#regulus black deserves to be tall

[whatthebleep]

how many times do i have to scream out THE BLACK BROTHERS ARE TALL before i am taken siriusly

TALL

TALL BOYS

[my-castles-crumbling]

Is It Over Now?

Someone requested this a WHILE back and I wasn't in the mental space, but now I am so I present....Is It Over Now (Jegulus's Version).

It had been three weeks, four days, five hours, and two minutes.

Three weeks, four days, five hours, and two minutes since Regulus had left James. Said it wasn't going to work, refused to hear James's begging or reason. Insisted that it was for the best, even as tears streamed down his own face. Said that he had to become the Black Heir and James had to be the Golden Boy and they just couldn't be together. That they were a fling, and incompatible.

Three weeks, four days, five hours, and two minutes of seeing Regulus with other people.

Because as soon as Regulus had walked out of the door of the little flat that was supposed to be theirs (had he not left before moving in), he'd walked into the arms of someone else.

Well, multiple someone else-s.

James had seen them. All of the dark-haired, tan-skinned men that Regulus picked up in bars. Because he went to the bars, too. Watched.

But tonight, he had enough.

Regulus was on the dance floor, a tall man with black hair and fucking glasses leering at Regulus from behind, grasping at him roughly, making James almost growl with anger. Because Regulus deserved to be worshipped, not manhandled.

"Get the fuck off of him," he said loudly over the music, walking over and shoving the man backwards.

"What the fuck, James?" Regulus yelled, turning to look at him. "You've no right, it's over, I-"

"Over?!" James yelled, bass pounding around them, flashing lights making him squint. "You think so?"

"Yes!" Regulus yelled, but he grabbed James's wrist and hauled him out of the club to a back alley. "Yes," he repeated, only slightly quieter but twice as mad once they were in silence. "Enough. You have no say over who I'm with."

"Oh? But speaking about who you're with," James repeated furiously, just as loud, "All these men you're with- they look pretty damn familiar, don't you think?"

Regulus turned pink. "I-"

"So, 'It's over'? When was it over, Reg?" James asked, half-hysterical. "When you left me alone with no explanation? When you fucked the first bloke that looked like me on your couch? Because I know you did! Or how about when you looked at him while you fucked him and wanted to see me? Or maybe when you kept going out and looking for something better than us and found nothing?"

Regulus just stared, mouth open.

"Y'know," James continued, on a roll, tears falling down his cheeks "sometimes- sometimes I wish something would happen to me so you finally get your shit together and come back to me and finally tell me the reason you left is because you fucking love me and you were too afraid to SAY IT!" is voice cracked on the last few words, his heartbreak bleeding through the anger. Because he knew Regulus hadn't left him because he didn't love him.

It had been because he was scared. Scared of them. Scared of himself. Scared of being so vulnerable.

Regulus was still staring. He looked thoroughly shocked. Like he'd been electrocuted or something.

"It's not over," James whispered, taking a deep breath, hoping so much he was right. "Because you don't want it to be. Do you, Reggie?"

And it was like his words broke something in Regulus because all of a sudden, he was in James's arms, crying, his sobs only broken by apologies. "Was-trying-to-protect....was-scared....need-you..." he whimpered into James's chest, body shaking.

And James cried, too, but it was with relief. Relief that it was not over. "Come here, baby," he whispered, brining Regulus closer. "I love you," he said firmly, even as tears fell. "And you don't need to protect me or...or run from us. You're safe. I'm not going to leave you, Reg. I've got you."

Regulus only mumbled in his shirt, but James swore he heard an 'I love you' in there.

It was the one thing he'd been wanting to hear for three weeks, four days, five hours, and two minutes.

[mochafrappiccinolatte]

Sin

Rosekiller - Evan POV

Part 2 of Attention by the incredibly talented @lackadaisicallizard

“Surely you could get free drinks and fucked if you went to some other club?” Regulus mocked, sarcasm dripping from every word.

“Yeah, why do you keep going back if every time a guy shows interest in you he gets kicked out?” James asks from his spot by Regulus. Regulus, who had been to the club before looks to Evan, smirking.

“Clearly our little Reggie boy hasn’t filled you in on the sin incarnate that is the owner of the Snake Pit.”

Oh and what sin he was.

It was obscene, really, to look like that. The definition of tall, dark and handsome. The first thing Evan noticed were the tattoos. It was hard not too when every visible piece of tan skin was covered in black ink.  Most of them seemed well done, others were clearly the result of a drunken night out.  

Evan wanted to map all of them out, preferably with his mouth.

God, there was one in particular. A snake that wrapped around the base of his throat with its tail going down his sternum and its mouth by his left ear. Evan wanted nothing more than to trace the path of that tattoo with his tongue.  His dark hair was the kind of effortlessly messy that you could tell took a lot of time and product to get just right. Evan probably thought too much about running his hands through that hair, of seeing how truly messy he could make it.

He was taller than Evan, just barely, but enough that if they stood too close Evan would have to look up to look in his eyes. And his eyes. They were kind of dark brown that they looked black unless the light hit them right.  They were the eyes of someone who took what they wanted and didn’t give a damn about the consequences. Fuck if Evan didn’t want to be taken.

“Are we still calling him that? Sin?” Regulus said, pulling Evan from his reverie.

“Ev, you’ve been going there for months at this point, and you still haven’t gotten laid and you still don’t know his name, it’s time to move on,” Pandora said gently.

But he went back. Just like every other weekend he went back. And just like every other weekend it was the Same.

Fucking.

Thing.

Just like last weekend, Evan wore what Dorcas called a fuck me outfit.  And he danced, letting the music take over, losing himself to bass so loud it throbbed in his bones.  And, like clockwork some guy came over to him, standing a little too close.  Hands a little too low on his waist.  Evan indulged him, inclined his head just so. Leaned into him enough to make him think Evan was interested, lightly touch his chest, all the while making eye contact with him. Sin. And just like every other fucking weekend, Evan’s potential hookup was escorted from the club. Replaced, instead, with a smirk and a mojito.

By the fourth time this happened, Evan was fed up.  Normally, Evan doesn’t approach men. Because normally, Evan doesn’t need to approach men. Normally, all Evan had to do was acknowledge a man and that was enough to get him to come over.

But not this one.

Not Sin.

Maybe it was the three mojitos in the span of an hour. Maybe it was because Evan was so horny it was painful. Or maybe Evan just wanted to wipe that goddamned smirk off of his goddamn perfectly chiseled face.

“What the fuck is your problem.” Evan demanded; anger clear in his tone.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Sin drawled out, he sounded nonchalant, bored even.

“You don’t…you don’t know what I mean?!” Evan all but shrieked. “You can’t be fucking serious! You have kicked out every guy who shows even the most remote amount of interest in me but you don’t know what I mean?”  

“I kick people out of my club for many reasons,” Sin stated evenly, “it just so happens that you attract the ones who deserve to be kicked out.”

“I attract – I attract the ones who deserve to be kicked out?!” Now, Evan was shrieking. “That’s fucking hilarious. A comedian and a club owner, your mother must be so impressed.” Evan said bitterly.

“You know what I think it is?” Evan asked when he did not get a response.

“Do tell,” Sin responded, dragging his gaze lazily up and down Evan before stepping closer.

“I think you’re jealous, you’re jealous and you’re too much of a coward to do anything about it.” Evan said, smirking.

“Is that what you think?” Sin asked, stepping closer to Evan danger glinting in his eyes.

“Why else has it been months of you chasing off every man who comes near me without claiming me for yourself? I mean hell, I don’t even know your name. You’re scared, admit it.”

It was instantaneous, how Sin stepped even closer one hand with a bruising grip on his hip the other on his chin, holding his head in place.

“Claim you? I think you’re mistaken angioletto, I don’t need to claim you because you’re already mine.”

This is written for and dedicated to @lackadaisicallizard. Club owner Barty was originally inspired by @sebbianas. Special thanks to @kat-m-toast (and Liz) for encouraging me to write this.

[sommerregenjuniluft]

part 2 of hallway prompt office AU jegulus fic — 1.6k words — nsfw! slight exhibitionism?, face fucking, hint of cum play/facials :)) they’re nasty, emjoy

*walks out of doc with a black eye and a sheet of paper taped to my back saying ‘kick me down the stairs’ pointing a finger at shan* dis one’s 4 u

Regulus wonders the whole way back how he keeps his knees from buckling under the gaze he can feel James roving up and down his form, especially when in addition—not even halfway past his coworkers—there’s a scorching palm against the small of back.

Regulus throws a rushed goodbye over his shoulder before he makes his turn into the supply room, assuming James to make his way back over into his own office.

What happens instead is Regulus heading hurriedly to the far wall of the room between shelves, trying desperately to create as much space between James and him as possible, breath hitching when he hears James’ dress shoes echo behind him, leisure steps but long legs, he’s tall god damnit, and hot on Regulus’ heels.

Regulus takes a turn between the rows of supplies, glances back and James is grinning dangerously, head tilted lazily and hands stuffed into the pockets of his slacks as he keeps his pace of sure steps and Regulus’ heart skips in sync with his hitching breath.

Takes a right unthinkingly and swallows when he realizes he’s run right into an impasse. Is about to turn back and retrace when James rounds the corner, head hung low and looking downright predatory.

Regulus is quick to turn, busying himself with fumbling around in boxes nonsensically until he’s engulfed by this warmth again.

Shivering at the way James voice sounds when, “Done running from me?”

“’m just trying to find the– the paper clips,” Regulus replies, aiming for dismissive and missing by a mile when it comes out strained and breathy. He clears his throat, “The red ones. Where—”

Trailing off when he feels James hand at his waist, pulling so that he’s shuffling a few steps back and then his thumb digging in right next to his spine and, oh-

Manhandling Regulus into bending down to a lower shelf, “Down there, love.”

Regulus doesn’t know if they’re actually fucking there because he’s staring unseeingly down at the carton as he hears James move and then press himself right up at him. His head drops between his shoulders on its own account while he shudders trying to not make a sound.

That’s before James sinks to his knees behind him and the moan rips itself from Regulus involuntarily as he clutches at the cold metal in front.

“That’s it, love,” thumbs circling over the hem of Regulus pants, “Can I take these off now?”

Regulus shakes through another embarrassing noise as he nods eagerly.

James goes to unzip him immediately, mumbling in soothing tones as he pushes the fabric down just past the swell of Regulus’ ass and reaches forward so circle Regulus’ already leaking cock, “It’s okay, I’ve got you,” planting a kiss on Regulus’ ass cheek, chuckling when he grazes his teeth and Regulus keens, “Kitten.”

And, actually, James deserves to be locked up for that. Preferably with Regulus together, including a king sized bed and a week’s worth ration of lube.

Which he apparently has some of in his slack’s pockets, the animal, judging by the cool, slick finger prodding at Regulus entrance, the air smelling faintly of strawberries. Jesus.

The way James opens him up is insane on every level. The way he knows when to speed up, knuckles catching on the tight rim, how to drag it out slow and hard the way it has Regulus’ knees shaking, where to crook them just right for Regulus to—

“A-ah, mh, James, fuck,” breath ragged as stars dance behind his closed eyelids, “Please, pleasepleaseplease.”

And then James is giving his rim a lick, humming at the taste before spitting it back on him. Standing up and the sound of a belt clinking.

Regulus chances a peek and he feels nauseous with the arousal cursing through him at the sight of black coarse hair framing a huge fucking cock.

James slips a hand around his throat as soon as he catches him looking, tilting him back into a messy kiss when he lines himself up. A hand tugging at Regulus’ hipbone, urging him to go up and so Regulus does, obediently lifting onto the balls of his toes.

“Oh, good boy,” James smiles, nipping at his bottom lip and Regulus purrs at the praise.

“G’nna go slow, doll, hold yourself nice and open, yeah?” nosing at the curls behind Regulus’ ear, “Don’t wanna hurt you,”

Regulus doesn’t know what possesses him when he breathes, “What if I want you to?”

James answers by pushing into him in one smooth motion, groaning against his neck where he has the flesh clamped between his teeth.

Regulus feels so impossible stretched and full he can’t even breathe in properly, breath hitching when he wills some percentage of oxygen back into his lungs.

James picks right up into a steady pace, not fast but thrusts hard and deep, grip on his waist bruising and Regulus moans at the thought of finding five purple little spots there tomorrow.

Tries to push back into it as good as he can from how little leverage he has but James isn’t bothered, simply slinking his muscled arm around Regulus’ front and taking. Regulus’ head spins from the way only the tips of his shoes are merely grazing the ground as James hold him up and pounds into him, using him for his own pleasure.

“God, you’re so hot inside, c’mere,” and then they’re kissing again, tongue’s nudging and it tastes like strawberry mint lemonade and Regulus sobs into James mouth when he hits his protate with a punishing jerk of hips.

James keeps grinding them, in to the hilt and Regulus can’t inhale properly again, feels like coming apart at the seams when, “Fuck, I have half the mind to make you sit on my aching dick for the whole rest of the day.”

Regulus whines, feels himself fluttering around James and this one curses.

