#dr sirius

[cqnnamongirl]

(and his punk furry boyfriend)

[jordiestardust]

brainrot so bad i scripted gilderoy lockhart moved out of the marauders dorm because peter was going through his shit trying to find his cologne (he carries it in his robes with him at all times)

[bunnisreality]

no I'd literally fuck everyone in my dr it's a problem

remus? SMASH(that's husband) sirius? SMASH regulus? SMASH James? SMASH lily? SMASH Mary? SMASHHHHHH

[rrezshifts]

𝓶𝙮 𝖋𝙧𝙞e𝙣d𝙨

𝙞n m𝙮 ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ! ᴍᴀʀᴀᴜᴅᴇʀꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ

the marauders

theodore j. hermès gryffindor pureblood 🇫🇷🇺🇸 08/14 age: 18 bisexual trans man he/him

sirius o. black gryffindor pureblood 🇫🇷🇬🇧 11/03 age: 18 gay friends to lovers to friends to lovers demiboy he/they/she

james f. potter gryffindor pureblood 🇮🇳🇬🇧 03/27 age: 18 bisexual cis man he/him

remus j. lupin gryffindor halfblood 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 03/10 age: 18 queer cis man he/him

peter o. pettigrew gryffindor pureblood 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 08/31 age: 18 bisexual cis man he/him

best friends

florence madden slytherin halfblood 🇿🇦🇬🇧 06/21 age: 18 bisexual cis woman she/her

lily j. evans gryffindor muggleborn 🇨🇳🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 01/30 age: 18 bisexual cis woman she/her

xenophilius malfoy ravenclaw pureblood 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 11/13 age: 18 unlabeled agender he/they

pandora lovegood slytherin muggleborn 🇸🇳🇬🇧 05/04 age: 18 pansexual non-binary she/they

regulus a. black slytherin pureblood 🇫🇷🇬🇧 06/24 age: 17 bisexual trans man he/him

sybill p. trelawney ravenclaw halfblood 🇬🇷🇬🇧 03/09 age: 19 queer cis woman she/her

mary m. macdonald gryffindor muggleborn 🇺🇬🇬🇧 12/09 age: 18 bisexual cis woman she/her

emma vanity slytherin pureblood 🇲🇽🇬🇧 02/29 age: 18 lesbian cis woman she/her

emmeline vance ravenclaw halfblood 🇻🇳🇬🇧 10/14 age: 18 bisexual cis woman she/her

marlene mckinnon gryffindor halfblood 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 08/01 age: 18 lesbian cis woman she/her

dorcas meadowes slytherin pureblood 🇿🇦🇬🇧 04/02 age: 18 lesbian cis woman she/her

good friends

amelia j. bones hufflepuff pureblood 🇻🇳🇬🇧 10/15 age: 18 bisexual cis woman she/her

hestia jones hufflepuff muggleborn 🇮🇳🇬🇧 02/05 age: 18 bisexual cis woman she/her

charity c. burbage hufflepuff muggleborn 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 05/20 age: 18 lesbian trans woman she/her

casual friends/it’s complicated

evan l. rosier slytherin pureblood 🇫🇷🇬🇧 04/23 age: 18 gay rivals to friends to lovers trans man he/him

frank longbottom gryffindor pureblood 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇦🇷 08/31 age: 19 straight cis man he/him

alice fortescue hufflepuff pureblood 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 08/14 age: 19 bisexual cis woman she/her

barty crouch jr. slytherin pureblood 🇻🇪🇬🇧 07/09 age: 18 bisexual cis man he/him

edgar bones hufflepuff pureblood 🇻🇳🇬🇧 10/15 age: 18 unlabeled cis man he/him

© rrezshifts last updated. 03/26/2025

[thessynyx]

remus is so damn flirty in my new fic I can’t stop him, I’ve lost control

link in my bio if you wanna check it out (mostly jegulus but also wolfstar and a few background ships, doctor who au - you don’t have to have watched the show before but like, you should. why haven’t you? it’s amazing.)

[snifellus]

Wholesome severus

guess I’m doing this trend now..

[liliesmultiverse]

“starchaser erases lily!! 🥺”

where is that energy for tonks?? hm? where the fuck is it?? i don’t fucking see it anywhere. i haven’t seen any fucking complaints about fucking wolfstar “erasing” tonks. so, why are you only doing for it lily?!

