#Sirius black is shocked and confused

[chasingthestarss]

Ok but think “but daddy I love him” as Regulus singing “but Siri I love him” talking about James. Trans Reggie saying “I’m having his baby” and Sirius freaking the fuck out and Regulus just saying “no I’m not but you should see your faces”

[petrerpkr]

Marauders stans need to be stopped or at least read the actual books

[rainydayathogwarts]

mind blowing kisser - platonic!marauders

summary: your friend group finds out something shocking about you, Hogwarts's biggest heartthrob. wc: 1.5k cw: undertones of remus x reader, talks of sex, suggestive(?)

A charming smile that swept boys and girls alike off their feet. Confidence that had teachers and students agreeing with any word that came tumbling out of your mouth. Luring eyes attracting prey after prey into your arms, whether it be at a party or from across the library. A roster of people lining up in front of you that had Sirius Black intimidated. Everyone wanted you, and not a single person could deny that.

Some people were genuinely intimidated to approach your friend group, and you weren't surprised. Why wouldn't they when you had the two heart throbs, the scariest student at Hogwarts, both Head Students, and a raging lesbian? That’s why everyone left your favourite spot in the common room empty, whether you were there or not. And it was always available for after parties like this one. You slumped down on the couch next to Remus, snatching his bottle of beer and taking a sip before pulling a face. Sometimes you were intoxicated enough to forget you hated beer — this was not one of those times.

“He a good kisser?” Asked Marlene from the armchair she was vacating, watching as you waved goodbye to the Hufflepuff you'd been making out with. You shrugged, letting the smile drop from your face when you turned back around. “Just enough.” “Not enough for you to take to bed?” Questioned Sirius, hiding his smirk from behind his own beer bottle. “You say that as though I sleep around.” You didn’t mean to get the entire group laughing, but you couldn’t help the smile on your face at their cluelessness. “Right, because how many people have you slept with? One? Three hundred?” You threw your head back with a laugh at Lily’s comment, eyes attracted to where she and James held hands tightly.

“Why, how many have you slept with Sirius?” You asked, suddenly curious. He winced, lips moving silently as he counted the numbers in his head. “Like twelve?” You hummed apprehensively. “Thought it would be more.” “More? Lady, you’re really scaring me here.” He shot back, eyes wide in shot. “Genuinely sweetheart, how many is it?” Pushed Marlene.

You turned to Remus, now holding you snug against him by the arm around your shoulders. The boy smiled at you, noticing the mischievous glint in your eyes. “They’re not going to believe me when I tell them.” Remus chuckled at your loud whisper, watching as you started giggling to yourself. “Oh I can’t wait to see your faces when I tell you.” You announced, feeling your cheeks heat up as you continued laughing. Remus swallowed thickly, trying not to think about the number. Lily, sat directly facing you on the warm rug with her boyfriend, looked terribly concerned for your wellbeing.

“Okay, ready?” You asked, scanning the group one last time. “Wait!” Yelled Sirius, “Let’s place bets!” You nodded, seeing Remus roll his eyes from your peripheral vision. “Is that appropriate?” He rubbed your arm softly, and you turned to him again, telling him “Let them.” He was confused for a moment. Were you under the impression he knew how many people you slept with?

“Okay,” Marlene announced, “I want twelve, I’m matching Sirius’s count. Lily says seventeen, James says seven, okay odd man out. Sirius?” “Twenty three.” You gasped loudly, putting your hand out towards Sirius in a theatrical gesture. “I think you’ve had enough to drink, Mr. Black.”

“Oh just spill, will you?” He countered. “Okay, here we go.” You took a deep breath, taking one last look at each of your friends’ faces before finally saying. “I’m a virgin.”

Marlene screamed, standing up and pointing an accusatory finger at you. “You’re a fucking liar is what you are.” Said Sirius with an unimpressed look on his face. “Zero?” You heard Remus mumble. He just wished you didn't sense the relief in his voice. “And I wasn’t hiding it either. If you’d asked, I’d have told you.” Marlene shook her head.

“Lies, because when I asked last week how it was with Rosier, you said-”

“Good. I said it was good.”

“And then I asked if it was mind blowing and you said-”

“Not really… Because what’s so mind blowing about a good make out sess?”

Lily suddenly gasped. “You sneaky little- so just because we’ve never said the word sex in the questions, you didn’t - oh my godric.” You shrugged, a smile on your face. “Wait so how has the entire castle been fooled?” Asked James, looking at you with genuine interest. “I mean boys in the Quidditch locker rooms talk about you all the time.”

“People exaggerate things. I’ll give a hand job here and there, and when they can’t get it up again I’ll just say it was shame and they’ll leave. I guess they’re just too embarrassed to reveal those details. And you’d be surprised by the amount of guys who cum in their trousers from a little kissing and grinding.” You heard Remus’s breath hitch in his throat. “You’re joking, right?” Clarified Sirius. You shook your head. “I’ve never tried hiding the fact that I’m a virgin. Thought you’d know.” You turned your head towards Remus, finally looking at him in the eyes.

“When I asked if you slept with Malfoy, you said no. Said you didn’t sleep around. I thought you meant you didn’t sleep around much. When you came back from Davies’s dorm, I asked you about it and you said ‘these boys are disappointing. A little kissing and they’re done for.’ I thought you meant kissing while fucking. Jesus, it’s been right in front of our faces.” Remus ranted breathily, looking at you with a confused expression.

“So Hogwarts’s number one heartthrob is a virgin?” Gasped Sirius. “Kissing enough guys made people think you’re sleeping with them all?”

“I’m good at what I do, Sirius, there’s no denying that.” His face flushed red, and from across the couch, you saw his eyes flicker down to your lips. "Mind blowing kisser, in fact." “You see - that!” Marlene cried, sitting back down. “You’re so confident, and you could have anyone. So - so why haven’t you?”

You leaned your back against the couch, stealing Remus’s beer from him again and taking a long sip. “I just - I enjoy kissing people, you know? And I don’t want to have sex with any of these guys who are only interested in that. Like they all hope they’ll sleep with me and then steal my heart so they can be the ones to break it. I want-” You huffed, downing the rest of Remus’s beer. The boy huffed, pushing you to the side in mock annoyance. You laughed lightly. “I want someone I have a genuine connection with. An emotional commitment before a physical one.”

Your eyes followed Remus as he got up to fetch another beer, and you saw him grab a pre-mixed cocktail. He opened both bottles, handing you the watermelon flavoured drink, and you smiled at him softly. A long silence fell on the group, watching as you thanked him with a loving look in your eyes.

“Godric,” started Sirius, breaking the comfortable silence, “You must masturbate like-” “Never.” You cut in. It was his turn to scream now, and even James and Lily’s jaws dropped. You started laughing again as you took another sip of your drink. “Not my thing.” “But you have, right?” Asked Marlene, a desperate look in her eyes. You shook your head.

“So the biggest heartthrob at Hogwarts isn’t only a virgin, but has never had an orgasm.” You nodded at Lily’s shocked words. She was discovering a whole new side of her best friend. “Hogwarts’s biggest heartthrob is actually Hogwarts’s biggest prude.” You grinned, almost proudly, at Sirius’s words.

You stood suddenly, putting your drink down on the table and stretching your back in an exaggerated manner. “Well, I’m going to go have another peaceful, virgin night’s sleep.” Marlene cackled at your comment, and you squeezed Remus’s outstretched hand as you passed by. It was easy to notice how relieved he was to know that you didn't sleep around. That maybe, his amateur skills in bed could impress you.

“Hey y/n?” You spun around, hand still holding Remus’s. You hummed at Sirius’s call, tossing your hair out of your face. “I’m not drunk enough now, but next time, I’m finding out just how good of a kisser you are.” You winked at your friend, missing the glare Remus sent his way. You bent down, pressing a kiss on Remus’s forehead. The unsuspecting boy jumped at the feelings of your soft lips on his forehead, and he turned to wave bye at you, but you had already turned your back to him and were halfway up the stairs.

Once you were out of earshot, Sirius laughed loudly, clutching his sides. “Oh, should’ve seen his fucking face! Chill out, Remus, I am not stealing your girl.”

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[my-castles-crumbling]

amortentia - January 17 - black brothers - wolfstar - background jegulus - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 468

“How did you know you were gay?”

Startled by the question, Regulus nearly lost his grip on his broom, and had to take a moment to collect himself before turning to his brother, who was flying next to him. “Pardon?” he asked, still shocked.

“I - how did you know you were gay?” Sirius repeated himself, still infuriatingly unclear.

"Well after about the fourth time kissing a bloke, I realized I didn't hate it," Regulus replied, completely deadpan.

But Sirius just sighed, not laughing at all.

It was at this point, Regulus decided they needed to have this conversation on the ground, so he flew to the stands and sat, Sirius following him. “What’s wrong, Sirius?” he asked, safely seated on the uncomfortable benches.

“I…we learned about Amortentia in potions today,” Sirius mumbled, staring out into the pitch.

Ah, the Love Potion. “And?” Regulus probed, pretty sure where this was going. Because anyone who had eyes could see how Sirius looked at a certain tall, slightly-clumsy werewolf.

“My Amortentia…it smelled like…” Sirius whispered, like he couldn’t fully say it.

“Amortentia can smell like platonic or familial love, too” Regulus reminded him comfortingly. “Amongst other more…confusing things, I can smell the Quidditch pitch and your hair potion in mine…” he offered, trying not to cringe at the vulnerability of the statement. 

“Yeah…but I don’t think it’s like that,” his older brother confessed, finally looking at Regulus with tears welling in his eyes. “I think I’m just a bit thick and I didn’t realize.”

“Well, you are that,” Regulus chuckled. “Sirius, you know liking Remus doesn’t make you gay, right? You could be bi, or pan, or…whatever.”

“Yeah. I just…it’s a lot,” Sirius sighed, turning away again. “Do you think he’ll hate me?”

Imagining the way Remus looked at Sirius, the equally-adoring stares and heart eyes, Regulus chuckled. “No. Pretty sure his Amortentia smells like your disgusting socks and stupidly expensive cologne. I’d bet money on it, actually.”

Sirius’s face turned red. “You think?” he asked hopefully, eyes wide.

“Remus is gayer than I am,” Regulus assured him. “And I’d bet my broom he’s especially gay for you.”

Looking unsure, Sirius nodded. “I…yeah, I just…okay. I…thank you.”

“Look at you, disappointing out parents again,” Regulus joked with a wry smile. “You keep outdoing yourself.”

At this, Sirius laughed. “It’s a talent,” he quipped.

Unsure of what else to say, Regulus murmured, “If you ever need to talk..”

“I know, get you drunk, and then get emotional,” the older boy grinned.

Regulus smirked. “Exactly. Now, where were we?”

But as they both stood to again take to the skies, Sirius turned. “I steal it from James, by the way. The hair potion. If you ever wanted to use it too, or whatever.”

And then he shot off, leaving Regulus completely stunned.

[thesweetestofdreams]

black cat confessions

poly!marauders x reader

warnings: patching up bruised knuckles very pg allusions to violence

a/n Times are tough so please enjoy a sleepy drabble with a slightly whimsical reader who will always defend her boyfriends

“Hello gorgeous, where’ve you been?” James asked as you came into the boys’ dorm. It wasn’t like you to be so late, unless of course a portrait got to talking. You could never turn down a good story, no matter how many times you heard it. 

“Detention,” you said. This garnered the attention of all three of your boyfriends. Remus set down his book, he had been trying to read instead of worrying about you, and Sirius ceased spinning his wand in his hand. James sat up from where he was laying on his bed. Oblivious to their shock you dropped your bag onto the floor.

“Detention?” James asked at the same time Sirius said “You’re joking.”

“Yeah,” you said, sounding almost as confused as they were. 

“May we ask why?” said Remus abandoning his book. 

“Well Barty said that black cats were bad luck, which is rather rude.” You fell onto Remus’s unmade bed, arms flopping on either side of you. 

“And how did that turn into detention for you?” Sirius asked as patient as could be, a trait reserved almost especially for you.

You rolled onto your stomach yawning as you rested your chin on your hand. “I told him that was hardly true but he wouldn’t give it up.” You were interrupted with another yawn. “Then he said the worst bad luck was black dogs. You could never be bad luck, Siri.”

Sirius could pretty much feel himself melting. James, as endearing as you were, was practically on the edge of his seat ready to find out what on earth their sweet girl could do to warrant detention. Remus was getting tired just looking at you and he had to fight the urge to join you where you lay.

“Well then he started talking about werewolves and of course he had nothing nice to say and he was looking right at me, so I punched him.” Just like before you were completely oblivious to the shock your statement caused. 

“You punched him?” Remus asked, and despite your tired eyes being closed you could hear the smile in his voice. The boys shared a conspiratorially prideful look. 

“He wasn’t mad. I think he thought it was funny.” 

“Sounds like he had it coming,” Sirius said, fully in agreement. 

“Professor Slughorn was mad though,” you mused.

“Merlin, what I would have given to see his face.” James laughed at just the thought. 

“I bet he went red head to toe,” Sirius added. You smiled in tired amusement. The sound of their laughs made your chest buzz, warm and full. 

“Punching people hurts,” you said looking down at your hand.

The energy of the room shifted as the amusement died down. Remus was already making his way to you, pulling your hand into his lap as he sat on the bed next to you. You didn’t fight him. He tsked at the sight of your knuckles and your fingers were dry and cracked. He turned them over in his hands ever so gently. 

“Slughorn made me wash all of the potion bottles,” you offered in explanation.

James wordlessly pulled a small first aid kit from Remus’s nightstand, while Sirius grabbed a set of pajamas they kept for you. Caring for eachother was a well practiced routine. It was an achingly good feeling to be taken care of. 

Remus spread dittany over your knuckles and any deep cracks, careful never to press too hard. James pulled off your shoes, and Sirius turned down the lights grumbling softly to himself when James reminded him of an early morning quidditch match. 

“You can sleep with me then,” Remus whispered loudly, teasing as he softly wrapped a bandage over your knuckles.

“Now this is just torturous,” Sirius groaned from his bed. James threw a pillow at him across the room. “I’m keeping this.” 

After some coaxing from Remus, you summoned enough willpower to stand and change into your pajamas. From across the room, you saw James dive into bed with Sirius who held the pillow above his head. James pinched at Sirius's waist earning a withering look from him that quickly dissolved into lazy smiling kisses. 

Finally you were lying in bed with your head on Remus’s chest. You could hear his heartbeat thump beneath you, the steady rhythm and warmth lulling you to sleep better than any lullaby. You weren’t helped by the slow circles he drew into your back. 

“Thanks for defending me, brave girl,” Remus said into your hair. 

Fighting a yawn you said, “you would have done the same for me.”

He would have done worse for you, and he would spend the rest of everyday grateful for the love he’s found.

[floweringrott]

bug eyed

james f. potter x hufflepuff!fem!reader

summary; james fleamont potter’s less-than-normal attempts to get his other-worldly divination partner on a date.

warnings; alice in wonderland coded reader, pure! fluff!, reader is hinted at being a lovegood, reader has blonde hair, reader is described to have bug-like eyes (think ella purnell), reader being a seer, use of y/n

a/n; this is rlly shitty i just wanted to get my first story OUT! this is more a drabble tho

670 words | masterlist ☾⋆

taglist @rafeyswrd @crescentofthegods

James Potter did not like Divination. It wasn’t that he didn’t fare well in the subject, in fact, he did.

It was just terribly boring, and his Professor didn't even allow for the Marauders to sit together. Instead, each of the brothers had been scattered around the cramped, incense-filled room.

Leading to James being seated next to you.

You, who (somehow) managed to be the centre of James Potter's attention every time he stepped foot into the Divination classroom, only to subsequently lose it the moment he left.

At least that what you believed.

"Oh, and by the way," James began casually, his attention nowhere near the crystal ball in front of him, and your intense focus on that same ball.

You were sitting on your knees, your purple tights in stark contrast to your yellow and black robe and tie. "The boys were planning on going to Hogsmeade this weekend.. and I was wondering if you’d want to c—"

Shhh!

A single finger moved to James' mouth, quickly shutting him up as his eyes trailed quickly behind him to Sirius, who sat with a wolfish grin and a thumbs up.

"Do you see it?" You whispered, your voice light and dreamy, as if you were talking to the crystal itself.

James frowned, turning his attention to the foggy orb. He leaned closer, his dark brows knitting together in confusion.

Whatever you were seeing, he wasn't.

His eyes then trailed to you, losing track of the task on hand as he stared at your messy, pale blonde hair.

He didn’t know when it had started, when his feelings for Lily Evans had morphed into feelings for you.

"Right there." You murmured, leaning so close to the crystal that your nose nearly touched it.

