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I DO NOT OWN THIS SERIES ALL CREDITS TO BIZZARSTAR ON AO3 Regulus Black was fifteen the first time his name was called at a reaping. He's twenty-five when it happens to him again. A lot has changed in that time, and one of them is that he's ready to do whatever it takes to make it home. Nothing or no one will stop him, not even James Potter. James Potter has no plans to stop Regulus Black from making it home. In fact, his plans revolve around the opposite. He has his reasons, but he's made his choice to get Regulus out of the arena, even knowing it'll be the last thing he ever does. Sirius Black was sixteen when he volunteered to take his little brother's place in the arena. At twenty-six, without the option to do it again, he has no choice but to be a mentor to his brother and best friend, knowing that only one of them can make it back out. Two names called, a mentor on the verge of falling apart, and more secrets and grief between all of them than they know how to handle. None of them are prepared for what comes next, or how far they'll go to make it through. TW: Abuse, child abuse, death, murder, panic attacks, depictions of gore, depictions of violence, smut, dissociative amnesia, guns and gun violence, prison, swearing, trauma, blood, dark humor, mental illness, etc. If you can be triggered, don't read.

ALL CREDIT TO Solmussa. Regulus Black is angry. He wants revenge. He wants to watch the world burn for all it's done to him. He also wants to make out with James Potter, but that's a secret he'll take to the grave. Vengeance is more important than... whatever it is that chokes him when he lays eyes on Potter. James Potter is confused, because Regulus Black is, all of a sudden, hot. And it's unfair because Sirius is going to kill him if he doesn't get his impulse control in line. OR A fic about two idiots falling in love (x2 because there's wolfstar, too) during a war, and the sacrifices they'll have to make to survive it.

THIS IS NOT MY WORK!!! ALL CREDITS TO motswolo ON AO3!!!! Summary: "They're... chaos," Remus said firmly. "And chaos is-" "Rock and roll." He looked at Sirius sharply, and for once, matched his grin. "Yeah." "Maybe that's my excuse then," Sirius said. "I cause a bit of chaos now, and maybe one day, it'll turn into rock and roll." After losing his mother at age eleven, Remus has spent the better part of the last four years bouncing from school to school or else running around London and pretending as though he wasn't the kind of well-bred boy his father brought him up to be. Now, with his chances all run out, Remus is sent to Hawkings Independent School as a last-ditch effort to clean up his act. There he meets the very people who will set up the rest of his life, and is forced to confront the pieces of himself he'd long thought had been lost. (genuinely not apologising for the slow-burn in this fic anymore. You've been warned <3) I just cant use ao3 so I had to I just had to transfer it to wattpad please forgive me