“making lily a surrogate is misogynistic 🥺”

AGAIN, where is that same fucking energy for tonks. i’ve seen TONS of fics with wolfstar as teddy’s parents, some without tonks even being the fucking surrogate but nobody complains about that.

seriously, why is it only lily getting that treatment?? WHY?? is it because of the age gap between remus & nymphadora?! if so, that is a stupid fucking reason especially if your reason for hating the age gap is because “remus met her when she was a child” when that only happened in atyd, A FANFICTION. you cannot, YOU CANNOT, bitch about jegulus “erasing” lily but then turn around be perfectly okay with it happening to nymphadora.

if you hate starchaser because it “erases” lily but love wolfstar, YOU. ARE. A. HYPOCRITE. so please shut the fuck up and sit your fucking ass down because i’m not gonna listen to your stupid ass bullshit. because that’s what it is. fucking bullshit. it’s a lame ass excuse to hate on a ship.

either start putting the same fucking energy into how wolfstar “erases” tonks or better yet, shut the fuck about how starchaser “erases” lily. 😐🖕🏻

[godricgryffinsnore]

A Constellation For You ♡ : A Sirius Black Fan Fiction.

pairing : Sirius Black x female!reader

summary : You have always loved Sirius Black, the boy who burned like a falling star—brilliant, reckless, and always just out of reach. But war is cruel, and love is not always enough to shield the heart from the sharp edges of betrayal and grief. When Sirius is imprisoned in Azkaban for a crime he didn’t commit, you are left with nothing but memories and an ache that refuses to fade. Years later, when he returns, broken but alive, you must navigate the ruins of what once was—mending wounds, facing ghosts, and daring to hope that love, despite everything, can survive.

warnings : mentions of war and its aftermath, emotional distress, grief, trauma, slightly self-destructive behavior (coping mechanisms), angst with a happy ending, canon-divergent timeline, death. Please let me know if I missed any.

author's note : English is not my first language, so please forgive me for any grammatical errors or spelling errors. Re-blogging is completely fine with me, but please don't copy my work. I love you all. Enjoy <3. This entire work is broken into timelines.

Word Count : 1k

main master list <3

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I. A Love Like Fire.

There was a time when Sirius Black was everything.

He was the boy who never fit into the mold his family had carved for him, the firework that refused to burn quietly. You met him at Hogwarts, in the shadow of ancient stone corridors and within the golden glow of Gryffindor’s common room. He was reckless and charming, a tempest wrapped in leather and cigarette smoke. He would grin at you with that wicked, knowing smile—the kind that made your stomach swoop like the drop of a roller coaster.

And you, foolish as you were, loved him for it.

Sirius loved like he did everything else—recklessly, with a kind of fervor that felt like standing too close to the sun. He was poetry and destruction in equal measure, hands ink-stained from writing letters he never sent, lips brushing against yours between hurried whispers of love and war.

But war.

War does not care for love, and it certainly did not care for you or Sirius.

When James and Lily died, something inside Sirius shattered. You remember the last night before it all went wrong—before Peter’s betrayal, before the arrest, before Azkaban. He had held you like he was drowning, his breath ragged against your collarbone. "Stay with me," he had whispered, fingers tangled in your hair. "Always," you had promised.

You did not know that “always” could be stolen so easily.

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II. Years Without You.

The world without Sirius was quieter, colder. You carried grief like an iron weight, the absence of him a wound that never quite healed. The newspapers declared him a murderer, a traitor, and yet—your heart refused to believe it.

You searched for him in the stars. You whispered his name into the night air, wondering if, wherever he was, he could hear you.

But love is cruel. Love is not enough to break through the walls of Azkaban.

You tried to move on. You tried to let time soften the edges of your pain. But every time you closed your eyes, you saw him—his laughter in the halls of Hogwarts, the way he used to press his lips against your temple as if to say, I will always come back to you.

But he didn’t.

Or so you thought.

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III. Ghosts of the Past.

When Sirius Black returned, it was not the boy you had loved who stood before you.

It was a man who had suffered, whose bones carried the weight of twelve years behind bars, whose laughter had been stolen by Dementors. His hair, once silk-black, hung in tangled waves past his shoulders. His eyes—those sharp silver eyes—were hollowed, dark circles smudged beneath them like bruises.

And yet, when he looked at you, something flickered. A shadow of something familiar.

