#WHEN THE SONG MOTHER KNOWS BEST AND WALBURGA ARE RIGHT THERE

[meepwrites]

Thinking of a Rapunzel inspired Black brothers au.

I say ‘black brothers’ and ‘inspired.

Because I couldn’t decide who should be Rapunzel.

Besides I am afraid there is no au in which the black brothers have a happy family waiting for them outside of Walburga and Orion and I don’t want to strip them of the idea of a royal status (they be ✨fancy✨.) so chained princes it is, forbidden from leaving the castle aside for certain occasions and of course only with great company.

I actually DIDN’T think abt how the brothers would Meet Remus and james 🧍‍♀️but those two - movie canonically to Flynn Ryder - are definitely petty thief’s and ‘ruffians.’

James either does it for his family or solely for the fun and his buddy - because he could just invite Remus around for a round of soup everyday but Remus would never take that generosity (going to be great when he inevitably ends up living in a castle because wolfstar.)

It all began by Sirius convincing Regulus to sneak out for a night on the town - the lanterns are a town festival or smth, still to celebrate their birthdays (WHICH MEANS THEY GET TWO CHANCES A YEAR TO SEE IT. KEEP THIS IN MIND.)

but their mother never let them engage within it ‘for their own good’ and ‘They are but Peasents.’ and damn it Sirius will seek the lanterns himself and drag Regulus along by the elbow if he has to.

Unfortunately they never made it to the lanterns that night (Ran from guards who recognised them. made it back to their rooms panting and exhilarated - Sirius was all crazy laughter and joy. Regulus was horror and joy, laughing together.) but they bumped into Remus and James before their night ended.

James almost instantly calls dips on the cold younger brother while Remus is still blinking after the wild older one who well, definitely caught his attention, he mindlessly nods at james “Uh-huh.”

And then comes back to sorts with a heavy blink and a snap of a head tilt “James you can’t call dips on people !”

THEY DON’T KNOW THE YOUNG MAN THEY MET ARE THE TOWNS PRINCES BTW - locked up within their castle and all,

ordinary people can barely recognise the reality of the two young heirs.

Perhaps Regulus and Sirius sneak out more and more - meeting James and Remus after a couple times before the two thief’s do their research and come to realisations.

They eventually set out to rescue the brothers because why not and hence comes the fourth way planning to rescue them, the planning is done in shabby town taverns with the help of the Black Brothers because they have all the inside information duh,

Regulus was initially reluctant but he comes around.

Do any of them know where exactly they will be running to ? No but Sirius, if he is to be the heir, wants to reset the way of the kingdom he wants to melt the dictatorship of his father and mother and if he has to run and a hatch plan somewhere along the way for that to be possible he will and James and Remus are willing to help.

Regulus would argue he could stay until their parents age out of the role - Sirius would rather not and seeing all that Remus had suffered under the system of the kingdom he’d rather not 10 times over.

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Sirius and Regulus would absolutely sing a version of ‘when will my life begin’ ? together but it’s about all the royal training and ettiquete they’re being put through and their different levels of yearning for elsewhere and the dislike of their present.

Regulus would have the ‘mother knows best’ number with Walburga because she isn’t letting him get out of hand the way Sirius had - little does she know Regulus already had (Nothing can separate the brothers if I have anything to say about it.)

He’s just a better actor - Still his mother does lower his spirits.

Rapunzel’s hesitance than joy to leave her tower gets split between them, Sirius jumps like there is no tomorrow - Regulus is coaxed out by James’s gloved hand that he smacks away before climbing down himself but all of them can see his hesitance fear and darting eyes for at least the next couple of hours

Peter is probably a little baker and a friend of Remus’s and James - that’s where they take the princes, he’s the one who gives them away eventually

Probably after Sirius belts ‘I’ve got a dream !’ <—(that’s when Remus is first really star struck and James knowingly/teasingly juts him in the ribs) in his establishment.

The queen shows up not longer after demanding to know where her children are.

Peter rats them out.

Backtracking a little though :

Regulus absolutely dragged Sirius off the table when he was singing because “what do you think you’re doing !!”

“Changing the Kingdom !”

Regulus blinked at him with a grotesque expression “You can’t- Oh my god this won’t change the kingdom ! REMUS *whips around* Tell him- *loudest groan of history kind as he sees Remus ‘the smart one’ completely whipped for his oblivious brother.* For god-“

Sirius would be like “See !” bcs Remus didn’t protest

And regulus would be massaging his temples like “No.”

[flightlessfinch]

garden song by phoebe bridgers / the black brothers.

"the doctor put her hands over my liver she told me my resentment's getting smaller"

in the house of black, resentment and anger is a birthright. it's passed down from parent to child, and the only escape is estrangement. if you're disinherited, you cannot inherit your mother's rage.

this song makes me think of both of the black brothers, but especially sirius. being scapegoated for your entire life will build resentment toward the golden child whether you want the anger to be there or not. sirius loves his brother, but in childhood they were not only brothers, best friends, but rivals for their parents' love and affection. favouritism is toxic. it builds a rift between children. at ten, regulus learned that association with his own brother would sour his image in his parents' eyes. he lived in fear of becoming him. he'd been taught that he could only earn love with obedience and "goodness." sirius' abuse was a tool orion and walburga used to exert control over regulus. "if you're bad, if you're anything like your brother, this will be you. we won't love you anymore." when you are a child, losing your parents' love is the subject of nightmares.

their gentle treatment of regulus served as another tool of abuse toward sirius. "we care capable of being loving, patient, and gentle. just not to you, because you are wrong, and bad, and broken. you are a rotten child. if you were different, we would love you." they had completely different childhoods under the same roof.

children growing up in abusive households don't have a baseline for "normal." abuse is normal to them. they don't know it's abusive or bad until they are much older, and reflect on their experiences in childhood (if they even remember, which oftentimes they don't. trauma gets written over by the brain all the time). sirius likely thought he was evil, and bad, and broken when he was a kid. he was told he deserved it by his parents, and they're his parents, so he believed them. he loved his mother and father. he was hungry for their love in return, but he couldn't do anything right in their eyes.

the scapegoat cannot earn love with "goodness" or obedience. everything they do is wrong.

sirius grew up angry. he was taught his emotions weren't important, and he was punished for expressing himself, so his quiet childhood anger grew louder and louder. he was hungry for love, but he learned love was impossible for him to acquire, so he settled for attention. hatred can be a substitute for love. at least when he was hated he wasn't invisible.

"i grew up here 'til it all went up in flames except the notches in the door frame"

sirius and regulus had a complicated relationship that often toed the line between love and hatred, because every lesson they learned about love taught them that it is conditional and transactional. they loved each other but it was in a stormy, inconstant way. they fought like cats. the bond between brothers is vicious in a way a relationship with anyone else could never be. they were in each others first memories, they don't remember what it's like not to have a brother (until sirius learns, and realizes estrangement and death are more different than he imagined when he left. "you're dead to me" is one thing, death is quite another).

they are the only two people on earth who know what it was like to grow up in that house.

i don't think they ever apologized to each other for anything. they've said unforgivable things to each other over and over again, and didn't address a word of it once the anger faded, just like their parents. they were close when they were kids because sirius hadn't ruined himself in his parents' eyes yet. likely, before sirius was sorted into gryffindor he was his parents' favourite child because he was their heir.

regulus was more than likely an afterthought most of the time for the first ten years of his life. he isn't as charming, handsome, or outgoing as sirius, which probably resulted in negative comparisons. "why can't you be more like sirius? why are you so shy?" that sort of thing. he grew up hungry for love, and sirius grew up nourished by it because he was golden.

then, he revealed his "flaw" and his parents turned on him. this must have been terrifying. regulus, after being an afterthought for his entire life, was suddenly the favourite. despite sirius' suffering, regulus must have been quietly happy about this for a long time. children aren't as empathetic as adults are. they're also selfish, it's developmentally normal. regulus didn't understand why sirius couldn't just be "good" and stop making their parents angry. he didn't understand that no matter what sirius did, there would always be a fault in it.

to his parents sirius was a rotten, bad child. no matter how much you wash rotten fruit, it won't unripen. he was doomed. he probably tried to please them, especially when he was younger (first to fourth year, i'd say, before he learned that his childhood was not normal). he was clever, he probably brought home perfect marks with the hope that his parents would offer him a crumb of affection, and was left disappointed every single time. which resulted in more rebellion because if he was going to be bad in their eyes no matter what, why would he even try to make them happy?

regulus didn't have friends like james or remus to help him understand that his childhood was abusive. if you believe his friends were people like barty crouch jr and evan rosier, both of them probably had similar childhood experiences to regulus. the rosier family is also old, traditional pure-bloods. barty canonically has a horrible relationship with his dad, which his mother seemingly enabled if not normalized. she obviously loved barty a lot, but she also failed to protect him from his father's anger.

because he didn't understand how abusive his parents were to him as well as sirius, he probably blamed sirius for his own suffering. when he talked about it with his friends, barty and evan probably would have agreed with him. "they're nice to you, they'd be nice to him too if he wasn't such a shit-stirrer. he's doing it for attention." he was taught to hate his brother. his parents indirectly told him with their actions that sirius didn't deserve love, and as they grew older and grew apart, when sirius found unconditional love and acceptance outside of their family, regulus' resentment toward sirius turned into hatred.

regulus was a lonely child. he was shown over and over again that he could not be himself or he would not be loved by his family. he was taught that he couldn't be close with his own brother. as a subconscious form of self-preservation he likely distanced himself from sirius regardless, because if he knew him and loved him less it wouldn't hurt so much to inevitably see him be abused right in front of him. to survive, regulus made himself so small he hardly existed. he didn't interfere with his parents' punishments and harsh words for sirius because if he did, he would lose the only source of acceptance and love in his life.

sirius watched regulus watch him suffer and do nothing. he decided he was a coward, and he didn't love him enough to help him.

"i don't know when you got taller see our reflection in the water"

sirius waited until his sixth year to run away. i think if regulus wasn't in that house he would have ran away from home much sooner.

when you are the older sibling in an abusive household you feel a sense of responsibility to protect your younger sibling. you are automatically parentified. your parents are not to be trusted, so your little brother comes to you with the big, scary questions he has. you become independent and self-sufficient. you stand between your abusive parent and your brother because you don't want him to get hurt. you grow up fast because if you don't you'll suffer more, and your sibling will suffer more too.

sirius was taught that he deserved the hatred he experienced, and he knew if he left the hatred would have nowhere to go but his brother. the idea of leaving him alone there, and not knowing whether or not he was safe, whether or not his parents were in a rage, whether or not regulus had a question that needed answering that he couldn't bring to their parents, made sirius feel obligated to stay.

this brings us back to resentment.

regulus blamed sirius for their parents abuse. sirius blamed regulus for the abuse he experienced, because he was staying in that house for him, so every terrible thing he experienced, every harsh word, was for regulus. all of this, while regulus didn't believe they were being abused at all.

i imagine regulus wasn't grateful that sirius stayed. he probably thought he was stupid for not leaving whenever he had a chance. he probably said so every single time sirius went to him for comfort after something awful happened in that house. they had explosive fights about this, the kind of fights you can only have with your brother. this went on for two years, until something truly horrific happened and sirius had to go.

"i hopped the fence when i was 17 then i knew what i wanted"

even if you have to get out to survive, leaving an abuser is hard. sirius still loved his parents, and he loved his brother. he must have felt guilty for not being the son they wanted, despite his rage toward them. abusers are not abusive all the time. he likely has fond memories with both of his parents, as well as his brother. his mother's hands were gentle as often as they were harsh, and the emotional confusion that is created with that sort of inconsistency will result in guilt when a child thinks of their parent in a negative light.

regulus likely compounded this when they discussed it. "our parents aren't abusive. you're ungrateful. you want to be coddled. they're hard on us because they want us to be strong. you shouldn't speak that way about our mother. she says she does everything out of love for us, she's our mother, sirius, do you really think she's a monster?" sirius doesn't think she's a monster, he thinks she's cruel, and abusive, because his friends helped him to see her honestly.

in canon, when he discusses regulus' blood supremacist beliefs, sirius says: "...my idiot brother, soft enough to believe them..." (referring to their parents). i don't think that this mindset, for regulus, stopped at blood supremacy. regulus is always trapped in his parents' version of their childhood, and he is so emotionally invested in it that seeing his own childhood any other way is unthinkable to him. if his parents are abusive and unloving, and he has spent his whole life making himself small to appease them, how could he live with that reality? how could he bear it? it is a sunk-cost fallacy.

every punishment regulus was ever given, he was convinced he deserved. sirius knew it wasn't fair. they couldn't see eye to eye.

the night sirius left, i think regulus realized he was right about their parents. i think he thought they abused sirius, but not him. he realized that the way their parents treated sirius couldn't possibly be normal. i think he died believing his parents didn't abuse him. the guilt he must have felt about this is unfathomable. believing his brother was abused and for some reason he was not, when regulus was abused, is so painful.

regulus quietly resented sirius for leaving him behind. in his ugliest, most selfishly human moments he viewed it as a lack of love, not entirely self-preservation. his self-esteem was undoubtedly already terrible because of the nature of his parents inconsistent and conditional love, when sirius finally left regulus probably internalized his absence as proof that there is something fundamentally unlovable about him. they didn't speak after sirius left, even at school. if regulus spoke to sirius, he knew he might get in trouble for it. there must have been a sense of betrayal, no matter how justified sirius was for leaving. regulus doesn't seem like he would be able to handle guilt well. sirius represents a lot of unpleasant emotion for regulus. regulus represents a lot of unpleasant emotion for sirius. they probably both actively avoided each other.

it didn't help that there was another, external barrier rising between them.

they went to opposite sides of the war. regulus found community and acceptance among the death eaters. sirius found community and acceptance with the marauders and the order of the phoenix.

"no, i'm not afraid of hard work i get everything i want i have everything i wanted"

by his sixth year, regulus has everything he always wanted as a child. his parents' undivided attention and love. friends. power. it is bittersweet.

by his seventh year, sirius has everything he always wanted as a child. a home far away from his family. freedom. boundless love. it is bittersweet.

their differences are irreconcilable.

sirius heals the wound of his childhood and tries to build a life he is proud of, but it is impossible to escape the shadow of his family. they haunt him. he worries about his brother the same way he did when they were kids, but he knows he cannot stand up for him anymore. it was too much. he had to save himself. he knows the danger regulus is in, and the dark path he is walking down, but he can't help him because regulus doesn't want to be helped.

you can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved.

"everything's growing in our garden you don't have to know that it's haunted"

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Sirius had always hated birthdays. He liked the part when he was the center of attention and everyone gave him love and affection. But there was something that made him sad, perhaps the feeling of getting older or perhaps the trauma that his family had given him.

Remus remembered the first birthday he spent with Sirius. He turned eleven. He wasn't happy about getting older. Except for the fact he would go to Hogwarts next year.

But once Remus found out it was Sirius' Birthday because Regulus yelled about it, Remus tried to make it a happy day for Sirius. Remus let Sirius pick up the games. They did whatever he wanted. Remus made him laugh. He asked his mum to bake him a chocolate tart, like the one she did for Remus. Sirius ate it all, leaving stains of chocolate through his whole face. He looked adorable.

Remus did the best to make Sirius feel special and happy. And it worked for a while. Until Sirius' family arrived for a fancy dinner. And Sirius was forced to go.

"Can Rosie come?" Sirius asked. He looked sad now. And it broke Remus' heart.

Walburga gave Remus a disgusted look.

"Sorry, darling" she answered "It is only a family dinner. You do understand"

"Yeah, of course" Remus answered shyly.

Sirius was angry now.

"I am not hungry" he spat "I ate too much tart"

Walburga kneeled down to face her son. Her eyes were intense and scary. It gave Remus chills down his spine.

"You are coming with me whether you want to or not..." Walburga said carefully "Everyone came especially to see you. You are letting your Grandparents, Uncles, Auntie and cousins see the birthday boy, right?"

Her smile wasn't welcoming. It sounded like a threat. Remus didn't want to leave him alone with them.

"Let's get you changed into nicer clothes" Walburga gave her son a look before standing up and dragging Sirius away. Sirius turned to look at Remus helplessly.

Remus didn't know what to do. He was just a kid. So he cried for the rest of the night on his mother's lap.

Now Sirius' eighteenth birthday wasn't the exception to make Sirius sad. It had been a tough year for him. He had ran away from his wicked family after his father beated him up that summer. And his favorite Uncle Alphard died a few days ago. Remus knew Sirius wasn't okay, even though he pretended he was.

But Remus was going to make this birthday special as well. He figured he owed to him. They were closer than ever. And Remus loved him. He would do anything for Sirius. He would die for him.

"Of course we are having a big party for him" James said.

James and Peter agreed that Sirius needed cheering up and distraction after everything that had happened to him.

"All of his day will be busy and fun that he won't have time to feel sad"

Remus was still worried though. Sirius' mind tended to go to the darkest places. Remus just wanted to take his pain away. He would do anything to see Sirius smile and enjoy his day.

The morning of Sirius' Birthday, his three friends tiptoed to his bed. Sirius still looked peacefully asleep. And Remus' heart skipped a beat because as he grew, he got even more beautiful.

James counted with his fingers. Three... Two... One...

"Happy Birthday Padfoot!!"

"Happy birthday Padsie Baby!"

"Happy birthday, Pads!"

The three boys yelled at the same time. And Sirius woke up in a beat, kind of scared. James played In Da Club by 50 cents. The part when he rapped: "Go shawty, it's you birthday!". And James began dancing foolishly to the song, followed by Peter.

Sirius smiled deliciously and Remus was compelled to dance as well. Only to see that gorgeous smile of his.

Sirius laughed looking at his friends. When Sirius' eyes crossed with Remus, he stopped breathing for a second. He was looking at him and smiling at him. If only Remus could kiss his bloody lips right now. If only he could wrap his arms around him and call him his. Remus was desperately in love. But he had to contain himself. Because James and Peter didn't know about them. About their thing, more likely. So he just smiled back.

"How are you feeling, birthday boy?" James asked. Sirius finally moved his gaze away from Remus. And Remus could breathe again.

"Good"

"You're finally eighteen so you can officially buy some beer for us" Peter announced.

"You're eighteen as well, Wormy"

"Yeah but you look eighteen..." Peter sighed, sitting on Sirius' bed "I look fourteen"

"Oh you're such a baby!" James squeezed Peter's cheeks while he protested.

"Shut up!"

The Marauders laughed.

"And Sirius is so old..." Remus joked, wrinkling his nose.

"But even more handsome" Sirius smirked.

Remus couldn't say no to that.

"You wish"

"You know is true, Moony..."

Remus tried not to blush.

"Presents!" James interrupted, grabbing a big box from his bed and passing it to Sirius "You're are going to love mine"

Sirius grabbed it and opened it with a smile.

The bastard of James picked up the best presents for everyone. He got Sirius a cool poster of the motorcycle he fell in love with over the summer. And a set of clothes that included a lot of leather. Perfect for a motorbike boy. Leather jacket, leather trousers, a cool band t-shirt.

"Wow!" Sirius beamed "Prongsie!"

James was smiling gracefully.

"So you stop whining about how much you want that bike..." James said "But the actual motorcycle is on you"

Sirius laughed and opened his arms for James.

"Thank you, Prongsie. I love it"

James came closer and let himself be hugged by Sirius.

"I love you, Padsie" James gave him a quick kiss on his head.

Remus noticed James looked kind of sad as well. Perhaps he was worried about Sirius. Sometimes Remus thought he loved Sirius the most but James could easily compete with him and even win.

"Open mine next" Peter said, giving Sirius a small package.

Sirius was happy as he picked it up. And he opened it.

