#Orion–Cygnus Arm

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic September 6 - prompt 6: Time-Turner [word count 622]

It had become a sort of routine, the first night after they all came back to Hogwarts after spending the holidays apart. After the train ride, and the banquet, when they closed the door of their dorm, they kicked off their shoes and gathered on James’s bed. There, Sirius finally let the cheery mask he had worn since that morning drop and nestled in James’s arms, James delicately passing a hand in his hair. Remus kneeled at the bottom of the bed and slowly rolled up Sirius’s trousers, doing his best not to grimace at the sight of the new wounds appearing on the back of Sirius’s calves, and delicately applied a healing pomade Poppy gave him every Full, before bandaging them. Peter then carefully measured the right amount of drops of the Sleeping Draught he had brewed to give Sirius a good, dreamless night of sleep without knocking him out immediately. After that they all relaxed back on the pillows, or on James’s chest in Sirius’s case, and played the Time-Turner game.

“If I had a Time-Turner,” Peter was saying in that moment, “I would travel back and meet the founders of Hogwarts.”

“That would be cool,” Remus agreed. “I wonder how different they were to how they’ve been pictured in History.”

“I’m a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin, according to family lore,” Sirius yawned, the Sleeping Draught evidently close to achieving its goal. “So he must have been insanely hot too.”

“Of course, Pads,” James smiled, patting him on the head.

Remus caught himself nodding and stopped immediately, but not before Peter shot him a knowing look and he turned away, feeling his cheeks heat up. Damn that stupid crush of his on Sirius fucking Black of all people.

“If I had a Time-Turner,” James went on, “I would travel back and watch a Quidditch game when McGonagall played Chaser for Gryffindor.”

“That would be awesome!” Peter exclaimed. “Also, can you imagine her at our age?”

There was a moment of silence, then they all shook their heads laughing. Sirius managed to yawn mid-laugh and ended up closing his eyes, his nose buried  in James’s shirt.

“If I had a Time-Turner,” Remus said, “I would go back and meet Merlin himself.”

“I kind of imagine him like Dumbledore in a way. Maybe you would find out they’re related,” James smiled, moving his hand in Sirius’s hair. “Pads? Do you want to keep playing or are you asleep?”

“If I had a Time-Turner,” Sirius mumbled without even opening his eyes, “I would travel back and stop my mother and my Uncle Cygnus from murdering my Uncle Alphard, so that he could live on and take me and Regulus in.”

A stunned silence followed, the only sound Sirius’s snores. They looked at each other, eyes wide, each wondering if what they had just heard was true, each of them knowing deep down it was. Nothing was past the so-called Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, and they were well placed to know not even their own members were safe. Remus’s hands balled into fists as James’s arms closed protectively around Sirius’s sleeping form.

“If I had a Time-Turner, I would go back and blast both Orion and Walburga Black out of existence,” Remus whispered.

He swallowed, his eyes moving from Sirius’s bandaged calves to his face, finally serene in his sleep. Peter leaned closer and silently pried Remus’s hands open just before he could break the skin.

“Unfortunately,” Remus went on, his voice trembling, “they did manage to make one of the things I love the most in this world and I would never want to lose him.”

He was grateful his friends chose just to nod and smile at him.

[morehotch]

[1:17 AM]

spencer's limbs and your own are entangled together, one of his arms thrown over your waist, pulling your back close against his chest. you haven't felt any movement from him except his rhythmic breathing and start to wonder if he's actually asleep until you feel his touch gently move across your bare shoulder.

his palm warmly slides across your spine and the direct contact makes you shiver a little- in a really good way. one of his fingertips moves across your back, almost like he's tracing something, but you can't quite discern what it is. still, the gesture itself makes you feel so incredibly endeared that something blooms inside of you that you can't entirely understand in the moment, something like overwhelming love. 

“what're you doing?” you mumble, voice hoarse from not speaking for a while. you stay with your back to spencer, not having the energy to turn around and face your boyfriend, and not wanting to mess up your current comfortable and cozy position.

spencer responds easily, his low voice makes your heart beat a little faster. “just tracing the constellations.” he continues softly, “this is orion.” you feel him gently trace a pattern along your skin. “and this is cygnus,” he says as his fingers continue to graze across your skin.

"i didn't know you knew the constellations," you smile, although not that surprised. you've known spencer long enough to not be shocked at all the things he somehow manages to know.

you can hear the grin in his voice when he repsonds, "yeah, i had this big book of constellations when i was a kid. i read it all the time."

spencer loved his book of stars when he was younger; when his dad had already left and his mom was in bed a lot and spencer could never sleep. when he would sit outside in the humid, las vegas heat and stare up at the stars, trying to make sense of everything he felt; looking for some sort of sign or maybe even an answer. something that made sense. it's all muscle memory now as he traces the same patterns he spotted in the sky, his own little constellations, against your skin.

“feels nice," you sigh simply, enjoying his soft, warm touch. "show me another," you murmur, now turning your body to face him as he smiles widely at your request.

“this is cassiopeia.” he thumbs a small pattern on your skin that resembles a simple zig zag. “it’s supposed to be a seated queen.”

“let me try,” you find yourself surrounded by spencer as your arms find their way around his neck. you trace a similar pattern to the one he showed you on his own bare shoulder blade. spencer's eyes flutter shut as he shudders, “that was good, really good.” he says softly, eyes remaining closed but he's still smiling back at you, totally relaxed.

“good,” you whisper back, continuing to trace the zig zag pattern up and down his back, slowly lulling him into a content sleep. there's something satisfying watching spencer fall asleep. it's something he deserves but is not so often granted to him and you love that he feels safe and comfortable with you. you shift to return back to your original spooning position- but not before pressing a sweet kiss to spencer's forehead.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 5 - Whump

@wolfstarmicrofic July 5, word count 994

Not gonna lie I had no idea what this prompt meant so had to look it up. I hope it's right 😅

CW - Torture, use of the cruciatus curse

His father grabbed him by the collar and forced him to walk down the hallway towards the library. He struggled as best he could, but Orion Black knew what he was doing. He flung Sirius onto the hearth rug. Sirius grunted at the manhandling but stubbornly got to his feet and glowered at his father. He hadn’t even done anything this time. He’d been lounging on his bed reading a wizarding history book for Merlin’s sake. 

The library door opened again and a procession of family members filed in. Bella and her husband, Cissa and Lucius, Cygnus and Druella. Then finally his mother. This wouldn't be good. 

He automatically stood up straight with his head held high like he’d been trained to do his entire life. 

“Father, what is going on?” His voice adopted his old accent as a form of self-preservation. His eyes flickered to his mother’s side where Regulus’s grey eyes peeped from. 

“Stop being pathetic Regulus,” Walburga scolded her youngest son, dragging him from behind her. Sirius’s eye twitched as he watched Regulus grit his teeth in pain as Walburga’s hand squeezed tightly around his arm. Sirius had to tense his muscles to stop himself from crossing the room and wrenching her hand from his brother’s arm. 

“It is time for you to take your place in this family, Sirius.” Orion brought Sirius’s attention back to him. His ears pricked as Bella laughed her horrid cackle, but he never took his eyes off his father. He swallowed and steadied himself. 

“What would you have me do, Father?” He kept his jaw clenched tightly, silencing himself. 

“It is time you proved yourself the true heir of the Black family and join us in the new future that shall soon begin.” He felt his stomach sink. This was more than just taking over from his father. 

He allowed his eyes to quickly scan the room. The only ones that seemed uncertain were his aunt, Narcissa and Regulus. His eyes rested on his mother and her superior scowl. This was bad. 

“Enough pretty words Uncle,” Bellatrix burst out, ripping the sleeve from her forearm. “It is time, little cousin, to take the mark and join your family in our rightful place.” She rasped proudly, the snake and skull tattoo stark against her pale skin.

“Father, you can’t be serious!” He turned back to Orion, panic creeping into his voice. 

“We have allowed your little rebellions for too long, Sirius,” Walburga took over as he knew she would. “You will take the mark, Sirius, and you will find more suitable companions. From this day you will no longer associate with the Potter boy and the other riff-raff you seem so fond of.” He couldn’t help it, he shook his head at her. No. “If you won’t agree on your own, then we will make you!” She raised her wand at him. “Crucio!” She spat the curse at him. He watched in slow motion as the red spell crackled its way towards him. 

