#( for sirius! <33

[jjkyaoi]

the headcanon of regulus just being able to cry on command is horrifying but also the funniest thing i’ve ever fucking heard. like i imagine regulus is hanging out with the marauders, post black brothers reconciliation, and him and sirius are bickering and sirius JOKINGLY goes “well it’s not MY fault it’s impossible for you to show any emotion” and regulus blinks. and then just fully starts sobbing.

and james and remus and peter are all like ?!?!?! what the FUCK . RIGHTFULLY SO. and james’ heart is hurting so bad because he’s never seen regulus cry before and he’s trying to comfort him and hold him and regulus, (who is gay and a little shit) is just letting himself be hugged and letting james pet his hair or whatever and remus is like. sirius what the fuck apologize to your brother??????? because sirius has been sitting there the entire time unmoving and he just raises his eyebrows, completely unimpressed and deadpan when he goes, “you guys do know he’s faking right”. and then when remus and james both are like HUH??? torn between bewildered and angry with this reaction, regulus just extracts himself from james, face completely neutral but with tears drying on his cheeks, no sign of the heaving, hyperventilating sobs he’d fallen into literally a second ago and says “i win”. it terrifies peter so bad that he can’t look him in the eyes for a week

[catastrxblues]

i love ao3 but tumblr fanfics just hit different 😩😩

[cndarts]

a lazy sunday morning at gryffindor boy's dorm :)) james is at quidditch practice bc he just loves sports that much (can't relate)

inspired by atyd 😋

[lupinflowrs]

i present you: baby wolfstar stuck inside potter house on a rainy day, reading together in their pajamas <3

(what do yall think they're reading? any guesses ??)

[bri-cheeses]

Evan’s busy reaching across the bar for a couple of drinks, arm outstretched and easy smile on his face, when Regulus walks up next to him.

“Two butterbeers, please,” Regulus nods to the bartender.

Evan turns his head in surprise, clearly not expecting to have been followed. “I was getting you guys drinks, you know. You didn’t have to get up.”

“Yeah, I know. But I needed a bit of a break from all… that.” Regulus tilts his head towards a booth in the corner, indicating the chaos currently taking place there. He’s just escaped the aftermath of Barty attempting to flirt with Remus just to make Sirius mad, which has not ended well. Just like Barty intended. Honestly, Regulus doesn’t know why he puts up with him.

Regulus opens his mouth to continue, feeling somewhat hesitant. He’s not sure how Evan will react to what he’s about say, but he’s going to try anyways. “And also because I wanted to ask you something in private. Or at least, away from them.”

“Hold on,” Evan replies. The bartender’s just handed him his drinks, and he’s trying to find a way to carry them. “Okay, carry on.”

Regulus doesn’t waste any time. “You’re in love with Barty.”

Evan doesn’t look up from the drinks, not giving Regulus’s accusation even a slight reaction. “That wasn’t much of a question, Reg.”

If Regulus didn’t know better, he’d say Evan was completely unbothered by this whole situation. But he does know better, and Evan’s completely straight face as he fiddles with the glasses is a dead giveaway.

“You’re not going to deny it?” He’s genuinely curious. It’s unlike Evan to not, at the very least, try to avoid answering directly.

“Why would I? It’s the truth, and I know you’re not going to tell him.”

“But you’re not really the type of person to be okay with… sharing this sort of thing.”

Evan looks up now, small smile making its way to his face. “No, I’m usually not. But honestly it’s been going on so long that it’s more trouble than it’s worth to keep it hidden. From you, at least.”

“I—” he pauses, not entirely sure what to do with that. “How long has this been a thing?”

“Oh, about…” Evan squints, as if he can look back in time and pinpoint the exact moment it started. “Five years now?”

“Five years?”

“Don’t sound so surprised, Reg.”

“Why shouldn’t I?”

“Because it’s really not that out of character for me.”

Evan flashes another smile and makes to leave, but Regulus blurts out, “Why haven’t you done anything about it? If it’s been so long?”