Peter got Sirius a cool black shirt with tiny stars as a pattern. It looked very elegant for a party or a formal dinner. And it was perfect for Sirius' style. He surely loved it.

"Oh my God!" Sirius gasped when he looked at it.

Peter blushed, proud of himself.

"I saw it and I thought of you" he smiled.

"You have good taste, Wormtail"

"You say that like it surprises you"

Sirius simply smiled in response.

"Fuck you" Peter rolled his eyes.

James and Sirius laughed. Remus smiled.

"Thank you, Wormyboo" Sirius blew him a kiss.

"You're welcome" Peter shrugged.

"It looks like a girl's blouse..." James added, taking a look at it.

"Shut up, James Potter" Sirius took it back "You don't know the first thing about good fashion, Mr. Double Denim"

"Double Denim is cool!"

"No darling" Sirius laughed, shaking his head.

"Remus" James said, looking intensely at him "Are you going to give Sirius your present?"

Remus had been entranced by Sirius' happy reactions to his presents that he hadn't said anything until now. James, Peter and Sirius were looking at him expectingly. Sirius' eyes were full of curiosity and hope.

Remus blushed and cleared his throat.

"Oh yes, certainly" he walked to his bed and retrieved the small package between his hands. This was pathetic.

"Happy Birthday, Sirius" he gave him the sweetest smile.

Sirius practically ripped the paper off and Remus could see that what he saw disappointed him.

"That's a really big bar of chocolate" Peter broke the ice.

"My favorite" Sirius faked a smile "Thank you, Moony"

If Remus could, he would give Sirius the moon and the stars. He would go to the end of the world to make him happy. He would give him his whole self. His whole life. Everything he was. Everything he owned. All his love. Sirius could have his heart. It belonged to him anyways.

But how could he express all of that in a tangible present? Firstly, Remus didn't have the money to buy him something cool or fancy like James and Peter. And secondly, Remus had prepared something else. Remus had it in his drawer. But he was embarrassed to give it to him now. In front of the lads. He was scared of giving his feelings away. Or everyone noticing something more than friendship between them.

So he got him that chocolate bar for now.

"I didn't have time to get you anything else..." Remus swallowed embarrassed.

"It's okay, Moony" Sirius said "Good thinking. If I have this big bar to myself, I won't take more of yours"

"Yeah exactly" Remus faked a smile as well.

Sirius stared at him intensely. Remus felt naked.

If only Sirius knew how much he loved him, how much he cared. Remus wanted everything with Sirius. But he settled snogging him in secret or whatever it was they were doing. Perhaps Sirius deserved better. But Remus couldn't let him go.

"We are also having a huge party for you, birthday boy!" James luckily broke the awkwardness and tension. And Sirius smile was back "Everyone is invited! Everyone wanted to celebrate with you, sunshine.... Lots of girls" his eyes fixed on Remus for a second "Perhaps you can pick up someone to fool around tonight and distract yourself"

Sirius tensed and gave a worried look at Remus. Remus tried to keep his eyes on the floor.

"Or maybe not" Sirius said angrily "I want to spend my birthday with you guys. Unless you are abandoning me for your love interests..."

"Lily is my girlfriend..."

"I wish..." Peter whispered.

Sirius frowned.

"No...no... No" James shook his head and squeezed Sirius' cheek "Today is your day. Nothing is more important to us than you, right lads?"

"Suree!" Peter nodded.

"Nothing is more important" Remus added.

Sirius crossed eyes with Remus. Remus sensed he wanted to tell him many things. But Remus didn't want Sirius to worry on his big day. The important thing was that he was happy. So he smiled at him to let him know everything was okay.

"You're wearing my shirt to the party, right?" Peter asked.

"Of course not! He is wearing my t-shirt and jacket. They are cooler" James teased.

They began competing and fighting about it which made Sirius laugh.

"Shut up, you wankers"

Remus was happy to see Sirius having a good time. He was going to make sure the rest of the day stayed that way.

*****

Sirius became the center of attention for the rest of the day. Breakfast was full of compliments, delicious food and presents. The Marauders and the girls took him to Hogsmeade so he could buy his first legal beer. Sirius was very proud about that one.

"Having fun, birthday boy?"

Remus asked Sirius as the two of them sneaked away from their friends to smoke. Finally Remus had Sirius for himself. He had Sirius' real present burning inside his bag.

"Sure..." Sirius nodded "I wish we could be alone though" he added "I could use some kisses"

Remus chuckled.

"We are alone now"

Sirius' smile disappear.

"Our friends are near"

Remus sighed "We will find a moment later"

"Moony..."

Whatever Sirius wanted to say was interrupted by a phone call. Sirius took out his phone and saw his brother's name on the screen. He had been trying to avoid phone calls from his entire family. But not Regulus'.

"Hey Reg" he answered as he stood up and walked away "Thank you..."

Remus knew Sirius still cared for his little brother. If Remus could, he would fix whatever was going on between them. He didn't have siblings so he didn't know. But perhaps there was something he could do. Perhaps he could invite Regulus to Sirius' party. That would make Sirius happy. That Regulus attended on his own.

****

Remus waited a moment to have Sirius alone again. But it seemed impossible.

The party was huge and everyone wanted to talk to Sirius, give him drinks or dance with him. Especially girls. Remus tried not to be jealous and act like cool friend. Because that was all he was.

It was Sirius who found him alone just outside the bathroom. Remus didn't have time to react when Sirius pushed him against the wall and kissed him. He tasted like alcohol.

"Mmhm..." Remus smiled between kisses "I thought it was your birthday not mine"

"I've received many things from people today, but all I wanted was to kiss you" Sirius kissed him again.

Remus' heart filled with joy when he heard that.

"You are certainly a celebrity today" Remus said "More than you normally are"

Sirius scoffed.

"There are a lot of people here I don't really know. Prongs just invited everyone" Sirius sighed "Even Reg is here with his weird friend"

Sirius looked at Remus and Remus tried to play innocent.

"Reg is here? That's great"

"Moony... He told me you asked him to come"

Damn. Remus forgot to tell Regulus not to say anything. He sighed.

"I figured you wanted to have your little brother at your birthday party" Remus shrugged.

Sirius' eyes moved through Remus' face. At first he thought he was angry. But then Sirius smiled.

"I know we haven't been having the best relationship lately, but I really wanted him here" Sirius' eyes glowed. "Thank you, Moony"

It was incredible the joy he felt to see Sirius happy and satisfied. Remus wanted to scream. Remus wanted to laugh. Remus wanted to kiss Sirius and tell him how much he loved him.

But he was scared. It was not possible that Sirius felt the same way he did. He couldn't be completely in love with him like Remus was.

"I have something for you" Remus said instead.

Sirius raised an eyebrow.

Remus took out the package he had been hiding inside his jacket all night. And he handed it to Sirius.

"Happy Birthday, Sirius"

Sirius was surprised.

"I thought you already gave me something this morning" Sirius said, grabbing the package.

"You really think I would only give you a chocolate bar for your birthday?"

"Knowing the chocoholic you are, yes..."

Remus laughed "I didn't want to give you this in front of James and Peter"

Sirius looked at Remus curiously.

"What are you waiting for? Open it up!"

Sirius did as he was told. He unwrapped the package and gasped at its contents.

Sirius firstly stared at a picture frame decorated with moons and stars all around it. It was a picture of three children, dressed up like pirates smiling happily at the camera. The boy in the middle was Sirius, looking handsome with that mischievous smile of his and his intense gray eyes. The boy on the left was Regulus, with a tiny smile and smart eyes, very mature for his age. And the girl on the right, was Remus before his transition.

Even though he didn't like to look at his old pictures that much, Remus liked this one. Because it had been a happy day with the two Black boys. They had had so much fun.

"Oh my God!" Sirius exclaimed and laughed "Look at Reggie's face"

Remus smiled because Sirius seemed so happy.

"I found my mum's old camera over the summer" he said "We look so happy in that picture"

Sirius smiled as well.

"The frame is handmade. Took me a while to draw all those moons and stars. I am not an artist like you" Remus chuckled.

"I love it"

And to prove it, he hugged to his chest, with eyes filled with tears.

"Look at the other thing" Remus added to distract Sirius from crying.

Sirius looked at the CD in his hand. "The Moon and the Stars" was written on the cover. "Songs from Moony to Padfoot".

"It's a silly name but I figured... I mean we are the moon..." he pointed at himself "and the Stars..." he pointed at Sirius. Then he felt embarrassed about it.

"There are just a few songs that remind me of you or make me think about you when I listen to them" Remus explained nervously "I reckon you would like them. They are not romantic cheesy garbage but actually cool..."

Sirius was speechless, staring at his present.

"I know is not much..." Remus added "I don't have a lot of money to buy you something better, but..."

Remus was interrupted by a fierce kiss. Remus was suddenly out of breath again as Sirius pinned him to the wall.

And Remus gave into the kiss as he stroked Sirius' hair and Sirius' neck, pulling him closer. His heart was beating so fast, it was going to get out of his chest any time soon.

Remus loved him so much, it couldn't be healthy. He loved him. He loved him. He loved him.

They only stopped kissing when they were out of breath.

"I'd take that as a thank you"

Sirius laughed "I really loved it, Moony" he said "Thank you so much. You are amazing"

Sirius kissed him again. This time delicately.

It was all worth it. Seeing Sirius like this, seeing him happy on his birthday. It was worth it. Remus wished he could be there for the rest of Sirius' birthdays to make sure he has a nice day. It didn't matter if Remus and Sirius weren't boyfriends. Even only as a friend, Remus would love him and would do anything to make Sirius happy. This feeling was eternal, it would never be over.

[atyd1960]

GUTS tracks as Marauders era characters/ships

all-american bitch as all the Valkyries (Lily, Mary&Marlene)

- They might be British but this song suits each of them so perfectly I swear

- I pay attention to things that most people ignore

- I am built like a mother and a total machine, I feel for your every little issue I know just what you mean

- I forgive and I forget, I know my age and I act like it

- I’m grateful all the time, I’m sexy and I’m kind, I’m pretty when I cry.

bad idea right? As Wolfstar

- my toxic babies<3

- And I know we’re done, I know we’re through- but, God, when I look at you, my brain goes: “ahhhhh”, I cannot hear my thoughts…

- I only see him as a friend, I just tripped and fell into his bed🤷🏽

- I know I should stop, but I can’t

- I told my friends I was asleep, but I never said where (I’m in his sheets)🤭

lacy as Dorlene

- I care, I care, I care, like perfume that you wear, I linger all the time, watching hidden in plain sight.

- I despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you

- I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you

- THIS WHOLE FUCKING SONG IS SO THEM I’M SCREAMING

ballad of a homeschooled girl as Peter

- I told secrets I shouldn’t tell

- feels like my skin doesn’t feel right over my bones

- Each time I step outside, it’s social suicide

making the bed as Regulus

- I thought it so I said it, took it ‘cause I can, another day pretending I’m older than I am

- Sometimes I feel like I don’t wanna be where I am

- Every good thing has turned into something I dread

- They’re changing my machinery, and I just let it happen

- But it’s me who’s been making the bed.

love is embressing as Mary

- my girl is TIRED of men

- Just watch as I crucify myself for some weird second string loser who’s not worth mentioning, my God, love’s embressing as hell

The grudge as Sirius and Walburga

- My undying love, now I hold it like a grudge

- I hear your voice every time I think I’m not enough

- I try to be tough, but I wanna scream, how could anybody do the things you did so easily?

- I say I don’t care, I say that I’m fine, but you know I can’t let it go, I tried I tried I tried for so long… It takes strength to forgive but I don’t feel strong

- The arguments that I have won against you in my head- in the shower, in the car, and in the mirror before bed; yeah I’m so tough when I’m alone, and I make you feel so guilty, and I fantasise about a time you’re a little fucking sorry.

- Currently in tears btw

Teenage Dream as all the Marauders during 7th year

- I’ll blow up the candles, happy birthday to me, got your whole life ahead of you- you’re only 19 (17), but I fear that they already got all the best parts in me…

- They all say that it gets better, it gets better the more you grow. They all say that it gets better, it gets better, but what if I don’t?

[maliceofminds]

Taxi rides on Christmas Eve

Well, maybe it‘s more like a taxi ride Christmas night. 4 am and counting as she looks down at her boots. Black shining leather and she wants to rip it apart, wants the polish to wear off, have tears and scratches. Wants prove that she’s living, not floating in a vacuum tank.

The cab is just as shiny. Shiny seats, Polsters and it reeks. Reeks of spilled dirty secrets and expensive whisky and unloved lives and alcoholism and drugs and negligent parents and paper (the green printed type) and fights and warmth, humid sticky warmth that clings to her skin like it’s trying to become part of her.

It smells like her mother and her father. Like her family and who she is. It smells like destiny.

Sirius black is in a taxi on Christmas Eve. Sirius black is in a cage, rabid dog, curled against the iron fence on Christmas Eve. But the dirt floor of the cage is home, the scratches of her claws her handwriting and the only thing that the world will ever remember about her. A dog, chained to the foot of a bed.

A radiating hand reaches out for her. Burns as it trails along the skin of her arm like a child carefully finding a new thing. But it’s not a child. And Walburga Black only knows softness in the cage with a syringe of calming drug in her left hand as she strokes her own creation.

Love and hate mull together Sirius thinks distantly. They must. She thinks of the ugliness that reflects them sitting next to one another on the backseat. The mirror that they build and the pain that comes with looking into it.

She’s her mother and her mother is her.

Everyone knows.

They know best. That’s why they can rip each other apart, time after time. Rip and clash and dig fingers into flesh until they come back bloody and dripping, until rib cages open, until they cry and hug and love again. Until they see themselves raging in the other and slow and slow until they halt in a painful show of self awareness that not many people can say they’ve been part of.

But know they’re in the cab. The cage. And her mothers hand is soft like she doesn’t know her. And misses seeing all her flaws and that stings more than the actual sneers and screams and cries. Because deep down. Walburga black must have a heart. One that beats and loves.

And she loves Sirius. In an obsessive crazy way, in a way that makes her want to burn down the world, Sirius thinks, sometimes, when she sees her hot, red anger. In a spoiled way that makes her mother want, like a girl wants a pony. Like a spoiled brat that takes everything and never gives, in a selfish kind of way that morphs Sirius like dough into whatever form she needs her to be.

The warm hand trails down her arm and Sirius stares right ahead. Into the red count of the taxi cab, counts seconds. Strings them together with the numbers and the world flies by and her mother‘s hand takes hers. Like soft Love. Like a bed time story. Like a slow song on the radio. Like she forgot how sharp they Both are.

She’s burning up with it. Like painful hellfire inside of her raging. A volcano about to erupt.

She pulls away.

Tucks her hands between her cold bare thighs. Into safety.

„Sirius?“ her voice is slurred with the alcohol. Uncountable drinks that make her soft like goo. Like slime dripping down from what’s left of her. All the while her father turns stoic into hard stone, unreachable like an angel on a gravestone only he’s far from angelic.

She doesn’t like that version. The goo version of her. She doesn’t like any other either, but this one feels like a mother, overbearing and caring. Calling desperately for her child. Smiling at her. Touching without hurting, warm and falsely safe.

It makes something rise up in her throat. Deep sting like tears. And vile taste like vomit. And deep knowing in the pit of her stomach while she swallows it down.

She is burning up with it. Sweating, pearly on her skin, hands tucked, head up, eyes tracing the numbers and pretending she’s lost hearing. Maybe she’s like her father after all.

She wishes for Winter suddenly. For cold to wrap her up and pink her cheeks. For snow and breath in the air. For the girl that’s always cold.

Remus Lupin never burns she thinks distantly.

She will only trace her long spindly fingers along her skin and let Sirius pretend the goosebumps are from the cold of them.

Kiss her like a body. Like she is haunting her from death. But then make her warm in the pleasant kind of way. Like soft Love. Like a bed time story. Like a slow song on the radio. Like she knows how sharp they both can be but she is not afraid to get cut.

[soulfullives]

The old witch sleep and the good man grace - The amazing devil

i am so sorry i only got to answering this ask just nowww this week has been hectic and i was focused on trying to get through it, that's why i posted mostly during the weekend. anyways, this song makes me think of sirius, and at the same time the relationship he had with euphemia and walburga

"You don't have to be brilliant / She says as she scrolls / Through the rolls that the millions / Of hollering hollow folk know how to play, it's ok / They're just shadows searching for light / They can't stay" <- to me, this is right after sirius ran away from home and euphemia is trying to comfort him, to help him unlearn the ways that he knew. he had been told ever since he was little that, as the future heir of the blacks, he has to be the best version of himself there was, and, obviously, on an adult, let alone a teenager, that's a lot of pressure. euphemia taught him that it's okay to be a child, to be young and free.

"Somehow now I'm drinking, and I'm lifting my glass / To that last good man grace / Who has left me, he's left me at last / And I laugh, and I laugh / 'Cause laughing right now, it's all, all that I have" <- definitely sirius post halloween '81. the first three lyrics make me think of the relationship between s&j and how james was pretty much the only person that s considered to be fully, undeniably, a good person. also, it was mentioned that, when sirius was caught, he was laughing. i'd like to think he was in a state of shock and was laughing at the sheer stupidity of the situation and at that incompetence of the ministry, but we may never know.

"You're brave because they broke you / Yet broken still you breathe" <- this too makes me think of euphemia and sirius, and how she helped him learn to be... himself, i suppose. she helped him learn, aside of the people that hurt him, that life is worth living and that there is fun even in the most mundane. the black family certainly had an impact on him, hence the "they broke you", but he was still alive, and therefore he still had time to learn (and unlearn) and "redeem" himself.

"'Cause I when I stand oh those folks will run / And tell the tales of what I've become / They'll speak of me, oh in whispered tones / And say my name like it shakes their bones" <- absolutely sirius post azkaban escape. everyone is scared of him, they're almost as afraid to say his name as they used to be with voldemort. he was known to have been "one of the most skilled death eaters" and having him escape and on the loose was definitely not a safe place to be in.

"I'm all yours, but you're all mine / Let's dance together, you and I / 'Cause I'm not trapped with you, you see / You're the one who's trapped with me" <- now this is where the lyrics get walburga&sirius to me. s knows, no matter how much he denies it or tries to deny it, that deep in the marrow of his bones, flowing in his blood, he's his mother's son. she told him that no matter how much he tries to escape her, he'll never be truly free, and now he realizes what she meant by that.

[siriusmydeer]

For the Thank You Next can you do Imagine with James Potter?

thank you, next.

james potter x slytherin!fem!reader

summary: you go through the stages of love till you find your person.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: mutual pinning, over use of sarcasm it’s so bad, SWEARING, kissing, mentions of kissing, mentions of an arm falling off, mentions of injury

—0:00

‘Thought I'd end up with Sean

But he wasn't a match

Wrote some songs about Ricky

Now I listen and laugh

Even almost got married

And for Pete, I'm so thankful

Wish I could say "thank you" to Malcolm

'Cause he was an angel’

one day, when you’re young, your mother tells you, ‘there’s lots of fish in the sea, but you have to wait for the right catch’ or maybe that was just your deranged mother. normally, you thought all of that was bullshit. a slytherin princess should never be mistreated, someone whomst you honour and adore with all in your beating heart; turns out slytherin boys didn’t get the fucking memo.

the only person who did understand was the one and only, regulus arcturus black. but you unfortunately lacked sexual attraction to him so therefore you couldn’t date him, so that was a feigning issue. evan rosier was fit, top of his classes and a quite nice mop of blonde on his head, he was a quidditch player and a pureblood slytherin; so etiquette is to be clearly expected. too other schoolmates, especially the fawning girls of almost every house, he was probably the full package, one of the alpha males that roamed the hallways at hogwarts; oh were those girls the biggest knob heads to exist.

turns out he was just the biggest fucking dick to ever walk the planes of the earth, he ran around with idiots like lucius malfoy— another mistake of the century, and little severus snape; thank merlin, and salazar slytherin themselves you never resorted to him.