He didn’t reply at first, but let out a yelp as you abruptly grabbed either side of his head and forced him to stare into the ball.

"I'm sorry, Y/N! But nothing is there."

You turned to him with an expression of utter exasperation, as if he'd just declared that the sky wasn’t blue. "You’re not doing it right. Look into the crystal, not at it."

To your surprise, James actually complied. But as he stared into the empty fog, an idea popped into his head, a sly smile tugging at his lips.

"Wait!" He pretended to be shocked, a sly smile lacing his lips from the sound of your gasp.

"I see you. In Hogsmeade."

"Me?"

"Oh, yeah. Totally." He nodded, slightly leaning into your hands; prompting you to move them away.

Ever trusting, you nodded along with his words, your bug eyes larger than normal as you urged him to continue.

James frowned at the feeling of your hands leaving, though, he quickly recovered as he let out a comical gasp. "Well, would you look at that!"

"What?" You smiled cheesily, "What is it?"

Your look didn’t flatter as James seemingly deflated into the velvet cushions behind the two of you.

"I can’t say-"

"What?"

James resisted the urge to smile at your reaction. "I can’t say, it might not come true if I do."

You frowned, your expression as serious as if he'd just insulted the art of Divination itself. "That’s not how these things work, James."

The other boy went quiet, his eyes flickering around the room for effect, then looking back at you.

"I was there."

…

"Oh." Your head tilted to the side, considering his words for a moment. "What’s wrong with that?"

"I.. nothing?"

"Do you want to go to Hogsmeade?" You spoke simply, your fingers absentmindedly toyed with the butterbeer cork necklace that hung around your neck.

James didn’t take a moment to think about it.

"Yes. Definitely." He watched your reaction — which was nothing as if you had expected it.

"Okay." She nodded, her gaze moving to peer through the swirling mist, the image of lightning bolt carved into skin sending a chill down her spine.

"Next time don’t lie. Crystal gazing is a very serious study."

[fairytaleendingss]

Room for One More?

Chapter 12

Summary: There's tension in the apartment after you and James become a couple and Remus is dealing with some confusing feelings of his own.

CW: Allusion to sexual activities, Sirius being immature (what else is new, lol?)

Pairing: Poly!Marauders x fem!reader

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11

The start of this may have gotten away from me a little bit, lol.

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Remus was sitting on the sofa, thumbing through a book. It was late in the night, only the soft, golden glow from the lampshade illuminating the space. It was quiet. Almost too quiet.

"What are you still doing up?" a delicate voice echoed from down the hall. Remus looked up to see your figure, standing in the hallway, dressed in a silky black nightgown. You had a somewhat mischievous twinkle in your eye as you gazed down at him.

"I couldn't sleep," he told you cautiously.

He expected you to nod and head into the kitchen for a glass of water or something of that nature, but instead, you took a step towards him.

"Well that's too bad," you muttered, your tone low and a smirk taking hold of your features.

"Although," you continued. "Lucky for me. I've been waiting to get you alone for a while now."

Remus had the heart too look surprised.

"I- huh?"

"That's right," you drawled. "What'dya say? Want to have some fun?"

You dropped your robe then revealing a lacy black teddy underneath, one that hugged your curves and cupped your breasts perfectly.

Remus' eyes widened and he felt his jaw drop open in pure shock as you walked towards him, your hair falling in gentle waves down your shoulders and eyes ablaze with lust. When you reached him, you sat yourself down in his waiting lap, entwining your arms around his neck.

Then, with a passionate moan, you pushed your lips against his, kissing him passionately and with an intense hunger, like your skin was craving his touch.

He found himself kissing you back, his large hands finding their place on your hips, fingertips digging into your flesh desperately.

Then, after a moment, he raked himself away.

"Wait, hold on," he muttered, desperate to feel your lips on his once more but restraining himself in the name of morality. "We can't do this. What about James?"

You looked down at him seductively, your lips swollen, red lipstick smudged across your chin.

"It's okay," you shrugged. "He can join us."

Remus turned his gaze to the right to find James laid out beside him on the couch like a Greek statue, clad in only a pair of grey boxers, chiseled chest on display and exposed to the world.

He reached out, gripping Remus' chin between his fingers and turning the man's head towards him so that their faces were only inches apart.

"Couldn't let you guys have all the fun, could I?" the man murmered, his breath fanning Remus' cheek.

Then, he too pressed their lips together. At the same time, you dug your fingers into the seam of Remus' button up shirt, ripping it open in a swift movement, and running your fingers down his bare chest.

Remus couldn't help but moan against James' lips.

"You like that, handsome?"

Remus pulled away, looking back up at you as another voice rang out through the room. And there was Sirius, positioned behind you, looking down at him over your shoulder, with a hand tangled in your long locks of hair as his own head rested gently in the nape of your neck.

Then, he looked downwards, placing gentle kisses along your collarbone as James began to do the same to him.

"You're in for a treat tonight," James whispered.

--

Remus sat up in bed, his eyes wide and his heart racing. He was disoriented as he looked around the room. The sun had broken in through the crack between his curtains, indicating it was morning.

He shook his head, as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to blink away the memory of the... peculiar dream he'd just had.

He swung his legs over the side if the bed, slowly making his way into the living room in search of a distraction.

He found you in the kitchen, clad in one of James' oversized t-shirts, as you stood over a pan of sizzling eggs.

James was also in the kitchen, clattering around in the cupboards as he prepared a couple of cups of tea. Remus gulped thickly as his eyes raked over James' shirtless torso.

"Ah, Rem, mate!" James exclaimed when his eyes landed on his friend. "We were just making some breakfast. Do you want some?"

He blinked up at James for a moment. "Hm?"

"Do you want some breakfast? or tea?"

"Oh, yes, tea would be great."

Remus took a seat at the kitchen island and ran a hand over his face. He watched as James maneuvered around you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

The last few weeks with James had been pure bliss. If James Potter was anything, it was loving and he completely showered you with affection in every way possible.

He took you out on fancy dates and held the door for you, he bathed you in a slew of constant compliments and he always made sure that you never went a day without a fresh bouquet of flowers by your bed. He was the perfect gentleman.

However, despite everything being so wonderful with James, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was... missing? Like everything was almost perfect.

You had no idea what it was and were feeling immensely guilty about feeling it at all. James had been completely wonderful. You did your best to swallow those feelings down, blaming it on the anxiety of being in a fresh relationship. You hoped it would begin to fade with time, as the two of you grew more comfortable together.

"Where's Sirius?" Remus questioned as James placed a mug of tea in front of him.

"Still sleeping, I think," you replied, serving up some scrambled eggs on toast and dishing it up onto two plates for yourself and James. "He had a gig last night. He was out until pretty late."

Speak of the devil, it was at that moment that Sirius made his way into the kitchen, dragging his feet and running a hand through his unruly hair. He had eyeliner smudged down his face, like he'd forgotten to take it off last night before he went to bed.

"Someone's had a good night," James teased, coming up behind you to wrap an arm around your waist where you stood, bent over the bench, eating your breakfast.

"Yeah, ha-ha," Sirius shot back.

Remus raised his brow, noticing the twitch of Sirius' lip as he observed the way that you and James were snuggled up together, all lovey-dovey.

Remus had noticed things were weird between the three of you. The way his gaze lingered on the two of you, his jaw twitching when he looked away.

"We're going to see a movie today. Do either of you want to join us?" James asked and Remus couldn't help but notice the way Sirius grimaced at the offer.

"Sorry, but I've uh- got stuff to do today."

James rolled his eyes. "Stuff meaning going back to bed and sleeping 'till 4pm I presume?"

"You know be too well, mate," Sirius responded.

"Remus, how about you?"

Remus mustered a small smile, drawing his eyes away from where your arm was wrapped around his friend's waist. He did his best to push back memories from his dream.

"I have to study," he lied.

James shrugged. "Alright, suit yourselves. Come on love, let's get ready."

He placed a gentle peck on your lips before the two of you made your exit.

"Blegh," Sirius muttered as he watched you go. "Disgusting."

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It was late in the afternoon and Remus was sitting on his bed, engulfed in his latest reading endeavor. He hadn't done all that much today apart from drift around the apartment, tidying up a little and watching some random drama show from the early 2000s on TV while he ate his lunch.

Throughout the day, his mind kept drifting back to the dream he'd had the night prior. It was strange. He'd never dreamt anything like it before.

Of course, he'd had a dream here and there about Sirius, especially back when they briefly dated. But a dream about all 3 of his roommates at the same time? It was positively outlandish.

He was broken from his thoughts by a knock at the door.

"Come in, Sirius," he called.

The man was looking better, slightly less disheveled than he had earlier in the day and Remus expected a long afternoon nap and a hot shower to be the source.

He was dressed in tracksuit pants and an old band t-shirt from some concert he'd been to back in high school.

"What are you doing?" He asked, running a hand through his mattered curls.

"What does it look like? I'm reading," Remus responded snarkily.

Sirius chuckled. Then he moved across the room and threw himself down on the bed beside him. Remus tensed at the feeling of Sirius' his pressed against his own, memories from his dream flooding back and making his face flush red.

He cleared his throat, doing his best to act natural.

"There's something I wanted to talk to you about," Sirius muttered.

"And what would that be?"

"Well," he sighed, laying back against the pillows behind him. "It's about James and Y/n. I mean, don't you think it's... weird? That they're together now, I mean."

Remus raised a brow at his friend. "Not particularly. They seem happy."

"But that's sort of the problem," Sirius continued. "They're too happy, it's revolting."

"So you don't want your best friend to be happy?"

"No it's not that," Sirius sighed in frustration, like he wasn't able to find the right words. "I just don't think they need to rub it in our faces so much, you know?"

Remus placed his book down, turning his full attention towards the man beside him.

"Okay, what's really going on here? Are you jealous that James isn't spending as much time with you now that he has a girlfriend?"

Sirius shook his head. "No it's not that. I just- I don't know."

Remus sighed, reaching a hand out to brush a strand of hair behind Sirius' ear before he could stop himself. The action just felt so natural. It reminded of him of how they once were, all those years ago.

"Maybe I'm just jealous of what they have."

There was a pause while the boys sat there in silence. The air in the room was thick with tension as Remus' eyes grazed over Sirius' features. He was impressively beautiful in the dim light of the bedroom.

"Do you ever think about us, Remus?"

The words were soft and breathy on Sirius' tongue and Remus' eyes widened as the question hung in the air between them.

After a moment, he sighed. "All the time."

Sirius inhaled sharply, his pink lips parted ever so slightly as he blinked up at his friend with stormy, grey eyes full of yearning. Remus hadn't seen Sirius look at him like that for a long time (or maybe he just hadn't noticed it until now).

"Do you ever think that maybe we made a mistake? Y'know, leaving that behind."

"Honestly? I don't know," Remus responded. And it was the truth.

He could admit, his feelings for Sirius had never truly died but at the same time, they'd been so bad for each other back then. They were stupid immature teenagers. They didn't know how to be there for each other. But they were older now. More mature, more resilient. Things weren't the same as they used to be.

"Do you ever think that we should try again?"

Sirius was leaning into him now, their faces only inches apart. He felt Sirius' breath hot against his skin.

Remus couldn't take it anymore. He leaned forward and kissed him.

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DIVORCING ORION BLACK | CHAPTER NINE

09 : REPUTATION

CHPT. SUM. : Sirius and his close friends build up a reputation at school leading up to their return home for the winter holidays 

LENGTH : 10.7k

TAGS : domestic fluff ; marauders origins ; pranking shenanigans ; james is crushing hard ; reunited ; sirius comes home for the holidays! ; investigations lead to a shocking discovery

← PREV. 08 : PASTRIES | SERIES M.LIST

9th October 1971 | 12 Grimmauld Place

You didn’t need to help Ruth or Damocles on Saturdays or Saturdays as they strictly wanted to keep the weekends to themselves. They've also been feeling very guilty about taking too much of your time. You argued against it but appreciated that they understood how important it was for them to spend time with each other and for you to spend time with your son. Regulus wasn’t one to complain, either. He loved spending time at the Potions shop and talking with Ruth, but he loved spending time with his mother most. Regulus often stayed in the study with you, reading, drawing or chatting while you worked at your desk. Sometimes, you’d write letters to Sirius together, talking about mundane things that happened throughout your day or week.

Surprisingly, you haven’t heard of any mischief from Sirius. You’re confident that he and the marauders would already be causing some sort of trouble, so you were quite confused. However, whenever you look at Regulus reading Sirius’ letters with such concentration and a hidden smile, his eyes glittering with excitement, you can hazard a guess as to why your letters are much milder than the ones Regulus seems to receive from his brother. You suppose Sirius doesn’t want to out himself as being a troublemaker in school. And, although you appreciate his consideration of you and his want to come across as a well-behaved son, you’re itching to know about all the trouble he’s caused. The fandom hardly knows anything about the Marauders and, now that you have the chance to know what they were up to personally, you’re eager to be let in on all of their secrets.

Nevertheless, after a mostly quiet day with Regulus spent on decorating the halls and rooms of the house with the dried lavender sprigs you had bought off of the Belby’s, you leave him to his own devices before dinner while you investigate the parlour room once more. You’ve left it too long out of your own cowardice and fear. Confrontations were something you were used to, but more so in the business sense; however, this was something entirely new to you. Walburga was the proud matriarch of the ancient and most noble house of Black. Her reputation made the room and its appalling contents all the more concerning. Dark magic was definitely at play, something you had no experience in, and confronting that will always be terrifying to you. Regardless, you remember spotting some books strewn about the room and in your search for answers to help Belby with the Wolfsbane potion, you were willing to get your hands on those books for the research. It’ll be like hitting two birds with one stone; your investigations will also bring you closer to figuring out what the original Walburga was up to.

Taking a breath, you absorb the sound of the grandfather clock striking 5 pm and watch as the secret parlour entrance appears before you once more. This time, you know what to expect, so you came prepared with some spells in mind as well as something to cover the sacrilegious, bloody ritual placed at the very centre of the room. You open the door and wrinkle your nose. It’s dark and musty. With a swish of your wand and a small incantation uttered under your breath, you will the wall lamps to liven up the space with a warm glow. You step in as the heavy doors shut behind you and frown at the dismal room despite the lamps’ touch of light. This time, you aim your spell onto the heavy curtains across the room. The thick, heavy drapes gently pull apart, allowing sunlight to flood the space, and you happily go about fixing up the disorderly area. First, you open the window, encouraging the fresh breeze to sweep inside and wash away the old mustiness suspended in the air.

Tidying up where you can, you leave the central ritual largely untouched, wanting to investigate it later on. The rotting owl carcass was the only thing you handled, magicking it away and relishing in the peace that floods you as soon as it disappears. That poor creature must have suffered a lot from Walburga’s hands; you felt horrible for simply throwing it away, but the suffering and poor intentions it symbolised were too overwhelming to ignore and keep. If you wanted to be productive about the room, it needed to go. Other than that, your main objective was the books and the loose pages that were carelessly strewn about. With a helpful swish of your wand, you collect all the papers and books into neat piles. Another flick shrinks them to a miniature size that you step forth to easily pocket.

That’ll do for now.

Satisfied, you hurry out of the room and shut the door firmly behind you after turning the lamps off and shutting the windows. Despite the rotten owl carcass being gone, the claustrophobia clung to you like a parasite unwilling to part. It weighed heavily on your form and made breathing far too difficult to withstand for a long period despite the fresh air filtering in. You’ll happily investigate the books and pages in your home office. It’ll help to analyse your evidence with a clear mind and in a space you can easily associate with unfaltering focus.

Shaking off the bad energy that still clung to you from the parlour, you make your way into your home office and take a seat behind your desk. The strange fact about these books, you find, is that all except one don’t have any distinguishing covers. The only book with a cover was the one left wide open at the centre of the writing desk and had its pages scornfully ripped out. Tracing the vintage leather cover of the defiled book, you frown at its obsolete title. These were symbols you couldn’t read, and you dread to think that the pages were written with the same indecipherable words. Flicking through the pages, a brief examination, you groan.

“Great...” you sigh at the offending symbols that stare at you mockingly from the decrepit pages of the ancient book. As you suspected, the book’s contents were also written in the same illegible language as the front cover’s title. Until you can find a way to decode the foreign language, you’ll keep the book and its loose pages in an empty drawer at your desk, one with a helpful little lock on it. Optimistically, you hope that the blank-covered books didn’t have the same issue. The random book you grab weighs heavy in your hands but in an oddly familiar way. Peculiar… Thinking nothing of it, you flick to the first page and gasp.

‘CHAPTER ONE’

‘OWL POST’

‘Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways. For one thing...’ This was the third Harry Potter book — one of your favourites in the series.

