#Marauders fan fiction

[spideyanakin]

summary - sirius black x malfoy + slytherin! reader, ever since regulus drowned, you keep dreaming about him, but what if your dreams weren't just dreams? aka: we are saving regulus

warnings - angsty, near death experience but ends well, dumbledore being an icon

part of all I think about now - masterlist

read the part right before

"Let me offer you a cup of tea," Albus broke the silence.

Your breath was still held as you watched the pieces of the shattered locket, mixed with the shards of heavy wood from the desk bellow. With a flick of his wand, Dumbledore restored the desk that had shattered with your blow.

You watched, almost as if you were having an out of body experience as he was poured you the tea, and you sat on the homely couch by the fire place.

You found it impossible to have a sip of the warm liquid inside the flowery porcelain cup. Your hand was shaking.

Maybe what had happened was actually sinking. Your chest felt warm, heart beating loudly and pumping blood in places you did not know you could actually feel.

Would he know? Would the dark lord sense that a Horcrux had been destroyed? Would he know by whose hand the object had been shattered?

And suddenly, a look received from Dumbledore melted all the worries from you.

No. He couldn't know. You couldn't let doubt sink in. Not now, not when you were a step closer to ending this once and for all.

Dumbledore needed you, and if this meant continuing to put yourself in danger, to continue living a double life to save thousands; then you would.

So you breathed, smoothed down the rumbling of your bones, and smiled back at him the best way you could.

Something itched in the back of your throat though, and suddenly you found yourself speaking before you could stop it.

"Albus," You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, placing your steaming cup of tea back on the table in front of you. "Ever since my husband- ever since Regulus passed, I have been having these dreams, but they do not feel like dreams."

He nodded for you to continue.

"I thought it was Kreature's memories, from that night, but the more I think about it, the less it makes sense," you breathed, closing your eyes for a brief second as the memory flashed before you. "It is, as if I am seeing his memories. He is dragged into the depths, there is a flash from his wand, suddenly he is breathing, and then he is back to struggling, but the inferi could not reach him."

"How long have you had those dreams?"

"Since the night he passed."

Dumbledore nodded.

"Every night, he breathes, then suddenly struggles again, stops, he feels cold, but not quite dead, right until he takes a new breath, and every time he does, I wake."

Dumbledore quietly placed his cup back onto its saucer. He itched his thin white beard as he peered at his desk, and then to a painting of a wizard you did not know.

"Sir Watson," he adresses him, and the funny looking, very small wizard with a bright pink hat and matching robe with diamonds sewed to the sleeves looked at Albus.

"Yes?"

"How did your partner survive your last mission with him?"

The wizard jumped from his bright baby blue rococo chair, clapped his hands with a bright smile on his lips. Cheeks filling with his smile.

"I love this story! Brilliant wizard was he!" He nodded eagerly and you raised an eyebrow at his enthusiasm. "The poor lad was stuck, attacked by rogue and vicious mermaids! He used a scutum charm, protecting him from their attacks. He was able to empty the water from this shielded bubble you see, the shield made it impossible to move but he was able to survive days underwater! Days! He even did a silencing charm so he could block out the mermaid's luring voices! Genius wizard, I tell you, brilliant man."

"How did he get out?"

"Sent me messages, through dreams. We were married you see, magic intertwined and all."

"Thank you, Sir Watson." Albus smiled, and the wizard happily nodded before sitting back on his chair and grabbing the book he always seemed to be holding.

Your mouth opened in shock, hands shaking as you brought your hands to your warm cheeks, already wet with tears.

"Tell me. Do you think there is a chance he might still be alive?"

~

You shivered. The wind was rustling harshly, and drops of salt water were picking at your eyes. Your thin coat and skirts of silks were already starting to feel heavy from the accumulated rain drops.

You held your arms close to yourself. This was the place of nightmares, of your nightmares. Your gut was twisting in itself and you felt like you were going to retch everything in you as you walked through the opening to the cavern.

You shivered again. The rain was replaced by the harsh voice of the wind, waves crashing against the rocks of the cliff and the screech you were so familiar with in your nightmares.

The icing screams of the inferi.

Albus Dumbledore muttered something, you assumed a spell, you did not recognise.