“W’na suck you off,” Regulus mumbles deliriously.

“Yeah? Fuck,” thumb brushing over Regulus’ cheek reverently when he nods, “Wanna sit nice and patiant with your mouth stuffed under my desk for hours?”

“No,” well- “Yes, but—” Regulus groans in frustration, thankful for the way James purposely is angling away from his prostate for the moment, “Want you on my tongue now.”

An unsteady groan, “Fuck, love. Okay, baby,” and then he’s rubbing his palm over the pre come on Regulus tip, “Okay, we’re g’na have you cum first though, yeah? Can you do that for me, hm?”

Regulus moans eagerly, nodding his head.

“Oh, prettiest noises, kitten. That’s it,” Regulus tips his head back as James keeps jerking him off along the percise thrusts he’s come back to.

It doesn’t take long, another dozen pumps, slick with lube and come smelling like strawberry and sex, sharp teeth nipping and biting and scraping along the expanse of Regulus’ neck and shoulders and the relentless assault on his prostate, fat cock brushing up on it on every stroke and then Regulus is shuddering through his climax into James palm.

Keeps thrusting shallowly until Regulus whimpers from the overstimulation and then eases out slowly, breath still heavy, not having come yet.

And Regulus as he comes down becomes suddenly hyper-aware of where they are and that they didn’t even lock the fucking door.

Doesn’t know how they could have forgotten but then he’s turning in James arms and suddenly there are only brown eyes and red swollen lips and the nudge of a hard cock against Regulus stomach that has him sinking to his knees without further question.

Gives himself the second to shimmy back into his pants as he watches the gigantic cock bob in front of him, smelling of strawberry and marveling at how that fit inside of him.

Then he’s giving one last glance upwards before trailing his fingers through the patch of hair, circling around the shaft and leaning in to place open mouthed kisses around the tip.

Above him, James groans brokenly, one hand propping him up against the metal shelf, the other coming to slip between Regulus lush curls and then he’s yanking making Regulus gasp which James uses to push forward roughly into Regulus’ now open mouth.

There’s no better words to describe than James simply fucking Regulus’ face.

Lips barely stretching around the wide girth of him and gagging, eyes watering around maybe an inch more than half of it.

But James checks in with him periodically, grants him pauses to breathe whenever Regulus is just starting to feel lightheaded. Swallowing up the mix of spit and pre-come before it’s drooling it’s way out of the corners of his mouth and down his jaw.

And James follows the trail with his fingers, eyes dazed and grunting with every shallow thrust until his palm is wrapped around the column of Regulus’ neck and squeezing where he must feel himself bulge through the delicate skin and apparently that’s all it takes.

Tears trail down Regulus’ cheeks as James curses and his cock kicks and then spurts his cum down his throat. Regulus moans around the feeling, voice wrecked and when James is pulling away and Regulus is trying to chase him with his tongue but is held back by the hand around his neck as James milks the last of his orgasm in weak little spurts over Regulus’ cheek.

He slumps over and to the side out of breath, letting himself slide down the shelf to sit on his ass next to where Regulus is still kneeling on the floor and licking the cum from his lips.

“So…”

Regulus blinks, coughs before he can rasp “So?”

James throws him a toothy grin, “Heard you were staying up late with me so that I can take you out to dinner after and make it up to you?” holding out an inviting palm upturned for Regulus to put his in.

Regulus rolls his eyes to hide his blush, and dutifully puts his hand into James’, “Did you now?”

James hums in affirmation, waggling his eyebrows as he wipes some cum from Regulus’ cheek and sticks it in his own mouth before pulling Regulus in for a slow kiss, making him taste James all back around again.

[itsjaywalkers]

I’m here not only to hit you with a twin Black brothers au but also Slytherin Sirius because Slytherin Sirius is my dearest beloved. He’s just as arrogant and spiteful and intelligent but he’s also so cunning and has big ambitions for his role as heir. He wants the House of Black to remain powerful and wealthy (obviously) but he also intends to make it stand for everything his parents despise.

“Oh Morgan it’s because he’s passionate about muggleborn rights and equality, right?” WRONG HE’S INDIFFERENT TO POLITICS AT BEST! He is passionate about his twin brother though and he’s been scheming to ruin Walburga and Orion’s lives for constantly belittling and misgendering his brother. OBVIOUSLY Regulus is trans; they’re twins and Sirius has know Regulus was trans since forever. Their parents tried to force him to wear dresses and long hair but Sirius always gave Reggie his clothes and chopped his twin’s hair off himself.

And ofc Sirius and James have the most intense and absurd rivalry; in Gryffindor together they’re besties but in separate houses they’re constantly at each other’s throats. It only gets worse when James has the audacity to develop a crush on his twin brother!!! He’d probably be better at cockblocking if James’ very tall and very attractive werewolf friend would stop distracting. (Obvi they know Remus is a werewolf and obviously they end up becoming animagi because anything James Potter can do Sirius and Regulus can do better)

OOOOOOH I LOVE THIS AU VERY MUCH MORGAN <333 i'm a sirius is a gryffindor through and through BUT i do think that he has a lot of slythetin qualities and i think he resembles walburga A Lot in many things so.. i'm always very into stories that make him a slytherin and explore that other side of him.. see what could've been and how different he would've turned out to be..

AND IF HE'S IN SLYTHERIN OFC HE HAS A RIVALRY WITH JAMES GOING ON YOU GET MEEEE their friendship and soulmatism is very important to me but also i genuinely think that if the circumstances had been the slightest bit different . they could've ended up clashing, bc they're too similar sometimes, and stubborn and proud and arrogant in their own ways. so i truly believe that the possibility of them not getting along is very much there (an unpopular opinion i'm aware)

and sirius and reg beiing twins HELL YEAH the crack and the angst material is off the roof.. especially if james is in the equation.. AND REMUS HELPING OUT HIS BESTIE JAMES BUT ALSO GETTING SOMETHING OUT OF IT HIMSELF !!! WHAT HE DESERVES !!!

[marlesbian]

How i perceive Sirius Black

Starting with the basics

- gay he loved men

- genderfluid

- graysexual

- androginy THEY ARE ANDROGINY

- any pronouns (preference for using different pronouns in the same sentence)

- Has BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder) and ADHD

- french/east easian/plain white idk i like these 3 hcs

- 1,78m tall (told everyone was 1,80m)

- Sirius was trained in ballroom dancing, piano, violin and had etiquette lessons as a child. Speaks French, English, German and Russian. She can play almost any instrument tbh.

- Loved to paint, write poetry and draw. (drew mostly on black and grey). Sirius also kept a journal he learned to charm so only his eyes could read it.

- Favorite band was Queen, also loved Bowie, KISS, Led Zeppelin, T. Rex and all of glam rock (later found a passion for punk) and secretly loved Tchaikovsky. Found muggle music through Andromeda. She was like her older sister and his biggest protector, he was destroyed when she was disowned. She kept buying sirius vinyls and sending it to her while she was at school.

- Sirius was a natural born rebel, they defied everything just by existing. "My existence is a scandal" was his motto.

- Sirius loved to read, but at home was only allowed to read russian and french classics like Dostoevsky, Victor Hugo, Tolstoy, Dumas etc.

- Once their uncle Alphard gave him Oscar Wilde books and that became her whole life. She loved 'The ghost of Canterville' and 'The Picture of Dorian Grey'. Sirius never really talked to other ppl about liking books though.

- At home, her life was shit, of course. Her parents were abusive and it started really young, they were manipulative and narcissistic, neglected Sirius's emotions and feelings, and prohibited him from showing their true self. But the abuse was discreet, quiet, it wasn't obvious to him. She knew it wasn't alright but also couldn't recognize it was abuse, to her, their parents just wanted what was best for him, wanted him to be their best self. Her mom still told him she loved them, they still gave star things, they treated them well and like shit at the same time.

- As Sirius was growing up the abuse kept getting worse, they started using curses and hexes and beating him, hurting her in many ways, but she thought he deserved it because that would help them become a better person, she still understood the abuse as care. As he turned 13 he was thought dark arts at home stars parents used his wants and needs as a way to control her, she always had to do something for her family to get basic human treatment. As she got older they started getting more violent, using unforgivables and curses that hurt her physically.

- Walburga was literally one of the worst people to walk on this earth, she was bitter, heartless, prejudiced, violent, ruthless, she was an awful human being and Sirius HATED her. Walburga was obsessed with keeping up appearances, making the family name justice, being better and superior to everyobody else, she had these delusions of grandeur, of maintaining a superiority status. He was scared she could become like her mother one day, that she was as insane as the woman who gave him life but also literally tortured and tried to kill her own children just for the sake of "the family name".

- Her relationship with Regulus was very complicated. When Reg was born Sirius loved him so much, he couldn't even explain. Reg was everything Sirius could never be. He was everything her parents wanted her to be, he was quiet, polite, patient, never spoke out of turn, he did everything his parents wanted him no without question. Sirius could feel in all the ways their parents acted that they loved Reg more, that Reg was what they actually wanted.

- Sirius hated herself for it because she hated his brother for something he could not control but they also loved him more than anything. So their relationship was unstable, some nights they went to each other for comfort, others they wouldnt even share looks. Around 9/8yo Reg told Sirius that he just always knew he had to play a part, to pretend in order to survive in that family, that he had to be literally a perfect child. For most of her life, Sirius did love his brother more than anything. After Reg grew up and started to get more brainwashed by his parents, they drifted apart he resented Sirius, he despised him for being a blood traitor, for being queer, for being wrong. (Abused children deal with abuse in different ways so i would never say regulus was a bad person, he was victim) Sirius had to leave and it was the right thing to do.

- Only started to have longer hair by the end of 4th year

- He was a happy child, a little star, brighting people's days, always laughing and being just loud. Her mother hated it. Orion was just neglectful and complacent with Walburga.

- Sirius was very loud, just a loud person, who talked loud, walked making noise, talked with their whole body

- His presence was always noticed, because she could not shut up. They always knew something was wrong in the way her family worked, every night she cried looking at the stars wishing to be saved, because she knew life could be better, she always felt something was missing, like a void in his chest, like he wasn't complete. That void was filled with James. He felt how real normal people love for the first time with James. He was the brother she wanted Reg to be, James was supportive of his every action and trait, they could hug and show affection.

- James was so much more than just a best friend, he was truly Sirius' brother, their relationship wasn't platonic nor romantic, their loved surpassed these notions we have of love. Their love just was. Nothing could compare to Remus though, he was her soulmate, her other half, they were connected by the red string, they were born to be together. He probably fell in love with Remus the second they met.

- Sirius was sensitive and also strong, she cried himself to sleep sometimes bc he didn't wanna bother anyone. He used humor to hide the fact that she hated himself, he was always cracking jokes and making people laugh, because that made her feel loved.

- Sometimes she lost her sense of self, she dissociated and wondered who she even was, if that person was actually them, if he wasnt pretending just to cause a scene, those days she became distant, nobody recognized him. He was agressive and impulsive and somehow was always hurting the people she cared most.

- Some days she felt like a complete failiure and waste of space, other days she felt he was better than every other living human, some days she loved who she was, others he wanted to die and be born as someone else. He didn't know how he felt about himself, nothing in her was constant, except the change. She didn't know how she felt, it was empty and simultaniously overwhelming because she felt everything and nothing at the same time. She was insecure and over confident, rude and also sweet and polite.

-His boggart was being left by everyone he loved.

- There was a time in his life where she treated everyone like shit on purpose because she was convinced that everyone would leave him and some point so it would be "her choice". That didnt last and it was awful, he felt awful, she cried every day, she began to self harm and hate himself.

- She hated being impulsive and always hurting people. She hated that sometimes his mind kinda shut off and he lost control of what he was doing and saying, hated that she couldn't remember it after, he hated that on these times she always did the worst things imaginable.

- Sirius dressed fem and masc, depends on the day and what he was feeling, they wore lots of leather jackets, croptops, low waisted jeans, oversize jackets, coats and sweaters. loved something showing chest, very flamboyant and sparkly. Their color palette was black, red, grey, purple and dark brown.

- Sirius loved tattoos and piercings. She got her first tattoo on sixth year, along with Remus. She had many ear piercings, nipple piercing and a stud nose (with a ruby on it)

- The relationship with his sexuality was complicated, he always knew she didn't like women the way boys were supposed to. In Hogwarts, he did everything to show everyone that he, in fact, did like girls. Until fifth year, she just couldn't take it anymore. she did hook up with some random girls just for show (nothing sexual, he couldn't physically put themselves through that). But then he met Benjy and that's when it all changed, Benjy helped him discover who she was, what they liked, what felt good and comfortable and what didn’t, helped them with the whole gender thing (Sirius did not give a fuck, sometimes he felt like a boy, sometimes not and that was it, couldn't care less about how ppl referred to or perceived her). So basically the only people he ever had anything with were Remus and Benjy. 

-Sirius found it easy to hate and dislike things and people and she hated herself most of all for it. Because good people can't hate, good people only love, good people don't get angry and destructive. Therefore, in her mind, he was a terrible person.