With a shake of your head, you hurriedly flick through the pages as the pebble in your stomach grows into a boulder and fixes you to your chair. Rushing to open another book, you’re, again, met with more familiar passages from the beloved book series you grew up loving and often turned to for comfort in your adult years. All seven blank-covered books were the seven full books from the Harry Potter series! You think you’re going to be sick… she had the books… Walburga had the bloody Harry Potter books! How did she get them?!

“You’re unusually quiet today, Walburga...” you utter to yourself, urging the standardly shrieking witch in the back of your mind to step up and answer your racing questions. “I know you’re in there somewhere. Are you scared I found you out? What were you planning to do with all this new information, huh?” You drum your nervous fingers along one of the book’s blank hard covers.

“Well?!…” you wait for a response you weren’t going to receive, “Answer. Me. You. Ugly. Scheming. Pretentious. Bitch of a mother!” you spit and grit through your clenching teeth, trying your best not to raise your voice too loud. Getting Regulus or Orion’s attention now wouldn’t be ideal. You don’t know how long you wait for a response, but it was clear that you weren’t going to receive any. Begrudgingly, you lock away the Harry Potter books as well, ensuring that they couldn’t be accessed without a key; if these books got into the wrong hands, it wouldn’t end well for anybody, lest the very characters you were fighting for. What a heavy burden this will be.

There was a positive to this, however. You can rely on these books for information on the world and the Horcruxes.

16th October 1971 | Hogwarts, Gryffindor Common Room

Sirius couldn’t believe how content he felt in his current environment. He worried that with the recent changes at home, he would miss being with Regulus and his newly changed mother; however, due to the constant stream of letters they exchanged, he lacked that sense of homesickness. And, although he spent the same amount of time on writing letters back as he did writing up his homework, leaving his wrist terribly exhausted, he was content.

Hogwarts and Gryffindor house had become his second home, especially with the people he had surrounded himself with and the few he established as his close friends, especially James. Unlike his brotherhood with Regulus, Sirius had found a camaraderie with James that isn’t based on any blood relation, making their immediate bond that much more special to him. They veer to one another like binary stars, both gravitationally bound and orbiting each other. Sirius, with his aristocratic upbringing and rebellious nature; James, with his untamed energy and proneness for attracting the attention of those around him. However, it wasn’t only them. There was Remus, their shy and quiet friend with bibliophile tendencies. Sirius found that the best way to get him talking was to speak on books, something he was well-versed in, thanks to Regulus. And then, there was Peter, who made his eagerness to be part of the group known, always trailing after them, cracking his hilariously unfunny jokes, enchanted by James and Sirius’ boundless charisma, desperate to replicate it and make it his own, while also captivated by Remus’ smarts and bookishness, always looking to him for academic inspiration.

The first couple of months consisted of typical school things, making friends, getting into a routine and indulging in education. However, after the trouble they had found themselves in when trying to follow Remus the night of that haunting full moon, the boys have grown a tendency to create and find trouble.

Late one evening, James and Sirius were taking advantage of the mostly deserted common room, observing the only other people there, a pair of older students arguing over a wizarding chessboard. With a cheeky smirk and his round glasses slipping down his nose, James leaned over to whisper in Sirius’ ear, “Do you know what would make this more entertaining?” When Sirius looks to his friend, he sees the contagious glimmer of mischief in his hazel eyes.

“What?” Sirius can feel the swell of impishness infect him and pull the edges of his own lips up into a smirk. He knows that, whatever James suggests, he’s going to like what he has to say.

“If their pieces started arguing back.” They share a silent, maniacal laugh between them, expressed purely through their eyes.

“Let’s do it!” Sirius whispered back with an air of eagerness. It was so tempting to laugh aloud, carefree and raucous, but he was wary of the prefect standing close by. “How did that animation spell go, again?”

Not knowing the spell wasn’t a big obstacle for the two, they remained undeterred and went to enlist Remus. Typical of their prim and proper friend, Remus looked horrified at the suggestion, but there was a level of intrigue in his eyes that Sirius eagerly pointed out and used to convince him enough to indulge them. Together, they scoured their charms books for potentially helpful spells and were pointed to the correct chapters by Remus. Peter, poor Peter, was also roped in for the extra labour, unable to resist James and Sirius’ convincing arguments and twinkling smirks. Remus sends the portly boy a disappointed look but blushes when Peter returns the same disappointment towards him as if to say, ‘You volunteered to help first, mate. Don’t look at me like that.’

‘Well, they targeted me first,’ was what was conveyed in the look Remus had sent him back. Nevertheless, it was all in good humour, and the two smiled about it to themselves for a moment before Sirius and James complained that they were hardly helping and pushed their noses down into the pages with them. It took several nights, but they believed they had found the perfect spell. Thankfully, the two argumentative Gryffindors routinely played their game of chess on weekend evenings. James and Sirius practised the spell several times in their dorm room before they were confident in its execution. On the day of their grand chessboard prank, Peter stood by the Prefect on duty, nervously keeping watch as Remus pretended to read a book by the fireplace, and James and Sirius went in for their rehearsed stunt.

Despite their endless practice, however, their first attempt was a disaster! Rather than the pawns coming to life, James pointed the incantation and made it explode instead. The chess piece went out with a puff of black smoke. The only thing left of was its sooty remains, forever marking the chessboard. As the two chess players gasped at the sudden explosion and argued to death, firing accusations at the other for being the one to make it happen, Sirius shook his head disapprovingly.

“Brilliant one, James,” Sirius sarcastically comments, clapping his friend on the shoulder as he grumbles to himself. “We’ll try again, though. And we won’t stop until there’s success.”

Not so easily dissuaded, the two continued their attempts until the chess pieces became an incoherent mess of chatter that rivalled the chess players’ own arguments. It had become such a recurring spectacle that the common area had gradually filled up with other students throughout the weeks, eyeing the chess game for anything interesting that had been rumoured to happen. However, in their attempt at success, they had abandoned all caution for getting caught in the act, leaving them face to face with a very unamused, very irate fifth-year with flaring nostrils.

“Why don’t you find something more productive to do with your time?” the fifth-year lashes out, barely able to contain their irritation. “This isn’t very funny!”

“Au Contraire~ my friend,” Sirius sings playfully as James chuckles beside him, “It was very funny, right guys?” he asks the audience, who cheer wildly, prompting him and James to bow at the waist. Both were happy to provide the entertainment of the night. From his usual seat at the fireplace, Remus rolls his eyes but hides his smirk behind his book as Peter snickers to himself, quite proud of having participated in the background.

And so began the group’s reign of harmless, silly pranks. In the following weeks, the Gryffindor common room became the group’s testing facility for experiments, much to the amusement and irritation of their fellow Gryffindor housemates. It was a double-edged sword; they managed to earn equal amounts of love and abhor for their efforts.

One week, they had enchanted the cushions into making flatulent sounds whenever someone sat down, a surprising suggestion from Remus, who was well-versed in muggle pranks and had introduced them to the concept of a whoopie-cushion. Another week, they enchanted pages to appear blank in borrowed books from the library that were haphazardly left out, a lesson they wanted to teach those who were careless with books in Remus’ place. Another evening, they had enchanted the dining hall goblets to sing ‘God Save the Queen’ whenever someone tried to take a sip of their pumpkin juice, pushing everyone to drink simple water instead. The pranks weren’t sophisticated, but it was enough that they managed to draw out waves upon waves of laughter from their peers and even some teachers. Professor Flitwick was especially impressed with the prank purely from a charm-casting perspective. Remus, however, was stubbornly pouty about the whole thing, constantly muttering on about how irresponsible and silly they were being.

“Come on, Lupin,” James pleads playfully, cosying up beside the bookish brunette, “You can’t deny helping us with that chessboard prank. Don’t pretend you’re above it. Why, I’d go so far as to say that you’d be quite brilliant if you actually put in the effort. You’d have Sirius and me beat!”

Remus buries his nose further into his book, avoiding the contagious mischief in his friends’ hazel eyes, “I only helped because leaving you two to your own devices only spells trouble,” he huffs, lowering his voice to murmur to himself, “you would have blown up the entire common room, otherwise…”

“Exactly!” Sirius claps and points to Remus, settling down on his other side and draping an arm over his shoulders, “You’re morally obligated to keep us from doing something truly catastrophic. You’re the good to our bad Lupin—”

“So you admit that what you did is bad.”

“And you admit that you’re doing the good~” Sirius was such a stubborn wall. “Consider it a public service.”

“Oh, don’t roll your eyes again at us; do that too often, and they’ll get stuck back there—” James comments off-handedly but comes to a stuttering stop when a devious thought comes to mind, “Say... there’s an idea~”

“No, James! No!” Remus protests, quickly purging the thought of yet another prank from James’ mind. He knew exactly where James’ thoughts were trailing towards from his words, and he didn’t like the notion one bit! Peter snickers to himself with Sirius at the display. James held his hands in surrender as Remus pointed a narrowed stare at him, a silent warning against committing such a cruel prank.

Soon enough, however, Remus also became a willing participant. At the ripe age of eleven years, he was more fascinated than repelled by James and Sirius’ creative antics, stemming from the perversity of James’ natural prankster nature and glamourised by Sirius’ likeness to flamboyance, giving the otherwise amateurish pranks a vivacious flare. It wasn’t only Remus, however; Peter was also roped in, easily swayed by his friends’ characters, somewhat addicted to pleasing them and being part of the group.

While James and Sirius spearheaded the misbehaviour, coming up with endless pranks, Remus suggested they set aside a separate notebook to document every idea, establishing himself as the group’s moderator. He was the one to suggest modifying elements of their plans and encouraging them to test the spells beforehand, personally doing so himself most of the time. Meanwhile, Peter had the space to become emboldened by James and Sirius’ encouragement. However, there remained a hesitance that Remus deeply understood in Peter whenever their portly friend pulled away from playing any of the daring roles in their schemes.

“Sirius and James are better for it,” Peter excused and was happy for his excuse to be so easily accepted.

Their dynamic was gradually being set: James and Sirius were the primary driving forces, dubbing them the ringleaders by many. They were constantly pouring out their many prank ideas into the notebook Remus had provided them with. Remus was the strategist who safeguarded their plans and affiliated spells. He liked to think that he was doing public service, ensuring that his friends didn’t get carried away and making certain that their plans didn’t spiral out of control. Leaving Peter as the loyal accomplice, always the first one to step up and prove his willingness to share in the daringness and mischief. They had become a solid group with a mounting reputation of being equal irritants and entertainers to the professors and students. Their friendship was ossified by shared laughter and devious plots whispered amongst them, their loyalties to each other as hard as diamonds.

Other than their pranks, however, James had other occupations, one that flooded his mind with the image of a beautiful red-haired girl, who had the most striking emerald eyes. Her name: is Lily Evans. As beautiful as the flower of her namesake. He was smitten the instant he saw her on the platform, smiling widely, her eyes sparkling with rapture as she waved her family goodbye and stepped onto the train with her luggage. Not only was she the most beautiful girl James had ever laid eyes on, but she was also brilliant. As a muggleborn, he didn’t expect her to be so bright and well-read on the wizarding world, but that only made him fall even deeper for her. In one of their early Potion classes, she had brewed the cure for boils with such effortless grace that their potions professor (Professor Slughorn) was brimming with pride, his eyes taking a shine to her already. James, on the other hand, wasn’t so talented. Despite his father’s success in potions, he had managed the impossible task of melting his cauldron, which earned him a thorough scolding from Professor Slughorn. He had been so distracted by the red-haired beauty in his periphery, that he barely registered the heat of the fire, and Peter was too hesitant to voice anything. From across the room, Sirius and Remus snickered under their breaths at him, earning them a narrowed gaze, but what had killed James was the unimpressed look Lily had sent his way.

So much for a good first impression.

As determined as he was to succeed with his pranks, however, James had the same stubbornness when it came to his newfound love. No, this wasn’t a mere crush; this was love. The same love his parents shared and were never shy about displaying. He wanted a soft, everlasting love like them, and he knew— deep down —he knew that it had to be with Lily Evans.

From afar, he watched her with longing, adoring eyes, admiring her subtle habits and dazzling smile, blown away by her viridescent stare. Her laughter easily fills up a room, and he finds himself eager to draw out as much of the sweet sound from her as possible. However, there was a conflicting emotion when James quickly realised the astonishing amount of time she spent with Severus Snape, a Slytherin boy with greasy black hair, paper-pale skin and dark, dark eyes. They appeared to share an interest in potions, always becoming the most efficient potion partners whenever they shared a potions class with the Slytherins. However, that doesn’t account for how often James sees them together outside of class, this simple fact making a bitter dislike fester from deep inside him, immediately and viscerally so.

“What does she even see in him?” James scoffs, muttering to himself resentfully as he struggles to come up with any new pranks; his mind is too preoccupied. Even the heat of the fireplace couldn’t tempt him into indulging in the cosy atmosphere that evening.

Sirius, who had been plotting beside him, shrugged, “Maybe Evans just has a thing for greasy hair.”

James makes a disgusted face, “No way! Not her,” he refuses to believe she would have such an unorthodox preference, “I’m going to do something about it,” Sirius raises a brow in silent question, his interest piqued; he’s always up for a good prank, no matter the target. With a devilish smirk, James pulled Sirius in by the shoulders, and the two began to scheme.

The following morning, it quickly became known that the Slytherin table was bewitched. Another prank. Whenever someone tried to eat their breakfast, their utensils flew out of their hands in protest and began sword fighting on the table. It caused such a ruckus that James and Sirius earned themselves a week’s long detention, but James couldn’t care less. Despite seeing her supposed friend’s misery from across the table, the defeated look Snape had sent her was enough to make Lily Evans laugh—really laugh— the sound so beautiful and twinkling like the stars, James felt no guilt. That was his reward, and it trumped any punishment. He would do it again and again just to hear her laugh once more.

The Christmas holidays were fast approaching, and the boys had made quite the reputation of themselves, their pranks only having grown bolder as the days went by. It was equally exciting and apprehensive all at once to everyone except the four, as anybody could be their potential, new ‘victim’. Even professors weren’t exempt from their schemes; McGonagall could attest to that when she had to suffer having vivid blue hair for an entire afternoon following an ‘accidental’ charm they had cast during her transfiguration class. That wasn’t escaping her, however, and they landed themselves another evening of detention with Filch.

Despite the chaos they caused, however, it was never mean-spirited. The end goal for their antics was always laughter. James was adamant about earning it from Lily Evans, his love. Sirius was adamant about earning it for himself, wanting the most from his school experience away from home, just so he always had something to write to Regulus about. Remus was adamant about ensuring that everybody was laughing, holding onto the belief that the pranks weren’t funny if only a select few had the privilege to laugh. And Peter was just happy to be surrounded by laughter and high spirits. The group’s ‘prankster’ reputation was sealed. They had fostered an unbreakable brotherhood.

James still had a long way to go before he even had the chance to earn Lily’s affection and heart. But, for the moment, he was content with the brothers he had found and bonded with, brothers he didn’t have the pleasure of growing up beside but eventually managed to find in his dorm mates and friends.

18th December 1971 | Hogwarts, Dining hall

Sirius was eager to get to breakfast, and considering James was the only morning person around, the two of them went to the dining hall at a good time despite it being the weekend. Remus and Peter weren’t as willing to get an early breakfast; however, favouring sleep and groggily ushered the other two away, promising they’d meet them at the dining all in their own time.

“Just save our seats,” Remus asked them to promise, his voice dripping with sleep.

“Funny how you’re not the typical morning person on the weekdays,” James begins after stretching his arms up and giving a resounding groan, “but you always get really excited whenever it’s Saturday morning.” Despite stating this, it was obvious what James was getting at.

“Oh, shut it,” Sirius huffs with a roll of his eyes, “it’s just routine, is all.” The eldest Black brother didn’t lie. It was routine for your letters to arrive on Saturdays, whereas Regulus liked to keep a steady flow of letters coming throughout the week. Although this could demonstrate a lack of interest on your part, Sirius understood that you were busy with the household and taking care of Regulus; he was only happy that you had yet to miss a single week. That amount of dedication was more than enough for him. He’s also very happy about the news he received from you and his favourite uncle, Alphard. His uncle had expressed his concerns in letters following his sorting ceremony, but Sirius was quick to reassure him, promising that his mother was just as happy about his sorting as he was. Sirius could tell that his Uncle wasn’t convinced and patiently awaited the day he would see for himself that his mother had changed for the better. And what a brilliant day that was. He received letters immediately from Regulus and his Uncle. he had to wait for his mother’s Saturday letter, but the good news was consistent throughout the different dialogues, proving its truth.

