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Too late.

WARNING do NOT start reading books and comics or watching movies or looking at art!!! you will start wanting to create art yourself. or god forbid. writing.

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Ohh to have this.....

You’d never slept over before. Not for lack of trying—he’s invited you a few times now, usually in that whirlwind, fast-talking, Bokuto way: “You should stay! I’ll make popcorn! We can watch that terrible space movie you love—wait, not terrible, just… objectively confusing!”

And eventually, you said yes. You’re newly dating, still figuring each other out. Still brushing pinkies under the table, pretending not to smile when he calls you his favorite distraction, and marveling at how easily he can light up a room. Last night was nice. Messy and real. He made you laugh so hard you snorted water out of your nose. You fell asleep curled around his arm, warm and stupidly happy.

You wake up expecting him to be gone. You’ve heard the stories—how Bokuto’s up with the sun, always the first at the gym, how he “accidentally” does 200 push-ups before breakfast because he couldn’t sit still. So when you stir around 9:47 a.m. and find him still beside you, wrapped in blankets and very much not at the gym, you blink in quiet confusion.

And when you try to sit up?

He groans. Loud and pitiful. Then immediately rolls toward you, snaking an arm around your waist, and slumps half his weight on top of you. “Don’t,” he says, voice scratchy with sleep.

“…Don’t what?” you whisper.

His face is in your neck, voice muffled and petulant. “Don’t leave. Too early.”

You laugh under your breath. “It’s basically ten.”

“I’m not emotionally ready for ten.”

You freeze a little, startled by how different this is from what you imagined. No bouncing. No bright energy. No dramatic grin. Just a sleepy man-child melting into you like the mattress is quicksand.

“Aren’t… you a morning person?” you say cautiously.

He groans again. “I am,” he mumbles, “just not when you’re here. You ruin everything.”

"Wow. Thanks."

“No, I mean… you’re warm. And you smell good. And your shoulder’s soft. And the bed feels better with you in it. So now I’m clingy and helpless. Congrats.”

You turn your head, just enough to glimpse his expression—eyes closed, brows drawn, nose scrunched into your skin as if he’s memorizing it.

“I was gonna make coffee,” you murmur.

“Betrayal.”

“You didn’t seem like the clingy type,” you tease, trying (and failing) to pry yourself from his arms.

He only holds you tighter, tugging you closer until your back is flush to his chest. “Yeah, well,” he mutters, lips brushing your collarbone. “You weren’t supposed to find out on the first sleepover.”

You go still. It’s the first sleepover. This was supposed to be casual, a night of snacks and movie reruns while trying not to overthink anything. But this? You weren’t prepared for this.

You clear your throat, flustered. “I could… come back after coffee?”

“No."

You laugh, helpless. “Koutarou—”

He silences you with a gentle touch, turning you toward him until there’s barely any space left between you. His voice is soft now—quieter than before, careful. “Just five more minutes.”

Then he kisses you. Soft and slow, not wanting to startle you. But when you don’t pull away—when your breath catches and your fingers curl instinctively into his shirt—he deepens it. His hand finds the small of your back, drawing you in, needing you closer. There’s no such thing as close enough. He’s still half-asleep, but he’s fully sure of this—of you. 

When his lips leave yours, he says nothing. He just buries his face in your stomach and wraps his arms around your waist. 

You lie there, stunned—lips tingling, the warmth of the kiss still clinging to your skin. Your fingers find his hair, brushing through the tangled, sleep-ruined strands without thinking. His breathing slows. His weight settles against you, easing something deep in your chest.

And even though your brain is buzzing and your heart is screaming, this is really happening—you somehow manage a soft response. “…Okay. Five more minutes.”

(You don’t leave for another hour and a half.)

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Right in the feels.....