‘One taught me love

One taught me patience

And one taught me pain

Now, I'm so amazing

Say I've loved and I've lost

But that's not what I see

So, look what I got

Look at what you taught me

And for that, I say’

normally your first couple of boyfriends should teach you something out of the relationship, maybe what you needed to strengthen for the next time you were in an intimate relationship, like trust, communication, maybe even sexual intimacy.

all these absolute dunces taught you was to pick your boyfriends better, and to stay away from every slytherin male that had ever entered hogwarts. evan— oh, he only taught you that everyone and everything was a priority over you, always the ‘talk to you later.’ and the casual, ‘blowjob?’ comments; absolutely fucking arse. lucius, couldn’t forget his moto in your mind even if you jammed it in your strongly-witted brain that money was power and money over any atom to every exist.

regulus understood, strict pureblood parents but he still understood how to treat a partner. i guess it was nice not picking up every habit of walburger and onion— sorry, walburga and orion, noble heirs of the house of black. yeah, did i mention they were second cousins?

‘Thank you, next (next)

Thank you, next (next)

Thank you, next

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next (next)

Thank you, next (next)

Thank you, next (next)’

“you could always hang out with my brothers mates, i see them not casually oogling you.” oh regulus, sometimes you did lack the slytherin wit and ambition. he was sprawled on the malachite coloured couch, a pearly white quill fumbled between his slender digits as he started aimlessly into oblivion at the dying out fire in the midst of the frigid common room.

“yeah, let me go hang out with my best friends brothers friends, slytherin haters! such a good idea, reg. maybe they should’ve put you in ravenclaw from that amazing idea!” if you were sarcastic before, there aren’t a non-vulgar amount of words in the universe to describe the tremendous mockery in your tone; as you intensely stared into the crevices of the ceiling while laying on the opposite viridescent sofa.

“merlin, tone down the sarcasm a bit? i was just offering, it’s not like your a pureblood, or a prat.” regulus offered, looking at your form, your elbow now covering your eyes and making recurring heavy sighs every few minutes. “being a half-blood is enough for hatred, regulus, m’dear.” you sighed again, in defeat. hopeless romantic and hated by many, fantastic, am i right?

‘Spend more time with my friends

I ain't worried 'bout nothin'

Plus, I met someone else

We're havin' better discussions

I know they say I move on too fast

But this one gon' last

'Cause her name is Ari

And I'm so good with that (so good with that)’

don’t think, breath and just do what your heart tells you to. fuck that— panic, cry, scream, whatever, be scared. you were gaping at the red mass and overdue of shades, it wasn’t ugly but definitely not the prettiest colour to exist; mixed with mustard yellow. gryffindor students absolutely covered in both. well students, no, james potter, yes.

he happen to be your victim, well friend of sirius; regulus did say after all they oogled you, whatever that meant. you both played quidditch, pretty decent grades, both had good humour, your more so, i mean c’mon you couldn’t find that wit just anywhere, and well you could be best friends. well friends, acquaintances, maybe one, possibly. if only you had the confidence of a leo male, all you needed was to strut over to the damn quidditch field and say something, literally anything.

so that’s exactly what you did, your shoes crunching against the no-longer damp grass, dry after morning dew showers. your bag hanging off of your left arm, your head preoccupied with ways on how to greet someone because slytherin etiquette right now was not the way to go; it would only cause assumptions and stereotypes. i mean who the actual fuck says, ‘how do you do?’ anymore.

‘She taught me love (love)

She taught me patience (patience)

She handles pain (pain)

That amazing (yeah, she's amazing)

I've loved and I've lost (yeah, yeah)

But that's not what I see (yeah, yeah)

'Cause look what I've found (yeah, yeah)

Ain't no need for searching

And for that, I say’

enemies, nope. acquaintances, don’t think so. friends, getting there. close friends, i would say. if someone ever said they saw james fleamont potter hanging around a slytherin they would’ve assumed that someone was knocked upside the head with the biggest beaters bar you could find, but the green and red weren’t that bad of a mix after all.

henceforth, here you were giggling like school girls with james fucking potter right by the black lake. “james, respectfully, stop carrying that stupid snitch everywhere. doesn’t it weigh down your pockets?” you queried the boy who was fumbling with the golden snitch for the past three minutes, flipping his hair so he could knock the brunette tendrils from his eyes while he gaped at you.

you were glowing— the sun at its highest peek, he could’ve been on his knees thanking albus dumbledore in his office for free period; knowing james we would’ve offered to comb his beard and maybe even a shampoo and condition it while he was at it.

your eyes glittered as you chortled at him for dropping that stupid ball for the third time, your hair dancing in the wind like it was a routine, a perfect routine, your teeth glinting at the suns ethereal rays that hit you just right. imagine if james’ foolish cocky mask instead would’ve rejected your offer of friendship that one humid day on the quidditch pitch— he would’ve been the biggest git to ever stride the planet.

‘Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (thank you)

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (said thank you, next)

Thank you, next (next)

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next

Thank you, next

Thank you, next’

friends, that’s what it was suppose to be. pals, mates, schoolmates, whatever the fuck you called it. it wasn’t suppose to be frenemies, to friends to lovers! you weren’t suppose to notice the navy blue flecks of colour in his cerulean eyes, the way his lips curled in a smile after he caught that silly snitch that blazed the thick sure after a hefty match, the way he brushed the tresses of hair behind your ears when the wind was assaulting your face and you were basically swallowing your hair.

now sitting with him in the library you were mentally stabbing your stygian heart, why men. why do they do things, why do men sometimes have the decency to show sympathy, and partiality with their friends. he hugged you, he kissed your forehead when you felt dejected, james potter went through the slytherin common room to bring you chocolates on your period. which fucking gryffindor would do that, huh? definitely not frank longbottom or fabian prewett.

his hand scathed yours as he pointed at how to make a draught of peace potion, his hand was warm and smooth but only from what you touched— you could see slight callouses forming on the pads of pads palm from broom handling, and the small cracks in his knuckles from the lacking use of lotion. you felt the rapid rate of your heart merely increasing at the minute from the slight touch, a rush of rose clouded your cheeks. this was so embarrassing.

‘One day I'll walk down the aisle

Holding hands with my mama

I'll be thanking my dad

'Cause she grew from the drama

Only wanna do it once, real bad

Gon' make that last

God forbid something happens

Least this song is a smash (song is a smash)’

you were mid flight, smashing a bludger in the direction of the vermillion colours. even when you were immensely sweaty, intensely panting, abundantly tired, and your arm looked like it wanted to fall off he wanted to kiss the energy back into you. james loved winning against slytherin, it might’ve been his favourite thing at hogwarts; but he would murder a pack of death eaters if it meant he got to see your smile when your emerald-clad seeker clutched that small golden ball.

both teams landed, a handshake due for the game to be over after almost two continuous hours of playing and that stubborn ball blazing the air. he meant to walk over there, a hug overdue in his prideful way of saying congratulations but he did not think that he would’ve strided over to your panting figure and clasped your soft cushion lips with his own parched ones from the continuous heaving in his breath.

your lips tasted of peach, hints of mango. your lips dried of chapstick but still smooth— feeling the grooves in your lips, they were puffy and swollen probably from the tremendous amount of times you had bitten your lips in anxiety. your lips disconnected for a moment, suddenly realizing that you had an audience of your fellow slytherins, your enemy gryffindors and not one but two shocked crowds of hufflepuffs and ravenclaws suddenly watching the private scene unfold.

james cleared his throat, looking at your grinning face that was encased between his palms, your face was significantly flushed, your chest moving every millisecond at the loss of breath in your lungs. “good, uh, good game james.”

‘I've got so much love (love)

Got so much patience (patience)

I've learned from the pain (pain)

I turned out amazing (turned out amazing)

I've loved and I've lost (yeah, yeah)

But that's not what I see (yeah, yeah)

'Cause look what I've found (yeah, yeah)

Ain't no need for searching

And for that, I'll say’

cocky, quidditch captain, school prankster, pureblood gryffindor, and head boy. that to the peering eyes of hogwarts was james potter, but he was so much more than that. he was like an onion, gross comparison but for the sake of it you’ll use it, he had layers but everyday it’s like you cried a little less and you peeled just a bit more.

he was benevolent, he guided first years to common rooms and sometimes he studied with fourth year hufflepuffs. he was sensible, sometimes, he helped out madame pomfrey in the healers wing when remus had been injured from a full moon along with any remaining students in the ward from previous incidents, not to mention, you did uncover remus’ ‘furry secret’ and swore to secrecy. and most of all, james was cherishing, he actually did give a fuck when you had a bad day, he stroked your back and hummed you stupid baby lullabies.

i mean could you imagine lucius malfoy and evan rosier humming a girl lullabies when they were upset? celebratory kisses after quidditch, bringing you snacks while you were overwhelmed in school work and actually made an effort in the relationship? they would’ve bought you a pair of red bottoms and called it a day.

‘Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (said thank you, next)

Thank you, next (next)

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next

Thank you, next

Thank you, next

Yeah’

there was infact one thing that your past relationships taught you;

never date a man to ever be put in the slytherin house ever again.

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[ourloveisforthelovely]

Revelation Part 2

Harry Potter Marauders Era- Post Hogwarts 

Link to Part 1 

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: M 

Credit: Song in chapter: I forget where we were Ben Howard and a clip taken from the TV show Rescue Me (it was so fitting)

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You stormed back into the house muttering about how much you wanted to kick Regulus in the shins.

“Did daddy already piss you off?”

Sirius said with a smirk as he looked up from his place at the kitchen table. He clearly could see that you were in a less than happy state but he needed answers. The scowl on your face told Sirius that he was lucky to not be killed.

“You know if I didn’t adore you so fucking much I would bitch slap the hell out of you and yes he made me mad.”

You said before sitting down across from Sirius. He smiled innocently before making a drink appear in front of you.

“Is there booze in this?”

You questioned. Sirius nodded.

“It appears that is what you need.”

You laughed bitterly. Hell yes, you needed booze and Sirius needed to make sure that the drinks kept coming. If you got drunk, that would be just fine. Harry wouldn't be waking up anytime soon and if he did, Sirius could tend to him.

“You have no idea.”

You muttered. Sirius was quiet for a moment before finally deciding to speak again.

“Y/n, I normally don’t pry into your life mostly because we know everything about each other but I am feeling a bit left out and confused at the moment.”

You took a drink, knowing that it was time to tell Sirius the truth. All of your dirty and most passionate secrets were about to come spilling out to your best friend.

“We dated for three years.”

You replied. Sirius was clearly surprised. How did he and James not pick up on this? Were they that distracted that they didn’t notice you with Regulus? The better question was what did you really have in common with his little brother (other than an impeccable gift of sarcasm)?

“Wow...so was it some weird sex thing or an actual relationship?”

“It was an actual relationship combined with mind-blowing sex that would make Satan himself blush. Do you remember my friend Samantha?”

Sirius internally gagged at the word “mind-blowing sex.” To him, you were the funny girl that tagged around with the Marauders. Sure, Sirius was aware that you had lost your virginity but he wasn’t for sure to whom it was...now he knew.

“Yeah the girl from Ravenclaw, you used to study with her a lot.”

You shook your head.

“Samantha was actually your brother and I can tell you that there was no studying going on. Most of the time when I came back to the common room I was wondering if I had remembered my underwear.”

You had to stifle a look at the expression on Sirius’ face. He was quiet for a few moments longer before speaking again.

“So both of you are into some freaky shit, huh?”

Taking a sip of your drink, you only batted your eyes at Sirius.

“It depends on how you define the word freaky.”

You said replied with a sly smile. Had this conversation been with James there probably would have been a lot of yelling and screaming. With Sirius, it was a pleasant yet uncomfortable experience that both of you should look back on and laugh.

“Well, you call my brother daddy. That is some information that I could have totally gone without knowing. Now I can’t look at my little brother the same way. I'm going to call him daddy now just to witness his reaction.”

Sirius was relieved when you smiled.

“And that doesn’t surprise me. Let me make sure to find a camera because that will be an uncomfortable experience for both Regulus and myself.”

Sirius grinned.

“It was a very uncomfortable experience for me to hear earlier. Well...more like the rug being pulled out from underneath me. So, all jokes aside, what happened between the two of you?”

Your face darkened. This wasn’t a memory that you ever wanted to think about...the break up a week after graduation. It was like having the rug pulled out from under you. You still felt that way when you thought about it. Something had you convinced that Regulus was the one for you and maybe you still felt that way.

While you were in America, you had tried dating others but it never worked out. You always compared them to Regulus. They were always annoying you, talking too much, and didn't know how to touch you. Unbeknownst to you, you were the lucky one. You hadn’t been bitten during a moment of what was supposed to be exciting.

“Regulus decided that he didn’t want to disappoint your parents. They would never accept me because I am a blood traitor so bye bye Y/n.”

Sirius frowned.

“Is that why you took off to the states?”

You nodded.

“That would be the reason.”

Sirius’ was quiet again. He was trying to think of some “big brother-like” bit of advice that he could give you that might be helpful but he couldn’t think of anything. Everything that he had to offer sounded a bit condescending or downright cold…

Positive one, Walburga Black won’t be your mother-in-law Positive two, we don’t have to worry about James rolling over in his grave. Positive three,...

Sirius was sure that there were positive number three and if you gave him time he could come up with more.

“Why are you sitting here in my brother’s coat if you are so mad at him?”

You realized that you were still, in fact, still wrapped in Regulus’ coat. In your subconscious, you were enjoying having Regulus’ comforting scent around you.

“We were outside talking and he put it around my shoulders before pissing me off. I told him that he wasn’t getting his coat back and he isn’t. I’m a petty bitch and am going to keep this coat like that gold-hoarding dragon from The Hobbit.”

Sirius chuckled. He again realized how much that he had missed you over the past year.

“Alright Smaug junior, go take your gold and hide upstairs because I hear the front door opening.”

You jumped up and ran up the stairs as Regulus stepped in. Sirius took a sip of his tea before meeting his brother’s face. Regulus’ cheeks were pink from the chill of the evening.

“Is that hot?”

Sirius nodded.

“Just pour it on me.”

Sirius smirked as Regulus grabbed the blanket that was on the back of the couch and curled up in it.

“You know, a lesser man would have come back in for his coat. How are you doing, daddy?”

Regulus glared at Sirius before going to pour himself a cup of tea. It took all that Sirius had not to burst out laughing at the sneer on his brother’s face. Regulus looked like Sirius had force-fed him a lemon.

Y/n just missed a fine moment.

“Never call me that again! Maybe I don’t want to get punched in the face. Y/n is mad and I’m an idiot.”

Sirius shrugged.

“You said it.”

Regulus groaned sitting down. He wanted to apologize to you but he knew at the moment he would be better attempting to baptize a feral cat.

“I was trying to do her a favor.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t do Y/n any favors and let her make her own choices or possibly use the balls between your legs to tell mum and dad to fuck off?”

Regulus’ lip twitched at this brother’s comment. It was so easy for Sirius to talk about telling Walburga and Orion to fuck off. He wasn't the one that had to be “the good son.” That was all on Regulus’ shoulders. Sure, now his efforts were shot to hell but Regulus was doing the right thing...the noble thing.

“Have you forgotten what is on my left arm? Y/n is an auror and she is going to be working for Moody soon. What a fucking joke we both would be. A death eater dating an auror...and the other way around. I did her a favor.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow.

“Well, you aren’t a death eater anymore. You are just acting like you missed your little nap.”

Regulus crossed his arms, reminding Sirius of the little boy that would turn Grimmauld Place into a literal nightmare on Elm Street when he didn’t have a nap during the day.

“She said...well screamed at my face...that she should have dated you because you would have been so much better to her.”

Sirius winced.

“Ouch. To be fair, she and I would kill each other. I would be better off dating you...with our family history no one would bat an eye.”

Regulus didn’t want to think about his family's pureblood history at the moment. He had enough on his plate.

“If you were dating me, I would kill you. Now I get to sit back and watch the two of you play house with James’ kid. Just a thought but you two may want to save some money for the therapy that child is going to need.”

Sirius stood up and shook his head.

“Nah, the little tyke is going to be just fine.”

Regulus wanted to make a snarky comment but decided not to.

“Where did Y/n go anyway?”

Sirius pointed to the stairs.

“Upstairs with your coat that is no longer yours. I would suggest leaving her alone unless you want to lose an eye. If you do bother her and lose an eye, I will forever compare you to a pirate.”

Regulus stood up and moved to leave the room.

“Yeah, well, fuck you.”

Walking upstairs, Regulus poked his head hesitantly into what was your room. When nothing was thrown at him, Regulus figured out that the room was empty. He had no idea what he was going to say to apologize to you. If you didn’t want to hear what he was going to say, you would let whatever words that he has to offer go in one ear and out the other. It wasn’t like things were before. He couldn’t just grab you and have his way with you anymore. Things were different and Regulus wasn’t sure if they would ever be the same.

Regulus stopped outside of Harry’s nursery at the sound of your soft voice singing. Looking into the room, but not making his presence known, Regulus watched as you cradled Harry. He stepped back outside the door with his back against the wall. Had Regulus forgotten how peaceful it sounded to hear your voice? When you weren’t being sassy (and things weren’t tense) you were the most calming person that Regulus had in his life.

Don't take it so seriously, no. Only time is ours . The rest we'll just wait and see. Maybe you're right, babe, maybe. Oh no, and that's how summer passed. Oh your, great divide and range of green green grass. Oh, maybe I hold on fast, to you . Hello love, my invincible friend. Hello love, the thistle and the burr. Hello love, for you I have so many words but I, I forget where we were

Stepping away from the room, Regulus knew it was best that he walked away for now.

Regulus didn’t see you the next morning either. You were gone before he woke up. It was Remus that told him “gently” that you had decided to go back to work as an auror. Regulus hated the thought of that altogether. You had no reason to go to work With the Potter family fortune, you could live comfortably and raise Harry. It wouldn’t be your style though. You were probably doing this just to spite him.

Your choice of being an auror was the topic of the first fight that the two of you had as a couple. It was funny, especially now, for Regulus to think that the first fight happened weeks before the breakup. Now he should have seen it was the beginning of the end.

“You’re what?!”

Regulus snapped. The two of you had met at the top of the astronomy tower. Graduation was a few weeks and you decided to drop the bomb of your career to be.

“You heard me. It's what I want to do, Reggie.”

“You do realize what I am right? I don’t think that it will be looked upon very highly for you to have a boyfriend that is a death eater.”

You smirked.

“No one technically knows anything right now as it is so…

Regulus pulled himself out of his memory when you stepped into the kitchen with Marlene McKinnon on your heels. Sirius quickly leaned over and playful elbowed Regulus in the side with a smile that said, there is your woman.

“I’m an idiot. I never should have broken up with him, Y/n. I’m just a mess.”

Regulus watched as your eyes fluttered in his direction before looking away...as if he were not even in existence.

“Marlene, there is hope. It comes with batteries. Trust me, no man is worth that much aggravation. I understand why Dorcas loves women. Let me tell youI am a big supporter of the lesbian community. I wish that I was a lesbian.”

Sirius, Regulus, and Remus both looked up at that. It took all that you had not to laugh at the expression on the face of every man in the room.

“What?”

Remus questioned. You put your bag down before turning to face Remus and a very amused Sirius.