Good news seemed to be the only thing Sirius reads in the letters he receives from home. And he’d like to reciprocate that, especially for his mother. He wants to do well by her despite her assurances that she will always love and support him no matter what. He omits a large portion of his letters’ contents for you, not out of malice but in consideration for your standing as his mother. You’ve made such a turnaround for him and Regulus, he owes it to you to be a good student. So he writes all about his good grades and excellence in class, especially for his flying lessons, where things could easily become dangerous. He wouldn’t dare write a single word to you about the amount of mischief he and the boys have been up to. Yes, he felt guilty, but he was only sparing you the worry. He wasn’t even the only one omitting such details; he knows for a fact that James, Peter and Remus were also doing the same.

“Finally, breakfast!” Sirius regales, sitting at his usual seat and quickly piling up his plate. James, who sat across from him, mirrored his actions with the same amount of enthusiasm. Both had a bottomless pit for a stomach, a similarity they enjoyed sharing. They enjoyed sharing many similarities, actually, differences too. All throughout breakfast, James would see Sirius look up constantly, searching the enchanted ceilings for any owls, his eyes sharpening and glowing with eagerness at the sight of a familiar gold ribbon that would streak through the air with a letter written just for him.

“Mother’s letter~” James says in a mocking, airy tone, mimicking his friend’s common practice as soon as he receives a familiar, wax-sealed envelope addressed to him in your swirling handwriting.

“Bugger off, James!” Sirius laughs, playfully kicking his friend in the shin from beneath the table, earning a small exclamation of pain. But the grins on their faces haven’t slipped off. This was normal teasing, not worth getting offended over; a great way to start their day.

“What does it say?” James asks through a mouthful of toast, butter and strawberry jam — he's almost completely incoherent.

“Like I’d tell you.” Sirius rolls his eyes, unfurling the letter within and reading to himself with a smile. In his head, he imagines your voice reading the words to him personally. He often does this. He does it for your letters, for Regulus’ and for his Uncle Alphard’s too.

‘My dearest son, Sirius,’ He smiles at your usual opening. It never fails to make his chest flood with warmth at your affectionate address. He still can’t believe he receives such letters from you despite not being in Slytherin. You were once so adamant that he be sorted into the House of Snakes, but not anymore, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Because, you not caring about which house he gets into, shows that you accept him for him, and that’s all he could ever wish for.

‘It’s not long now until you come home. We all miss you terribly, Regulus and I, especially so.’ Sirius scoffs at the subtle mention of his father. He appreciates your delicateness on the matter, but he couldn’t care less; he gets enough familial love from you and Regulus, and even his uncle. Despite his father being largely neglectful, Sirius’ days are filled with warmth and happiness, knowing that he has you and Reggie and Uncle Alphard— his version of family is complete. Nothing else needs to be added or subtracted, it’s perfect as is, no matter how small compared to the rest of his family tree.

‘The Yule holidays will be a special one, I have so many fun activities planned for the family.’ Sirius’ eyebrows fly to his hairline, his eyes widening with excitement at your words. The winter holidays were always a dull affair, with the celebrations mainly consisting of soirees and events with the other pureblood, sacred 28 families. For the first time, Sirius was allowing himself to feel actual elation for what may come. Now that you’ve changed for the better, he wonders what sorts of fantastical things you’ve planned. He recalls the fun extracurricular lessons you meticulously put in place for him and Reggie, lessons that weren’t tedious to get through or spiritless in nature; rather, he always looked forward to them and often found himself bouncing around in anticipation for what you may have planned that day. From that judgment alone, he knows he’s in for a real treat.

‘Regulus doesn’t know anything, only that I have something special planned for all of us. And you will be just as clueless as him until the day finally arrives.’ With a grin Sirius, shakes his head, eyes filled with amusement. He doesn’t mind waiting for a surprise he knows will be anything but boring. It’ll be better than any of those soirees and stiff dinners. He’s heard many tales from his close friends about how they spend their winter holidays with their families, and it always made him a little jealous when theirs seemed more fun than his. James had hot chocolate every night and decorated the tree together with his parents, who also allowed him to fly outside on his broom so long as he dressed well. Peter baked gingerbread with his mother, and they assembled a house together for the little gingerbread men to live in. Remus would watch muggle Christmas films with his parents every night leading up to Christmas day and get up early to unwrap presents, after which they would cook and eat breakfast together. It was all quite mundane, but it sounded so magical to Sirius. He wants that for Regulus. He wants it for his family. Maybe this year, their winter holiday, their Yule, would feel a lot more magical.

‘I can’t wait to hear all about Hogwarts from you in person. I’ve missed you so much. All I want is for you to hurry home so we can all be together again. It’s truly not the same without you here.’

As he finishes off the letter, James begins to laugh, filling in Remus and Peter as they groggily take their seats beside them. “This loon was all giddy over his letter again,” James teases, pointing a finger at Sirius, who huffs but fails to hide his smile and simply returns the letter to its envelope. It was a careful ritual he did to preserve each and every letter he received. He’s eaten out an entire tin of the biscuits you had baked with Regulus and sent him, and he used it to store all the letters he has received from the two of you. It was his most precious treasure at school. Sirius didn’t care for much, and he’s been able to better reign in his temper, but if anyone were to touch those letters, he’d go on a blind rampage.

“It’s good to know that his Mother cares so much about him,” Remus comments, smiling through his tiredness as he piles his plate on with a helping of scrambled eggs and a few slices of bacon.

Sirius smirks and gives James a look, “That’s right, why aren’t you happy for me Jamie?~” Peter begins to snicker as James splutters a response, “Are you jealous I get more letters from my Mother than you?”

“Shut up!” James flicks a splatter of jam at him from across the table with the bread knife he had been using to spread it over his toast.

Shielding himself with his hands, Sirius laughs, “Oi! Watch it!”

“…Wanker…” James utters under his breath, but there’s no lingering malice between them. This was as peaceful as breakfast can go between the four.

Another regular occurrence at breakfast is James’ wandering eyes and his longing stare at a renowned, witty and otherwise disinterested redhead. A fellow Gryffindor who had a close and unusual friendship with a Slytherin. They made for an unusual pair, but Sirius had no problems with them. His main focus was on James’s obvious crush.

“Evans again, eh?” Peter pipes up through a mouthful of scrambled eggs, only to snicker when James hurriedly shushes him. Sirius wasn’t the only one interested in James’ transparent puppy love, it seems.

“Shut your gob, Peter; she’ll hear you.” There was an evident blush on James’ cheeks, and the entire group giggled at his expense. The playful banter, however, evaporates as soon as James sees Lily stand to head out with her supposed friend, Snape. His expression falls so drastically, the tension in the air becomes palpable, “I don’t like him one bit...”

“Why? Because he’s with your girlfriend?” Sirius snickers, trying to keep the atmosphere light-hearted only to duck out of the way when James sends another splatter of jam his way. The next time he does that, Sirius swears he’ll try to aim the jam into his mouth just to be silly and rile James up more.

“No! I don’t!”

“Liar liar! Lying to your friends isn’t a very good habit Jamie~”

James rolls his eyes while Remus and Peter giggle to themselves, “I’m serious—”

“I thought you were James? I’m Sirius,” Remus and Peter begin cackling, sharing high fives between themselves and Sirius as James grumbles lowly. Suddenly, his friend reaches over the table to swat at his hair until Sirius pleads for him to stop. The two of them share an amused grin until James sighs, seemingly having reigned in his bitterness.

“He’s a Slytherin…and she’s a Gryffindor, it just doesn’t make sense.”

Sirius raised a brow, “What’s wrong with Slytherin?” his lips had moved before he could stop himself, and he looked around cautiously for a moment, knowing the rivalry between the two houses well, “It’s just that… I could have been in Slytherin.”

“But that’s just it; you weren’t sorted into Slytherin, he was,” James expresses, clearly speaking about Snape.

Sirius stays silent as Remus quickly picks the conversation back up, not wanting the tension to continue needlessly, “Just admit your crush and that you’re jealous James,” This earns a smirk from Sirius and Peter, and they all simultaneously give James a singular, teasing look.

“I’m not jealous of him!”

“Seems to me like you are~"

James groans and decides to leave the subject altogether. “My breakfast is getting cold because of you. Leave me alone.” They share another light-hearted laugh and finally focus back on the better subject of food.

21st December 1971 | King’s Cross Station, Platform 9¾ 

Standing at the platform with Regulus vibrating with excitement at your side and Orion standing off near the brick walls of the station, together, as a family, you await Sirius’ arrival. It was a cold winter’s day, but you could barely feel the chilling temperatures through your eagerness. You wonder if Sirius had grown much taller since the last time you saw him, you wonder if he still has the same preferences in food, and you wonder if he was happy to reunite with you all again. None of that mattered, however, not when he would be arriving soon, safe and sound — you just couldn’t wait to have him in your arms again.

Regulus has been especially excited for today, eager to dress himself for the occasion — in fact, he was the first one at the door this morning. You were second, and Orion came trailing behind as the third. Kreacher was helpfully staying behind to finish up the grand lunch spread you had begun making for Sirius to come home to. He must be terribly tired from the long journey. But it’s nothing some good food and family time at the table could help.

“How much longer do you think he’ll be, Mother?” Regulus asks, looking up at you with starry eyes.

“I don’t know, little love,” you express honestly, observing the congregating families around you, “but I hope he’ll get here soon.” The two of you share a smile and look back onto the tracks once more, fervidly awaiting the arrival of the train.

“I…I think I hear something,” Regulus comments softly, straining his ears and stretching his neck out to better see the path of the potentially arriving train.

“Regulus, be careful!” you fret, hurriedly pulling him back to safety, but he had no care for it, already bouncing in place.

“It’s coming! The train is coming!” His elated exclamation can be heard throughout the platform and makes all the surrounding families straighten in anticipation for their sons and daughters, who are finally coming home for the holidays.

“I know it’s exciting, but there wasn’t a need for you to put yourself at risk, alright? Regulus?” you look into his eyes meaningfully as he nods, “Promise me you won’t do something so silly again.”

The soft pink cheeks of your youngest, due to the biting cold, become all the more pink from your worry, but he nods agreeably. “Yes, Mother. I’m sorry.” Smiling satisfactorily, you kiss his crown and pull yourselves back even further as the train finally arrives at the station. It arrives with a flurry of smoke and an echoing horn. Sirius is here. You try to keep your heart at bay, feeling as though it would fly out of your chest, just at the idea of Sirius being so close. Glancing behind you, Orion leant against the brick wall, looking around impatiently and with such dull disinterest that your excitement was momentarily overcast. What an unpleasant attitude to have. Was he not happy for Sirius to be home after so long? He can stay back there for all you care. For now, you focus on searching the globulous crowds flocking to the train entrances for your eldest son.

You made sure to clearly inform Regulus about your plans for collecting Sirius at the station. Rightfully predicting the large mass of people, you warned him to keep his distance and stay close to you. It was important that he not let his excitement get the best of him, or else he would be putting himself in danger by carelessly mixing in with the crowds of people.

“Stay close, Reggie,” you remind him, and he gives your hand a reassuring clench.

Searching the crowds carefully, you try to find Sirius as quickly as possible. You try to pick out his pale skin, his angular features, his glittering grey eyes and his mess of black hair. The search was made rather difficult because of the bustling crowds, but you stood your ground, only cursing the masses in your head for keeping you away from your son longer than needed.

“Mother!” came a distant but approaching shout, and your head snapped to the voice’s direction, “Reggie!” Sirius breaks through the crowd with an adoring, toothy grin that you had long missed.

“Sirius!” Regulus shouts and runs to his brother with open arms. From your place, you watch their reunion with fond eyes, doing your best to wait patiently for when Sirius would make it the rest of the way to you.

“I missed you so much!” Sirius laughs into his little brother’s hair.

“I missed you too, Siri…” Regulus sighs into his older brother’s chest. It’s been too long since they’ve last seen each other. Those letters weren’t enough. “Come!” he grabs his older brother’s hand and leads him back to you. “Mother’s missed you too!”

Sirius looks up and grins before running into your wide-open arms, sighing into the thick fabric of your jacket. You use one hand to shrink his luggage and have Regulus pocket them while Orion begrudgingly carries his owl’s cage. You’ve knelt to meet him at his height, pressing his face into your shoulder as you prop your chin over his own.

“Oh! My darling, my darling~” you coo, finally allowing yourself to savour the feel of him in your arms, “I’ve missed you so so much!”

“I missed you too, Mother!” Sirius grins, his spirit bright and shining through his beautiful grey eyes, “Thank you for picking me up.” his politeness makes you awe and begin peppering his face with kisses. “S-stop!” he chuckles, clearly not opposed to the affection in the slightest. “You’re embarrassing me in front of my friends.”

“Friends?” you stutter, pausing as you look behind him to see the young marauders holding back devious smirks at the sight. It appears as though they have already introduced themselves to Regulus, who finds his way back to you with a wide smile.

“They all sound nice, Mother,” Regulus comments, positioning himself beside you and facing the three school boys who arrived with his brother, doing his best to ignore Orion’s displeased expression and narrowed gaze. His father had been very irritable and impatient this morning. It was very disappointing to see, but Regulus didn’t allow it to pollute his personal delight over Sirius’ return.

“Let me introduce you,” Sirius starts with a messy-haired young man with round glasses, standing at a healthy height and with the faintest dimples showing in his cheeks. “This one is called James,”

“This one?!” James blanches, making you all laugh before he finally greets you properly, “James Potter, here! Good afternoon, Ma’am,”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, James,” you smile kindly at him, trying to temper your racing mind and heart as best as you can. The marauders were right in front of you. How surreal! So distracted were you at keeping your reactions reasonable that you completely missed the slight shock that crossed all three boys’ expressions before they melted into a soft look of admiration — one similar to puppy love. You’re pretty... was their silent but unanimous conclusion. They only caught a glimpse of you from the dining hall on the day Sirius had been called to see Dumbledore, but seeing you up close made them realise how small of a glimpse they caught of your beauty. Perhaps it was also because of how loving they knew you to be through Sirius that their puppy love blossomed so easily.

“This is Peter,” Sirius gestures to a portly boy with sandy blonde hair and chubby cheeks flushed red from the cold.

“H-hello, Madam, it’s Peter Pettigrew,” Peter greets shyly, finishing off his introduction whilst avoiding your eyes.

“Hello, Peter.” You can’t help but admire how adorable-looking Peter appeared. Right now, he’s just an innocent child who’s only beginning to figure out who he truly is as a person. Hopefully, you can help him avoid getting pulled into the darkness and help the boys form a stronger bond that keeps him on the right side. You’ve seen the online discussions of how Peter could have been the parallel for Neville before it all went wrong; in this reality, you were determined to make them exact parallels. You won’t allow Peter to be led astray.

“And lastly, this is Remus Lupin.” Sirius corrects himself to make a full introduction this time and turns you to a brunette with faint scars marring the skin of his neck, jaw and face, his sweet features all bundled up in the cosiest grandpa jumper you’ve ever seen.

“A pleasure, Ma’am,” There’s a shyness in Remus’ smile that makes you want to coo at him but manage to hold yourself back. Taking in his precious appearance makes your determination to help Damocles with the Wolfsbane potion grow all the more. A kind, innocent boy like him didn’t deserve to suffer the consequences of such a terrible ailment, especially one that was forced upon him at such a young age.

Smiling sweetly, you give a small nod, “The pleasure’s all mine, Remus, hello.” You take a moment to meet each of their gazes individually. “It’s wonderful to finally put a name to the face. Sirius has written so much about you in his letters,” The three share a teasing grin as Sirius goes a soft pink beside you.

“Mother!” he hisses under his breath, but you ignore him with a light laugh.

“My~ It feels as though I’m meeting celebrities,” James’ chest visibly puffs up as Remus and Peter tuck in their chins bashfully.

“It’s really nice of you to talk about us, Sirius,” Peter comments softly, his words genuine and his eyes grateful.

“Of course, I would,” Sirius defends, his embarrassment turning into smugness. He sees the perfect opportunity to poke fun at them and jumps at it, “I had no one else to rant about you sorry lot,”

“Excuse you!” James huffs, his hands leaving his hips to reach for Sirius, who ducks behind you with a laugh. Peter, on the other hand, pouts exaggeratedly while Remus shakes his head.

“Goodness,” you giggle to yourself as Sirius looks over your shoulder to make a funny face at James, who returns the gesture, soon being joined by Remus and Peter, all of them now pulling silly faces at each other. Regulus was tempted enough to join in, “You lot are a bunch of goofs.”