Evan glances over at their booth. Regulus follows his gaze, where Barty is now gesturing wildly with his hands in what is probably an attempt to avoid death at Sirius’s hands.

“Because,” Evan says, still looking at Barty, “it would ruin our relationship.”

He sounds so resigned to the fact that Regulus’s heart clenches. He feels like a bad friend. He had no idea, absolutely none, that Evan had been feeling this way for such a long time. “You can’t know that.”

Evan looks back at him, amused expression on his face as he asks, “Can’t I? It’s Barty; even if he did feel the same way—which he doesn’t—he would never be able to let himself commit to a relationship. The fear and discomfort would eat him alive. You know that.”

Regulus does, in fact, know that. But it doesn’t stop him from wanting to fix this, somehow. From wanting to try to get Evan to fight for a chance, at the very least. “But you’re Evan. There used to be be bets about when you guys would finally sort out your shit and start going out.”

Evan blinks, clearly not having known that.

“And it wasn’t because people knew you were in love with him—hell, I didn’t even know that—it was because of the way you both look at and act around each other. And I know that you’re too smart to have not noticed any of that, Evan.”

“Well. Maybe. But that’s also just who he is. He looks at practically everyone like that, acts like that with everyone. So you can stand there and tell me that I’m special, but I’m always going to see that for what it is. A lie, Regulus. And I don’t need you to lie to me. This whole thing is already bad enough already, I don’t need you adding to it, too.”

“But—”

“Don’t, Regulus. Just don’t.”

Regulus changes tactics. “How can you stand it?”

Evan gives a sad smile. “Like you said; I’m Evan. I’m always going to be in love with him, no matter what he does, really. And he’s Barty, so he’s going to do a lot of shit. But that’s just the way things are, I suppose.”

“So you’re just going to let him shatter your heart and stomp all over it?”

Evan smiles bitterly. “He’s been doing that for years, Reg. You’re a bit late to the game.”

Regulus hates this, hates Evan’s defeated tone and tired eyes. “How are you just so calm about this? Don’t you hate it?”

Evan considers that. “I did, for a while. I spent a long, long time hating it. But it only cost me energy I couldn’t afford to lose, and it didn’t change anything in the end.”

And there’s not a lot Regulus can say in response to that, so instead he eyes Evan: the regretful smile, the sad slump of his shoulders, and the way his body is subconsciously turned towards Barty, even now. “Are you… going to be okay?”

“Of course, Reg, why would you even ask?” He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “This is just the hand life has dealt me. I’m used to it by now. You might as well get used to it, too. Nothing’s going to change between Barty and me.”

And with that, he shoulders past Regulus, drinks in hand. And Regulus watches him go, unable to unsee how painfully in love Evan is. He watches the way Barty’s entire face lights up when he sees Evan, he watches the soft smile Evan gives Barty in return, and he prays to anyone who’s listening that Evan will turn out to be wrong.

[enbysiriusblack]

The first time Sirius had held hands with a girl, she had been the one to slide hers into his, only to recoil as she felt a wetness on his palm.

"Merlin, what is that?" She raised her hand to her face, peering at it.

Sirius glanced down to his own, "Oh, it's oil."

"It's what?" She frowned.

"Oil, y'know? Muggles use it to for their motor vehicles."

"Right", she laughed slightly, rubbing her hands against her cloak to get it off.

She turned back to him after a moment, glancing to his hand, before instead deciding to wrap her hands around his arm.

"Shall we go?"

"I guess", Sirius shrugged, purposefully walking quickly so she would have to let go of him to avoid falling over.

☆

Now, Sirius was crouched down, polishing his bike as he finished up his work.

The garage opened, James walking in with a coffee and a tea.

"Hey, mate! You nearly done?"

"Yeah", Sirius nodded, putting his tools on the shelf before he began to get up.

James immediately placed the drinks down and offered Sirius a hand.

Sirius laughed, "James, I'm covered in oil."

"So?", James grinned, still offering his hand.

