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Marauders meets My Chemical Romance: The second book of the series “May Death Never Stop You”: “Danger Days” by me, starcrossedlovrs (AO3).

Rating: Mature. Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

After the devastating loss of his closest friends and his fiancée, James Potter finds himself in a perilous situation, forced into an uneasy alliance with the enigmatic Regulus Black. As they embark on a desperate mission against Voldemort, James must navigate a world of darkness and deception, grappling with his own grief and forbidden desires. In this sequel to I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love, loyalties are tested, and love becomes both a weapon and a refuge. Will their fragile bond survive the shadows that threaten to consume them, or will their pasts destroy any hope of a future together?

An excerpt of the 19th chapter “Oh Wait, Oh”:

Three days had passed before James finally opened his eyes. In the dark he searched for Regulus, but he wasn’t there. James stretched his aching arms, feeling the stiffness in his muscles. His throat was parched, and his stomach gnawed with hunger. The last thing he could remember was Regulus tossing him a bottle of water before he’d passed out.

Regulus.

For a moment, James let the thought of him linger. If he wanted, Regulus could be nice. Even to James. Maybe…

The sound of someone climbing the ladder interrupted his thoughts. A moment later, Regulus’s head appeared through the trapdoor, his eyes widening slightly when he saw James awake.

“You’re up,” Regulus said, flipping on a small lantern, and James could’ve sworn there was relief in his voice.

“Yeah, just woke up. How long was I out?”

“Three nights.” Regulus settled on the other side of the room, watching him closely. It was different from the way he usually looked at James. This was more intense, like he was searching for something.

James frowned, sitting up a little straighter. “What? Do I have drool on my face or something?”

Regulus shook his head, but didn’t stop staring. “No.”

“Then what is it?” James’s voice was more nervous than he intended. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Regulus hesitated, then took a deep breath. “You talked in your sleep.”

James’s stomach dropped. What had he said? His mind raced, trying to remember anything from those hazy days, but all he could recall was Sirius.

“Oh,” he muttered. “Uh, and what exactly did I say?”

Regulus’s gaze didn’t waver. “You thought I was Sirius. You… you told him something.”

James swallowed hard, heart thudding in his chest. What did he tell Sirius? No, what did he tell Regulus?

“And by something you mean…?”

 

If you want to continue reading, here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58061965/chapters/147820018

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Marauders meets My Chemical Romance: The second book of the series “May Death Never Stop You”: “Danger Days” by me, starcrossedlovrs (AO3).

Rating: Mature. Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

After the devastating loss of his closest friends and his fiancée, James Potter finds himself in a perilous situation, forced into an uneasy alliance with the enigmatic Regulus Black. As they embark on a desperate mission against Voldemort, James must navigate a world of darkness and deception, grappling with his own grief and forbidden desires. In this sequel to I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love, loyalties are tested, and love becomes both a weapon and a refuge. Will their fragile bond survive the shadows that threaten to consume them, or will their pasts destroy any hope of a future together?

An excerpt of the 14th chapter “Keep Your Apology”:

As dusk fell, the forest was cloaked in shadow, the fading light casting eerie shapes on the ground. Regulus and James navigated the dense underbrush. Regulus moved with an effortless grace, his senses attuned to the darkness, while James followed closely, his mind racing with anticipation and unease.

 

When they reached the ruins of the Riddle house, the moonlight provided a ghostly illumination, revealing the skeletal remains of what was once a grand mansion. The charred remnants loomed against the night sky, stark and foreboding.

 

“Stay close,” Regulus instructed in a low voice. “We’ll have to be quick and careful. The night is our ally, but it also hides dangers.”

 

They approached the ruins, the cool night air heavy with the scent of burned wood and ash. Regulus’s keen eyes scanned the wreckage, his vampire senses alert for any sign of danger or hidden traps.

 

James shivered despite the warm layers he wore. “What are we looking for exactly?”

 

Regulus didn’t take his eyes off the ruins. “Something that stands out,” he replied quietly. “Something that shouldn’t have survived the fire. The Horcrux will be hiding in plain sight, disguised by its own magic. Keep your eyes open for anything that seems… off.”

 

James nodded and began to carefully sift through the debris. The night was silent except for the crunch of charred wood beneath their feet and the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. He moved cautiously, brushing aside ash and burnt remains, looking for anything that might seem unusual.

 

Regulus crouched beside a cluster of scorched bricks, his eyes sharp and focused. “Look for something that doesn’t belong,” he said, almost to himself. “Something untouched by the flames.”

 

They continued their search, each step deliberate and cautious. James’s hands were blackened with soot as he moved rubble aside, feeling the weight of the night pressing down on them. His gaze flitted across the ruins, searching for anything that caught his attention.

 

Then, he saw it—a small object half-buried under a beam that looked strangely out of place. Unlike everything else, it wasn’t blackened or charred. James’s brow furrowed, and he reached out, brushing away the debris to reveal a slender wooden dagger. The wood was smooth and polished, completely untouched by the fire.

 

“Regulus,” James called softly, not taking his eyes off the dagger. “I think I found something.”

 

Regulus was at his side in an instant, his gaze falling on the wooden dagger. His eyes narrowed, and he reached out, carefully picking it up. “This is it,” he said quietly, almost in awe. “It’s made of wood, but there’s not a single burn mark on it. This is the Horcrux.”

 

James stared at the dagger, a chill running down his spine. It was such a simple object, yet it radiated a dark, foreboding energy. “How did it survive the fire?”

 

“Dark magic protects it,” Regulus replied, his voice tense. “It’s hiding in plain sight, just like I said. The fire couldn’t touch it because it’s bound to the Horcrux’s magic.”

 

James felt a shiver of fear and fascination. The dagger seemed to pulse with a life of its own, a silent testament to the dark magic that created it. “What do we do now?”

 

“We destroy it,” Regulus said, his voice firm. “Now, while we have the chance.”

 

James took the wooden stake he had brought with him, his hands steady despite the fear gnawing at his gut. With a deep breath, he raised the stake and brought it down hard on the dagger. The impact was immediate—the dagger shattered with a sharp crack, releasing a wave of dark energy that rippled through the air around them.

 

The ground beneath them trembled for a moment, and the shadows seemed to pulse with a life of their own before fading away into the night.

 

“Another Horcrux down,” James said, his voice barely above a whisper, a mix of relief and dread in his tone. “We’re getting closer.”

 

Regulus nodded, his expression serious as he surveyed their surroundings. “Let’s move. We’ve done what we came here to do, but we need to leave before the night is over.”

 

As they made their way back to the hut, James’s eyes never left Regulus. They had been in a sort of alliance for a while now, but he was still distant, like a shadow that slipped through James’s fingers whenever he tried to grasp it. James had even saved him in the cave. Things like that usually brought people together, James thought, but not with Regulus. There was a wall around him, just like the one around his journal—a fortress of secrets and pain.

 

Regulus’s gaze remained fixed ahead. “Watch where you’re going, or else you’re going to trip over something.”

 

If you want to continue reading, here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58061965/chapters/147820018

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Marauders meets My Chemical Romance: The second book of the series “May Death Never Stop You”: “Danger Days” by me, starcrossedlovrs (AO3).

Rating: Mature. Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

After the devastating loss of his closest friends and his fiancée, James Potter finds himself in a perilous situation, forced into an uneasy alliance with the enigmatic Regulus Black. As they embark on a desperate mission against Voldemort, James must navigate a world of darkness and deception, grappling with his own grief and forbidden desires. In this sequel to I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love, loyalties are tested, and love becomes both a weapon and a refuge. Will their fragile bond survive the shadows that threaten to consume them, or will their pasts destroy any hope of a future together?

