#fic: most noble

[killinbills]

how about george and mia ? do they have kids?

yesss they do! these don’t have faceclaims but let me introduce the two weasley girls, emilia and orion.

emilia weasley is a capricorn and like her mum, is obsessed with fashion. she’s sorted into gryffindor and once she starts her newts, she decides she wants to become a healer. she also loves astrology and campaigns to have it as an extra subject at newt level.

two years younger, there’s orion weasley.

orion’s a gemini hufflepuff and a bit of a social butterfly. she’s the seeker of her quidditch team and plans all of their parties after their wins, decorating the common room and making different themes. like her grandad, she loves muggle rock, and on weekends during her newts, she sneaks out of school to work in a muggle record shop in edinburgh (where she then goes to gigs and makes her secret group of muggle friends).

emilia’s fave song is girl almighty by one direction (it takes her a while to admit this) and orion’s is anything bowie.

ask me questions!

… or, ask me about my ships and their children!<3

[ttroubledwaters]

what IFFFF instead of sirius leaving regulus, regulus BEGGED sirius to get out. sirius was dying and he refused to die without his brother near him so he tried to refuse when regulus told him to go but then regulus pretended to turn on sirius. "I hate you" type shit so sirius left. really angsty shit ya know. CANON OR NOT WHO GIVES A FUCK NOTHING FROM THE MARAUDERS IS CANON I JUST THOUGHT THATS BE A COOL IDEA FOR EXTRA ANGST IN A FIC.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

12 Grimmauld Place Floor Plan

So, I like making floor plans, so, I decided to go back to the books to find all the information I could regarding the layout of 12 Grimmauld Place. The following post is all the collected quotes divided into floors and rooms and notes about some additional rooms that are likely part of the layout due to it being a 19th-century townhouse in London. I also added a quick sketch of the floor plan, it's very basic, but it gets the point across, I think.

This is something I made for my own fic purposes, but anyone writing HP fics might find it useful too.

Basement

This is the floor we know the least about. See, the upper floors of townhouses were usually smaller, while the basement sprawled way more since it needed to include various rooms for all the servants, a pantry, a scullery, a still room, a kitchen, a cellar, a coal room to power the gas lights and more.

1. Kitchen

Harry, who had expected a better welcome, noted how hard and bitter Sirius’s voice sounded. He followed his godfather to the bottom of the stairs and through a door leading into the basement kitchen. (OotP)

I assume next to the staircase there is a door leading to the basement stairs and that the Impervious Charm was cast on it for this to make sense:

“Tonks told me how to find out,” said Ginny. “You just chuck stuff at the door and if it can’t make contact the door’s been Imperturbed. I’ve been flicking Dungbombs at it from the top of the stairs and they just soar away from it, so there’s no way the Extendable Ears will be able to get under the gap.” (OotP)

2. A pantry exists and connects with a door to the kitchen:

Mrs. Weasley was the only person in the basement when they arrived there. She was standing at the stove and sounded as though she had a bad head cold when she wished them Merry Christmas, and they all averted their eyes. “So, this is Kreacher’s bedroom?” said Ron, strolling over to a dingy door in the corner opposite the pantry which Harry had never seen open. (OotP)

3. Opposite the pantry there is Kreacher's "room":

Harry peered inside. Most of the cupboard was taken up with a very large and old-fashioned boiler, but in the foot’s space underneath the pipes Kreacher had made himself something that looked like a nest. A jumble of assorted rags and smelly old blankets were piled on the floor and the small dent in the middle of it showed where Kreacher curled up to sleep every night. (OotP)

I assume the "old-fashioned boiler" is a copper boiler/wash copper (used for washing clothes at home before the washing machine) and that this is the scullery. The scullery was often attached to the kitchen or close to it and used to wash dishes and/or launder clothes, hence why the washing boiler is there.

4. Coal Cellar / Coal Vault

Since Harry mentions gas laps:

He heard a soft hissing noise and then old-fashioned gas lamps sputtered into life all along the walls (OotP)

These gaslamps would need to be poured by combustion, in the UK, the type of gas most often used was coal gas, which was still used in the UK into the 1970s. Many Victorian houses in London had a vault/cellar for storing coal in the basement to power these gas lights.

The basement is likely larger and probably includes a:

5. Wine Cellar

6. A still room (Was used to make household concoctions, from distilling alcohol, making candles, smoking foods, making medicine to literally anything else you need in your home. It's possible in a wizard house this room is basically a small Potion's lab).

