#And then regulus + Sirius are struggling to figure out how wrapping paper works

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lily,Dorcas and James would so demolish gift wrapping and wrap so much in such little time and then the rest are like “what”

[ashes-and-ashes]

Could you do a Wolfstar fic when Sirius runs from home and goes to the Potters' and James calls Remus to calm him down. (P.S Love you and your writing. Hope your wrist heals soon 💖)

Hey! Got a bunch of requests for a Sirius Running Away From Home thing, so I wrote it!! I worked pretty hard on this, so hopefully you like it! Just a note: this story is split into 3 parts (this is part 1.) Part 1 is from Sirius’ POV, Part 2 from James’ and Part 3 from Remus’. I’m going to put Part 1 on Tumblr and Part 2 and 3 on my Ao3 once it gets set up. Hope you like this!!

And yep! This is the fanfic that I worked on AND GOT DELETED BECAUSE TUMBLR IS AN ASSHOLE!

@blackpinkdolan @withrewings @iluvharrypotter172 @blitheringmcgonagall @of-stars-and-moon

tw for abuse, homophobia and violence.

That Fateful Night

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He’s curled up in the corner, the wall cool against his back. Half-awake, almost unconscious, pressing himself into the cold stone.

Dimly, he can feel blood pooling around him.

Sirius doesn’t know how long he’s been there. The house is quiet, the silence heavy and suffocating, his ragged breaths echoing against the walls. A tomb, compared to the shouting and the screaming and the roaring that had filled the room earlier.

He wasn’t sure what had happened. He was in his room, writing a letter to Remus, when he heard the shouting.

“You! Get your worthless ass down here!”

He rushed down the stairs, to find Regulus pressed into the corner, his father lounging on one of the armchairs, his mother at the kitchen table.

She was furious, her rage filling the room, and instinctively, Sirius stepped forward, in front of Regulus, blocking him with his body.

He clenches his teeth against the memory, taking a shuddering breath. Something cracks, deep inside of him, and he winces, pressing a hand to his ribs. It wasn’t the first time Walburga had broken something, and he recognizes the sharp, burning pain that fills his lungs as he struggles to take another breath.

He was used to pain, had been subjected to it ever since he was born. He knew how to handle it, how to clench his teeth and bite his lip and how not to give in. He does this now, one hand braced against the floor, the other against his ribs. Tears burn in his eyes and he blinks them away, furiously, clenching his jaw as he pushes himself up.

He bites down hard, to muffle the scream that almost comes out of his throat. Not now, not now, he thinks, please not now, please don’t let me wake mother up. With a muffled groan, he sits up on his knees, one hand against the wall.

He laughs, a silent, sardonic sound. He thought he knew pain, thought he could take it, but nothing was as painful as seeing those letters.

He closes his eyes, bile burning his throat. He had stepped in front of Regulus, his mother scoffing at him.

“Pathetic,” she said. “Soft, weak-minded lout.”

Fuck off, Sirius had thought, making sure he covered his little brother’s body with his own. He didn’t say this, though, just bared his teeth and hissed, “What is it now, mother?” The last word was spat out, like a curse, years of hatred and anger and neglect filling his voice, bitter and mocking and defiant.

Walburga had said nothing, just pulled a stack of papers from her pocket, dropping them on the table, the sound echoing in the dark room.

And he’d never known fear before, not like this, the panic and the dread and the nausea that settled into his bones. He was frozen, the feeling rising up inside of him, something burning in his throat as he read the oh-so familiar handwriting on the side: To Sirius.

He glanced up, tried so hard not to let his mother see that raw emotion that he felt, threw up that wall between them. He shifted, adjusting his body, another barrier between her and Reg. “What the hell is this, mother?”

There was a sharp cracking sound, Sirius’ head hitting the wall behind him. His lip had been split open, blood trickling down his chin, but all he did was roll his head back and stared at Walburga, her wand still smoking from the spell she had casted. “Going through my mail now?”

There was another crack, hitting him from behind. He turned, his father’s wand pointed directly at him, his side burning. “Do shut up, Sirius.”

He just laughed, met his mother’s stare. “Anything you want to say?”

Walburga clenches her jaw. “Who. The hell. Is Remus?”

His heart pounded, but Sirius just gave her a small smirk. “Like I’d tell you. What more can you do to me? I’m used to it now.”

He saw the spark in Walburga’s eyes, the way it fell on Regulus, and Sirius shook his head. “You’re not touching him.”

He felt Regulus shaking his head, his movements frantic, and Sirius pressed him harder into the wall. “Don’t you dare touch him.”

Orion was on his feet now, wand pointed at Sirius as he said, “Step away.”