You didn’t know what to say. How do you speak to someone who has been a ghost for over a decade?

"It’s you," he breathed, voice hoarse. "Merlin, it’s really you."

You swallowed the lump in your throat. "You came back."

A pause.

"I promised, didn’t I?" His lips twitched, as if attempting a smile that had long since been forgotten.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to tell him how much you hated him for leaving, how much you missed him, how unfair it was that life had stolen so much from the both of you. But instead, you reached out, trembling fingers brushing against his.

He flinched.

It broke your heart.

"Sirius…" you whispered.

His name tasted like something sacred on your tongue.

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IV. Learning to Breathe Again.

Healing was not easy. Sirius did not know how to be soft anymore.

There were nights when he could not sleep, when nightmares dragged him back into the darkness of Azkaban. He would wake up breathless, drenched in sweat, hands trembling. And you would be there, tracing the scars on his arms, pressing kisses into his knuckles as if to remind him that he was here, he was real, he was not alone.

"I don’t know how to be the man you loved," he admitted one night, voice raw.

You cupped his face, thumbs brushing over the sharp edges of his cheekbones. "Then we’ll learn together."

He exhaled shakily. "You shouldn’t have waited for me."

"I never stopped loving you."

The silence between you was heavy. Then, slowly, as if afraid you might disappear, Sirius leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours. It was hesitant, uncertain, nothing like the way he used to kiss you.

But it was real.

And that was enough.

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V. The Universe Owes Us This.

Time stitched Sirius back together in fragments. He still had bad days, moments where the past clung to him like a second skin. But he also had you.

You reminded him of what it meant to live.

You laughed with him again, filling the empty spaces with warmth. You traced constellations on his back, whispering stories of the stars as he fell asleep beside you. You held his hand without fear, kissed him like you had all the time in the world.

One evening, as you lay tangled in bed, Sirius pressed a kiss to your forehead. "You were always my brightest star," he murmured.

You smiled against his skin. "And you are my favorite constellation."

For the first time in years, Sirius Black allowed himself to believe in love again.

For the first time in years, he was home.

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[profoundstarfishmusic]

[srta-ash]

sirius & veritas clothes swap!

ever since dr.ratio released i wanted to draw them together- i guess it was a good try

[cqnnamongirl]

[eclipsedechoesofmywords]

"Kiss them well"

Part Two here [Love Them Well]

Masterlist

Warnings: scars, mentions of torture, angst

Word Count: 340 words

A/N: This is inspired by a WIP of mine. It is pretty traumatising because the fmc is basically my trauma dump character, but yea, here ya go :D

Imagine that you've been through a lot, and you have the scars to show for it. They cover your arms and your back.

And you hate them.

You hate them because they remind you of how you suffered. How the people who hurt you took away the right to feel good in your body. There was a time when you had to cover up all the mirrors in your house because you couldn't bring yourself to look at you anymore.

You've gotten past that now, but you still cover yourself up when you go outside.

Then, of course, he tries everything to make you love yourself as much as he does. Kissing your scars every chance he gets, telling you how beautiful you are, just holding you like he would die if he let you go. Everything you put your arms around his neck, to dance or to hug him, he always presses his lips against your wrist as he smiles at you. He knows every one of them and the stories behind them.

You weren't used to that type of attention. Your exes distanced themselves when they saw them or ignored them altogether. They never gave them any special attention, not like he does. They didn't kiss each and ask about how you got it or wait patiently as the words got stuck in your throat. If you couldn't get them out he would move on and come back to them some other day. He, of course, remembered all the ones you didn't have answers to, easily finding them like your scars were a map he had memorized.

All he wanted to do was give you courage again. To be able to wear the clothes you loved before the scars. To not care about the looks people would give you if they saw them.

Both of you have been through so much. So many changes. So many disasters. But both of you will always stay and get through it together. He is your forever as much as you are his.