7. Larder(s) (cold rooms to store perishables like meat or milk but also pastries and bread by the 18th century).

Potentially any other number of store rooms.

Ground Floor

1. Narrow entrance crridor:

He heard a soft hissing noise and then old-fashioned gas lamps sputtered into life all along the walls, casting a flickering insubstantial light over the peeling wallpaper and threadbare carpet of a long, gloomy hallway, where a cobwebby chandelier glimmered overhead and age-blackened portraits hung crooked on the walls. (Ootp)

2. Staircase Hallway (large opening above that the kids look through)

The three of them looked cautiously over the banisters. The gloomy hallway below was packed with witches and wizards, including all of Harry’s guard. They were whispering excitedly together. (OotP)

The staircase is at the end of the entrance corridor:

Pressing her finger to her lips, she led him on tiptoes past a pair of long, moth-eaten curtains, behind which Harry supposed there must be another door, and after skirting a large umbrella stand that looked as though it had been made from a severed troll’s leg, they started up the dark staircase, passing a row of shrunken heads mounted on plaques on the wall. A closer look showed Harry that the heads belonged to house-elves. All of them had the same rather snoutlike nose. (OotP)

The entrance to the kitchen (and basement as a whole. Likely it's just the door to the servants' staircase) is across the staircase hall:

“We’re eating down in the kitchen,” Mrs. Weasley whispered, meeting them at the bottom of the stairs. “Harry, dear, if youll just tiptoe across the hall, it’s through this door here — ” (OotP)

And visible from the Entrance Hall:

There were hurried footsteps and Ron’s mother, Mrs. Weasley, emerged from a door at the far end of the hall. She was beaming in welcome as she hurried toward them, though Harry noticed that she was rather thinner and paler than she had been last time he had seen her. (OotP)

3. Dining Room

They moved from the drawing room to a dining room on the ground floor where they found spiders large as saucers lurking in the dresser (Ron left the room hurriedly to make a cup of tea and did not return for an hour and a half). The china, which bore the Black crest and motto, was all thrown unceremoniously into a sack by Sirius, and the same fate met a set of old photographs in tarnished silver frames, all of whose occupants squealed shrilly as the glass covering them smashed. (OotP)

4. Possibly a parlor.

A drawing room is basically the family living room (although it could be used for hosting larger company), but it tends to be less grand than the parlor. The parlor would be a sitting room, usually on the ground floor that is meant to show off to guests. It's usually grander and more polished. And you know, the Blacks would have an ornate sitting room to show off to guests.

5. Maybe a library, but a library could also be on the first floor or even in the basement if they wanted a particularly large one.

First Floor

1. Drawing Room (essentially the living room)

Harry and Ron, who had dressed and breakfasted quickly, entered the drawing room, a long, high-ceilinged room on the first floor with olive- green walls covered in dirty tapestries. (OotP)

2. Bathroom

Harry hurried up the stairs to the hall and then to the first landing, where he dashed into the bathroom and bolted the door again. Grunting with pain, he slumped over the black basin with its taps in the form of open-mouthed serpents and closed his eyes. . . . (DH)

Depending on when this bathroom was installed, it's very possible it's a larger room (the size of a bedroom) and not a small bathroom as that's what they did in the 19th-century when indoor plumbing was first introduced — transformed less used rooms into water closets.

As Harry, Ron, and Hermione all comfortably stand inside, it is a larger bathroom for sure (I'm just, not sure how large):

He had shouted out, he knew it. He got up and unbolted the door; Hermione toppled inside at once, regained her balance, and looked around suspiciously. Ron was right behind her, looking unnerved as he pointed his wand into the corners of the chilly bathroom. (DH)

3. The bedroom shared by Hermione and Ginny:

“Asleep, yeah, right,” said Fred in an undertone, after Hermione bade them good night and they were climbing to the next floor. “If Ginny’s not lying awake waiting for Hermione to tell her everything they said downstairs, then I’m a flobberworm...” (OotP)

4. Probably an office/library.

Second Floor

This floor likely has multiple smaller bedrooms. My guess is 4 (2 at the front of the house, 2 at the back):

1. Harry and Ron's bedroom. It could be on the first floor from text alone, I placed it on the second floor to: a) limit the number of bedrooms so they'll have a reason to share in the first place. b) due to how Harry describes the drawing room as being on the first floor, it gives the vibe the room he stays in is on a different floor.