“Like gay guys, they really have it made. So think about it, you’re a guy and your with a guy who has the same interest as you that's like a win-win situation. First of all, you both like to have a lot of sex and if you’re both interested in sports you can go to hockey games, football games, quidditch matches. It's all blowjobs and ball games.”

Sirius immediately started laughing so hard that he almost fell out of his chair. This was going to be one of those Y/n conversations that he had missed so much over the past year.

“Blow jobs and ball games?”

Remus questioned, stifling a laugh, before turning to Sirius wondering if his lover was going to make it through this conversation. You, meanwhile, smirked over the top of the drink that Marlene handed you.

“Sweetie, no matter the sexual orientation every relationship goes great until the both of you start having secret evil plans to piss each other off. This doesn’t apply to Sirius and Remus because you two are the perfect relationship having freaks.”

Sirius grinned.

“You think so??”

You groaned.

“Buzzkill, Marlene. So what you are saying is even if you and I were doing each other, we would be doomed?”

Marlene nodded before deciding to use your comment.

“There is hope. It comes with batteries.”

You were watching Regulus out of the corner of your eye. He was only blinking with a small amused smirk on his face. Clearly, he had no idea that this was the conversation that everyone in this room had on a regular basis.

“I’m going to take a nap.”

Sirius stood up to take his empty cup to the sink.

“Remus and I are taking Harry clothes shopping. Do you have any requests on what not to buy?”

You shook your head.

“I think that you two will be just fine. Marlene, what are you doing tonight?”

Marlene was gathering up her sweater and handbag.

“Going to find a new boyfriend that runs on batteries.”

You gave her a thumbs up before turning and walking out of the room.

(1 hour later…)

You lay awake staring at the ceiling. From the time that you had laid down, your mind was on Regulus. Being back in the same house was quickly wearing on you. Every moment that you looked at him, you wanted nothing more than to get your hands back on your former lover.

Face it, princess, you still love him and want nothing more than to fuck his brains out.

You could take your own advice and invest in a good vibrator. It wouldn't be good enough though. Nothing would be as good as the real thing.

There is nothing wrong with teasing Regulus and let him see what he’s missing.

That could be the most promising advice that you could give yourself at the moment. Sitting up, you let your eyes fall to the trunk that was in the corner. It was the one trunk that you hadn’t unpacked yet. You knew inside was one of Regulus’ school white dress shirts. After one very steamy sex meet up, you may have just taken it back to the Gryffindor tower with you.

You didn’t want to think about how over the past year that you would wear that shirt when you wanted to feel close to Regulus again.

Don’t be a buzzkill.

You thought as you shook the thoughts from your mind. Grinning evilly, you slid your dress, bra, and knickers off before opening the trunk and looking for the article of clothing that you needed.

Stepping outside of your bedroom door, you stood dressed in only Regulus’ shirt unbuttoned halfway with nothing else underneath. You had sent Sirius a message and told him to take Harry out for ice cream. This would be enough to keep Remus and Sirius out for a bit longer. You would have enough time to work your “magic.”

You peaked your head around the corner before walking into the living room. Regulus sat rather unsuspectingly minding his own business with a book on his lap. You weren't sure what would happen after this incident took place. Were you ready to take Regulus back and risk having your heart broken again? You weren't sure 100%. Time would have to tell on that one but getting laid for the first time in years sounded nice.

Time to put this plan into action

The moment that you walked casually through the living room you were never more thankful to be such a good actress. You were able to keep your face straight without blushing when Regulus looked up and dropped the drink that he was holding in his free hand. The only regret that you had was that you couldn’t see the expression on his face. You have paid money to be able to see what his face looked like.

Casually, you walked into the kitchen acting as though you didn’t see him. You had no idea what you were going to do in the kitchen. After standing still for a moment, you opened the refrigerator to look for some mystery item that would catch your eye. You had been pawing through the refrigerator for all of three seconds when you heard Regulus’ voice.

“One question, is that my shirt?”

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We Don’t Have To Dance

Sirius Black x Wolfstar/Marauders (PLATONIC) | Angst (but a bit of fluff at the end)

“We don’t have to talk, we don’t have to dance, we don’t have to make friends”

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Words: 2587 TW: Swearing, Alcohol (mentioned)The Prank (mentioned) the word hell is said a lot, yelling/ a fight/ a bit of blood, Walburga and Orion’s A+ parenting (aka mentions of abuse) anxiety A/N: First I’d like to say that this could be triggering, please read the TW and take care if you read, I just started writing and didn’t stop. 

Also this is kinda au(?¿?) where Sirius doesn’t run away to James’s house. ALSO there’s quite a few POV changes (sorry)

ALSO I used the song “We Don’t Have To Dance” by Andy Black (lol) as inspiration/prompts, the fic has pretty much nothing to do with what the song is about tho

Feedback is always appreciated! - Blue

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 Record scratch; Steve Miller Band Tattooed necks and tattooed hands

 Oh, how don't you drown in a rainstorm?

It was the first day back to school and the Gryffindors decided to throw a party for the older students, so once all the young ones were tucked up in bed, all the others placed silencing charms around the common room and got out all the drinks they had stolen from home.

*Remus’s POV*

Parties aren’t Remus’s thing but when the whole tower was loud and to make it to the hallway would mean weaving through people, and he really didn’t feel like doing that. And he couldn’t go to the dorms because Sirius was standing by the staircase, Remus could smell him the other side of the room with people in between, Remus used to love the smell of Sirius, cigarettes, candy, mint and wet dog, it was comforting, but now it just hurt, both from the event before the end of term and the undertones of Fresh regrets and vodka sweats.

The sun is down and we're bound to get Exhausted and so far from the shore

Remus had felt so awful the whole break, and but the looks of Sirius, he didn’t have a great time either ‘stop! He’s not a friend, I don't care about him anymore!’ he was pulled from his thoughts when a hand landed on his shoulder 

“MY MAIN MAN MOONY!” A slightly tipsy James, stood next to him, “Hey Prongs” Remus smiled, James started looking between Remus and Sirius, taking a deep breath,

 “Remus, I know you miss him, and I know you hate the fact you do” James said in his ear sobering up a little as the pair of them watched Sirius

He was leaning on the wall, a drink in hand, not talking to anyone, not dancing or laughing like he would normally be during these parties.

“Are you a mind reader James Potter?  I can’t believe you never told me!” He tried to deflect James, Remus really didn’t feel like talking about it right now, but James is stubborn, very stubborn

“Well maybe I am,” he chuckled “But you’re my best mate and I know you, and I know him”

“No, James, as I keep saying, we knew him, he betrayed me and I don’t think I could ever forgive him for that, and I don’t think I could forgive myself for the things I said to him, I know I was emotional but I stooped so low”

 *Flashback*

 Remus had been yelling at Sirius for what felt like hours, pacing around the Shrieking Shack. Sirius was standing as still as a statue, looking down, his arms around his middle like he had just been punched in the guy, Remus couldn’t see the tears on as his face was hidden by a curtain of hair, but being the day after a full moon his senses were still on overdrive.

Remus snapped his head to look at Sirius, he hadn’t moved a muscle since Remus started yelling, hadn’t said a word “Are you even listening to me! Do you even care!” Remus said walking over to him, Sirius didn’t respond, not even a nod.

He was listening to every word, each one felt like the knife had been pulled from Remus’s back and went straight to his heart, each syllable felt like someone twisted it. 

“You’re such a horrible person Black, you’re exactly like your family, don’t ever talk to me again, I hate you!”

Remus turned to leave but heard Sirius mumble to himself, so quietly that if Remus wasn’t a werewolf he wouldn’t have heard it,

“I know...”

All of Remus’s anger and hurt turned to complete rage and hatred, and he did something he thought he never would, that he promised Sirius he would never do. He turned on his heel and went back to the boy who still hadn’t moved, 

Putting his arms out he shoved Sirius’s chest who stumbled back and his eyes widened and he started breathing heavier, then Remus swung at him, punching him square in the nose knocking Sirius to the floor, Remus walked to the door his hand having a splatter of blood on it from Sirius’s nose.

“Your mother is finally going to be proud of you, you’ve really turned into the perfect heir for the noble and most ancient house of Black.”

And with that he left, not looking back, although he almost did when he heard Sirius’s screams and sobs. Nobody saw Sirius anywhere for three days. 

*Flashback over*

“Look, Rem, I know our group will never be the same, with or without Sirius, and we’ve all changed as people but I think” James paused for a second, to make sure he got his words right

“I think that life would be easier for everyone, if we could at least be civil with each other, and I know he’s been dying to apologize, well that’s what he said in his letter before he started sending my replies back unopened”

Remus frowned a bit at that last comment, but he was thinking about everything James said, how it would make life so much easier if he could at least say hello to him in the halls, or bare being in the same room as him. 

“I- I think that even though our friendship will never go back to where it was, I really do miss him.” Remus sighed looking back at Sirius who no longer had a drink but was fidgeting with his jumper sleeves.

“Ya know what? Fuck it I’m gonna say hello and make uncomfortable small talk” Remus grabbed James’s half full cup of some kind of alcohol and downed the whole thing, James had wide eyes and his jaw had dropped but he was still smiling 

“Atta’ boy!” James patted him on the shoulder as they went their separate ways. 

*Sirius’s POV*

 Sirius really didn’t want to be at the party, but it was better than being alone. Sirius couldn't stand being alone, never could, but now alone meant being stuck with his thoughts and that never led to anything good. 

He looked up from his sleeve to see Remus downing James’s drink and walking in his direction. That night in the shack clouding in his mind, and what replayed in his head when Remus hit him.

He closed his eyes tightly and tried to distract his mind by focusing on the music.

“Hey, Padfoot” Remus stood in front of him, there was concern laced in Remus’s voice but Sirius didn’t know if his face mimicked it, he kept his head down. 

“Hello Remus,” He mumbled and said nothing more, thinking Remus was just moving past him “S-sorry am I in your way?” He stuttered and cursed himself for that, Mother always got mad when he stuttered. 

“Oh, uh, no,” Remus scratched the back of his head. “I came over to say hi?” The unsureality in his voice wasn’t very comforting.

“Oh”

Sirius didn’t know what to say, most of the holidays he spent planning a whole speech, with apologies and explanations and more apologies (and if he had a chance, chocolate) but now that whole thing just blanked in his mind. The fact Remus came to him and apparently just to say ‘hi’ through him off

“Sirius, are you ok?” Remus asked ‘Why did he have to be so caring! Merlin I’m such a fuck up, wait he asked something’

“Huh? Oh yeah, I’m good, sorry I’m a bit past tipsy” he flashed him his most believable fake smile, but by the way Remus’s eyebrows raised he didn’t buy it. Remus could always see right through him.

“How was your break, Remus?” He was trying to be more animated, hiding his hurt, even though he knew Remus didn’t believe it for a breath 

“Yeah it was ok, after the full, me, ma and pa went to Wales to see family, was good to see ‘em again, ya know?” He smiled (internally face palming after he finished, knowing no Sirius didn’t know, and hated his family)

“That’s great! I hope the full went ok” at the mention of family he subconsciously shrunk into himself, as soon as he realised he straightened his back again. ‘Mother’s gonna make me balance books again, probably hexing me while she’s at it’

 “Yeah it wasn’t awful, wasn’t great either but ya know, how was your break?”

‘Think Sirius, think! you knew someone was going to ask you, why didn’t you think of something before’

“Yeah It was- it was good, got to annoy Kreature so that was fun” He grinned, yet Remus couldn’t see the spark that was normally there when he talked about annoying people at that house.

“Sirius,” Remus reached his hand out to touch his arm, he may not be friends with Sirius in the way they were, but he still cared about him and hated to think that something happened

But Sirius flinched his arm back, it was a reflex, and Remus looked taken aback, he looked in Remus’s eyes for the first time in months, the concern and worry (and hurt) in his eyes made Sirius look down again,

“Something's not right Sirius, what happened?”

“Nothing happened okay! Just leave it, please” All Sirius was thinking was ‘run, get away, run’

“No, ’m not going to leave it, I know something happened Sirius, I’m not stupid, let me help- ”

“Stop,” he snapped, interrupting him “Stop worrying, stop caring ok? I don’t need help, I’m fine. Just go enjoy the party, I’m going to bed.” 

He turned and ran up the stairs, glad he stood by them, he heard Remus call out to him but he just kept going to the dorm and sat on his bed, his leg started bouncing a million miles an hour, his body was a live wire in a puddle of anxiety, stress and fear.

He closed his eyes and tried to take deep breaths to stop his tears. Mother always told him he wasn’t allowed to cry, he was thankful he could still hear some of the music so it wasn’t completely silent.

 Click The door opens

“Sirius” Remus’s soft voice calls from the door, Sirius desperately wants Remus to hug him and tell him everything is ok, that’s he’s safe, but he’s not, he’s never safe, and there’s no way Remus would hug him

“Sirius” he said again sitting down next to him, not right next to him, which Sirius was thankful for, but he also just wanted someone to be close to him “I get that opening up can be scary, I know it’s especially hard f’you, but maybe if you got it of your chest you might feel better?”

“No, there’s nothing to get off my chest I’m fine,” Sirius knew there was no actual point in lying about that, but he really didn’t want to talk “even if I wasn’t, I wouldn't want to be a burden”

“I get it, Padfoot, trust me I do-” But Sirius cut him off (again) losing his temper

“NO! You’re never gonna get it!” He jumped off the bed and started pacing “you don’t understand I'm a hazard to myself, I'll break it to you easy Remus, this is hell!” then he motioned to his head “this is hell.”

“Pads, please calm down”

“And you know what’s the worst part, I’m a hazard to everyone around me, everyone hates me and I know it, I know people talk about me. Even down at the party, you and James, you're looking and whispering, you think I'm someone else, you know what? Yeah I am! I’m not ‘Padfoot’ I’m not a marauder, I’m a coward who can’t keep his stupid mouth shut, and it gets others hurt, fuck I know I deserve all the shit Mother and Father did in the break, but you didn’t deserve to have me tell Severus!” Sirius finally took a deep breath wiping the stray tears away as fast as he could

“Sirius, I know James doesn’t hate you and I’m sure Peter doesn’t, I don’t hate you, yeah sure I’m a little hurt still, but I don’t and never could hate you. But pads, what did your parents do to you?” 

“What do you mean? Mother and Father didn’t do anything” Sirius’s heart rate picked up again

“You said you ‘deserve all the shit’ your parents did, what did they do?” Remus stood up and walked over to Sirius, very slowly and gently putting his hands on his shoulders, Sirius flinched a little but didn’t move away.

 “This is hell, yes.” Sirius mumbled “Literal hell.” 

Remus pulled him to his chest and hugged him, Sirius didn’t hug back but, again, didn’t pull away he rested his head on Remus’s chest and cried, the kind of crying where it hurts and you want to stop, you but can’t.

“Remus I can't take anymore, it hurts, but they don’t stop, I have to learn, I have to listen. I am in hell.”

The boys move to Remus’s bed, and they lay down together, Sirius curled on Remus’s chest to listen to his heart beat, and he tells him everything. From his parents abuse, the cellar, when James stopped replying (Which Remus explained that James just kept getting his letters back unopened and they realised it was his Walbaura not giving them to him)

And Remus was right, it did feel better to get it off his chest, and to cry, and for someone to be close to him and not be hurting him, Sirius and Remus’s friendship still had healing to do, as did Sirius’s with the other marauders.

Sirius had calmed down, a new song started playing and he grinned a little “Why are you smiling?” Remus said into his hair “This is my favourite song” 

“Well, the party’s going to end in a few hours, why don’t we go down? Just for a bit, you can say hi to James and Pete?”

Sirius stiffened “Remus, I don’t know if I can do the whole faking smiles and confidence, I don’t think I can make small talk, and be at a party, and face people who probably don’t want to talk to me, let alone make friends with me”

Remus smiled comfortingly at him “We don't have to talk, we don't have to dance, we don't have to smile, we don't have to make friends, we can just stand near the stairs and watch them be drunk idiots? We can come back up here if it’s too much”

Sirius thought for a moment “Ok” he got off Remus and headed to the door but he stopped when he was about to open it

“We don’t have to talk, dance, smile or make friends, I promise” Remus put his hand on the others shoulder, Sirius nodded opening the door, Remus right next to them, he was just repeating in his mind

‘We don't have to talk, We don't have to dance, We don't have to dance, We don't have to talk, We don't have to talk, We don't have to dance, We don't have to talk, talk, talk, We don't have to dance, We don't have to talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk’

But Sirius not only talked to James and Peter, but they all danced together like they did when they were all friends. There was still healing to do but by the end of the night they had all made friends again.

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I have no clue what this is ~blue

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Torn: Remus Lupin Story: PS OC: Chapter Two: Bothersome Bella

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Remus Lupin Imagine Turned Story

Re-Written and Edit of an old story of mine I had on Mibba that deserved some more love and attention, lol.

Remus Lupin x Vega Black (OC, OFC, PLUS SIZE OC, PLUS SIZE OFC)

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“If a thing is right it can be done, and if it is wrong it can be done without; and a good man will find a way.” ― Anna Sewell, Black Beauty 

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Chapter Song: “Cowboy Lullaby”: Tim McGraw and Faith Hill

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Vega stood outside of Ravenclaw tower looking at that arrogant eagle door knocker who refused her passage until she correctly guessed the riddle. She'd guessed three times now and each time she was wrong. Now normally, she would've had more patience that than but the last three weeks hadn't been the best for her. Lost and late for her classes because of the moving staircases. Detention for her tardiness. A howler from her Aunt Walburga every single day telling her how upset they were with her sorting.

It didn’t help that she was missing her parents an awful lot. 

It had been years and yet still... she was trying her best to deal with it. 

Relocating was nothing new to her due to change from Tennessee to London...but Hogwarts was different.

At times like this, she just really wished she could still run into her father’s arms. 

Ride behind her mother as they took a moonlight ride on her mother’s mare, Star. 

She missed it. 

She needed it. 

She was dealing with alot.

All the mundane little things of life. 

And many other struggles of the first year. In a few years, this would be comical to her...but not today. So.....she lost her temper. "Piece of shitl!" she screamed hauling back her Charms book and swinging at the entrance. "I hate this! I hate everything! Now let me in so I can go to sleep!" "Vega?" She paused in her assault and looked over her shoulder at none other than Remus Lupin. Of course. Of course it would be him. Why on earth would it be someone else besides her crush? The universe was against her and the little eleven year old girl felt like she was doomed to have Remus think she was mentally unstable. First it was crying over a muggle book and now it was psychotic rage over not being able to get into the common room. "Everything alright?" he asked her cautiously. She sighed, blowing a puff of air out of her reddened cheeks sending a dark curl bouncing in front of her before looking down in shame. "I can't get inside." He almost smiled. She was beating herself up over nothing. Most first years couldn't. Most upper classmen in the other houses would never even have a chance. "Oh, maybe I can help." he offered. "What's the riddle?" "Follower of man, dark as night, a trained choreography, comes after light." spoke the eagle again. Remus tapped his chin. "Alright, follower of man. So it's behind you and dark as night so it's black or at least darker. A trained choreography. Hmmm, we'll come back to that. Comes after light." he rambled. Vega bit her lip, "Ok so something dark that follows you after light....and it's moves. Merlin's beard!" "What?" he asked a little startled by her outburst. She grinned, "It's a shadow!" "Correct. You may now enter." spoke the eagle behind them. She smiled at Remus, "Thank you. I couldn't have done it without you."  He shook his head, "Yes, you could've. You were just frustrated. You're smarter than most adults I know...and you're only eleven."

He bent to pick up her fallen books and peered at the cover, “Black Beauty?” 

”Um, yeah.” she mumbled. “I found it in the common room and I just thought it looked interesting.” 