Something about Walburga Black disowning her son, burning him from the tapestry, calling him a blood traitor unwelcome in her home, and leaving his childhood bedroom completely untouched

Something about Sirius Black throwing out every heirloom and treasure in Grimmauld Place, trying to erase his family’s memory, calling Regulus an idiot and a Death Eater and leaving his brother’s childhood bedroom completely untouched

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walburga staying up for almost an week straight after sirius left waiting for him to come home. she constantly thinks about how to react when he returns. should she tell him she's glad he's finally come to senses and returned? shoukd she scold him for leaving in the first place? should she simply tell him how glad she is that he's alive?

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Bellatrix: we once told Reg a watermelon was gonna grow in his stomach and I kid you not, he looked at us straight in the eyes and said, "Nope, because there's no sunlight so you're wrong and education has failed you."

Sirius: That little freak was five at the time

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HELLO ARE YOU ALL SEEING THIS

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Why.......

I was having a good day

Do you ever think about the fact that Sirius wanted to die for James? He wanted to be the Potters' secret keeper. He knew what would happen if he was and Voldemort found him. He INTENDED to die for James and his family. Sirius saw no future for himself. His happy ending was dying for James and Lily and Harry, granting them safety, and he was robbed even of that.

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Why would I write when I could imagine my characters going through the story and then get upset when a copy of the work doesn’t magically appear in front of me

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Awesome.

Forget romantic Jegulus. I want Regulus to treat James with absolute, unwavering disdain every time he tries to bond with him (probably by talking about Sirius for 3 hours). We’re talking brother-in-law from hell.

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Hehehe.....

Accurate

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My god, the best description so far.

i feel like the youth should be reminded that the point of shipping is not for a ship to become canon. the point of shipping is to collect all the canon crumbs like starved mice, run away cackling and make some fun little scenarios with them just for the hell of it.

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Someone I thought of as a father figure.

He broke my trust.

There's no one I can tell.

If I tell my M, she'll be devastated.

I miss you, Dad.

I don't know what to do.

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Hit me by a fuckin train

Idk there's something really sweet to me about fix-it writers. Like, me and you- maybe we couldnt make it this time, but in another universe, a million people saw the pain of our story and are writing us a happy ending, giving us the chance we never had

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Please someone needs to write this.

Also I really love the idea of reconciliation of the black family at the end.

I know we love to traumatize our characters, but I'm kind of obsessed with Black Brothers with complicated relationships with their parents. Like, Sirius and Reg not being outright abused, but their parents being a bit cold and distant. Never being hugged or told they're loved, but always being provided for. Walburga thinking she's a very caring mother because she loves Sirius, only for him to run away to a family that does hug and coddle him. Regulus resenting Sirius because their parents were never cruel, even if they were never necessarily happy as a family. Sirius leaving because he has the chance at being in a family where he knows and feels loved for the first time in his life. There being love in the Black household, but it's never shown or spoken, and the boys being unable to navigate around it. SOMEONE GIVE ME VERY COMPLICATED BLACK FAMILY

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Exactly.

I'm gonna be the one to say this: canon wise, Prongsfoot makes so much more sense than Wolfstar.

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:( i want it please. I'll read it. <3

i'd love to write a fix where walburga escapes the generational expectations of the black family and divorces orion and lives her best life raising sirius and regulus in the loving home they deserved

not cos i'm a walburga apologist cos i am NOT

but just cos i feel like sirius and reg should get to be loved genuinely by their mum in at least ONE universe :(

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Please I need a story with this 😭

Or you can show how walburga and orion broke the generational trauma

That would be so cool

I need this so bad.

Walburga who protected Sirius in the only way she knew how

Walburga who was exactly like Sirius at his age except she never made it out

Walburga who counted down the days until she graduated and could leave that awful house, to be someone other than a Black

Walburga who was forced to marry her cousin, to stay a Black and be forever tied to the family

Walburga who the night Sirius ran away, gave him one last hug and a kiss on the forehead, and opened the door for him to walk through

Walburga who never saw her son again and was so fucking proud of that fact