He led the way out of the door and onto the landing, but before they could descend the stairs — “Hold it!” Ron breathed, flinging out an arm to stop Harry and Hermione walking any farther. “They’re still in the hall, we might be able to hear something — ” (OotP)

The following bedrooms are likely on this floor, one of them might be on the third floor though:

2. Bedroom used by Arthur & Molly.

3. Bedroom used by Remus.

4. Bedroom used by Bill.

Third Floor

There are likely 3 bedrooms on this floor.

1. The large master bedroom on one end of the house:

said Sirius, who had just entered the room carrying a bloodstained bag of what appeared to be dead rats. “I’ve just been feeding Buckbeak,” he added, in reply to Harry’s inquiring look. “I keep him upstairs in my mother’s bedroom. Anyway ... this writing desk ...” (OotP)

2. The bedroom Fred and George slept in, as it's mentioned to be upstairs from Harry & Ron's room:

“It would have taken you about thirty seconds longer to walk down the stairs,” said Ron. (OotP)

And when Harry looks down the banister at the Order, he looks up to see Fred and George on the landing above the one he and Ron are on:

A thin piece of flesh-colored string descended in front of Harry’s eyes. Looking up he saw Fred and George on the landing above, cautiously lowering the Extendable Ear toward the dark knot of people below. A moment later, however, they began to move toward the front door and out of sight. (OotP)

This also means there is a large opening around the stairs up to the third floor (and perhaps above).

3. Another bedroom for other Order members to crash / one of the bedrooms I placed on the first floor is actually here and the spare bedroom is on the first floor (or it's a bathroom). As Hermione says they cleaned most of the bedrooms:

“We have,” said Hermione quickly. “We’ve been decontaminating this house, it’s been empty for ages and stuff’s been breeding in here. We’ve managed to clean out the kitchen, most of the bedrooms, and I think we’re doing the drawing room tomo — AARGH!” (OotP)

It's possible this is one of the bedrooms they haven't cleared out yet (along with Sirius and Regulus' rooms upstairs).

Fourth Floor

This floor only has two bedrooms across from each other:

1. Sirius' bedroom

Harry continued up the stairs until he reached the topmost landing, where there were only two doors. The one facing him bore a nameplate reading SIRIUS. (DH)

2. Regulus' bedroom

He agreed, but grudgingly, and followed her out onto the landing and past the second door that led off it. There were deep scratch marks in the paintwork below a small sign that he had not noticed in the dark. (DH)

They moved over the threshold together, gazing around. Regulus’s bedroom was slightly smaller than Sirius’s, though it had the same sense of former grandeur. (DH)

It's possible this fourth floor has more rooms. This floor was often used for the nursery and the maid/nurse who took care of the children there. In a wizard house, there will be no need for a maid room, though, so it's possible Regulus' room was originally meant to be a maid room.

Floor Plan

I made a quick sketch of more or less what Grimmauld Place's floor plan would look like. More or less, this isn't perfect (Maybe I could make it in the sims, or make a better plan and edit/reblog it here later).

Some notes:

Usually, the basement would have rooms for the servants. As wizards don't really give their house-elves rooms, I just added a large library underground.

I added a library/office on the first floor since it's kinda functioning as both. It's an office with bookcases basically in my headcanon, but it can be whatever you want it to be.

The rectangular "area" that exists on all floors right above the main staircase is an open area where daylight can enter and allow windows for light in interior rooms that weren't on either end of the house. And ventilation for the larders.

I also included a small garden and the attached stables and coach house, which I assume isn't used as a stables/coach house. I put a greenhouse there that is in a unusable state by OotP, but it could really be anything.

I have no idea what they did with the loft above the coach house/stables if they had one, hence why I left it empty.

The bedrooms for the adults (Remus, Arthur & Molly, and Bill) can shift between their locations and also one of them could be the spare bedroom on the third floor. I change who's where often enough, this sketch is just to get the idea of how much space I'm working with.

Harry mentioned hearing footsteps of the Order coming upstairs after their meeting, so I put his and Ron's room next to the stairs.

Regulus is room can be passed by on the way to the stairs from Sirius' room, so I tried to get that to work.

[a-great-tragedy]

The thing about the Black brothers is that they both want the same things in a way. Sirius wants to be accepted by the order. He wants them to see that he’s not like the rest of his family, that he’s a good person, who’s capable of doing good things.

Regulus wants to be accepted by his family. He wants them to be proud of him. To prove that he won’t be a disappointment like his brother. That’s why he does everything they say, following along blindly (until it’s too late).