“Like fuck I will - “

BANG.

He heard Regulus’ screams, felt the blood run down his leg, and Sirius swore. He turned around, noticing the long gash on Regulus’ side, leaking blood on the ground, panic filling his gut. “What the fuck did you do to him?”

Walburga just laughed. Pain started to fill his side, and Sirius dropped his hand down. With a jolt, he realized what she had done.

She had shot Regulus right through Sirius’ body.

There’s another bang, and Sirius was thrown aside. Walburga held his gaze, her wand pointed at Regulus. “Who is Remus Lupin, and why are you writing him.”

Sirius was breathless, dizzy with pain. “Go to hell.”

There’s a smile on Walburga’s face as she lifted her wand. “Incendio.”

And Regulus was screaming, flames licking over his skin, screaming and screaming and screaming.

The sound Sirius made ripped his throat apart. He lunged forward, wanting to tear Walburga apart, when a sharp yank sent him sprawling. His father stood there, glass of wine in his hand, laughed over Sirius’ roars and Regulus’ screams. Walburga had just shrugged. “Who is Remus Lupin, and why is he writing to you?”

He barely had time to catch Regulus’ head shake before he was screaming again, edged with sobs that made Sirius want to rip his head open -

“He’s a friend from school.” The words bursted out of him, anything to stop the screams. “He’s in my grade, Gryffindor like me. One of my closest friends. Now let him go.”

Walburga had shaken her head. “Why is he writing to you?”

“We’re just friends - “

The wand fell, Walburga turning back to Regulus as Orion frowned. Sirius clenched his jaw, threw up mental shields because he knew what was coming.

The pain felt like his head was split open, Orion digging through his consciousness with sadistic pleasure. He gritted his teeth, tried to counter-attack, tried to throw him out, tried to block out Regulus’ screams -

“I’m dating him.” He spat the words out, clenched his fists. “I’m dating him.”

The room was silent, filled with lethal wrath as Walburga turned towards him. “What did you say?”

He swallowed. “I’m dating Remus.”

“Dating...?” The word broke off, by Walburga’ soft laugh. “Why does that surprise me? I should have known, you being a selfish little fucker.” She bares her teeth. “Should have known you’d be a fag as well.”

Then the wand fell, pain exploded over his body, and Sirius started screaming.

He clenches his teeth now, the agony still holding over his body. He’s shaking, his nerves overloaded by Crucio, sores on his mouth where he’s bitten through flesh. He doesn’t know how bad it is, can feel nothing but waves of pain move up and down his torso.

Sirius reaches forwards, wrapping his fingers around the iron rail of the staircase. He needs to get to his room, get to his wand, heal his ravaged body and figure out what to do. He grits his teeth, glancing up the enormous staircase. This was going to hurt.

With a small grimace, Sirius pulls the handrail, pushing with his other hand, managing to get his knee on the stair. He’s trembling, waves of nausea filling his body, muffling his scream against his shoulder as he pulls the rest of his body onto the stair, curling up into a small ball.

He pants, smiling bitterly. 27 left to go, he thinks, reaching forward for the next rail.

When he finally reaches the top, he’s shaking, sweat dripping down his face. There are score marks across his palm, from where he’s pulled the flesh against the metal, his entire body aching. He bites his lip, carving bloody furrows into the gum, clenching his fists.

It’s almost too much, dragging himself down the hallway, muffling his whimpers against his arm. He wants to sob when he gets to his bedroom, thanking God that he left his door open.

He crawls into his room, kicks the door shut, and for a moment all he can do is gasp, letting the agony wash over him. He collapses on the floor, trying to steady his breathing, the pain obliterating all rational thought and where is my wand -

“Fuck.” It hurts to speak, but Sirius does it anyways. He sees his wand, on his desk, right in the middle. His heart stops, panic filling his gut because it was so high up and God, how can he reach that -

He bites down, hard, not giving himself time to think before he stands up, quickly, skin tearing, pain ripping through him. Blood explodes in his mouth, his ragged breathing filling the room, and he stumbles back, against the bed, letting the pain wash over him. He catches a glimpse of himself in his mirror, all bleeding wounds and broken skin and shattered eyes.

And he’s sobbing, like he’s never done before, sobbing through tightly gritted teeth, legs stretched in front of him. He’s 16 years old, 16, and he’s been tortured and beaten and hurt so badly, and he’s trying so hard to keep it together.

“I can’t do this.” He gasps the words, hyperventilating. “I can’t do this, I can’t...”

With a stifled sob, he places the tip of his wand against his ribs, wincing at the pain. “Episkey.”

