#long live sirius black III

[bearswithaxes]

don't believe in christianity I believe in sirius black

[ellecdc]

All's Fair in Love & Chaos (IV)

fourth installment ( I - II - III)

a short blurb style mini-series in collaboration with @unstablereader no real plot, just vibes and comedy.

Synopsis: soulmate au, everyone's soulmate's initials become visible on their wrist when the last person in the bond 'comes of age' (I've left the age ambiguous because their may be mature insinuations later on in the story). As luck would have it, and much to everyone's horror; it appeared that you, Barty Crouch Junior, and Sirius Black were soulmates

poly!DeathStar x fem!reader

“This is getting confusing.” Peter whined petulantly as the Marauders stepped into the Great Hall and surveyed the various tables. “We used to just wake up, go to the Great Hall, and sit at the Gryffindor table.”

“It’s good to broaden your horizons, wormy!” James offered with a hearty pat on Peter’s shoulder. 

Luckily for them, it appeared that everyone’s respective soulmates were sitting at the Slytherin table this morning. 

Unluckily for Sirius, it appeared that everyone’s respective soulmates were sitting at the Slytherin table this morning. 

“Nothing but the best for my girl!” Marlene proclaimed as Dorcas rolled her eyes fondly. 

“What? Did you buy her the best medication for your various sexually transmitted diseases?” Sirius taunted as he sat down beside you earning him a heavy kick in the shin courtesy of Marlene’s combat boots.

“Don’t be crass, Black.” Dorcas drawled. “She’s throwing me a birthday party.”

“A party?” James chimed in. “When? Where? Are we invited?”

Marlene playfully (though extremely aggressively) shoved James in the shoulder, which James had to massage when she was no longer looking as Dorcas answered him.

“Yes, yes. You’ve all been invited. Or, rather, your soulmates have been invited, and they were told to bring theirs, so.” 

Peter harrumphed as he poked around in his porridge bowl. 

“You’re invited too, Pete; don’t worry.” Marlene called over, earning her a smile that seemed to take a bit too much effort from the Gryffindor boy. 

“Where’re you throwing it? Gryffindor?” Remus asked Marlene.

“No, we’re going to have it in the Room of Requirement! Really deck the place out.” Lily answered for her, pulling out a heft binder that was well and truly over-flowing with party planning paraphernalia. 

“That’ll be fun, yeah? I can pick you up from your common room and we can go together?” Sirius asked you then, only to hear a derisive scoff emanate from your otherside.

“Fat chance, Black. I was here when the invites were shared, she’s going with me.” 

You opened your mouth to interject when Barty pulled you into his side. “Isn’t that right, treasure?” 

“I don’t know why I should have to lose out on my date just because Remus took so bloody long getting out of bed this morning.” Sirius argued over the top of your head. 

“The early niffler gets the gold, Black. I don’t make the rules.” 

Sirius let out an incredulous laugh at that. “You absolutely did make that rule! And every other rule in this sodding relationship! I have to walk around on eggshells sharing her with you.”

“And what do I do? Hm? This isn’t exactly a walk in the park for me to have to listen to your constant nagging and pestering when I’m simply trying to enjoy some quality time with my soulmate.” Barty sneered. 

“She’s our soulmate.” Sirius corrected quickly. 

“Yeah well I’d bloody like to fix that.” Barty muttered.

The entire table was stunned silent when you suddenly slammed both of your hands down onto the top of the table and stood abruptly. 

“I’m tired of this.” You beseeched as you climbed over the bench and stared defiantly at both Sirius and Barty who were now looking up at you in shock. “I am sick and tired of the bickering and the surveillance and the trade offs and the schedules. I'm tired of it! I’m living my life on some timetable that revolves around you,” said as you pointed at Sirius before moving your finger to Barty, “and you. And at the end of the day, there’s no time left for me.” 

You took a shuddering breath but soldiered on, grabbing each of the boys’ wrists (quite painfully, mind you) and flipping them over to expose their soulmate marks. 

“Yes I am both of your soulmates and you are both mine, but you are also eachother’s.” You released their hands and took a step back; your formidable glare falling into something more pained and vulnerable as you began picking at the skin of your nails. “And until you two realise that, or until you can at least pretend to get along for my sake, I don’t want to hang out with either of you.”

Sirius felt like the air had been knocked right out of him as you bent down to retrieve your bag and began walking away. 

“Sit down.” You hissed as you spun around, watching both Barty and Sirius slowly lower themselves back onto the bench. 

You looked as though you were going to turn around and leave again, but your eyes caught onto one member of the group.

“Peter.” You called much more gently than you’d been speaking to Barty and Sirius. “Would you like to go to Dorcas’ party with me?” 

“Yes!” Peter whispered excitedly, which was nearly drowned out by the protest that was going to come from Sirius before a hand smacked itself over his mouth. 

You smiled softly at Peter before you turned and left the Great Hall with not so much as a single glance in Sirius’ (or Barty’s) direction. 

James let out a slow whistle as Sirius shook the hand that was over his mouth, finding himself even more aghast to realise it had been Barty’s.

“Junior! Get your sodding hands off of me!”

“It wasn’t exactly pleasurable for me either, Black.”  He spat back. 

“You should have said something! Now she’s going to the party with Peter.”

“Yeah, yeah. We can kill him later.” Barty muttered indignantly. 

“I don’t want to kill one of my best friends! I want to go to a bloody party with my girl!” 

“Yeah well, your girl doesn’t want anything to do with you.” Marlene taunted with a smile on her face as she leaned into Dorcas’ side. “That was kinda hot, actually.” 

“Bugger off, McKinnon.” Barty and Sirius spat in unison, only to glare severely at one another.

“Merlin’s tits; is this what you’re every time you’re around each other?” Lily asked incredulously, to which Sirius quickly said “no” at the same time Barty replied “pretty much, yeah”. 

“She must be a saint, then; I would have dumped the two of you by now if I were her.” Regulus added in a bored tone, never looking up from his copy of the Daily Prophet. 

“Yeah well, we’re all thanking our lucky stars not to be matched up with you, Reg.” Barty sneered, earning him a snort of laughter from Sirius before he realised what he’d been doing and immediately went back to scowling. 

“Pettigrew!” Barty called as he leaned around Sirius. “100 galleons to not attend the party with Y/N.”

Peter looked equally fearful for his life and resigned to his death. “I don’t want to stand her up…”

Apparently, even Barty didn’t have the heart to have you - poor, shy you - attend a party solo. “Buggering fuck, fine.” He spat as he stood and grabbed his bag. “Pick me up in the Slytherin common room at eight pm sharp. And for the love of Merlin, bring me a sodding boutonniere!”

The group watched as Barty disappeared around the corner and the Great Hall returned to its normal volume. 

“He does know this is a semi-casual event, right?” Marlene whispered to Dorcas. “Boutonniere's aren’t required nor encouraged.” 

Dorcas simply snorted and returned her attention to her breakfast. “Marly, you come to learn to pick your battles when it comes to the likes of Barty Crouch Junior.”

But when Sirius turned his attention away from the door of the Great Hall, he saw her staring directly at him. 

“Duly noted.” He muttered as he loaded up his plate in resignation. 

Looks like I’m going on a date with Junior. 

… 

Never in a million years would Sirius have ever bet even a single knut that one would find him standing outside of the Slytherin common room dressed in his best trousers (that absolutely hugged his arse in all the best ways) and a simple button up shirt that he failed to button up all the way, leaving a sinful trail of skin along his chest. 

Yet, here he was.

Standing outside of the Slytherin common room, dressed to impress awaiting his date…who was none other than bloody Barty Crouch Junior. 