The pain was unlike anything he’d ever felt. His skin was melting from his bones. A thousand knives sliced into his nerves. Time meant nothing as the pain engulfed him. Then, just like that, it was gone. He was on the floor. He didn’t remember falling. He lifted his head defiantly. 

“Crucio!” Bella cackled with glee. The pain shot back through him, harsher than the first time. He screamed, his throat felt like it was ripping itself apart. He was on the floor again, panting, when his cousin lifted the spell. His body spasmed with aftershocks. But again he raised his head. 

“Crucio!” Orion drawled, flicking his wand at his eldest son. Sirius’s scream croaked out of his burning throat as he thrashed about on the floor. Orion let up sooner than his mother and Bella had, but at this point it meant very little.

It took him what felt like hours to raise himself onto his knees and raise his head this time. He glared at his mother. Seeing Regulus’s blank face beside her. 

“Crucio!” Multiple voices said in unison. He had no idea which of his family members had cursed him this time, but the pain spread to every part of his being. His spine curved backwards and his neck followed. His muscles were so tense he was sure they were tearing. He felt his mind starting to bend towards madness. But he refused to let them win. He conjured Remus’s face to the front of his mind, blocking out what he could. His vision became fuzzy and blackness crept in at the corners. As he lost consciousness, he kept that vision of Remus close.

When he came to, the room was empty. They’d tortured him until he couldn’t take it any more and then left him, broken on the floor. 

“Sirius,” A whimper came from the corner. “Sirius, can you get up?” Regulus’s face appeared above him. “Sirius, you have to go! They’ll kill you,” Something dripped onto his scorching face.

He was rolled over and over and into green flames. “Potter Manor!” Regulus choked out. Sirius’s last view of his family home was of a shaking, tearful Regulus as he swirled away in green flames. 

He landed with a thump on the hearth of Potter Manor in the middle of the night. 

“Sirius?” A voice he’d know anywhere gasped into the quiet room. Candles around the room suddenly burst into life and Remus was holding him, stroking his hair from his face. Sirius burst into tears and grasped at Remus, needing him closer. Remus wrapped him in his arms, murmuring sweet words to him as he gently rocked him. “You're safe now. I promise you’re safe. I won’t ever let them hurt you again.” And for the first time in a long time, Sirius felt safe. He spotted the Potters coming down the stairs and let his eyes close as he lost consciousness again, safe in Remus's strong arms.   

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

Knives and the House of Black

You know who loves knives? Members of the Black family, that's who. In my newer writings, I've been exploring knives and what they can do for the Black family. This is based in canon - Bellatrix has her handy dagger, which kills Dobby and wounds Hermione (and who knows who else), and Sirius gifts Harry a knife that can open doors (until the blade is destroyed). Personally I love the idea of the Black family having a love affair with knives.

In my micro fic for the @ladiesofhpfest's mini yesterday in honor of Bellatrix Black Lestrange, I introduced a tradition of Black family witches and wizards getting knives on their 13th birthdays. This tradition came out of the world building I'm doing in my Tedromeda/Remadora AU, Supernova. I've pre-written a good bit of the work, which includes some knife head canons. I'm happy to share them here, and if you're reading Supernova, you'll see how they all fit into the story as it goes on.

HCs for Black family knives:

Knives are goblin-wrought and imbued with a ton of familial magic. Droplets of Black family blood are folded into the silver to create a particular blood magic that prevents Black family members from harming each other with their knives. The blade dulls if it touches another family member.

How related do you have to be? The magic holds with concentration, so once you get past grandparents, it's lethal. E.g. Scorpius Malfoy and Teddy Lupin couldn't hurt each other because their grandmothers were Blacks, but their children could hack each other apart if they wanted to. This also means that Black family members' spouses are fair game - e.g. Bellatrix can play with Rodolphus as much as she likes (and she really likes).

The knives have magic of their own: when they're 13, the knives have the basic Black family magic, but when they turn 17, the knives have gotten to know their owner enough that a new, unique type of magic is revealed. (See below for each of their magics!)

The knife *always* returns to its owner unless its magic is modified or the owner is deceased. If the knife is stolen or lost, it'll come back the next day.

Black family witches wear their knives around their thighs. The holsters are lightweight and barely noticeable. The holster is made of leather and the blade cleans itself within. Black family wizards keep them on their arms or in their pockets. The witches usually get daggers and the wizards usually get pocketknives. Either way, they're self-cleaning so they don't have to worry about dirty blood on their bodies.

The Black family magic can't be taken away, even if someone is disowned.

The knives are long enough to pierce the heart, or can be extended to do so.

The witches' daggers tend to be very ornate looking, with flowers, stars, or other patterns engraved in the handles. They're innocent looking until you're being stabbed and losing consciousness. Yay!

The wizards' knives are handsome and practical-looking. They look like ordinary pocketknives most of the time until you realize that they're about to shank you.

Now, for specific HCs on what the knives can do for each family member when they turn 17 (this is an incomplete list - it's what I have so far for Supernova, which is mostly centered on the Black family witches):

Walburga: her knife BURNS. If she's stabbing you with her dagger, it's going to scorch your skin and make your blood boil. Ouch.

Orion: his pocketknife is Walburga's opposite. It freezes, so imagine getting stabbed in the heart and then having your heart grow cold at the same time. Goodbye life.

Alphard: his pocketknife is a dual-purpose compass. It can give him directions as needed, but also points to what he most desires (think Jack Sparrow's special compass).

Cygnus: his knife temporarily blinds its victim. Not only can he stab you, but you'll be blinded for a hot minute, which makes it hard to escape.

Bellatrix: her knife ALWAYS leaves a mark. She can carve whatever she wants into whoever she wants. That scar is never going away.

Andromeda: her knife doubles as an escape. She can swish it around and create a quick bubble with which she can Apparate away as needed.

Narcissa: her knife changes shape according to her wish. This is useful with potions, but extra useful if she wants to inflict maximum damage on someone by using a serrated blade.

Sirius: his knife is the pocketknife that opens any door. He's clever enough to change the magic on it so he can gift it to Harry, because he's had enough of his family and Harry has more use for it now.

Regulus: his knife becomes invisible to anyone but him. It's an excellent way of being able to sneakily attack someone. You think he's going in for a hug or a handshake and boom, bye-bye life.

Nymphadora/Dora: this is particular to Supernova, my story, as she's being raised under different circumstances. Her dagger will heal her. When she runs her blade against a wound on her body (and her body alone) it will seal itself.

It's all fun, games, and knives, until one of them is fucking you up with their knife and having a fabulous time doing so.

[loserboyfriendrjl]

regulus black had a lonely funeral; carnations scattered around a black coffin. orion and cygnus were carrying it, and in their eyes, there was a strange sorrow, a strange regret.

walburga and druella were trailing behind. walburga, solemn as always, mourned the spare son. druella mourned the lesser of the two brothers, the weak, the meek.

bellatrix was walking in front of them, her head high, her face dry. she was not going to mourn a traitor, she was not going to cry over a man that had ruined their master. she, however, allowed herself to grieve the young man that her cousin had been, aside anything else.

narcissa stood beside her, and her eyes glistened with tears. she clung to lucius' arm, as if it was the only thing that could keep her away from falling apart, from spilling away. she had loved regulus, she really had. she had seen deep within him. she had seen the boy he hadn't been allowed to be. she had seen deeper than the façade, deeper than the skull mask, deeper than the dark mark, etched into his skin, forever black ink, now, white.

maybe that was forgiveness. in death, there are no sinners. the dead are pure, the dead are forgiven. the dead would soon be forgotten. was the change of color something meaningful, or was it a mere coincidence?

was it death that united a family so distant?

regulus black had died in a cold, empty cave. the crisp air of december was biting at their cheeks, leaving them rosy and cold, the same way their hearts were. their hearts were red and alive, and regulus' was deep within the carcass that his body was; his soul, however, had ascended (had it? or had he been such a despicable person that no one would forgive him?)

it snowed on the night of regulus black's funeral. his headstone was simple, and it read the same thing that ot read for everyone else in the black family.

regulus arcturus black

1961-1978

he hadn't been special, of course. the noble and most ancient house of black knows no exceptions, even for those they were supposed to love.

regulus black died a lonely death. regulus black had a lonely funeral; however, in the dead of the night, a slender dog knelt beside the gravestone, white tulips in his mouth. a wolf howled in the distance, pained, a wail of grief and madness. the dog's body was pressed against the cold stone.

there was something holding him there, a pulse of the earth that kept him close to a boy he had once loved, to a man he had resented.