Suddenly the pitch black water turned crystal clear.

You could see them. The dead creatures slithering at the bottom of the lake, harshly tapping onto something.

Dumbledore threw something on the other side of the lake using his magic, and only when their attention caught on the pebble and they swam towards it did you see him.

Regulus. You could see his fine features, eyes closed in pain, hand clutched tightly against his wand. Suddenly he breathed again, and you watched as, just like in your dreams, bubbles rose from his lips before air was sucked into the shield he had created himself.

Indeed, Regulus was still alive, and barely hanging on to life.

"Quick, he will not be able to hold it for long."

"What do I do?" Your heart was racing, and your hands clammy as Dumbledore walked closer to the water where Regulus lay.

"Asciendio!" With a flick of his wand, you watched as Regulus was pulled out of the water, faster than the dead creatures could reach.

You dropped by his side, and before you knew it, Dumbledore’s hand was on your shoulder and the three of you aparated to location twelve.

"Regulus," you cradled his head, attempting to lift his upper body. He was coughing, trembling as he tried to hold on to your shoulders for support.

His eyes were bloodshot, his skin paler than his already pearl colour. His plum lips were blue, and the tip of his fingers a matching colour. You held onto him as he continued coughing water, severely shivering in your arms.

"Y/n," he croaked.

"Shh, you're safe my love." You pushed his hair away from his face. Suddenly you felt the weight of his body on you, head heavily resting against your shoulder. He was crying, hot tears streaming down his face. "It's over, my love, you're safe."

Albus wrapped a large blanket over the both of you, and you thanked him as a shiver tumbled down your own spine.

Your hand held tightly onto the back of his head, the other firmly pressed against the space in between his shoulder blades. You shivered with him, your own body shaking with relief and emotions you were yet to decipher.

"He is soaked to the bone Albus, I need to get him home." You spoke through a hoarse voice, tears blurring your vision

"Alright," the elder nodded. "Do you remember our agreement?"

"Yes," you roughly nodded, pressing your cheek against Regulus’s cold forehead, your heavy tears dripping into his hair.

Although his voice held gravity, it wasn’t a hard agreement to maintain. That you’d take care of Regulus, nurse him back to health. That you’d tell him all the things he needed to know, and that if he truly wished to change sides, he would meet with Dumbledore to discuss further agreements.

The rest was the plan for the news of his come back to the purebloods and death eaters.

The story that was bordering truth. That you had seen the signs, that he had sent you the signs and you saved him. But how you were to tell them the story would remain in the choices Regulus had to make upon his return to full consciousness.

Your face softened as you met Dumbledore’s eyes, "thank you, Albus. Thank you."

[yourlocalchronicdaydreamer]

@maraudersgirlsprompts • day 1: rose • marylily • 761 words

There is a rose on Mary’s vanity in their room.

It is the first thing Lily sees when she walks in: her eyes are drawn to it, as if they already knew it was there.

Of course, she can’t say she’s surprised to see it: it’s Valentine’s Day after all, and who wouldn’t expect Mary McDonald to collect a bouquet of roses from her many admirers? Really, Lily should have expected to see this earlier.

That doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting any less though.

Stupidly, Lily wonders how Mary would react if the rose on that vanity had been from her. Would Mary blush, eyes slowly taking in every petal, before turning to Lily and telling her that she was the only person she wanted to receive a rose from? Would she move towards her, soft and hesitant, and caress her face before allowing their lips to meet? Or would she drop it in distaste, because why would Lily possibly think that she could ever want anything more than friendship from a girl?

Okay, she probably wouldn’t say it like that. For one, Mary is the kindest person Lily knows; but she was also nothing but accepting when Lily came out as bi, or Marls came out as a lesbian. But the insecure voice at the back of Lily’s mind is very fond of reminding her that being supportive and having to deal with it firsthand are two very different things. That Lily would lose the best friendship she has if Mary were to find out how she felt.

If Lily wants to keep her feelings hidden from the world, she probably needs to stop staring at this rose as if it’s a car crash she can’t look away from. But she doesn’t, and that’s how Mary finds her when she enters their dorm to grab the tie she left.