Sirius took it, standing up with ease.

Hands still clasped in each others with no sign of either letting go, James reached over to grab the drinks.

"Coffee?"

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

Today's @wolfstarmicrofic prompt is woo!

(265 words.)

"Prongs, I'm running out of moves!" Sirius groans miserably, burying his head into his hands.

"Nah, you just haven't found the right move, yet! C'mon, don't give up so easily! You can still woo him!" Even James' boundless optimism isn't helping him. He glances up disbelievingly.

"Really? I don't know how I can make it any clearer to him," Sirius answers.

"I do," James says with a shrug. "Oi, Moony!" Sirius' heart drops to his stomach, panic hitting him like a brick to the head as Remus glances up from where he's been leaning against the wall outside, chatting to Lily. "How would you fancy a date with Padfoot?"

Sirius is going to kill James.

For a moment, he's convinced that James has just ruined everything. Well, until he realises that Remus is smiling, his lips tugging upwards into an amused grin.

"Well, he has to ask me himself, first," Remus answers casually.

Oh.

Sirius is pretty sure his heart's beating out of his chest as James nudges him, reminding him that he does, in fact, have to approach Remus in order to ask him out. He walks over to Moony in a daze. Remus watches him with a wry smile for a moment, as Sirius tries to conjure up a sentence. To be perfectly honest, he could stand and just watch emotions flit across Remus' face for the rest of time. Still, important matters, he has to do it.

"D'you want to go to Hogsmeade this weekend? On a date?" He asks quietly.

"What took you so long?" Remus asks back with a smile.

[nikholascrow]

I will forever stand by the hc that Regulus stayed behind to keep his parents from going after Sirius and Sirius died thinking he never wanted to leave

[ifyoucandaniel]

Take a look at my boyfriend, he’s the only one I got…🎵🎶🦋

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

i don’t really see canon “the prank” to be “attempted murder” but i find the idea that wally & orion are proud of sirius for almost killing a half blood to be funny(or alternatively disappointed that snape didn’t actually die)

!!!!!!!!!!!

OKAY yeah uhh i have Thoughts on the prank. i dont think it was attempted murder either bc snape is pretty smart and sirius knows that, i think he assumed snape would catch sight of the werewolf and leave bc he got piss scared .

ummm yes so wally and orion right . obv parents get involved (snape's, sirius' & remus') (no one finds out remus is a werewolf though ofc) and sirius gets off scot free (basically scott free) because ykyk Black family and i hc he comes home that christmas (bc angst <3) and walburga's like awe my baby boy's finally coming back to me <333 good job on trying to get rid of that filthy half breed sweetie pie <3333 too reckless but it doesnt matter !! awe whyre you so sad youll get him next time ill help <33333

walburga is clinically insane btw

orion is just dreading seeing more of sirius but he's impressed but hes also a motherfucking DICK so hes just like . ofc you failed . stupid mf.

god i need sirius to punch the fuck out of him.

whateverr basically sirius wallows in the feeling of im just like them ☹️💔 & walburga is ENTHRALLED & orion is mildly impressed

oh and also random regulus thing hes worried bc sirius is Bitchy but hes also a bastard little brother so he just annoys sirius the whole christmas break but it actually works ! because sirius comes back to hogwarts and thinks GOD i hate them all 🙏🏼🙏🏼

[loserboyfriendrjl]

sirius, for many years, wondered what beauty really is, and what would be an appropriate definition to it.

for many years, in his family, beauty was what made them. they were nothing else, reduced to elegance and sharp, aristocratic features that gave them an ethereal look.

therefore, is beauty something tangible, like the sharp curve of his jaw or the curl of raven hair? is it the arch of his eyebrows or the straight of his nose or the downturn, the hood of his eye?

or is it something above mortality, above the body? is it loyalty, or chivalry, or intelligence, or the roughness of the person’s nature, or the beauty of the being, and not of the human?

in the end, sirius decided that it is love. not the sharp curve of his jaw, but the soft of remus’, and the curl of remus’ sandy blonde. it’s the warmth of his smile and the plump of lips pressed against each other and it is love, and it feels right.