They both want so badly to be loved, they do everything to appeal to others. And what do they get in return? Nothing. Sirius gets thrown into Azkaban for a crime he didn’t commit, making him seem like just another member of the Black family. Regulus finally realizes his family will never love him and tries to make things right, resulting in his death. They’re two sides of the same coin.

[thatmoonspell]

My first piece of fan art. My baby Regulus Black 🌙 ✨ Oil paint on 8x8 canvas. So excited to paint more HP pieces! 🤍

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[curiouslymyown]

“Walburga’s a+ parenting” used as a tag for child abuse will never not be funny to me

[faeyells]

Would y’all read a short sparsely updated fic where Remus is a time traveler from modern times who keeps running into immortal Sirius?

Cause I wrote the first interaction and I like it :)

It would be a series of interactions, only when they are near each other, the other stuff would be hinted at (unless you guys want something else) and it would be over a span of years.

So, Sirius is Gaul originally and ages really slowly, like some ancient, royal vampire thing idk, I came up with this like half an hour ago and wrote it almost immediately, and Remus is just an 11yo kid from 2017 who found a cool thing on his dads desk and thought it was a fidget spinner (he gets less modernised later).

(Also remus is disabled and has to deal with what that means in medieval times)

(This is an indulgence of me wanting to put them in different situations)

Yeah.

I will be making promotion post so ignore me for a while

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[kingstarkingslay]

“ anything for my moony” except Sirius is a mafia boss/ billionaire boyfriend who’ll get Remus everything he wants

[aisiedaisie]

hello!! I was wondering about if you'd be interested in writing a regulus black / sirius black x reader ff where reader is learning french but is terribly horrendous at it

No pressure pooks🙏

Hello hello~!!! Thank you, thank you, thank you for this idea!!! As soon as I saw this ask I knew I had to write it immediately. Now, like the reader in this fic, my French is terrible... I haven’t touched it in years— aside from the occasional Duolingo lesson— so I’m sure my grammar will be all over the place. Hopefully, it’s not too bad, but fingers crossed!

Paring: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

WC: 1.2k

How has it come to this?

You’re perched on the couch in the cozy but slightly chaotic living room of your shared flat, flanked by Sirius and his younger brother, Regulus. Sirius— your boyfriend of six months —leans forward, scribbling something onto a notepad, his dark hair tumbling into his face as he mutters phrases under his breath. Beside you, Regulus sits cross-legged with the air of a reluctant tutor, his sharp features softened by uncharacteristic patience. 

Together, they are attempting what feels impossible: cramming basic French into your overwhelmed brain before you face what you can only describe as a gauntlet— meeting the Black family matriarch.

The mere thought of her sends a shiver down your spine. 

When she found out Sirius was in a relationship—and that she hadn’t been informed— she had, predictably, thrown a fit.

The result? An invitation, that felt more like a summons, to the infamous Black family home for Christmas. As if meeting your boyfriend’s parents weren’t already intimidating enough, there was a catch: she was said to be excruciatingly, almost maliciously picky.

Sirius hadn’t minced words about it, either. “She won’t like you,” he’d said bluntly the night the invitation, if you could call it that, had arrived. “Don’t take it personally. She doesn’t like anyone.”

Which was, of course, impossible to not take personally.

So here you were, cramming vocabulary in a desperate attempt to win even a sliver of her approval. If learning French wasn’t already difficult enough, doing it under the critical eye of the Black brothers was verging on impossible.

“Non, non,” Regulus corrects gently, his tone calm but firm as he watches frustration creep into your features.

You glare at the notepad in Sirius’ lap. The word rencontrer stares back at you like a stubborn enemy, taunting you with its refusal to stick. Sirius seems to sense your despair, because he sets his pen down and shifts closer, his hand moving in soothing circles over your back.

“I’m never going to get this right,” you groan, dropping your face into your hands. The muffled words escape from between your fingers. “Spanish wasn’t this hard. Why is this so hard?”

“You’re doing much better than you think, love,” Sirius says, his voice warm and low, a balm against your growing nerves.

“She might not even say anything in French,” Regulus offers, his tone neutral as though trying not to spook you.

“But it’s her first language,” you counter, peeking at him from between your hands with a pleading look.

Sirius exhales, setting the notepad aside entirely. “You’ll be fine,” he assures you, pulling you gently against his side. You don’t resist. Resting your head on his shoulder feels infinitely better than wrestling with foreign syllables.