Lily sees her reflection in the mirror first, and sheepishly turns around so they’re face to face. “Someone gave you a rose,” she says stupidly, as if it isn’t practically screaming its existence to the world.

“Actually,” Mary says quietly, “I bought that. I was going to give it to someone. Today.”

“Oh,” Lily chokes out. Somehow, this is worse. She has always mourned the fact that she is only one of many people in this castle to fancy herself in love with Mary McDonald. But knowing that one of those people is lucky enough to be wanted by Mary as well? That is much, much worse. But I’m her best friend, Lily wants to scream. You don’t know anything about her! You don’t know that her favourite colour is the pink of the sunset, or that she always cries when a character dies in books, or that she claims her favourite sweets are sugar mice to fit in with wizards but they’re actually muggle cola bottles! But she doesn’t, because people are not supposed to be jealous of their best friends that way. They are supposed to be excited when their friends have a crush. So that’s what she does.

“Who are they then?” Lily asks, as if the idea of Mary wanting to kiss someone that isn’t her makes her want to squeal, not punch something. “Do I know them?”

Mary nods, moving slowly towards her, towards the rose. “Yeah. Yeah, you do.” Mary picks it up slowly, turning it in her hands, gazing at the petals while avoiding Lily’s eyes. Then she looks up, and Lily’s heart forgets how to beat. “Have you ever gotten a rose for Valentine’s Day?”

Lily frowns. “Yeah, fourth year, from Walters. And the singing thing from Jones in fifth. Plus … everything Potter used to do. You were there for all that.”

“Yes, but have you ever gotten one that matters?” Mary is watching her very intently now, and it makes part of Lily want to blurt out the whole truth: that none of those mattered at all, because they weren’t her. 

“No,” is all Lily says, and then suddenly she’s feeling the press of thorns on her palm. Not daring to look down, she brings her fingers up, allowing them to brush against what can only be petals: feather-light and, she’s willing to bet, as red as the lips of the girl who gave it to her. She feels her eyes drift to those lips now, and when she moves them up, she notices Mary’s eyes doing the same thing.

“You have now,” Mary whispers, and then their lips are touching and Lily stops noticing much of anything else at all.

[wzrd-wheezes]

could i request a short imagine with remus x fem reader, where they’re best friends, and one day in the library while remus is talking about some book he’s passionate about, the reader just kisses him??? thank u!!!

Ink-Stained Fingers - Remus Lupin x Reader.

AN - this was such a cute request and i had so much fun writing it! thank you so much <3

Y/N’s fingers were stained with ink from her quill as she frantically scribbled on a particularly long roll of parchment, desperately trying to finish her potions essay that was due in the morning. Remus sat opposite her, his feet propped up on the table and a book gripped between his fingers.

“How many times have you read that one, then?” Y/N asked, glancing up at him.

“Dunno.” he replied, barely looking up, “Five maybe?”

Y/N smiled to herself, returning her attention to her homework. Remus would usually keep her company on her late night study sessions in the library when she was cramming in her homework last minute. She wasn’t as organised as he was usually.

Remus’ fingers toyed idly with a loose thread on the sleeve of his jumper as he read. By the looks of it, it was a book that he’d read over and over. The edges of the pages had gone fuzzy like they had been thumbed through many times and his brow furrowed as his eyes danced over the words.

“I can lend it you if you want?” Remus broke the silence.

“Are you feeling alright?” Y/N laughed, “James asked to borrow one of your books the other day and you looked like he’d just asked you to sacrifice your first born child!”

Remus chuckled, closing the book and placing it on the table.

“That was only ‘cause I know he wouldn’t look after it,” he said, “knowing him he’d probably leave it somewhere.”

Y/N nodded in agreement, dipping her quill back into the pot of ink and carrying on writing. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Remus reach down to retrieve something from his bag. He took out a quill and ink and began flicking quickly through the pages of his book.

“What’re you doing?” Y/N asked, not looking up from the piece of parchment in front of her.

“‘M just writing you some notes in the margins,” he muttered, clearly deep in thought, “y’know, for when you read it.”

Her eyes snapped up to look at him and she felt the heat rise to her cheeks. Remus was biting down on his lip as he scribbled down his notes, a crease forming between his brows. It was as if he couldn’t get the words down on the pages quick enough.