Regulus nods in agreement beside you, pretending that he hadn’t just joined in and giggled along, his eyes glittering with the idea that he may make the same fun friendships when he finally gets to go to Hogwarts next year. He’s never seen his brother so energetic and laid back before. If this was the effect Hogwarts had on his disposition, then he couldn’t wait to join in on the fun. Regulus has read about the group’s many pranks during school in Sirius’ letters, and although he was hesitant to indulge his elder brother’s misbehaviour at first, he soon fell into the wondrous magic such a brotherhood fostered. He wanted to be a part of it, too. He wanted to create his own.

“We need to get home. Hurry it up!” your husband demands from a step or two behind you, impatiently carrying Sirius’ owl in its cage.

“Really, Orion…” you huff, slowly standing and shooting the stone-faced, bitter mana scowl, “aren’t you the least bit interested in your eldest son’s close friends?” you ask, willing yourself to restrain the amount of bite in your tone, aware of the suddenly quiet and tense atmosphere between you. Orion has the most horrid habit of disturbing the peace.

“I’m interested in getting out of this cold. Hurry. Up!” he snaps once more before turning around to lead the way home. Sighing, you turn to the marauders and your two sons with an apologetic smile, hoping to ease their tense shoulders and tight expressions. “I’m sorry dears, but my husband’s anxious to get home,” they nod their heads in understanding.

“It’s okay, ma’am,” James offers a smile, helping to ease the tension even more. “I should really go find my own parents, too,”

“Of course, thank you for understanding,” reaching out, you softly begin petting Sirius’ hair as he stood at your side. “Perhaps we can invite you over for a get-together over the holidays? It would be nice to spend some time with each other over some tea and games.” The boys look at each other excitedly, their eyes and smiles wide with anticipation. Sirius and Regulus, however, look up at you in surprise. They didn’t expect this at all, but they should have; you’ve changed so much already. Naturally, you would be more willing to allow them to befriend and spend time with those they made their friends. Your sons’ chests filled with warmth at the thought and they couldn’t keep themselves from smiling widely.

“That’ll be great! Thanks!” James cheers.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun,” Peter adds, his shyness disappearing into a bright-eyed smile.

Remus nods along happily, “I can’t wait!” You watch fondly as the 11-year-old marauders share a group hug before waving them off.

“Aren’t we going yet, Mother?” Regulus asks, tugging gently on your skirt. Both sons look at you with curious eyes.

“Of course, I just want to make sure your friends get to their parents safely,” your answer makes Sirius smile gratefully, and you all patiently watch and wait. It didn’t take long for James to greet his parents. He points you out, and you wave at him while his parents stare in shock. Their jaws dropped in surprise at the sight of the Black family’s matriarch happily waving at them with an uncharacteristically kind smile. The same happened with Remus when he reunited with his parents, too. Peter’s mother also shared the same astounded look but was unwilling to stay longer than needed and hurries him away.

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“Your friends were very lovely, Siri,” you comment sweetly as you all arrive back at 12 Grimmauld Place, dusting yourselves off as the green flames of the fireplace subsided “I wish we could have stayed longer.”

“It’s alright.” Sirius smiles up at you, appreciative of your open kindness to his friends, the complete opposite of his father’s judging stares. “They had their families to get back to—”

“What Took You So Long?!” Orion’s voice boomed and shook the walls of the living area, instantly riding the light-hearted nature of the atmosphere.

As Sirius and Regulus stiffened up and inched closer to you, you answer Orion calmly, leaning down to help the boys out of their coats, “We made sure Sirius’ friends returned to their families safely before leaving. Is that so wrong?” Orion scoffs, clearly annoyed that he was kept waiting around for you. “We didn’t mind the cold all that much but I know it was getting to be a lot for you, dear, we understand,” your husband flushes red at the cheeks and stomps off to his office with his tail tucked between his legs. It was hard to suppress your victorious smirk.

“I won’t be joining your lunch! Have the food be delivered to me in my office!” Orion’s reverberating voice disappears up the stairs with him. Good riddance.

“As you wish,” you then call for Kreacher to help you put the boys’ clothes away and serve Orion his helping of the lunch you had prepared for Sirius’ return.

“Right away, Mistress,” Kreacher smiles, magicking the coats to their rightful places once Regulus took Sirius’ shrunken luggage out from his pockets and finally turned to Sirius with a warm look, “Kreacher is most happy to have young master Sirius return,”

Sirius smiles back happily, “Thank you, Kreacher. It’s good to be back too,” giving his young master a nod, Kreacher disappears to deliver Orion’s plate while you usher the boys upstairs to unpack. Sirius can see the visible growth in Kreacher’s once anxious and gloomy nature. The house elf looked much happier now and it was a good sight to behold, a welcome change. Gone was the house elf that perpetuated the torment his mother and father inflicted onto him.

“I’m sure you two would want to have some time to catch up, but you don’t have to fully unpack just yet, lunch is waiting.” the three of you step into Sirius’ bedroom together, where you un-shrink his luggage for him.

“Thank you, Mother.” Sirius turns to you only to be pulled into your warm embrace once more.

“Not at all, sweetheart.” You pull away and lovingly caress his features. Starting from the top of his head, your soft touch drifts down to rest against his cheek. “It’s so good to have you back, Sirius. I missed you terribly.” Gently, you press a kiss to his forehead and move to his bedroom doorway. “I’ll be setting up the table downstairs. Try not to take too long, my loves, we don’t want the food getting cold.”

“Of course, Mother, see you downstairs.” Sirius grins, and the brothers watch as you leave the room, eagerly floating down the stairs to meet Kreacher in the kitchen, where you both share the task of prepping the table for everyone to eat. You were quite relieved that Orion wouldn’t be joining you. The recent meals you’ve shared have been rather tense, and it was clear that he was still bitter over Sirius’ unfilial behaviour that was the cause of him being sorted into Gryffindor rather than Slytherin. Honestly, he was more of a child than your two young sons.

The boys don’t spend too long up in Sirius’ room, both pulled to the kitchen and dining area by the delicious smell of food in the air. They also didn’t want to catch up too much by themselves; sharing their conversation with you over the food you had prepared was a far more pleasant idea.

“Everything smells so good!” Regulus expresses as he and Sirius step into the dining area, smiling at the sight of you bustling about the kitchen with Kreacher.

“Why thank you, little love,” Sirius looks to his younger brother at the new term of endearment he’s earned while he was away at school. There was a mix of jealousy and assurance in his eyes. You definitely took good care of Regulus when he was away. “The food I prepared is quite nostalgic, actually,” you giggle to yourself and urge them to step up beside you. As they do, their steps eager and swift, they gasp simultaneously. Sharing a smile for a moment, they look up to you again with glittering eyes, nostalgia swimming in the warmth flooding their chests.

“Hunter’s chicken and fish and chips!” Sirius exclaims, eying the hearty meal he had ordered at the pub when you all went school shopping with him earlier that year.

“That’s right.” You hand him his plate of Hunter’s chicken and urge him to sit at the table with it before handing Regulus his plate of fish and chips to do the same. “I’m saving the shepherd's pie for dinner tonight.” Orion had requested the hunter’s chicken earlier that day, so you would be eating the second portion of fish and chips. “Boys,” you call their attention before they can take up their knives and forks. Their hands stutter mid-air, and they look at you with curious eyes, wondering what you need of them. Hopefully, it was nothing serious. “Kreacher helped prepare this food with me. Can we thank him properly for his efforts, please?”

Smiling brightly, Regulus and Sirius search around for Kreaher, who bashfully pops into existence beside you, “Thank you for helping prepare the food, Kreacher,” Regulus smiles at the shy house elf who couldn’t even meet his eyes.

“Yes, thank you, Kreacher. Everything looks amazing!” Sirius adds, his words sincere and his eyes crinkling at the edges from his appreciative smile.

“Young masters a-are most—” Kreacher looks to you briefly for some assurance before continuing, “most welcome...”

Nodding happily, you also offer your thanks and finally allow Kreacher to disappear elsewhere. He was slowly getting accustomed to the new dynamic between the matriarch and his young masters, but it wasn’t to the point of comfortably eating with you at the dinner table just yet. That habit of his was so stubbornly ingrained, that you doubt it would be an easy habit to vanquish entirely.

“Good job, dears,” you gesture for them to continue with their lunch, but they don’t move. Instead, they turn their full attention to you.

“Thank you for the delicious food too, Mother,” Sirius begins, “I already know this is going to taste amazing! I’m so happy to be home again!” admittedly his words and toothy grin make you tear up a bit and you quickly blink the tears away, wanting to keep the day a happy occasion.

“Sirius’ is right, thank you so much, Mother. I’m going to savour every last bite!” Regulus adds, pushing you all the more into breaking apart before them.

“You two stop teasing your Mother and eat your food already!” They laugh at your playful huff and finally dig into their lovingly prepared meals. The time was spent thoroughly enjoying the delicious, nostalgic taste of the food while also questioning Sirius about his time spent at Hogwarts. It was exciting to hear about his months spent away first-hand, as the Marauders era was always relatively vague. Yours and Regulus’ attentions were fully captivated by Sirius’ fun retelling of lessons and things he’s learned. You were beginning to get suspicious however; not a single prank against the other students was mentioned, but you were confident in his mischievous antics. He could keep it away from you in his letters home, but you were hopeful that he’d be willing to share the details in person. It was a little disappointing as that was something you were very excited to hear about. Although you were willing to let it go. You’re happy as is to hear whatever Sirius was willing to share. That was more than enough for you.

“My, my, it sounds like you’ve had a wonderful time,” you comment, smiling as Sirius affirms with an enthusiastic nod. “You’ve got Regulus all riled up and eager to join you at Hogwarts now,” you and Sirius giggle together at the image of his sparkly-eyed younger brother across the table.

“It sounds like so much fun, you can’t blame me,” Regulus expresses, tucking his chin into his chest sweetly and with a sheepish pink hue on his cheeks.

“I’m sorry for teasing, dear, you’re just too adorable.”

“And I can’t wait until you join me too, Reggie!” Sirius explains, “It’ll be even more fun when you get to Hogwarts too; we can hang out all the time!”

“Yeah!”

Smiling at their interaction, you helpfully try to reign in their excitement, “Just make sure to allow your brother to make his own friends too, Sirius,”

“Of course! And when you do, we can form one big group of friends.” Sirius’ excitement is still just as animated and contagious. But you were happy for his response and had no complaints when Regulus appeared to rise up all the more in his seat.

“That’ll be so much fun!”

22nd December 1971 | 12 Grimmauld Place

Stepping out of their rooms, Sirius and Regulus meet each other in the hallway, grabbing and tugging at their rather stuffy suits. Today was the day of the Yule soiree that was arranged yearly for the sacred 28 families and many other prominently high-class wizarding families. In the memories you glimpse through Walburga’s previous grumblings leading up to the event, however, makes you purse your lips at the thought that, despite the arrangement helpfully trying to make the influential wizarding families mingle with one another, most of the pureblood elitist houses sequester themselves in a luxury room, separate from everyone else. This only perpetuated the divide, and you didn’t want that for your boys. For Orion and appearance’s sake, you’ll follow them into the luxury room but slowly inch you and your boys away and back into the main area.

“You two look like the perfect pair of gentlemen,” you coo but smile apologetically when you notice their awkward stance. “Are you uncomfortable, my loves?”

“Only a little bit,” Regulus confesses politely.

“Try a lot,” Sirius grumbles, always the one who’s more forthcoming with his truths.

“I’m sorry, dears,” leaning forward, you press a soft, loving kiss onto their foreheads, “try to bear with it as best as you can, okay?” Thankfully, the two were willing to cooperate with you and nodded.

“You look beautiful, Mother.” You smile kindly at Regulus’s sweet comment and thank him softly with a kiss to his crown.

“I agree!” Sirius grins and steps up to you, bringing your hand up to his lips, where he kisses your knuckles. “Mother, you’ll be the most beautiful lady at the soiree.” his actions fluster you, but you’re happy to have raised such a gentleman.

“You flatterer,” you hide your bashful expression in Sirius’ curls and press a kiss to his crown in thanks while Regulus giggles from beside you both. The three of you meet Orion in the living room, where you plan on using the Floo network to reach the venue.

“It’s about time,” Orion huffs, adjusting his cuff links before ordering Kreacher to place the dust-repelling spell onto everyone’s clothing so that the debris from the fireplace doesn’t affect your cleanliness. “We can’t be late to the soiree. Stop dawdling!” Orion hurries into the fireplace first and doesn’t wait for anyone else before he’s swallowed up by green flames. You sigh but offer your two sons a patient smile.

“You heard your father; it’s polite to be on time.” You turn to Kreacher as you urge the boys into the fireplace. “We’ll be back soon Kreacher.” With a soft farewell, Kreacher waves you off as you, too, are consumed by green flames.

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A/N : Phew~ that was a long one omg! I hope you darlings enjoyed the chapter and are looking forward to the next one! Chapter 10 will have a lot of fluffy, domestic moments that I'm very excited to share with all of you! For now, I hope this chapter was a good read for you!

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prompt: patronus. @wolfstarmicrofic word count: 739 september 8th ao3 post

“This is impossible” Sirius huffs and sits back in one of the few scattered chairs around the DADA classroom, clearly defeated. “What’s that shit about happy memories? Fucking idiotic, it’s not even working.”

“Have we finally found a spell that not even the great Sirius Black can perform? Should we call the Prophet? Inform the Ministry?” James jokes from his seat at Remus’ right, and he only receives a glare in return, when any other person would have been hexed into the next year just before they finished the sentence.

Remus considers it a bit hypocritical, seeing as James is also struggling with it, only having managed to conjure a faint silvery mist, the same as Peter. Remus, for his part, hasn’t even tried yet, scared of its possible corporal form.

Still, he knows the drill and can help his friend.

“You’re thinking too much and too loud, Sirius.” He says, kindly, because the other boy’s frustration is too evident and it seems like the best approach. “Which memory are you using?”

“When the Hat sent me to Gryffindor.” Sirius replies, almost in a whisper, genuinely pouting like a baby.

“See? That’s the problem.” Remus says. “That memory isn’t good enough.”

“Why not?” His friend frowns, clearly confused but he doesn’t look hurt or offended. “It’s the happiest memory I can think of.”

“But it’s tainted, Pads.” He presses, not unkindly, and leans forward to touch Sirius’ forearm. “You were stressed and worried and your family were horrible just about twenty minutes later it happened. You need something without negative connotations.”

“Excellent piece of advice, Mr Lupin!” Professor Musgrove’s voice hollers from behind them. “Our chosen memories must be as pure as possible, free of bad feelings. Even if we think happiness is overruling them, sometimes the hurt is too sharp to be defeated. Please, my boy and resident assistant teacher, will you demonstrate the spell to the class?”

“Sir, I don’t–”

“I insist!” The man ignores him. “Your theoretical knowledge should be enough, and you clearly are in control of your feelings.”

Yeah, I wish I was, you twat.

Remus grimaces towards his friends, trying not to notice how Sirius is staring right into his eyes, and stands up. He should have shut up, but Sirius needed his help and he just… Whatever now, too late. 

The werewolf closes his eyes and tries to find a good memory, quickly falling for the morning of the first Full Moon after his three mates knew what happened to him once a month, about the monster. After the moment they accepted him completely, and without asking anything in return. It might go against the idea of it not being tainted by bad sensations (the transformation is horrible on its own, obviously) but the happiness he felt when he woke up and saw Sirius sleeping in that uncomfortable chair right next to his bed. 

The others have joined here and there, but Sirius has always been the constant feature. It is he who Remus thinks about for this.

“Expecto Patronum.”

He would have known it had worked even without the collective gasp of his classmates, just by how the air moves around him and the tip of his fingers tickle. It is a wonderful sensation, so, even if he is scared shitless of facing the reality and whatever comes next, Remus opens his eyes slowly. 

The silvery figure is clearly and evidently canine and massive, but that is where the similarities with Moony end. The snout is different, the ears bigger and the paws less menacing. Even the doggy grin is an exact replica of Padfoot’s.

Remus’ hearts stop for a second there, but he can’t look anywhere else, too entranced and shocked by the implications. 

“Amazing! Look at that–!”

“Expecto Patronum.”

Sirius’ deep voice cuts the air and the teacher’s praising, conjuring a mist that quickly takes form almost as big as the one in front of Remus, a shape that he hasn’t seen in front of him ever in his life but has been described enough to him that Remus could recognise anywhere. The eyes, though, are the exact same ones he sees in the mirror every day, and he has almost a full minute to be shocked before the impressive spirit of Moony joins Padfoot in a tackle game.

“Well, who could have expected this?” James chuckles, and Remus finally looks at Sirius.

Who could have expected this, indeed. 