Sirius honest to gods thought about obliviating himself and just going back to his dorm for, say, maybe ever? But Barty chose that moment to step out through the door looking utterly delectable. 

“See something you like, Black?” He taunted with a haughty grin, causing Sirius’ eyes to narrow challengingly. 

“I don’t see Y/N around anywhere, so no.”

Both of them sighed as they considered each other. 

“Well?” Barty asked then.

“Well what?”

Barty scoffed and rolled his eyes dramatically. “Circe’s tits, aren’t you going to tell me I look nice? You Black’s have horrid manners.”

“You’ve not told me I look nice!” Sirius retorted.

“I didn’t run to the nearest loo to pour bleach in my eyes; you’re so hard to please.”

“Merlin’s saggy balls- let’s go.” Sirius muttered as he turned on his heel to head all the way back up the stairs he just came down towards the Room of Requirement. 

“Uhm, aren’t you forgetting something?” Barty asked as he grabbed Sirius’ wrist. 

“What, you want to hold hands on our way up too?”

“My boutonniere you git.” Barty replied as he pointed to his chest. 

Sirius gave a dramatic eye roll of his own as he pulled a small box from his pocket and returned it to its original size. 

He carefully pulled out the selection of flowers and batted Barty’s hands away when they reached for them.

“What in the bloody hell are you doing?”

“You don’t pin your own corsage, Junior.” Sirius responded tiredly. “Purebloods raise gentlemen afterall.”

Barty fell quiet at that as he watched Sirius’ face as he pinned the flowers to his black button up. 

“Green? ‘Cause I’m in Slytherin?” Barty asked derisively as Sirius admired his work. 

Sirius’ eyes flit up to Barty’s before falling back to the corsage. 

“Green because of your eyes, Junior.” Sirius admitted quietly before he turned on his heel and headed up the stairs. “Hurry along; I want Y/N to see us walk in together looking like perfect tens.” 

And though Sirius couldn’t see it, he could certainly feel Barty’s gaze fall down to his perfect arse as he took two stairs at a time. “Speak for yourself, Black. I’m an eleven.” 

The party was well underway by the time Sirius and Barty made it up to the Room of Requirement which was, indeed, well set up for the party. 

Sirius knew it was likely more thanks to Lily than it was to Marlene, but he also knew Lily would likely let Marlene take all the credit for it.

“Where is she?” Barty asked, leaning into Sirius’ side so he could speak into his ear. Sirius fought back a shiver as he made for the familiar sight of the bar table. “No idea, but I’m gonna need a drink.” 

They found you not long afterwards; Sirius’ heart nearly stuttering to a stop when he spotted you twirling around with Peter looking so carefree as you threw your head back in laughter and caused Peter to do the same.

And by the way Barty’s jaw fell slack, he was sure he felt much the same. 

“She’s kind of perfect, isn’t she?” Sirius asked then, watching as you and Peter reorganised yourselves for a new song.

“Kind of perfect? You’re way off, Black.” Barty shot back, but when Sirius turned to give him an incredulous glare for being so damned contradictory all of the time, he was surprised to see a soft smile on his lips.

Ah, Sirius thought, humour - I know a thing or two about that. 

“Should we show her what she’s missing tonight?” He asked Barty then, ridding himself of his cup and holding his hand out to his date for a dance. 

“It’d be my pleasure.” Barty said with a smile as he accepted Sirius’ hand and followed him to the dancefloor. 

“Is she looking at us?” Sirius asked as he fought every single urge to look at you.

“How could she not? We’re the hottest couple here.” Barty responded easily, surprising a bark of laughter from Sirius.

“Did you just call me attractive, Junior?” 

“I may find you completely horrid and annoying but I’m not blind, Black.” Barty bit back, though Sirius could see a blush forming across his face. 

“Don’t you two make a handsome couple.” Lily offered as she floated by, offering Sirius a wink as she headed for you. 

“Keep your eyes off my date, you trollop!” Sirius teased with a smile, relishing in the pleasantly surprised look adorning your face when you spotted the two of them dancing together. 

“She’s looking!” Sirius whispered at Barty then. 

“Don’t blow it, Black.” Barty hissed back, pulling Sirius flush against him. 

Sirius rolled his eyes (albeit fondly) and opted to rest his head against Barty’s shoulder.

“Does this mean the two of you are, like, together now?” James blurted then, surprising Sirius and causing him to straighten up and break away from Barty as if he’d been caught doing something naughty.

“What!? Of course not.” Barty snapped quickly.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Sirius added.

James’ eyes flit between the two of them as his brows inched closer together. “Really? ‘Cause it sort of look-”

“Well, you should probably get your glasses checked, Potter, because what it looked like was two blokes who share a soulmate working hard to ensure their soulmate doesn’t up and leave them.”

“Right!” Sirius agreed quickly. 

“Listen; do I think Black always looks like an off-duty model? Sure.” 

“And do I think Junior is by far the hottest bloke here? Sure.”

“Exactly! I could do much worse than Black, here.” 

“And do we make one hell of an attractive couple? Yes.” Sirius paused when his yes was chorused by Barty. “But that’s all it is.”

“That’s all it is.” Barty agreed with a shrug of his shoulders. 

James considered the two of them a moment longer before letting out an inelegant snort. “Sure; whatever you say.”

“He doesn’t get it.” Sirius said simply then, turning back to Barty to continue their dance.

“You’ve got dumb friends; can’t even understand two attractive people not being completely revolted by one another.”

And Sirius couldn’t help but agree; James really was dumb if he couldn’t see that Barty was, indeed, the hottest bloke at this party (Sirius excluded, of course).

[cherryslyce]

Second Son (III) | Regulus Black

Series Synopsis: Forbidden from contacting Harry over the summer, you opt to explore the eerie halls of Grimmauld Place where you stumble upon a lonely portrait of the House's second son.

— Chapter Synopsis: The school year begins and all seems lost when Undersecretary Umbridge is assigned as the new DADA professor. That is until Hermione and Ron approach Harry and Y/N with the idea to form Dumbledore's Army (Regulus disapproves, naturally).

Part II / Part IV / Series Masterlist

Pairing: Regulus Black x GN!Reader

Notes: Cursing, Not Canon Compliant

The talk with Sirius and Co. was tiresome. Actually, talk was a lenient way to put it, it was much more of an interrogation. Apparently, Sirius and Kreacher got into a spat (what a surprise) and the house elf let it slip that you had "found Master Regulus".

Hermione and Ron tried to dissuade Sirius from making it into a big deal, but alas they were unsuccessful (not to mention they wanted answers as well).

Luckily, Sirius had very little faith in Kreacher and you only told him that you found old photos of Regulus, and Kreacher happened to stumble upon your discovery.

Kreacher was very willing to corroborate your story in order to get back in your--Regulus‘, good graces.

For now, your explanation satisfied the others, but you knew that Harry had an idea that there was more to the story than you were letting on. Fortunately, Harry had always been a loyal friend and he wouldn't push you to tell him anything if you didn't want to.

It seemed you had a penchant for finding reliable friends.

Regulus was displeased with the turn of events and looked ready to scold a mournful Kreacher, but opted to just let out a disgruntled sigh.

"It doesn't matter anymore, I knew you'd be able to take care of it." Was what he told you after Kreacher left with a grateful cry.

Summer receded off the coast and autumn began to roll onto London, first painting the trees in kaleidoscopes of oranges before bringing tides of cool wind.

Your fifth year at Hogwarts was about to kick off and you were practically bouncing around at the prospect of being able to bring Regulus with you.

"Harry's hearing went just as I presumed it would."

"Oh? Looking to take up a post as Hogwarts Divination Professor, Reg?"

The boy merely rolled his eyes, deciding to grace you with the gift of an answer despite your smart mouth.