- Sirius felt like a mistake sometimes, like a waste of space, like he was useless and could have done more to save his brother, to save her cousin, to be loved by their family. For a long time, that was all she wanted, that's what he would see in the mirror of Erised, him being her true self in front of her family, dressed however he pleased, and their family behind smiling, supporting and loving her. 

- His boggart was himself, with the dark mark on her arm. The slytherin green tie, pale skin, hair all short and well cut. His biggest fear was being evil, ending up being the horrible person the voice inside their head kept saying he was.

- His biggest dream for years was being loved by his family, but becoming what they wanted was her biggest fear. She had always been torn.

- James was the one that made them realize that her family was fucked up, that they were wrong, that Sirius was enough and that he did not need to change in order to be treated like a person, that her family wasn't worth it and that she had to let go. It wasn’t easy, it took James five long years, but on December 1975 Sirius came all bloody to the Potters, left her family behind, and began to heal. 

- Sirius was unstable, as established here, he hated herself for it. Sometimes she felt like she only did the wrong thing, like she was rotten and couldn’t be fixed, like she would die being a mistake like he could never be loved and never truly love.

- Sirius just has a very androgynous feminine aura, loved to explore gender expression, and never really cared what people said.

- Sirius Black and Remus Lupin are connected by the red string, they are head over heels in love with each other, they ARE love. Their relationship isn’t toxic, its beautiful and pure and genuine and sweet, it may have had its ups and downs but they never treated each other poorly. Even when they were mad or fighting, if one needed help or comfort, the other put everything aside to come to their aid. They were always touching and holding hands and exchanding looks, their love was so strong you could feel it in the air, everyone around them could see it, it was undeniable.

[heartofspells]

This Side of the Trees

This is completely @narcissa-black-supermacy's fault, just so everyone is clear on that.

Sunshine. He is sunshine, that first warm breath after leaving the chill of an old castle, the brush over skin that makes the hairs stand on end, like plants craning for light and life. He's the laughter heard across a crowded hall, magics intertwining from four tables away, a head perking up when it reaches ears against all reason, tingles down a spine. He is joy in a world where it rightfully shouldn't exist.

It's a gradual thing, happening so slowly he almost misses it. Hogwarts is a maze of days and occurrences, nothing ever the same yet there's still that odd level of monotony covering everything, one bleeding into the next repeated phrase of hold your head high, don't back down, never waver in anything. Be the prince; never convey favor to anyone unless they've earned it, and only then remain minimalistic. No one deserves praise from a Black.

Regulus is the heir with Sirius gone, running like the coward he is, and Regulus is expected to uphold his family's ideals and practices now more than ever, never toeing over that regal line that separates him from them, the ones beneath who he is and all for which he is meant to stand. His once brother had flocked to them, those outliers, the ones with garbled, tainted blood or the traitors of their own until he'd become one himself. Regulus thinks Sirius looks happier for it, but he shakes it off whenever the notion rises. Happiness is a subjective thing, or so he thinks until he runs bodily into James Potter one evening as they both round a corner.

He's knocked to the ground with jolting force, Potter larger than him, broader in the chest and shoulders, Regulus' stature not able to match up just yet, probably never. Sirius got the build, strengthening it through Quidditch and running rampant through the school, never hesitating to climb tall trees when able, sliding down banisters with gripping thighs. Regulus has remained wispier, thin, easily slipping in and out of places when necessary, his own intimidation coming from his sharp-edged tongue and ability to wilt all those around him with the flash of eyes.

Regulus glares up into hazel irises staring at him a bit warily, guarded around their edges, tanned skin creasing in the corners. He waits for something, a biting remark, a joke of some sort, knowing how quickly Potter can jump to cruelty in the name of what he considers witticisms, but nothing comes, and Regulus seethes.

"For Salazar's sake, Potter," he snaps heatedly as he pushes himself up, weight leaning back on his hands over the chilled stone floor, "do those glasses actually serve a purpose or do you simply wear them as an outrageous fashion statement? If that be the case, I have dreadful news for you. You still need your eyes checked, and those frames are wholly wrong."

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Rec list

Stranger things, marvel, marauders era, the umbrella academy, slashers

Stranger things

EDDIE MUNSON

Tongue

Eddie Munson smut AND Jason Carver slander. What could possibly be better?

Such a strange girl

Eddie and hippie being cuties.

Movie night

Bat Eddie and his uncle Wayne.

Noodle

Ferret dad Eddie.

Family

Wayne being a protective uncle and so much comfort.

STEVE HARRINGTON

Stay awake

The softest and fluffiest angst around.

Pretty

Steve deserves all the praises.

Dream

Cutie Steve beginning his dad life.

BILLY HARGROVE

Welcome to the party

Kind of ooc Billy but being a protective cutie.

Road gate

Very soft Billy with sadness but fluffy ending.

Marvel

BUCKY BARNES

Personal pillow

Kick your feet, twirl your hair type of fluff.

Pocket angel

Cry your eyes out type of fluff.

Sweeter than sugar

Chubby Bucky owns my heart and soul, forever and always.

Your protector, forever

A dark but soft Bucky.

Can you not

Possessive Bucky is a hot Bucky.

The bet

People being meanies to Bucky and a protective reader.

Serendipity

Bucky just trying to live with an unhinged neighbour.

Around my neck

Bucky being a silly jealous boy.

STEVE ROGERS

Religion

Dark Steve and innocent reader.

LOKI LAUFEYSON

Little realisations

I agree tall people are scary.

End credits

Loki being a sweetie.

Hot tea

Jotun Loki smut. Chefs kiss.

Marauders

JAMES POTTER

She hexed me!

Stupid lover boy Jamie.

SIRIUS BLACK

That doesn’t leave us many options

Cutie Siri and beautiful references to blanket forts.

REMUS LUPIN

Easy sleeping

Soft domestic relationship.

REGULUS BLACK

Regulus Black x Potter!Reader

Dramatic James and soft Reggie.

The umbrella academy

FIVE HARGREEVES

Music to my ears

Cute husband and wife shit. A whole lotta caring Five.

Hotel waffles

Retired loving Five.

Partners

The best type of relationship.

My little stress eater

Softest five around. All the fluffs while still being a bad bitch.

Slashers

Slasher cuddling HC

Falling asleep on slashers

Slashers s/o with tattoos

Slashers reaction to their s/o laying on top of them

Slashers with a demon s/o

Giving slashers massages

Slashers with s/o who has weird cravings for inedible things

Slashers with s/o who proves their loyalty to them

Hide ‘N Seek (Bo Sinclair)

Blind (Bo Sinclair)

Yautja with a chiropractor s/o

Wasted on a dream

Wound tending (Bo Sinclair)

Kissing slashers in a panic before they kill you Part 2

Male yautja trying out a period cramp simulator with his human mate

Michael and Jason with a reader who plays the sims

Miscellaneous

MATT MURDOCK

One more time

A soft and fluffy fic that provides Matt with love and happiness.

SPENCER REID

Every last bite

Cute Spencer and magic baker, so cute!

AARON HOTCHNER

Home sweet home

Aaron being protective and little rage for spice.

JAVIER PEÑA

Agent Peña

Javier looking hot in his vest.

The Walking Dead

DARYL DIXON

Day drinking and it’s consequences

Glenn and reader being drunken simps. Cute Daryl just trying his best.

No matter what they say

Grumpy and sunshine.

Found you

The cutest reunion and Merle being a good guy.

A single punch

A truly heartbreaking and stunning story, Maggie being amazing.

[celestialevie]

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST

✧ - angst ✿ - fluff ✯ - smut

✧ WEDDINGS AND WHAT COULD'VE BEEN'S one shot, 2.5k

┗ You’ve been friends with Fred since forever. But what happens when the one you love is not feeling the same, and now he’s getting married to the girl he loves.

✧ DON'T YOU one shot 0.9k

┗ Running into your ex, brings you some well deserved closure. (inspired by the same titled Taylor Swift song)

✿ Fred telling you he loves you for the first time headcanon

✧ Leave before you love me one shot, 1k

┗ Fred and y/n are best friends during the day, but sometimes when the night comes, they're more than that.

✿ Flower Boy one shot, 1.7k

┗ AU where y/n is working at the tattoo shop, while their best friend is an owner of a flower shop. What happens when expecting to see your best friend for lunch, you end up meeting a tall ginger man.

✿ George confessing his feelings towards you by accident headcanon

✿ Dance with me one shot, 1.6k

┗ Admitting to your boyfriend that you’re not an expert in dancing, he offers his skills to teach you just in time for the Yule ball.

✿ Superhero one shot, 1.7k

┗ When someone decides to play a prank on you, not knowing your fears, Cedric ends up saving you and befriending you. Being friends with someone is not easy when you have feelings for them, but they're seeing someone else.

✿ Wedding confession between 0.9k - 1k

┗ based off of this request

✿ Sunshine one shot 1.7k

┗ Being in love with your best friend is never easy, no matter how much love there is.

✿✧ Love Quarrel one shot, 1.5k

┗ Having a fight with your boyfriend Charlie about your future right before graduation and his final quidditch game as both capitain of gryffindor qudditch team and final game ever for Hogwarts is not an ideal situation. Will the fight be solved or be the end of them?

✿ Career Day one shot 1.5k ┗ It's career day in Hogwarts for fifth years, and you decide to invite your husband along with Mad Eye Moody and Tonks to talk about auror career.

✿ Take a risk one shot 3.1k ┗ Your best friend Lily Evans is getting married and you're the maid of honour. The best man? The nortorious Sirius Black.

✿ Four is a magic number one shot 3.3k

┗ Whilst being back in Hogwarts for the new school year, you discover you're pregnant and along with Remus' help you reveal the secret to both your nephew/godson and husband on your husband's birthday.

✧ Forbidden love one shot 1k ┗ After having an affair with your defense against the dark arts professor for couple of months now, you finally had enough wondering what does this affair mean when your graduation is nearing close. (Reader is of legal age)

✧✿ Young! Remus thinking he has competition headcanon

✿ Regulus proposing to you after coming home from a long mission headcanon

✿ SPEAK NOW headcanon

┗ Regulus stops you from getting married to someone you're not in love with.

✿ Flowery Surprise headcanon ┗ headcanon about celebrating your first anniversary with Neville

[whatthebleep]

i 👏 want 👏 more 👏 tall 👏 regulus

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Pretty Face | S.B

Paring: Young!Sirius Black X Fem!Reader

Summary: Sirius takes his girlfriend to his family home and Walburga takes out all her pent up jealousy out on her. 

Inspiration: Click

Walburga Black didn’t have the life every girl dreamed about. She always dreamed of an extravagant wedding with the man of her dreams. Perhaps a tall man with a sweet personality. One to take care of her when she had a bad day at work. But that was not the life she got. 

Instead, Walburga Black had an arranged marriage with her cousin Orion. The wedding was extravagant, but she definitely wasn’t marrying the man of her dreams. Sure he was tall, with dark hair and gleaming grey eyes, but he wasn’t sweet. He was quite the opposite. He had a tongue of silver, and his brutal words brought a knife to her heart. 

Waking up to Orion was like waking up on Christmas Day alone. You can feel it; it’s so close, but yet it’s never quite right. The feeling of loneliness is there, and it never fades. Walburga was beautiful, or at least she thought so. Beautiful thick raven hair and eyes bluer than the sky, cheeks full and colored. If she was this beautiful, then why did she deserve this cruel of a fate. 

Pressure is the worst motivator. Walburga’s mother - Irma - pushed her and Orion to have children before she couldn’t carry them. Irma wanted grandchildren, and Walburga needed to produce an heir before; for some reason, she couldn’t. The Black family name needed to continue and get passed down. 

As a result of Orion and Walburga’s parent's pressure, she got pregnant with their first child. She hated this. She hated knowing that this child would grow up without a loving parental relationship. Orion and Walburga couldn’t love each other. They just couldn’t. But she wished that for her unborn child, they could. 

After much debate, they decided to name him Sirius Orion Black the Third. Sirius was the brightest star in the Canis Major - the dog constellation. His middle name was a regular hand-me-down. Most boys got their middle name from their fathers first, and most girls got theirs from their mothers first. 

Sirius was the most beautiful baby boy. Maybe she was biased, but she thought he was gorgeous. His skin was beautiful porcelain, and his eyes were so bright, energetic, and full of life. Something Walburga used to have but no longer did. He was her pride and joy—his little giggles and his voice when he began to talk. Sirius Black would be her everything - her one reason. 

But eventually, that one reason would become two. She was pregnant again. While her first pregnancy, she felt entirely alone. Now she had Sirius, and he was so sweet. During days where Walburga didn’t feel like getting out of bed, leaving Orion to take care of him, Sirius would sneak away to spend time with his momma. Sirius would crawl to the side of the bed and poke her until she held him in her arms. 

He would lay on his side and snuggle his back into her chest. Walburga would place her hand on his stomach, placing the covers over them both. She couldn’t believe how lucky she got. Orion was god awful, but her son was everything. 