An excerpt of the 13th chapter “Let Me Be The One To Save You”:

By the time he trudged back to the house, the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon. The air was cooler now, the promise of nightfall creeping in. He hoped Regulus would be there when he arrived, but the house was silent. Empty.

 

“Regulus!” he called out, his voice echoing through the vacant rooms. But there was no answer. James leaned against the wall, frustration bubbling up inside him. He slid down to the floor, burying his face in his hands.

 

“Why am I so stupid? Why do I always mess things up?” he muttered to himself, his voice raw with self-reproach. His chest tightened, the weight of his failures pressing down on him. “I fucking hate this.”

 

Time passed, each one dragging by with agonizing slowness. Just as he was about to give up hope, a familiar figure appeared in the doorway.

 

“Do you have the stake?” Regulus asked, his tone brisk, as if he hadn’t just disappeared without a word.

 

James’s heart leapt at the sight of him. He scrambled to his feet, reaching into his bag. “Yeah, I’ve got it right here.” He pulled out the stake, holding it out for Regulus to see.

 

Regulus nodded, pulling out a ring. “You need to destroy this. But don’t touch the ring directly. It could be cursed.”

 

James took a deep breath, steadying himself. He gripped the stake tightly and drove it into the ring. The moment the silver met metal, a shudder ran through the room. Shadows erupted from the ring, swirling around them like a storm. James staggered back, shielding his eyes from the sudden blast of darkness.

 

“Done,” Regulus said tersely. The shadows dissipated, leaving the room feeling strangely hollow. “One Horcrux down. Who knows how many more to go.”

 

James lowered the stake, his heart still racing. “Where do we go next?”

 

Regulus glanced out the window, his expression unreadable. “There’s likely more in this town. It’s where he grew up. This was his father’s house, but Tom grew up in an orphanage. He might have hidden one there.”

 

“His name is Tom? How commom,” James remarked.

 

Regulus turned to him, a hint of a smirk on his lips. “Right, James.”

 

James raised an eyebrow. “James? Did you just call me by my first name? I’ve got to mark this day in my calendar.”

 

Regulus rolled his eyes. “I said your name to point out how ordinary it is, too, Potter.”

 

James chuckled, unable to resist the urge to tease. “No, don’t do that. I liked you calling me James.”

 

“Great. Then I’m not going to do that ever again.”

 

James gave him a mock pout. “Oh, come on. You wound me.”

 

Regulus sighed, but there was a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “You sound desperate.”

 

Oh, and how desperate he was. Desperate to get every ounce of attention from Regulus he could get.

 

He shook off the moment of vulnerability and focused on the task at hand. “So, do you know where the orphanage is?”

 

“Yes,” Regulus replied. “It’s on the other side of town. I was there yesterday, but I didn’t find anything.”

 

“Let’s meet there then,” James suggested, slipping on his helmet. Regulus nodded in agreement.

If you want to continue reading, here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58061965/chapters/147820018

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Marauders meets My Chemical Romance: The second book of the series “May Death Never Stop You”: “Danger Days” by me, starcrossedlovrs (AO3).

Rating: Mature. Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

After the devastating loss of his closest friends and his fiancée, James Potter finds himself in a perilous situation, forced into an uneasy alliance with the enigmatic Regulus Black. As they embark on a desperate mission against Voldemort, James must navigate a world of darkness and deception, grappling with his own grief and forbidden desires. In this sequel to I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love, loyalties are tested, and love becomes both a weapon and a refuge. Will their fragile bond survive the shadows that threaten to consume them, or will their pasts destroy any hope of a future together?

An excerpt of the eleventh chapter “Right Here, Right Now”:

James woke up to the sensation of something jabbing him repeatedly in the side. The dull, persistent poking cut through the remnants of his sleep, forcing his eyes open. He groaned, finding Regulus standing over him with a thin stick, using it to prod him awake.

 

“About time you woke up. You’ve got drool all over your face,” Regulus said dryly.

 

James flushed, quickly wiping his mouth with his sleeve. He pushed himself up on his elbows. His muscles were stiff and sore from the rough ground beneath him, a stark reminder of the grim realities of their situation.

 

“I need to go hunting. I’m starving,” Regulus announced abruptly, tossing the stick aside with a casual flick of his wrist.

 

The statement snapped James out of his haze. He sat up fully, a frown creasing his forehead. “No, you can’t do that,” he said firmly, his voice still thick with sleep but edged with concern.

 

Regulus rolled his eyes, an exasperated sigh escaping him. “I can and I have to, unless you want me to die of starvation. Then good luck fighting Voldemort all on your own.”

 

James opened his mouth to argue, but he struggled to find the right words. He hated the idea of Regulus feeding on animals. It felt like a slippery slope, a step too far into the dark that they might never come back from. The image of Regulus hunting was jarring, unsettling, like something out of a nightmare. He remembered the stories about vampires that he’d heard as a child, the fear they inspired, and now here he was, trying to reason with one.

 

“But…” James began, his voice faltering as he searched for an argument that would sway Regulus.

 

Regulus cut him off with a sharp wave of his hand. “I have no choice, Potter. I don’t know how you managed to feed Remus, but I need blood.”

 

“We used old blood bags from the hospital,” James muttered, his gaze dropping to the ground. He felt a twist of guilt in his stomach. This wasn’t the first time they’d faced this issue, but it felt different now, more desperate.

 

“Great. But as you might have noticed, there’s no hospital here. Just me, who’s hungry, and the prey I need to hunt. I’ve already limited myself to one animal per night.”

 

James sighed, his frustration mounting. “But killing animals isn’t a long-term solution. We need to find something better.”

 

Regulus shrugged. “Then work out a plan. If it’s not completely idiotic, I’ll think about it. But remember, we need to stay strong for what’s coming.” He turned to leave the shelter but paused at the entrance, looking back at James. “Aren’t you coming?” he called over his shoulder.

 

James hesitated, the weight of their situation settling heavily on his shoulders. He didn’t want to follow Regulus on a hunting trip. The thought of watching him feed made his stomach churn. “I’m not going to accompany you on your killing mission,” he muttered, trying to sound firmer than he felt.

 

Regulus didn’t turn back. “Good. I don’t want you there. You’d be more of a nuisance than anything. But you should find something to eat for yourself. You’re not exactly in top form. What have you been eating the past few days?”

 

James frowned, the hunger gnawing at his stomach suddenly feeling sharper. “Berries, sorrel… Whatever I could find,” he replied, his tone defensive.

 

Regulus raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Well, that’s not going to cut it if you want to face Voldemort. There’s a village down this hill. Find it and get some proper food. There’s a store there—you can break in easily.”

 

James balked at the idea. “I’m not going to do that,” he said, the thought of stealing knotting his stomach with guilt. It was one thing to fend for themselves in the wilderness, but breaking into a store felt like crossing a line he wasn’t ready to cross.

 

“Then starve, I guess,” Regulus replied with a dismissive shrug. “I’ll be back in about an hour.” Without another word, he disappeared into the forest, leaving James alone.

 

James watched him go, feeling a mix of frustration and resignation. Why was he so stubborn about everything? Why did he always have to push back? He knew Regulus was right—he needed to eat, and he needed more than just wild plants to keep his strength up. The reality of their situation was sinking in, the grim truth that survival sometimes meant making hard choices, choices he wasn’t comfortable with.