“This is one of my favourites, you know?” he spoke, “The characters are so well thought out and the way that it’s written is honestly…”

He went on, telling her every detail of the story telling without trying to ruin it for her. His lips pulled into a smile as he spoke, the words spilling effortlessly out of his mouth. His eyes were wide and shining with excitement and Y/N had lost track of what he was saying, completely in awe of how passionately he was speaking about the book.

Y/N didn’t know why she did it, but before she had even registered what she was doing, she had leaned across the table and kissed him. She caught him mid sentence, his mouth slightly open and his lips soft against hers. Y/N pulled away quickly, her eyes widening and her heart pounding.

“If you wanted me to shut up you only had to tell me.” Remus laughed, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“I’m sorry - I don’t know why I did that!” Y/N panicked, “Shit. you’re my best friend-”

This time Remus cut her off. Leaning over the table and grabbing her face with his hands. The kiss this time was more sure, his lips confident against hers, his hand resting on her jaw. He tried to pull her closer to him to deepen the kiss when all over a sudden they were distracted by a dull thud as something hit the wood of the table.

Looking down, they saw that the pot of ink had been knocked over, the dark liquid spilling across the table and seeping onto the the roll of parchment where Y/N was writing her essay. She let out a gasp, trying to snatch her work away from the ink that was spreading at a rapid pace.

“Don’t worry about it.” Remus said, taking the paper from her hands and dropping it to the floor, his eyes still fixed on hers. The ink had got on his fingers too, and he chuckled as he looked at them. “I’ll help you write another one.”

His lips quickly found Y/N’s again, their ink stained fingers intertwining.

[atlasofearth]

so… wld anyone b interested in an au where i just put james through it 😁

(i.e complex parent relationships , homophobia (both internalized and from others) , an anxiety disorder , and religious trauma!) (and a crush on he’s best friends little brother too:-) )

[deadchaoticcosmos]

i need a drarry fic where EFFIE AND MONTY raise harry

please and thank you

[neverenoughmarauders]

HP canon debater & fanfics writer

I am in my 30s, genderfluid - she/they - Scandinavian, but live in the UK, and I am a long COVIDer/CFS/ME and lifelong PoTSer!

On this blog, I am (mostly) a canon-compliant Marauder fanfic writer - who likes to discuss the canon. I mostly ship canon (especially JILY!!!, Hinny, Romione, Tedromeda, Remadora) because I am boring, but I adore Prongsfoot and Sebinis, and I’m not anti most non-canon ships if they are true to their canon characterisation.

I will argue and discuss canon with anyone who's interested. If you don't care about canon, fine, but you and I probably won't enjoy each other's posts very much.

I don’t support JKR’s views (Read: I AM EXTREMELY ANTI HER VIEWS). I regularly question whether I should just abandon the fandom because of her (I have stayed away in the past), but then again, I have a strong emotional attachment to these fictional characters.

My fanfictions:

When we were up to no good - long fic that aims to be a canon compliant interpretation of the marauders - obsessively so, if I might add.

Never saw one without the other: a collection of one shots obsessing over Sirius and James' relationship

First betrayal - first ever fanfic - Jily (borderline Jilypads). Set during the first war as Lily discovers she's pregnant

Jily microfics

My @sorenphelps The Bodyguard AU inspired stories can be found here (but check out the whole AU!!!)

Wolfstar stories: A Close Second (Wolfstar raising Harry) and It doesn't matter (a wolfstar and Jily Christmas story)

A bit of anti-werewolf legislation - my Dolores Umbridge fanfic (yeah, I write weird shit!)

When we were up to no good

This long fic consists of 4 parts, and was me very much wanting more fics that are consistent with canon as per this post.

Part 1: I solemnly swear - COMPLETE

Quote: 'No friendship is an accident'

We meet our cast of heroes age 11 and follow them as they become the dear friends we know them to be. James and Snape become sworn enemies. This part ends shortly after the big discovery.

Part 2: Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs.

Quote: 'The best memories come from bad ideas with best friends'

The boys really become that tight-knit group we like to call the marauders: they set out to become animagi; Sirius and James become the popular, bullying gits we see in the Pensieve; the Whomping Willow incident happens and this part ends shortly after Snape's worst memory.