"It was obvious that Fudge would aim to discredit Harry. But, Dumbledore is quite the political force, and many are still willing to side with Harry even if they think he's lying about the Dark Lord. Harry may not feel it though. Bad press will always stand louder than uncertain support."

Ever the intellect.

"I guess so. Harry's still riled about it, but there's not much he can do since he was cleared of his charges. Merlin forbid he was expelled. I can't even imagine how dismal Hogwarts would be without everyone's favorite lion."

You continued to pack away your textbooks in your school trunk, murmuring tiredly under your breath at the idea of the inevitable increase in workload and the studying for O.W.L's.

"Are you excited?"

"Reg, you do understand that we face a new threat every single year, correct? Of course I'm excited."

There was no sarcasm in your tone, and you were being completely honest. Threats to your life would only serve to teach you further about the constraints and possibilities of magic. After all, you were certain the Dark Lord would stop at nothing until you were all dead, so you might as well learn as much as you can in the meantime.

"Just be cautious."

"Are you getting soft on me, Reggie? If you keep going I might think you actually care for me."

"Don't be daft, you know how I feel. Now, don't forget about the pouch I gave you."

You weren't going to antagonize him because you were almost certain he did care for you, but you weren't sure if you'd live long enough for him to actually tell you.

Reaching for the emerald green pouch laid atop your bed, you eagerly pulled it open. You never got the chance to examine its contents due to being interrogated by Sirius, but you were sure it was something important because of Regulus‘ insistence that you take it with you.

Reaching inside, you feel around the velvet interior until you feel something cool press against your fingertips.

Pulling it out, you gape as you realized it was a ring. A thick silver band with two snakes wrapping around it.

"Reg?"

"It's a gift. It was the ring I usually wore around in my youth. It's charmed to heat up when someone tries to use legilimency on you or when you're near poison. It served me well, now it will help you."

You twirl the band around your fingers and a small smile paints your lips as you try to suppress the burning in your eyes.

"Thank you Reg. I'm touched that you trust me so much with your possessions. I guess now I really have no excuse if I die."

"Exactly. So try your best--no, you have to live." His eyes were hard with conviction before they softened again when you nodded, "Good. You should put it on later, Sirius will definitely recognize it."

You couldn't find it in yourself to move on from Regulus‘ gift, even now as you were weaving around people.

The ring pressed gently against your chest as you walked with Harry down King's Cross, your new precious item was hidden away underneath your shirt on a necklace chain.

Regulus was tucked away inside your jacket like usual, the rectangular frame occasionally hitting against your ribs as you moved.

Sirius was paces away in his animagus form, too reluctant to let Harry leave with a simple goodbye at the door. You were happy that Harry had such a supportive adult figure in his life, but a part of you couldn't help but want him to leave quickly so you could slip on the ring.

The dog-man quickly trotted into an empty seating room, Harry leaving your side to talk to his godfather. As Moody and Tonks guarded the doorway of the room, you opted to give the aurors a brief nod before making your way to the platform first.

You admired them both to a varying degree, but you couldn't quite warm up to Moody after your Fourth Year debacle with his death eater imposter.

It was still hard to get the image of him, or rather the image of polyjuice him, making Neville uncomfortable in class.

Navigating your way around the swarm of people, soon you found yourself on the familiar platform.

Reaching into your shirt, you pulled out your necklace chain, twirling it around your neck before unclasping it and sliding Regulus‘ ring out.

It was a pretty thing, and you found yourself imagining the two snakes on the band as you and Regulus.

Propping your trunk up against one of the brick pillars, you fix your necklace before slipping the ring onto your left index finger, spelling it to fit you.

Thank merlin for magic.

Raising your hand up towards the sky, you observe the way the sunlight reflects off the silver. As you continued to admire it, you realized that someone's stopped beside you.

"Merlin! Harry?!"

The boy in question jumps at your exclamation, the distant look in his eyes being drowned out by realization. It was apparent that he was only present enough to recognize you in the crowd, but too lost in thought to realize what was going on.

"Oh, sorry. Should we board now?"

Without waiting for an answer, he reaches behind you and lugs your trunk behind him, starting to get lost in his head again as he walks towards the train.

As the both of you sit and wait for Hermione and Ron, he wordlessly reaches into his pocket, pulling out a folded photo. He hands it to you with a forlorn look in his eyes, watching as you carefully unfold the paper.

Are those?

As if reading your thoughts, he supplies you with a quiet answer, "My parents. And the Order."

"Fuck. From Sirius?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck."

Running your finger over the smiling faces of Lily and James Potter, you send a silent thank you for their sacrifice.

Your concern for Harry only ceased once you arrived at the castle.

Sitting down in the dining hall brought a surge of serotonin through your body. It was the closest thing you had to a home and being able to greet the cold walls and aged windows after every summer brought you great joy.

Looking in Harry's direction, you frown in concern as you see him eyeing the staff table in shock. Your confusion is swept away as a high-pitched voice cuts through Dumbledore's welcome speech.

A woman who was strangely reminiscent of a toad carefully made her way around the table and towards Dumbledore. From the way Harry began to furiously whisper to Hermione, you were certain that she was the reason for his sudden change in behavior.

Dumbledore and Snape looked faintly displeased with her interruption and your eyes started to hurt from the abomination of pink monotone that made her stand out.

You had an unfortunate feeling that the source of your fifth year misery had arrived.

And you were correct. Of course.

It had only been a week into your classes and you were seething violently, much like the rest of your friends.

"And do you know what she said Reggie?"

"What?" He mused in curiosity, his eyes alight at your foreign frustration.

"We're only going to be learning the theories! Because apparently if we know the theories well enough, the application of spells will just magically come to us!"

Your hands were flying around wildly as you recalled her words, your body bouncing around on your bed due to your gestures.

Regulus chuckled at your despair, eyes twinkling brightly like he had just received the best news of his life.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it off. I'm glad my misery is enjoyable to you, but I'm being serious! I just don't know what we should do! The DADA curse is really screwing us over here."

Seeming to take pity on your genuine distress, he begins to placate you, "Y/N, it's fine. I'll teach you if you want. Just tell me what spells and theories you're covering and I'll guide you."

Oh?

The grin that stretches across your face almost hurts and you fall back onto your bed, letting his offer run around your head with a content sigh.

"Y/N? Have you died?"

"Still here." Your answer comes out muffled as you bring your hand to cover your bright smile.

"Don't seem too happy, I'm a strict teacher."

"Yeah, yeah. Reg. I could kiss you right now! Seriously, thank you, you're too good to me."

Regulus doesn't respond to your words and he was sure that you weren't even aware of what you were saying, but he was glad you couldn't hear the way his heart was racing.

"No matter, just get some sleep."

"Hm? What will you do then? It's still pretty early."

"I'll just watch over you like always. Prop me up on your nightstand would you, I want to see outside."

"Yes, yes. Anything else you require my liege?" Your teasing is met with a deadpan look as you carefully rest his portrait frame against the stack of books on your nightstand.

"Y/N, sleep."

You let out an indignant huff and turn your body towards your bedside, facing Regulus as he begins to gaze outside your dorm window. Luckily, your nightstand was on the far end of the dorm room and would be out of view from anyone coming through.

"Goodnight, Reg."

"Sweet dreams, Y/N."

Luckily, slumber came quickly that night.

You should have known that your brief period of rest would soon be interrupted. It was basically the first warning that came attached to being involved with the Golden Trio. You just didn't realize that your peace would be disturbed the very next day.

"Are you positive that this is a great idea?"

"If Umbridge refuses to teach us, we need someone who will."

You stare at Hermione in consideration, "And that person is Harry?"