[mssorceressupreme]

Just curious abt what people like reading lol and I might potentially make more fics based on these results 😝

[rrezshifts]

“ it’s always been you . . . but you wouldn’t let it be „

ᴍᴀʀᴀᴜᴅᴇʀꜱ ᴜɴɪ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ 𝓲𝙣𝖙𝙧𝙤

theodore hermès castillo. is a current hogwarts university first year. the son of a wealthy french pureblood wizard and a indigenous mexican pureblood witch. the born wealthy and elite young wizard was born in france and was raised between there and the americas. when it came time to attend a magical school, his parents chose ilvermorny over beauxbatons. as he attended the american school, his parents and him, still lived between the two countries during his breaks from school. that was until a business venture left both his parents with no option but to find a permanent stay in england (note: as permanent as a wealthy family and boundless magical transportation can get you). before his third year at ilvermorny could start, theodore, nicknamed “theo” or “dior”, and at this moment in time, legally named theodora, transferred to hogwarts secondary school.

y’all wanted a “romantic” fanfic [novel] right?

sirius black. first met theodore alongside the rest of his friend group, the marauders as they called themselves. theo had sat down for the first dinner feast of the year after being sorted into gryffindor privately once he had first made it on to school grounds. the closest empty seat was right next to the curly haired boy. him and the other three boys were very welcoming. and a girl named lily evans and her two friends were very interested in getting to know theo. as he spoke up, answering any of the seven’s questions, one boy seemed to catch on to theo’s accent. as he was raised multiculturally the accents of both his mother and father melded as they flowed out of his mouth, fighting each other for dominance on certain consonants and vowels. the boy, sirius black, after asking dumb questions prior to this moment, asked another, “why does your voice sound like that?” and the blonde haired girl sitting next to lily cackled as james scolded sirius for his rude question. sirius tried to explain himself, muttering on about how it sounded american but also… not. theo laughed at that and explained that he was both american and french. sirius posture shot up straight as his eyes sparkled with excitement, he started spitting out french as a response. and when theo responded back with exact & perfect french, he jumped around in his seat as he continued the conversation.

james had told sirius that had to be the exact moment he fell in love with theo, but he would deny it, saying he in fact could remember the exact moment he fell for the boy. it wasn’t too long after the start of their third year, autumn had rolled around. and it seemed the falling leaves were conspiring on a cruel fate for sirius. him and theo were sitting outside, bundled in their robes, and studying for their shared potions class, when a few leaves broke off from a branch above and one landed gently in sirius’ hair. so gentle only theo seemed to notice, the movement above sirius catching his eye. the boy across from him placed his fingers on sirius’ jaw to maneuver his head towards him. opting to not verbalize, sirius would point out in the future, annoyed by the charged action with seemingly nothing behind it. sirius eyes danced over theo’s face before he said “here you go, pesky leaf” in their shared language, then handed the leaf to him. when theo turned back to his notes, sirius was panicking. he didn’t know what he was feeling, but all of sudden he couldn’t stop thinking about just how much more french theo’s accent got when he spoke the language, how gorgeous it sounded. and he could still feel the burning of theo’s fingers on his jaw despite how cold they were on his skin. but he pushed it all away, ignoring all of what it could mean for the foreseeable future. that is until he came to welcome his feelings for theo.

sirius’ fourth year at hogwarts is when he accepts his feelings for theo. after theodora became theodore, the young man transitioning. and despite all that, sirius’ confusing feelings towards him didn’t budge or falter, and in fact they even grew out of control, that’s when he knew he was screwed, that it was serious. but he kept this to himself . . . or more so away from theo. james, peter and remus knew. so did marlene, and james told lily. when everyone first found out, mind you at different times, each of them had their ooouu’s and ahhhh’s as well as their fun teasing moments. but eventually sirius’ crush just became a norm. it was nothing special and just a part of daily life at hogwarts. however, theo didn’t necessarily feel the same way for sirius for a while, however. it can’t be said that theo didn’t have certain feelings for sirius. they were just no where near as strong, it was more a intense adoration than anything.

towards the end of their sixth year however is when things had shifted. thursday night, the night before friday, theo had dreamt of sirius. which isn’t saying a lot just from that one sentence, because all his friends have made appearances in his dreams in the past 4 years of knowing them. but none of those dreams were like this one. none of those dreams had heavy breathing, sweaty bodies pressed up against each other, whimpers and moans, and pleasure, so much pleasure. his body woke him up abruptly at about 3am that morning, hot flashing, sweating buckets, and yearning. he was too uncomfortable to go back to sleep so he took a shower then sat on his bed and tried his best to ignore the dream he had that night. it was a struggle as he now sat and waited for james to wake up so he could follow him to his quidditch practice as an excuse to stay away from sirius as long as possible that morning.