Part 3: Mischief Managed.

Quote: 'They say I changed a lot. I say a lot changed me' 

The war has always been in the background (quite present actually), but it's at this point our story takes a really dark turn. The Marauders face their last two years of Hogwarts, James does some serious growing up, becomes Head Boy - and of course, starts dating Lily Evans. This ends with our heroes graduating Hogwarts.

Part 4: Until the very end.

Quote: ' Let us live, since we must die' 

One Order, a wedding, two childbirths, one prophecy, lots and lots of death, and one big, heart-breaking betrayal.

[theyrealllesbians]

I'm really in the mood to start writing again, but I have absolutely no ideas (apart from a marauders fic where they all have to escape and hide during the war efforts, im ngl the only scene i have planned is the last one) so!!! if anyone has any ideas that they wouldn't mind me writing let me know!!

[obsidian33]

The Last Song of the Brightest Star: The Rise of the Dark Lord

Chapter 4: First Impression

Sparkling silver light filtered through the windows, and Sirius stood there, dressed in an emerald green suit, his dark eyes gleaming. Numerous pearls adorned his fingers as he twisted his wand, testing its abilities.

"You were saying," he continued.

"I apologise, M-master…" came a shivering voice from in front of him.

"Do you think your apologies serve any purpose?" Sirius' voice was dark, cold, and sharp. His gaze was icy as he looked over his opponent. He rather enjoyed the power and couldn't help but smile a little.

"I… I… am unsure… What else…"

"Unsure. Didn't look so unsure when you faltered. Fraternising with Mudbloods, blood traitors, and half-breeds," he said, his voice silky.

Silence followed, except for his enemy's shivers. Sirius was satisfied to see the floor beneath his enemy was drenched in tears or sweat.

"Very well," he said with finality. "Look me in the eyes."

His enemy slowly raised his head, hands trembling.

"Look. At. Me,” He ordered.

A pale white face, much younger, came into view. Long black hair, once perfect but now shabby and wet. Grey eyes, clouded by an emotion he did not yet know. The features were strikingly similar. With a jolt, he realised it was himself, his younger self!

Before he could stop, the darker version of Sirius cast a spell, and jet red sparks shot out of his wand. Pain, unlike anything he had ever known, consumed him. He lay there writhing, screaming. No one heard him, no one knew where he was. No one cared.

“Sirius! Sirius… W… Wake up!”

He woke with a start and was surprised to see a pair of specs zooming in front of him, bright sunlight reflected in it. 

[erectomyjunko]

a letter from Remus to James and peter (first year)

jam and pete,

merry christmas! i know it was yesterday but i didnt have time to write. oops.

jamie, tell your mum thank you for the blanket and sweets. very nice of her.

pete, why the hell did you send me a drawing of myself for christmas? and why on gods green earth did you make me like eight feet tall? is that stacks of books behind me? am i wearing heels??

please tell me you drew one of jam too. cant wait to see it.

what did you tossers get for christmas?

remus

[arbre-mes-espaces]

The monsters on AO3 are standing between me and Sirius Time. I will not (will not) allow this.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Me at age 13, exhausted at school after staying up all night to read fanfic: I can’t wait until I’m an adult and I can stay up reading without any consequences!

Me, an adult, exhausted at work after staying up all night reading fanfic: Fuck.

[spideyanakin]

Reader being a cat to reveal who the traitor is genius. And I think peter noticed the symbolism behind it.

The part with the widow pearls was sad, rip regulus 😔

I cant wait to read more on reader being Madam Black 🤭

THANK YOU HIHIHIHIHI

I'm so glad you noticed <3 I was so happy when I came up with the idea of the cat hihi. Also reg will always be in our hearts ♥️

here is mr black and mrs black reuniting to heal our hearts

all I think about now - masterlist

summary - sirius black x malfoy + slytherin! reader, the order takes a break after peter has been caught, sirius joins you outside for some fresh air (and some revelations)

warnings - revelations and reunions <3, yearning, longing, and everything in between. mentions of minor character death (r's mom who was sick), smoking (s bad for u), james being a menace, spot the Metallica reference lmao

read the part before

The soft autumn air suddenly felt heavy.