She nods confidently, her eyes blazing in determination. Clearly, they were going to move forward with this plan whether or not you were in.

"Okay. So Hog's Head then?"

"Yes. We can't possibly manage to keep this under wraps inside the castle walls. We'll come by and get you tomorrow."

"Merlin ‘Mione. I hope that this turns out well. For all of our sakes."

"It has to. Sirius said it himself, You Know Who is on the move."

Bloody Dark Lord and his murderous agenda spoiling your years of childhood.

There wasn't much that needed to be said after that and you both bid each other a quick farewell. You quickly headed to your dorm and let out a sigh of relief to see the room empty.

Plopping down on your bed, you flip open the charms textbook Regulus recommended, eyes darting around for a possible communication charm.

This was going to take forever, might as well get some help.

Fishing around your robes, you pull out Regulus‘ portrait and beam down at his unimpressed face.

"There's no way you're actually considering running along with that ragtag defense club now, are you?" Isn't he just pleasant today.

"Nice to see you too, Reg. Hermione's idea sounds interesting enough, besides friends need to support each other's endeavors."

Regulus looked like he was a few moments away from releasing a snort, but just shook his head. His neat curls jumped around his face and you had to stop yourself from getting too entranced by the sight.

"I suppose that makes sense, after all I would do the same for you. Though, you are already learning from me, no?" Regulus‘ words made your heart skip a beat, but you tried your best to play it off.

"Yes, and as much as I love Harry, you will always be my number one teacher." He looked all too pleased by your words and you shook your head fondly, "Don't let it get to your head though. Now, let's read through this book together, shall we?"

And as you both read through the pages of the book, you couldn't help but selfishly want more. You couldn't help but wonder how different everything would be if Regulus wasn't a portrait, but rather alive and well and attending Hogwarts with you.

It just added to your fury towards Voldemort. He had taken enough from the world, and you couldn't wait to drive a curse through him and live the rest of your life in peace.

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[danaewrites]

you with the dark curls (you with the watercolor eyes)

part ii: i wanna hear you speak to me

james potter x reader // read it on AO3

word count: 3.6k

summary: “Falling in love with your best friend was never a good idea, but you’d managed to do the idiot thing anyway, carrying a torch for a boy who would never look past Lily’s emerald eyes to see the watercolor ones that had always been by his side.”

tags: best friends to lovers, angst with a happy ending, based on the song "dear arkansas daughter" by lady lamb, fem!reader

author's notes: new year, new chapter! i started writing this one back in SEPTEMBER and finally had enough time away from the terrors of calculus homework to finish it. thanks for reading my story so far and i hope you enjoy this incredibly self-indulgent chapter, because i had way too much fun writing it!! i promise that the angst in this chapter *will* be resolved, but it was too deliciously tempting to resist sprinkling a wee bit of hurt/comfort and dramatics in there as well. sorry not sorry!

read it all here: part i, part ii, part iii (coming soon!)

“I’ve got no bloody clue how Dumbledore can be so energetic all the time,” you groaned, head in your hands as you peeked out at the headmaster’s more-than-slightly manic grin from your seat at the Gryffindor breakfast table. You were far too sleep-deprived to process his latest choice of garish attire: a bright chartreuse robe covered in plaid polka dots, topped off with what appeared to be rhinestones and tinsel attached to his beard.

Perhaps if Kettleburn hadn’t assigned you three feet of parchment on the seventeen glorious properties of dragon dung yesterday and expected it done by this afternoon, you might have appreciated the headmaster’s creative fashion choices– oh, who were you kidding. There really was no understanding that wizard, even properly rested. James and Peter had made a bet during fifth year on how long it’d take Dumbledore to crack under a constant deluge of pranks in his office, but they’d quickly realized that the man was too far gone to do anything but take inspiration for school events– an idea that was quite frankly, comically frightening, and the sort of thing you weren’t keen on pondering on a normal Tuesday morning.

Sirius wrinkled his nose sympathetically and slid the pile of raspberry jam tarts closer to you. “Late night in the library again?”

You nodded sheepishly, gratefully taking a pastry from the pile. “I honestly don’t know why Pince allows me to stay past curfew. Marauder’s luck, I guess?” Your attention was diverted by the sound of hoots and flapping wings as the morning owl brigade arrived, apparently choosing a kamikaze dive-bomb approach to deliver this morning’s newspapers. Ah, the joys of living at the world’s most advanced magical school.

Sirius, ever the epitome of grace, slipped under the table as a rogue owl zipped past, popping himself back up just enough to throw you finger guns. “Exactly right, doll, exactly right,” he grinned. “Trust me, Marauder’s luck gets you everywhere. And I mean everywhere,” he winked, sending you a lecherous smirk.

“Ew, Sirius, I don’t even want to know,” you sniffed. “I’ve learned my lesson after the mental trauma your tales of Dorcas’ birthday adventures inflicted upon my psyche. Please, spare me the details.”

“What? All I meant was Slughorn’s Christmas Party, of course!” He batted his eyelashes angelically, still partially covered by the tablecloth.

Your mouth gaped open in shock. “Last year’s Christmas party? Sirius Orion Black, I refuse to hear another word! What on earth would your ancestors think, with you bragging about such exploits-”

He leaned over, eyes wide with laughter. “No, I meant the one Slughorn is throwing on the 21st, it’s exclusively for us lucky seventh years this time. Although, you bring up some very fond memories… okay, okay, I’ll stop, don’t kick me–”

“What are we kicking Sirius for?” James slid onto the bench across from you, eyeing a groveling Sirius with interest. Peter joined him, but wisely chose to stay away from the ruckus, piling his plate high with the bacon the owls had spared. Remus was noticeably absent, spending the morning resting in the infirmary after a rough night of shifting– which you assumed was much more peaceful than the current chaos at the Gryffindor breakfast table.

“Oh! Good morning, Jamie,” you beamed up at him, passing him the plate of desserts you’d been protecting from Sirius’ nefarious advances. “Morning, dove,” he greeted you, and then paused. “Ha, get it? Morning dove?” He puffed up his chest smugly and nudged Sirius with his elbow in a futile effort to make him laugh. You huffed fondly at his antics. Boys.

Sirius rolled his eyes and took advantage of your momentary distraction, retreating back onto his seat to nurse his wounds– to your ever-growing delight (and Sirius’ woe), you had recently discovered that the Hogwarts girls’ uniform shoes were quite sharp. “At this point we should call you Lames. ‘Cause your puns are lame,” he muttered.

You shooed him away with a brush of your hand, remembering what Sirius had mentioned earlier. “According to Sirius, Slughorn’s hosting a Christmas Party again this year. Let’s pray it won’t be like the last one.” You muttered. James and Peter both looked vaguely ill at the prospect, shuddering in unison. “My tie will never look the same again,” Peter griped, but suddenly sat up straight in his seat. “Hey, wait, we’re finally old enough to bring dates to this one! Without sneaking them in, I mean.” 

Sirius snickered and lightly punched his shoulder. “Why, Petey, got some lucky girl in mind?” Peter reddened and glanced over at the Hufflepuff table, where a certain freckled blonde was chatting with her friends– a move that didn’t go unnoticed by James, who gave a delighted wolf-whistle. “You got a thing for Lucy Abbott, huh? Might want to make a move before Smith does,” he grinned, gesturing to the tall brunette boy who’d just arrived and sharing a knowing smirk with you. You giggled at Peter’s increasingly pouty expression; he’d figure out sooner or later that Smith was definitely not interested in Abbott– or witches in general– but it was entertaining to see him out of his comfort zone. Peter had always been the quietest of your little group, and you privately thought that a bit of momentary romantic angst might spur him to be more assertive. An ironic opinion, considering how your own love life revolved around the fact that your best friend had feelings for someone else… and you couldn’t do anything about it except mope.