“Honestly, you’ll probably win over our dad faster than her anyway,”

“But it’s your mom,” you mumble, the thought of disappointing her settling heavy in your chest.

“She’s probably making a fuss because she needs something to complain about,” Regulus says dryly, his mouth quirking in a half-smile. He gestures toward Sirius with a nod. “And let’s be real... he doesn’t care about her opinion.”

You let out a heavy sigh, knowing he’s right. You’ve heard enough about Sirius’ tumultuous relationship with his parents to know their approval— or lack thereof —means little to him. Still, it doesn’t ease the gnawing anxiety in your stomach. The idea of stepping into that house, of facing her scrutiny, feels like walking into a viper pit.

“Why don’t you try again?” Regulus suggests gently, patting your knee in what you suspect is meant to be a comforting gesture. Though awkward, the effort is endearing. “It’s probably just nerves messing you up.”

You exhale deeply, then nod. Sitting here with them helps—at least somewhat—but their fluency feels like a spotlight highlighting your every misstep. You don’t want to keep fumbling in front of them, even if they’re patient about it.

“C’est un plaisir de vous re—” The words stumble awkwardly on your tongue, frustration bubbling over. “FUCK!” you burst out, dragging out the offending syllable slowly. “Rencontrer, Madame Black.”

Sirius loses it, muffling his laughter behind his hand while Regulus shoots him a sharp glare, clearly unimpressed with his amusement.

“Rencontrer,” Regulus repeats slowly, his voice calm and encouraging.

“Rencontrer,” you echo, focusing hard to mimic his deliberate pronunciation.

“Perfect,” Sirius chimes in, his grin softening as he finally reins in his giggles. “Now just a bit faster, love.”

You shoot him a look, your narrowed eyes more playful than annoyed. “I feel like I’m just free entertainment for you right now.”

Sirius smirks, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your temple. “You’re always free entertainment for me.”

“Je t’aime tellement,” he adds quickly, the French phrase rolling off his tongue effortlessly.

You roll your eyes in exasperation. “Je te déteste tellement,” you counter, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.

Sirius freezes, his expression twisting into mock offense. “YOU CAN BARELY SAY RENCONTRER, BUT YOU CAN TELL ME YOU HATE ME?!?” His voice rises incredulously, his hands flying up in sheer disbelief.

Regulus lasts all of two seconds before dissolving into laughter. “How do you even know how to say that?” he manages between wheezing breaths.

You shrug nonchalantly. “You two say it all the time.”

Sirius lets out an exaggerated groan, throwing his head back as Regulus dissolves into laughter again, shaking so hard he nearly falls off the couch.

“Oh my God,” Regulus wheezes, doubling over with laughter. “The one fluent phrase you know is I hate you!” His laughter turns into something closer to a breathless gasp, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes. His sheer amusement is contagious, and despite your frustration, you can’t help but crack a smile.

“Just—just don’t say that to our mom right off the bat,” Sirius interjects, fighting his own grin as he waves a hand. “If she says something awful, then by all means, go for it, but—”

You whirl toward him, eyes wide in mock outrage. “I would never!”

“Oh no, please do,” Regulus manages, wiping the tears from his face with the heel of his hand. “I’d pay good money to see that.”

“Je te déteste… you both,” you mutter, your attempt to insult them in French as clumsy as it is endearing. The effort only sets them off again, Sirius and Regulus laughing so hard you can’t help but join in.

“Je t'aime aussi, mon cœur,” Sirius teases, his voice full of affection as he leans down to press a kiss to the top of your head.

“Get a room,” Regulus groans, though the lack of any real annoyance in his tone makes his words land more as a joke.

“You’re in our home,” Sirius fires back without missing a beat.

That’s it— you lose it. Laughter bubbles out of you, breaking through the tension that had knotted your shoulders all evening. Sirius smirks triumphantly at your reaction, his arm pulling you closer, while Regulus just groans again, throwing himself back against the couch with dramatic flair.

In this moment, as the three of you laugh together, the anxiety about meeting the Black family fades ever so slightly. 

It will return, but for now, there’s only warmth, humor, and the feeling that maybe— just maybe —you can get through this together.