You kept facing the sea, watching as the waves grazed the sand below the cliff. You could feel Sirius shifting beside you, the sound of his leather jacket, the zipper of a pocket, and the crisp sound of a cigarette box with the wrapper still half on.

The spark of his lighter caught the corner of your eye, and soon after followed a cloud of smoke gently blown your way by the wind.

With your gaze still fixed on the waves, you saw his hand move towards you, offering you his cigarette. You took it without a second thought. You hadn't smoked since the last time you had seen him.

You took two long drags before you handed it back to him, your gazes still refusing to meet.

A sense of deja vue filled you. Suddenly you were back atop the astronomy tower at the start of your seventh year. Tension slithering between you before it would hopefully crack.

You knew how it had gone the last time. You could never stay apart from him for long. You had always felt close, no matter how far. No matter how many times life has pulled you away from one another, you still felt that tug, that string pull you towards him.

But no matter how hard it was, there was a reason the two of you had called it off the last time. There was a reason you had tried to break that unbreakable string.

You were to be married to his brother, which you now were.

You had pledged your allegiance to the dark lord.

There wasn’t a world anymore where the two of you could have attempted keeping this up.

In 7th year, you were already risking your life sneaking around. You had both risked your lives trying to see each other after graduation, and then he had risked his life coming to see you, for one the last time, the night before your wedding.

The grey area you had been dancing around had been reduced to ashes by the exceedingly fast brewing war.

And now, as you smoked together watching the waves dance upon the sand, it seemed that maybe, just maybe there was a flicker of hope for a happy ending.

But how could he forgive you for never choosing him?

After an unknown number of smoke clouds, he sighed. It wasn't out of annoyance. It was soft, as if he was finally getting rid of an unknown tension that prevented him from voicing anything.

"How have you been?" You could tell he had a hard time asking. Voice laced with rugged emotions as he kept his gaze toward the waves.

You finally dared to look at him.

"Frankly, I do not really know. You?"

He laughed the tension out his shoulders, "frankly? I don't know either."

"Well, that makes two of us."

It took him another minute before he looked at you after he discarded his cigarette.

You stayed without a word spoken as he scanned your face. Your tired eyes peering back at him.

His hair was longer than when you last saw him, and a huddle of tattoos peeked out of his clothes anywhere skin would dare show. You could tell he was probably just as tired as you, but his eyes still held that fire you loved so much about him.

Salazar you had missed him.

But emotions didn't have time to surface because soon enough his gaze tore away from you, and you found yourself looking down to your shoes.

"How long have you been on our side?" He asked, and you heard him huff as he tried fishing for a second cigarette.

"Since we left Hogwarts."

You watched as Sirius dropped his lighter, a surprised groan leaving his lips.

You both bent down to pick it up, fingers brushing as you reached for the lighter first. You handed it to him.

It felt like sparks flew from the mere brush of your hands, and you knew Sirius had felt it too by the surprise in his eyes. With a second too long of your hands lingering, you finally spoke through the ice.

"I missed you."

"Why didn't you tell me you were working for the order?" His voice was soft, and you carefully scanned his traits as he placed his new cigarette to his lips and lit it.

"To keep you safe."

"I could have handled it."

"Sirius..."

"I can't believe it."

"Is it so hard to believe?"

"If I’m being honest, yeah!" His voice rose from an octave or two until he got quieter again. "After you refused to come with me, twice. Yeah. Especially since, apparently, the second time I asked, you were already allied with Albus."

"Sirius..." you trailed as you watched him advert your gaze as he burned away his cigarette, sighing half of the smoke through his nose.

"You couldn't leave. I know." He looked down.

"I wanted to," you stepped closer to face him, trying to gain his eyes. "You out of anyone should know how desperately I wanted to be like you, be with you," your voice quivered. "But I had strings attaching me there, I had my mother to take care of, and then- then when she passed and I finally thought I could leave, that nothing kept me back anymore I-" You stopped in your rambles, too afraid of voicing the rest of your thoughts.

Sirius was staring back at you with glassy eyes, mouth slightly agape at your sudden confession. You were about to leave. You were actually going to, but then his face hardened again, the sudden reminder of reality hitting him.