If you want to continue reading, here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58061965/chapters/147820018

You may have noticed I don’t have a picture at the beginning of my post anymore. As I mentioned in a previous post, I’m looking for someone interested in drawing a picture of Jegulus for my story. If you’re interested in contributing your artwork, please let me know! If not, I can give it a try in a week, but right now I don’t have the time.

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Looking for Artists to Create a Header Image for My Fanfiction “Danger Days”!

Hi everyone!

I’m working on a fanfiction titled “Danger Days,” inspired by My Chemical Romance’s album Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys, with a twist involving Marauders characters. To enhance the presentation of my chapters, I’m seeking an illustration to use as a header image.

What I’m Looking For:

- An image featuring James Potter and Regulus Black.

- Artwork that captures their essence and aligns with the theme of Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys.

The chosen artwork will be used as a header image above chapter excerpts, and full credit will be given to the artist, including a link back to their page.

Due to time constraints, I’m unable to create a new image myself, so I’m eager to collaborate with a talented artist in the community! This request is also a result of a thoughtful suggestion to support artists by using non-AI images. I’m excited to see your work!

If you’re interested in creating a piece for my fanfiction, please reach out to me. Thank you for considering this, and I look forward to seeing your amazing artwork!

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Marauders meets My Chemical Romance: The second book of the series “May Death Never Stop You”: “Danger Days” by me, starcrossedlovrs (AO3).

Rating: Mature. Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

After the devastating loss of his closest friends and his fiancée, James Potter finds himself in a perilous situation, forced into an uneasy alliance with the enigmatic Regulus Black. As they embark on a desperate mission against Voldemort, James must navigate a world of darkness and deception, grappling with his own grief and forbidden desires. In this sequel to I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love, loyalties are tested, and love becomes both a weapon and a refuge. Will their fragile bond survive the shadows that threaten to consume them, or will their pasts destroy any hope of a future together?

An excerpt of the ninth chapter “Shut Up And Run With Me”:

James sprinted through the dense woods, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His lungs burned with each inhale, but he couldn’t afford to slow down. The sharp scent of pine mixed with the earthy smell of damp leaves filled his nostrils as he pushed through the underbrush, branches slapping against his face and arms. The panic that had seized him when Gideon warned him about the Order’s arrival was beginning to fade, replaced by a grim determination. He needed shelter—somewhere to hide and regroup.

 

He ran until his legs gave out, collapsing onto the forest floor. The silence of the woods enveloped him, broken only by the distant calls of birds and the rustle of leaves in the wind. The ground was cold and slightly damp beneath him, the smell of earth filling his senses. He lay there for a moment, catching his breath, feeling the rapid thud of his heartbeat gradually slow. His muscles ached from the strain, and his mind buzzed with a hundred worries. But he forced himself to his feet. He couldn’t stay exposed out here; he needed a more secure hiding place.

 

As he stumbled deeper into the forest, the sound of a nearby stream trickled through the trees, its soft babble a rare comfort. The canopy above thickened, casting dark shadows across the forest floor. Then, he spotted it—an old, abandoned hut nestled among the trees. It was small and dilapidated, its wooden walls covered in moss and rot, but it was better than nothing.

 

James approached it cautiously, pushing open the creaky door. The smell of mildew hit him immediately, and the inside was dark, filled with shadows and cobwebs that stretched across the corners like ancient, forgotten drapes. Dust motes danced in the slivers of sunlight that pierced through the cracks in the walls. It wasn’t much, but it was dry, and it offered some protection from the elements.

 

He set to work, sweeping away the dust and cobwebs with an old broom he found leaning in a corner. He shook out some moldy blankets and laid them on the floor to create a makeshift bed. As he worked, his mind wandered back to the farm, to the safety he’d felt there. His fingers brushed against the coarse fabric of the blanket, and a pang of regret washed over him. He thought of the photos he’d left behind—the faces of friends and family who had been his anchor, his reason to keep fighting. Now, they were just another casualty of his hurried escape.

 

Exhausted, James lay down on the blankets and closed his eyes, hoping for a few hours of sleep. The sounds of the forest—chirping crickets, the rustling leaves—lulled him into a restless slumber.

 

He woke up with a start, the morning sun streaming through the cracks in the walls, casting thin beams of light across the hut. His body ached from the hard floor, and the musty smell of the hut filled his nose. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His stomach growled, a sharp reminder that he needed to find food and water if he was going to survive out here.

 

He spent the day foraging in the forest, searching for berries and edible plants. The knowledge Lucretia had shared with him came back in bits and pieces, guiding his choices as he picked through the undergrowth. The berries were tart and barely filled him, but the act of searching kept his mind occupied, giving him something to focus on besides his gnawing hunger and the constant undercurrent of fear.

 

Between scavenging trips, he tried to repair the hut, patching the holes in the walls and roof with branches and leaves. The scent of fresh pine filled the small space, mingling with the musty odor of decay. Despite his efforts, the feeling of restlessness gnawed at him. Each patch he made, every hole he covered, felt temporary, like he was delaying the inevitable.

 

Alone in the woods, with nothing but his thoughts for company, the memories of those he’d lost came flooding back. He remembered the laughter and warmth of his friends, the sense of purpose that had driven them. But now, all he had was the quiet of the forest and his own heavy thoughts.

 

At night, he lay on his makeshift bed, staring up at the ceiling of the hut, his mind drifting back to Regulus and their last encounter. “I’m going to murder Voldemort,” Regulus had said, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. James had dismissed it then as a reckless boast, but now, in the solitude of the forest, he couldn’t shake the thought. What if Regulus had been serious? What if he really had a plan?

 

He sat up, the thin blanket falling away from his shoulders. His breath was visible in the cool night air. Regulus had been close to Voldemort, closer than most. If there was even a slim chance that he knew something—anything—that could help bring Voldemort down, wasn’t it worth taking the risk? The idea of doing nothing, of hiding away in the woods while Voldemort continued his reign of terror, was unbearable.

 

The next morning, James packed up his meager supplies. His body was stiff and sore, his stomach a constant reminder of his limited food supply. But he had made up his mind. He had to find Regulus. It was a long shot, but he couldn’t sit idly by any longer. He couldn’t let fear dictate his actions. He needed to do something, anything, to feel like he was fighting back.

 

As he moved through the forest, days blurred into nights. His search for Regulus became a fixation, a way to keep his mind off the hunger and the cold. He wandered the woods and fields, often doubling back on himself, guided by a mixture of intuition and desperation. Each night, he slept fitfully, his dreams filled with faces from his past—friends he’d lost, battles he’d fought, the farm he’d fled.

If you want to continue reading, here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58061965/chapters/147820018

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Marauders meets My Chemical Romance: The second book of the series “May Death Never Stop You”: “Danger Days” by me, starcrossedlovrs (AO3).

Rating: Mature. Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

After the devastating loss of his closest friends and his fiancée, James Potter finds himself in a perilous situation, forced into an uneasy alliance with the enigmatic Regulus Black. As they embark on a desperate mission against Voldemort, James must navigate a world of darkness and deception, grappling with his own grief and forbidden desires. In this sequel to I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love, loyalties are tested, and love becomes both a weapon and a refuge. Will their fragile bond survive the shadows that threaten to consume them, or will their pasts destroy any hope of a future together?