[appocalipse]

RIGHT WHERE I WANT TO BE : ̗̀➛ SIRIUS BLACK

summary: it's only when lily accidentally spills amortentia on you and all you can smell is cigarettes and dog fur that you realize you're in love with sirius — probably the only person in the world you shouldn't be in love with.

"Oh, crap!" Lily seems on the verge of panic as she stares at the fresh stain on your clothes. "I'm so sorry!"

Somewhat shocked, you reach your hand to the front of your uniform and try to rub it away. It's no use. "It's okay," you assure her gently, relieved that the liquid didn't spill on the clean set of clothes you were folding instead, "it was an accident."

You put the clothes safely away in the trunk near your bed. They still have the fresh and clean scent of lavender. Your uniform, however…

Lily points her wand at your chest, and the stain quickly disappears. She had rushed through the entrance of the dormitory fast as lightning, crashing right into you and spilling…

Well, what exactly?

"Lily," you bring a hand to your own face, sniffing, then sniffing again. "What is this? It smells like a wet dog and-"

Your eyes meet and you immediately dislike the look on her face. Too much restrained excitement slowly bubbling up...

"-cigarettes…" you trail off, some sort of realization dawning on you way too late.

It can't be.

Lily bites her lower lip as if trying to hold back a smile. "Is that what it smells like to you?"

You also catch the scent of quill ink and freshly brewed coffee, so it can only be…

You put your hand away from your nose as if it's on fire.

"Tell me this is not what I think this is."

"If you're not thinking of Amortentia, then yes."

"Why would you brew Amortentia?!"

"For Professor Slughorn," she sees the confusion etched on your face and looks positively horrified. "Not for Professor Slughorn to drink! Ew! I said I'd like to try brewing one because it's, you know, a bit complicated and I've never tried before. He said he'd give Gryffindor some points if I succeeded. I didn't know you would… you know, smell Sirius."

"I never said I smelled him!"

"Okay! Okay," Lily raises both hands in surrender. Then, quieter, she adds, "You can pretend all you want."

You sigh. "Did you only have this vial?"

"Well, there should be some potion left in the cauldron, I think."

Great. An opportunity to escape this beyond strange situation. "I'll go get it for you."

"But I-"

You're out the Gryffindor common room before Lily has a chance to question your offer. The need to get away from that impending conversation is stronger than anything else right now.

Your heart is racing as you walk through the corridors of the castle, heading towards the dungeons, where Potions class usually take place. Each step is an effort to calm your turbulent mind and find some peace.

Upon reaching the Potions classroom, you welcome the silent space as you enter. The characteristic smell of magical ingredients and herbs fills your nostrils, bringing a familiar and almost comforting sensation… until you catch that smell. Amortentia.

You look around, searching for Lily's cauldron, which she mentioned leaving behind.

It's not hard to find; the smell is quite distinct, enchanting, all the things you love most in the world somehow united in a single aroma.

The cauldron is sitting on one of the workbenches. You approach cautiously, making sure not to knock anything over. Then you rummage through the shelves for an empty vial and pour some of the potion into it, feeling like you're doing something wrong even though Lily had Slughorn's permission.

The door opens, and you almost drop a row of glass bottles as you turn to look.

"What are you doing here?" he asks.

It's Sirius. Of course, it's him.

He closes the door behind him, and your heart skips a beat as it usually does whenever he's around. He's wearing the Gryffindor uniform, the first two buttons undone, revealing a patch of delicate skin just below his neck.

You don't need to wonder how he got there or why. Chances are, he extracted every piece of information he needed from Lily with little to no effort.

"What are you doing?" he asks calmly. You, on the other hand, don't feel calm at all.

"Nothing, just..."

"Just?" He takes a step closer, and you instinctively move away from the workbench, trying not to show the nervousness you truly feel.

"I just came to get something," you say.

Sirius gives a suspicious glance at the cauldron. "Is it a love potion?" He's a skilled wizard. Skilled enough to know the answer to that question, yet he waits for you to respond.

"Lily made it," you say defensively, holding up the vial containing the potion to illustrate your point unnecessarily.

"And what scent do you smell?" he questions, with a genuine curiosity in his tone that catches you off guard. "What does the potion smell like to you?"

"Lily told you," it's far from a question.

But Sirius has a knack for playing games.

"She told me what?"

"You know what."

This time, you step back as he advances, unable to help yourself, swallowing hard and Sirius notices. He takes another step forward, and you take another step back.

"Sirius," you warn.

In return, Sirius says your name, his tone lighter, more playful, soft as a feather. Then, another step.

You nearly bump your hip against one of the workbenches as you take another desperate step back. Sirius, being Sirius, raises an eyebrow, making no effort to hide his amusement.

It's unfair. It's simply unfair that he's so good-looking, starting at you without feeling the need to averting his gaze. "You don't have to do this," you find yourself saying.

Sirius seems genuinely puzzled.

"Do what?"

You steal a glance in your peripheral vision. The room won't go on forever; you need to say something to get out of this situation before he gets too close. You don't trust yourself near Sirius.

"Turn me down. Be all nice-" you stutter. He keeps advancing toward you. Back almost against the wall, you dodge another workbench and turn to the left, trying to prevent him from cornering you.

Sirius chuckles. "Is that what you think?"

"I'm a big girl. I can take rejection."

He glances in the direction of the cauldron. "Do you want to know what scent I smell?"

"No."

"Leather-"

"Sirius-"

"Gasoline," he raises his chin, nose in the air as if enjoying one scent after another. "Apple pie."

For a moment, you close your eyes. "Stop it."

"And lavender."

Your heart is pounding in your chest. He's not being serious, a little voice in your mind insists. It can't be serious. He's just teasing you... or maybe just being a good friend. Too good a friend.

It would be easier if he wasn't. If he were less kind to you, less handsome, less charming.

It's not easy.

You're breathless, trying to keep your distance from Sirius as he sets a slow advance, a constant tease. It's an internal battle between the desire to give in to the attraction you feel for him and the need to protect yourself — but the latter wins, for now.

"Sirius," you plead, your voice quiet, "stop"

He pauses for a moment, his gray eyes fixed on yours. "You think I'm joking, don't you? You think I'm just being nice?"

"I... I don't know, Sirius. It's so...confusing."

He takes yet another step towards you, his lips curling into a challenging smile. Always challenging. "Confusing or scary?"

The tension between you two is palpable, and you wonder if he can hear the rapid beating of your heart, threatening to break out of your rib cage any given moment. You know you're fighting your own feelings, afraid of surrendering to something that may - and probably will - end in heartbreak.

"It's not fair," you whisper, trying to keep your voice steady. "It's not fair that you're so... so-"

"So what?" he teases, closer. "So handsome? So charming? So... irresistible?"

You can tell he's somehow having fun. You don't understand how he can maintain a playful tone in a moment like this.

You catch a whiff of his cologne, feel the warmth of his body, and your heart races once again. If there's a way to prevent Sirius from getting what he wants, you don't know what it is. "So confusing," you finish, almost in a whisper. "You confuse the hell out of me."

Sirius pauses for a moment, his eyes locked with yours, and you momentarily catch a flicker of something deeper in this playful gaze. He slowly raises a hand and gently, gentler than ever, caresses your face, his fingers tracing a delicate path along your skin.

"I don't see how I could be confusing you," he murmurs, his voice soft and husky. "I thought I was being pretty clear..." It's teasing, of course it is; when it comes to Sirius, few things aren't.

But there's something else behind it, too.

The air grows heavier.

"You're not clear about anything, Sirius," you reply, your voice faltering slightly. "I never know what you're thinking. I never know what you really mean."

"Maybe you're just not paying attention."

You furrow your brow, confused by Sirius' response. He's playing with you, as he always does, but this time it feels more intense, more meaningful. You struggle against the temptation to give in completely, to say something you might not be able to take back.

"I do pay attention, Sirius," you respond, your voice showing determination you're not entirely sure you feel. "It's you who likes to make everything more difficult than it needs to be."

He moves closer once again, so close now that you can feel his breath against your skin, the tip of his nose an inch away from touching yours.

"Do you want me to be clearer?" he whispers, voice laced with a hint of his usual mischief. "Make it easier?"

You swallow, feeling your heart race. You know you can't admit your feelings for him, you can't let your defenses down. Not when he makes a point to hide comfortably behind a facade, away from anything that makes him feel vulnerable.

You need honesty.

"Yes," you whisper, your voice almost faltering. "Yes, I do."

Sirius pauses for a moment, eyes searching yours, and you can feel your breath catch in your throat. Then, slowly, he moves closer and closer still, until his lips almost touch yours.

There is a feeling that you can't quite put into words.

"I want you," he murmurs, an admission that hangs in the air like a charged electric current. "I want to be with you. I want you to be happy– I'll even accept your awful taste in music," he adds with a playful smirk, teasingly referencing your occasional guilty pleasure for a particular genre of music that he often mocks.

A laugh escapes your lips, a combination of relief and affection. His sincerity is pretty close to melting away any remaining doubts that linger in your heart. "I have great taste in music," you state playfully.

Sirius brushes the side of his nose against yours affectionately. "Sometimes," he gives in, voice filled with genuine warmth.

You lean into his touch, savoring the tenderness and intimacy of the moment. It's as if the world around you has faded away, leaving only the two of you in this bubble of shared emotions.

"Sometimes?" you raise an eyebrow, pretending to be offended.

He chuckles, a low and melodic sound that resonates deep within your chest, a sound you don't get to hear as often as you'd like. "You're lucky you're pretty," he teases, his voice filled with affectionate playfulness.

"Oh?"

"I have a soft spot for pretty girls."

You roll your eyes but can't help the smile that forms on your lips. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Black."

Sirius leans in and presses a soft kiss to your cheek, pulling away with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Who said I was trying to get anywhere?" he whispers, fingers trailing along the curve of your waist, drawing you closer. "I'm already where I want to be."

Your heart swells with warmth, and you can feel a blush creeping up your cheeks.

"Smooth talker."

It doesn't sound like an accusation when you're about to kiss him.

[summermp3]

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁, 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾…𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾! (𝖱𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝖡𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗑 𝖥𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋)

→ In which you and regulus Black are very similar

→ tropes: troubled teens, assumed mutual pining.

→ warnings: Strong language, strong mentions of parental abuse, reader has a panic attack over parental abuse mentions, Regulus smokes, smug!Regulus. minors dni

→ Pairings: Regulus Black x Fem!reader

→ word count: 1450

not proofread, I'm sorry

Something people at Hogwarts don't talk about, is how slow the days feel until the holidays begin...and when the days feel slow, people tend to gather in the library to help pass time.

Or so you thought, if so. Why was it only you and Regulus Black in the library? Had he been studying? Perhaps that's why he happened to pass you in marks on the test last week.

You sigh and walk past him to the end of the table he's sitting at, about two seats away.

"Afternoon..." he greets, turning the page of his textbook. You look up, confused. Why was he talking to you? "Afternoon...?" You mutter, pulling out your potions study book. Almost hoping, he didn't say anything else.

"Do you...want some..help?" You thought it almost found like he was struggling to speak, as if his throat had suddenly become the most painful thing in his body. "You seem like you don't want to." You respond, staring him in the eye.

"I just wanted to know...how's my brother?" You looked away, Sirius had directly told you not to talk to his brother. Because he'd probably report back to their parents, "he's good I think? Happy." You weren't exactly sure if he was but that's what you had seen.

"Does he seem, regretful at all? Guilty?" Regulus licks his lips, breaking the eye contact to look at the door entrance to the library. "I-I don't know? I've been trying to avoid him I guess" You confess.

"You used to be close." He states. "Used too, we haven't talked for a while...they all thought I needed a change and I disagreed" you attempted to smile but your throat started hurting and eyes almost welled. "Is that why you're so reluctant to going home for the holidays?" That seemed to struck a nerve for you, he noticed it too.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I decide to go because I can...and you, you go home because that's your decision....and, you have a home to go back to." Regulus seemed very impressed that you had managed to suppress your feelings, smiling smugly. "Yes, my decision." He laughs.

"Why do you want to know about Sirius anyway? Ask him yourself." You shut your textbook, now fully immersed in what he had to say. "No, he doesn't want to hear from me...maybe I'll talk to potter, those two are very close" Regulus writes something on his hand that you can't see but you assume it's a reminder. "I don't know if James will talk to you, he doesn't like you very much." Your words don't shock Regulus, not at all. He just rolls his eyes and nods "yes, as if that much wasn't apparent."

Within the next second, the library doors opened and the Marauders come in. You immediately open your study books and pretend to be fully focused on it.

"What are you doing—" Regulus is then cut off by his eldest brother, storming past to you. "Hey gorgeous, busy?" He asks you, taking the seat next to you and completely ignoring his younger brother across the table.

"A little, Why need something?" You fake a smile and answer with a sweet voice, very different from the slow monotone one you used to talk to Regulus a few moments ago. "I just wanted to talk about..." he looks at Regulus. "Our offer" James cuts in.

"Oh yeah, really I don't need anywhere to stay I promise...my place is fine, I don't mind it." It almost killed you to lie, but being a burden for someone else's family just hasn't seemed like your cup of tea.

"I really think you should take the offer sweetheart—" Remus voice always soothed everything to you, but in that moment you just couldn't breathe and the room seemed to be closing in on you. "I'm fine! I promise..." you stand up, air going anywhere but in your lungs and your legs seemed to carry themselves to the corridor bathroom stall.

"Alive in here?" You almost panicked when thinking it was one of the Marauders but instead to hear it was Regulus slow voice. "I can't breathe." Hyperventilating almost to the point of tears, the stall door slowly creaks open.

In front of you is Regulus Black, dressed in a long sleeved white button down with one sleeve rolled up, the other covering his forearm while also being untucked over his black trousers, Slytherin tie matching his green belt and finally the cherry on top, his black unkept hair that hadn't looked like that a few moments ago falling over his freckles.

"You can talk, so you can obviously breathe." Merlin...what a dickhead.

"Why are you even here!? This ain't helping me!" You clutch your heart as if it were going to explode in your chest if you let go. "Keeping you company, making sure you don't actually pass out considering it's looking that way." His face was all serious which made you panic more  "What!" You shout.

"Yeah, I'm kidding." He teeth-smirks and giggles to himself. "Sirius was right, you are so insane." Your breathing hadn't slowed but you felt your brain slowly accepting the fact you're safe, Regulus slides down the bathroom stall wall to sit across from you...knees and feet touching from the small area.

"Take your hand off your chest...that's a start." He instructs, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his trouser pockets. "Want one? It'll calm you." His eyes shoot up to lock in with yours, you can't even imagine how disgusting and sweaty you look right now.

"I don't smoke..." you tilt your head down, almost afraid of the bathroom lights. “Well then, you can watch me smoke.” He decides for you, bringing a lighter out the same pocket.

“Is Potters offer what I think it is?” Regulus mutters through the lit cigarette in his lips. “Yeah…he wants me to live at his house instead of mine.” You confess, trying to tuck your knees in slightly but nothing can stop the touching happening in between you both.

“Like what he did with my brother?”

“Same premise, yeah.”

“Why don’t you? It seems like a better choice…it was for Sirius.” Smoke bellowed in the air, with the no airflow it just made the clouds stay still. “I don’t need it, you both—Sirius had it worse than I ever will.” At least, that’s what you told yourself.

“Don’t feel like your problems are less than someone else’s.” Regulus pulls the stall door shut with his non cigarette holding one, now completely enclosed in together.

Like a form of trust.

“I was angry when Sirius abandoned me in that house, I thought that he left because he must’ve had it worse than me…when it doesn’t matter who had it worse, because he still left me there.” He sighs, pressing the bud of the cigarette into the stall wall right next to your head, the smell moving through your senses.

“And I would’ve literally killed…to have a friend like a Potter to do something like that for me, but you know…obviously the opportunity was never offered.” This was a conversation you had never seen yourself having with Regulus of all people, but really. your glad it was with him, with someone...like you.

“But the point is…take the chance, If you knew for sure something would go wrong. you wouldn’t be so scared to take the risk.” He leans back into the wall.

“I hate you.” You say, although you both know it’s definitely not true. “People hate individuals like them” He said shrugging to himself.

You reach out your hand, which practically lands in his lap due to the close proximity, however he tries his best to take his hand in yours anyway.

“I’d only take the risk if you came with me…obviously your own situation isn’t ideal.” Regulus shakes his head. “That wasn’t what I was hoping you’d take out of that.” His thumb strokes over the back of hand, it’s calming and you almost don’t even remember your panic attack from minutes ago.

“I’d feel awful if you told me all that and I didn’t do anything about it…I mean who am I? Sirius Black?” That makes him laugh, letting his head fall into his lap laugh. But still keeps a grip on your hand. “Yeah…who would wanna be like that wanker right?” he says through chuckles.

“So, what you wanna do?” You finally ask.