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

walburga and sirius.

(i threw this together instead of sleeping/studying.)

when walburga is thirteen she has thought of her first born's name and when it is improbable for her to conceive she wants to rip out her skin. she takes every potion under the sky and all but imperio-s her husband.

when her womb grows she cant bare hiding it, she wants everyone everyone everyone to know how precious precious precious the child growing inside her was and she doesnt care what people say and when she holds sirius for the first time she thinks his fate is the stars and he shines brighter than them all when she nurses him she says every sweet thing she never heard and when he's ill for the first time she forgets her name and how to breathe

when he cries she screams and silencio-s him. it's only because it hurts her to see her baby upset.

walburga loves sirius so much she hates him , she sees herself in sirius and she nurtures it , she sees her father in sirius and pushes him away , sirius is hers and she is sirius' , sirius knows her better than anyone (orion is afraid of her and he should be , regulus is young & too much like his father , alphard is a pest , she has to keep too many appearances up with cygnus), sirius is perfect perfect perfect she favors him shamelessly he is cunning and charming and witty and brave and ambitious and good looking he is everything everything everything a man should be and she forgets her husband for her son so she can feel some semblance of companionship in her life

sirius doesnt rebel.

he doesnt he doesnt he doesnt so why is he? he is good and he shit-talks people who deserve it so why why why is he yelling at walburga that morning no no no this . this is her baby this is her star the brightest the brightest the brigh why does he scream like she does and walk away the same way he's not like her he is better he is supposed to surpass her surpass them al .

she tries to help him . she's gentle , she never cuts too deep she always makes sure he's mobile she makes sure he knows how much it hurts her because she's not a bad mother she is good she is exceptionally good and lenient and gentle and cygnus thinks she's stupid but what does he know? andromeda is having an affair, he should focus on his own children.

but sirius sirius sirius he goes to hogwarts and she feels as if her soul has been ripped in two she feels she feels she feels so much that she doesnt see anyone for days

maybe she's too harsh but she loves him she loves him so much she doesn't even scar him when he comes home no matter how much orion anyone says he deserves it because her baby's home he's home he's

when she leaves again orion says she has regulus too and she tells him she knows but he isnt sirius

her son stops visiting and she misses him every christmas and birthday and thanksgiving and easter and new year's and

when sirius angry, he screams and walburga screams louder still because why is he angry? what did she do wrong? nothing, she thinks, nothing. hogwarts has made sirius small, his filthy friends have tainted sirius and she wishes she could chain him to the foot of her bed so he knows how much he means to her.

sirius mentions something about andromeda not being so bad and walburga wants to kill cygnus

he grows taller than her, her voice grows deeper and louder and walburga feels threatened when he yells, now, and she cant she cant she cant because that's her baby.

he was in her. he was in her. he was her.

he's starting to look like her father. she strikes him for it. why was he torturing her?

she's going mad, and it's not . it can't be because of sirius.

she clings closer to regulus when sirius stops appearing for holidays. she grips his arm too tight and she fixes his posture with more venom but it's only because sirius was born perfect . walburga never did have to teach him , did she?

when sirius is back for fourth year she is scared and angry and she tells him off and she tells him everything he does wrong and he looks at her like he hates her

walburga doesn't know what she's doing till sirius is screaming . mom mom mom im sorry im sorry im sor

she's not bad. she's not evil. sirius is simply misguided. (alphard said he liked him, that once. maybe he had a talk with him. maybe she should kill alphard for taking her boy away.)

after hogwarts, she will fix him again and he will be hers and she will be his

sirius comes home from christmas in his fifth year.

walburga never wants to let him go. sirius never wants to, either.

that summer break, he leaves.

he doesn't return.

she screams till her mouth is of blood and she curses each healer who tells her to calm down

how can she, when sirius isnt here and he never will be ever ever again

.

she clings to regulus, he's not in his room anymore

she looks to her husband and he's not there anymore

she's bitter and mad and no one visits her anymore

she is full of bitterness . she tells every portrait and every bird. she tells kreacher. when sirius appears in her dressing room mirror she tells him she hates him for what he did to her

blood traitor. had she not sent him to that bloody school, had he never interacted with those plebs, he would be hers. and she would be someone's. (for once.)

[your-girl-nina]

I can not hold this any longer. I can not ignore the fact that Walburga Black consumes my mind day and night. That I spiral in bed thinking just how horribly inhumanely human she is.

She was raised a lamb, born to wear wolf's fur. She wasn't an heir, she wasn't a man. She was a childbearer, she was the womb. She was raised to act superior but submit to her husband. To obey the family's males. At 16 her father married her off to Orion. Orion who was 9 years older than her. Her own cousin that she loved like a brother- all to keep the family's purity. She had the duty to bring heirs, especially after Alphard ran off with God knows who and Cygnus failed to bring sons. Her duty was to bring heirs to the most ancient and noble house of black, not to be a mother.

I like to think that her brother asked her to go with him, but she couldn't. She was trapped in that house with that now faceless man she called her husband, all by her own mind. She loved Orion, to some extent. He was her pillar, they say when you're not given love on a silver spoon you learn to lick it off knives- and Orion was a damn sharp knife.

She adores Sirius, still. She's allowed to love a son she resented. He was her duty fulfilled, and he was hers. Her son. Her fucking son. She raised him like her mother raised her brothers. To be perfect. To carry the legacy. To embrace purity. To stay untainted. She taught him lessons. Orion was there too. She guided Sirius, Orion gripped his arm and pulled him along.

Then Andromeda betrayed her blood. Walburga was furious. How could she?! Betray them? Nobility of all things. How could her cousin and Druella fail so badly?! She remembers that her niece was perfect. Her heart aches with anger and betrayal when she burns Andromeda off the family tapestry. She failed them and she'll pay.

By that time she was also focusing on her second son. Regulus was her everything. He was perfect. The complete opposite of his brother who seemed keen on rebellion. Her sons were horrible mirrors she loved.

Orion got harsher. Sirius was misbehaving. And her husband hurt him. She got hurt too. Her heart was seizing. She always knelt beside Sirius when Orion punished him. 'To keep him down' she told he husband. She wished to hold him after. She never could. That was weakness. And Sirius never learned? God that boy never learned no matter how much his father taught him and she guided him over and over and over again- she snaps. She starts hurting Sirius too. Her once only joy, now was only a source of pain. Every scream that tore through his throat hardened her. She had to fix him, had to make this right before things got out of hand. She had to steer Sirius right, to make sure he doesn't do what Andromeda did, to make sure he didn't cause himself more pain, more suffering, or Orion will- Sirius ran away before she could straighten the lines.

She weeped for the first time since her wedding day. She only allowed herself to cry after watching from the second floor window as Sirius climbed over the gates. The same gated Alphard climbed over years ago. Just like his uncle. That kid was just like his uncle. Somewhere in her cold heart she felt satisfaction. Sirius was everything she couldn't be, everything she wasn't brave enough to be. Even Orion watched his wife sob into the edge of the bed. He didn't comfort her. She was being weak. And he didn't hunt Sirius, Sirius was a failure.

Only after she's done he approaches. "You'll burn him off the tapestry. Set an example for Regulus". And God she hoped Regulus didn't end up like Sirius. So she got harder. Orion lost interest in heirs after. She made sure Regulus was perfect. She raised him a lamb forced to wear a wolf's fur. And God did it hurt. Weeks later she hears from Regulus that the Potter's adopted Sirius. Her son. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 son. Her flesh and blood. The only thing she could call her own chose to leave her and be someone else's. No longer hers. And he chose that. She failed like her mother. She resented Sirius, she called him a disgrace, she burned him off the tree, she called him a traitor, a failure, a mistake, a fault. But God knows she still loves him after everything.

[aeligsido]

[WM — September 2024] Prompt 23 — Pensieve.

Rating: G.

TW: none.

Characters: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Tom Riddle; heavy mention of the Black family in general.

Additional Tags: reality tv show au; the Black have a reality tv show; press; media article; implied prongsfoot in the article; implied James/Lily/Sirius/Remus in the fic; it is very much a thing in this au tbh; a bit of domesticity.