 Hopefully…

[killinbills]

what do you think would have happened if your hp ocs weren't put in their original house? would things have changed?

ooooh fun!!

fianna famously would’ve been in slytherin, which defo would’ve changed things. i think she would’ve still become friends with georgia because their brothers were friends and fate and stuff, but i think salome would’ve influenced her waaaaay more. maybe she’d get a little bit cocky for a while and feel super paranoid about living a double life as a slytherin it girl and a half-blood. i don’t think she would’ve been friends with regulus (i feel like he would’ve given her the cold shoulder when they were younger, and she would’ve found his friendship group arrogant) but the swan song plot would still happen — i think fee would’ve just felt more conflicted about helping in case she accidentally outed herself to salome as a half-blood. (but then she would’ve broken away from them anyway bc death eaters are bad lol)

holly would’ve been in ravenclaw! so her plot wouldn’t have involved her stuff with the slytherins as much. i feel like she wouldn’t have been friends with pansy and maybe even with draco? and she would’ve been way more open about being friends with harry because she wouldn’t have the slytherins’ pressure

mia probably would’ve been gryffindor. i’d like to think she’d still be friends with cedric but i’d imagine she’d end up in the same friendship group as briar and the twins.

briar would’ve been hufflepuff! so maybe her and mia would’ve swapped friends? (an enemies to lovers for briar and fred where she’s cedric’s bestie would’ve been so cute omg)

livvy would be ravenclaw, so i doubt he’d be friends with draco and the slytherins? i can’t think of any ravenclaws in his year so idk who he’d be friends with lol (maybe just him and holly are besties)

emilia would’ve been gryffindor (still a disappointment to her family lol). i feel like she would’ve been really close with lily and her friends. she probably would’ve found sirius annoying because he’d be constantly near her lol but i’d imagine he’d start to fancy her around fifth year and make any excuse to spend time with her. i think sirius would pretend he wasn’t as down bad as james for lily, but secretly he was and just tried to be more discrete about it (like he’d never admit it, but he’d always be disappointed if she didn’t show up to parties etc). then maybe the mean spirits plot would happen but they’d already be automatically more acquainted than in the fic

ask me questions!🩷

[heaven4lostgirls]

prompt: spring @black-brothers-microfic word count: 623

cw: mentions of depression, implied moonwater + prongsfoot

“you sure you don’t want to join us?” sirius’ voice is hesitant. his frame barely pushing past the boundary of the bedroom door frame he’s leant against.

regulus is grateful he’s not pushing as much as he used to.

he’s also aware of how much self control it’s taking his older brother to not tug him out from under the covers to coddle him like he would when he was a kid.

“i’m right here reggie, i’m not going anywhere” sirius promises and regulus fights the urge to turn around as he hears sirius’ voice quiver.

his depression doesn’t normally hit during the warmer months, spring is up and coming and regulus thought the worst of it would be gone with the melting snow on the ground.

how he wished that was the truth.

instead, he woke up today with a a lump in his throat, the telltale sign that he felt the urge to cry but couldn’t.

a weary tiredness grew in his bones and he knew then and there that he wasn’t going to make it out of his bed today.

he’d made plans with sirius, remus and james to take a walk out to the park to see if the ducks had come back but there was no way he’d find the energy to drag himself out of bed and fake it for a few hours.

there’s two sets of footsteps coming up the stairs that echo and reverberate around regulus’ skull.

his eyes clench shut in pain as he lets out an unconscious whimper.

there’s quick shuffling before sirius is sitting behind him on the bed, anxiety rippling off of him in waves.

“reggie?” he whispers before the footsteps reach the open door to his room.

regulus peaks one eye open and half-heartedly turns to see sirius biting his lip anxiously.

“can i lay with you?” sirius whispers, and from the corner of his eye regulus can catch the soft yet concerned forms of james potter and remus lupin.

regulus only gives a small nod, eyes dry and close to watering before sirius is clambering over the duvet to lie next to regulus and tug him into his chest.

regulus snuggles closer with a small sigh as he feels a lone tear trickle down his cheek.

he catches the worried gazes of remus and james and with a small nod of acceptance, they both shuffle their way through the doorway and make their way on to the bed.

james lies with his face on sirius stomach, facing regulus with a soft smile and arms that are placed on his hip tracing small circular patterns.

remus shuffles to lay behind regulus, tugging the smaller boys lower half closer to him to intertwine their legs as his hands play with his hair.

regulus is overwhelmed by the love and comfort in the room and before he can stop himself, he’s sniffling and hiding his face in his brothers shirt.

“oh reg!” sirius groans, in faux-annoyance as a smile grows on his face.

regulus only wipes his snotty nose into sirius’ black shirt in retaliation which has sirius pinching his ear in revenge.

“you little shit” sirius goes to tug regulus up to wrestle with him playfully but remus just sighs as he tugs regulus back towards him as james stretches to contain sirius.

both brothers struggle for a bit before relinquishing to their partners.