“See how James and Potter are when you tell them you aren’t going anywhere without me.” Is the only thing he can think to say

“Never going anywhere without you again” you bring his hand to your cheek.

And he knows that he’s willing to take that risk with you.

[smuttyazrael]

Can you maybe do a smut where sirius is fucking female reader in his padfoot form while readers brother james is hilding her open and licker her up and maybe also fucking her while sirius fucks james as padfoot or in human form? Only if your comfortable

Loving Jamie

Word count: 885

Summary: James's sister loves her brother James. James wants to share that with Sirius.

Warnings: Sexual intercourse, fingering, beastiality (sorta, I don't really classify it as personally because its still a human with human thoughts even if he turns into a dog.) anal, oral, threesome, incest.

"Jamie!" You yell getting home from hanging out with your friends. Both of you are home from Hogwarts. Mom and dad are at work. Last you saw Sirius was over as well.

You run up the stairs calling his name. Your short black skirt bouncing as you go. Your tits are bouncing around your red crop top.

"In here, Y/N" you hear your brother James yells from what sounds like his room. You walk to his room and walk in. You see him sitting on his bed reading and a black dog lying on the bed napping.

"Jamie! How was your day?" You squeal bouncing on to his bed waking the dog. "Sorry puppy." You pet the dog beside you.

"It was calm. Sirius and I planned some pranks for back at Hogwarts then we talked about when Remus and Peter get here. Remus will be coming for the full moon. So you need to be good." James tells you.

"I will be. I hope Remus will be okay for the full moon." You say with a frown on your face.

"He will be, princess." James replies while getting up.

"Where you going?" You ask concerned.

"Gotta pee." James turns to tell you as he's walking out the door.

Slowly the dog starts nudging you. You can feel its cold nose press against your belly. You laugh rolling onto your back. He walks aroud the bed sniffing you will you giggling at the snorts and sniffle noises he is making.

He reaches your pussy and bats his nose against you clit. You moan. "Puppy. Silly puppy." You say patting his head thats in between your legs.

The dog shoves his nose into your pussy. You let out a gasp. The dog starts licking your pussy and this causes his nose to rub your clit. You grab on to the sheets moaning loudly.

"Puppy. You can't do that." You gasp out between moans. The dog just keeps licking and you get slick with your juice. The dog licks faster rubbing your clit faster causing you to moan louder.

"Getting your pussy licked, Princess." You hear James say. "Does it feel good?" He comes and whispers in your ear. He pulls your top above your tits and rolls your nipples in between his fingers.

"Yeah, Jamie. It feels so good." You moan out. "I'm gonna cum, puppy!" You yell out your pussy tightening over air. You feel empty as you cum squirting your juice for the puppy to lick up.

The puppy licks it up happily. James leans over kissing you. "Jamie, I need more." You beg him as he pulls away.

"You want more. Greedy little princess." James says pulling away.

He pulls his pants off. His hard cock hiting his abs with a thwack. He pushes himself in between the puppy and you. He rubs his cock around your pussy gathering you slick. He then thrusts into you. You and him both groan out. The puppy behind James. He groans out.

"Lick my balls." He says. You give him a confused look as he thrusts into you. "Puppy is licking my ass."

He suddenly moans out and you see the puppy above James's shoulders. You look down and see James's cock thrusting in and out of you and puppy's cock thrusting in and out of James. You moan. All of a sudden you see Sirius on top of James. You jump in shock. James moans as he sinks deeper into your cunt.

"Fuck James. You feel amazing." Sirius says thrusting in and out of James. "Play with her clit."

James reaches down flicking your little bean and sucking on your tit. Your nipple rolling between his teeth. He switches sides. Causing you to clamp down on him cumming hard with a scream. He yells out cumming deep into you coating your walls in his cum. Sirius groan cumming with him, into James's hole.

Sirius and James roll off of you. James pulling out of you. You whimper missing the feeling. "You want Sirius's cock baby girl?" James asks panting beside you looking into your eyes. You nod.

Sirius climbs over James and flips you over. He lifts your butt so it is in the air and thrusts into you in one hard thrust with his wet cock. He pounds you into the mattress. Your tits bouncing with every thrust. Your clawing the mattress moaning like an animal. He reaches down and rubs your clit. You feel the coil in your belly tighten. Your moans become a higher pitch. Sirius just smirks at James. You cum clamping down on him milking him as he cums. He groans and pulls out after. He rolls off of you into the spot James just vacated.

"How was that princess?" Sirius asks you while panting still.

"Thank you Siri." You say cuddling up to his chest. Not having anymore energy. He wraps his arms around you.

"Lets all get some sleep we need it." James tells you all.

You just nod against Sirius's chest. Closing your eyes and falling asleep almost instantly with Sirius's and James's cum dripping out of your pussy. Sirius rolls you two over so he is spooning you. He plays with your tits as you sleep, helping him calm down enough to fall asleep as well.

[rainydayathogwarts]

Infatuated - regulus black, platonic!sirius

summary: your relationship with regulus pulls him and one of your best friends, sirius, closer together for the first time in years. a/n so i did forget to post this yesterday, but let's just look past that. wc: 0.9k+

For the first time in four months, Regulus and Sirius were sat in the same room, and it was all thanks to you. Regulus, oh so loving, had blindly come to your dorm to find you after his last class of the day in search of hugs and kisses. Sirius, on the other hand, had barged into your dormitory in hopes of you lending him a hair tie. Neither of them had found you, no, but they found each other. Regulus’s head had snapped towards the door from where he was laid on your bed, scanning through the novel on your bedside table. Sirius halted in the doorway, jaw slacking, the hand holding his hair up in a makeshift bun falling limp to his side.

Sirius felt the need to explain himself, not wanting to give his younger brother the wrong impression. “I, uh, I wanted to ask her for a hair tie.” Regulus nodded wordlessly, flipping onto his stomach and opening your bedside drawer, filing through the organised mess. With a proud hum, Regulus fished out a hair tie between his thumb and index finger, holding it out for Sirius. Sirius walked over to Regulus, pursing his lips in an awkward smile as he quietly thanked him, tying his hair back. The two brothers stared at each other silently for a long moment before Regulus finally spoke up. He felt as though he owed it to Sirius to let him know that he wasn’t taking advantage of one of his closest friends. Regulus sat up, swinging his legs off your bed and fiddling with his fingers as he stood up, announcing “I really like her, you know?” Sirius breathed out a laugh, nodding his head with a smile. “Yeah, I can see that.” Regulus chuckled nervously, bowing his head down to look as his feet as he added “And you know, I’d like to think she likes me too.” 

Sirius shoved his hands into his pockets as he barked out a laugh, balancing his weight back and forth onto the balls and heels of his feet. “Yeah, you don’t have to tell me that.” Regulus furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, asking curiously “What do you mean?” Sirius’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at his brother’s genuine question, shocked that he didn’t realise the true extent of your feelings towards him. “I mean, the girl’s infatuated with you!” Sirius started, watching as a flush painted Reg’s cheeks. “Everyone can tell by the way she looks at you. And she smiles so much her cheeks look like they hurt.” Sirius took Regulus’s silence as a cue to continue. “You know, she tries not to talk about you too much to me, but I think she just can’t help it.” Regulus laughed shyly, trying to hide his ecstatic smile from Sirius, but the boy could clearly see his smile and was grinning back at him. 

Sirius looked back towards the door as the room became silent again, announcing “Well! I’ll return this if I don’t lose it.” Regulus chuckled as a response, watching as the door opened. The only problem was that it wasn’t Sirius who had turned the doorknob. No, it was you. Your audible gasp thickened the tension in the room, but it was quickly broken down by the wide smile that immediately bloomed on your face, both brothers softening at the adoring look on your face. “Hey you guys!” You dropped your bag by the doorway, beelining to Sirius to press a kiss onto his forehead before making your way towards Regulus and opening your arms widely to engulf Regulus in a hug. Your boyfriend quickly glanced at his older brother before ducking down and wrapping his arms around your waist, shutting his eyes in satisfaction and he sighed. You pulled away slightly to press your lips to his, a hand traveling down to caress Regulus’ pink cheek. 

“So, what were you two doing in here without me?” You asked, turning your head back to look at Sirius, your arms still loosely holding Regulus against you, though his arms kept you snug against him. “Burrowing a hair tie.” Sirius muttered guiltily, as though getting caught stealing. You didn’t wait for Regulus’s answer, having found him waiting for you in your dorm quite often, instead adding “Hey, are you boys coming to mine on Christmas eve?” You asked with a smile that pressured them both to accept your invitation despite the other being there. You turned back to look at Reggie, mumbling “Well I know you’re staying with me anyway, but is Sirius coming?” 

Sirius furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, watching as you moved to sit down on your bed, Regulus following you like a lost puppy. “What do you mean?” “I’m spending the Christmas holiday at my lovely girlfriend’s house.” Regulus announced, a hand wrapping around your shoulder. Sirius let out a quiet ‘huh’, surprised that for the first time since his time at Hogwarts started, Regulus was not going back home for the Christmas holidays. Sirius wondered if the situation at home had gotten worse since he left. Realising he was staring silently, Sirius nodded, saying “Uh yeah, James and I are coming for sure. I’m not sure about the others.” Sirius nodded awkwardly at Regulus, spinning on the balls of his feet as he said a quick goodbye.

As the door slammed shut, you turned towards Regulus, pushing him back on the bed as you connected your lips in an eager kiss. “I’m happy you guys are getting along,” you muttered against his lips. “It’s cute to see you guys together.” Regulus rolled you over on the bed so he laid between your legs, resting his head on your chest as he thought deeply, finally saying. “I’m happy too.” 

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doorstep - april 8 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 284

He’d spent the last month in an ill-concealed panic. Ever since Sirius had shown up on James’s doorstep, broken, bloody, and alone, James had been a wreck.

Of course, he tried to hide it. To pretend it was only concern for Sirius and his recovery. And, obviously, he was worried. He’d spent every moment of the first few days by Sirius’s bedside, comforting him and nursing him back to health, refusing to leave even when his mother offered to take a shift. But even as he cracked weak jokes just to see the other boy smile, his brain was occupied. Full of terror. Because one of the Black brothers, one of the most important people in his life, wasn’t here with him.

Sirius didn’t seem to suspect. He was still putting himself together, he had no ability to pay attention to James’s struggles, and for that, James was thankful. He didn’t want to put more on someone who had been through so much.

But as the days went by, the taller boy grew more and more restless. He contemplated grabbing his broom and flying to London himself.

Until one evening, there was a knock at the door.

“Regulus?” Effie’s voice wrenched James from his daydreaming and yanked him to his feet, which propelled him without a single thought. 

He ran past a stunned-looking Sirius, bounded past a confused-looking Monty, and pushed past an oddly not shocked Effie, not stopping until he scooped the younger boy into his arms. “Reg,” he murmured into black curls, hugging him so tight he might have been nervous to hurt the Slytherin if he’d been thinking straight.

But he wasn’t. All he could think was ‘thank Merlin, he’s safe.’

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Carrying More Than Your Love *⁠.⁠✧

sirius black x f!reader

Summary: Life with Sirius takes a new turn when you discover you’re pregnant.

(part 1)

The sun was warm, streaming through the sitting room window onto the tea set you had so carefully arranged. The cottage smelled of freshly brewed Earl Grey, and the table was adorned with mismatched cups, biscuits, and a small bouquet of wildflowers. You had spent the morning preparing, wanting everything to feel perfect—not just for the tea party, but for the moment you planned to finally tell Sirius the news.

He had no idea you were pregnant yet, and as nervous as you were to share it with him, you’d thought including your closest friends—James, Lily, and Remus—might soften the blow and make the moment more joyful.

"You’ve been fussing all morning, love," Sirius teased as he sauntered into the room, eyeing the setup. "What’s the occasion? Planning a wedding without telling me?"

"Don’t be ridiculous," you said, shooing him toward the door. "Everyone will be here soon. Go make yourself presentable, Sirius Black. You’ve got biscuit crumbs on your shirt."

He raised an eyebrow but smirked, heading toward the bedroom with a lazy wave of his hand.

When everyone arrived, the cottage filled with the familiar warmth of laughter and chatter. Sirius and James were already deep in a Quidditch debate while Lily and Remus sipped their tea, both throwing amused looks at their bickering friends. You sat quietly, your hands nervously twisting the hem of your dress as you tried to find the right moment to break the news.

Lily noticed your unease first, leaning over to whisper, "Are you alright, love? You’ve been awfully quiet."

You nodded, offering a tight smile. "Just... nervous, I suppose."

Before she could press further, Remus set his cup down and tilted his head, his gaze sharpening as he looked at you.

Then, out of nowhere, he smiled.

"Congratulations," he said warmly, his voice cutting through the room like a spell.

You froze, panic flooding you as all eyes turned to him.

"Congratulations for what?" Sirius asked, his grin faltering as he looked between you and Remus.

"For the baby," Remus said, his smile widening. He turned to Sirius, clapping him on the back. "I never thought you would be the first of us to be a father, mate."

The room went completely silent.

"What?" Sirius asked, his voice cracking slightly. His wide gray eyes snapped to yours, his expression a mix of confusion and shock.

You opened your mouth to explain, but before you could get a word out, Sirius’s face went pale.

"Oh, bloody hell," he muttered, swaying on his feet.

"Sirius?" James said, concern lacing his tone.

But before anyone could stop him, Sirius’s knees buckled, and he crumpled to the floor in a heap.

"Sirius!" you cried, jumping to your feet as James and Remus rushed to his side.

"Merlin’s beard," James said, kneeling next to his best friend and shaking his shoulder. "Sirius, wake up! Don’t tell me you fainted like some Victorian damsel."

"James, for goodness’ sake," Lily scolded, though she was clearly trying not to laugh as she crouched beside you.

After a few tense seconds, Sirius groaned, his eyes fluttering open. He looked up at the circle of worried faces, his gaze finally landing on you.

"You’re pregnant?" he croaked, his voice hoarse.

You nodded, biting your lip as tears welled in your eyes. "I am. I was trying to find the right moment to tell you..."

He sat up slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, that explains why my legs stopped working," he muttered, giving a weak laugh.

James burst into laughter, clapping Sirius on the back hard enough to nearly knock him over again. "You fainted, mate! Absolutely priceless. I’m never letting you live this down."

"James," Lily hissed, but even she was smiling.

Sirius ignored them, his focus entirely on you. He stood shakily, brushing off James and Remus’s attempts to steady him, and crossed the room to take your hands in his.

"You’re having my baby?" he asked again, as if he couldn’t quite believe it.

"I am," you said softly, tears slipping down your cheeks.

For a moment, he just stared at you, his gray eyes shimmering with unspoken emotion. Then, without warning, he let out a laugh—loud, joyful, and utterly Sirius.

"You’re amazing," he said, pulling you into his arms. He held you tightly, his lips pressing against your temple as he whispered, "And I’m going to be the best dad this little one could ever ask for. I swear it."

From behind you, James quipped, "Better start practicing, mate. Step one: work on not fainting."

"Shut it, Potter," Sirius shot back, though his grin never wavered.

[fear-less]

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 there is nothing i do better than revenge 

pairing: sirius black x f!reader

➥ In which, you led him on, all to get back at him for what he did to your best friend. But somewhere along the way, he fell for you—hard. when the time came for him to confess, you were gone, as if you’d vanished into thin air.

warnings: sirius is a bop smh, lowkey mean reader,  first girl is readers friend btw, no smut but it is mentioned, his parents are a bit ooc

4.1k words

divider creds: i-mmaculatus & dollywons

It was hardly a shock to see Sirius with a different girl every week. His striking looks, wealth from his prestigious pureblood lineage, and the charm he exuded without even trying made him an irresistible force. And, as if all that wasn’t enough, he was known to be exceptional in bed, leaving every girl with little doubt about his appeal.

Sirius had been living his carefree, indulgent lifestyle for years. To him, life was all about seizing the moment and making the most of it while he still could. His parents might not approve of his actions, but their disapproval didn’t bother him. They had long since given up on trying to control him, and in truth, they hardly seemed to care about his behavior at all, given how they saw him. He was free to live life on his terms, and that’s exactly what he did, without a second thought.

But tonight, something was different. The girl currently attached to his arm had started to grate on his nerves. At first, she had been fun—a fleeting distraction to pass the time—but now she was proving to be far too clingy for his taste. As he began brainstorming ways to shake her off, his attention was drawn across the room. There, at the Gryffindor Quidditch victory party, he spotted a girl standing off to the side, looking almost out of place. She didn’t look familiar, and the way she nervously hovered in the corner, while everyone else seemed to be having a great time, made it clear that she wasn’t accustomed to this kind of scene. Was she here alone? He didn’t linger on the thought for too long. Without hesitation, he made his way across the room, his confidence unwavering as he closed the distance between them.