Peter scowled. “Easy for you to say, Prongs, you’ve finally got precious Lily-flower wrapped around your finger. I bet you’ve already asked her!”

There it was: another reminder that James wasn’t yours, and never would be. You watched as the Gryffindor boys good-naturedly jostled his shoulder and tousled his curls. James grinned sheepishly, shrugging off their teasing. “Not yet,” he admitted, glancing hopefully at the end of the table, where Lily was chatting with her friends. 

Peter rolled his eyes. “Aw, come on, we all know she’ll say yes this year.” Sirius winced, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. Peter glanced at Sirius, drawn by the movement. “What’ve you got to worry about? Half the population would kill Dumbledore to get one dance with you. The only person who’s got to worry about a date is me– well, and maybe Y/n, I guess.” His face suddenly turned contemplative, looking you up and down. “Are you going with someone?” 

Sirius’ grimace became doubly pronounced at Peter’s tactlessness, and you felt your face heating up. Peter had a way of accidentally hitting on the issues others tried to hide. It wasn’t his fault he’d never heard about your trips to Hogsmeade with a paramour– in fact, none of the boys had. Because there hadn’t been any. You’d spent your entire time at Hogwarts pining after James, and as a result had missed the romantic milestones your classmates had already blissfully bragged about. 

Peter looked at you expectantly, waiting for a response, and you opened your mouth to confess your lack of experience when you spotted a familiar redhead walking gracefully towards your side of the table– to James, you realized with a start. Something within you ignited as you watched her glow with confidence, carefree and lovely as ever. Lily would never pine after someone uselessly; she knew she could get anyone she wanted with the right amount of banter and flirty gestures. You... Well, you weren’t there quite yet, but maybe it was time to take inspiration from the Muggle saying and ‘fake it til you make it’. And before you could think about what you were about to do, you turned to Peter and smiled coyly. “I might.”

James’ and Sirius’ heads snapped up immediately from their perusal of the breakfast lineup as they let out an identical murmur of surprise. “What?” James furrowed his brow, looking you up and down– seemingly trying to discern whether you had taken a holiday from your senses, most likely via Bludger-induced concussion at the last Quidditch match. Sirius merely raised a questioning eyebrow at you. You groaned internally, knowing that you’d have to explain yourself later… although, if your half-baked idea worked, you’d be spending a lot more time with him anyway. For now, you beamed innocently at both of them and took a sip of your pumpkin juice. Apparently, the Sorting Hat had placed you in Gryffindor for a reason- you were either incredibly brave or incredibly foolish to commit to this plan, but with Evans quickly approaching, you saw no other choice.

Peter looked momentarily shocked, then glumly began to assemble an egg and bacon sandwich seasoned with the occasional mutterance of “unfair” and “perpetually single, my arse”.

James’ eyes were still trained on you. “Who is it?” he asked, searching your face again as if he was looking for some indication that you were joking. You shrugged, trying to look casual. “I guess you’ll just have to find out, won’t you?”

“Dove-” he began, but Lily finally reached his seat and placed one stupidly perfect hand on his shoulder, diverting his attention momentarily. “Sorry to interrupt your breakfast, but Professor McGonagall asked me to bring you to her office for Quidditch scheduling.” James blinked, glancing up at her and then at the rest of the table. He stood up and focused on you again, expression clouded. “I’ll see you in Potions, yeah?”

Sirius stood up quickly, ushering him out of his seat with a speed you’d only seen him use to gulp down cheap Firewhiskey. He gave you a significant look. “Actually, Y/n and I were just about to take a walk, isn’t that right? So we'll both see you in Potions, what a sublime coincidence, now don’t be late for your meeting–” he chattered on as he shoved James toward the doors of the Great Hall, the latter eyeing him suspiciously but moving nonetheless. Sirius turned to you and pointed to the courtyard entryway. “You. Me. Talk, as in right now.”

Once you were sure that you’d made it out of earshot of Peter and the rest of the Gryffindor table, you wheeled around to face him. “Okay. First of all… I didn’t plan that.” Sirius raised an eyebrow again. “Second of all, I need a favour,” you pleaded, staring up at him with the most adorable doe eyes you could physically summon. They were usually most effective on James, for some reason, but you were sure that Sirius wasn’t immune to your manipulation either. He groaned, resting his face in his hands. “How do you even have a date? Last time I checked, also known as yesterday, you were still head over heels for Prongsie, doll. So do I need to check you for Amortentia or somethi–” He peered out from between his fingers with annoyed realization. “You don’t have a date, do you.” 

You blinked innocently up at him. He let out a long-suffering sigh and ran his hands through his hair. “This is what you need the favour for? You want me to go with you to Slughorn’s party so you can pretend in front of the rest of Hogwarts that you’re not madly in love with Jamie?” 

You grinned confidently up at him and slung an arm around his shoulders. “Aw, Siri, you know me so well. It’s almost as if you were maaaade to be my date for the party...” You fluttered your eyelashes up at him one more time for good measure, trying to hide a smirk. “Alright, alright, stop with the Bambi act, I’ll take you.” He scowled good-naturedly. “You know, this is going to ruin my dating pool for the next month.” 

You scoffed. “As if! If anything, you’ll just have more people fawning over you– temptation of the forbidden apple and all, you know.” 

Sirius brightened up considerably at this revelation. “Well, why didn’t you say so in the beginning, doll! I vote that we match in purple velvet, it does wonders for my complexion–”

You gave a very unladylike snort at the thought of you and Sirius swanning into the party in some sort of horrendous plum-coloured disco getup, and shooed him away towards the Potions classroom. That was an eyesore to imagine sometime when you weren’t about to get a headache from the dim dungeon lighting.

Slughorn greeted you and Sirius by directing you to the front of the classroom with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oho, a pair of latecomers, I see!” He winked at you and Sirius in exaggerated motion. You winced as Snape jeered and nudged Malfoy, who was busy enjoying Flint’s crude gestures at you. Ugh, Slytherin boys. The worst of the lot. Their snickers were quickly stopped by James chucking a handful of powdered wormwood at their heads when Slughorn turned away, making Malfoy’s prized hair appear covered in soot. You shot him a grateful smile. 

“Since you two missed my initial remarks, let’s see if you can make it up by identifying today’s potion, hmm?” Slughorn gestured dramatically to a shimmering green brew in a cauldron next to his desk, cherry-coloured smoke curling off of the top invitingly. 

Sirius shot you a panicked look, clearly not expecting to be put in the academic spotlight, but you shook your head and stepped closer. You smelled something rich and incense-like, which meant that Bumburrel leaves were a key ingredient. And combined with the way the smoke was drifting lazily around your wrists, curling higher and higher… “Brew of Mandelian, sir. Used for sharpened acuity under times of pressure.”

Slughorn gave a delighted chuckle and clapped his hands. “Well then! Ten points to Gryffindor for paying attention in lectures!” He dismissed you and Sirius with a wave, moving on to explain the finer points of ingredient preparation to a very bemused George Goyle as you slipped into your usual seat beside James.

You worked in quiet harmony for a moment, methodically slicing and crushing the slippery beetles needed to give the brew its signature green colour while James handed you the insects. He broke the silence after six beetles (not that you had been counting or anything) with an awkward, “So… you have a, erm, date?”

You huffed, motioning for him to hand you the foul-smelling Moorish tubers next. “Honestly, James, is it that surprising?” He scratched the back of his neck, frowning. “Well, I– yeah, I guess.” he trailed off, seeing your expression. 