Summary: Sirius Black Returns: A Black Lives Exclusive!

Words count: 691.

A/N: Heya! I got the idea of this au some time ago and decided to have a bit of fun here eheh. I hope you like it! 💕

@wolfstarmicrofic

read on ao3.

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SIRIUS BLACK RETURNS: A BLACK LIVES EXCLUSIVE!

Black Lives, the most watched reality TV show first in the UK, then in the world, from Pensieve Production, is well-known, and so is the family the show follows. The Blacks, from the late English nobility, started this project almost fifteen years ago, and it had since been going strong. The shows followed closely Walburga and Orion Black (or as many call them, THE power couple), beloved Alphard Black, Cygnus and Druella Black, as well as frequent apparition from Lucrecia née Black now Prewett and her husband Ignatius. Other usuals guest stars were Arcturus Black, the family patriarch, and the five family children: Bellatrix, Andromeda, Narcissa, Sirius, and Regulus, whom the show started centering itself on.

Andromeda created the scandal nine years ago when, then aged eighteen, she renounced her family to marry a commoner. (Since then, she gave birth to an adorable daughter!) Four years later — and thus five years from now — the heir of the family himself, Sirius Black, stopped appearing on the show. The family at the time told us the sixteen years-old wanted to focus on both his studies and mental health and as such, was taking a much-needed break. Of course, multiple theories spawned following this statement — but need for it no more!

Just this morning, Pensieve Production announced Sirius Black’s return in an upcoming, special, exclusive season!

“It is with great joy that we are welcoming Sirius back with us,” states Tom Riddle, the Blacks��� manager. “We missed him during those years, but we know how important it was for him. And now, he will, if he wishes so, tell you more about it himself!”

We got more details about this exclusive season as well:

“We will follow Sirius and his brother Regulus on a vacation across the Mediterranean,” announced Riddle — to the glee of quite a lot of us, I would assume! “They will be joined by a few friends, some of which are quite familiar to our long-time viewers.”

Some of those friends are already confirmed. As such, we will greet James Potter (Sirius Black’s long-term best friend, and maybe more), as well as Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin, and a young lady somes could have forgotten but who appeared a few times in Sirius' last season on the show, Mary Macdonald.

Riddle teased—

“What are you reading?”

Remus startles, his phone almost falling out of his hands; Sirius, thankfully, catches it. Not thankfully, he starts reading the article — and groans rather unnecessarily, if anyone asks Remus.

“How many times did I tell you not to read those?”

“It was in my recommendations?” he tries innocently.

Sirius sends him an unimpressed look.

“James!” he hollers, and then waits; from somewhere on the ground floor of their house, James hollers right back.

“Yes?”

“We need to keep Remus away from Internet!”

“Hey!” he protests, but Sirius just drops a kiss into his hair with a smirk and no answer.

“Okay!” unhelpfully agrees James; it would be it if Lily hadn’t appeared in the doorway, then, a pile of her favorite fluffy towels in her arms.

“What for?”

Sirius waves Remus's phone as if its answer enough. Lily reaches for it, checks the screen, and sighs.

“Oh, Remus,” she says with a soft, concerned tone he hates having directed at him.

“I just wanted to read a few comments,” he mutters.

“It’s my first time and even I know it’s a bad idea,” she notes, handing the phone back to Sirius. They exchange a look, and she nods decidedly before leaving again.

“Easy to say, everyone loves her,” Remus mutters some more. He has grown disaccoutumed of the show and all it entails over the years, perhaps. He’s feeling almost anxious now.

Sirius drops on the bed beside him, putting an arm around his shoulders and embracing him protectively.

“And we love you,” he reminds him softly.

Remus burrows himself against his chest, feeling Sirius’ heartbeat under his ear. “Yeah, I know. I love you too.”

“Good.” Sirius kisses his hair again, tender and fond, and Remus wants to bottle it and drink it every time he feels down.

[deoreoo]

Can I have something fluff with Rocket pretty please?

-💥

CITTALI

Rocket x Reader fluff!

Mhmhmhm i went crazy on this one can you tell?

Under the vast canopy of night you and Rocket found yourselves on a gentle hill away from the city’s bustling place, The grass beneath was soft and the sky above was a tapestry of shimmering stars. Rocket was always eager for exploration laid back with a sigh of contentment eyes fixed on the celestial display

"Look at that constellation," You pointed out, tracing the outline of Orion with a finger Rocket’s eyes sparkled with interest as he tried to connect the dots.

"I’ve read about that one" Rocket said, his voice filled with excitement "It’s amazing how ancient stories link to these stars"

Rocket propped himself up on one elbow, his face illuminated by the soft glow of starlight.

“Do you think there’s more out there, beyond what we can see?”

You smiled, imagining the endless possibilities

“Absolutely. The universe is so vast, and we’ve only just begun to explore it each star and planet has its own story, waiting to be discovered.”

Rocket's eyes widened with wonder the bright lights from the sky illuminating on his eyes “It’s incredible to think that somewhere out there, someone might be looking up at the same stars and wondering about us”

The thought lingered in the air as we both gazed up in contemplative silence a gentle breeze rustled the grass around us, adding to the serenity of the moment

Rocket suddenly sat up, a playful grin spreading across his face.

“Hey, let’s make a wish on a shooting star! Maybe it’ll come true.”

We watched eagerly as a streak of light crossed the sky. Rocket closed his eyes and whispered his wish while you made your own silent hopes. As the shooting star faded we both felt a warm sense of connection to the cosmos.

As the last traces of the shooting star vanished, Rocket settled back down beside you, his gaze returning to the stars. “So, what’s your favorite constellation?”

thinking for a moment before answering.

“I’ve always been fascinated by the Big Dipper. It’s not just a constellation but part of a larger group called Ursa Major. It’s been used for navigation for centuries.”

Rocket’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “That’s so cool! I’ve heard about how it’s used to find the North Star. What about other constellations?”

“Well,” you start off thinking-

“there’s Cassiopeia, which looks like a ‘W’ in the sky. It’s named after a queen in Greek mythology who was known for her beauty.”

Rocket tilted his head, considering this. “Mythology is so interesting. I’ve read that the stars in Cassiopeia are actually different distances from us, but they just look like they’re in a line because of our perspective.”

“Exactly,” you say with a grin your eyes seemingly twinkling with excitement as you continue speaking

“The stars in any constellation aren’t necessarily related to each other They’re just grouped together from our viewpoint.”

Rocket pointed to a cluster of stars. “What about that one? It looks like a triangle or maybe a dorito..."

“That’s the Summer Triangle, It’s made up of three bright stars from three different constellations- Vega in Lyra, Deneb in Cygnus, and Altair in Aquila. Together, they make a distinctive shape that’s easy to spot.”

Rocket traced the triangle with his finger, visibly impressed.

“I love how each constellation has its own story and significance. It’s like the night sky is a huge, cosmic tapestry, and every star is a thread in it.”

Then he turned to you with a huge goofy grin

"But you seem to be a nerd when it comes to the stars"

"I'll take it as a compliment thank you!" You snort as you playfully smack his arm making him retaliate and slap you back earning fits of laughter under the starry sky

As we both continued to converse about the constellations, Rocket's gaze became wistful. He looked up at the stars with a thoughtful expression, lost in his own imagination.

“You know” Rocket began slowly “sometimes I wish I could be a star in another timeline. Imagine being part of that endless dance of light shining brightly for centuries, and seeing the universe change over time.”

You glance at Rocket intrigued and amused by his thought. “That sounds interesting i wonder what would it be like?”

Rocket’s eyes sparkled as he spoke. “I’d love to be a star, witnessing the birth of new celestial bodies, watching planets form and maybe even seeing distant civilizations look up and wonder about me. It would be like being part of something so grand and timeless”

You smiled, touched by Rocket’s poetic vision. “It’s amazing to think about how every star has its own journey. Even though we’re just observers, we’re connected to that grand narrative in our own way.”

Rocket nodded, his gaze fixed on the distant stars. “Yeah.... It makes me feel like even if I’m not a star, I’m still part of the same vast universe It’s comforting to think that our dreams and wishes are intertwined with the cosmos.”

As the chill of the night settled around us, Rocket shifted closer, wrapping hiself with his arms we sat side by side, the gentle rustle of the grass the only sound besides our quiet breathing.