An excerpt of the eight chapter “Leave It All Behind”:

“Let me out, you wanker,” Regulus hissed, his eyes blazing with anger.

James crossed his arms, his face set in a hard scowl. “You’ve killed our animals. Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you.” He played with his stake, the threat clear in his eyes.

Regulus struggled against the heavy net, his movements desperate but futile. “I did what I had to do to survive.”

“That’s not a good enough reason.” James’s grip tightened on the stake, his knuckles white.

“I’ve killed them,” Regulus said, his voice low but filled with a grim satisfaction.

“Who?” James asked, his confusion apparent. Regulus couldn’t be talking about Sirius and Remus; his tone was too detached.

“The vampires who killed your friends. I’ve murdered them all.”

James’s eyes widened in shock. “You were there?” His voice was incredulous, unable to fathom the implications.

“Yes. I knew about the plan because I worked on Voldemort’s side for a long time. I proposed that I should be among the vampires for the trap.”

“But why? Why were you there? Why did you let them be killed? Why…this doesn’t make any sense,” James demanded, his voice rising with frustration.

“I…” Regulus’ voice trembled, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face. James stared at him, mouth agape, waiting for the explanation.

“I wanted to protect him. Sirius. I thought I could protect him. But the other vampires were too strong. I couldn’t…” Regulus’ voice broke, but he quickly coughed, regaining his composure.

James’s confusion deepened, his mind racing to understand. “You expect me to believe that? You’ve been on Voldemort’s side for years. Why the sudden change of heart?”

Regulus squinted his eyes, the intensity of his gaze not wavering. “Believe what you want. But we’re in a similar situation, John.”

“Don’t call me that,” James snapped, his anger flaring. “And what do you want?”

“I’m going to murder Voldemort,” Regulus said, his voice resolute. James was taken aback, Regulus continuing to surprise him.

“Have fun on your suicide mission,” James retorted, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“But if you come near this village one more time, I’m going to drive this fucking stake through your heart. If you even have one,” James added, his voice filled with venom.

Regulus looked momentarily hurt, but quickly masked it with a sneer. “Seems like we’re both driven by desperation.”

“Desperation?” James laughed bitterly. “You don’t know the first thing about it.”

Regulus’ face hardened. “I know more than you think. I’ve lived with the constant threat of betrayal, of death. I’ve seen the darkness up close.”

“Spare me your sob story,” James said, his voice cold. “You chose your path.”

He saw something in Regulus face he couldn’t interpret, then he said “I won’t come here again.”

“You better not,” James said, starting to free him from the net. “But know this: if you come near this village ever again, I will hunt you down myself.”

Regulus stood up, rubbing his wrists where the net had cut into his skin. He looked back at James, a mixture of anger and something else—regret?—in his eyes. Then he turned and disappeared into the night.

James groaned, running a hand through his hair. Regulus was an enigma, a complication he didn’t need. He couldn’t decide whether to feel pity or anger. He’d hated Regulus almost his whole life, but now…now there was doubt.

If you want to continue reading, here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58061965/chapters/147820018

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Marauders meets My Chemical Romance: The second book of the series “May Death Never Stop You”: “Danger Days” by me, starcrossedlovrs (AO3).

Rating: Mature. Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

After the devastating loss of his closest friends and his fiancée, James Potter finds himself in a perilous situation, forced into an uneasy alliance with the enigmatic Regulus Black. As they embark on a desperate mission against Voldemort, James must navigate a world of darkness and deception, grappling with his own grief and forbidden desires. In this sequel to I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love, loyalties are tested, and love becomes both a weapon and a refuge. Will their fragile bond survive the shadows that threaten to consume them, or will their pasts destroy any hope of a future together?

An excerpt of the third chapter “In The Dark”:

James moved through the cemetery with deliberate care, each step meticulously placed to avoid the crunch of leaves or the snap of a twig. His senses were on high alert as he approached the figure standing near Sirius’s grave.

Even in the dim light, there was no mistaking who it was—Regulus Black. James’s grip tightened on the shovel he’d found, memories of old animosities bubbling up to the surface. Regulus had always been a slippery bastard, snarky and cold.

In a sudden burst, James lunged forward, pressing the shovel’s shaft against Regulus’s throat and pinning him against a nearby tree. For a moment, Regulus looked genuinely surprised. Then, his lips curled into a sarcastic smirk.

“Potter,” Regulus drawled. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to sneak up on people in graveyards?”

“Shut up,” James hissed. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Regulus didn’t flinch, his dark eyes locked on James’s with lazy amusement. “Paying my respects. Not that it’s any of your business, Potter.”

James glared at him, the anger boiling just beneath the surface. “You expect me to believe that? After everything you did to him?”

Regulus’s expression darkened. “You don’t know anything about what I did, or why I did it. But go ahead, play the self-righteous Gryffindor. It’s what you’re best at.”

James felt a surge of frustration, but something in Regulus’s eyes made him pause—something unsettling.

“If you’re really here to pay your respects, do it. But if you try anything…”

Regulus cut in, his tone dismissive. “I’m not interested in a fight, Potter. I’ve had enough of those to last a lifetime.”

If you want to continue reading, here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58061965/chapters/147820018

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Marauders meets My Chemical Romance: The second book of the series “May Death Never Stop You”: “Danger Days” by me, starcrossedlovrs (AO3).

Rating: Mature. Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

After the devastating loss of his closest friends and his fiancée, James Potter finds himself in a perilous situation, forced into an uneasy alliance with the enigmatic Regulus Black. As they embark on a desperate mission against Voldemort, James must navigate a world of darkness and deception, grappling with his own grief and forbidden desires. In this sequel to I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love, loyalties are tested, and love becomes both a weapon and a refuge. Will their fragile bond survive the shadows that threaten to consume them, or will their pasts destroy any hope of a future together?

An excerpt of the second chapter “The Black And Hopeless Feeling”:

Later that evening, after finishing the day’s chores, James found himself back on Sirius’s motorbike, the powerful engine roaring to life beneath him. The countryside was bathed in the golden hues of sunset, the sky a brilliant tapestry of pinks, oranges, and purples. The wind whipped through his hair as he sped down the winding roads, the scent of wildflowers and fresh earth filling his lungs.

 

For a brief moment, as the bike ate up the miles, he felt a strange sense of freedom. He understood now why Sirius had loved this bike so much. It was more than just a means of transport—it was an escape, a way to outrun the pain, if only for a little while.

 

As the sun dipped below the horizon and the first stars began to twinkle in the sky, James reached the graveyard. It was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that only comes with the dead of night. He parked the bike just outside the cemetery gates, the metal creaking as he pushed them open.

 

The air was cooler here, tinged with the scent of damp earth and old stone. His breath fogged in front of him as he walked among the gravestones, the beam of his torch cutting through the darkness. He felt a pang of guilt as he realized he wasn’t entirely sure where Sirius’s grave was. But he knew where Lily was buried, and he started there.

 

He made his way to Lily’s grave first, feeling a tightness in his chest as he approached. Her grave was well-tended, the earth neatly turned, and Christmas Roses planted around the base. Someone had been here, caring for it, keeping it beautiful. James knelt beside it, brushing his fingers over the petals of the flowers, his heart aching with a bittersweet sense of gratitude.

 

“Thank you,” he whispered to the night, knowing that his friends must have been the ones to look after her resting place. At least she wasn’t alone, abandoned. It was a small comfort, but in these dark times, it was all he could cling to.