Remus smiled at her gently, “You like horses don’t you?” 

Vega’s cheeks flushed, “Well, I- I mean my mama - well, I just- just- Yeah.  Yeah I like horses.” 

Remus fought not to smile as she rambled but simply nodded and handed her the book. 

”I like them too.” he said. “They’re gentle giants.” 

”Yeah.” she said hugging the book to her chest. “They’re majestic.” 

”Yeah.” he agreed. “I hope you have a good night, Vega.  Good night.”  "Good night, Remus." she smiled before ducking inside. Remus smiled and shook his head as he carried on his way. He hadn't seen very much of her since the sorting ceremony but she was in a different house and a different year than him. Additionally, she was a first year and apparently a very high strung first year so he didn't hold it against her. He did feel sorry for her. Everyone could hear the howlers her aunt sent her every day. Sure, Sirius had gotten them too and they were much worse for him but.... things seemed to affect Vega a little differently than they did Sirius. Remus went on about his way until he reached the Gryffindor tower and studied in the common room for a little while. Which actually meant he studies while James and Sirius copied his notes. After a while, he went to bed and actually had a fairly restful sleep. You never get him to admit that he had dreamed of Vega. Her curly black hair. Her big grey eyes, silver like the moon. Her full little lips. He'd never admit it but there was a sort of calmness that he got from her. She soothed him. The very thought made him laugh darkly. Of course, soothe the savage beast. At twelve he desperately wanted more friends and was incredibly grateful for the ones he had but...he'd never let himself be anymore social. Because he was afraid of what he was...and what he might do. The full moon was next week and he most certainly was not looking forward to it. The process, the lies, the hiding...any of it. He felt so lousy for lying to his friends like that. He'd done it all of the previous year and he got the feeling that they were onto him...just that maybe they didn't quite know what they thought they knew. The next morning we he awoke, he was alone in the dorm room. It was a bit odd seeing as how it was Saturday. The snores of James and Sirius who always chose to sleep late usually shook the bed. It wasn't all that uncommon for Peter to be up early. He was never one to miss a meal. "Hmm." Remus hummed in curiosity before climbing out and getting dressed. He greeted a few other house meets politely as he made his way out of Gryffindor Tower and down the corridor. His stomach growled and he figured he nip in and see if any breakfast was left in the Great Hall. However, on his way he heard some noise. A bang and then a lot of ruckus. Her recognized the glint of black hair up ahead and could clearly see that Vega lay in a heap on the floor....clearly injured. He ran to her and knelt beside her when he noticed three other girls. He recognized them instantly as the Black sisters. The eldest, Andromeda, had long brown hair and was the most tolerable. She was a Slytherin prefect a few years older than him but she was quite nice and polite. The youngest, Narcissa or Cissy, was a year younger than he, also in Slytherin, and had long white blond hair. He didn't know her very well, only that she was very quite and seemed completely smitten with Lucius Malfoy. The middle child was by far the worst. Bellatrix Black, hooded dark eyes and curly black hair with sharp features. Bella had a mean strike a mile long and she was cruel as they come. She was in his year and it was very clear that she and Sirius hated each other with a passion. And apparently, this included Vega who lay on the ground with cuts all over her and a blossoming bruise on her face. "Bella, enough!" Andromeda threatened. "What?!" Bella sneered. "She deserved it!" "She didn't do anything to you!" Andromeda pressed. "I saw her go for her wand." Bella spat at her elder sister. "If she did it's probably because you drew yours first." Andromeda said sternly towards her sister. "We both know that Vega was minding her own business just reading a book and -”

“A muggle book!” 

“You're being a bully." "And you're a blood traitor." Bella snapped at her sister. "Come on, Cissy." The blond first year followed behind her sister who sneered at Vega, "See you later, cousin." Vega looked down and away from her. When the two of them left, Andromeda knelt down and inspected her young cousin. "I'm sorry, Vega." she said honestly. "You know how Bella is." Vega nodded and winced, "I'm fine. Thank you for your help." She moved to stand only to collapse into Remus' arms. Much to her embarrassment. She turned bright red. Andromeda arched an eyebrow at it but said nothing. She simply picked her cousin up. Since she was a seventh year and Vega just a first year, and a rather small one at that, it was nothing to lift the little girl. "Remus, if you would run along to the Great Hall and tell Professor Slughorn that I need to speak with him in the hospital wing, I'd appreciate it." she told him. He nodded and took off in the direction of the Great Hall. Breakfast long forgotten...as well as the blood on his clothes. He almost hit himself for not realizing because James and Sirius almost attacked him over it. "Whoa, Remus, mate! What happened?" James pressed. "Nothing." he tried to push them off on his way to the Head Table. "Professor Slughorn." he said as he approached. "Andromeda Black has asked me to inform you that she needs to speak with you. She's in the hospital wing." He tried to be quite but Slughorn being Slughorn drew attention to it. "The hospital wing?!" he exclaimed and Remus flushed a little. "Yes, alright, Mr. Lupin. Thank you." And with that he was gone in bustle of robes. When Remus turned he was met with many stares but none so potent as James and Sirius'. He maneuvered around them and headed for the door, his stomach twisted in knots. Two familiar hands came down on his shoulders and turned him around. "What's going on?" Sirius asked him. He looked into his friend's eyes. If anyone deserved to know....Sirius really did. She was his cousin. "It's Vega." he said. The color drained from Sirius' face. "What?" he whispered. "What happened?" Remus glanced around, "Follow me. Not here." James and Sirius exchanged a glance and they followed him outside the Great Hall and down a corridor. Remus sighed, "She’s hurt. Andromeda took her to the hospital wing so I'm sure Madame Pompfrey will fix her up but Bellatrix Black jumped her in the lav." Sirius almost turned purple with anger, "That bitch!" "Is she alright?" James asked. Remus shrugged, "She awake but pretty cut up and she had a bruise on her face when I got there. Narcissa was with Bellatrix but I don't know if she was involved." "I bet she was." Sirius snarled. "She's just like her. She's got her nose shoved so far up Malfoy's arse that she..." "Andromeda broke it up." Remus cut him off. "She took her to the hospital wing and sent me to fetch Slughorn." "I'll kill 'em." Sirius seethed. "Sirius, mate, I know that you're angry but we've gotta be smart here." James reasoned with him. "She's my sister!" he exploded.

“Cousin.” James corrected. 

“Well whatever,” Sirius said before deflating. “Vega never did anything wrong. She's a good girl."

James and Remus could clearly see how he was worried for her. "She's in good hands, mate." James assured him. "Madame Pompfrey is a wicked healer." "And I'm sure Slughorn will do something about Bellatrix and Narcissa." Remus reasoned. "Andromeda seemed determined of that." He had to admit that was quite admirable. Even when she knew there was definite possibility of points being deducted from her own house....still it seemed as if Andromeda's good judgment would way out. "Not good enough." Sirius growled. "Well then." James smiled. "I guess we'll just have to prank them." Sirius grinned slightly in spite of himself, "Well do it for V." "Somehow I don't think she'd approve of you causing mayhem in her name." Remus smirked before adding, "But I'm in."

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Hello my lovelies! Here is another rewrite of a previous work of mine that I had on Mibba! I did a bit of reworking on the character, her name and her backstory because I just felt like she deserved more!  I would love to know what you think of little Vega!

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Pure Blood 27 (Sirius Black x F!Oc)

A/N: Do we have a Written in the stars crossover??? idk

I don't remember if I had already cast an actor for Alphard, but I decided that Bill Hader is the one.

Also: Sorry if someone doesn't get the notification, sometimes tumblr acts in strange ways :c but stay tuned on the weekends, thanks.

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Chapter 26 / Chapter 28

I walk down the hall of my house until I reach the fireplace in the living room, my parents are already waiting for me. My mother adjusts a strand of my loose hair and looks me up and down, then nods in approval.

I sigh and take one last look at my short-sleeved green dress, with a different-hued ribbon under my chest and the rest of it loose almost reaching the floor. My father sees us and takes our hands, we leave to where the big event will be. I feel a knot in my stomach as we apparate just outside the front door, but I compose myself quickly.

"I don't want any stupid games, Persephone," orders Dad in a deep voice, glancing at me. I just nod, while trying to contain the shaking in my hands and legs.

My mother knocks on the door and Abraxas Malfoy opens it. Both men greet each other with a handshake, and then the blond kisses my mother's cheek.

"Persephone, I've heard a lot about you," He says raising an eyebrow.

"Good evening, Mr. Malfoy," I reply politely. He nods.

"Your daughter Juno is here already, I must say, Ares, she reminds me a lot of you."

I shiver at the comment. My older sister did a lot of planning to arrive with the family of one of her friends. I don't know the details, Kles –our house elf– could only tell me the basics. I guess that plan was the best for everyone.

Abraxas lets us in and the next hour is utterly overwhelming, among so many presentations and congratulations on the wedding. There are a lot of people I don't remember and haven't even met before, but they’re basically the same: giggling falsely, earning points for us to invite them to the wedding, compliments, boring jokes, even people my age behaved that way. At some point in the night, I lose my parents and can only turn my head from side to side in search of someone I know.

"You look like a cagged animal..."

I jump in place when I hear his voice, but I thank all the gods that James found me.

"I feel like one," I growl and eye up his outfit. "Who would say you could look good wearing a tux, Potter?"

"Oh, let's not start with the compliments, Singh. I'm sure Sirius won’t take long and we don't want a scene of jealousy so soon."

I roll my eyes, but I can't help smile a little.

“How many times have you avoided puking in the past hour? I almost died of fright a while ago when I spoke with Bellatrix and Narcissa Black," He says, feigning a chill.

I wince, no one has fond memories of Sirius's cousins.

"I have only felt a lot of discomfort with the congratulations and hints about the honeymoon," now I shiver. "I’ve been hanging in there."

"A while ago I saw Jenna talking to the Rosiers," He tells me.

"Oh, that’ll be fun," I frown. "Are you aware of what is happening throughout the whole party?"

He smiles.

"It's not to show off, but when something’s important, I do things right."

"Isn't school important?"

"Trifles," He says, shaking his hand carelessly making me laugh.

We talked about nonsense for a few minutes. The tension that I had with James before is gradually disappearing, which I appreciate, although sometimes he makes fun of me when some lady congratulates me, she asks about Sirius, obviously, I have to answer politely, which is truly funny to him.

"Persephone," says a man and I smile at him.

"Hi, Apollo," His arms briefly surround my body, my older brother is not always very affectionate, but I don’t complain. "How are Jane and Atlas?"

My older brother's baby was born a couple of months ago, I still remember the letter Jane sent me, she was very excited. Unfortunately I haven't been able to meet him, but I can't wait.

"Both are fine. She stayed to take care of him along with her mother so that Jane could also rest, we have not been able to sleep well since he was born,” he laughs.

James clears his throat for attention and I roll my eyes to then introduce him to Apollo.

"Potter, huh? I know your parents."

"It's a pleasure to meet a member of the Singh family who doesn't seem to be crazy," he jokes and I hit his shoulder.

"And Sirius?" Apollo asks me.

"We have no idea, I haven't seen him," I shrug.

"Surely he’s trying not to cry with his parents."

I nod and suddenly, Apollo’s distracted looking at some people in the background. James and I try to see them, but my brother takes my hand.

"Will you excuse us for a minute?" He asks James and he nods. Apollo takes me a bit away from where we were.

"What's going on?"

“I know the situation with our father is delicate, but I need you to stay alert. You and Sirius. Look for him as soon as possible. There are some things planned and they’ll most likely want you as an ally. If someone wants to set him aside for some ‘men's talk’ or ‘business’ make up something so you don’t get too far away or if you can stay with him, stay.” He says nervously.

"Does this have to do with what... happened last summer?"

My brother nods.

"I’d tell you not to do anything to get attention, but that’s impossible for you," he says with a small smile.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"Just be careful, dear girl..." Before I can answer, he walks away.

“Miss, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but haven't you seen my nephew? He’s tall, with long black hair– looks like a girl– he’s clumsy and has a bad character."

I do my best not to laugh loudly when Alphard stands to my side.

“Haven't seen him, but that’s a good description," He laughs.

"My dear Persephone, as always, it's nice to see you,” He hugs me and unlike my brother, his hug is warmer.

“Likewise. I'm sorry I didn't send you many letters while I was at school,” I say with a grimace.

"Don’t worry honey. Sirius has brought me up to speed,” He says winking at me and I can feel my cheeks burning. "Besides coming to greet you, they sent me to let you know that you should be with your family… Almost everyone has arrived and the Malfoys will say some boring words to start with an even more boring dance, but then we'll eat something and–" He looks around to make sure no one hears him. "You don't know this from me, but I think there will be shrimp," He whispers.

I laugh and nod, I say goodbye to him and look for my family, which doesn't take long.

My parents talk to Jenna's family and my siblings are with them. Apollo, Isis with her boring husband, Balder and Juno talking about something serious and they shut up when they see me.

"Oh dear, shouldn't you be with the Blacks?" Isis says with a mocking smile.

“They’re not married yet, Isis. Behave!” My mother scolds her.

“Hi, P,” Jenna greets me and I hug her quickly.

"Do you think it's too late to run away?"

"I already tried," She answers.

After a few minutes of getting everyone settled, I hear my mother greet another family that has just arrived.

"What take you so long?" She asks them. I turn to meet the Black family.

"Some complications, my dear," Walburga answers with a tight smile.

As the adults speak, Sirius walks over to me and I do my best not to ogle when I see him, but he doesn't make it easy for me, especially when the little scratches on his face -almost healed- make him look more attractive.

"Hey," He tells me. "You look beautiful."

How do I breathe?

"Thank you. You look good too,” I say adjusting his black tie in an act of nervousness.

"I promised not to cry when this happened, but I’m crying," says Alphard from behind us.

"Uncle, please," Sirius replies, standing next to me.

"I wish Jane was here," says the man pretending to wipe away a tear.

Behind him, Regulus approaches in a tuxedo of a different color from his brother's.

"Hi Reg," I say smiling, but it doesn't last long when he just greets me with a nod and then joins his parents, I follow him with my eyes.

"What's wrong with the little Black?" asks Alphard.

"We don't know," Sirius replies taking my hand. "Easy, I'll talk to him," he whispers. I nod.

"Are you holding hands?!"

I roll my eyes at the man's comment and he laughs.

"You're just in time, Black," says Jenna putting his hand on Sirius's shoulder. “Between Persephone and Potter they were about to cry when they didn't see you,” She jokes and Sirius raises eyebrow.

"It was just James," I assure him.

After some banter, Abraxas catches everyone's attention and, as Alphard said, his speech is boring, only for him to eventually invite a few couples to dance in the center of the room. My parents go together with Sirius's and Jenna's.

"I don't want to scare you, but you’ll have to go dance when Ares says so," Alphard tells us.

We both nod.

It's not that I’m bad at dancing, my parents forced us to take classes, it's just a waltz, but so much attention makes me nervous. This isn’t like school where I just ignore everyone, here I can feel my father's gaze. After a song, Isis enters with her husband and Balder with a girl that I cannot recognize.

"If I ever have to dance with someone, I'll go to the bathroom," Jenna tells me.

“I don't think you'll save yourself,” Sirius tells her. “I already tried to do that and they’re making sure we don't take too long. You better find James before someone else invites you."

Jenna's eyes widen and she doesn't wait long before running off.

"My dear sister is already scolding me from afar," says Alphard pointing to Walburga, who dances while looking at her brother with cold eyes. Sirius and I laugh when Alphard waves at her. "I'll go get a drink or find a sweet lad- wait," He says, raising his head a little and then laughing in a way that makes some guests uncomfortable. "I can't believe it! Eliot Flint?"

Sirius and I follow his gaze and see a man, roughly Alphard's age, walking towards us with a huge grin.

"If I’d known you’d be here, I wouldn’t have thrown my wife into a tantrum!" says the brown-haired man.

Alphard laughs and they both hug each other.

"I can't believe you're here! Oh!" says Alphard. "Walburga will die if he sees you here!" He claps like a small child.

I laugh at his attitude and that's when both adults realize of our presence.

"Eliot, let me introduce you to my nephew Sirius and..." He sees us with a mischievous smile "His girlfriend, Persephone."

I bite the inside of my cheek to avoid saying anything at his comment and shake the hand Eliot offers me.

"I don't want to be one of those corny gentlemen, but I have to be, Sirius. I haven't seen you since you were a baby, I'm glad you grew up into a healthy young man."

Sirius laughs, while Alphard nudges his friend.

“You’ve always been a lord, Eliot. Since we went to school,” He puts an arm around his shoulders and draws him closer affectionately. "This man and I had lots of adventures at Hogwarts, but what we enjoyed the most were his loony inventions, he always had the need to do something crazy with what we could find!"

Eliot gets a bit red and laughs. It's really fun to see Sirius' uncle so relaxed next to another adult other than my sister-in-law. And seeing them together, I can get an idea of why they have such a great friendship. Eliot wears a light brown suit, but it is not perfectly ironed or groomed like other men at the party and his brown beard gives him a more carefree look, which matches perfectly with Alphard's blue suit, that looks like he simply could not bother himself to make it look neater. His shoes aren’t even matching the rest correctly.

"I can imagine you spent many days in detention," Sirius says with a raised eyebrow.

"Stop there," says Alphard "Maybe some inventions or plans worked, but we didn’t have the record that you have, young man!”

"So you got yourself a troublesome boy?" Eliot asks me and I feel my cheeks burn.

"Something like that," I say. Beside me I feel Sirius's body tense a bit, but I don't dare look at him.

Alphard is distracted looking towards the hall. “Sorry guys, but your time to shine has come. It's your turn.”

We both look towards the living room, I take Sirius's hand slowly and sigh hoping nothing bad happens.

"Good luck, it was a pleasure seeing you," Eliot tells us with a smile that we reciprocate. "I'll see you soon, Black. Adeline must be expecting a dance too.” They both say goodbye and get lost in the crowd.

I feel a knot in my stomach, I take Sirius's hand more securely and he guides me towards the dance floor. We stop in a part a bit away from our parents, Sirius puts one hand on my waist and the other on my hand, while I put my free hand on his shoulder. We both follow the rhythm of the music without rushing.

"Everything is going well and that's not good," I whisper worriedly.

"I wouldn't say that," He says and I look at him confused. "Maybe I had a little fight with my mother before I came."

"That's why you were late," He nods.

"I managed to hear that she was talking to my father about a movement and that they must be alert for me to be someone's right hand."

My body tenses at the memory of Apollo's words. I tell Sirius about the warning.

"This is getting weirder," He says and then smiles. "But don't worry..." He whispers and with his hand on my waist he makes me get closer. "I'll keep you close."

"Who would say that last year you couldn't even stand next to me in the same room?" I say moving away a little.

Since the kiss, my relationship with Sirius has been very strange. We have not had time to speak about it, the exams were before winter break, so I spent it reviewing with Lily and Jenna and when we shared class, we couldn’t speak, we didn’t go beyond sharing looks and smiles.

"Sirius, we need to talk."

"That only means danger,” He says with a grimace.

The song ends and we try to go back to our place when my mother stops us.

“No, you must continue. The engaged couples are the ones that have to shine the most."

"Mom," I complain, but with her eyes she told us everything and we returned to our position to continue the next song.

"At least we can talk," says Sirius and now he looks nervous. "Do you want to talk about the kiss?”

“Not that especially, but yes. What do you want from me, Sirius? Please be honest, no more games."

He thinks for a few seconds.

"I want to be by your side. I know that with everything we’ve been through, it’s unfair that you give me a chance, but I have broken my head thinking about what’s happening now, what we’ve talked about. My friends are sick of me talking about you and what I should do, even I am– but I always get to the same end and you are always there."