Sirius moans, his ribs grating together, and he grips the bed so hard it creaks. “Dark...magic...goddamn it. I can’t heal it, I can’t heal it - “

He grits his teeth, harder, panic flooding him because he’s going to die, in agony, right on his bedroom floor and maybe death wouldn’t be so bad, if only to spare him from the pain. It hurt, so bad, because at least they didn’t know before, never could hurt him in that way, but now his secret was out and he had to get out, he had to get out -

I have to get out.

The words jolt him, startling him. I need to get out.

With a grimace, he places his wand against his chest. “Sine Sensu.”

He gasps, taking a breath, the pain fading slightly, just enough to function. His trunk is in the corner, full of his school supplies, and he hurriedly stuffs some clothes, the remainder of Remus’ letters and a bag of coins into it. He slings his cloak over his head, levitating the trunk with his wand and exits, locking the door behind him.

The stairs are hard, Sirius gripping onto the banister tightly as he gingerly limps down each step, occasionally vanishing drops of his blood from his drag upstairs.

He finally gets to the bottom, turning his back on the dark kitchen beside him, lugging his trunk into the main foyer. In the daytime, it was beautiful, sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He stops dead, Regulus blocking his way to the door. The moon rose behind him, framing him in silver, the burns prominent on his thin face. “I knew you’d be leaving.”

Sirius exhales. “Reg. Reg, please, please, you have to let me go.”

Regulus is expressionless, his voice monotone. “Running away? What happened to my older brother, Sirius? The one who would ‘always protect me’ from mother?” The tone is mocking, bitter.

Sirius’ voice is low, shaking. “I can’t live like this, Reg, I can’t - “

“You lived with it for 16 years.”

Sirius shakes his head. “It’s not just that.” He scoffs, tears in his eyes, self-loathing in his gut. “They never used to know. About me, I mean. That I’m...that I’m...”

“Gay?” The word is cold, empty, and Sirius swallows. “Yeah. It was the one part of me they couldn’t touch, you know? Everything they did...everything they said...it never hurt as bad, because they didn’t know.” He looks up. “And now they do. So you have to let me go, Reg. You have to.”

Regulus’ face is unmoving, motionless. Sirius is pleading now, a desperate, broken plea. “Please, Reg. I covered you. For 16 years I was tortured and abused and beaten and I endured it because of you. Because I love you. And I would do all of it again to save you.” He’s trembling, fingers pressed together. “But I can’t take this anymore. I can’t.”

Regulus is emotionless, his voice quiet. “You love him? The boy, I mean. Remus?”

Sirius nods, his voice a whisper. “I....” He swallows. “Yes.”

There’s a silence, stretching between them. Memories of a lifetime, two boys building forts together, one reading to another, lying in the same bed. Because no matter what, no matter the horrors and the pain, they were still brothers, still family.

When Regulus speaks, his face is open, unguarded. “Go. Get out of here.” A tiny smile lights his face. “Take my broom. Mother and father locked yours up, and mine is faster, anyways. Go. And don’t come back.”

Sirius nods. “Thank you.” He’s about to turn away, bitterness welling inside him, when he whips around, wrapping his brother in a hug. “Come with me. Please. Screw then, we can be safe. We can be free.”

Regulus’ eyes are closed, his fingers clutching Sirius’ so hard, they go white. “You know I can’t.”

There are so many things he wants to say, so many secrets. I’m sorry, for everything, for being so difficult. For screwing up your life.

But the words can never be spoken, never uttered, so Sirius releases Regulus. “Stay alive. Please.”

Regulus nods. “You too.”

He knows it’s a goodbye, a final statement, that the next time they meet, they will be enemies, and Sirius wants to scream. He pushes his brother’s hair out of his face, presses a kiss to his forehead. “If you need me...I’ll always be there.”

Regulus just nods.

So Sirius turns, lifting his trunk.

And he steps out of the Black Family Manor for the very last time.

[eyeliveinabook]

Letters from the Unexpected. Sirius Black X Slytherin! Reader

To Sirius, Honestly I know that there is no use in writing these to you because I have no plan on revealing who I am. I guess I just look at this as therapy or maybe this is how I come to terms with my feelings for you. Damn I make it sound like you are this horrible thing like drugs or something. You are probably thinking that I don’t have any idea who you are personality wise since I hid behind paper and a quill. That is where you are wrong, I know that James is more of a brother to you then Regulus is. Or how you will do anything for Remus even if that means that you get a detention. Or maybe the one thing you try to hide from everyone; you desire to be wanted by your parents. So yeah, I may have never talked to you  in person but that doesn’t mean I don’t see who you are. Well I have to go, time to do D.A.D.A homework. -Your Slytherin Girl