“The tubers, Jamie, thank you. I mean, you looked at me like I was a ghost back in the Great Hall!” You were decidedly not making eye contact with him, trying your best to focus on the slimy plants in front of you and not the fact that your best friend-slash-unrequited crush doubted your romantic potential. What a way to be humbled– and while covered in tuber juice, no less!

He huffed, running a hand through his already messy curls. “Come on, Y/n, it’s not like that. What did Sirius want to talk about in the Great Hall, anyway? You two looked… chummy.” 

You glared down at the copper slicing board. “Well, it’s none of your business how chummy we are, is it? I don’t interrogate you every time you converse with Peter. In fact, it’s rather expected that Sirius and I speak to one another on occasion, considering the amount of time we all spend together thanks to you.”

You moved to grab another tuber from the jar, but James reached out and grabbed your hand, forcing you to look at him. His hazel eyes were alight with frustration, a look you knew by heart thanks to the hours you’d spent tutoring him in History of Magic after he napped his way through the entire first semester. “Are you serious? You’re actually going with someone?”

“Please, Jamie, do enlighten me on whyever you think I couldn’t possibly get a date with my numerous and diverse charms,” you sniffed, hoping to Merlin that he would just leave the entire subject alone. 

“No, it’s–” he groaned, leaning back in his seat. “The other boys, they don’t know how– you’re so, I mean, just look at you!” he exclaimed, gesturing at you. He stopped, frowning to himself, looking more confused than before. He glanced over at Lily, expression becoming even more muddled, brow furrowed and hard to read to anyone but you. 

Your mouth parted in shock, and to your dismay you felt tears bubbling up again. You blinked fiercely, refusing to let him see you cry. James thought the issue was… your looks? You suddenly wanted to crawl under Slughorn’s desk and never come out again, except perhaps to find a shovel to dig your grave with. This was far, far worse than watching him transfigure chocolates for Lily every Valentine’s Day. Now you knew for a fact he didn’t find you attractive– thought other boys didn’t either, even! And the way he’d clearly mentally compared you to Lily after what he’d admitted… well. There was no recovering from that. Teenage boys could be dense, but Merlin, how you had wanted him to at least let you down gently. 

You wished you’d never opened your mouth to lie about having a stupid date in the first place, but you forced yourself to laugh and mutter something trite about how that could all be fixed with a couple glamour charms anyway so it really wasn’t an issue for the party, thank you very much. He looked even more confused, opening his mouth to respond, but Snape chose that moment to interrupt.

“Hey, Potter!” James turned to scowl at the greasy Slytherin as you thanked your lucky stars for Snape’s interruption (a rather disturbing thought– potentially a harbinger of an imminent apocalypse. You’d never thanked Snape before in your life and hoped to never do it again). “Here’s payback for earlier,” he smirked, checking that Slughorn had dozed off and the other students weren’t paying attention before whipping a mottled yellow bottle at James.

James’ carefully honed Quidditch reflexes kicked in and he quickly dodged the object, but as the vial soared up, up, past your carefully diced tubers, over James’ messy notes, it hit your arms and shattered. You flinched in pain, crying out as the glass shards embedded themselves in your arm and the congealing, repulsive liquid dripped down your hands and onto your thighs. James lunged towards you, but it was too late– the potion had already seeped into your skin, causing an awful sparking sensation. 

You gasped, grabbing onto the desk as the feeling bubbled upwards. “Jamie, I don’t– I don’t feel–” you stuttered, suddenly lightheaded, and you heard someone gasp as you began to taste something metallic. You absently touched your nose. Why was it so cold and wet? You had been so careful not to touch your face around those horrid tubers and oh, oh Merlin and Morgana what was that pain in your hands and legs, please no make it go away someone help me help me HELP

You vaguely registered someone whimpering in the background. It might have been you, but you weren’t entirely sure what was happening outside of the electric symphony of agony crescending in your nervous system. The pain built swirled flooded through until you weren’t sure where you ended and the potion began which was a funny thought because of course you were you, but you couldn’t remember who you were before this so you laughed but that really hurt, oh how that hurt no no no no no bad idea–  

“Fuck– no–” James? Was he here too?

You blinked– when did your eyes open?– and saw him reach for you, frantically pushing his dark curls off his forehead. Why would he do that? You loved his hair, even when you were feeling funny awful things from the potion. You felt his arms scoop under you, lifting you off your seat as he caught your head from falling back. You heard a door slam open, footsteps, darkness clouding your vision–

His voice. “Sweetheart, no– don’t do that, I need you to keep your eyes open.”

You blinked again, trying to focus on James’ face. He looked pale, jaw set and tensed like it was before his Quidditch games. Were you moving? You couldn’t tell whether James was walking or the hallways were walking around you. He glanced down again, exhaling with relief once he saw whatever he was looking for. “Yeah, just like that. Keep those pretty eyes focused on me, okay?” 

He thought your eyes were pretty? 

James gave a tight laugh. “Yeah, I think your eyes are pretty, dove. Hold on a bit longer, we’re almost there,” he choked out. 

Oh. Had you said that out loud?

But you thought– he had said something, before, you couldn’t remember now but it was important and it hurt–

Some part of you, deep where the potion hadn’t reached, had melted at his words. That part was tinged with pain, too, but in a different way, raw and honest and hopeful and all for him. Or maybe that was the potion, you were pretty sure witches weren’t supposed to melt unless they were green and lived somewhere much further west, but your thoughts on the whole process evaporated as you reached a white door and a woman and your words started to swirl until they melted too and everything went black.

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[quillkiller]

seven scenes from a marriage

a bellareg marriage au & house of black study

— cw: incest, abuse, unhealthy relationships, 1.2k words.

i.

Sirius leaves, is disowned, and no one knows what to do with you. You hear your mother spouting curses and traitor, traitor, traitor, and she looks at you like you’re dead weight, now. And you understand her, you do. You’ve always pitied your mother, looked down on her for giving birth to three daughters and not a single son.

You’re not a son (that’s your curse), but at least you would’ve always been a Black; and now you’re dead weight.

You hate him, your favorite cousin, the one you taught how to hold his wand right. Your co-conspirator at miserable family functions, your own flesh and blood— a traitor.

ii.

Regulus is made heir, your soft spoken baby cousin. Sirius’ little brother, his constant shadow, always one step behind him unless you could manage to steal your older cousin away for a few hours.

It’s strange seeing Regulus without his brother in front of him, covering him like a shield, and you think it’s the first time you’ve properly seen your baby cousin. He looks wobbly on his knees, like a weak comparison to his older brother. It’s strange following his gaze and not finding Sirius at the end of it.

Your mother doesn’t want you to marry him and your father strikes her with an open fist to remind her of her place. He says, you’re not a Black, and then, you don’t decide who my daughter marries.

Regulus is heir, now, after all, and you’re just a girl despite having eight years on your baby cousin.

He’s malleable, though, like clay, and you’ve got strong hands and sharp teeth.

You give him the Black smirk and a wink. He flushes a pretty pink at that, lips parted and long eyelashes fluttering as he tries to hide behind an imaginary body.

You think, sweet little lamb, as you crowd him like the predatory wolf that always lived inside you.

iii.

He looks at you so sweetly, your baby cousin. As if you’re his guiding star, like he needs you; like he used to need his big brother— and you struggle a little not to see him as a blushing seventeen year old kid instead of the heir of house Black.

Regulus has always watched you, mostly whenever you interacted with Sirius, as if you were standing in his way or, sometimes, as if he wanted what belonged to his brother: you.

You let him touch you and he’s so gentle, like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands or where to put them. So you do it for him, your back against the wall in his childhood bedroom. He calls you pretty, so pretty, and it’s easy to believe him when his lips are trembling, his hands shaking.

You were never pretty, that was always for your younger sisters.