“love you” regulus mumbles, to no one specific but they all smile at the sentiment.

remus presses a kiss to the back of his head in response while james squeezes his hip.

sirius however just smiles at him, the same way he did when he caught sight of regulus after he had run away from grimmauld place.

[writtenicarus]

Regulus black would SCREAM family line in the shower

[writing-by-sunset-7]

Welcome Home

Word Count: 502

Warnings: Mentions of eating, that's it (unless you count tooth rotting fluff)

Synopsis: Regulus comes home stressed from work. Reader comfort with affection and a home-made meal.

The smell of white sauce had me taken when the door creaked open and was deftly slammed shut. Through the drifting steam of the pot, I spotted the lean figure of Regulus kicking off his shoes and dropping his briefcase on the sofa, while cursing under his breath. 

He was about to sit down when his eyes met mine and in an instant, be was wrapping me in a hug from behind, almost knocking the ladel out of my hand.

"Rough day, darling?" My hand slid into his hair to ruffle it. He hummed in response, sighing deeply into my neck, his embrace tightening.

"I'm making your favourite today. Go take a shower and join me for dinner." His curls twisted around my fingers as he let out a whine.

"What?" I chuckled.

"But you're here.... missed you too much to leave you right now and I don't want to shower yet. It's cold!" His brows drew into a frown as he pouted at me. He just looked too adorable for me to not give him a quick peck on the lips.

"Aw, someone is feeling clingy." I grasped his arm, leading him to the dining table. 

"Alright, sit here. Eat first, then take a shower." I quickly served the food and as was the ritual on days he came in sour, I slipped the first bite between his lips. His eyes lit up immediately. 

"Merlin, this is amazing. What kind of magic do you have in your hands, woman?" He smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners. It was at moments like these that he looked the most beautiful— his face painted with joy and comfort.

"Love. My love for you." I muttered after some time, upon realising that I had been mooning over him. Placing a kiss on his cheek, I asked, "So, what happened at work?" 

As he ate, he filled me up on all the office politics and partiality while he toyed with my fingers. On finishing his rant, he tackled me in a bone crushing hug. 

"Still clingy?" I muttered, leaning into the kisses that he peppered all over my face. He responded by muffling my words, sealing our lips together. He held my bottom lip between his, caressing it with love. We came apart for air, his ragged breaths fanning my face as he whispered, "Thank you for making this house a home. Thank you for teaching me the real meaning of love." 

His palms held my waist firmly as my hands went to cradle his face. 

"Oh but, what shall one do which is nobler than eternally loving the man who gave me the family, the love, the home, which I had never dared to dream of before?" 

With that, our lips connected again, teeth upon teeth, tongues laguid against one another, exhalations that spoke of gratitude and above all, of an ardent devotion between lovers. 

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A/N: English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes.

[sadlynotthevoid]

Crack idea here: LCF modern AU with magic where og!Cale accidentally gains a swordmaster aura after way too many hours of playing beat saber.

Cale: *intensely playing the same game for 74th time this (new) year*

Cale's body: *starts exuding glowing mist*

Cale:

Hans, who just opened the door: Excuse me, young mas— Hhh...

Hans: Madam Violan!!!

[sun-kissy]

thank you to the lovely girl who requested for this on wattpad! <3

a hundred times over | s.b.

tw: dried blood, fluff, teensy bit of jily

evans! reader, sirius black x reader (when he ends up escaping to the Potters’)

Lying lazily on the couch in the Potters’ mansion, you tear a strip of paper and chew it in your mouth before shooting a spitball at James, giggling as he grumbled and swatted it away.

He was busy making small talk with your sister, as she tried to look annoyed but was hopelessly failing, what with the pink coating her cheeks. Lily was just as much in love with James as he was in with her, that much was obvious for everyone to see. Meanwhile, Remus was propped up on his elbows in front of the fireplace, his eyes locked on the storybook in front of him while Peter sat on the other end of the couch, face scrunched up in concentration as he tried to master a spell he learnt recently.

Everything felt right, spending the holidays with your twin and best friends. But the gnawing hole in your heart made you realise that something was missing, or rather someone - Sirius. You knew he’d never be able to spend the holidays at James’ place because of his horribly abusive family, but a small part of you missed his constant teasing and flirting. You found yourself aching to see that easy smirk which hung from his lips, and the stormy grey eyes which plagued your mind a little too frequently these days.