Sirius put down the letter near the pile of others that have been coming for weeks. From the same girl, same handwriting, same paper, same Slytherin wax stamp. Everything always the same but he never know who the girl is. She is good at keeping a secret sneaky. The one thing he does know is that like most Slytherins she has a pet snake that delivers the letter during dinner. So when does she write them? Why do all their snakes look alike?  “Remus what’s the answer to 62?” James asked while laying on his bed.  “James have you even tried figuring it out?” Asked the werewolf that was hanging out on the floor. James just grumbled while Peter snickers.  “Sirius you haven’t asked anything, are you even doing the homework?” Remus stared at the dark haired male sitting in the chair, “What? Oh um we had homework?” “That is a no Moony. Still pondering who the girl is?” James got off the bed and walked over to the desk. He picks up the  recent letter before Sirius rips it from his hand and put it in his pant pocket.  “She doesn’t give any clues except that she is a Slytherin.” “You sure that is the only thing?” Wormtail asked. “Yes, I have read these letters a thousand times, I have them memorized. Nothing no notes, not subtle messages, just words.” Sirius falls back on the bed. “Well that is what a letter is Padfoot, it is filled with words.” James smirked while Remus teased Sirius. “I just want one bloody clue.”  “You will find something or she’ll give you her name. All in time.” James stated.

Class was as boring as ever, teacher droning on and on. Sirius was sketching in his notebook it wasn’t until the teacher called him out.  “Sirius are you paying attention?”  “Um no Sir.” Sirius said hoping he will move on. Of course he did to a girl sitting in the back.  “What about you (name)?”  The frantically looked up and closed her book trying to cover what she was writing. “Um no sir I am still taking notes.” The teacher just stared at her before replying. “Black, (Last name) see my after lunch.” Sirius groaned while turning around and looking at the girl. The moment he met her eyes she blushed and looked down. 

After lunch “Sirius you are struggling in this class I have appointed (name) as your tutor. (Name) I will pay you for this, under the table of course.” The professor said as he leaned back in his chair. “You two are dismissed.” Walking out of the classroom, (name) told Sirius that she would be in the library if he wanted to come along. He agreed and quietly walked beside her. When they finally got to the library, the tutoring started. An hour later Sirius almost understood what that day’s lecture was about. (Name had become more comfortable around him. Sirius was working on a problem when he felt something crawl up his leg.  “Scales! No you don’t slither up someones leg!” (Name)  start repending her snake which was already wrapped around Sirius arm. (Name) put her hand near the snakes head, which encourage the little fellow to wrap around her arm. “Sorry about that Scales thinks that just because he can bug me whenever that it is the same for everyone else.” Sirius shook his head, “Nah it’s fine,one of your housemates have her snake sneak into my dorm during dinner to deliver letters.” Sirius tried getting the snake to run through his fingers. “That’s weird, anyway what did you get for the homework.” Sirius showed her and noticed that Scales had an interesting coloring, in the light it’s scales seemed like a light green but once the light left that area the scales turned a dark forest green. “-I mean just because I got something different doesn’t mean your wrong.” Sirius snapped out of his trance which (Name) noticed. “I know he has interesting scale colors. Only one in my house who is two shades of green.” She smiled and snuggled her cheek next to Scale’s cheek. “So what did you get because honestly I guessed.” Sirius rubbed the back of his neck. “Here let me write you a cheat sheet it is really helpful for studying.”  “Cheat sheet?”  “Yeah I learned it from my middle school teacher, it’s a muggle thing. Maybe?” Soon enough the sheet was made and (name) was packing her things.  “Wanna meet the day after tomorrow?” Sirius nodded stuffing the papers he had under his arm.  “Great! If you need help at anytime just come find me. See you Sirius.” Sirius watched as Scales wrapped around her shoulders while she walked away. He also noticed that she had really nice hips that swayed in a calming way. Smirking to himself he started walking to his next class.

Dear Sirius, I almost walked up to you and introduced myself but then I noticed girls circle around you. Mr. Popular you are. After that I lost my nerve so I am back to hiding behind a piece of paper and ink. Sometimes  I wonder how it would be if I just, “grew a pair” and talked to you how it would go. Well maybe one day.  -Your Slytherin Girl “Hey you know for some reason there were scales on the desk. Moony threw them away, but your girl has to take care of her snake.” James informed him.  Sirius just nod as he rereads the letter then something hits him. Pulling out the cheat sheet (name) made for him.  “Remus come here is this the same writing?” Once Remus reviewed it he agreed that it was the same. Finally Sirius knew who it was, and honestly it really surprised him. 

So I am going to make a part two soon. If anyone wants a one shot let me know.