the rest of that friday was almost an exact replica of the ones before. there were only two things that differed: 1) everyone, in their fifth year and up, was eager for classes to end so gryffindor’s dorm party happening that night could start sooner rather than later and also 2) theo couldn’t look sirius in the eye. something that’s rarely ever happened before. in fact he couldn’t even talk to sirius for too long because then he’d have to stare at him head on, and he couldn’t stand it. looking sirius in the eyes felt like admitting his dream to the man before him. he was worried his eye contact would spill to him a detailed description of what his mind conjured hours before. despite that paranoia, theo still couldn’t help but stare at sirius when he wasn’t looking. feeling a fucked up mix of shame and lust.

when the day of classes ended and the party started, theo kept away from his usual band of friends, instead finding his good friends, sybil, xenophilius, florence, pandora, alice, and frank. this of random group chatted for a bit before splitting up with their own objectives in mind. theo left with xeno to go smoke, and not even two hits in, barely buzzed, he confessed to the dealer about the dream he had the night before. the man listened intently, nodding and giggling, before he spotted something. his attention shifted and then he nodded in its direction as if to point. when theo looked over to what held xeno’s attention he found sirius lounging on the couch with a drink in hand staring directly at him. his gaze didn’t move, he didn’t go to look away, almost as if it were a test, a game of chicken after theo practically avoided looking at him all day. his stare seemed so serious, fixed, and lingering for so long. theo noticed sirius’ hips shifting on the couch as he continued to slouch and stare, taking a sip of his drink then crossing him arms across his chest. theo was high and drawn in by sirius’ demeanor. his past anxiety and paranoia gone, now replaced with the desire running through his veins after rehashing his dream while that dreams central figure looks so hot across the room from him.

theo lifted the blunt he was holding in the air, an invitation. and immediately sirius’ air of mystery lifted in that moment, he shot up, posture straight. he felt as though he’d won, since he was no longer being ignored. he slouched his posture again though, and he shrugged with a look on his face that said “eh why not,” a joke, theo noticed, ha-ha. as sirius made his way over, xenophilius left so sirius could take his place. theo took another hit as sirius sat down and blew the smoke in his face. sirius snatched the blunt from him and took his own hit, passing it back to him when he was done. they sat together now, but despite that, the next ten minutes would be sat in silence. it wasn’t bad, it was nice. but then sirius spoke up, “you’ve been avoiding me. or ignoring me. one of the two, maybe even both.” in french . . . he sounded so pretty when he spoke in french. “i’m sorry.” is all theo could think to say. he reached for the blunt in sirius’ hand but he pulled it away and out of reach “i just want to know what’s going on, theo.” and in this moment theo hadn’t moved a muscle since he tried reaching for a smoke. the drugs and sirius being so close made his mind fail his body. he just stared into the man’s eyes. he could see his brows furrow in confusion, then theo looked at sirius’ lips and before he could think— “i want to kiss you.” flew out of his mouth as his eyes stayed focused on the lips in front of him. sirius’ eyes widened and his mouth fell open in shock. theo looked to the rest of his shocked face and he immediately shot as far back from sirius as possible, embarrassed, and unable to say anything else, his mind now failing his mouth.

sirius was stunned, he thought this would never happen. it’s been so long since he started liking theo. and while he had hopes, he gave up on those awhile ago. his mind was battling itself now. wondering if it was just what shit theo was on that made him say that. and if it was, would it even be worth going for a kiss only to be disappointed when that high wears off. meanwhile, theo is mentally yelling “say something!” both to sirius and himself. needing this to be resolved because his mind is in disarray. he gives up on waiting though and tries to speak, in english this time, “listen, sirius, i ju-” and then he’s cut off by sirius grabbing him by the back of his head and kissing him. sirius’ other hand moved to hold the side of theo’s face, the blunt still pinched between his fingers. theo was caught off guard, but gave in immediately. theo pulled away to put out the blunt and then went back in. the two of them spent the rest of the party making out lewdly in the corner of the common room while their friends watched feeling ultimately shocked yet absolutely vindicated.