He didn't need to be a genius to figure out what had kept you there. If his information was correct your son was born around nine months after your wedding. Your mother died barely two months after the ceremony.

"Another string kept you attached."

"Yes," your voice was hoarse over the suppression of your tears, and it took you another minute before you managed to use your voice again. "I didn't mean it to."

That seemed to get his attention, and you watched as confusion riddled his eyes.

You took in a sharp breath. You weren't even close to ready to have this conversation, but here you were, plotting against the dark lord, not even being sure of making it past these next few weeks.

It was now or never.

"Breaks over!" James's voice rang from the opened window, causing your shoulders to jump at the interruption.

Sirius dropped his dying cigarette before pressing it with his foot and giving you the best sad and tired smile he could muster as he headed back to the door.

"Wait, Sirius," you caught his arm before he could grab the handle. "If anything were to happen... to me or r-" you caught yourself. "If anything were to happen, promise me you will take care of Perseus."

You could feel him tense under your touch at the mention. His expression almost stoic as his movements fully stopped.

He caught your gaze and suddenly something seemed to shift in him, he almost smiled.

"So that's the little rascal's name."

The lightness in his voice took you aback, and you almost smiled too.

"Yes. Perseus Sirius Black," you sheepishly mumbled and watched his eyes widen.

"Is that why Walburga and Orion finally kicked the bucket? Must of given them both of heart attack," he mumbled and this time you couldn't help but smile.

"No," you bit your lip. "Your mother insisted he wore Reg’s name. We told her he did but we wrote Sirius on the official papers."

"First borns usually take their middle names after their fathers."

“They do…"

Sirius couldn’t decipher your expression but took it as a sheepish ‘we broke the rules, so what’ because he couldn’t even dare to even think of looking into the fact that you could mean anything else by it.

"Didn't take my brother for a sentimental," he muttered before fixing his hair in attempt to distract himself. "I'll do what I can, but I promise you, it won't come to that. You'll come home to him."

He reached for the door again, and the burning feeling that after tonight, you weren’t sure when you would see him again came nagging at your gut.

The same voice rang through your mind again.

It was now, and If not, the possibility of never.

"Regulus never laid a finger on me," you blurted out.

Sirius turned back to you with a confused expression, one hand already on the door handle.

"We, um-" You were blinking extremely fast now, heart fluttering uncontrollably as he awaited for you to elaborate. "Weneverconsummatedthemarriage."

"Sorry?" Sirius tried to comprehend the string of blabber. He had heard it. But it just didn't make sense in is mind.

Nope. Absolutely zero sense.

But then by the look of absolute terror and pain in your eyes, he seemed to connect two and two together.

His jaw opened by itself, literally like one of those muggle cartoons Lily made Harry watch on Friday nights using what she called a TV.

He wanted to speak. Say something, anything. But all words died down in the back of his throat.

Suddenly Sirius fell. One second he was leaning against the door and the next he was being swished backwards and harshly onto the wooden floor of location twelve, which didn't make any sense because there was supposed to be a door behind him.

He blinked to realize that his hand was indeed still securely on the handle of said door, with James sheepishly on the other side of it.

"Prongs!"

"Sorry mate didn't know you were behind it." He looked at you and then back at Sirius, "we're waiting for you."

[erectomyjunko]

I can't wait to include this in my fic. friendships will be destroyed.

Uno was create in 1971.

Marauders shifters. You know what to add to your script.

[fallsndreamsalone]

[atlasofearth]

finally finished writing up chapter 10 of astrologia and i would like to announce the first ship of 4? 5? idk HAS GOT TOGETHER!!! 😭🙏😭🙏😭🙏😭🙏😭🙏 i didn’t wanna detail any getting together that wasn’t jegulus bc i wanted to avoid repetition but this scene wrote itself idk

tune in guys… coming Soon

[deadchaoticcosmos]

trying to study in the libary was a.normal thing for regulus but what happens when he hears something he doesn't like and is furious but along the way accidentally spills a secret or two?

i actually posted the micro-fic i posted here on ao3 if anyone cares

@ducky-sav inspired all of this so thank you:)