My heart races.

"And what about that list of girls waiting for you?"

I won’t deny that it makes me nervous, Sirius's reputation is not a secret to anyone and although I haven’t seen him with any other girl since everything got strange with the wedding announcement, I cannot put that topic aside.

"They will go on," I raise my eyebrows and he quickly denies. "No, no, wait, don't look at me like that, I mean– I guess they'll still be there, but I'm not interested anymore, it was fun, but not anymore... I know, everything is your fault, my brain’s confused because of you,” He complains like a small child making me laugh.

"So it's easy to play with your mind?"

He complains.

"You're lucky I like you," he says without thinking. And it’s obvious that our feelings changed and that the kiss made it clear that we liked each other, but the fact that he said it makes me emotional. “...And what about you? What do you want from me, Persephone? "

"I want you Sirius," He smirks at my words. "It’ll be a disaster, but at least I'm sure of how I feel about you, and now everything’s different, now I can't let you go so easily..."

"Oh, trust me," He says, stopping and putting a hand on my cheek. "That won't be a problem," he leans a little. "You’ll have me for a long time, Percy," He says and then kisses my lips gently.

My hand goes up to his hair, when we part I can't help but smile and he does too. I haven't felt this way in a long time. The applause when the song ends pulls us out of our little bubble and we walk away from the crowd holding hands.

"Padfoot!" James practically throws himself at Sirius in a big hug. "I thought you were dead, but I saw you at one of the most cheesy dances I’ve ever seen in my life, I almost threw up."

"It's always good to see you, Prongs," says Sirius laughing.

"Ugh, no. You're smiling like an idiot in love,” complains the boy in glasses.

"Oh come on," says Jenna next to him. "If Lily were here, you’d be worse."

James sighs dreamily. "I already miss her"

"Stop judging me then," says Sirius hitting his head.

Dinner time arrives soon after. James and Jenna leave with their families and Sirius walks me to mine.

“Listen, I don't know if my mother saw us, but I think it’d be fun to continue the hateful performance between the two of us. I don't want to see her face of satisfaction,” He tells me a few meters from the table that, apparently, we shared.

"Good idea," I smile.

Dinner went by pretty fast, some sneering from Sirius and his mom replying back made me shiver at seeing so many similarities. I tried to talk to Regulus, but he was merely being polite. Isis would not stop criticizing the dresses of those present with Juno, Balder would occasionally look at the girl he danced with and Apolo was talking to my parents. The only pleasant thing was my conversation with Alphard, who keeps mentioning his reunion with his childhood friend.

"And tell me, dear Sirius," says Isis. "Have you already talked about how many children you want to have?"

I feel my face burn and Sirius is not far behind as he uncomfortably fixes his tie.

"Isis, please," I say through my teeth and she laughs.

“Look at you, little sister. So very ashamed,” joins Balder.

"It's nothing to write home about, Persephone. A question that many people will ask you," My sister says, drinking from her glass.

"Let's not overwhelm the kids," says Alphard trying to defuse the situation.

"The engaged kids, Alphie," continues Isis. "I'll give you some advice, as soon as you get pregnant, everyone will leave you alone," She says pointing to her husband who looks at her with annoyance.

"Wait," I look at her. "Are you pregnant?"

"What?" Balder blurts out.

"Surprise," She answers with a tight smile.

"We said this was not the time, honey," her husband tells her tensely.

"Oh shut up, you’re not the one who’ll carry this for nine months."

That baby won’t have an easy life. Not even born and I’m already worried.

"Isis," my father's deep voice stops the talk. My sister rolls her eyes and stays quiet.

"Gentlemen," says Abraxas arriving at our table. "Do you think we have a moment to talk business?"

Ares, Orion, Apollo, Isis's husband, Alphard, and Balder rise up. I turn to see Sirius. His father practically dragged him by grabbing him by his coat, giving him no chance to do anything about it. This isn’t right and I know that if I say something or even try to get up, everyone will get suspicious or my parents will make a fuss.

I only stay with women, who talk about… things– my mind can only think that at least Apollo and Alphard are with Sirius, but obviously it doesn't reassure me at all.

"I have to go to the bathroom," I say and as soon as I see that my mother and sisters are immersed in some gossip. Without waiting for an answer, I walk out the room, but before I can get to the bathroom, I hear an argument between two boys.

“Was your father even required at the meeting? That just adds another embarrassment to your family, Potter."

I follow the sound to one of the corridors of the Malfoy mansion.

"...besides you..." adds the blond boy.

"And what about you, Lucius? Didn't Daddy let you in with the adults?" James snaps

"I have an important mission to attend," He says, raising an eyebrow. "Actually, I have to talk to other people, you’re just a waste of time."

James laughs, fixing his glasses.

“You obviously wanted to show off your not-so-secret mission, Malfoy. I just wanted to go to the bathroom, but your arrogant presence interrupted my basic needs."

Lucius rolls his eyes.

“You're just a little kid, I knew inviting the Potters was a bad idea, but my father knows they can serve as jesters. After all, your father’s only the laughing stock of other families."

That makes James upset, I see him make his hand into a fist, but he tries to control himself.

"Didn't you have a mission to do?" He says through his teeth.

"Oh, does that make you uncomfortable, Potter? You know it's the truth, but I must say that I think that not only your family can put on a show. I look forward to the youngest Singh and your little Black friend doing something. They’re scandals experts, I want to see their faces when they find out that Avery will officiate their wedding."

Wait. What!?

"What did you just said?" James asks and Lucius smiles victoriously.

"I already said too much," He says, but James pushes him against the wall.

"No, pretty boy. Now you’ll tell me exactly what you know..."

Lucius's face turns even paler than usual at James' closeness. All his confidence is gone. Maybe I should stop the boy, but I also want to know what Lucius will say and if I get close I might screw it up.

"L-let go of me, Potter," stutters the blond.

"Start singing, Malfoy."

"I-I just– Everything is settled, my duty was to give him a small gift, my engagement to Narcissa also depends on him," He says quickly and then closes his eyes waiting for a blow that never comes.

Holy shit.

James analyzes the words and walks away from the blonde, who looks at him confused, but quickly adjusts his clothes and returns to his false attitude.

“Be careful what you do, Potter. You’re in my house and I can kick you out if I want to."

"Go away."

I hide between a nearby pillar and after a few minutes I see Lucius Malfoy walk away. When I no longer see him I walk up to James's side, he gives a start when he sees me, but then sighs.

"Did you hear that?" I nod. "I’ve heard that Avery’s not the most pleasant person in the world."

"He’s practiced black magic and killed many wizards when they get in his way," I tell him shakily. "How the hell are we going to stop the wedding if we have a person like him around?"

"I have no idea."

***

The night continued and after a couple more songs from the band, Sirius came back to our table, but this time he sat next to me.

"What happened?" I say nervously

"I'm confused– I thought they would talk about... important things, I don't know, but they only asked me questions about the wedding, where we would live, if I would continue at my father's job, silly things really, but..." He looks up and around a bit. “I saw your father speak with Apollo and other men that I couldn’t recognize, he seemed serious, more than normal, and your brother was seeing me from time to time, very tense. Do you think we should investigate more?"

I shake my head.

"Not tonight, it’s risky. Everyone’s in the same place and I'm sure they took measures so that no one else knows what they are planning."

Sirius purses his lips.

"So, I’ll tell James that there’s no need for him to do any distractions," He looks embarrassed, but he also has a smile. I roll my eyes.

“What were you going to do? No wait, I don't want to know. I can't believe you're so impulsive.”

"Does the excuse that we are Gryffindor work?" That makes me laugh a little.

"Maybe," I look him straight in the eye. "You're lucky to have someone from Slytherin," I say raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, we'll talk about it later," he complains, but then he smiles and takes my hand. "Now tell me, what happened here while I was gone?"

My smile vanishes immediately.

"We have problems."

"What?"

"Do you by any means, recognize Avery's name?" His face turns pale.

"Shit."

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FINE

So with the el*ct*on happening today and the impending doom I feel, I’ve been listening to fine by Mike Shinoda (highly recommend the song and the artist, he’s my fave) on repeat and most of the words are the same verse to verse and chorus to chorus so I wrote this quick little fic to deter my attention and channel my energy into something that wasn’t news media. It’s kind of angsty but it’s a bit hopeful at the end. and everything will be fine for Harry Sirius and Remus. At least in my book it will be canon can suck it. 

There’s some mentions of dying but nothing explicit, everyone lives bc no one dies in my book. There’s also some questioning of reality so you have been warned!

Not edited or proofread!!! Please enjoy!! 

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Tell all the children to lock those doors

I've seen the smoke in the sky before

Gotta be up on my feet when the morning comes

‘Cause this fight we can't ignore

“No, they’re too young to be inducted into the Order, they’re not of age!” Molly Weasley shrieked. “They’re children, this doesn’t concern them!”

“I very much have to disagree with you there, Molly,” Sirius bit out harshly and the woman had the grace to look affronted. Anyone who said that the warning signs of war weren’t there was stupid beyond comprehension. But anyone who said that it didn’t concern the kids was even stupider, especially when it came to Harry Potter.

“Well, they still don’t have to be present for meetings! They have school to worry about!” she retorted and Sirius rolled his eyes, his expression grim and annoyed. 

“I remember being in school and worrying that my best friends would be murdered over the summer. I remember being in school and hearing the cries of war and reading about the tragedies in the Prophet so pardon me if I think it’s a load of bollocks to think they aren’t thinking about what’s happening out there. Especially not the kids living here right now,” Sirius shot back, just barely holding in his snarl. 

The kitchen fell silent at that. The meeting for the Order had ended some time before leaving Sirius, Remus, Molly and Arthur Weasley, and Tonks for the night. It was a tense meeting to begin with seeing as Snape had shown up for his biweekly report. It was always tense when he came, knowing he was working for the other side and the unending feud between him and Sirius was enough to keep everyone on edge. 

“Well, I think I’ll turn in for the night,” Tonks’s voice sliced through silence and Sirius’s expression turned from glaring to slightly less glaring. “Gotta be up early for work and then I have some Order work in the evening so I want to be well-rested, you know?” she continued, sensing the easing tension. 

“I think I’ll turn in too,” Sirius grumbled, abruptly standing and pushing past Remus and Molly on his way out. Remus only watched him go, sighing as he heard the pounding of steps and the beginnings of Walburga Black’s screams before her son silenced them with ease. 

I feel a chill building up inside

Seeing the sweat filling up my eyes

Tell every friend, enemy in flesh and blood

To send out the battle cry

Sirius woke up the next morning colder than usual which was saying something considering it still felt like he’d never be warm again after escaping Azkaban. He groaned and reached his arm out, expecting to feel the warmth of Remus Lupin but finding the bed to be as cold and empty as he felt. 

Panic coursed through him. Where the fuck was Remus? Sirius didn’t remember him coming to bed the night before but he thought that perhaps he was just cleaning up Sirius’s mess (What else is new? he thought bitterly.) and had come up after he’d fallen asleep. But he wasn’t there. And Sirius was cold, no, he was freezing. His throat felt tight and his bed felt too hard. He couldn’t hear Buckbeak’s squawks or chirps and Remus wasn’t there. 

He tore off the blanket that was doing nothing and sprinted from the room, as far away as he could and down the stairs. He was expecting his mother to come out of the woodwork and smack him across the head for running in the house. He thought Regulus would be just around the corner waiting to spit at his feet and call him a blood traitor. He thought his father would be standing at the bottom of the steps, wand in hand and ready to cast the Cruciatius. 

But none of them came and Sirius was still running through the house and down the stairs. He no longer felt cold because he was sweating and he couldn’t catch his breath. 

He was running from Death Eaters and from Inferi. He was running for his life and he didn’t have his wand to defend himself. All he could think was Remus, James, Lily, Harry over and over again. He could’ve sworn he heard someone screaming his name and he knew he’d been found so it was only a matter of time before he was cornered and captured or killed. He had to run. 

“SIRIUS!” 

Remus’s voice broke through the haze and he skidded to a stop, the cold of the marble seeping back into his marbled feet. He was hot and cold all at the same time and he felt like he was in fifty different places at once all because Remus wasn’t there. But now he’s here and he’s holding onto Sirius and squeezing him tight and putting pressure on his over-sensitized body. 

“We have to-! We have- We have to go Moony! James and Lily!” he shouted, starting to struggle against Remus. 

“Sirius, stop moving! It’s 1995 and James and Lily are dead! We have to be worried about Harry! Sirius, Padfoot, my love, calm down please!” Remus’s voice pleaded, and what he was saying made perfect sense. He remembers breaking out of Azkaban and he remembers living in Grimmauld Place after giving it to Dumbledore to use for headquarters. Sirius stopped squirming and the pressure of Remus’s hold on him started to unravel the tension and the nerves he’d woken up with. 

Twenty minutes later and Remus had yet to let go but Sirius had turned and folded his arm around his Moony and gripped tightly as he sobbed. Remus didn’t have the heart to tell him it hadn’t even crossed midnight yet and he’d only just gone to bed a mere two hours ago. But Sirius was sobbing and mumbling about Harry and how they had to be ready and he how he felt useless and insane. Remus held him tighter. 

Fingers stretching out from nowhere

Reaching for my throat

They're hungry for my skin

Teeth wide smiling that they found me

Circling around me

Slowly closing in while you sing

Harry woke up frantically. He was gasping for breath because it felt like someone was squeezing his throat and there was cotton in his mouth. His skin was burning and he felt like there was someone in his room that wasn’t Ron. He knows he’s awake. He knows that’s not possible but he remembered the eerie portrait that stood tall in the room and he remembered hearing it snicker. Irrationally, he thought, Voldemort and his followers had found him finally. 

If he moved, they would see him. If he stayed still, he had no way of defending himself or getting away. And there was Ron still. He closed his eyes shut tight and tried to think through the situation rationally, the voice in the back of his head begging him to understand that no one besides Ron and him were in the room. No one else. 

He heard the high-pitched laughter that made his skin crawl and those grotesque white hands holding the yew wand, reaching out to touch him. He felt the touch everywhere, on his scar, on his throat, and the gash on his hand. Everything was burning. The jeers of the Death Eaters filled his ears and he sees their masks as they stood around him in a circle in the graveyard. They were all around him, waiting for him to move, waiting for their Master to do something to kill him.

Harry bolted from his bed.

The jeers sounded like they were following him and the laughter was too close to him for it to be comfortable. He left his wand by his bed and out of sight because he didn’t even want to look at it anymore with the looming hearing. But it wouldn’t matter anymore if he was dead. 

The jeers turned into shrieks that echoed throughout the house but he didn’t care as long as they were following him and everyone else was safe. He just wanted to be safe too. 

“It’s not real. It’s not real. It’s not real,” the rational part of his brain chanted and Harry didn’t even realize till that moment that he was crying. He slowed down a bit and threw caution to the wind to glance over his shoulder and see who was following him. 

No one was there.

His hearing stopped ringing and became sharper and he realized that the shrieks were actually Sirius’s mother and everything he thought he was feeling and seeing was not real. It was all because of that dream but it was the same dream he had almost every night in some variation. He never freaked out like that before. 

“Harry?” 

He looked towards the voice who called his name, his nerves flaring and he prepared himself to run again because he just couldn’t be sure at this point anymore. But it was just Professor Lupin. 

“I’m sorry!” he gasped and the werewolf gave him a concerned looked as he wordless flicked his wand towards the portrait and the shrieks were silenced. 

“Sorry about what?” Lupin asked kindly and Harry gulped. He was drenched in sweat. 

“Waking you,” he said before his brain even processed it. He was sorry for that sure, but he was also sorry about the portrait and about letting his old professor see him like this. 

Lupin waved him off. 

“I wasn’t sleeping,” he said before turning on his heel and gesturing for Harry to follow him. “Come with him,” he instructed and Harry obliged, wishing desperately to leave the laughter and white hands behind him. 

Everything is gonna be fine, fine

Everything is gonna be fine, fine, fine

Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine

Everything will be just fine

Everything will be just fine

Everything will be just fine

Everything will be just fine

Sirius was not eager to let Remus out of his sight but the pounding of feet and the reckless encouragement of his mother’s rage had him concerned as well. The cup of tea steaming in his hands kept him from feeling too cold and his bare feet resting on the old carpet kept from becoming too cold. Remus returned after only a minute or two. 

Harry was behind him. 

Remus steered the boy to sit next to his godfather and Sirius suddenly started to feel uncomfortable. He was supposed to be stronger than this and not let Harry know that he was weak and broken. It wasn’t supposed to be this way but yet Harry felt no qualms about it apparently as he insistently shifted closer to the Animagus. They weren’t exactly touching and Sirius could feel the kid’s apprehension about touching him so Sirius initiated it, hoping he wasn’t overstepping. 

He shifted his cup to one hand and threw an arm across Harry’s shoulders while pulling him closer to his side. He felt the tension start to ease out the boy’s body. Sirius felt a bit more relaxed as well. 

“Everything’s going to be fine,” he murmured, pressing his face gently into the chaos that was Harry’s hair and tried not to think of James and what he’s lost. 

Harry shuddered slightly but reveled in the comforting touch of his godfather and focused on the feeling. He left behind the remnants of his dream and leaned further into Sirius’s side, repeating quietly, “Everything’s going to be fine.”

Remus sat on the other side of Sirius placed a firm hand on his shoulder, leaning in to kiss his lover’s cheek softly. 

“Everything will be just fine,” he echoed. 

Neither of them felt any sort of sleepiness but everything was fine then and everything was going to be fine. 

Fine. 

[ashes-and-ashes]

Hey! So, I wanted to post something, but couldn’t be bothered to write anything lol. I decided to post the last chapter from That Fateful Night here, and I hope you guys like it! This was really fun to write, as this was my first time using Regulus and James as POV characters. Enjoy!l

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He sits at the piano, his fingers bleeding and bruised. His hands dance over the keys, a low, lilting melody, the same tune that he had been playing for hours.

He wrote this song, back when he was 13, him and Sirius. He would play the lower part, and Sirius the higher, four hands on one keyboard, the same, haunting notes filling the hall where the grand piano was. They spent hours on this, the harmony and the tempo, hours perfecting it until both were satisfied.

The notes are burned into his memory now, seared into his consciousness, and Regulus lets his fingers press the keys as his mind wanders.

The storm roars above him, rain pounding on the glass, and he wonders if Sirius made it out alive.

He shakes his head quickly, banishing the thoughts. He knew his father could peer into his mind, knew he could rifle through thoughts like stepping from one room to the next. He couldn’t risk it, his parents knowing that Sirius had fled.

He’s known it since they were young, since they were old enough to walk and talk and fight. Sirius was the flames, burning up, with too much light, too much feelings, consuming himself and all others until only bitter charcoal and dusty ashes remained. Heedless, reckless, brave and headstrong and stubborn and so, so courageous. Charging headfirst into danger, without a second though to his own safety, because that’s what he always did.

Regulus was like cool water, hidden underneath the earth, dealing in whispered secrets and subtle half-truths. He was the first to realize that lies were just as important as truths, that sometimes a soft breath in an ear could achieve what a spell could not. He traded in manipulations and rumors, bargains and deals, and always managed to stay alive. Because what use was bravery, if you were too injured to fight? How could you save someone if you lay in a shallow grave in the frozen ground?

He never got to choose his own role, was forced into it by Sirius’ recklessness. The dark shadow to his brother’s light, the perfect son to Sirius’ rebellion. It was easier this way, having one son who could be tamed and another that could not. Easier for him to protect his brother, keep him from dying or getting himself injured. Regulus always walked that fine line, between protecting his brother and hurting him.