Nine months later, Regulus Arcturus Black. His first name was a star in the Leo constellation, while his middle name was inherited from his Grandfather. The same pale skin as Sirius and sparkling silver eyes. She now had two reasons to continue. Her little boys, till the end. 

It wasn’t until both boys were five when Irma had a talk with Walburga about how they should be raised. Personally, Walburga thought they were the perfect little boys. Okay, sometimes they would break something, but that was normal, wasn’t it? They were boys, and they cause a ruckus. Sirius had tuffs of straight black raven hair. Regulus’ hair was wavier but still held the dark color. 

Of course, they knew their manners. Saying titles such as ‘ma’am’ and ‘sir,’ but apparently, that wasn’t enough in Irma’s eyes. They needed to sit straight, only speak when spoken to, begin their studies and stop being childish. But they were children. They’re supposed to be children. 

Irma did the cruelest thing when this was brought up by saying that if Walburga didn’t straighten her boys up, they’d be banned from the Noble House of Black. So she tried. But Sirius and Regulus were already so in their roots that trying to get them to stop was damn near impossible. So she resulted in using spells as punishments. 

By the age of seven, they were terrified of their mother. Walburga thought that Orion’s words could hurt her, but nothing hurt more than seeing her boys cower at the sight of her. She so badly wanted to cup their cheeks and give them kisses all over. She tried to baby them. She wanted them to have a childhood. But that couldn’t happen when you’re in the Noble House of Black. 

So why did she feel this way? Was it envy? Was it jealousy? Why did she hate it when Sirius brought his girlfriend home? 

Walburga couldn’t deny it. The girl was gorgeous. Her hair was silky smooth, rid of all tangles. Eyes of hypnotizing e/c. She seemed shy but still managed to be formal—greetings with the titles of ‘ma’am’ and ‘sir.’ 

Sirius was fourteen, him getting a girlfriend was bound to happen. He only got more good-looking as he grew up.  His hair got longer, and his face became more defined. Not to mention how tall he got. He was taller than Walburga now. Her baby boy, who used to snuggle with her, was no longer such a baby. Of course, Walburga had scolded him for being in Gryffindor, but in reality, she was proud of him. 

This girl - Y/n - was in Slytherin. She wasn’t a pureblood, in fact, she was a half-blood. But regardless, she was a Slytherin. Perhaps that could do some good for Sirius. Maybe Walburga wouldn’t have to ban him from the family-like Irma kept telling her to. Even as an old woman, she was a pain in the ass. 

They all made it to the dining room, and Sirius pulled out Y/n’s chair, gently pushing her in. It made Walburga grit her teeth. Why couldn’t Orion show some decency when around guests? Why didn’t Orion do that? Is this what she’s been missing the entire time? She tried to swallow it as they began eating. 

Y/n wiped her mouth with her napkin, “Thank you, Mrs. and Mr. Black, for this meal. It’s terrific.”

Walburga did nothing to acknowledge her. It dampened Y/n’s mood a tad, not knowing what she had done to tick them off. Sirius reached his hand under the table, intertwining their fingers together. With his thumb, he drew hearts and smiled wildly. Their love made Walburga sick to see her son with that dopey smile on his face. 

Regulus made conversation first after minutes of the awful silence, “So, Y/n, I saw you talking with Pandora and Marlene before the break. Are you guys friends?”

“Mhm.” Y/n nodded, “Pandora is so sweet. She’s astute too.”

“Well, she is in Ravenclaw, makes sense.” Regulus shrugged, “What about Marlene?”

“Oh, well, we practice Quidditch together even if we’re on opposing teams.” Y/n answered, “Normally, someone else will join us like James or Nick, so Marlene throws the Bludgers at us while we throw the Quaffle around. It helps us learn how to dodge.”

Regulus had stars in his eyes, “That’s brilliant!” 

“Thanks. You can always join us if you’d like.”

“I’d love to.”

Y/n smiled warmly at him as Walburga spoke up for the first time that night, “So, you and your friends hang out often?” Her tone sounded condescending. 

“We do.” Walburga gritted her teeth, “I hang out with Leia the most, though. She’s been with me since the first year.”

“You guys must go out every night.”

She chuckled, “No, ma’am. Most of the time, Leia and I study. Sometimes Sirius and I sneak out to Hogsmeade, though.”

Sirius smiled as Y/n nudged him with her shoulder, gently kissing the top of her head, “You guys don’t have a care in the world, do you?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You’re ruining the Black family name.” Walburga snapped, “All you have is a pretty face. You’re too happy and pretty for this family.”

Sirius tightened his grip on Y/n’s hand, “You shouldn’t get to choose who you marry. You’re in Slytherin. You get an arranged marriage.”

“Mum, I think that’s-“

“No!” She yelled, and both boys flinched, “You’re so pretty, aren’t you, doll? That doesn’t even matter in the grand scheme of things.”

“Looks mean nothing.” Walburga growled, “One day, Sirius will find better, and he’ll cheat on you because that’s all he’s ever seen.”

Sirius stood up abruptly, “That’s enough!”

“Walburga!” Orion shouted, and they turned to him, “Leave the girl alone.”

Walburga hmphed and sat back down in her seat. Y/n was flabbergasted, trying to digest everything that had just been said to her. Sirius was glaring daggers at his mother. That was improper and awful behavior. He wished that Y/n didn’t have to witness it. After dinner was over, they went up to Sirius’ room, where he packed a bag of some stuff, and they left to go to Y/n’s house. 

Sirius had met Y/n’s parents prior, and they were so kind to him. It’s where he usually went over winter and Easter break. That night hon of them had gotten ready for bed. Sirius was in a hoodie and sweatpants. Y/n was wearing his Quidditch jersey and shorts. 

Both of them slipped under the comforter of Y/n’s bed, and Sirius’ arms went around her waist, pulling her back close to his chest, “I’m sorry for earlier.”

“It’s not your fault, Siri.” Y/n rubbed his hands, “You told me it was a bad idea, but I insisted anyway.” 

“That’s because it’s normal to meet the parents.” Sirius sighed, “Mine just aren’t normal.”

Y/n turned to face him; his face looked crestfallen; she cupped his cheek, “Your parents were forced together. There was never any love in their marriage. That’s what makes them different. I think your mum saw us together and was jealous.”

“Jealous?”

“Has your dad ever pulled out a chair for her?”

Sirius shook his head. 

“Has he ever held your mum’s hand?”

Another shake.

“Kissed her?”

“Not by choice.”

“She’s jealous because you do all those things for me. You’re a gentleman, and she hates that.” Y/n replied, “She wanted a man like you to love her, but she never got that.”

Sirius kissed her palm, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Y/n kissed his forehead, pulling his head to her chest, “I promise I’ll love you till the end.”

He kissed her neck in thanks, “Get some rest, puppy.”

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Read Me

Pairing: Regulus Black x female!OC

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: violence, angst, very brief mention of vomit

Note: I’ve always had this headcanon that after joining the Death Eaters, Regulus had someone to teach/practice with legilimency and occlumency. So here’s my spin on that with a return of Miss Iris! Let me know what you think!

Streams of garnet and emerald dart past one another. Faint cheers from the packed stands—Go, go, Gryffindor! Slytherin, Slytherin for the win! Sirius Black comes into view, guarding one of the circular goalposts. He’s yelling to a chaser.

Evan Rosier flyin past one of the snakes, who throws him a bludger. Rosier catches the ball and sends it hurtling towards Sirius. The bludger strikes Sirius’ side with a thwack, knocking him off balance. The Gryffindor recovers, eyes darting around to see who threw that damned ball, but Evan directs a Ventus his way, sending a strong stream of wind at his right side and throwing the boy off his Nimbus 1500 into the very thin air below. Across the pitch, Regulus Black and his fellow Slytherin teammates watch as a wizard falls through the air toward the very hard ground. He sees the unguarded goalpost opposite him. Regulus’ face drops, Siri. He takes off toward his older brother. So what if he saved the bloodtraitor, he’d face Evan’s wrath later—

           “Salazar!” Iris jumps, shaken from her vision. Her cat, Jed, steps over the witch’s bent leg and casually lays down between her and Regulus on the quilted leather sofa.

           “It’s Regulus, actually,” the wizard remarks.

Iris scoffs.

Moonlight shines down into the Black Lake, making the Slytherin common room appear more like the sea than the emerald-green dungeon that it is. A faint rumble of thunder startles a merperson that had stopped momentarily, watching the witch and wizard go at their mind games.

           “Alright, let’s try this again. We’ve got an audience now and everything…” Iris looks down at Jed. Regulus smiles at the cat warmly, passing his fingertips through her bluish-grey fur as he scratches the top of her head. His jade eyes meet the waiting girl. “Relax,” Iris tells the wizard. Regulus rolls back his shoulders closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath. As soon as he reopens them, Iris is back inside his head. She butts up against a set of memories, trying to read them, read him, but is only met with further resistance from the boy opposite her. She tries again. Nothing. Onto the next memory. Another block.

This continues for a few moments until a dark, inscrutable scene comes into view for Iris. The vision sharpens, revealing central London. It’s late. There’s no one on the streets save Evan Rosier, Barty Crouch, Jr. and Rabastan Lestrange circled together, wands already at work. 

Oh wait. She’d recognize that tall, lanky build and head of long, raven hair anywhere. Regulus stood about a pace back from the three Death Eaters. In front of him, at the middle of the circle lies a muggle couple, crying and screaming as the red sparks of the Cruciatus curse run from the dark wizards’ wands to them. Breaking bones. Burning flesh. Twisting, snapping veins. 

           “That’s the last time you’ll speak to me like that! Muggles…” Evan says, disgusted. Evan looks over to Regulus. “You’re missing out on all the fun, Reg.” Regulus stays silent, joining the three in the circle. He watches as Evan casts an “Imperio,” on the man, forcing him to undress himself. The bleeding, sobbing, sweating man now stands bare before them. Evan places his hand on Regulus’ shoulder. “Go on.” Evan licks his lips. “They deserve it.” 

           Regulus’s cold demeanor slips slightly, but he recovers quickly, not even raising his wand before shouting “Crucio!” The Muggle man screams in agony as the spell’s red sparks wrap around him like barbed wire, lifting him off of the ground. His eyes roll back as he falls to the ground in convulsions. The screaming woman looks on as her partner gurgles and thrashes and howls. The terrorized Muggle woman looks back at the four wizards whose eyes are bereft of all but crazed contempt. “Please!” She chokes out.

           “Might as well finish him off,” Barty chides. They all watch Rabastan raises his wand as the “Avada…” leaves his mouth.

The scenes blurs and fades to white. Iris almost stops, but swiftly shoves aside her thoughts. Stay focused. Regulus’ mind is like a library. The Bodleian to be exact. Shelves, tall shelves and endless stacks of memories. Most of them appearing like a book with a blank cover and empty pages. Damn, he’s gotten good at this. Iris goes to a new stack located way back in his library, the Restricted Section. Just let it flow. Iris strains, eyes burning into the wizard seated across from her. She shuts her eyes, eyebrows furrowing.

           “Stop straining,” Regulus instructs.

           “Don’t, Black…I was born doing this.”

           “Then prove it.”

Iris reopens her eyes, still trying to breach the mental wall. She can’t read it. In fact, it hurts quite a bit. Regulus doesn’t let up. A sharp, biting pain wraps around her skull with every attempt to break through his wards. Iris pulls backwards with a gasp.

           “Agh, Merlin!” Jed leaps out of the witch’s lap. Iris rubs her forehead, trying to soothe the pain. “Okay, I’m done for the day. Congrats, Reg, I think that you’ve got to be one of the best Occlumens I’ve ever met.” Regulus smirks. “Oh, don’t be all smug now!” She hits his arm.

           “Hey! Enough with the abuse, woman. You’ve already gone through my mind, quite literally. Or tried to…”

           “You’ve outsmarted the mistress, it seems.”

Regulus chuckles.

           “We can’t all be natural Legilimens, love.”

She doesn’t say anything. Instead, she just studies him. She’s back in the library.

           “Stop reading my mind.”

           “You put your guard down when you laugh.”

           “I don’t believe trying not to laugh will be much of an issue in front of him.

Iris lets out an amused humph.

           “Why the hell are we joking about this?” Regulus straightens. The couple sit in silence for a moment before Iris turns to the wizard.

           “Will you tell me?”

           “Why we’re joking?”

           “Reg.”

           “How am I supposed to keep it off-limits if I tell you?”

           “Oh, don’t play dumb with me! You wouldn’t have let me see Sirius falling during that match—”

           “Pushed. He was pushed!”

Iris looks at him impatiently.

           “What about Evan and Barty and Lestrange torturing and killing those Muggles? And you!” Her voice breaks.

           “No! No. Rabastan killed them.”

           “Like it matters! Who fired off one of the many Crucios that night?”

           “You’re not innocent in all this either!”

           “Has he made you kill anyone yet?”

It’s Regulus’ turn to frown, he doesn’t even attempt to meet her gaze.

           “Torturing that couple was, what? Last week?”