 

He stayed there for a moment longer, his mind flooded with memories of Lily—her laughter, the way she would roll her eyes when he made a joke, the fierce determination in her eyes whenever she was defending someone. He missed her so much, it was like a physical pain, a constant ache that never dulled.

 

After a while, he forced himself to stand and continued his search. It didn’t take long to find Sirius’s grave. It was new, the earth still raw and disturbed. The floral arrangements were fresh, and a simple wooden cross marked the spot. His heart sank as he read the name: Sirius Orion Black.

 

Sirius would have hated his father’s name being on the grave, but his friends didn’t know better. It should have been him to think of the details. He swallowed hard, the weight of everything he hadn’t said threatening to crush him. “I’m sorry,” he whispered into the still night, his voice cracking. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, that I couldn’t save you. I should have known better. I should have been with you, by your side. And now you’re gone.”

 

His vision blurred with unshed tears, and he wiped them away furiously. The grief was overwhelming, a storm raging inside him, but it was tinged with something more—regret, anger, and a deep, unrelenting guilt.

 

And then, as he stood there, he thought he saw something—movement in the shadows between the trees. His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned his torch toward it. The beam caught the silhouette of a figure, tall and lean, with dark hair that fell around his face in familiar waves.

 

“Sirius?” James breathed, his heart hammering in his chest. But as he took a step closer, the figure seemed to fade into the darkness, leaving nothing but the rustle of leaves in the night breeze.

 

For a moment, James stood frozen, his mind racing. Could it have been a trick of the light? A hallucination brought on by exhaustion and grief? But deep down, he knew the answer. There was only one person it could have been. Only one explanation: Regulus Black.

If you want to continue reading, here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58061965/chapters/147820018

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Marauders meets My Chemical Romance: The second book of the series “May Death Never Stop You”: “Danger Days” by me, starcrossedlovrs (AO3).

Rating: Mature. Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

After the devastating loss of his closest friends and his fiancée, James Potter finds himself in a perilous situation, forced into an uneasy alliance with the enigmatic Regulus Black. As they embark on a desperate mission against Voldemort, James must navigate a world of darkness and deception, grappling with his own grief and forbidden desires. In this sequel to I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love, loyalties are tested, and love becomes both a weapon and a refuge. Will their fragile bond survive the shadows that threaten to consume them, or will their pasts destroy any hope of a future together?

An excerpt of the first chapter “The Sad Man”:

Someone knocked on the door. He recognised his mother’s specific rhythm.

 

“It’s open” he said looking up from doing nothing.

 

“James, dear. I brought you some food. I made samosas.” He looked into his mother’s warm eyes.

 

“Thank you” was all he could respond.

 

“I’ll put it in the refrigerator” she said and went to the kitchen.

 

“Have you been outside today?”

 

He shook his head.

 

“Why don’t we go for a walk. The sun’s shining.”

 

James didn’t feel like it, but it was his mum and she tried. So he got up and pulled on a warm jacket.

 

The air was cold. It burned in his lungs, which felt good. Indeed the sun shone down on them. James had always liked the sun but now it was too much, too warm.

 

“James, why don’t you write your trainer? They would be happy to have you back on the team.”

 

Football. In the past his whole life had circled around football or the part that didn’t circle around Lily. Lily, it was a cut that hadn’t healed. He didn’t know if it would ever.

 

“They’ve already replaced me.” He replied.

 

“But what if you could be a trainer? Training the juniors? You’re so good at teaching?”

 

“Don’t know if I’m the right person for it.”

 

“But I think a routine would do you well.”

 

James shrugged.

 

“You know you can always talk to me, Kanna”

 

They walked past an abandoned playground. James thought of the times he was younger, blithely.

 

“James?” His mother brought him out of straying thoughts.

 

He looked at her.

 

“You didn’t deserve this. But you have to live. You’re alive James. And there are still people that love you, that care for you. We love you. I love you, James.” His mother came to a halt and pulled him into a hug. He breathed in the familiar scent of his mum and began to cry.

 

“Shhh” his mother caressed his hair.

 

“I miss them. I miss them so much it hurts”

 

“Shhh,” his mother caressed his hair. “I know, sweetheart. I know. They loved you, and they wouldn’t want you to lose yourself in this pain.”

 

James clung to his mother, the sobs wracking his body, releasing some of the grief he had bottled up. After a few moments, he pulled back, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

 

“Thanks, Mum,” he said, his voice still thick with emotion.

 

“Anytime, James. Anytime.” She gave him a gentle smile. “Let’s get you home.”

 

As they walked back, the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows on the ground. James felt a strange sense of clarity washing over him, a tiny spark of determination kindling in his heart.

 

Back at his flat, he sat down with the samosas his mother had brought, eating slowly, savoring the familiar taste. It reminded him of simpler times, of family dinners filled with laughter and stories.

If you want to continue reading, here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58061965/chapters/147820018

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Marauders meets My Chemical Romance: The fan fiction: “I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love” by me, starcrossedlovrs (AO3). Rating: Mature. Warnings: Graphic Depiction of Violence and Major Character Death

In a world where darkness lurks beneath the surface, Sirius Black grapples with guilt and addiction while haunted by his brother’s transformation into a vampire. Alongside his friends, they confront supernatural threats and their own inner demons. As they delve deeper into the shadows, their bond is tested by a dangerous pact. Can love and loyalty prevail against the darkness threatening to consume them?

An excerpt of the final chapter “Demolition Lovers”:

The night was moonless, casting a heavy blanket of darkness over the forest as the friends moved silently towards their target. Each step was calculated, every sound carefully suppressed. The tension among them was almost tangible, a shared understanding of the gravity of their mission. They were all together except for Mary, who waited in a car at a safe distance. João led the way, his eyes sharp as they approached the abandoned fortress, its silhouette a menacing shadow against the night sky.

Sirius, Remus, and Peter formed the vanguard. Behind them, João, Marlene, and Pandora moved with practiced stealth, their eyes scanning for any signs of movement. James brought up the rear, ensuring their formation remained tight and ready to respond to any threat.

As they reached the designated weak spot on the eastern wall, Peter motioned for them to stop. “This is it,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. He pointed to a section of the wall that looked slightly different, the stones less weathered, hinting at recent repairs.

João nodded, signaling Marlene and Pandora to prepare their equipment. Within moments, Marlene had rigged a small explosive charge to create a breach without drawing too much attention. The low, controlled detonation was barely a whisper against the night, and the stones crumbled just enough to allow them passage.

One by one, they slipped through the opening, entering the fortress with the fluid grace of predators. The interior was dimly lit, the flickering torches casting long shadows that danced eerily on the stone walls. The air was thick with the smell of damp and decay, a testament to the fortress’s long-abandoned state. Cobwebs clung to the corners, and the sound of dripping water echoed through the halls.

João quickly divided them into their assigned teams. “Remember the plan,” he whispered. “Team A, find Voldemort. Team B, cover their escape.”

Sirius, Remus, and Peter moved deeper into the fortress, their footsteps almost silent on the cold stone floor. The corridors twisted and turned, a labyrinthine network designed to confuse intruders. But Peter’s directions were clear and precise, guiding them with an uncanny certainty.

As they rounded a corner, Sirius held up a hand, signaling for them to stop. Ahead, a heavy wooden door loomed, its surface scarred and weathered. “Can you hear someone?” he asked, glancing at the two vampires. Remus approached the door and nodded.

“Draw your swords,” Sirius said. “Ready?” He looked at them, and the others nodded.