the morning after theo had explained to sirius that he’s very much attracted to him, and while he’s not ready to be in a relationship, he wants to explore the less platonic side of things with him, and only him. however, only two to three months later, during the middle of summer, and right before their seventh and final year at hogwarts, they started officially dating. things were perfect. amazing. beautiful. they both felt so loved and theo had never been as in love with anyone as he had been with sirius. they went on dates, spent too much time together, spent too much money on each other, were eachothers firsts, and even said i love you. but during the winter break of their seventh year, sirius’ problems with his family got revived and theo was brought into it by association. and while everything got solved, sirius, for a few weeks after being back from vacation, couldn’t stop kicking himself. couldn’t stop worrying about it happening again in the future. then he spiraled thinking that he wasn’t good enough for theo, that he was even bad for him, that the life he would be giving him wasn’t one he deserved. throughout this time he was isolating from theo, and everytime theo tried to talk to sirius about it, when he felt he could tell what sirius was feeling and tried to reassure him, it went nowhere. theo felt stuck, nothing was working. and sirius eventually decided he wasn’t what theo needed, and he broke it off with him.

theo was heartbroken. he cried for weeks, had to stay in lily, mary, and marlene’s dorm for a majority of what remained of the school year. it started as a week and then more and more of theo’s stuff left his and the boys’ dorm. the boys were scolding sirius trying to convince him to realize he was wrong, apologize, and take it back. telling him he was stupid for letting his thoughts get to this point. but their words and theo’s pain only convinced him even more that breaking it off was what was necessary. that was until the girls got to him. they changed perspectives for him pretty fast, but he felt it was too late to fix things by the time he figured it out. eventually though, theo was required to move back in with the boys when mcgonagall found out theo swapped rooms. he wasn’t in their dorms often though. and theo rarely spoke or participated when hanging out with the boys while sirius was there. it was at this time that theo grew even closer to people outside of the group of marauders, needing an escape. not being able to look at out be near sirius.

however, the boys and theo, many years prior, had planned to travel the world for a several weeks after graduating. it was partly theo’s idea, but it was a labor of love from them all. after the breakup theo said he wasn’t going, that james could take lily in his place. but james had practically begged theo to join them when he told him. it wasn’t until james and peter got remus to beg too that theo agreed to go. the many weeks in forced proximity with sirius made theo remember that he still loved him. so very much. and that hurt, but it also comforted him. he was able to build back a sort of rapport with his now ex boyfriend. by the start of their first semester at university everything was back to normal within the marauders. to the point that when theo’s roommate request got screwed up and he was in a dorm with james and sirius rather than remus and peter, he didn’t try and fix it.

however for theo, getting over sirius meant that he doesn’t have to be romantically or sexually celibate. as soon as his freshman year started he was getting to know people, going on shitty first dates, and he told himself if the possibility of a hook up came along he’d take it (spoiler alert: he never did). he was still thinking of sirius, and the pain of remembering the good with him never went away. every shitty first date reminded him of what he had with him and that it was going to be hard to replace. and sirius wasn’t blind, he saw theo leave their dorm in his nicer clothes. and he wasn’t deaf, he heard the other gossip about about theo’s dates. and as much as he hates to admit it it make him want to rip his heart from his chest until he can’t feel it ache anymore.

sirius felt even worse when theo stopped going on those shitty first dates. he started feeling worse when theo’s swimming rival, evan rosier, started to actually get along with him, and they started hanging out more. and maybe sirius is insane but he could swear he noticed theo’s body language around the blonde was hinting at something he didn’t like to see. sirius was starting to feel insane watching this. and after all the shit him and theo have gone through, he now has to decide if he is going to watch all of this unfold and wallow in self pity for eternity, or if he is going to tell theo how he feels and pray that theo still feels the same. little does sirius realize is that theo would choose him over anyone and anything always. and he’s been praying just the same.

after all that you want to talk about school??

magical ecology. major & muggle ecology minor in addition to being the it boy of gryffindor’s varcity swim team . . .

major & minor requirements . . .