           “Enough!” he shouts.

           “Why them, huh? What are you locking all the way back in your head?”

           “They’re not worth it,” he mumbles almost inaudibly.          

           “What?”

           “They’re not worth it, Iris!”

She shudders slightly. Thunder reverberates above them.

           “Not Barty. Not Evan. And most certainly not bloody Lestrange!” His voice booms off of the stone walls. “You don’t know what it’s like...having this mark…this stamp of evil.” Regulus pulls up the sleeve of his jumper, revealing the serpent’s head of the dark mark. The raven ink wisps into the surrounding pale skin of his arm. “You don’t know what it’s like. Being right next to him. ‘A promising young man,’ that’s what he called me last.” Regulus’ expression darkens. He swallows. “Every time I step into that godsforsaken manor I want to vomit. The darkness and the…malevolence. It-it’s in the air.” His eyes glisten. “Sometimes I feel like I can’t fucking breathe. It’s like being paralyzed…when he stares at me—gazes into my soul. He crushes you, Iris! He will ruin you!”

Regulus is inches from the witch, shaking her by her shoulders. Tears roll down his flushed face. He’s trembling. Iris’s eyes dampen. Regulus gets up from his spot on the sofa, wandering over to one of the common room’s towering windows. Ripples of light bounce off the lake water onto his sullen face. He watches a trio of fish swim by and imagines being underwater, just like them. Enveloped in silence. Safe.

Iris sits still for a moment, shaken, before following him. At the window, she stands to his left, looking at the boy lost in the lake.

           “Look, Regulus…” He doesn’t shift his gaze. Iris sighs.

           “I’m sorry. I…um…you’re right. I don’t know exactly what this is all like.” She pauses, wondering if she should continue.

           “But we started this for a reason—”

           “You think I don’t know that?”

           “You and me. One and two. You read me and I read you.” Regulus’ eyes slowly move away from the window.

           “Even You Know Who can’t change that.” Iris reaches for his hand and brings it to her lips.

           “I just want to keep you safe.” He frowns again.

           “I know.”

           “No, Iris…there’s just so much more.”

           “I’m a big girl. And a pretty damn powerful witch.” The beginnings of a grin grace his face for a moment. He shakes his head, mind wandering to the locket hidden away in his dorm.

           “Shall we give it another go?” Regulus is lost in his head. The little prince burdened with inglorious purpose. Iris waves her hand in front of his face. “Reggie? Regulus!” He snaps out of his trance, focusing on the witch in front of him.

           “Once more and then we’ll give it a rest?” Iris searches his face. Regulus nods. There is no rest in sight, darling. Not if the Dark Lord can help it.

[mischief-marauders]

The Song of Sirius

Remus stepped through the threshold of Grimmauld Place. He stumbled and gasped as a painful burning sensation spread throughout his body.

The wards. Sirius had told him about the wards back when they were kids. The house’s magic didn’t allow half breeds in the home without the owner's permission. And with Sirius gone, the wards came at him in full.

Remus felt the roaring wave of pain hit him again as he stifled a sob. All he could see was Sirius’ mouth forming an “O” as he fell back into the veil. Remus wanted so desperately to run after him but he had to hold Harry back. No matter what happened, no matter who he lost, Harry had to be first. Sirius and him had promised that to James and Lily before they were killed.

Remus slowly righted himself, still wincing at the burning sensation in his body. He stopped and stared at himself in the goblin wrought iron mirror in the hall. His bloodshot eyes were red-rimmed from crying so much. He looked weary and too old to be in his early 30’s. In the reflection of the mirror, he saw a rustling and bristled at the sight.

Walburga Black stood in the portrait. Quiet and glaring. Even dead, even magically painted, she was terrifying. Remus could see where Sirius had gotten his force of nature personality. But that’s where the similarities ended. Sirius brought warmth and laughter to everyone around him. Walburga seemed to radiate hate and cold. She brought pain and suffering everywhere she stepped.

As Remus turned to look at her, she disappeared from view. 

Weeks passed by. People came and went yet Remus never left the house. Everything hurt too much. The wards never lessened in their torment. They never eased the burning. But he could not leave the house. This was the last place where Sirius had left his mark. No matter how much the burning pain from the House of Black wreaked on him, he couldn’t leave.

It had been four weeks since the death of the last heir of the House of Black when Walburga finally spoke after deafening silence for so long. Remus had stumbled into the foyer in the morning and stopped to catch his breath as Walburga's icy gaze froze him.

Remus hadn’t felt such burning hatred in himself in years. Rage and hate rose in him like a violent wave, bound to destroy whatever or whoever it fell on. He stood up straight and stormed up to the portrait, his anger and grief rising with the pain of losing Sirius again. He couldn't make her leave and he couldn't take the portrait down but he could hate her.

“In the letters you used to send to him at Hogwarts, you said that I ruined him. You said that James ruined him. That Lily ruined him. But you’re just a bitter old bigot and you know nothing. You loved Regulus more than him and look at where both of them are. The only person that ruined him was you”

Remus winced and slightly bent over as the burning from the wards increased and he felt himself stumble a little. He took in a deep breath and righted himself once more, glaring at the still silent Walburga Black.

“Are you proud? Are you proud of what your blood purity and ideals have done? Your son will be remembered as a murderer. As the prisoner of Azkaban. Your son will be remembered as the man who killed a group of muggles in grief. He will be remembered for things he didn’t do. All because of what your beliefs have brought into this world. All things horrible and ugly.”

Remus’s voice grew louder and broke into sobs as his rage boiled. “He won’t be remembered for the good things and the best parts of him. He doesn't deserve that”

“What is there?”

Remus felt himself go still at her response.

“What?”

Walburga’s face gave nothing away but Remus swore he saw something in her gaze as she responded once more.

“What else is there?”

Remus swallowed thickly as the pain from the house still struck at him, never lessening. He had always been afraid of Walburga. But he was alive while she was just a portrait. She couldn’t hurt him any more than he was already hurt.

“Doing one of the most dangerous transfigurations spells for me. A spell that’s risky and takes months to complete. Just so that he could give me comfort during the full moon. He should be remembered for that.”

Remus felt tears rising in his eyes as his head pounded and Walburga just looked at him silently. She looked as if she were waiting.

“He should be remembered for always putting others first. He should be remembered for his unwavering loyalty. He should be remembered for his fierce defiance in the face of hatred. He deserves to be remembered for standing by his beliefs while his family told him he was wrong.”

Remus paused to catch his breath.

Walburga's mouth tightened. “Do you have any more memories?”

“I am made of memories.”

Walburga nodded tightly. “Then speak."

Remus wanted to refuse. He wanted to rage and scream and smash the house of Black, brick by brick. She didn’t deserve to hear. She abandoned him and ostracized him. She humiliated him and disowned him. She had no right to the memories of the lovely boy that was Sirius Black. But for a moment, he doesn’t want to think of Sirius being dead or being locked away in Azkaban. He only wants to remember the Sirius he knew.

So he speaks. He gives Walburga everything he has. Everything he remembers. An arrogant little boy on the train. The crying in his bed when he thought no one could hear him after the sorting ceremony. The way that the Gryffindor colors seemed to fit on him. The way the afternoon light turned his eyes from grey to a hundred shades of blues and greens mixed. The barking laughter he let out at 3 am in the dorms, waking up the entirety of Gryffindor tower. The way that his hair grew, little by little until it reached his jawline. The intensity in which he would gaze at Regulus during meals when the boy wouldn’t notice. How he hugged Remus when he confessed he was a werewolf. That first night that he joined him on a transformation and how Sirius’ eyes lit up fondly when Remus turned back to human in the morning. The way his laugh would echo in the halls of Hogwarts when he was running away from Filch. The way his hair twisted around his head when he flew on James’ broom. The way moonlight lit his face and made him look inhuman. Almost God-like. His terror and joy when he held Harry for the first time.

Before Remus knew it, it had been hours since he first began speaking. He finally registered the emotions in Walburga’s eyes and he realized. He realized that she remembered as well.

She remembered the joy that flooded her when she realized she was pregnant after trying for so long. The pain she felt as her body was ripped apart and her firstborn was brought into the world. The way his eyes twinkled and the giggles that would escape his mouth when Walburga leaned over his crib to smile at him. His chubby legs running around the house. The times she sat with him in bed and cast lumos for him because he was scared of the dark. The way he curled up on her, seeking comfort when he was sick. She remembered his joy when they brought Regulus home. She remembered how fiercely protective he was of his brother. The way he would take the blame for everything and shield Regulus. She also remembered when things started to go bad. The way Sirius’ eyes lost their light. The way his eyes were alight again when he came back home every summer but would fade by the time it came to go back to Hogwarts. She remembered the fights, the tears, the screaming, the anger. She remembered sobbing so hard the night he was disowned. So hard that the house shook. She remembered losing her son, her baby, her Sirius. The brightest star in her life. All because of her. Because her beliefs trumped her love for him.

Walburga turns away so Remus won’t see. But he does. The tears, the sobs shaking her shoulders as she remembers all she’s done. Her son, her beautiful son was dead. He would never smile again. He would never laugh again. The world would never see his light again. No one would know the beautiful boy he was. All anyone would remember was murderer and prisoner. They would never see a laughing boy corrupted by a dark world that made him grow up too fast.

They both stood there. A lone man and a lone woman in a portrait, crying over the same boy they had both lost. They both stand there and conjure up the boy they knew. Sirius, standing tall and proud. A large grin on his face. His grey eyes, alive and bright. Remus could almost feel his arms holding him tight. Almost.

They both feel each other memories. Walburga can feel the infinite love that Remus has for her son and the grief that consumes him. Remus can feel the infinite regret and pain Walburga suffers with. The memories come and come, surrounded by sobs and crying. They stand there, a Black, a Marauder, and the boy who was both.

The sun starts to set and Walburga has put her walls back up. Remus has given everything he has and more. He spared nothing of the boy he loved. They both stare at each other. Remus’s amber eyes, watery in pain and grief. Walburga’s grey eyes, sharp in hatred and grief. They stare at each other for what seems like hours.

“I’ve done it,” Walburga says. Remus looks around confused. He didn’t understand what she meant. Then he realizes. The pain. He no longer feels the pain wracking his body. For the first time in almost a month, his body doesn’t burn from the wards placed at Grimmauld Place. The relief from the pain makes him stand up straight and his breathing even out.

Walburga turns away and before she can leave to whatever place portraits hide in, Remus stops her.

“Why?”

She doesn’t turn around. He can hear her uneven breathing and the shakes in her shoulders from the sobs she’s trying to hide.

“For him.”

She walks away and Remus is left there, feeling empty and painless.

All of a sudden, he feels the sensation of magic in the house and he hears a quiet sound vibrating throughout. He follows the sounds through the house, corridor upon corridor until he comes to the room with the tapestry of the lineage of the members of the House of Black. Remus steps forward, slowly, to the last faces on the tapestry. A sob builds in his chest as he runs his fingers over the last face. The burn and explosion marks are gone from the tapestry. Sirius’ handsome face with his trademark Cheshire chat grin is woven into the fabric once more. It looks just like Sirius if he hadn’t spent years in Azkaban. His face tan and lovely, glowing with happiness. And next to him, connected by a dotted line representing love, was Remus’ face grinning. Two boys connected. Forever. Connected and unwavering by simple concepts like time, light, darkness, life, and death. These meant nothing to Remus. 

The golden light from the sunset painted the room in hues of beautiful gold and orange. He pressed his finger to Sirius' fabric cheek and let out a small, shuddering sigh. 

"I will always love you. The sun could go black and the stars could crash to earth and I will still always love you. Through light and darkness, I belong to you and you belong to me."

[greyeyedmonster-18]

Its currently 01.15 here and I should definitely be asleep by now. But you see Grey, I started this very nice story and I just couldn’t put it down. I’m to tired to scream to much about it so I’m just gonna tell you my favorite things about the story, in the order they appears and not ranked. You already know I love the characters and the friendship but other than that:

- James manifesting every year with Effie, writing down the things he hopes to accomplish the following year.

- Sirius, being open for love.

- Porter, actually being really nice and good.

- Remus challenging Sirius about him deserving more than green tea, and Sirius breaking up with Porter.

- Remus snapping at regulus and Sirius loving it.

- Effie and Monty buying a piano.

- All the tea references where people who loves Sirius takes the time to know that tea he prefers.

- “You listen to me, Sirius Black, someone is going to love you . Someone is going to look at you one day and find you so absolutely beautiful, with all your mistakes. No matter the wreckage.” (I was bawling)

- No snape, I just realized

- Sirius flirting shirtless and Remus only looking at his face

- Sirius slowly paddling back to shore

- The handholding!!!!

- My darling

- Pillowtalk

Thank you for making my day better. It was worth all the tears.

I loved it.