It’s Regulus’ birthday so he goes down on one knee and puts a ring on your finger. His gray eyes never leave your gray eyes. His lips taste like home, like solidity, and you bite down to taste some of your shared blood. Sealing the deal.

You tell Narcissa about it over tea, showing off your ring, and you’re both laughing. You tell her how sweet he was, as if he couldn’t quite believe he was allowed to touch you, stars in his eyes and bending to your every will. Narcissa can’t stop giggling, that’s our baby cousin! And you laugh, too, and say, he’s my fiancé, actually, and you give her a wink.

Regulus writes to you every week while he’s doing his last year at Hogwarts. He finishes the letters off with kisses every time. He complains about Sirius and you roll your eyes.

He writes, I can’t wait to be yours, and you forget, for a moment, that you’re the girl.

You write him back, you wanna be my wife, cousin? because you can’t help yourself. It’s going to your head.

He writes, please.

iv.

You’re a married woman and you can’t help but resent how well it suits you. It was your biggest nightmare growing up, the end of your delusions about autonomy that you never really had in the first place. You’re a girl, something to be handed over and dealt with. First you belong to your father, then you’re supposed to belong to your husband.

All girls grow up just to become their mothers. At the hands of husbands like their fathers.

Regulus isn’t like his father. Or your father. He’s not even like his brother. He’s heir, and you’re his wife— and people respect him more than they respect you. That’s to be expected.

It’s different behind closed doors, though. As if the roles are reversed. Regulus looks to you, as if asking you to take the reins. Like he’s a marionette and you’re holding the strings.

It’s a heady feeling, being man of the house.

v.

Regulus looks to you, so he takes the mark because you ask him to, because it’s what’s best for him. And you want what’s best for him.

He doesn’t ask questions, only gives you that look that goes to your head before he straddles your lap and says, you take such good care of us, and you pull him closer by the waist and say, I’ll always take care of you, darling.

Because you do, you take care of you and yours.

vi.

There are whispers of a cave, the sea, but they get smothered with ink and death. As if they’re whispers from another life, far from here.

Sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night, and it’s cold and dark, and you’ll panic for just a second, like you might never feel happiness again. Then you turn on the lights.

You rise to the top, hand in hand, Mr and Mrs. Black. The Dark Lord speaks directly to you, like you’re a person, like you’re worth listening to. Your husband stands at your back, you cover him like a shield— and he’s always one step behind you.

The Dark Lord takes a liking to you both. He lets you sit the closest to him, your husband to your right. The others give you strange looks whenever they forget themselves.

You don’t let them forget themselves.

vii.

It works— you’re happy and it works.

You’re enough like Sirius that Regulus can fall in love with you, and eventually he stops giving you that searching look of his. He stops trying to find his brother in your eyes— until all he sees is you.

It’s easy to dote on him. He’s soft and pliant, you lead and he follows. It’s almost love, for you. You love him because he’s your cousin and because he let you remain a Black. You love your marriage, the power, being man of the house.

You’re a good match and you remember cursing Sirius for abandoning you, and now you wouldn’t trade this for anything.

You take care of you and yours. He stays faithful and submissive like a wife, and he smiles so sweetly when he smells another woman’s perfume on your robes; like he’s just grateful you came home to him, because that’s what matters.

Your mistresses mean nothing to me, he says, you’re my wife, so you kiss him to let him know who you belong to.

He keeps you out of Azkaban, you make him a believer.

It works— you’re happy and it works.

[that-one-ostrich-friend]

Delicate Part II

sirius black x reader - delicate part ii

link to part iii

word count: 2k

summary: this is part ii of a sirius black x ravenclaw!reader series. a slow burn romance with platonic remus x reader and maybe some flirtatious remus x reader if you squint a lot lol

warnings: y/n is from ravenclaw (not sure if that’s even a needed warning) so sorry if that’s not your house

a/n: i literally cannot stop writing this rahhhhhhh

The soft murmur of voices, the rustling of parchment, and the gentle flicker of candlelight created an atmosphere of quiet concentration in the Hogwarts library. The stone walls, lined with towering shelves of books, held a certain peacefulness that y/n always appreciated when she needed to focus. It was the perfect place to bury herself in her studies, away from the noise of the school, the distractions of Quidditch, and, most importantly, the thoughts that lingered too long about Sirius Black.

     She was nestled into a secluded corner of the library, one of her favorite spots where she could lose herself in her Potions notes without interruption. The N.E.W.T.s were rapidly approaching, and with them, the pressure of performing well in her final year. She had a lot to prove to herself—especially with her recent, unwanted distractions. Focus, y/n. Focus.

     Her quill moved swiftly across the page, writing out the complex potion recipe for the Draught of Living Death, her handwriting elegant but quick. She was so engrossed in her work that she didn’t notice the approaching footsteps at first. It wasn’t until a loud, exaggerated cough broke through the otherwise quiet space that y/n looked up.

     Standing before her, hands casually tucked into the pockets of his leather jacket, was Sirius Black. His usual confident smirk was firmly in place, and his dark eyes were glinting with something that made y/n’s stomach twist.

     “Interrupting a Ravenclaw study session? That’s risky business, Black,” y/n muttered, giving him a pointed look as she leaned back in her chair. Her fingers were still gripping the quill, but her gaze was now fixed on him, slightly wary.

     Sirius’s grin only widened, as if he enjoyed the way she said his name. “Well, I’m not the one drowning in potion notes like some sort of mad scientist,” he teased, leaning against the table, his gaze dropping to her parchment. “You know, you might actually explode something if you keep staring at those diagrams for so long.”

     y/n rolled her eyes, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “If you came here to insult my study habits, I suggest you leave now. I have a test to study for, and the last thing I need is you distracting me.”

      Sirius leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice in mock seriousness. “Oh, but I am interested in your studies. Really. It’s just… so fascinating to see a Ravenclaw go on and on about cauldrons and bezoars. Isn’t it a bit… boring?”

     y/n’s eyebrow twitched as she fought the urge to smile. She crossed her arms over her chest, feigning a nonchalant air. “Is that what you think? That I’m boring?”

     His smile faltered for a brief second, and y/n caught the slightest shift in his expression. But before she could analyze it, he was back to his usual cocky self.

     “Of course not,” he said easily, “I just think you could be doing something more fun with your time. You’re young, you know? There’s a whole world outside these dusty books.” He waved a hand dramatically, as though there was a whole world of adventure just waiting for her to jump into.

     y/n snorted in disbelief. “Like what, Sirius? Running around the school pulling pranks on people who actually have things to do?”

     Sirius tilted his head, a thoughtful look crossing his features for just a moment. Then, he shrugged. “Something like that. Or—” His eyes twinkled mischievously. “I don’t know, maybe I could show you how to do something fun for a change. You know, like—”

     He was interrupted by y/n’s scoff, her irritation rising. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

     “Oh, I know,” he said smoothly, clearly unbothered. He leaned closer, resting one arm on the edge of the table. “But I’m also entertaining. You have to admit it.”

     y/n’s gaze narrowed, a challenge in her eyes. “Entertaining, yes. Productive, no. Which is why I have no intention of taking your suggestions seriously.”

     Sirius raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll back off.” His voice softened, a little too casually. “But you know, I wasn’t just here to mess with you. I’ve actually been thinking about that potion you were studying for. The Draught of Living Death. It’s… pretty advanced stuff. You’ve got to be careful with the timing when mixing the ingredients, right?”

     y/n blinked, caught off guard. “Wait. You actually know something about this?”

     He smirked at her skepticism. “Don’t be so surprised. I do have an extensive knowledge of dangerous potions and spells, even if I’m not one to flaunt it in front of everyone. Unlike some people…” he added, his voice drifting off as his eyes flicked to the parchment before him.

     y/n stared at him, unsure if she was hearing things correctly. Sirius Black—the same Sirius Black who usually couldn’t care less about anything school-related—was genuinely talking to her about her studies. And not only that, he was offering advice?