The moment he reached her, he wasted no time. With a smile that could melt anyone’s resolve, he drew her into his orbit, making sure she knew exactly who was in charge of the situation. But, as much as he was able to charm his way into her company, he knew deep down she wasn’t his type. She was cute enough, but in terms of physical attraction, she didn’t measure up to some of the other girls he’d been with. And as for the night’s intimate moments? To put it bluntly, she was nothing extraordinary—certainly nowhere near the levels of pleasure he was accustomed to. At best, she was average in bed.

Still, Sirius wasn’t about to let her go to waste. After all, he had paraded her around and made it clear to others that she was the one he’d chosen for the night. Once their encounter had run its course, he was ready to move on, but then the problem began. She started getting clingy. Her arms wrapped around him, her face nuzzling his neck in a gesture that would have been sweet, if it weren’t for the fact that it was completely misplaced. Sirius felt a surge of annoyance rise within him.

He shoved her gently but firmly away, irritation clearly visible on his face as he asked, “What do you think you’re doing?”

The girl seemed taken aback by his sudden coldness, her confusion apparent. “I just wanted to cuddle…” she said softly, as though their brief encounter had meant something more to her than it did to him.

Sirius felt the weight of realization hit him like a cold slap. He’d been careless. She was one of those girls who thought a one-night fling could lead to something more. He should have known better. He had enough experience to recognize the signs, especially with “sweet” girls like her—they always ended up thinking they were in a relationship after a night like that. And now here she was, expecting something that wasn’t ever going to happen.

Annoyed, he fixed her with a stern gaze and said, “You need to leave. Now.”

She looked at him, her eyes wide with confusion, as if she had done something wrong, her voice barely a whisper. “What did I do? Please, just tell me.”

He scoffed, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “You think we’re a couple, don’t you? News flash: we’re not.”

Her eyes began to water, her lip trembling as tears started to form. “We’re… not? Then why would you—”

Sirius didn’t hesitate to interrupt her, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. “Don’t get it twisted. You weren’t special to me. I didn’t want that girl since she was clinging onto me, and you were just the first decent option. Nothing more.”

She stood there in stunned silence, her face a mixture of shock and hurt as the reality of what he was saying sank in. But Sirius didn’t care. His own desires, his own needs, were all that mattered in that moment. He wasn’t concerned about her feelings, not in the slightest.

Without another word, he pointed toward the door, dismissing her with a wave of his hand. “Get out,” he said coldly.

She hesitated, looking as if she might say something else, but instead she turned and left, leaving Sirius standing there without a second glance. He felt no remorse, no pity. Her tears were nothing more than an inconvenience, a fleeting moment that he’d already forgotten. She had been cute, sure, but she was far too innocent, too much of a goody two-shoes for his taste.

As he watched her leave, he sneered at the thought of her. “Yes, you’ve done something wrong,” he muttered under his breath.

She had been naive, believing that a simple fling could lead to anything more. But Sirius was clear on what he wanted, and she didn’t fit into his plans.

When she had first approached him, he had seen an opportunity. But now, the girl clinging to him wasn’t what he wanted at all. If he had known she would turn out this way, he might have chosen someone else, someone who knew how to keep things casual, just like he did. But as it stood, he was stuck with her—at least until he made his intentions perfectly clear.

“Don’t get it twisted,” he repeated in a low voice as she left, making it obvious that she had misunderstood everything from the very beginning. “I wasn’t looking for anything serious.”

Once she was gone, he felt a sense of relief. It wasn’t that he had been cruel for the sake of cruelty—he simply didn’t have time for anyone who couldn’t understand the rules he played by. To him, she was just a passing distraction, someone who had gotten too caught up in a moment that meant little to him. Her feelings were irrelevant. She had been cute, but she was ultimately far too naïve for someone like him.

And with that, Sirius turned away, ready to move on and find his next thrill, knowing all too well that tomorrow would bring a fresh face and a new adventure.

After that encounter, Sirius simply went on with his life, unbothered. It was just another night, another girl to add to his list, and he had long since grown used to the aftermath. He didn’t dwell on the past, not for a second. Occasionally, he would spot her around the castle—his latest fling—looking lost and forlorn. She never approached him, though. Instead, she would cast him a brief, sad glance whenever their paths crossed. It didn’t faze him. He didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty.

He found it almost laughable, the way she seemed to still care, to still harbor some misguided hope. To him, it was pathetic. He had already moved on, and the fact that she was stuck on him only amused him in a way. She was a distant memory, a fleeting distraction in the grand scheme of things, and yet here she was, still lingering in his periphery, unable to let go. He would turn away without a second thought, not even acknowledging her existence. It wasn’t his problem anymore, and he wasn’t about to waste time on someone who couldn’t understand the way he lived his life.

Sirius had been drowning in schoolwork for what felt like forever. It was as if every professor had conspired to overwhelm him with endless homework and deadlines. He swore they were all out to get him, piling on the work without mercy. After all the tedium, he was absolutely sure he deserved a break. He needed to unwind, to let loose. There was only one way he knew how to do that properly.

The only problem? The rest of the Marauders were all busy with their own things, leaving him to his own devices. James was caught up in Quidditch, Peter was nowhere to be found, and Remus was buried under a mountain of his own responsibilities. Sirius wasn’t about to let that stop him. Tonight, he’d have to find someone else to satisfy his need for a distraction. After all, he couldn’t let the evening slip by without indulging in his usual way of relaxing.

Sirius scanned the common room, his eyes drifting from one group to another, but no one seemed to catch his interest. He’d been hoping for something exciting to ease his mind, but nothing stood out. Just as he was about to give up and retreat for the night, he caught sight of you.

You stood there, effortlessly drawing his attention. His eyes lingered, taking in the way you moved, the subtle confidence in your posture, and, of course, your stunning beauty. Gosh, you were gorgeous. He couldn’t help but think to himself, Wow. He hadn’t seen anyone quite like you before—not someone who had this magnetic presence that immediately captivated him.

And then, to his delight, it seemed you noticed him too. There was a moment, a fleeting connection across the room, and he couldn’t resist. With a casual, almost playful flick of his tongue across his lips, he fixed his gaze on yours, the seductive glint in his eyes unmistakable. He felt a thrill of satisfaction when he saw the spark of interest in your eyes, the way you held his gaze without hesitation. The night was looking far more promising than he had expected.

Sirius, never one to waste time, strode right up to you without hesitation. Up close, you were even more breathtaking. The kind of beauty that could leave anyone speechless. His mind raced with excitement as he admired the way you carried yourself. This is going to be fun, he thought, a sly grin curling his lips as he led you upstairs, anticipation building with every step.

But by the time morning came, Sirius was in shock. What the hell had just happened? The sunlight pouring through the window bathed the room in a golden glow, warming his face, but he barely noticed it. His thoughts were consumed by the events of the night before. When he’d brought you back to his room, he’d expected the usual—a night of pleasure and fleeting fun, the kind he could forget as easily as it happened. Instead, you had completely upended his expectations.

You were extraordinary. He couldn’t stop replaying the memories, the way you’d taken charge with such ease and confidence. Sirius had always been the one in control, the one to lead, but you had turned the tables effortlessly, as if it was second nature to you. He had never been so thoroughly consumed, so utterly at someone’s mercy. Every touch, every kiss had been electrifying, leaving his skin buzzing in its wake.

Even now, the bruises you left on him ached with each movement, but he didn’t mind. They were a reminder of how deeply you’d affected him, how you’d left a mark on him in more ways than one. His body ached, but it wasn’t just physical—it was something more, something he couldn’t quite name.

He lay there, staring at the ceiling, his mind racing. He needed more. You’d awakened something in him, something he hadn’t known was there. For the first time in a long time, Sirius wasn’t thinking about his next fling or his next distraction. He was thinking about you. And that realization hit him harder than anything else.

From that night onward, Sirius practically became your shadow—your loyal dog, in every sense of the word. He couldn’t help himself. Every thought seemed to circle back to you, and just hearing your name, (Y/n), was enough to make him shudder with longing. He was obsessed, but not in the fleeting, surface-level way he had been with so many others. This was different. This was real.

It didn’t take long for him to learn more about you, especially since he made it his mission to uncover everything he could. Turns out, you were from another college, which explained why no one seemed to know who you were. Your quiet, introverted nature made you all the more enigmatic to him, a mystery he was eager to solve. And the more he unraveled, the more he realized just how special you were.

Not only were you absolutely stunning, but you were also an incredible person—witty, kind, and endlessly intriguing. The more time he spent with you, the more he uncovered little pieces of your personality, each one making him fall harder. As of now, he’s learned five key things about you, and each one only deepened his admiration: You always make him laugh. It doesn’t matter what kind of mood he’s in; you have a way of brightening his day with your humor. Whether it’s a clever comment or a ridiculous story, you never fail to pull a genuine laugh out of him. You share many of his hobbies—some of which he doesn’t even dare talk about with his closest friends. It’s like you see a side of him no one else does, and he loves that you accept it without judgment. You genuinely value his opinion. Unlike so many others who only seemed interested in what he could offer, you actually listen to him. You care about what he thinks and make him feel like his voice matters. You never talk down to him. He’s used to people either idolizing him or underestimating him, but you treat him as an equal. It’s refreshing, and it makes him feel understood in a way he hadn’t realized he craved. He’s absolutely, undeniably in love with you. This last one hit him like a freight train. Love wasn’t something Sirius thought he was capable of—at least, not real, lasting love. But with you? It’s as if everything makes sense.

Sirius Black, the unshakable, carefree heartbreaker, had finally been brought to his knees. And the crazy part? He didn’t mind one bit. He loved every moment he got to spend with you, every piece of himself he shared with you. You had changed him in ways he never saw coming, and for the first time, he was completely okay with that.

From the moment Sirius realized how deeply he felt for you, he didn’t hesitate—he cut off every single one of his previous flings without a second thought. It was almost laughable how easy it was for him to let go of his old ways. To him, you were the only one that mattered now. No one else could ever hold a candle to you. There wasn’t a soul out there who could compare, and Sirius had no interest in looking. You were it for him—his perfect match.

But not everyone in his life was thrilled about this transformation. His friends, the ones who’d been by his side through all his escapades, had become unbearably annoying. They couldn’t stop talking about how much he’d changed, how insane it was that he was doing a complete 180 for one person. “You’re whipped, mate,” James had teased, though there was an edge of disbelief in his tone. Even Remus, ever the voice of reason, seemed bewildered by the sudden shift in Sirius’s priorities.

But Sirius didn’t care. He ignored their comments, their skepticism, their jokes. If they couldn’t see how utterly perfect you were, then that was their loss, not his. In fact, he started to distance himself from them altogether. What was the point of surrounding himself with people who couldn’t understand what he’d found with you? If they couldn’t accept his happiness, he wasn’t sure he could call them true friends anymore.

Surprisingly, the only people who seemed genuinely pleased with his newfound devotion were his parents. After years of disapproval and disappointment, they were suddenly overjoyed to see their son so... grounded. For once, Sirius wasn’t gallivanting around causing chaos or breaking hearts. He was focused, committed, and undeniably in love. His mother, who had often scolded him for his reckless ways, couldn’t hide her approval. “Finally, someone who’s tamed you,” she’d remarked with a rare smile. His father had simply nodded in agreement, pleased to see his son acting with what they considered a semblance of maturity.

It was ironic, really—Sirius had spent so much of his life defying his parents, yet now, his biggest rebellion seemed to be falling so deeply for someone who made him better. And honestly? He wouldn��t change a thing. You were worth it. Every single change, every lost friend, every adjustment to his life—it was all for you. Because at the end of the day, Sirius Black had found something he never thought he needed: a reason to stay.

Sirius was practically buzzing with excitement as he sat at Honeydukes, the candy shop where the two of you had decided to meet. The air was sweet with the scent of chocolate and sugar, and everything felt just right. You and Sirius had been spending time together for months now, and tonight, he planned to take the next step. It was time to ask you to be his girlfriend.

He’d thought of everything. A bouquet of your favorite flowers rested on the table beside him, carefully chosen to match the warmth you always brought into his life. He’d trade his usual casual attire for something a little more polished—nothing over the top, but enough to show he cared. The shop’s cozy atmosphere, with its glowing lights and cheerful chatter, felt like the perfect backdrop for what he hoped would be a magical moment.

He waited.

You weren’t there yet, but that was okay. Sometimes you run a little late. He busied himself by adjusting the flowers and rehearsing what he wanted to say. His nerves were a strange mixture of excitement and anticipation, a feeling he wasn’t used to but didn’t entirely dislike.

He waited some more.

The minutes ticked by, and still, you hadn’t arrived. He glanced at the door every time the little bell above it jingled, his heart skipping in hope, only to sink when it wasn’t you. But that was all right, he told himself. You were probably just held up. He’d sit there until you walked through those doors. He’d wait as long as it took.

Eventually, though, his confidence began to waver. Sirius sat in his chair, the flowers wilting slightly in the warmth of the room. He stayed long enough to notice the pitiful glances the staff started throwing his way. It was the kind of look that said poor bloke, a quiet sympathy for someone who clearly wasn’t going to get what they’d been hoping for.

Still, Sirius held onto hope, even as doubt crept in. He couldn’t shake the thought that something must have come up, something out of your control. You wouldn’t just leave him hanging. Would you?

He tried looking for you, although that proved to be a lot harder than he thought. It was then he realised he had no idea where you lived. You were always at his place and he never questioned it. He went to your college and asked if anyone had seen you but they all said they didn’t know anyone by the name of (Y/n) who went there. Did you lie about where you went to school?

Sirius refused to sit and wallow in confusion. Something had to be wrong—had to be. Determined to find you, he left Honeydukes and started searching for you across the school. The task, however, turned out to be far more challenging than he anticipated.

It was only then that it hit him: he had no idea where your dorm was. You were always at his, lounging in the Gryffindor common room, sneaking into his bed after hours, or laughing with him in the corridors nearby. He never questioned it, never wondered why you’d never invited him to your space. It seemed so natural at the time, but now, it felt like a glaring oversight.

Still, Sirius wasn’t one to give up easily. When he reached the entrance to your supposed house, he realized he didn’t even know the password to get in. He paced outside the door, waiting for someone to come or go, desperation starting to seep into his usually confident demeanor. When a few students passed by, he quickly stopped them, describing you and asking if anyone had seen you. But every single one of them gave him a strange look and shook their heads.

“No one by that name lives here,” one of them said, eyeing him curiously.

Another shrugged. “I’ve never seen anyone like that around.”

Sirius’s heart sank. His mind raced with questions. Did you lie about your house? It didn’t make sense—why would you? But what if it wasn’t just your house? What if you lied about your name too? The thought hit him like a brick. He tried to shake it off, to rationalize it somehow, but the doubt was creeping in fast, wrapping around him like a suffocating fog.

Why would you go through all this trouble? Was it a joke? A game? Or was there something he was missing, something more complicated than he could understand right now? He didn’t know what to believe anymore, but one thing was clear: the perfect world he thought he’d found with you was starting to crack.

Sirius had never felt this kind of emptiness before. You had vanished without a trace, just as mysteriously as you’d entered his life. But this time, you didn’t come back. No fleeting encounter in the hallways, no soft smile from across the room. Nothing. It was as if you’d never existed, and the absence of you left him reeling.

His mind was a mess of questions that played on an endless loop, tormenting him day and night. Where are you? Are you safe? Why did you leave? Didn’t you love me too? He couldn’t find any answers, no matter how much he replayed every moment you’d shared, searching for clues. All he was left with was the agonizing ache of your absence and the crushing weight of not knowing.

He fell into despair. Sirius, who had once been the life of every room he entered, now wandered through the days like a ghost of himself. His parents, alarmed by the drastic change, tried to pull him out of it. They offered him comfort, distractions, even their rare approval, but nothing worked. His friends, too, rallied around him, urging him to come back to his old self. They dragged him to parties, planned adventures, and stayed by his side, trying to lift his spirits.

But none of it helped. None of them were you.

Sirius started hanging out with his friends less and less, retreating further into himself. The joy he used to find in their company had faded, replaced by an overwhelming sense of loss. Every time they laughed or tried to lighten the mood, it only reminded him of how hollow he felt. How could he laugh without you? How could he be happy when you were gone?

The Sirius Black everyone knew—the charming, confident, devil-may-care rebel—was gone, replaced by a shadow of a man who couldn’t let go of the one person who had ever truly mattered to him. And though he’d never admit it out loud, the truth was painfully clear to him: you had taken his heart with you, and he wasn’t sure he’d ever get it back.

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