“Go!”

If you want to continue reading, here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56978692/chapters/144893479

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Marauders meets My Chemical Romance: The fan fiction: “I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love” by me, starcrossedlovrs (AO3). Rating: Mature. Warnings: Graphic Depiction of Violence and Major Character Death

In a world where darkness lurks beneath the surface, Sirius Black grapples with guilt and addiction while haunted by his brother’s transformation into a vampire. Alongside his friends, they confront supernatural threats and their own inner demons. As they delve deeper into the shadows, their bond is tested by a dangerous pact. Can love and loyalty prevail against the darkness threatening to consume them?

Chapter twenty-two “Take My Hand” (the penultimate chapter):

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the city streets as Sirius Black and Remus Lupin stood outside their flat. Their meeting had just concluded, the weight of their plan to bring down Voldemort still heavy in the air. Tonight, however, was meant to be an escape—a brief respite from the looming danger.

Sirius swung a leg over his beloved motorbike, its chrome glinting in the moonlight. He glanced back at Remus, whose eyes, now deeper and more intense since his transformation, reflected the moon’s light.

“Ready to go, Moony?” Sirius asked, his voice a mix of excitement and concern.

Remus nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “Always ready for an adventure with you, Padfoot.”

Grinning, Sirius revved the engine, its roar a comforting reminder of their countless journeys together. As Remus climbed on behind him, he felt the familiar warmth of Remus’s arms wrapping around his waist, and the reassuring weight of Remus resting his head against the back of his leather jacket.

They sped through the empty streets, city lights giving way to the dark, open road. The biting winter air was invigorating, each breath a sharp reminder of their mortality and the preciousness of these stolen moments. Sirius expertly navigated the winding roads, the motorbike devouring the miles as they left the city behind.

“Where are we headed?” Remus called out over the wind.

Sirius turned his head slightly, his voice carrying a note of mischief. “It’s a surprise! You’ll see.”

He felt Remus’s laughter vibrate against his back, a sound that always warmed his heart.

They rode in comfortable silence, the rhythmic thrum of the engine and the rush of the wind their only companions. The landscape transformed from urban sprawl to rolling countryside, fields blanketed in snow and trees adorned with frost.

After an hour, Sirius guided the bike off the main road onto a narrow, snow-covered path. The motorbike’s headlight pierced the darkness, illuminating their way forward. They soon arrived at a secluded clearing by a frozen lake, the moonlight reflecting off the ice like a mirror.

Sirius killed the engine, the sudden silence almost disorienting. He helped Remus dismount, their breath visible in the frigid air. The clearing was peaceful, untouched by the turmoil of the outside world.

“Thought you might like this spot,” Sirius said, his voice soft and warm.

Remus looked around, taking in the serene beauty. “It’s perfect, Sirius. Thank you.”

They spread a thick blanket on the ground near the lake’s edge and sat down. As they nestled together, Sirius could feel Remus’s body heat seeping through their layers of clothing, a comforting contrast to the cold. They talked about everything and nothing—their childhoods, hopes, and fears. They reminisced about their days at Hogwarts, the pranks they pulled, and the deep bond that had grown between them over the years.

“I’m glad we have this time,” Remus said, his voice tinged with melancholy. “With everything happening, it’s good to remember what we’re fighting for.”

Sirius reached out, taking Remus’s hand. The touch was grounding, a reminder of why he kept fighting. “We’ll get through this, Moony. We always do. And when we do, we’ll have more nights like this.”

Remus squeezed his hand, drawing strength from Sirius’s unwavering confidence. “I know we will. And until then, I’ll cherish every moment we have.”

If you want to continue reading, here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56978692/chapters/144893479

Join me for the finale this Thursday as we conclude the first book with the final chapter, “Demolition Lovers”.

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Marauders meets My Chemical Romance: The fan fiction: “I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love” by me, starcrossedlovrs (AO3). Rating: Mature. Warnings: Graphic Depiction of Violence and Major Character Death

In a world where darkness lurks beneath the surface, Sirius Black grapples with guilt and addiction while haunted by his brother’s transformation into a vampire. Alongside his friends, they confront supernatural threats and their own inner demons. As they delve deeper into the shadows, their bond is tested by a dangerous pact. Can love and loyalty prevail against the darkness threatening to consume them?

Chapter twenty-one “One Chance To Put This At An End”:

After their intense planning session, the group needed a way to unwind and lighten the mood. Sirius could feel the tension still hanging heavily in the air, and he wasn’t the only one. Marlene and Dorcas exchanged glances and seemed to come to a silent agreement.

 

“How about a game to break the tension?” Marlene suggested, her voice brightening the room a bit. “Let’s play a round of Werewolf.”

 

Sirius raised an eyebrow, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Werewolf? Excellent choice. We could all use a bit of fun.”

 

Dorcas nodded, their eyes sparkling with excitement. “Yeah, we need to relax. Plus, it’s always interesting to see who’s the best liar.”

 

James laughed, shaking his head. “I’m in. Let’s see who can deceive whom.”

 

João, who had been listening, stood up and started dealing out the cards for roles. “Everyone knows the rules, right? Keep your role secret.”

 

Sirius took his card and glanced at it: Villager. He kept his face neutral, not giving anything away. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment. Villager was the least exciting role. The familiar rustle of cards and the shared anticipation of the upcoming game brought a sense of camaraderie back into the room.

 

“Alright,” João said. “Everyone, close your eyes.”

 

Sirius closed his eyes, the room falling into silence. João’s voice guided them through the night phase.

 

“Werewolves, open your eyes and choose your first victim.”

 

Sirius kept his eyes shut, listening carefully for any sounds. He could hear the faint rustling as the werewolves made their choice. Then João continued.

 

“Werewolves, close your eyes. Seer, open your eyes and choose someone to learn their identity.”

 

More rustling as the Seer made their choice. Sirius kept his breathing steady.

 

“Seer, close your eyes. Everyone, open your eyes. Last night, the werewolves attacked, and their victim is… James.”

 

James let out a dramatic groan and slumped over the table, making everyone laugh. Sirius felt some of the tension ease out of his shoulders.

 

“Now, it’s time to discuss,” João said, looking around. “Who do you think the werewolves are?”

 

Pandora leaned forward, their eyes narrowing playfully. “I think Marlene looks a bit too innocent.”

 

Marlene raised her hands in mock innocence. “Me? I’m just a humble villager!”

 

Peter chimed in with a grin, “It’s always the ones who seem the least likely. I think it is Remus!”

 

Sirius watched the interactions, looking for any signs of deception. He knew this game well and enjoyed the chance to observe his friends in a different light.

 

“Maybe it’s Dorcas,” Sirius said, raising an eyebrow at them. “They suggested the game after all.”

 

Dorcas gasped in mock outrage. “How dare you! I’m as innocent as they come.”

 

The accusations flew back and forth, each person trying to defend themselves while casting doubt on others. The room filled with laughter and playful banter, a stark contrast to the grim strategy session they had just finished.

 

As the game went on, Sirius found himself relaxing more and more. The camaraderie and shared fun were exactly what they needed to reset and refocus. He made mental notes of who seemed the most convincing and who might crack under pressure, skills that would be useful when their real mission began.

 

After a particularly heated round of accusations and defenses, João called for a vote. “Alright, who thinks Peter is a werewolf?”

 

Hands went up, and Peter groaned as he was voted out. “Fine, you got me,” he admitted with a laugh. “I was a werewolf.”