*crying in the club* anon this is all so sweet, i cannot even handle it.

but also, i'm just going to scream back at you and say i love it when people pick up on little sprinkles i put in there and for NMTW the TEA was one of them (how everyone who really, truly, loves and sees Sirius knows his tea preference, its not hard and Sirius realizing that ITS NOT HARD to learn a tea preference and he deserves someone who knows his.)

also-- no snape. yes. actually, i think i used his name once. in a single sentence. where sirius made eye contact with him and that was it.

probably the most controversial thing ill ever say, aside from Tall Sirius Rights, is that people who write snape into their marauders at hogwarts stories that give him a POV or use him as more than a plot device, or a whisper in the background, just wanted an excuse to write Snape. otherwise, he does...very...very little for a compelling. Snape should only be used the way a car wreck or a Quidditch accident should be used. plot point. that's it. and tbh, car wrecks are more interesting.

My darling.

PILLOWTALK, PILLOWTALK!

you are so welcome, anon. thank you for making MY DAY with this love. you are sensational <3

[starbuckie]

𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤

challenge: time travel challenge by @justagirlinafandomworld​

prompt: “we’re divorced?” 

pairing: sirius black x reader

words: 5.7k words

warnings: FOURTH WALL BREAK!!(sorry im very excited about that), lots of angst, almost smut(hehe), sirius lowkey has a breeding kink, sirius is an asshole for a bit, the smallest bit of fluff, fix-it, and the same time travel theory as back to the future

summary: an unnatural occurrence lets a woman go back in time to try and change everything she’s known for the past twenty years.

a/n: wow, i normally don’t write for harry potter so this was a nice change. anyways, this is for yvette’s time travel writing challenge, and everybody say HAPPY BIRTHDAY YVETTE! i’m so sorry this is late, it got deleted and i needed to re-edit, but i truly appreciate your friendship and your lovely, amazingly beautiful self, and I’m so so glad that we became friends :)  this fic is not beta-read at all, so if you see any mistakes tell me, but otherwise i really hope you enjoy this fic<3

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It still wasn’t over. After all she had lost, more specifically everyone she had lost, and the shitty cycle that she had to call her life, it still wasn’t over. The people she had watched the life drain from, the screams of those suffering from the loss caused by the Dark Lord, and yet life still hadn’t had its fill of torturing Y/N. Grimmauld Place felt empty without the kids, without the Weasleys, but they had gone back to their home and soon enough she would have to as well. Harry had gone back to Hogwarts with Dumbledore, though she’d argued to hold onto him just a bit longer after-

After Sirius had died. 

Time had passed, maybe two or three weeks, but no matter what the woman couldn’t bring herself to get out of Sirius’ old bedroom, simply staring at the ceiling with her tears at bay. Her and Sirius had been a complicated thing, to say the least, a topic nobody had brought up since 1983, when she had banned it. Not as if there was much to talk about after the divorce and Sirius going to Azkaban. After Lily and James had died, after she had fought with Dumbledore for custody of Harry, after she had become a professor at Beauxbatons and moved to France without a second thought. Sirius had been locked up after he’d hurt her in the worst possible way, and Y/N’s heartbroken soul found no other reason to return to England. 

But, she pushed those bad memories to the back of her mind. It seemed so trivial, looking back on it. Not the broken house, of course, that had been his own mistake. But Y/N had many regrets, all of them seeming to revolve around the mischievous black-haired man who she had fallen in love with as a teen. The night it went down, the night their relationship had fractured at the seams and fallen down, was her greatest one however. It had been so stupid, so, so stupid, but they’d both gotten caught up in the moment, and Y/N had let him die without knowing how much she was sorry for that night that they let their fears consume them. 

The cries that she had tried so hard to contain finally broke free from the restraints of her heart. “I’m so sorry, Siri,” she whispered into the air, “I couldn’t save you this time.” As the hot, salty tears ran down her cheeks, Y/N shuffled across the room, letting her feet drag her to the old Black family room, the dark green walls embracing her rainy emotions. 

A little gasp escaped her lips as she looked at the portraits among the wall. The Black family tree was faded along the age-old wall, but what she was really looking for was the burned out image of her raven-haired love. There, right next to Regulus, was a black spot, scorned and scarred by the prestigious family for being a blood traitor. Y/N smiled and traced the burn with her finger, remembering their fourth year when she had accompanied him home for the holidays so he wouldn’t be completely alone in the hellhole he had to call his house. Sirius had snuck them up to this room and spent the night talking in hushed whispers sworn secrets. “I’ll be yours forever, Siri, and I’m sorry for fighting with you. I wish-” she sniffled, glaring at the spot in the wall as she tried to garble out her words, “I wish, I could go back in time, and just fix it. Just me and you, and that stupid night, with the bloody fight about children because you deserve it all, darling.”

“Ah, I think you can.” 

Y/N turned around, her eyes wide with fear. That was not Kreacher’s voice. There stood a younger woman, around nineteen, a scroll of paper and a quill in her hand. There was a whisper of a smirk on her face, brown eyes glittering even in the dimness in the room. “Who the hell are you?” Y/N looked at the door, which was still closed as she left it. She cast her wand out, pointing it at the stranger who did nothing but smile. “How did you get in here? Are you with the Lord?”

“With Voldemort?” The woman simply laughed. “Dude, I’m not with ‘the Lord’,” she added with air quotations. “Also I’m not really even here, so don’t you worry about that. My name’s Malia.”

Malia held her hand out, but Y/N kept her guard up. “You’re American. What brings you here? Are you a muggle?”

“Oh, nope, not a wizard, I’m just the author of this story.” Malia confided. “I’m here to tell you that you can fix this.”

“Fix… what?” Malia just rolled her eyes and sighed, staring up towards the ceiling as she spoke.

“God, did I write you to be hard of hearing now, too? I ought to fix that when I get back.” The woman blankly stared at the strange girl, wondering what the actual fuck she was talking about. “I can give you the chance to go back in time, Y/N. It won’t be for long, it’s really not gonna be interesting for more than two hours at most, but that should be enough time to tell the gang about what’s to come with Voldemort.”

“Like... time travel?” Y/N asked. The only way she knew how to time travel was the time turners. “But all of the ti-”

“Time turners were destroyed in the Department of Mysteries, I know, I know. Trust me, I’ve read Harry Potter more times than I’ve said ‘I love you’ to my parents.” Malia smiled. “I’m the author, I make the rules, and my rule is that I’m giving you two hours in 1978 to talk to Sirius so he can fix the emotional fucking mess left behind by J.K. Rowling.”

“Who’s J.K. Rowling?” Malia shuddered at the name.

“A raggedy-ass, transphobic bitch who wrote y’all into existence, but she’s not of importance right now.” She checked the small, rectangular box in her hand, which glowed and provided little light in the darkened room. “Let’s see, it’s currently eleven-forty, so you have until one-forty to find the Marauders and fix this future. It may not be fixed in the books in the future, but if you are able to do it here that’s all that matters.” Malia’s brown eyes were downcast, her bright and loud personality dimming for just a moment before returning to Y/N’s confused gaze once more. “Try not to screw up too much while you’re there, just enough that you defeat the Dark Lord the first time. Tell Sirius all you know and that should be enough for him to fix all the mistakes, but do not under any circumstances let him or anyone else know who you are. I wish you luck, Y/N, it was nice to meet ya in person.” 

And with a peace sign in front of her face, she disappeared into a flash of neon pink light. 

“Bloody hell! Fix my future? Talk to Sirius? If this even is time travel, then how am I supposed to get there- AH!” Y/N’s body felt like it was turning inside out, her guts being torn from her stomach and back into it again. A delirious giggle arose from her lips in the black void she was pulled into, and a soft chatter could be heard, like voices at the end of a tunnel. 

“Blimey, looks like we got ourselves a nutter on school grounds.” Y/N’s arms flailed around, desperately seeking some sort of grounding surface to hold on to when her back hit a rough surface. There was an audible crack somewhere in her body, but she felt so sick that she couldn’t tell where. 

“Are you okay, ma’am? You just appeared from the sky and hit the ground.” Warm, brown eyes met Y/N’s, a familiar mess of black curls resting atop of the boy’s head. Large, rounded glasses sat perched on the tip of his nose, and an impish smile, one she used to know so well before he died, met his lips. 

“James,” she sighed. The boy stared at her strangely, and only then did she notice the three other boys and girls each behind them. Remus, Peter, Sirius, Lily, Marlene, and Alice. 

Sirius.

The sight that met her eyes made her nearly emotional. It had technically been only three weeks since she had seen him, but here was the young boy she had fallen in love with. The one who charmed her with his smart words and witty retorts to her brush-offs, who used to hold her in his arms in the most intimate and gentle ways. His grey eyes sparkled with curiosity, the infamous Marauder mischief swirling within the silvery pools.  

Seeing him so young tugged at her heartstrings, and though she wanted nothing more than to hold him in her arms and never let go, a small, niggling feeling at the back of her head held her back. Was there something wrong?

“You know me?” Oh right, she was currently thirty-five. Looking around she noticed that she was outside the quidditch pitch, and there were other students, staring at her with widened eyes. No one knew she was Y/N L/N, their fellow schoolmate and probably one of the very few of them that survived the Death Eaters attacks. None of them were aware how it ended, or how it was currently going for them back in 1996, and in this time there was the first Wizarding War going on and they had every right to be terrified for their lives.

James now took a more defensive stance, standing tall and holding his wand out. “Who are you?”

She couldn’t give him the answer, instead letting her mouth gape open as she stared at him with wide eyes. Y/N looked across the grounds for the nearest exit, which was down by Hagrid’s hut and into the Forbidden Forest. It was her only choice at this point, to hide in the dark, creepy space, maybe just until the students went away so she could find Sirius and talk to him alone. It’d be hard to separate him from the boys, but if Lily were occupied with James it sure would be easy. 

Her younger, seventh-year self didn’t seem to be in the audience, thank Merlin, and with that knowledge, she got up and ran, ignoring her screaming muscles. That time travel really did a number on her. 

As she ran through the crowd, shoving people aside, she heard the students mutter, too much in shock and disarray to stop the crazy, old woman who knew James Potter.

“This is dodgy.”

“Someone ought to tell Dumbledore about this.”

“She kinda looks like Y/N L/N.’

“Don’t insult the poor girl like that, that wonker is ages old.”

“Come back here! Who the bloody hell are you?” Y/N’s heart beat quickly in her chest, threatening to burst out. Only three minutes in the past and it was all going straight to shit. “Stupefy!”

Shit. “No, James, please don’t-“ Her body hit the ground and her eyes closed, the last thing she saw being the pumpkin patch by the hut.

-

“I see you’re awake now, Ms. L/N.” Dumbledore stood above Y/N in the hospital ward bed, his grey beard dangling in front of her face. Her first instinct was to start blaming him for everything that had happened, starting from Lily and James’ deaths to Sirius’, already opening her mouth to call him an old, senile cow, but then she realized that Harry hadn’t been sent to the Dursleys yet, much less been born yet, so none of it would have an effect on him. Y/N’s second instinct was to question how Dumbledore knew who she was in 1978, but her former Headmaster started to speak before she could do so. “I must admit, it’s very courageous, that stunt you just pulled. I don’t think Ms. Louie will be too happy about that.” Y/N sent him a questioning stare. “Malia, the girl you met earlier. Malia Louie.”

“Headmaster Dumbledore, how did you know it was me?” She was dressed in a white gown that went to her knees, and behind him she could see her blouse and jeans folded and clean. Ah, the Hospital Wing. She had brought the boys here more times than she could count in her years at Hogwarts. “I don’t exactly look as young as I used to.”

“Ah, don’t worry Ms. L/N, you’ve kept your good looks quite nicely, even in your older age.” He stroked his beard thoughtfully, his wrinkled eyes sparkling with joy. “And speaking of young, if you are still worrying yourself about your younger self, you can put that to a stop. I am aware that you are not able to tell anyone who you are, and time travel is exceptionally dangerous if you are seen by the other version of yourself. I’ve already told the students that you were just a stray witch, misguided in your ways and that you were well taken care of. However, I think that brings us to the question of what your intentions are in the past, Ms. L/N.”

“Headmaster, I don’t think I can tell you about my business here. I’ve already messed up by letting the school see me by letting everyone see me, I don’t know why that girl even sent me here, it’s clear that this was a mistake.” Y/N sat up on the headboard, feeling her eyes fill with tears once again. The tall arches of windows let the sun in the room, and she could see the specks of dust swirling around in the golden light. It had to be close to the end of the year for them, maybe sometime around April or May, near the end of N.E.W.T.s at least. She could imagine that it’d be easy for her to get out of Hogwarts for the day, with all the students studying for the stressful exams in the library, maybe she'd make her way to Hogsmeade and walk around or visit Hagrid under a false name to have some tea. He was always open for a nice cuppa with strangers on any free day he had. “Thank you Headmaster, for your kindness, but I really ought to be going. I-it was nice to see you.”

Y/N started to help herself out of the bed, swinging her feet over to touch the cool stone ground. Bones cracked with pain and fatigue, her muscles stretching sluggishly. Merlin, that she was not expecting that much hurt from the fall, but she should have never underestimated James Potter. No one ever should if they want to keep their good mind and sanity. 