Rocket’s voice softened to a contented murmur. “Even if we’re not stars, moments like these make me feel like we’re part of something just as magical.”

Iooking over and saw Rocket’s eyes reflecting the starry sky.

“Absolutely. It’s moments like these that make the universe feel a little smaller and a lot more beautiful.”

We both sighed in unison, feeling a deep sense of peace the stars above seemed to twinkle a bit more brightly as if sharing in our quiet joy as the night wore on we drifted into a comfortable silence wrapped in the softness of the moment and the shared warmth of friendship.

With the cosmos as our backdrop and the promise of more adventures to come feeling myself close my eyes feeling truly content and connected under the infinite sky

[thefiery-phoenix]

Hello. How are you? I hope I'm not bothering you. I'm so sorry your old blog is gone. But I believe you can start over. I wish you the best of luck on your new blog. Can I make a request if requests are open? You shared it once. I wonder if you can do it like part 2? Can you share more for yandere husbands Pollux Black, Cygnus Black, Orion Black, Alphard Black and Severus Snape ? Please

Don't worry you're not bothering me dear, and thank you for the kind wishes for my new blog, I really appreciate the love and support I've received from all of you during those difficult times. I was pretty dejected when my blog got deleted for no reason but it's okay, I'll start over, a fresh start and sure, let's get into this

I'll have to write only for Pollux and Cygnus unfortunately, you've requested for too many characters 😭 Please request for not more than 2 or 3 characters at least for a scenario next time, it gets overwhelming to write for more. I sincerely apologize 😔

Pollux Black: Pollux might love you and be obsessed with you but if you dare to act up in front of him he's not going to appreciate it. As much as he cares for you he's really not above using the Cruciatus curse on you when you misbehave with him and demand for silly things like your freedom and wanting to see your friends and family. He's your family now, you're supposed to be content staying with him, he's already providing everything for you despite your constant tantrums and protests which he's willingly and patiently tolerating, and yet you say you don't want to be with him?

As soon as those words come out of your mouth, you'll be wishing you'd never said that in the first place judging by the dark look that's now plastered across his face. After he's done with torturing you for a while, he'll lock you in a room and ignore you till you apologize to him by literally begging him to pay attention to you, which is what he wants. You better hope and pray to whatever God you believe in because this deranged lunatic will hunt down every friend, family member and person you've come in contact with at least once in your lifetime and murder them right in front of you

If it's a random stranger who bumped into you on some random day, even better as he'll taunt you for having the blood of them on your hands and gaslight you by saying how all this is your fault because you refused to love him and reciprocate his feelings back. This is why I called him a deranged lunatic. When you finally do apologize, his personality will change drastically, like going from a zero to 360 in just a matter of seconds. He'll gently kiss your hands and tell you that you've been a good little darling for him as he patches you up, this bipolar MF 😒 All in all, just be good and you won't have a hard time dealing with this lunatic and try not to make him jealous by mentioning other people in front of him, things will get messy

Cygnus Black: Cygnus is quite fond of books and if you're a writer, lady luck just graced you with good fortune, however of course, as usual there will be consequences since well, is a Black after all. Cygnus will allow you to pursue whatever interests and hobbies you have after he's taken you because he knows you'll be lonely staying cooped up indoors all day long without magic. If you're fond of art, he'll get you the best art supplies galleons and knuts can buy from a reputed store. If you're fond of reading books he'll gladly join you when you're reading as he slowly wraps a protective arm around your waist and pulls you in closer to him while the two of you read. He won't really mind it if you decide to lay down on his lap, he'll be thrilled that you're finally trusting him after so long as he secretly basks in his moment of victory and gently runs his fingers through your hair

This man is territorial and possessive, you can't do anything without taking his permission first and unfortunately that rule applies to you wanting to get your books published for everyone else to read. You decided to ask him about this one day during dinner. He noticed there was something on your mind and you were unusually quiet, at first he thought of using Occlumency on you to find out what you were thinking about, however he decided to be generous and gave you the chance to explain yourself. He'll most definitely use his Occlumency skills on you later though, you know, just as a precautionary measure to make sure you aren't thinking about anything silly like trying to get away from him

"You're quiet today...quiet than usual, I can tell there's something on your mind" he said in a nonchalant voice as he sipped his Earl Grey tea and surveyed you with a calculating look in his eyes, silently trying to draw an answer from you. You slightly fidgeted with the hem of your robes and spoke "I was wondering if I could publish a few of my works to the public..." You were greeted with silence in return as you mentally winced at yourself for coming up with this idea in the first place. You could tell he didn't appreciate the question you've just asked him judging by the way he was starting at you with an unreadable expression on his face

He got up from his chair and strode towards you as he lifted your chin with his finger. "Dear, why would you want insignificant pathetic vermin to tell you how good your work is when you already have me? Is my presence for you not enough?" You were struggling to think of saying something that wouldn't anger him as he continued to speak. "Your writing is one of a kind my love, the others... they're like mere flies who have no experience when it comes to writing, they don't know how creative and beautiful your mind is when you imagine something and put those very thoughts on a parchment. And yet some of them dare criticize you, your work is reserved for me and ONLY me, they don't know you like I do.... the sooner you get rid of this silly notion of yours, the better" as you nodded your head silently and kept eating your dinner

Sure enough he kept a close eye on you whenever you wrote something to make sure your writing didn't go public. Part of him was worried that you'd include some secret message in your writing and then he'd lose you, no.... he couldn't lose you.... he won't lose you, you're his and he'll make sure people pay dearly if they dared to take you away from him

[otrtbs]

hello trying smth. a bit. different under the cut?

Druella

Bellatrix is born on Halloween. On October 31st 1951, she becomes the eldest daughter of Druella and Cygnus Black, and she doesn’t cry. She just peers up at Druella with wide-round eyes and a calm, unaffected disposition. It’s eerie. It’s haunting. That’s something that always worried Druella– the Halloween birth, Bellatrix’s refusal to come into the world kicking and screaming and fighting for air like a normal child would. Druella worries that Bellatrix is cursed, born on the day of skeletons, death, evil spirits, and darkness. She tried to hold out a few more hours, she begged the mediwitches at St. Mungo’s to delay the birth somehow through grunts of pain and the sweat forming on her brow. She attempted to not push through her contractions, but it was pointless. 

“They say babies born on Halloween are immune to evil spirits,” the mediwitch whispers to Druella as Cygnus sleeps in a chair in the corner of the room, arms crossed and shoulders slumped. “The veil between the living and the dead is thinnest tonight. So she’ll probably have a strong connection with the spirit world. She might even be given the gift of second sight,” she adds sagely, attempting to calm Druella’s fears. “A blessing.”

Druella holds Bellatrix in her arms, she’s sleeping and swaddled in a soft blanket, a peaceful expression on her face, but Druella can’t escape the feeling of hesitant fear bubbling beneath the surface. A bomb waiting to explode. “She didn’t even cry,” she lets out an exhausted sigh. 

The mediwitch gives her a soft smile. “It happens. Her heart rate is stable and she is breathing normally. She’s perfectly healthy.” The witch finishes cleaning up a few things around the room and removes her gloves. “Be sure to let me know if you need anything. Someone will be here to check on you shortly.” As she turns to leave, she pauses for a moment with her hand on the handle, debating something. Then, with a quick look back and a sharp breath she says, “It’s going to be okay.” 

Druella wishes she could believe her. 

Bellatrix grows a little every day. She’s healthy, she never cries, her bones aren’t weak, her limbs aren’t mangled, her cheeks are pink and fat and not sallow. She looks nothing like a cursed child, acts nothing like a cursed child, except for the small birthmark just below her left cheek. A bad witch’s mark. 

Walburga and Orion come to the house to see the new baby. A cruel, satisfied smile overtakes Walburga’s features when she sees it’s a girl, confirming with her own eyes that the chance to have the next heir is still within her grasp, but Druella takes her own pleasure in Walburga’s still slender frame.

At least Bellatrix proves that Druella isn’t barren. She can have children, healthy children. She could provide an heir. It was only a matter of time. Walburga and Orion had been married nearly three years before Druella married Cygnus and yet their house remained empty. 

