to at least smile once, so James takes a drag and tries again.

“Or maybe,” he begins, voice lit with mischief and a bit of arrogance before nudging Regulus with his shoulder. “Maybe you want to make the punishment to be a little more proper, Mr. Black. Maybe a private detention with you then, eh?”

Regulus’ breath hitches so faintly it almost isn’t audible, and it wouldn’t have been if there was anything other than the still silence of the winter night around them. But without skipping a beat, the younger Black brother shakes his head slightly and takes another drag off his cig.

“No, Potter, I really don’t think that would be appropriate. I fear you would enjoy that far too much.” Regulus says it in a way James is sure is meant to be cocky, but it doesn’t quite land.

Instead, James reaches out and plucks the one stray strand of wavy black hair out of the younger boy’s face and ticks it behind his ear. Smiling, he lets his fingers linger just behind the ear before trailing the tips of them down Regulus’s pale neck and down to his collarbone while watching the way his whole face and chest light up pink and flushed.

Beautiful.

“No, love,” James drawls out as he traces his pointer finger up, over the Adam’s apple and under his chin. When Regulus finally turns and meets his gaze with those steel grey eyes, it’s game over. “I think you won’t because you want to, and therefore you can’t let yourself have it. It’s the same way you’ve always been.”

Regulus turns away, pulling his chin away from where James had been holding it up with his finger. This is a game that James knows, knows it in and out and could play it in his sleep, because it’s scarily similar to how it was with Sirius. The Blacks were both touch starved, drip fed the barest scraps of love and affection until they craved it desperately but were deeply afraid of it, and the scars that fear left were hard to learn to live with. It took them both time to realize that they were allowed to feel special, happy, loved. Regulus was somehow much more dead set on remaining unloved and uncared for, despite the fact that James desperately wanted to give it to him.

It was a game of chase and retreat. You couldn’t give them love head on, they’d pull away and run without looking back. You’d have to ease them into it, guide them with a little more each time to build their tolerance. Show them that each little bit of more was totally safe and let them adjust to it before introducing anymore. Both were prone to spook easily at this stage. But it could be done. Sirius was doing so much better now, and James was sure that Regulus could do better too it he just had the chance.

“Yeah, that’s what I figured.” James let out a sigh before taking a final drag off of the rollie and tossing it out the open portion of the tower. “You don’t have to tell me, Reggie, I know I’m right. You want to see me. You want to spend time with me, to have me all to yourself in an empty classroom for a few hours. Would you want me to roleplay for you too? I’m so sorry professor, please I’ll do anything not to have detention again,” James let his voice take on a higher pitch for the last bit, hyping up the imaginary scenario. And to his wonder, Regulus laughed.

The laugh seemed to surprise him too, because when he saw the grin that spread across James’s face, he turned to hide his expression away again. James tutted at him.

“Not so fast, gorgeous,” he scolded lightly before reaching out to cup Regulus’ face with his palm and turn him back so they were facing each other again. “No hiding from me.”

The way Regulus’ eyes lit up made his stomach lurch, almost as if every possible emotion flashed behind them at once, but then his entire expression settled on the most heartbreaking grief James had ever seen him display. Something was wrong, wrong in the way that James wasn’t sure he could fix it. That look never belonged on Reg. His eyes shouldn’t shine like that, his lip shouldn’t tremble between his teeth, his eyes shouldn’t be staring at him as if this level of care was impossible.

Something was really wrong.

And then a sharp pain felt like it split his head in two. It hurt, but there was nothing and no reason for it to hurt this way. It was just Regulus.

Wait.

…Regulus.

“It was you,” James gasps out, and the other boy doesn’t need to say anything to get clarification. The way he shifted those eyes away is enough of an indication to know that he didn’t need it. James doesn’t— no he can’t — pull his hand away. He needs it there, needs the contact to keep him steady and grounded.

“It was you,” he repeats, softly. And this time when those blue-grey eyes return back to his gaze, he breaks. “Why? How — fuck love, how much am I missing?”

Regulus sighs and tosses his cig off of the side of the tower too before burying his face in his hands. It’s a few moments before James can hear anything, but whatever he says isn’t clear enough to understand.

“What?”

“Since before Sirius came to live with you.”

The weight of the statement hangs in the air before crashing into James like a ton of bricks. He chokes on nothing and instinctively reaches to grip his hand on his thigh. Sirius came to live with him the summer before 6th year, which means —

“Merlin’s beard,” James manages to let out. He doesn’t know what to do or where to look so he just closes his eyes and lets it wash over him for a moment. A little over a year, at least. They couldn’t have been together at the start of term with the way he had relentlessly focused on trying to not be on Evan’s bad side now that they had started working together as Head Boy and Girl. Even if it had been the end of 5th year, a full year of memories would have been gone at least. It felt insane.

“James,” Regulus starts, but James raises a hand to stop him. There’s only one way for it to make sense.

“Let me see your arm, Reg.” James says it softly, letting the whisper of the words fade instead of having them echo in the air. It’s a risk. He didn’t ask, but he still expects Regulus to do it, to show him. He just waits, using his thumb to trace along the high cheekbones that look hauntingly sharp in the light, and Regulus caves.

With a sigh, the other boy looks away but allows the hand on his face to remain. His eyes travel down to his left arm, hidden under his robes and shirt.

“It’s okay, love. I won’t be mad,” James strokes his thumb against the cheekbones again before moving his hand up to card through the inky black waves of hair. With that, Regulus pulls away slightly and starts to roll up the sleeve of his left arm.

It’s there.

He expected it to be, but Merlin, it hurt to look at. James forces his mind and his face not to scream the obvious fear and terror as it washes over every fiber of his being. The Dark Mark, the snake curled long around the skull, stands a stark, vivid black against the younger's pale skin. James hold back the gasp, swallowing the anger and outrage at Regulus being forced into a position where it was his only option. It wasn’t fair, was all he could think. He deserves so much better.

James knew Regulus was studying him, watching for any sign of hatred or disgust, but James had none to give him. When those big, brown eyes finally pulled away from the magic tattoo, all Regulus could see reflected in them was love.

“Jamie,” Regulus whispers, voice cracking, staring at him as if he’s the only thing that can prevent the Slytherin from drowning. Maybe he is.

“You have the heart of a lion,” James whispered before reaching out and tenderly pulling Regulus’s left wrist toward him. Regulus didn’t move, didn’t breathe, until James kissed the pulse point at the bottom of his wrist and whispered into his skin.

“And no matter what,” he continued. “I am proud of you, Reg. You’ll do what’s right when the time comes. I know you will.”

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Thank you, for suffering with me. And no, there is no happy ending for this one. Just stick it out.

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