 

The group erupted in cheers and laughter, and Sirius couldn’t help but feel grateful for these moments of levity amidst their heavy responsibilities. They continued playing, the mood in the room much lighter, and for a little while, they could just be friends enjoying a game together.

 

“One more round?” Marlene asked, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

 

“Absolutely,” Sirius agreed, eager for another chance. He hoped for a more exciting role this time.

 

João reshuffled the deck and dealt out the cards again. Sirius picked his up and couldn’t help but groan inwardly: Villager again. He tried to keep his face neutral, but he couldn’t help the slight frown that formed. He had hoped for something more thrilling.

 

Dorcas grinned. “Okay, everyone, remember, keep your roles secret.”

 

As they settled in, João announced, “This time, we’re adding Cupid and the Hunter to the mix. Cupid, your job is to choose two people to fall in love. If one dies, the other dies of heartbreak. The Hunter can take someone down with them if they die.”

 

Sirius glanced around the table, his eyes meeting Remus’s. There was a moment of shared amusement between them, the familiar connection making him feel more at ease.

 

“Everyone, close your eyes,” João instructed. “Cupid, open your eyes and choose two people to fall in love.”

 

Sirius kept his eyes shut, feeling the anticipation build. He heard the faint rustle as Cupid made their choice. Then João moved around the circle and tapped Sirius and Remus gently on the shoulder, signaling them to open their eyes and see each other. Sirius opened his eyes and met Remus’s gaze in the dim light. There was a moment of silent acknowledgment, a deeper connection that made Sirius feel both exposed and oddly comforted.

 

“Cupid, close your eyes. Werewolves, open your eyes and choose your first victim.”

 

More rustling as the werewolves made their choice. Sirius wondered who they’d target first this time.

 

“Werewolves, close your eyes. Seer, open your eyes and choose someone to learn their identity.”

 

The rustling continued as the Seer made their selection.

 

“Seer, close your eyes. Everyone, open your eyes.”

 

João looked around the table. “Now, let’s see who the werewolves chose to attack,” João continued. “Last night, the werewolves attacked, and their victim is… Pandora.”

 

Pandora dramatically clutched their chest and slumped over. “They got me,” they said with a mock groan.

 

The group laughed, the tension from the earlier planning session almost completely dissolved. But Sirius couldn’t shake the thought of what it meant to be linked to Remus in this game.

 

“Time to discuss,” João said. “Who do you think the werewolves are?”

 

Marlene leaned forward, eyes twinkling with mischief. “I think Dorcas is looking a bit too smug.”

 

Dorcas shook their head, grinning. “Not me! I’m just a villager, I swear.”

 

Sirius decided to play along, even if it meant drawing attention to himself. “Maybe it’s James. He’s been awfully quiet.”

 

João raised an eyebrow. “I’m just trying to keep the peace here!”

 

The accusations flew again, but this time there was a heightened sense of stakes for Sirius. If he was voted out, Remus would go with him, and vice versa.

 

“Alright, let’s vote,” João finally said. “Who thinks Sirius is a werewolf?”

 

To Sirius’s surprise, several hands shot up, including Marlene’s and James’s. He felt a sinking feeling in his stomach.

 

“Wait, wait,” he protested. “I’m not a werewolf, I swear!”

 

But the votes were in, and Sirius was out. He glanced at Remus, who looked resigned but gave him a supportive nod.

 

“Fine,” Sirius said with a dramatic sigh. “But I’m not a werewolf.”

 

Remus stood up with a rueful smile. “Guess it’s the end for us, then. Sirius and I were the lovers.”

 

They both ‘died’, and the game master revealed their roles. “Sirius was a Villager, and Remus was a Villager too.”

 

The group erupted in laughter and groans, the intensity of the game giving way to shared amusement. Despite their ‘deaths’, Sirius couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. The game had brought them closer, highlighting the bonds they shared and the trust they’d need for their real mission.

 

As the laughter died down and the game wrapped up, Sirius felt a renewed sense of camaraderie. They were ready to face whatever came next, united in their cause and strengthened by their shared moments of levity.

If you want to continue reading, here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56978692/chapters/144893479

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Marauders meets My Chemical Romance: The fan fiction: “I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love” by me, starcrossedlovrs (AO3). Rating: Mature. Warnings: Graphic Depiction of Violence and Major Character Death

In a world where darkness lurks beneath the surface, Sirius Black grapples with guilt and addiction while haunted by his brother’s transformation into a vampire. Alongside his friends, they confront supernatural threats and their own inner demons. As they delve deeper into the shadows, their bond is tested by a dangerous pact. Can love and loyalty prevail against the darkness threatening to consume them?

Chapter twenty “Riddle Of Revenge”:

“Hey Marls, you ready?” Sirius greeted her. They should search for a lonesome vampire who falls over innocent people.

 

“Of course. Let’s go” she closed the door behind her and they got in the car. They had to drive for an hour but Sirius was prepared. Prepared with Bowie, ABBA and Queen.

 

It was a fun drive. The both tried to drown out each others singing with each song getting louder and their version of Bohemian Rhapsody was almost Hollywood-style.

 

Sirius turned into a gravel road, driving slowly to their destination: a solitary parking lot on the edge of a forest.

 

"This looks inviting," Marlene stated.

 

It indeed looked like the beginning of a horror movie. They got out and listened for noise, but the only sound they could hear was the call of an owl and the swishing of the leaves.

 

As Sirius locked the car, they were in complete darkness. Slowly, his eyes got used to the surroundings.

 

"It's just like old times. Sneaking into the Forbidden Forest at night," Marlene joked.

 

"Yeah, let's go."

 

They searched the forest for half an hour. Marlene almost tripped over a branch, but Sirius held her up. He knew they weren't searching for the vampire but rather getting its attention.

 

Something came out of the dark with incredible speed. "Get down," he warned Marlene, and they let themselves fall to the ground.

 

The creature flew right past them.

 

They sprang right up, and Sirius raised his stake.

 

The vampire turned to attack them again.

 

The vampire lunged, fangs bared and eyes glowing with hunger. Sirius parried with his stake, the clash of wood against supernatural strength resonating through the forest. He sidestepped quickly, his stake thrusting forward as he aimed for the vampire's heart. The creature dodged, hissing in anger.

 

Marlene moved with practiced precision, her stake ready. She flanked the vampire, thrusting forward, but it was quick, too quick. It twisted away from her attack and lunged at her, but Sirius intercepted, delivering a swift kick that sent the vampire staggering back.

 

The vampire regrouped, eyes narrowing with rage. It charged again, but this time, Sirius was ready. He feinted to the left, then spun, his stake arcing down to pierce the vampire's heart.

 

The creature screamed, black blood spurting from the wound.

 

Marlene saw her opportunity. She lunged, driving her stake deep into the vampire's chest.

 

The creature's scream cut off abruptly, its body convulsing before it disintegrated into ash.

 

Sirius gave Marlene a high five. "We're a great team."

 

"An excellent one," she added. "Let's get out of here, it's creepy."

 

They walked together in silence. Sirius enjoyed the smell of the forest.

 

"You and Dorcas seem to be pretty close. Do you have something to say?"

 

Sirius could see her big smile in the moonlight that shone through the trees.

 

"Yes, we're together," she said. It was the confirmation he asked for.

 

"Immaculate taste," he stated.

 

"I?" Marlene asked.

 

"Dorcas."