Dumbledore handed her her clothes, cracked lips set in a straight line as he nodded solemnly. “I hope you accomplish whatever it is you are here to do, Ms. L/N, but I have no doubt that you will.” With a sly wink, he added, “You were always one of our most ardent and bright students.”

Y/N let herself smile, and with a wave, swiftly brought herself to the door. “Thank you, Headmaster.”

After slipping outside, she ran down the corridors, echoes of her feet ringing lightly behind her. The courtyard proved to be empty and she quickly ducked behind a column and tugged her jeans on hastily, making sure that no professors came walking past. Though the sky proved to be bright and cheerful, a slight breeze carried through, making her fall off balance and fall on the cemented ground. 

“Are you okay, darling? You look like you’re in need of a little help.” Y/N looked up to the speaking figure, one that she both loved and dreaded to see. 

She gathered herself quickly, her mind running fast and heart beating out of her chest as she tried to get out. “Yes, I am okay, thank you for asking. I think I’ll just get up and going now, I don’t need to take time out of your day like this-”

“I know who you are, Y/N.” 

Y/N came to a full stop, going against her brain that screamed at her to run away. Sirius looked downtrodden, his grey eyes watering despite the small hint of a smirk on his face. Though he was always one for playing around and not taking anything seriously, she knew when it was time to stop pretending and get real. “How’d you know it was me, Sirius?”

“You really don’t look bad for your age, darling.” He offered her a hand to help her up and she took it graciously, eyeing him nearly guiltily and forgetting about her promise to Y/N. But that was useless now, this moment with her first love was much more important. “Also you have the tattoo on your chest. I knew it was you the moment you landed on school grounds.”

She traced his gaze to her left collarbone, where a paw print, just barely visible beneath her low-cut blouse, sat. It was his, or Snuffles’, paw print, and at this point in time they had probably gotten it done about three months before. He had one for her too, a horseshoe for her horse patronus, right on his left side of his chest too. So they’d always be right next to each other’s hearts, as cheesy as it seemed.

But they were dumb, lovesick teenagers, and they acted the part well too. Their love was all-consuming, shagging in under the bleachers at the quidditch pitch and making out under the stars. It was fast, everything was fast, decisions, ideas, classes, all of them under the impression that they had to do everything right then or they’d be dead before they got to actually live. They had dreams of marriage, and a big, big family, obviously so far away from his family so they could never hurt their children’s lives the way they had hurt his. 

They were fantasies, Y/N had known that well enough when she and Sirius got divorced, but it was something that eighteen year-old Sirius Black held close to his heart. No matter how shitty his life got, he was always a firm believer in a happy ending. In their happy ending. 

“How am I right now?” They now stood over the Black Lake, staring into the glittering depths of the water where some mermaids could be seen sneaking peeks at the handsome boy and the strange lady who had fallen from the sky. 

Sirius stared at her questioningly for a moment. “How are you doing right now? I mean, I believe that I should be asking you that ques- oh, Merlin, I’m such a git, you meant your younger self.” Y/N laughed at that, her heart lifting with the goofiness of the old Sirius relieving an ache in her heart that she had had for so long. Not that old (it felt weird to say that) Sirius had been anything less than silly and snarky, but it was never directed towards her. It was nice to have the resemblance of their old relationship back, even if it was just for a fleeting moment. “I suppose that you’re okay. You didn’t see, well, your big moment on the field, but at this point Lily has probably opened her big, fat mouth and told you. N.E.W.T.s are just finishing up, so you’re much more light-hearted than during the study season.”

“I really did have a stick up my arse during exam time, you always told me to loosen up-” 

“Y/N, cut out the small talk, I think it’s okay for me to ask how and what is happening.” Sirius cut in.

So she told him. Y/N had always been upfront with people about everything. Or rather, she had learned how to be upfront with people after her and Sirius’ divorce. Without details of the deaths, she explained how she was sent back into the past to fix it in some conceivable way. However, she did tell him about the fall out. Maybe she wanted him to understand her pain, even though it was a younger him, but she had to admit to herself that it was because she just wanted Sirius, in whatever form life gave her to hear out her grievances and apologies. 

Since her Sirius was dead before she could.

“We’re divorced?” Sirius looked about ready to break down into tears, almost as if the concept of them breaking up or separating was foreign to him. “What exactly did we fight over, Y/N? That doesn’t seem normal for the two of us.” Sirius asked.

“Well, to be fair, it wasn’t a normal predicament for us. either…”

Sirius slammed the door shut, efficiently pinning her against it with his white button up ruffled up, navy tie hanging from his neck loosely. Y/N’s arms were held down tightly against the oak wood, the sensation of the cold door burning into her rather warm skin making her squeal. Her husband’s tongue worked its way through her parted lips, low groans rising from the back of his throat from the way she moaned in tandem with his hips pushing into hers. Legs wrapped around his tapered waist, the pink, floral skirt Y/N wore rising high on her thighs, revealing more of her flesh to the lust-filled man. Both of their giggles echoed off the hallway walls of their small cottage home, just four miles west of their best friends’. 

As the twenty year-old man threw his wife unceremoniously on the bed, he shed himself of his shirt and swiftly unbuttoned his slacks, throwing them haphazardly across the room. Merlin, Y/N looked ethereal laying spread out on the bed, panties around her left ankle, swollen lips parted with short puffs of air leaving them. “You just get right down to business, don’t you, Black.” 

Crawling over his body, his hot breath hit her neck as he growled against her skin. “Could say the same thing about you, darling.” Sirius’ lips made their way down every inch, every curve, nook, and cranny of Y/N’s body, smoothly slipping her clothes off as he did so. Her sweet gasps filled the bedroom, back arching off the bed to meet his chest. “I’m going to put a baby in you tonight, sweetheart, we’re-”

Y/N sat up straight, her eyebrows trained in confusion at her husband. “What? A baby?” 

Sirius’ heart pounded in his chest. “Yes.” He remarked in a clipped tone. “Is that not what you wanted?” 

Her mind recalled her words from earlier that day, as she chatted happily with Lily about the news of her pregnancy. “Siri, I said I may one day enjoy having a kid of my own. Not right now, of course, but later. After all, we only got married a few months ago, don’t you think we should hold off a bit on that? We’re twenty years-old, Siri, there’s so many years for that.”

Rage filled Sirius’ blood like a spreading fire. In all honesty, it wasn’t so much about his anger as it was his hurt and fear. Fear that she had realized how fucked up he truly was, fear that she realized what he had known all along- that she deserved better than him. “So you don’t want a baby with me?”

“I never said I didn’t want that, Sirius, I just said that I’m not ready!” Y/N yelled back. At this point both of them stood on opposite sides of the bed, faces hot with tears. “We’re in the middle of a bloody war, people we know, people we love, have lost their lives, and it is not the ideal environment to raise a child, Sirius! Just because James and Lily are ready to have one doesn’t mean that I am too!”

“When will you be ready, Y/N? When will it ever be enough time for you? When will I be enough for you?” The heartbroken girl tried to interject, but her voice was cut off by her husband’s quickly enough. Sirius climbed onto the bed, holding her chin harshly with one hand. “Tell me, did you ever want to be with me in the first place?”

“Yes, Sirius, of course I wanted to be with you.” His heart hurt looking at the love of his life in tears, but even that was able to melt his cold facade. “I love you more than anything in the world.” 

“Then fucking prove it, Y/N.” With that declaration, he removed his hand from her face and gathered his clothes, slamming everything in their shared room as Y/N quivered, knees ready to buckle on the spot. “I’m going out, don’t wait up for me.”  

As soon as the front door shut, she fell to the ground in tears, the laughter that once filled their home replaced with the sound of her shattered heart. 

Y/N had done her best to not tear up during her explanation of the events that had taken that night, but Sirius' eyes watered, refusing to believe the truth. “No. No. I didn’t do that. Y/N, tell me,” he gripped her biceps with trembling hands, “please tell me I didn’t really do that. I can’t believe that I-I, that I-”

“You were drunk, Sirius, I don’t think you truly knew what you were saying at the time.” She sighed, “But people always say that drunken words are just sober thoughts.” Y/N rubbed her arms, just shivering slightly in the Scotland breeze. “You came back two hours later punching the wall and breaking it, and that’s when I knew that we wouldn’t last.” 

The raven-haired boy’s head started to shake, even more mortified of the actions that his future self, the man he’d be in just two years' time, had done. “I packed up my things, not that there were many, we’d only moved into the house a month before, left, and I sent the divorce papers a week later. It was probably better that way, you would’ve divorced me if I hadn’t done it first.” Y/N had gotten used to telling her sob story to colleagues at Beauxbatons, to her family, but it felt different with pre-divorce Sirius. Of course, she had never thought she’d be in this citation either, so no one could really blame her for feeling weird. “You signed them easily, and my lawyer made sure that I never had to see you again.”  Until Lily and James died.

“Until…” Sirius led on.

“Merlin’s beard, Sirius, you’ve always been able to read my mind. Shouldn’t have doubted it for a second.” He smiled at the sentiment, gesturing for her to continue. “I can’t tell you, Sirius, I hope you can understand that.”

“Why, Y/N, what happens that can be any worse in the future?” Oh dear, Sirius, you really do not want the answer to that question. She needed any way out of this conversation, after all running away was what she did best, and her eyes already searched for several routes to which she could run. Not that Y/N could ever outrun Sirius in his animagus form, but it was nice to have the belief that she could. The boy sensed her distress and grabbed hold of her hand. “You don’t have to tell me, darling, but I have to admit that I am a bit worried, just in the slightest.”

Y/N let herself calm down, squeezing Sirius’ hand and noticing his watch. She had actually given him that watch, gold-plated and dark grey metal, but it wasn’t the beauty of the gift that caught her eye, but rather the actual time on it. One-thirty. 

How had that much time gone by so quickly? She was going to be sucked into the black void of time travel again in ten minutes, and that wasn’t nearly enough time to unload nearly twenty years worth of history onto Sirius. No, he would go insane from that much knowledge, which was exactly against what Malia had advised. 

“I don’t have enough time to tell you everything that happens in the future, Sirius. But what I am about to tell you is vital, absolutely vital for the good of all of us in the future.” Sirius nodded with a serious sort of smile on his face. “Don’t let Peter be Lily and James’ secret keeper. When the time comes that they move away, I’m not going to tell you where yet, do not under any circumstances let Peter be their secret keeper. I know he’s one of our best friends right now, and do not tell anyone about this, but he’s going to betray us in the worst way possible.” 

While Sirius was shocked, he nodded solemnly and ran a hand through his long hair. “I won’t tell anyone, Y/N. Can I fix us, Y/N? I don’t know if you should be letting the key to a happier future rest in my hands.”

“I full heartedly trust that you’ll do some good, whatever the outcome may be. As for fixing us, I hope you can, but depending on what happens we’ll just have to wait and see.” She sighed, “If you want my opinion on it, I think that we both should have waited longer to get married. It was right after James and Lily got married, but we aren’t and never will be them. We both had a lot of growing up to do, so I would take it slowly. Communicate your wants and needs in the relationship and in the end it may not even be us together. But I know you, Siri, don’t let this get in the way of your entire life. The most important part is that you tell James and Lily about Peter.”  

She glanced back up the school grounds where students could start to be seen leaving their classes. “You better get back to the castle, Sirius. McGonagall is going to come for your arse and this time the boys aren’t going to be able to cover for you.”

“If they knew where I was, darling, I don’t even think they’d believe me.” Sirius chuckled.

Y/N nodded in agreement and pulled Sirius into a tight hug. “You can do this, sweetheart, and even if you can’t, it will not stop me from loving you any less. Maybe the future wasn’t meant to be changed, but regardless of whether that is true or not, I know that you will try your hardest, Sirius. Just try not to die, okay?”

The boy was still clutching onto her tightly, his tears soaking her rose-colored blouse. “I’ll do my best, darling.”

With one last kiss on the forehead, she smiled at him. “I know you will, Siri.” 

-

Y/N’s arse hit the floor once again, her spine cracking once again. “What’s the year?” She yelled out, reaching for the walls of the black family room. 

But it wasn’t there. Upon opening her eyes, she saw James, Lily, and Sirius sitting at a wooden table in her old white cottage. A nice tea set, her grandmother’s as she realized later, sat in the center, along with a large stack of letters. “Y/N, what the bloody hell happened to you, I’ve been worried sick!” 

Her red-headed best friend scurried over to her, brushing invisible dirt off her shoulders and pulling her up abruptly. James fixed the glasses on his nose, cleaning them off with his striped jumper. “You look a little disheveled right now, Y/N, what ran you over?” 

“You know who she reminds me of right now, Jamie? That crazy witch friend of Dumbledore’s that made her way onto campus back in seventh year.” Lily giggled as she hugged Y/N.

“Merlin’s beard, you’re right!” James walked over to the woman of the hour, ruffling her hair with a smirk on his face. “If you were about twenty years older I’d have no trouble believing you were the same person.”