Walburga always hated Druella. Hated that Druella and Cygnus got to live in 12 Grimmauld Place with the family heirlooms the libraries, the portraits, and the tapestry detailing their lineage. She always believed it should belong to her and Orion. Druella was a Rosier by birth. It was only right that true Blacks lived in Grimmauld. She had married Orion earlier. It was only right that she reside there. The next heir to the Black family name got to reside in Grimmauld. So it wasn't just a race to bare a male child, but also a claim to the family residence.

Because Druella can't help herself, she takes Walburga to the drawing room with the tapestry for tea and revels in the looks Walburga casts at the family tree.

Druella was barely healed from her first pregnancy when Cygnus demands that they try again. One child was only enough if it was a boy. She counts the cracks in the ceiling and does her best not to shout in pain in those early days after Bellatrix’s birth. She washes too many bloody sheets before anyone else can see them. 

She tries to spend time in the nursery, but baby Bella, as the house elves had taken to calling her, hardly interests her. Cygnus never goes to the nursery to see Bellatrix, he couldn’t be bothered. Rather, he immerses himself in his work. Druella knows it is her job. It's her job to dress Bellatrix and feed her and bathe her and sing to her, but she leaves most of those tasks to the house elves. 

Bellatrix feels like a stranger in her home. A thing rather than a person. Something haunted and hard to bond with, even if she looks just like a normal child. However, there was still a sense of pride, even if Bellatrix wasn’t a boy. Druella had given birth to a child. She could be a mother. She could do what was expected of her. She just needed a boy.

More days pass. 

Druella busies herself with planning Christmas parties and elaborate dinners and pruning her winter garden of Christmas roses and Goose Grass. She attends charity meetings and plans galas for the Museum of Modernism and Moda. The mediwitches assure her that Bellatrix’s witch mark will fade as she grows older. 

Days turn into months, and just after Bellatrix is ten months old, Druella finds herself pregnant once more. Cygnus’ once stormy mood had shifted to one of gentle ease. He comes home earlier, he speaks softer, and he scowls less. All of the ladies drop by to place their hands on Druella’s growing stomach, to offer their well wishes, to bring gifts. 

This time, it was going to be a boy. Druella can feel it in her bones. All of the divination midwives say as much. She dreams about it. 

“Of course, we’ll name him Sirius. Something strong and commanding. The brightest star in our sky,” Druella was saying over tea as Walburga pursed her lips tightly. 

“I think that’s a wonderful choice,” Irma nods in approval. “Lots of Sirius’ in our family history. He’ll fit right in. Splendid.” 

Druella catches Walburga’s eye and grins wickedly. This house is hers, this life is hers, the family favour is hers. 

They decorate the nursery blue and paint constellations on the ceiling that glimmer in the dark. By the time April comes, Druella doesn’t even mind that it’s raining when she goes into labour. Torrential, thunderous skies and rolling black clouds. Another bad sign, but one she ignores happily.

Cygnus meets her at St. Mungos. He stands by her side and holds her clammy hand through the hours of painful birth. She hears the mediwitches buzz around her and whisper nervously as she screams in her potion-dulled pain. She worries about all the blood staining the sheets and feels her head heavy with Merlin knows what. 

She struggles to keep her eyes open as hospital staff swarm around her and wheel her to another room with bright, artificial lights. She tries to listen to what they’re telling her, but their voices sound gargled and warped like they’re talking underwater. It’s too hard to keep her eyes open anymore. She lets herself drift off and she dreams of her son. 

When she wakes, she’s in a new room. A quieter room. A mediwitch rushes in and places a swaddled baby in her arms. She talks in slow deliberate sentences. 

Druella barely hears her. 

Complications with the birth. Postpartum haemorrhage. Beautiful baby girl. So lucky. 

Through chapped lips and a dry throat, she asks to see her husband. 

The mediwitch informs her that he left shortly after the baby’s birth. She hands Druella some water. 

Alone in a private room at St. Mungos, she decides to name the baby Andromeda. She holds the small infant to her chest, only hours old, and she weeps. 

Cygnus barely looks at her. The days pass and Druella watches over the girls in the nursery and tiptoes around her husband as she tries to ignore the walls of the house closing in on her. She tells herself there is still time, though the doctors at St. Mungos disagree. They all tell her another pregnancy is risky. Fatal. Nearly impossibly in her state. 

Druella doesn’t breathe a word of this to Cygnus or to anyone else. She shuts herself up in Grimmauld Place and avoids everyone’s prying eyes, their disappointed looks, and Walburga’s triumphant sneers. 

As days turn into weeks that turn into months, Druella grows more and more desperate. She finds herself under the guise of heavy glamour charms, back in Knockturn Alley, begging the shopkeeper for more fertility potions. Pills that will ensure a male child. She swallows down glowing green vials of bitter liquid that smelled faintly of baby’s breath. She crushes up black beetle eyes and crunches into the red bulbs of Witch’s Ganglion with wild abandon on the smooth tiles of her bathroom floor, and she waits. 

She leaves the family Christmas dinner early as she feels the familiar trickle of warm blood run down her leg. She stays in bed for days at a time. She leaves her two daughters to the house elf. 

Her third pregnancy nearly kills her as all the doctors had promised. She tries to hide it from everyone as best as she can. Cygnus doesn’t bother showing up to the hospital with her. 

On a cold and bleak day in early January, Druella gives birth to her third daughter. The chill from outside worms its way around her heart and solidifies in a sickly, icy, frost. Narcissa takes what little Druella had left with her that day and keeps it for herself. 

Three daughters. Their little lives just beginning. Girls who will have hopes and dreams and ambitions. Druella feels all of hers dwindle as she hands her third child to the house elf once more. Their stories begin as hers ends. Druella thinks that it’s unfair, having girls. She married Cygnus to give him sons. Not to love him or to look after him in his old age. She was made to produce heirs. What use would she be to him now? 

He’ll want to keep trying, even if it kills her. Without a boy in the family, Druella was better off dead to him anyway. She was plagued by awful visions of her own mother, shut up in a room all alone after the death of her brother. Too old to produce any more male heirs, her father left her mother to claw at the walls and floorboards of her bedroom. Allowed her to be shut out and ignored by every family member who was once so warm towards her. He locked her away in a dark, stale room somewhere for failing him, and acted as if she never existed. 

She felt the frost seep in. Her daughters, her own children had damned her to the same fate. Even if they didn’t know it. How could she hold them and be happy? How could she wipe the tears from their face and act as if everything was fine? 

She’d like to swim in the ocean, or work at the ministry, or travel the world by herself. She’d like to go out at night and not worry about a home she’s obligated to come back to. She closes her eyes and lets herself dream these dreams for a while until Narcissa’s shrill cries wake her up and she feels her fate close in on her all at once.

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic September 11 - prompt 11: Apparition [word count 725]

There was so much pain. Every joint, every part of her skin felt as if it was on fire, a fire that worked its way from the inside out. There had been a time, only a couple of months before, where she had been able to crouch down in pain, but she didn’t even have the strength for that anymore. She could barely move, and opening her eyes was the only thing she forced herself to do still, her eyes wandering around the wood-paneled room, its dark green velvet curtains shut against the brightness of the day outside.

“Mistress is in pain,” the familiar voice croaked somewhere near her ear. “Kreacher will fetch Mistress her medicine.”

Feet scurried away, leaving her in the silent knowledge that not even the medicine the house elf kept under lock and key for her was of any help now and the complete silence over the whole house. Over her life. The war had ended, the Dark Lord defeated along with all her hopes for her family’s rise in power by his side. Something about never trusting a rat, Mulciber had hurriedly told her that night, flooing in before trying to disappear as the Aurors swept the country. She had heard he had been captured and sent to Azkaban after a fast trial, along with her niece. Her other niece had managed to persuade the Minister of Magic in person her dear husband had been under the Imperio Curse for the duration of the war and he wouldn’t take a loving man from his home and his toddler son, would he? Despite not being exactly close with Narcissa, who had always taken a backseat to the war, Walburga approved and admired her quick thinking. She would’ve done the same to protect her own family, had she had anyone left. Her brother Cygnus had been found dead at his desk the day after the fall of the Dark Lord. And Orion had been dead for more than a year. He had quickly wasted away after Regulus’s disappearance and his presumed death. He had always been his favourite. Sometimes she thought she saw him, standing at the foot of her bed, a waning apparition, still looking around for the boy he had held in his arms, the boy she herself had always deemed too soft for life. She had been right in the end.