Sighing, you quit annoying James and flopped onto your back, gazing at the ceiling. “Moony?” you mumble. Everyone turns to look at you except him, as he hums in response, too engrossed in his book. “Do you think Pads is okay?” you ask quietly, the dark thoughts starting to get the better of you. Why hadn’t he written all summer? Remus frowns, tearing his eyes away from the page to glance at you, “Why wouldn’t he be-“

At that moment, the fire crackled loudly and turned a fiery blue as everyone swiveled their heads to look. A boy covered in dried blood and soot stepped out, a suitcase in one hand a broken wand in the other. His eyes looked stripped of their light, hazy as they darted around the room. It didn’t take long for Y/n and the rest to register their dark-haired friend swaying unsteadily in front of them, his eyes barely open.

You felt your heart jump to your mouth as he swayed forward. “SIRIUS!” you gasped, lurching forward to catch his arms just as he was about to crumble to the ground. Remus jumped up to help you lower him to the floor, taking a shaky breath as he grabbed your trembling hand and squeezed it reassuringly. James was anything but calm, his eyes wide in horror as he shakily yelled for his mother upstairs. Peter and Lily sat there with matching dumbfounded expressions, your sister letting out a shocked squeak.

You feel the tears start to well up in your eyes, terrifying thoughts running through your mind. You couldn’t lose him. Not now. Not ever. You couldn’t live without Sirius.

As though she could read your mind, Lily stood up and came towards you, gently grabbing your hand and pulling you away from Sirius towards the kitchen. You saw Euphemia flash you a small, reassuring smile as she helped Sirius into a spare room to treat him.

Your sister gently turned your head towards her, and you felt the lump forming in your throat. “He’s gonna be okay,” Lily murmured, squeezing your hands as you let out a small sob, clamping a hand over your mouth. She immediately pulled your trembling body into hers in a warm embrace as you muttered incoherently. “I… I can’t lose him… I love him too much.”

She just hums in response and rubs your back until your cries slow. “James’ mom is a great healer, you know? One of the best,” she says quietly. You sniffle, pulling away and wiping the tears off your face. “I know. I don’t know why I’m overreacting this much.”

She smiles softly, “Because you love him, duh.” You look away, your cheeks starting to turn red. “No I don’t,” you mutter, just as James comes into the kitchen, relief written all over his face. “Hey, Y/n, he’s better now. You can go see him if you want to.”

Lily nods at you as you take a deep breath, following James as he brings you to the room. You enter to see Sirius propped up against the headboard, his black curls all over the place and bandages wrapped on at least four different parts of his body. His eyes look up to meet yours, and you felt your whole world shift as you rush forward to wrap him in a bone-crushing hug.

“Wanker,” you whisper, squeezing Sirius tightly as he chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around you. “Hey gorgeous,” he sighs. “Missed me?”

You smack his back lightly and he lets out an exaggerated yelp of pain, making you giggle. You cling to him tightly, soaking in the warmth of his embrace which you longed to feel for so long. “I missed you.” he murmurs, his playful exterior finally melting away as he breathes in the scent of you.

You just snuggle more into him in response, unable to say anything. “I thought I lost you,” you finally say, pulling away slightly to hold him at arms length. You trail your eyes over his features, the light stubble that had settled on his chin and those metallic eyes you knew so well. He grins that same grin you want to wake up to for the rest of your life. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily, sweetheart.”

As you both sit there in silence, taking in each other’s features after being starved of the other’s presence for weeks, you find yourself slowly inching towards him. You were lost in the storm that was his eyes, and he was gazing at the art that was your face.

Sirius reached out his hand to cup your cheek and you could hear your heartbeat quicken, thundering in your ears as he grazed his thumb over your lips. You let your eyelids flutter close and let out a content sigh, him taking that as his final confirmation as he leaned forward and gently pressed his lips on yours.

Fireworks explode in your heart as you melt into the kiss. One hand automatically goes up to cup his cheek, the other threading through his hair. His lips were chapped, his skin rough, and his hair knotted. Sirius was a mess right now, but he was your mess. Yours. This was all you ever wanted, and all you ever needed.

You finally break the kiss, feeling butterflies churning in the pit of your stomach as you pull away to smile at him. Sirius grins, resting his forehead against yours as he rubs his thumb over your cheek. “If I knew almost dying would make you fall in love with me, I’d do it a hundred times over.”

[faeyells]

The drawing and the ref.

Narcissa :). I’ll draw Alice next.

@bemusedrodent