There’s lightning somewhere outside, illuminating the dark room as Regulus’ fingers slip on a key. He frowns, takes a deep breath, the burns on his side aching. They were thick, shiny skin and blistered, his entire left side one huge line of flame. He had tried to heal it, had tried Episkey and Sana and Emantur, tried desperately to mend the scar before it had set. It was useless, though - Sirius was always the brilliant one.

He remembers walking in to Sirius in his room, his shirt off and lying on the ground. He hadn’t realized how much his brother had covered for him, not until he saw the scars, the thick lines that covered his back, curled around his ribs, shakes up over his shoulders and neck. Even, precise, hundreds of tiny white pinpricks on his arm from Crucio, angry red lines from when Walburga had taken her anger out on him.

Sirius had jumped, one hand pointing his wand at him. What the hell do you want?

Regulus had turned, walked out of the room, but not before he recognized what Sirius was trying to do. Abscondam - Hide, one of the hardest spells to use. He had wondered if Sirius had sat like this every morning, covering up his scars with layers of spells.

Regulus lets out a shaking breath, his fingers brushing his side. It aches, from where Sirius had thrown him to the ground, the wound on his middle burning. Sirius had tried, tried to shield him with his own body, and his mother had struck him, right through the flesh.

He lets his eyes drift shut, biting at his lip. Sirius had taught him that trick, the trick of biting down until blood filled your mouth, a silent effort to not scream. He had seen his brother do it many times before, whenever Walburga tortured him or Orion screamed at him or when he was forced to say some cutting remark.

He exhales. He was a planner. It was in his nature, planning out scenes and scenarios, trying to anticipate some far-away future.

He knew, ever since he was 7, ever since he had watched Sirius scream his mother down after she hit him, that Sirius could not be controlled. That no matter how many times she’s beat him, no matter how many times she’s tortured him, no matter how many Crucio’s and Lacero’s and Secares she used, they could never break him enough that he would stop fighting. He was a warrior, and they would never be able to tame him.

But he knew his brother, knew him even when Regulus was 7. There was only one thing tethering him, keeping him in this hellhole, and that was Regulus.

He was 11 when he realized that Sirius would never leave, not while Regulus was still breathing underneath Walburga’s roof. He was at the table, that first night she had used Crucio on him, and he knew. Knew, as Sirius’s screams filled the kitchen that he was bound here, with invisible strands because he could not abandon his brother.

Regulus was a planner. Always had been. So, he started his first plan.

years. 4 years of doing everything he could to make Sirius hate him. 4 years of taunting, of insults, of revealing Sirius’ secrets even though it ripped him apart inside because he needed to cut that bond. He needed Sirius to hate him, enough that he would be compelled to leave. And if destroying the love between them was the price, then Regulus was prepared to pay it.

Bargains. That’s what Regulus specialized in, sacrifices and trades. He had been playing this game for 8 years now, counting his cards and waiting, and now Sirius was gone.

He knew that Sirius would try and come back. He also knew that Remus and James wouldn’t let him.

Regulus lets his hands still on the keys, his finger throbbing, the skin raw. It hurt, having to manipulate his brother like this, made him want to scream and cry and throw something. He knew the sacrifice he made, the choice in allowing Sirius to leave, had known it since he was 11.

He would stay, revive the Dark Mark, be forever condemned to a lifetime of death and destruction and despair. He would inherit the Black Fortune, would be forced to produce an heir and the best that he could wish for was that someone would kill him early enough that he couldn’t do any harm.

It was another component to his plan. If Sirius hated him, he wouldn’t be shattered when Regulus died.

Sacrifice. He would do it, gladly, would given up all his hopes and dreams, his ideas for a better world, because one of them had to survive this. One of them had to make it through, had to win and live and be happy. Sirius had James and Peter, Lilly and Marlene, Dorcas and Gideon and Fabian. Sirius had Remus.

Regulus was alone.

It was fine. He had chosen his path. Sirius was gone now, and fate could not be altered. Sirius would love, grow old, live out his days with Remus.

He knew his brother loved the werewolf. God, he knew.

And it was better, to give him the chance to be free, then to trap him in a life he never wanted. Because Regulus could bear it, bear the weight of the expectations, but Sirius would die.

It was funny. No matter how much they hated each other, no matter all the mistakes and betrayals and mocking jeers, they were still brothers. They would still protect each other, even if it killed them.

So Regulus cracks his knuckles, places them back on the keys. He’s made his choice, had made it long ago, given his older brother the one gift he would never have.

But he would always leave that top part of the piano empty, always left it for the ghost of the family they could have been.

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Star Crossed - Chapter 10

Word Count: 2500

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Marlene had never really understood it when people talked about how everything changed when you fell in love. Songs in which the artists expressed their feelings and sang that they would now feel like a different person. Books in which the lives of the protagonists took a 180° turn as soon as they found someone for whom they were meant to be. Films that gave the impression that the couple would live happily ever after. All this seemed incredibly unrealistic to her. The idea that a single person could change her life in this way seemed too close to impossible. Of course, she had been in love before and had felt that something in her life was changing, but nothing ever came close to this in media presented idea. At least not until that New Year's Eve.

She couldn't say what it was, but something felt different. It wasn't her whole life that had changed, it were small situations she perceived differently. If she was stressed or annoyed by something, she wouldn't talk to him about it, just because she thought it would help her to speak, but because she knew that his presence alone offered her comfort. When something exciting happened or she received good news, she could hardly wait to tell him and share her joy. And when she thought about her future, then she found herself more and more often imagining spending it with him.

So it wasn't surprising that they moved in together immediately after graduating, albeit with a few small obstacles. Her friendship with Sirius had been a thorn in the side of her parents ever since he was disinherited, but at the latest when they learned of their daughter's new relationship with him, they tried with all their might to keep them away from each other. The fact that Walburga regularly complained to Marlene's mother that Marlene was the reason for Sirius' bad behaviour did not necessarily make the whole thing any better. But that didn't stop Marlene from moving to Sirius, only strengthened her in her decision.

Although she had finally managed to escape her slowly decaying family, her life was not always peaceful. Of course, living with Sirius made her overjoyed and yet a great shadow hovered over the young couple and it was called war. Dumbledore had asked them and some of their friends during their last school year if they would join the Order of the Phoenix. Almost everyone had agreed and so it happened that the two of them were now called back to the harsh reality again and again and regularly risked their lives in the process.

As many times before, Moody had called all members together to bring everyone up to date and as always, he ended the meeting with a warning to everyone that they had to be on their guard at all times. A few members left headquarters immediately after he finished his speech. Marlene and Sirius were among those who stayed for a while to talk to their other friends. While Marlene was talking excitedly with Dorcas, Emmeline and Alice - and, of course, little Neville on her lap - Sirius was standing rather apart from the group. The Potters had been in hiding for a long time and Remus also appeared less and less recently at the meetings of the Order, without telling anyone where he was. The absence of his friends obviously saddened Sirius very much, yet, or perhaps because of it, he was particularly glad that he still had Peter, who was now the only one standing beside him. The two young wizards were still talking as Marlene approached them.  

"Sirius, I promised Mary I'd meet her right away. Do you want to come with me or do we just meet again at home later?”

"I think I'd rather leave you two girls alone. I love you."

"I love you," they kissed before she left the quarters and apparated to Mary's apartment. As soon as she had opened the door, the two friends were already in each other's arms. After Marlene had entered, the two went into the living room and took a seat on the sofa.

"Tell me, how are you? I hope you're not in too much danger," Mary looked at her friend worriedly. She had been one of the few who had refused to join the Order at that time. The fact that her friends put themselves in danger almost every day still scared the hell out of her.

"I'm fine and the others are too. Lily and James are safe and the rest of us are looking out for each other."

"Have you visited them yet? It must be hard to have to hide for so long."

"No, unfortunately not. Dumbledore wants to keep the list of people who know who the secret keeper is as small as possible, even if it's actually a rather open secret", Marlene took a short break. She didn't like the idea that Sirius would take over this important task. Not because she didn't trust him, but because she was afraid that Voldemort would send people to get the information from him. Mary had apparently noticed that her friend would rather avoid the subject, so she tried to change it quickly after a few moments of awkward silence.

"Yesterday I did an interview for the daily prophet with one of the doctors at St. Mungos. Apparently they're working on an improved method to cure dragon pox," it wasn't perhaps the most exciting topic, but Marlene was incredibly happy about the distraction and the two were then involved in a conversation about it that was actually more interesting than Marlene thought at first. But during their conversation, Marlene felt more and more uncomfortable, until she finally apologized and immediately ran towards the bathroom to vomit. When she came back, Mary looked at her anxiously again.

"Is everything all right? Are you sick? Did you eat something wrong?"

"No, this happened quiet a couple of times the last few days, but otherwise I'm fine, it's probably nothing bad, don't worry," most of the others would probably have believed her, but Mary had lived with her for seven years and was able to determine pretty well whether she was telling the truth or not and now definitely the second was the case. At first she didn't know why her friend didn't say anything, but then a thought came to her.

"Maybe you should do a test. You know…a pregnancy test," she let her suggestion sink in for a few seconds, wanted to see how Marlene reacted. Maybe Mary was completely wrong with her guess, maybe it was nothing and Marlene would immediately explain how absolutely ridiculous this idea was, but the moment Marlene looked at her, Mary already knew the answer, "You already did the test.”

She briefly considered what to say next, how best to help her friend, but Marlene began to speak to her: "I did it three days ago. Sirius doesn't know yet, I didn't know how to tell him. But can we please not talk about it, I'm still trying to repress the whole thing," Mary thought Marlene should definitely talk about it and yet she accepted her friend's wish. The two soon started talking about other things again and yet the mood seemed to have changed. Even as Marlene left, Mary felt that they should have talked more about the subject.

After saying goodbye to Mary, she wandered around for a while to clear her head. The last three days had not been easy. Sirius had been on a mission for the Order at the time she decided to take the test. She had previously suspected, or much more feared, that she had caught more than just a flu, but only when she was sure that he would not burst in unexpectedly had she dared to check her suspicion.

It had been the longest five minutes of her life. Spellbound she had stared at the small stick in front of her. Again and again she repeated in her head her wish not to be pregnant, almost as if she were praying for it, but to whom? To the universe? To a God? To another supernatural power? She did not know. And apparently it had not worked either. The red plus on the test seemed to shout at her and brought her back from her thoughts into the hard reality.

She couldn't remember how long she just sat there and cried. Time seemed completely insignificant to her at that moment. Her thoughts were spinning in circles like a carousel and images of the worst possible scenarios were playing out in front of her eyes, so colorful and lively and yet so dark and frightening at the same time. She thought of Sirius and how he would react, of thousands of possibilities as she told him and as many possibilities as he left her for that reason. She thought of Lily and her fears when she learned that she was pregnant. At that time Marlene had been the one who had tried to take those same fears away from her who had tried to convince her that everything would be fine, but now? It seemed so silly to her what she had tried to persuade Lily back then. She thought of the war, the misery, the torture and the death, which she experienced almost daily in one form or another and which laid over her life like a single big shadow, determined to devour every tiny spark of hope and destroy it to the last.

Back home she stopped for a moment in front of the door. She still didn't know how to tell Sirius, so she just decided to put it off for a while. Although she knew there was no point in prolonging it, she couldn't help it. So she gathered briefly before finally opening the door to the shared apartment. The first thing she noticed was the chorus of one of her favourite songs, which seemed to come from the kitchen. The second was the smell of something burnt. Suspecting nothing good, she made her way towards the kitchen and was not surprised to see Sirius dumping something in the trash that could hardly be identified because of its black colour. As he did, he cursed, but stopped as soon as he saw Marlene.

"I was actually hoping I could surprise you with that, but I think I did something wrong," a little smile spread across his face as he walked up to her and kissed her, "How was Mary?"

Even though it was just a harmless question, it caused enough panic in Marlene. She felt that only a small movement, a wrong word, a tiny change in her face could tell everything. So she tried to stay calm and answer as normally as possible.

"It was great. Mary told me about an interesting interview she had the other day. Oh and she finally gave me the book I told you about," Marlene pulled the thick book out of her purse. Already weeks ago Mary had told her in a letter that she had found a strange old book about runes at a flea market. Knowing that her friend had been fascinated by these old signs since her school days, she had bought it for her and waited only for an opportunity to give it to her.

The rest of the evening was pretty quiet, even though this was the last word Marlene would have used to describe her state of mind. Due to Sirius' unsuccessful attempt at cooking, the two decided to order pizza without further ado. As soon as she had eaten, Marlene could hardly wait to take a look at the new book. Like a sponge she absorbed every word and if she had been able to, she would have sat on the sofa all evening and certainly read the whole book to the end. But something stopped her, or rather someone. At first she felt his hand slowly gliding up and down her thigh. Then came his lips. Gently, as if stroked by the wings of a butterfly. First on her temple, then on her cheek and finally on her jawline. Marlene closed her eyes briefly to concentrate fully on his touch. She felt his mouth wandering along her neck and couldn't help but let out a little moan. But as much as she greeted his touch, she couldn’t do anything else, but to turn away from him.

"Do you really rather want to read now?" He sounded confused and also a little disappointed.

"Only this one chapter. Why don't you go to bed, I promise I'll catch up," in reply he briefly pressed her thigh once and then walked towards the bedroom. She looked after him for a moment, but then turned her attention back to the book on her lap. At the part she was currently reading the author told the stories of some witches and wizards who had contributed a small but important part to rune research. She turned to the next page and was about to read on as a picture in the top corner of the page caught her eye. Marlene would have recognized these runes among thousands. They were the same ones she had seen all too often as a child, and the same ones that now adorned Sirius' back. Without hesitation her gaze wandered to the caption:

"Sitara (long-branch runes)"

Based on what she had learned on the pages before, this was apparently the name of a long-deceased witch, who had tried many decades ago to translate ancient Danish rune texts in order to gain new knowledge about the beasts living there. Marlene smiled to herself. For years she had been trying to figure out what these runes could mean, and now that she had given up searching for them long ago, the answer just came that way to her. Without realizing what she was doing, she stroked her hand over her belly and whispered quietly:

"Sitara, would be a beautiful name, wouldn't you agree?"

And for the first time since she had been staring at the little red plus, another thought spread through her head. In front of her she saw a little girl with wild, curly, black hair and bright blue eyes. She seemed to be playing with some toys and laughed. It was just the laughter of a little girl, but to Marlene it sounded like music in her ears. Suddenly she could feel someone put two hands on her shoulders from behind and then place a gentle kiss on her neck. She didn't have to turn around to know it was Sirius. As she watched the little girl, she could feel his arms wrapping around her, drawing her closer to him. But probably the biggest change was the feeling that suddenly seemed to take over her whole body. It was a feeling of peace.

[s-riusblck]

WILD 

NOTES: Honestly idk what this is???? 99% of this doesn’t even relate to the lyrics anymore but my original idea was inspired by this song so I thought I’d keep them in there. Also, I’ve definitely veered from the facts a little bit in regards to things like when Sirius ran away etc. Hope you all enjoy, feedback is always appreciated and thank you for all love!! PS my requests are now open so if you’d like to see something specifically, please let me know!! (x)

SHIP: Sirius Black x Reader

DESCRIPTION: Inspired by the song Wild - Troye Sivan ft. Alessia Cara. Set in the Marauders Era. Sirius Black was the one boy your father had warned you to stay away from, but he was the one boy you were head over heels in love with. 

WARNINGS: Family issues, cursing 

ASK / PROMPTS

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Trying hard not to fall On the way home You were trying to wear me down, down Kissing up on fences And up on walls On the way home I guess it's all working out, now

His lips were on yours, your back pressed firmly against the wall. Your hands were in his, fingers intertwined, pinned against the wall above your head. His lips began to kiss a trail down to your neck, your grip tightening on his hands. A soft moan escaped your lips as he nipped lightly at the skin of your neck, and as his body pressed against yours, you swore in that moment that no one could love you better than Sirius Black did.

Growing up a part of the sacred twenty-eight, Sirius Black had been apart of your life for as long as you could remember. In fact, he was a major part of your life. He was your best friend. He was everything you looked for and more, so it came as no surprise to you when you realised you were head over heels in love with him. But loving Sirius Black was complicated. He was rebellious, and he went against everything your family and his believed in when it came to blood status. It had all seemed so perfect to begin with, both families encouraging your friendship when you were younger in the hopes of the two of you carrying on the blood line someday, until one day he started to show signs of rebellion. Your father immediately told you to stay away from him, but you couldn’t. You could never stay away from him. 

The cracks in your relationship with your father first began to show when you attended Hogwarts, and like Sirius, you were sorted into Gryffindor. Even a glance in Sirius’ direction at a formal dinner with the members of the sacred twenty-eight after that led to a fight and it was exhausting, but this didn’t stop your relationship with Sirius blossoming, because you had Hogwarts. When you were at Hogwarts, there was nothing in the way and you both fell madly in love with each other. He was your happiness, your home. He was your everything, and you were his. He made you feel emotions on a level you never thought possible. He made you laugh, cry, scream, shout and smile. But most of all, he made you happy. He made your happiness his first priority always, even in the little things like how he let you put your cold feet against him at night to warm them up. He loved you. 

Your graduation from Hogwarts had come around a lot quicker than you would of hoped, and now you were faced with the prospect of your future. You knew what you wanted to do. You wanted to be with Sirius, and your friends, and you wanted to join the Order of the Phoenix. You wanted to fight against the infatuation with blood status, but that meant fighting against your family. You knew what the right thing to do was, but you were scared, because your family wasn’t just your father. It was your mother, who despite her beliefs, always supported you. It was complicated. And the guilt was crushing you. Sirius had wanted to run from his family for weeks, but he put it off because outside of Hogwarts, the only chance you got to see each other was at the scared twenty-eight events. It wasn’t fair to him, you knew that, and you knew it was coming to a time where you’d have to act. 

But in that moment, you were in Sirius’ arms and you were enjoying every second of it. You turned your head to the side, capturing his lips with yours as he ran his hands down your arms and to the back of your thighs, lifting you up so your legs wrapped around his waist. You ran your hands through his hair, gripping on tightly as you kissed him. 

“I have to go in.” You mumbled against his lips, pressing another kiss to them before you leaned your forehead against his, both of you breathing heavily. 

“You don’t.” Sirius replied, and you sighed, opening your eyes and brushing some loose strands of hair back from his face. 

“I do.” You repeated, resting your hand on his cheek, running your thumb along his bottom lip. He closed his eyes at the touch, and you smiled, pressing another kiss to his lips. 

He sighed as he lowered you to the ground, his arms wrapping around your waist and your wrapping around his neck as you pulled him down into a hug. “Baby, you should go to James’. Leave Grimmauld Place. I don’t want to see you spending even another second there because of me.” You mumbled into the crook of his neck, your fingers beginning to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “You shouldn’t have to put up with any of the shit there just because I haven’t built up the courage to leave yet.”

“Hey, don’t blame yourself.” He said, pulling back slightly so he could look at you, bringing a hand up to your cheek. “You’ll figure it out soon, I know you will. And it’ll all be worth it. We’ll have very day together then.” 

You smiled up at him, the thought of getting to spend every day with him again as if you were back in Hogwarts filling you with hope. “You’ll be able to keep me warm at night again.” You grinned.

He snorted and kissed your forehead. “Maybe I’ll just stay at Grimmauld Place.” He teased, a smirk on his face. 

You rolled your eyes and leaned up, pressing another long kiss to his lips. “I love you.” You mumbled. 

“I love you.” He replied, kissing you once more. “I’ll see you soon.” He said as he stepped back.

“Can’t wait.” You grinned, and watched as he disappeared into the darkness, before beginning to make your way up to your house. 