[risetherivermoon]

Part 8 - Sock's Fame Au

Part 8: A Violent Encounter (Love You James)

Part 7 <- -> Part 8.5

tag list: @jamofsunshine @okaythisisbecomingaproblem @my-beloved-fandoms @p-prettyboyzz

[neaverse]

i am here asking for your favorite fics (i can tell you have good taste<3) 🫶

hi bella!!! thank you for the ask<33

okay so i read a lot. When i say a lot i mean a lot. The amount of fanfiction i’ve consumed in the last three years is probably unhealthy, but what can i say really? I don’t have much going on in my life🤷🏼‍♀️

so going into this, i contemplated how i should categorise my favourites. Current favs? Fav fics per ship? In the end, i decided to simply compile a list of fics that i still think about weeks and months (if not years) after i first read them. Fics that punched me in the gut, fics that made me question my whole existence. I could probably go on forever with this list but i’ve narrowed it down to 10 to make the job a little bit easier for both me and you hahaha!

In no particular order:

The World Is A Violent Sky by anonymous

Harry Potter wants to die; Draco Malfoy wants to live — a story of life and death, everything in between and beyond — in the form of scatters of love and hurt like freckles of stars forming into constellations.

Crimson Rivers by bizarrestars

Regulus Black was fifteen the first time his name was called at a reaping. He's twenty-five when it happens to him again. A lot has changed in that time, and one of them is that he's ready to do whatever it takes to make it home. Nothing or no one will stop him, not even James Potter. James Potter has no plans to stop Regulus Black from making it home. In fact, his plans revolve around the opposite. He has his reasons, but he's made his choice to get Regulus out of the arena, even knowing it'll be the last thing he ever does. Sirius Black was sixteen when he volunteered to take his little brother's place in the arena. At twenty-six, without the option to do it again, he has no choice but to be a mentor to his brother and best friend, knowing that only one of them can make it back out. Two names called, a mentor on the verge of falling apart, and more secrets and grief between all of them than they know how to handle. None of them are prepared for what comes next, or how far they'll go to make it through.

Harry Potter and the Welcome to the World of Grey by @sobsicles

When Harry fails to keep his anger at bay and Voldemort possesses his mind, the events that follow lead him down a long road to realizing the world isn't as black and white as it seems. Chaos, hilarity, and tragedy ensue with a Dark Lord being honest all the time, a rival becoming something else, and a world demanding to be saved. Featuring frightened Death Eaters, deep conversations with a monster, Pureblood traditions being ridiculous, and the fight to do the right thing with no true options. Harry's life just gets more and more bizarre with each passing moment.

Art Heist, Baby! by @otrtbs

When James Potter answers a mysterious ad in his local coffee shop, the last thing he expects is to be thrown into a world of white collar crime, but how can he resist when the mastermind behind the operation has dark hair and brooding eyes and promises wealth beyond James' wildest imagination? He would do anything for that boy named after a star, including stealing millions of dollars of fine art.

Orion in the Sky by space_wingding

Draco Malfoy owns a bookshop in the Lake District. He’s also cursed. Enter: Harry Potter.

Berlin Angel by @de-sire-blog

Berlin is absolutely miserable in February. Or it’s just Sirius. Alternatively: A story of how Remus Lupin stepped into Sirius’ life, flashed his trademark grin, and reminded him that life is a beautiful thing meant to be enjoyed. No risk, no fun!

Stop All the Clocks (This Is the Last Time I’m Leaving Without You) by firethesound

Living with Draco was difficult; living without him is unbearable. But if there’s one thing Harry learned from the war, it’s that even when one life ends, the rest of the world goes right on living.

Dear Reader by @calamitoustide

never take advice from someone who's falling apart Regulus has been quite obsessed with this anonymous advice blogger Helios and becomes concerned when they begin to post cryptically to an unspecified “Reader” At the same time, he’s starting Uni and has to deal with his brother being back in his life and a certain boy he won’t leave him alone.