Pain shot through her chest once more, and when she managed to open her eyes again, another apparition was standing by the bed. Even her heartbeat felt painful as Walburga looked at her firstborn. Sirius had always been her favourite. He was strong, he was stubborn, he was as determined as she had always been. He was her son, only a sprinkle or his father in him. She detailed the apparition, as the waning Sirius looked away from the bed. He had gotten older, a beard adorning his chin, multiple tattoos peeking out of the collar of his t-shirt and from under the sleeves of his leather jacket. He still had her long, elegant fingers, a silver band etched with moon phases on his ring finger. He smiled and held out his hand. She hadn’t seen him smile in way longer than a decade, and that hurt even worst than the burning sensation as she desperately tried to reach out for his hand. But another hand appeared out of nowhere, scars across the back and a silver band etched with stars on the ring finger, and Sirius threaded his fingers through those. She forced herself to look at the second apparition, a tall young man now wrapping his arms around her son’s waist, Sirius’s smile even wider now as he caressed the other’s face before catching his lips in a kiss.

Walburga couldn’t look away, the pain now like flowing lava through her veins. Her son, her firstborn, the love of her life she had lost to his stubbornness was an adult now. He was alive, he was happy, he was loved. He was probably married. He surely still hated her like she still hated him for rebelling against the family.

When Kreacher hurried back into the bedroom, the medicine and an ornate spoon on a silver tray, his mistress was still looking at a precise point by her bed. But her open eyes wouldn’t see anything anymore.

[greycloudsinwinter]

Yandere Cygnus Black and female reader and yandere Orion Black headcanon.(polly) Can you write ? Please.

YANDERE POLY ORION BLACK AND CYGNUS BLACK X READER

🐍oh my god.

🐍first of all they are terrifying not are they willing to slice others throats they are willing to do it to one another.

🐍they cross paths with you at a ball most likely and are mesmerised by your beauty and your pure blood.

🐍both trying to get the upper hand, showering you in gifts and trying to sabotage the other’s reputation.

🐍only when there are rivals do they team up. Both are eager to get rid of the dirty blooded wizard/witch.

🐍rivals they kill instantly if they can or a few days after meeting them.

🐍they begin to work together after two months of rivalry.

🐍after three months of knowing you they propose an arranged marriage with your family.

🐍when you find out you beg them to call it off but they only chuckle at you thinking it’s just the nerves talking(it isn’t).

🐍your wedding is small however you are welcomed with open arms into the house of black family after they find out your blood status.

🐍they want many children . They often use there children against each other. Or brag about there child in front of the other ‘my son can count to twelve and he is only five months old!’ Says orion to which Cygnus sneers and says ‘my daughter can count to 100 and she is only one and a half!’.

🐍they can get so terrifying with there rivalry.

🐍hates when the other gets attention.

🐍both equally possessive and obsessive with a twist of delusion and unpredictable.

🐍either way just hope you can get away (you can’t but just hope).

Thank you for the request ❤️❤️

[lulublack90]

Prompt 6 - Extinct

@jegulus-microfic August 6, Word count 919

CW - Broken bodies

Previous part First Wolfstar part

James clasped his hand over his mouth to silent the gasp he inhaled as the entire extended Black family entered the room. Orion Black sat in the large leather armchair beside the fire. Cygnus Black, took the matching chair opposite, while the three ladies, Walburga, Druella and Narcissa took the wide settee. James and Sirius were stuck.

“Cygnus, Druella, I want to start things off by saying how sorry I am for your loss. The family’s loss. Bellatrix was the best of our family. We and I’m sure the Dark Lord will miss her presence.” Orion spoke solemnly. The gathered members raised glasses of red wine and firewhisky that had suddenly appeared beside them and toasted to Bellatrix. 

“It is a shame that she did not think to conceive, before her untimely end. But I suppose she thought she’d have more time. Plus the loss of the last of the Lestrange’s to boot. It was a dark day when the Order attacked them.” Cygnus sighed, staring darkly into the depths of his whisky glass. 

“Albus Dumbledore's holier than thou little group of do-gooders, murdering all those witches and wizards? Come now, Cygnus, you don’t believe that for a second, do you?” Orion scoffed. 

“But the Dark Lord—” Cygnus began, but Orion cut him off. 

“No, it was ferocious. I saw the destruction left behind. They were animals. Tore them limb from limb. I couldn’t tell the Lestranges apart. The only way I knew it was Bella was by her hair and the wand clutched in her arm a few feet away from her body.” Orion tutted. “Absolute animals. I have no idea who the others were with them and there's no record of the prisoner in the dungeon. Merlin knows who they had down there.” He finished drinking deeply from his glass. 

“But who would do such a thing?” Druella sniffled, taking a silk handkerchief from her robes and dabbing at her eyes. “My poor Bella, so much talent gone to waste.”

“And now we are without an heir, again!” Walburga spat unhappily. “I suppose it will have to be Narcissa, but I am loath to let the Malfoy’s get their claws on our riches. Dragons, the lot of them!" 

“But what about Sirius? He’s the only one who can carry on the family name,” Orion argued. James felt Sirius stiffen beside him and grabbed his arm in a vice-like grip. He’d been so caught up in the conversation he’d almost forgotten that they were actually standing in the room. 

Walburga leant forward, her teeth bared, not unlike the werewolves when they got angry. 

“I would rather have our family name become extinct before I welcome that worthless excuse for a son back into the fold.” She sat back and composed herself. “Regulus may not have been the best choice for an heir, but at least he followed orders. It’s an irritating inconvenience that he didn’t live.” She turned to Narcissa, seated beside her. “You are the only one left who can carry on the bloodline, it’s just a shame you were born a female and there aren’t any other Black family members you could have married.” Narcissa squirmed uncomfortably in her seat just once, before correcting herself. 

“I’m sorry, Aunt. I promise any children Lucius and I can bear will be raised with the Black family values the same as I was,” Narcissa said with no emotion in her voice. 

“As I would expect,” Walburga barked. “When they are old enough you will bring them to me for instruction. I was too lenient on my own sons, but I shall remedy that.” Sirius scoffed and James had to nudge him, reminding him they needed to be quiet. Orion turned his head in their direction, his blue eyes, the same as Sirius’s, slowly examining the area where they were standing. His eyes crinkled and the corners of his lips twitched. James felt his stomach drop. Did Orion know they were there?

“Yes Aunt,” Narcissa said, her jaw clenching. James watched as her hand fluttered over her stomach and rested gently against her dress.

“I believe lunch is being served. Shall we?” Orion stood and gestured to the others. He waited for them to go, using his drink as a way to delay his exit. James and Sirius watched as he took a quill and a scrap of parchment from a drawer and scribbled something down. He looked again to the corner James and Sirius stood in and smiled warmly before walking out of the room, leaving the door open for them. 

Before James could stop him, Sirius was dragging him across the room to see what his father had written. 

‘Take whatever you need. Be safe and don’t linger, Sirius.’

Sirius froze at the words, his hand brushing across the parchment. He snatched up another piece to leave a message of his own. 

“Sirius, no!” James hissed under his breath. “If anyone sees it, you’ll be putting us all in danger,” Sirius stopped, his quill hovering over the parchment, dripping a few spots of ink as he warred with himself. 

“I have to, Prongs,” He said before scribbling across the parchment. 

‘The dog saved the cat from its strange underground cage. They took to the trees where they both are free. 

A Riddle they have found. A Riddle they will end. Only then will they be seen again.’

“Poetic shit. Alright, let’s go!” James hurried Sirius from the room, and they fled the house as silently as they could. 

Next part

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

CW: Mentions of self harm and suicide.

Sirius was miserable. And that was a gentle word for what he was going through.

Yeah, it was true that he had been prepared for this. From a young age, Sirius knew he had to be the heir and take the company after his father, who would take it from his grandfather.

He was chosen, some said. He was lucky, others complained. Because everyone wanted to be in his position. And not only Black Family Members. But The Lestranges, and the Malfoys and the stupid group of old white shake holder men he met the other day.

Sirius understood it was about power and money. Fame as well, for being a public figure.

But God! It was bloody awful.

Now that Sirius was seventeen and turned eighteen this November, he had to start getting familiar with the company and the businesses.

His Grandfather wanted everyone to meet him. To know he would be their future boss.