➜ MATH 11A ➜ MATH 11B ➜ STAT 1A

➜ CHEM 1A ➜ POTI 1A

➜ BIO 1A ➜ BIO 1B (basic biology)

➜ BIO 13 . . . (magical biology)

➜ ECOL 1A ➜ EVOL 1A

➜ BIO & ECOL electives of your choice (14 in total)

school structure. average four years for most degree paths, 3 trimesters each year, average of 2-4 classes per trimester (depending on classes with labs). students rarely have classes on fridays, there’s a M/W & T/Th schedule. two week long winter break, three month long summer break. no spring break. many professors! more than one professor per department or type of course (people go to college to work at this place). hospitality and living in small but main part of castle. classrooms for each department in separate larger wings of castle connected by bridges on several floors. there’s a wizard town nearby, with shops and foods as well as easy access to transportation to muggle and wizard cities. there’s a few buildings and fields that house places for sports. and clubs take place in empty rooms scattered across campus. all hogwarts + affiliated wizarding secondary schools students are guaranteed admission and food and lodging is free. magical adults who did not attend affiliated wizarding secondary schools or haven’t attended one in 10+ years must pay a small teeny weeny admissions fee.

varsity swim team @ hogwarts . . .

competitive endurance and sprint swimming focuses on speed and precise technique in straight line swimming

☰ competitions held indoors in The Enchanted Pool

– it is self-regulating : the water and pressure adjusts so all swimmers are at an equal playing field. so as not to stress certain swimmers in case of excelled strength of competitors, the coaches put swimmers into classes similar to “weight classes”

– it has a bubble finish : when a swimmer finishes and wins a race their lane will produce bubbles

– competition pools have underwater viewing windows

– varsity level competitions allow for pre-approved and limited spells to improve muscle recovery in between rounds

– race formats include : 50 meter dash (sprint) , 100 & 200 meter sprints (endurance) , medley sprint (4 strokes) , relay races (teams)

– hogwarts houses compete against each other but the university also plays against other universities with a rare team up of houses

›› WEST : wizarding engineering science & technology

a program for STEM (science, technology, engineering, & math major) students at hogwarts university. gives students access to stem field trip opportunities, internship opportunities, STEM specialized tutors, and any additional help students may need as STEM majors

dedicated to @g1rlsp1ckins bc she dt’d me in hers and these are literally our realities 🥹💕

© rrezshifts last updated. 03/30/2025

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interpret this however you want

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Prompt 31 - Boom

@jegulus-microfic March 31, Word count 490

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Sirius was being oddly polite to Regulus. He was trying and Regulus was determined to try as well. 

The little feast was going down well. Sirius hadn’t been lying about Remus’s hunger for the chocolate cake. He’d made his way through half of it before anyone noticed. James took it off him and split the remainder between them. 

“I’d eat that quick,” James nodded at the thick slice on the plate he passed over to Regulus. 

Stuffed and unable to move, they told stories and listened to Sirius’s records. It was only when James was telling them about the Veela they’d been to watch in the village that Regulus remembered about Édith Piaf. He got up and went over to the shelf where Sirius kept all his records. Regulus was surprised by the sheer volume of them. He’d had no idea his brother loved muggle music this much. He leaned in and read the spines, his finger trailing over each until it paused on one towards the end and pulled it out. No one was paying attention to him, so he carefully lifted the needle off the T-Rex album that was playing, moved the vinyl out of the way and slipped Édith Piaf’s out of its sleeve and placed it on the turntable. He lifted the arm and the disk began to spin. There was a small amount of crackling and then Édith Piaf’s hauntingly beautiful voice filled the small space. The room fell silent as they all listened.

“Nice choice,” Sirius said, suddenly behind him. “Any reason you picked that one?” Regulus nodded. 

“I listened to it in France,” Sirius beamed at him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. 

“Come on, Reggie, I hid a lemon tart for you,” Regulus’s mouth watered as he walked with Sirius back to their little group. 

Regulus was licking the lemon curd out of the sweet pastry case, something he would never do in any company other than the ones he was with, while Sirius told them about a prank he was planning. “I think we could go so much bigger than we have been,” he chatted excitedly. His arms had been quite animated and when he said bigger, he flung his arms out and knocked over a full pitcher of pumpkin juice. The sticky juice spread across the floor and under Sirius’s bed. A hissing noise emanated from below the hanging bedsheet. Sirius’s eyes bulged out of his head as he lunged to his feet, dragging Remus along with him. “Scarper!” He yelped as the first firework wizzed into the room. James grabbed Regulus and Peter turned into Wormtail, scurrying across the room and under the gap in the door as Sirius’s last box of Dr Filibuster’s fabulous wet-start, no-heat fireworks went off with a rafter shaking boom. Sparks in all the colours rained down on them. 

“SIRIUS BLACK!” Professor McGonagal’s shout echoed through the Gryffindor common room. 

“Oops,” Sirius winced. 

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