While Lily and James recalled their memories from the strange woman all those years ago at Hogwarts, Sirius pulled Y/N aside, an arm wrapped around her waist. The warmth radiating from his body was nice, embracing her in a comfort she hadn’t felt in so long.

“I’m going to go ahead and believe that I did something right?” Sirius grabbed her hand, and only then did she notice the coolness of metal sitting on her left ring finger. There sat the single band of gold, a small ruby encased in its plating. She had once joked that diamonds were too overrated, and he went out and got her the most vibrant gem he could find, claiming that it was just like her. But regardless of its shape, size, or type of gem, it was there.

“Yeah, Siri,” Y/N replied with tears in her eyes, “you did good.” 

“Oi, Blacks, stop making out and get over here, we got a letter from Minnie!” James yelled, making both wives chuckle. “Harry’s gotten himself in detention for punching Malfoy again.”

“Oh, thank Merlin, the boy deserves a few more good hits.” Sirius laughed. 

“McGonagall still talks to us?” Y/N asked in amazement. “You’ve got to get me caught up.”

“Don’t worry, darling, we’ve got all the time in the world.” Sirius gently placed his lips onto hers, and for once in nearly twenty years, Y/N felt at peace. There were no more hasty warnings of the future, no psychotic old men coming after her family, no young girls rushing in to tell her how to fix her screwed up life. Cracked, pink lips moving against her own, his tongue delving into her mouth, and Y/N knew she was finally off the clock.

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★ august [pt. 2] - s. b.

“i never needed anything more.”

Pairing: Sirius Black x Slytherin!Reader, Regulus Black x Slytherin!Reader 

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Summary: As one of the Order of the Phoenix’s freshest recruits, love certainly was not on Sirius Black’s mind the summer after he finished school – especially not with a Slytherin, who just happened to be his brother’s girlfriend. 

Genre/Warnings: angst/fluff, infidelity, mentions of torture, war, & sex. 

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: by popular demand... part 2 of august! let me know what you think & if you’d like to be added to my taglist! posts will be slower because i’m back at uni

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PART 1

It was a cold, snowy day in the village. The streets bustled with young passersby. They huddled together with flushed cheeks and dopey grins, reveling in their distance from stingy professors and half-written essays. The line for butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks wrapped around the street. The scene was all-too-familiar for the raven-haired troublemaker and his bespectacled companion hidden in a dark alleyway behind the Hog’s Head.

“Think we can sneak to Rosmerta’s for a butterbeer?” asked James, nudging his best friend with his elbow. “She’d let us jump the line.” 

Sirius rolled his eyes and snorted. “Yes, that would help the whole ‘lying low’ thing, wouldn’t it?”

James raised a concerned eyebrow at Sirius. “I thought you’d be up for it,” he said with an edge in his voice. 

“We’re on a mission,” snapped Sirius. “Let’s just hope nothing is waiting for us so we can get out of here.” 

“You’re jumpy,” grumbled James in response. “Mate, you didn’t have to come if it was going to bother you.” 

“I’m not bothered,” said Sirius defensively. “Focus, Prongs. Suspected Death Eater activity in Hogsmeade Village. We need to wait it out and hope for the best.” 

James shrugged, though he looked like he wanted to say more. The two men turned the corner and peered through the window of Dervish and Banges on the lookout for hellish masked figures that were quickly becoming the bane of Sirius’s existence. 

It had been four months since the summer Sirius’s life changed. His world lost the little color it had, and unfortunately, his friends were bearing the brunt of his moodiness. Sirius knew it was unfair. It was not James’s fault he was scorned by a cold, conniving snake of a woman, who showed him more love than he knew what to do with and then snatched it away without a second thought. 

It was bad enough they were there on a Hogsmeade weekend. He knew you were most likely somewhere in the village, probably in Regulus’s arms, shielding yourself from the cold. The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth, one he decidedly ignored as he turned to his partner-in-crime. “We should split up,” said Sirius. “Get under the Cloak and keep an eye on the station. I’ll do a walk-through. I’ll call you from the mirror if I see anything.” He gestured to his jacket pocket. 

After bidding James goodbye and good luck, Sirius made sure to lay low as he sifted through the snow-covered streets. Though he recognized some of his former classmates, he did not stop to greet them. He was not the type to let his personal life tear his eyes away from the prize. What frightened him was how difficult it was proving to be. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Sirius spotted movement across the hill through the shattered glass window of the Shrieking Shack. Frowning, he pulled up his hood and jogged towards the disturbance. 

When he was safely away from the crowd, Sirius crouched behind a bush next to the house, close enough to hear vaguely-familiar voices – at least two. He inhaled a gust of cold air warily, feeling his heartbeat pick up at rapid speed. No one except the four Marauders ever dared to enter the Shrieking Shack. Who could these intruders be if not Death Eaters? Sirius’s fingers grazed the mirror shard tucked away in his pocket. Should he call James for help? 

Suddenly, he heard faint, quiet sobs from inside. On instinct, he jerked his body slightly upward and transformed into Padfoot. Taking soft steps forward on four legs, Sirius expertly stepped over a creaky floorboard. He remained hidden in the shadows, facing the back of a tall, skinny figure, whose scent overwhelmed his canine senses with the soiled flavor of repressed memories. 

When the stranger spoke, Padfoot winced at the tauntingly grim echo in his eardrums. “Stop crying, darling. It’s pathetic,” said Regulus. 

“H-How could you just…” you said nasally, unable to finish. Sirius felt his heart sink as he heard your broken, empty words. It was your voice that haunted his dreams, and there you were, looking cold and miserable, merely ten feet away from him. 

“You’re wasting your tears, (Y/N). She’s filth. She deserved it.” 

You looked indignant, raising an accusatory finger at your boyfriend. “N-No one deserves torture for who they are,” you said shakily.

Regulus sighed. “Honestly, you’re acting as if we killed her. She’ll be fine. Besides, I didn’t do anything to her. If I knew it would have bothered you, I wouldn’t have stayed.” 

“You just watched, Reg! You watched your dreadful friends torture that poor girl! Why? Because she’s Muggleborn? Why didn’t you let me stop them?” 

“They did stop,” answered Regulus heatedly. “They stopped for you. You should be more careful. If it weren’t for me, they would be spreading some nasty rumors about you. If I didn’t know any better, I would call you a blood traitor.” 

You scoffed. Sirius, still in dog form, shuffled to the side and hid under a scratched table. Emotions were high, so his swift movement remained unnoticed. 

Regulus strode toward you and placed his gloved hands on your shoulders. “Forgive me, (Y/N). I know how sensitive you can get.” 

You sniffled. “It’s not about being sensitive, Regulus. It’s about right and wrong! You know they would have killed her, you know it! The worst part is that you would have let them, and it doesn’t even surprise me anymore.” 

“What has gotten into you? I know you prefer to stay away from conflict, but you’ve been skittish for quite a while now,” said Regulus, dropping his hands off of you.

You were quiet. With one glance at your glossy eyes, Sirius knew what was going to happen before it did. “I have to tell you something. I did something bad.” 

The selfish part of Sirius wanted this. He wanted exactly this. But there was a sinking feeling in his chest, seeing it happen right before his eyes. He attempted to telepathically will you to stop talking, but it was too late. Regulus stared at you expectantly. 

“Last summer I… I was with someone else. I cheated on you, Reg,” you cried.

Sirius’s normally-reserved brother could not contain the shock dripping from his voice. “What?” 

“Regulus, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I swear!” 

“How could you?” snapped Regulus. “I let you stand here and scold me over my activities as if you have the moral high ground between us! You had an affair? With whom?” 

You looked pained. “Don’t make me say it, Reg. Just know how sorry–” 

“With whom?” 

“W-With your brother, Regulus. With Sirius.” His name sounded like a melody on your tongue. Sirius held his breath, swallowing the emotion pooling inside of him. 

“What? My brother? You had an affair with my brother?” Regulus looked as though he was about to strike. Sirius bent his front legs, ready to pounce. “Did you sleep with him?” 

You turned away, tears streaming down your cheeks. 

“Did you sleep with him?” 

You nodded slowly. It was as if you were carrying the weight of a thousand bricks. 

Regulus ran his hand through his hair. He paced the length of the room, unable to form a coherent sentence. “Okay,” he said after a tense silence, “we can fix this. I don’t blame you; I know how my brother is. You can be so gullible. He tricked you into sleeping with him. I was away for so long. You were upset. I can forgive you. We can move past this.”

You stared up at him, wild-eyed. “W-We can?” 

“Yes, we can,” said Regulus. “I know it wasn’t your fault. I forgive you.”

“I don’t think I can,” you said slowly, lifting your eyes to gaze directly into his. 

“What do you mean?” 

You wiped away your tears hastily. “I tried so hard, Reg. I tried so hard to forget him, but I can’t. I’m in love with him.” 

Sirius nearly yelped in giddy shock. She’s in love with me. (Y/N) loves me, not him. She loves me, not him, and he knows. 

Regulus had an unreadable expression on his face. “You’re in love with him? So all those years between us, they mean nothing to you?” 

“Not at all,” you argued. “I love you so much, Reg. But you aren’t the same anymore. You’re hurting me.” 

“Don’t you dare blame this on me,” said Regulus angrily. “You did this! You’re the one that slept with my brother!” 

“I’m telling you, it’s not like that! It wasn’t just sex. I went to him for help. I went to him for you,” you said. “It wasn’t on purpose. I never meant to hurt you. But I can’t pretend anymore. I’m in love with him.” 

Regulus was seething in a characteristically quiet way. “My brother,” he spat, “cares for no one but himself. I am sure you two will be perfect for each other. We are done.” With that, he spun around and walked out of the Shrieking Shack, slamming the door behind him. 

You fell on your knees, sobbing into your hands. Your soft whimpers broke Sirius’s heart into pieces. He poked his head out from under the table and pawed his way toward you. You looked up and gasped in fright. Sirius had forgotten about Padfoot’s unnaturally large size. Gently, he nudged your leg with his snout. “Sorry, you had to see all of that.” You buried your face into your knees. “Are you the big, bad wolf in this joint?” 

Before he could combust at your innocence, Sirius jerked upward again and balanced himself on two feet. “Nope, but he’s a friend of mine,” he joked softly. 

Your head snapped up. You jumped in complete surprise. “Sirius! What are you doing here?” You stared at a spot on the ground. “Are you an Animagus?” 

“To answer your second question, yes,” said Sirius hurriedly, wanting more than anything to skip the small talk, “and to answer your first, this is almost like a second home to me. How did you know about the wolf?” 

You looked at him in awe, then shriveled backward in shame. “Severus Snape spread some awful rumors when you all were at school.” You couldn’t meet his eyes. “Sirius…”

Sirius took tentative steps toward you. “No more lies,” he whispered. “Are you really in love with me?”

You stared into his grey eyes. “Yes,” you said in a hushed whisper. “I’m in love with you, Sirius. And I’m so sorry about what I said that day. I was scared. I know it’s no excuse, but it’s the truth.” 

In an instant, Sirius felt warmth rush up his body. He cupped your face in his hands and kissed you without a second thought. To his utter delight, you kissed him back hungrily. Your arms wrapped around his waist, inhaling his musky scent. “I never stopped thinking about you,” he whispered against your lips. 

You smiled sadly. “Me neither. But how can we possibly be together?”

“Well, you’ll be home for Christmas soon,” said Sirius. 

“That’s only for a few weeks,” you argued. 

Sirius kissed your cheek. “It’s plenty of time. Plus, I can get into the castle whenever I want.” 

You looked skeptical. “How?”

“I have my ways,” said Sirius. “I’m never letting you go again.” 

You felt tears prick at your eyes. “How am I supposed to go back? To face all of them again?” 

“They wouldn’t dare lay a finger on you, not under the teachers’ noses,” said Sirius, mostly to assure himself. “Stay away from Regulus, too.” 

“Easier said than done,” you said. “They dragged some poor Muggleborn third-year here just to torture her. You don’t even know what they get up to at school.” 

Sirius pulled you into a tight embrace. He felt a tingle in his jacket. Pulling out the shard, he met a very familiar pair of hazel eyes. “Is everything okay? Did you find anything?” asked James. 

Sirius pulled away from you. “Yes, everything’s fine. I've searched the whole village. It was just a few Slytherin sixth-years, but they’re gone now. I’ll meet you there.” 

With a nod, James vanished. 

You tugged on his sleeve. “What was that? You have to go?”

Sirius made a motion to pocket the mirror, glancing at it thoughtfully before doing so. After a quick moment, he shoved it in your direction. “Here, keep this. It’s a way for you to call me at school. Whenever you need me, don’t hesitate.”

You paused. “Are you sure? What about James?” 

“He won’t mind,” assured Sirius. “Promise me you’ll use it. Even if you only want to talk.” 

Smiling, you pulled him into another kiss. “Definitely.” 

Sirius feared letting go, though he wasn’t afraid you would walk away again. He wasn’t sure what his brother and his friends would do. “I’ll see you soon, love. Don’t worry too much. You’re Sirius Black’s girl.” 

“That I am, darling. For as long as I can help it.”

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