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Leave this blue neighbourhood Never knew loving could hurt this good And it drives me wild Cause when you look like that I've never ever wanted to be so bad It drives me wild You're driving me wild, wild, wild

The sight of Sirius Black in a suit was something that simply couldn’t be described in words. There was no denying that he was a handsome man, in fact, you would go as far as to say the most handsome man you had ever seen. It was just yet another reason you thanked Merlin everyday for bringing him into your life. But whenever he walked into a room in a suit, all control was lost. It took every fibre of your being not to jump him right there and then. So, when the annual sacred twenty-eight ball came around, Sirius Black and that suit were the only things that made it bearable. 

Although you knew Sirius found you beautiful in absolutely anything, and was blown away by your beauty on many occasions, you really wanted to see his jaw drop that night. You picked out the most beautiful gown you could find, and spent the day perfecting your hair and makeup. You felt confident, and for once, excited to attend the event just to see the look on your boyfriends face. 

As you approached the door to the extravagant ballroom behind your parents, you took a deep breathe, mentally preparing yourself to deal with the infuriation you felt every time you walked into one of these events. “Remember who you are, (Y/N).” Your father said, and you forced a nod, before he opened the door and you followed in. The greetings began almost immediately, but you drowned them out, your eyes scanning the room for the light in all the darkness, but he was nowhere to be seen.

You sighed internally and forced a smile as you began to greet people, deciding that the Black family probably just hadn’t arrived yet. As the evening went on, though, you grew more and more anxious. They were never usually late. You sat at a table with your parents as they socialised, absentmindedly picking at the finger food as your eyes stayed trained on the door. The conversation around you nothing but a mere mumble as a million thoughts of why Sirius hadn’t arrived yet rushed through your mind. 

“Evening, (Y/N). Care to dance?” Lucius Malfoy’s voice cut through those thoughts, and for a moment you narrowed your eyes at him, until you felt your fathers eyes boring holes into the side of your head. Forcing a sarcastic smile, you nodded, before following him towards the floor. 

“Waiting for someone?” He asked as you reluctantly began to dance with him, keeping as much distance as possible. 

“Why? Is it that obvious I don’t want to dance with you?” You snapped back.

“You could have better, you know. He’s a blood traitor, fighting for the wrong side.”

“Oh, and I suppose you consider yourself to be better?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you for the input, but Sirius is ten times the man you’ll ever be. He’s even more than that. He’s perfect, and I know for a fact there’s no one even remotely better than him out there.” You replied confidently, before your eyes flicked over to the opening doors, your brows furrowing as you saw Regulus, Orion and Walburga walk through, but no sign of Sirius. You pulled away from Lucius and began to walk towards them, your actions clouded by the dread you were beginning to feel.

As you approached, Regulus stepped in front of you, guiding you away from his parents and out into a more secluded hallway. 

“Where’s Sirius?” You asked him immediately, your nerves on edge with anticipation of his answer. 

“He wanted me to give you this.” Regulus said as he handed you a note, and you opened it to see Sirius’ handwriting.

Love, 

When you’re ready, I’ll be at James’ house. I love you.

Sirius.

You looked up at Regulus in confusion, arching at eyebrow at him as you waited for him to elaborate. 

“There was a massive row. They, uh... They said and did some horrible things to him, and he left. He had given this note to me a while back in case something like this happened.” Regulus explained, and you felt anger bubbling in your stomach like you had never felt before. Before your mind had even processed it, you began to storm across the ballroom towards Sirius’ parents, your breathing heavy as you anger boiled over, ignoring the warning calls of Regulus from behind you. 

“How could you?” You almost spitted out as you approached Orion and Walburga, your knuckles white as you balled your fists at either side of you. “You’re both disgusting. How could you ever treat any human being, let alone your own son, like you have all these years? It’s disgusting.” 

The room began to quieten down as your voice raised, and people became aware of what was happening.

“How dare you,” Walburga began, and as you felt your fathers hard grip on your shoulder you pushed him off, the look of disgust on your face only intensifying. 

“Don’t touch me.” You warned him, sending him a glare as hard as stone. You let out a breathy laugh as you looked around the room, shaking your head. “You’re all pathetic if you believe blood status makes you any less of a cruel, soulless person than you really are.” And you turned back to Walburga and Orion, shaking your head once more. “You don’t in any way deserve a son like Sirius Black. You don’t deserve such a kind, strong, brave, beautiful, loving person in your life. Despite your best efforts, you haven’t ruined him. You’ve only made him stronger.” 

And before you could react, you felt the harsh sting of Walburga’s hand hitting your cheek and with one last cold glance, you disapparated from the room. 

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We’re alike you and I Two blue hearts locked in our wrong minds So can we make the most out of no time? Can you hold me? Can you make me leave my demons and my broken pieces behind?

With a crack, you arrived at the street of James’ house. It was dark and empty, and you took a moment to try and slow down the thoughts buzzing through your mind. Bringing a hand up to your cheek, you winced as it stung, pulling your fingers away and sighing as you saw blood on your fingertips. 

You wiped it away before you picked up your dress and began walking down the street towards James’ house, tears streamed down your cheeks as all the emotions from the night washed over you. It was overwhelming, infuriating, but as you walked down the street, you felt free. You finally felt free from the grips of your father and his pure blood mania. You finally came to the full realisation of the pain and the marks the years of living under his watch had left, because you were finally free of them. 

You walked up the driveway to James’ house, knocking on the door gently. Seeing James opening it and standing there in front of you, you immediately felt a sense of comfort. 

“(Y/N)? What the hell happened? Are you okay?” He said, ushering you inside and closing the door. 

“Is Sirius-“ You began, but your question was cut short as you saw him walk into the hallway. Shock was written across his features as his eyes took in every inch of you, but it soon turned to concern as he spotted the cut on your cheek and the stream of tears. You took in his appearance, concern mirrored on your own face. He looked exhausted, but even with the bags under his eyes, he was still so handsome.

“This is not how I planned to look when I saw you tonight.” You said, and with the sound of your voice, he moved towards you, resting a hand on your good cheek and pressing a long, gentle kiss to your forehead. 

“What happened? Who did this to you?” He asked, and you sighed, bringing your hands up to rest on either side of his waist and resting your forehead against his chest. 

“I don’t think you want to know.” You mumbled, a small smile gracing your lips as you felt him press another kiss to the top of your head. Lifting your head up, you looked at him. Seeing his expression, you huffed, knowing you weren’t going to get away with not telling him. “Don’t freak out, okay? It was the ever so lovely Walburga, I-“

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” He began, a storm of anger building in his eyes. 

“Babe, It’s fine. She slapped me across the face, my dead grandmother could of done worse damage than that. It’s fine.”

His features softened as he snorted in amusement at your words, and James barked a laugh from behind you. “Brilliant. I’ll go let my mum know you’re here, she’ll fix that up in no time.” James said and you smiled gratefully at him before he disappeared into another room. 

After Euphemia had fixed up the cut on your cheek, you thanked her and Fleamont for letting you stay, said goodnight to James and headed up the stairs to the guest bedroom with Sirius, your fingers laced through his, his other hand holding up your dress for you as you walked. “How did I score such a gentleman?” You grinned, glancing back at him as you walked into the room and he closed the door behind the two of you. 

“How did I score the most beautiful girl?” He replied, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you to him. “You look beautiful tonight. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to tell you that.” 

“Don’t apologise.” You said, shaking your head  as you rested your hands on his chest, absentmindedly playing with the fabric of his shirt. “I’m glad you did what you did. You couldn’t stay in that house any longer, and it was the push I needed to realise I couldn’t either.” 

He smiled and leaned down, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss. A kiss that reassured you that you made the right decision, and that took away some of the pain of what your life had been so far. “I could kiss you all night, but I need to get out of these heels.” You mumbled, giving him another quick kiss before you turned around, pulling your hair forward as he undid the zip on your dress. Once undone, he grabbed a shirt from the bag he had brought and handed it to you, you slipped into it before sitting down on the edge of the bed and undoing your heels.

Once you were both ready, you climbed into bed next to him, facing each other as your body’s tangled together, your fingers running through his hair, his drawing circles on your back. “Are you okay? After everything?” He asked, and you smiled, nodding at him.

“I will be. Are you?” 

“With you, I’ll be more than okay.” He said, and your smile only grew as you kissed him once more, feeling safe in his arms. You both had broken pieces to fix, and demons to deal with, but you know a life with Sirius by your side would be more than enough to heal you, because you knew for certain now, no one could love you better than Sirius Black. 

[hweianime]

I would call this one: The Fairy Odd Curse

Ok OMG, I want a crack fic where it’s Voldemort who dies and wakes up to like a messed up fairy tale world. And like he’s the prince to Harry’s princess. So his hell is pretty much having to save Harry over and bloody over again. Sometimes he gets magic sometimes he doesn’t.

It’s great because he’s fucking Voldemort so obviously he didn’t read a lot of fairy tales as a kid and therefore has to stumble through most of them blindly. (BTW THIS COULD BE A SNARRY TOO *hint hint*)

Once upon a time, there were two souls connected by fate. An unfortunate connection really. One that could only end with the death of the other. But as a rather barmy old wizard once said, death is just the next great adventure.

Lord Voldemort wakes up in a field. It’s a very nice field all things considered. Soft green grass, daisies, the smell of fresh mildew. The Dark Lord blinks. Huh.

There was a lot of places he was sure he would go, but he was fairly positive heaven was not one of them.

He lifts himself up from where he had been lying and he realizes with a start that these were not the clothes he had been wearing in his death. They were certainly not the sort of clothes he would have wished to wear in the afterlife either, or any life really. Poofy sleeves, and gauche colors lines with gold. He looked like one of those outdated cartoon pictures of a prince.

Tentatively he mapped out his face with his hands, his normal skin colored healthy looking hands. He sighs a little in relief. Fuck, if there was one thing he had really regretted as Voldemort, it was that extra step that made him lose his nose in the process. And also his looks but he wasn’t that vain. It was just... nose.

Voldemort stares quietly at the rolling green hills, his body come to think of it, isn’t the only thing that’s reverted back to its prime. His mind too feels… clearer. Sharper.

Sane.

“Your highness!”

….What?

So the first story is Harry Potter and the Seven Weasleys. Lucius is the wicked stepmother and yes, Harry is fucking Snow White. Skin as white as snow, hair as black as coal and eyes as green as a killing curse.

“No.” Voldemort backed away from the sleeping young man. He looked at the hopeful and worried expressions of seven redheads with freckled faces. “No.” He repeated firmly. Some of the tiny Weasleys began sobbing. As if he cared about these blood traitors’ piddly arse feelings.

“Oy, you gotta your highness.” The youngest boy scowls, “Only true love’s kiss can save Harry now.”

“NO.”

He totally ends up kissing Harry. It’s super reluctant. As is the feelings that tingled in his chest when he does so. Harry opens his eyes and smiles, clearly doesn’t recognize who Voldemort/Riddle is. Voldemort gets kissed by Harry, he doesn’t know why he allows it. He brings Harry back to his kingdom but the moment he steps into the castle grounds the world shifts again and he ends up in another fairytale universe. Rinse and repeat.

EXAMPLES

- The Little Mermaid. Harry’s the little mermaid, Barty Crouch is the evil octopus one since like Polyjuice and such similarities, Flounder is Ron, Sebastian is Hermione cause Sebastian fucking has common sense. Dumbledore would be King Triton.

Prince Tom grits his teeth as this so-called Hariel fails to even understand the simple concept of a fork. He lives under the sea, not under a rock, the idea of spearing something down in a hunt should be something the younger man should be familiar enough with. How in Merlin would they be able to eat otherwise? 

Even worse, he’s mute for some reason. Fuck. How does this story end again, for the life of the prince he just could not remember.

- Beauty and the beast- self-explanatory right? All of the talking furniture are Death Eaters. Though omg Lucius would be the candlestick and Severus would be Cogsworth and they all are pretty scared of him because Voldemort can do crucio and other spells. Voldemort at that time was pissed because he realized this cycle was probably not going to end anytime soon. LOCKHART IS GASTON.

“Aren’t you supposed to be interested in the library?” The Beast hisses grumpily. He hates this story. He hates it all the more because apparently, the world has seen fit to give him his previous snake-like appearance rather than go classic. His nose is gone again. Fuck, he hates everything.

Harry stares at the man incredulously, “Your brooms can fly.” He says slowly like Beast was the idiot. If The Beast wasn’t so fearful of the consequences, he would kill Potter right then and there. “Why would I immerse myself in books when I could bloody fly?!”

- Alice in Wonderland, with Tom being Alice, Walburga Black as the Queen of Hearts, Harry being the Mad Hatter or the White Rabbit. I don’t know I don’t remember how this movie went. But I know Tom would be infuriated.

- Peter Pan, but this time Harry is Peter, Ginny is Tinkerbell and Tom is Wendy. Wendy’s brothers can be Lucius and Malfoy I guess, I don’t know, maybe Tom just ditches the brothers. Snape is Captain Hook.

“Want to check out the mermaids?” Potter Pan asks with a friendly smile.

Tom shudders. “No.” He answers firmly. “No more mermaids for at least five more lifetimes.”

Potter Pan quirks a confused but bemused grin, “You’re strange. I like that.”

“Oh.. joy.”

- Mary Poppins where Harry is Harry Pottins. Tom would be the single father of Lucius and Snape. Tom tries to avoid Harry this time but ends up being sucked in to their misadventures despite himself. He also gets insanely annoyed at Sirius the chimney sweep for some reason.

- Enchanted. The prince is Lucius, Harry’s romantic but cynical best friend is Narcissa. Tom’s just grumpy at this point but fairly resigned. Doesn’t even care that he’s a muggle in this one.

- Harry is Rapunzel (Harunzel) and Dumbledore is Mother Gothel and it’s the Tangled version where the horse is Draco Malfoy and the chameleon is Ron. It’s the most Harry-esque character so far so Tom feels a little more heartened.

And then one day, as he makes his way again to save Harry from a tower for what felt like the hundredth time, Harry pops his head out of the open window, looks at him confusedly and says, “Riddle? What the fuck. Is this hell? It feels like hell.” And Tom almost cries because finally Harry has died and he’s no longer alone in this cruel and unusual torture.

+ Hercules

“Huh,” Tomcules mused as he looked at the monster he had defeated in a single hit. “I think I’m warming up to this one.”

“You would.” Megarry rolled his eyes before muttering under his breath, “At least everyone here is wearing a dress, not just me.”

+ Pocahontas

“You look…”

“What?” Harrihontas demanded, “Come on, say it, I know I certainly feel racist just looking at me.”

Captain Tom Smith shook his head, “Not that, it’s just,” He hesitated, “I forgot how well suited tanned skin looks on you.”

Harrihontas blinks, green eyes, it’s always green eyes, bright as the killing curse, light up in surprise. “Oh, thanks.”

They shuffle a bit, a little awkward before Hermione the hummingbird chirps impatiently. The green-eyed native of this unknown land claps his hands and grins as he grabs Tom’s arm, pulling him somewhere, “Well, I say we know each other well enough, now why don’t I show you the colors of the wind?”

+ The Nightmare before Christmas

“Okay, THIS, THIS RIGHT HERE IS THE MOST INAPPROPRIATE ONE EVER,” Harry screamed.

“Calm the fuck down Potter,” Tom tells him calmly as he watches the citizens of Halloween town sing the Halloween song. He’s not going to admit it out loud, lest Harry murder him or stuff someone else’s eyeballs into his empty sockets, but this world was rather fascinating. Plus, he was the best dressed he’s been in a long while. “You’ll tear out those pretty stitches of yours.”

+ Mulan

Where Tom is Chang, Harry is essentially Mulan except obviously the whole crossdressing thing isn’t happening. But, let’s be honest, everything would’ve pretty much happened regardless if Mulan got found out about her gender in the movie so whatever.

“Now this is fun!” Huran whooped as he kicked a hun off the tower.

Tang grunted as he sliced open another enemy, this was admittedly incredibly therapeutic. If only Dumbledore wasn’t the emperor though.

+ Aladdin is Tom, Jasmine is Harry, Hedwig is the fucking tiger, Snape is Jafar, Fudge is the Sultan and the twins are the Genies of the lamp. Because seeing Tom interact with the twins would probs be gold.

THEN THERE ARE MARVEL MOVIES WHICH ARE TECHNICALLY DISNEY

+ Iron Man

“How the fuck is this Disney?!” Tommy Riddle snarled as Harry stuck his hand into the hole in his chest.

Harry shuddered, the unforgiving metal and wires around his limb were warm, “Maybe they bought out another film company? You know, one about... uh... I’m sorry, am I doing this right?”

The billionaire waved his hand irritatedly, “You’re doing fine Potts, I, the man who just spent a decent time being tortured by terrorists, am not.” Tom slung his arm over his face. Harry would say he’s being dramatic again but he is sticking his fist into the guy’s chest so. “I cannot believe I’m missing those out of the blue musical numbers right now.”

“I did like the magic carpet ride.” Harry mused thoughtfully. Tom just groaned.

“I just, can’t we have one where we’re wizards again? One. Just one. I’ve given up on being a dark lord, hell, I think muggles are fairly alright now! Just let me be a wizard again.”

Harry pats the older man sympathetically, with the hand not in his chest, of course, that would’ve been weird otherwise. “Hey,” He says reassuringly, “We were in the Chinese army, I was once apparently a mermaid and you had a mansion filled with people we knew in the form of talking furniture. I’m sure we’ll eventually be wizards again.”

“Let’s bloody hope so.”

+ Stephan Strange

“Hey, you’re going to learn magic again.” Harry tries.

“THIS WASN’T WHAT I HAD IN MIND.” Dr. Riddle snarls as his hands shook harder than an earth tremor with a 9.5 magnitude. “FUCK. MY HANDS.”

So by then, Tom’s already like, half in love with Harry because of his previous princesses selves’  bravery and loyalty and surprising cunning but having the real Harry by his side is what eventually really seals the deal with him.

And so they do more Disney and even not so Disney adventures where sometimes they’ll play along or go out of their way to screw the whole movie over (mainly Tom who likes when Harry complains about ruining what little childhood he had left) until they both realise they’re stupidly in love with each other, confess it, kiss and break the curse. Cuz like, true love, bitch.

“We’re free, we’re finally free,” Tom says bewilderedly. They’re in the Forbidden Forest, he knows this. It haunts his dreams as well as his nightmares enough times. But that doesn’t matter as he watches Harry throw his head back and laugh freely, none of that tinkling bell sounds either, a proper young man’s laugh. Low and throaty and gorgeous.

The former Dark Lord, hero, prince, ogre, prince again and a hundred times more plus a billionaire playboy philanthropist and even the Sorcerer Supreme, felt himself smiling. His smile widens as Harry catches his expression and returns it toothily.

“It’s about bloody goddamn time,” Harry agrees, “What now Tom? Or is it Voldemort again?”

Tom waved off the last bit, “Just Tom, I think I’ve had enough fancy names to last a lifetime or thirty.” If anything, the younger man’s expression brightened at that, pleased at the answer.

“Okay Tom, what’s next for us?”

“Oh Harry, you idiot. Don’t you read fairytales?” The former Boy Who Lived, damsel in distress, princess, secretary, doctor and more, opened his mouth in protest. Unfortunately, or fortunately, nothing came out as Tom Marvolo Riddle leans in and kisses Harry James Potter. It’s not too steamy, not too chaste, something just right. A kiss fit for a princess you could say.

“Now,” Tom smiled against the kiss, “We have our happily ever after.”

Harry laughed delightedly again.

Once upon a time, there were two souls connected by fate. Separated by death. And resurrected by love. This is their story.