If you want to continue reading, here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56978692/chapters/144893479

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Marauders meets My Chemical Romance: The fan fiction: “I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love” by me, starcrossedlovrs (AO3). Rating: Mature. Warnings: Graphic Depiction of Violence and Major Character Death

In a world where darkness lurks beneath the surface, Sirius Black grapples with guilt and addiction while haunted by his brother’s transformation into a vampire. Alongside his friends, they confront supernatural threats and their own inner demons. As they delve deeper into the shadows, their bond is tested by a dangerous pact. Can love and loyalty prevail against the darkness threatening to consume them?

Chapter nineteen “Can We Still Reclaim Our Innocence?”:

Remus had worked out a plan. The next night they would attack the vampires. With Peter on their side they had more than enough valuable information. His friends would lock all doors and close all exits but one at daytime so that the vampires wouldn’t notice the trap. Then they would come when the sun was down so that he and Peter were safe. He still hadn’t told Peter about the others, but Peter also hadn’t asked many questions.

 

“I have someone on my side—Wormtail. He will help us kill the others. Be here today to close the exits that I marked on this map. Be quiet! Then at dusk come through the main entrance. There are only eight vampires. It should be easy.” He sent the message to Sirius.

 

Sirius texted back almost immediately. “Wormy is with you? He’s a vampire? You sure he’s on your side? Remember, it’s not him but a vampire version.”

 

“Not completely , but he’s willing to kill the others to run away, so… I’ll keep an eye on him.”

 

“Promise me you keep safe.”

 

“Promise.”

 

One day and then he’d be back. Just one more day. He put his phone away and lay himself next to Peter, who was sleeping just like the others. Then he closed his eyes.

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Marauders meets My Chemical Romance: The fan fiction: “I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love” by me, starcrossedlovrs (AO3). Rating: Mature. Warnings: Graphic Depiction of Violence and Major Character Death

In a world where darkness lurks beneath the surface, Sirius Black grapples with guilt and addiction while haunted by his brother’s transformation into a vampire. Alongside his friends, they confront supernatural threats and their own inner demons. As they delve deeper into the shadows, their bond is tested by a dangerous pact. Can love and loyalty prevail against the darkness threatening to consume them?

Chapter eighteen “They Come In Pairs”:

The full moon cast a pale, eerie glow over the abandoned town, illuminating crumbling buildings and twisted streets. Remus Lupin moved through the shadows, his senses heightened by the silver chain around his neck. The chain was more than a mere accessory; it was a lifeline, holding back the vampire side of him and allowing his humanity to surface. This mission was off the books—the Order believed him dead. But Remus and his friends knew the truth, and tonight, he was infiltrating a vampire nest to gather vital information.

 

He found the entrance hidden within a derelict building. As he stepped inside, the air changed, becoming thick and oppressive. The scent of mold, decay, and old blood assaulted his senses. Remus moved cautiously, every sound and shadow potentially signaling danger. The nest was a grim place, with scattered blankets and discarded bottles—a stark reminder of the broken lives these vampires led.

 

“Who are you?” a voice hissed from the darkness, startling Remus.

 

“I’m Michael,” he replied, using the alias they had prepared. His real name was too risky, potentially recognizable to those who knew of his past.

 

“And what are you doing here?” The voice remained unseen, adding to the tension.

 

“I was bitten a few days ago and left to die. But I survived. I’ve been looking for a place where I belong,” he said, injecting his voice with a mix of anger and bitterness. He knew these emotions would resonate in such a place.

 

A tall vampire with long blonde hair and a black cape emerged from the shadows. He scrutinized Remus, cold fingers gripping his face, the touch sending a shiver down Remus’s spine.

 

“Why should I trust you?” The vampire’s breath was foul, making Remus want to recoil.

 

“Because I hate humans,” Remus spat, forcing the words out. “They would kill me without a second thought. I want them all dead.”

 

The vampire seemed satisfied, his grip loosening. “Well, well,��� he murmured, gesturing for Remus to follow. As they walked deeper into the building, the smell of decay became more pronounced. Remus stumbled over something—his foot caught on the protruding arm of a body. He steadied himself, forcing down a wave of nausea.

 

They entered a larger room where a few other vampires lounged, their eyes cold and calculating. Remus quickly assessed them—four in total, each a potential threat.

 

“This is Michael,” the blonde vampire announced. “He will join our nest.” The others murmured in acknowledgment. A gaunt vampire named Adriel approached, eyeing Remus critically.

 

“You hungry?” Adriel asked, a twisted smile on his lips. Remus nodded, though the thought of feeding revolted him. He knew he had to maintain his cover.

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Marauders meets My Chemical Romance: The fan fiction: “I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love” by me, starcrossedlovrs (AO3). Rating: Mature. Warnings: Graphic Depiction of Violence and Major Character Death

In a world where darkness lurks beneath the surface, Sirius Black grapples with guilt and addiction while haunted by his brother’s transformation into a vampire. Alongside his friends, they confront supernatural threats and their own inner demons. As they delve deeper into the shadows, their bond is tested by a dangerous pact. Can love and loyalty prevail against the darkness threatening to consume them?

Chapter seventeen “A Kiss Goodbye”:

The night before Remus was to go undercover, the flat was steeped in a heavy silence. Sirius watched as Remus, prepared for the mission, stood by the door. Every detail of their impending separation seemed to weigh heavily in the room.

 

Remus turned to Sirius, a mixture of determination and sadness in his eyes. “It’s time,” he said quietly.

 

Sirius swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure. He crossed the room and pulled Remus into a tight embrace, his heart aching. “I hate this,” he murmured, his voice trembling. “I hate that you have to go.”

 

Remus held Sirius tightly, sharing in his pain. “I know,” he whispered, resting his forehead against Sirius’s. “But this is the only way. We need this information, and I can get it.”

 

Sirius pulled back slightly, searching Remus’s face for reassurance. “Promise me you’ll be careful. If anything feels wrong, if there’s any danger, you get out. No heroics.”

 

“I promise,” Remus replied, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “I’ll come back to you. Always.”

 

Sirius nodded, though his eyes glistened with unshed tears. He cupped Remus’s face in his hands, his voice breaking. “I love you,” he said softly. “More than anything.”

 

Remus’s smile was tender yet tinged with sadness. “I love you too, Pads. Forever.”

 

They shared a long, lingering kiss that encapsulated all their feelings—love, fear, and hope. It was a kiss that marked both their separation and their unbreakable bond. As they parted, the weight of the moment hung heavy in the air, each knowing that their next encounter might be fraught with change.

 

Remus picked up his bag, his movements deliberate and slow. He looked back at Sirius one last time, a reassuring smile on his face. “I’ll see you soon,” he said, trying to sound confident.

 

Sirius managed a small, bittersweet smile in return. “I’ll be waiting,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

 

With a final glance, Remus opened the door and stepped out into the night. The door clicked shut, leaving Sirius alone in the now eerily silent flat. The absence of Remus seemed to fill the room with a cold emptiness.

 

Sirius sank onto the couch, burying his face in his hands as the tears he had been holding back finally flowed freely. The fear for Remus’s safety, combined with the love that bound them, created a storm of emotions that was nearly overwhelming. All he could do now was wait and hope.

 

The night stretched on, each minute heavy with uncertainty. Sirius clung to the belief that their love would bring Remus back safely. As dawn approached, he eventually succumbed to a restless sleep, holding on to the hope that Remus was out there, fighting to return to him.

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