Starvin’ darlin’ by @showinalittlelife

The man suddenly drops the knife, he sighs like all his dreams have been crushed. “Oh, dear, I can’t eat you! You’re rotting! What a shame, thought I’d found a looker too,” he whines miserably. The thoughts in Evan’s mind are racing too fast for him to make any sense of them. He has so many questions—too many questions that are probably better left off unanswered, but before he can think properly, he opens his mouth and speaks. “You think I’m a looker?” or: Barty is a cannibal, Evan is dying and they go on a little road trip!

Running on Air by eleventy7

Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

[percesdead]

the "we'll never be those kids again" marauders

[serethereal]

Selection

“What did you tell him?” Remus asks as soon as they’re alone again. “He seemed…upset.”

Sirius snorts at that. “Just asked him to speak in English from here on out.”

“And?”

“He will,” Sirius grins at him, and everytime it’s like being punched in the chest. It leaves him breathless and aching. “He won’t like it, he made that abundantly clear to me, but he will.”

Remus only nods, because he can’t think of anything to say. He rakes his mind, desperate for something, anything, and then—

“This place is beautiful,” Remus blurts out, and immediately regrets it. This is the third time he’s said that and he’s sure Sirius has noticed and is about to take the piss out of him for it.

He doesn’t. 

He only bites his lip, his smile turning demure. Soft. 

Right. 

Because, generally speaking, you don’t take the piss out of someone on a first date.

And that’s what this is.

A date.

He is on a date with Sirius Black.

He can hardly believe it, but here they are, sitting across from one another in a French restaurant, and the walls and ceilings are made of glass, and the waiters speak French—which had prompted Sirius to expose his own proficiency in the language, only further highlighting the surrealism of the night—and Sirius Black is his date.

He looks down at the menu, an attempt to play at normalcy, and something about it catches his eye. “There’s no pricing on here?” 

He looks up after a few beats of silence, jolting a little when he finds that Sirius is already staring at him.

“Are you alright?” Remus asks, stretching his leg out to nudge him under the table when the other man doesn't make a move to answer either question.

“Sorry?” Sirius blinks a little, his eyelashes touching his low-set eyebrows, his stare so piercing Remus has to look elsewhere, but everywhere else is just as dangerous. Soft red lips. High cheekbones. Crooked nose. Perfect, perfect, fucking perfect.  

“The menu. There are no prices listed.”

“Oh, right, they don’t do that here,” Sirius explains. “Just choose whatever you want.”

“Sirius, I'm not letting you pay for this.”

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“Sound argument.”

“Because,” Remus reiterates, a frisson of irritation rushing through him, and this is good. Familiar. Safe. “We go dutch—”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Sirius cuts in, holding up a finger, and smiling smugly at him. A year ago he would have punched him in the face for it. Now he can barely suppress the urge to reach over and drag him into a kiss. “Friends go dutch. We are not friends.”

“No?” Remus asks, warmth spreading up the back of his neck. “Have I finally worked off my debt, then?”

“No,” Sirius echoes, ignoring the jab, and the lighting in here is low. Intimate. But not so much so that Remus can’t see the redness crawling across his cheekbones. “We are on a date. So, it’s different.”

 “Is it?” 

“I suppose it has to be,” Sirius shrugs. “I wouldn’t know.”

Remus has to look down, look away from silver eyes and soft words to get himself a little under control. He lets his eyes trace unseeingly over the menu, and wonders, not for the first time, just how he’s meant to make a choice when everythings in French. He’s about to chance a glance across the table when a sudden voice interrupts, heavily accented and entirely displeased, “Have you made your—ah, vin selection?”

@wolfstarmicrofic

[elysianymph]

thinking about remus being a dadda's boy when he was little but as he grew up he realized how lyall was drifting away bc of the guilt he felt whenever he looked at remus so remus became a mamma's boy in his teenage years