Sirius never questioned his destiny. Mostly because he wasn't interested in anything else. Not an alternative career or future plan. Only having fun and being able to do as he wished.

But right now, he was understanding what his life would actually mean. He would be his Grandfather's puppet. He would be the key for Walburga and Orion to have the company to themselves. And he would be the enemy of everyone else.

Why was he standing this bullshit, you might be asking...

For his little brother.

"I'm doing all this for you, Reggie"

Sirius had been extra nice and extra gentle with Regulus after that fatal night. Not only Sirius had cried on the way to the hospital. But also Walburga and Orion. They understood what it would mean to lose Regulus. And Sirius had seen real feelings in his parents. That's why they agreed to be better and get along. For Regulus.

"You don't have to do anything for me just because I am depressed"

That was exactly what Sirius was doing.

"I promised to be nice, didn't I?" Sirius chuckled "Who knows? It can be fun working with all our family..." he added sarcastically "Pissing Bellatrix every day. Watching Lucius cry and call Cissy for comfort. Be the boss of Uncle Cygnus and tell him what to do. Hire a new cute assistant each week..." he winked to emphasize.

Regulus giggled even if he knew Sirius was lying.

"Fucking hell, it would make you miserable, doesn't it?"

Sirius shrugged "Ending up the same as Grandfather? Having people around me only because of fear but talking bullshit behind my back? Yeah, my dream life"

Regulus twisted "I don't think you have an alternative"

"What if I don't want to do what everyone else does? What if I want to be free?"

Regulus looked at him as if he was bonkers "And what would you do?"

"I don't know. I don't care. I'll figure it on the way" Sirius grinned.

"Sirius, you can't..."

"Why not?"

"Because if you don't do it then I'll have to replace you!"

Sirius was taken aback by the how scared Regulus sounded. He was grabbing his arm, where the bandage was.

Maybe all this pressure had made Regulus hurt himself. The stupid Heir thing. It wasn't the bloody crown. Though it felt like it.

"Regulus," Sirius turned to his brother. And held his hand so he won't squeeze his wound until it bleed again "Let's run away then"

Regulus swallowed.

"Are you insane?"

Sirius knew his brother would be reluctant.

"Why do we have to do everything they say?" Sirius snapped, letting his brother's hands go "Do  you want to work in that bloody company for the rest of your life? Marry someone you don't even love and have children just because you oath to give an heir?"

Regulus shook his head slowly.

"Then why do you have to do it!! Why is that the only alternative for your life?"

"We are not like other people, we have a duty. We are part of the House of Black"

Regulus was playing with the fabric of his sweater.

Sirius groaned openly "Regulus..."

"Who will be the heir if we leave?"

"Who the fuck cares?"

"We can't just leave everything behind" Regulus began to be nervous "They are our family after all, Sirius... We have to stay and try..."

"For what? So you can do this??" Sirius grabbed Regulus's wounded arm.

Regulus was immediately angry and he pulled away.

Sirius regretted talking about it and claiming him about his mental health. It wasn't fair.

"Reg..."

"Get out of my room!" Regulus spat. Great. He had tears in his eyes now.

Sirius had been trying. He had been trying really hard to be nice with his brother and do everything for him. So that he would be at peace. But it was hard when Sirius was bloody miserable in that house, in that company, in that family.

Regulus practically pushed Sirius to the door of his room.

"Reg, I'm sorry!"

"It's okay, you can leave me alone" he snapped "I'm not going to kill myself if that's what you are worried about!"

And with that, he closed the door on his brother's face.

Sirius groaned loudly again. Life was so freaking hard. Would he be able to get out of this cycle and be happy?

[zennybearr]

What about the black family have a family dinner with Druella Cygnus Alphard Walburga Irma Pollux Narcissa Bellatrix Andromeda and Orion and its so chaotic because Irma doesn’t like Druella or Alphard and Walburga doesn’t like Orion and Alphard is teaching the kids pranks

the black family dinner was a cacophony of clinking silverware, half-hearted laughter, and simmering tensions. in the lavish dining room adorned with dark wood and opulent decorations, the air felt thick with unspoken grievances and the aroma of roasted meat.

druella sat at the right side of the head of table, her elegance contrasting with the chaos around her. she caught cygnus's eye, a silent plea for a quiet evening together. but cygnus, sandwiched between his siblings, looked like he was wrestling with the idea of packing everyone up and sending them home. his expression was one of polite exasperation.

across from him, alphard was in the midst of a mischievous lecture to his nieces, bellatrix, andromeda, and narcissa. “and that’s how you make the best exploding snap!” he proclaimed, demonstrating with exaggerated hand gestures. the girls giggled, eyes sparkling with the promise of mischief.

“honestly, alphard, must you be such a bad influence?” irma, their mother, huffed from her seat, arms crossed tightly. her grumpiness seemed to radiate like a storm cloud, making the air heavier. “you’re going to turn them into little terrors!”

druella suppressed a laugh, enjoying the way irma's disapproval bounced off alphard like a quaffle. “let them have some fun, mother,” he shot back with a smirk, undeterred.

“fun? you mean chaos! you’ll ruin them!” irma’s voice rose, drawing the attention of pollux, who was lazily sipping his drink and reading the newspaper. he glanced over the top of the pages, bemused.

“dear, can’t you just let them enjoy their childhood?” pollux offered, but irma rolled her eyes.

“don’t encourage him, pollux! you’re not even paying attention!” she snapped, her mood darkening further. “you’re just sitting there like an old man!”

“because i am an old man,” he replied calmly, his tone light. but before he could continue, irma’s frustration boiled over.

“i’m done with this! i can’t stand the sight of alphard teaching them nonsense!” she exclaimed, standing abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. “i’m going for a walk!” with that, she stormed out of the room, leaving pollux to shake his head and rise to follow her.

“father! you’re going to let her go off alone?” walburga’s voice cut through the room, sharp with annoyance. she glared at pollux, hands on her hips. “honestly, go after her!”

pollux paused, a bemused expression on his face. “i’ll give her a moment to cool off. she needs space.”

walburga sighed, her frustration bubbling over. “space? you can’t just let her walk away like that. she’s upset! you should be—”

“i know how to handle your mother, walburga,” pollux said, his tone firm yet patient. but walburga shook her head, determination glinting in her eyes.

“fine. i’ll go after her,” she declared, pushing back her chair. before orion could even react, walburga was already striding toward the door.

orion, her husband, glanced at pollux, who waved him off dismissively. “she’s quite capable of handling it,” pollux muttered, still reading his newspaper.

but orion stood, a resigned look on his face. “i’ll follow her,” he said, moving to catch up with walburga.

as he exited the dining room, walburga was already in the hallway, her voice rising in irritation. “Orion, i swear to merlin, you never leave me alone! why is it that you can’t just—”

“shut up, woman. i'm going with you. I don't give a shit if that bothers you or not!” orion countered, his voice laced with exasperation.

“ugh, you're insufferable!?” walburga shot back, turning on her heel to face him, her frustration evident. “I swear i'm going to—”

“you're going to what—”

their argument faded as they trailed after irma, the sounds of their voices mixing with the remnants of the dinner chaos behind them.

back at the table, cygnus sighed, glancing at druella. “this is what family dinners are like?” he asked, half-exasperated and half-amused.

“every single time,” druella replied with a smile, feeling the warmth of the moment amidst the chaos. “but it’s kind of fun, isn’t it?”

“fun? more like exhausting,” he said, but his lips curled into a smirk, betraying his enjoyment. “i just wanted to have a quiet evening with you.”

alphard caught the exchange and winked at his brother, “don’t worry, little brother, once mother and father sort their argument, we can get back to more important things—like teaching these lovely ladies how to prank their parents!”

andromeda perked up at that, a devious grin spreading across her face. “what should we do first?”

“let’s put a charm on father’s drink!” bellatrix suggested, eyes glinting with excitement.

druella leaned back, watching the chaos unfold with a blend of amusement and exasperation. “just make sure it’s harmless,” she called out, laughter dancing in her voice. “i want to keep this dinner somewhat intact!”

“consider it a family bonding exercise!” alphard announced with mock seriousness as the girls leaned in, eager to concoct their plans. the evening spiraled into a whirlwind of giggles and conspiratorial whispers, the lingering tensions forgotten in the face of the impending chaos.