     A small knot of tension loosened in her chest as she glanced back at her notes. Maybe he’s not as completely hopeless as I thought…

     “So,” Sirius continued, voice a little more serious now, “when you add the powdered moonstone, you need to make sure the cauldron is at just the right temperature. Too hot, and it’ll burn. Too cold, and it’ll—”

     y/n interrupted him with a raised hand, her own frustration starting to show. “Sirius, I’m not an idiot. I know how to make the potion.”

      “Yeah, but you’re still doing it wrong.” He grinned, leaning even closer, almost teasingly. “You’ll see. Once you fail this one, I’ll be right here to gloat. I can’t wait to watch you scramble.”

     She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips. He was insufferable, no doubt about it, but there was something undeniably charming about the way he took pleasure in teasing her. And—strangely—he didn’t seem to be mocking her the way he did everyone else. He was interested. At least, in this one tiny moment, it felt that way.

     “Fine,” she said with a huff. “But don’t expect me to ask for your help. I’ll manage on my own, thanks.”

      Sirius raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying her annoyance. “Oh, I’m not expecting anything. You’ll come to me when you fail. Trust me. It’ll be too much of a mess not to.”

     y/n could feel her cheeks flush as she tried to suppress the laugh bubbling up in her throat. But before she could respond, there was a shift in Sirius’s posture—a subtle change in his expression. He stopped leaning forward, no longer so casual, and his eyes softened. For a moment, he seemed genuinely interested in her response.

     “You know,” he said, his voice quieter now, “I’ve been thinking a lot about those stupid N.E.W.T.s, too.” His gaze drifted, and his voice took on a rare tone of vulnerability. “I don’t really talk about it much. But they’re... they’re kind of a big deal, aren’t they?”

     y/n blinked, thrown off guard by the sudden shift in his demeanor. This wasn’t the Sirius she knew—the cocky, brash troublemaker who avoided anything resembling seriousness.

     “The pressure’s insane,” he continued, almost to himself, “and my family… they have their own expectations. It’s not like I can just fail and let them down again.”

     For the briefest of moments, y/n saw the weight in his eyes. It wasn’t a look of the Sirius she usually knew, the one who cared only for fun and chaos. There was a hint of something darker, something heavier, that made her pause. Before she could respond, though, the moment passed, and he was back to his usual self.

     “Anyway,” he said, shaking his head as if he hadn’t said anything at all, “you’ll be fine. You’ve got it under control, right? Just, uh, maybe don’t blow up the entire school with your potion. And you don’t have to be so serious all the time.”

     “I’m not Sirius, you’re Sirius. I’m y/n,” she replied with a small smile, hoping to ease back into a comfortable surface conversation once more.

     He seemed taken aback by her remark for a split second before he smirked in response. “I should leave you be,” he said softly.

      But before she could say anything more, Sirius had already backed away with a mischievous wink, clearly back to his usual self. “Good luck with your potion, y/l/n. I’ll be here when it all goes wrong.” With that, he turned and strode out of the library, leaving y/n staring after him.

     She sat there for a long moment, still staring at the now-empty spot where Sirius had been. Her heart was still racing, but it wasn’t from annoyance or the usual irritation that his presence always seemed to spark. No, something else was stirring beneath the surface, and it was both unsettling and… intriguing.

     Why does he have to make everything so complicated?

      The library’s hushed ambiance was no longer as calming as it had been before Sirius’s interruption. As y/n tried to return her attention to her Potions notes, the quiet seemed to be thickened with thoughts she couldn’t shake off. The weight of the moment between her and Sirius lingered in the air, like a subtle but undeniable presence. She absentmindedly flipped through the pages of her Potions textbook, her eyes scanning the ingredients for the Draught of Living Death but not truly reading them.

     What had just happened? Sirius, of all people, had actually cared about her potion? He’d been more than just his usual sarcastic self. He’d shown something… different. Vulnerable, even.

     y/n tapped her quill against the table, her mind racing. She had always thought of Sirius as the definition of chaos—reckless, rebellious, unpredictable. He was the type to flit from one adventure to another, dragging everyone around him along for the ride. But today… today, there had been a flicker of something else beneath that exterior. A glimpse of the pressure he was under. A glimpse of someone who had more on his plate than just a sarcastic remark or a charming smile.

     It was disorienting. She wasn’t used to seeing him like this. They had always been opposites—he the carefree Gryffindor, she the focused Ravenclaw. They rarely crossed paths, and when they did, it was usually a clash of personalities, a spark of irritation on both sides. But now, after that brief, unexpected moment of vulnerability, y/n couldn’t help but feel like she was seeing him in a new light. She hadn’t expected this—this fleeting glimpse of something real under the bravado.

     Her heart skipped a beat as she thought about it, but she quickly shoved the thought away. Focus, y/n. You’ve got work to do.

     She turned the page of her notes, determined to bury herself in the details of her potion. Her quill scratched across the parchment again, but it felt like the words weren’t making any sense anymore. She couldn’t concentrate. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Sirius—his mischievous grin, his sudden quietness when he talked about the pressure of N.E.W.T.s, and the way he looked at her when he offered that rare, honest moment. What was that about?

     She had barely realized that her fingers had begun to tighten around her quill until the ink spilled slightly onto the page. With a frustrated sigh, she set the quill down and rubbed her temples— consequently smearing ink on her face as well. The last thing she needed right now was more confusion. She had a potion to prepare for, not to mention the looming exams that seemed to grow more stressful by the day. If she didn’t focus on her studies, she’d be even further behind than she already was.

     And yet, despite her best efforts, thoughts of Sirius persisted. It wasn’t just the playful teasing or his arrogant charm—it was the unexpected kindness, the small but significant shift in his tone that made her wonder whether she had misjudged him all this time.

     y/n, she chided herself, pushing the thought away once again. You can’t afford to be distracted.

     But as the hours ticked by, and the library grew quieter with the setting sun, she found herself unable to shake the feeling that Sirius Black wasn’t as simple as she had once thought. The question lingered in the back of her mind like a shadow: What if there’s more to him than the chaos?

[saintsenara]

the war of the roses - the masterpost

sirius black does not die.

but this does not mean that it is easy for him to live.

sirius black/severus snape explicit

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this is a story about the long, destructive shadow of a schoolboy rivalry.

the wars of the roses was a civil war which took place in england in the fifteenth century, involving a dispute over legitimate succession to the crown between the duchies of lancaster and york - so named because the houses and their supporters made use of the red rose - for lancaster - and the white rose - for york - as political symbols.

the wars took place in and around the reigns of several of medieval england’s most famous kings. some - henry vi, edward iv - are remembered as heroes, others - richard iii - as villains, and this period of history is, therefore, one of the most frequently depicted in british art and culture, above all in the plays of shakespeare, who leans into the petty rivalries, futile violence, glamorous intrigue, grief and atonement, love and sin, and struggle for power during the wars.

the term, then, made perfect sense as the title for a story about sirius black and severus snape - their similarities and their differences, their heroism and their villainy, their schoolboy rivalry and its adult manifestation, their grieving and their quests to be forgiven, their undeniable vibe in canon…

and the question of what happens if they do not die.

it is a story about surviving, and how surviving is sometimes more difficult than dying.

the war of the roses begins with sirius not going to the department of mysteries, and continues through the two difficult years which follow, ending with harry’s defeat of lord voldemort at a version of the battle of hogwarts, which both of our central pairing survive.

it is set at a time when sirius is crumbling - trapped in the childhood home that he hates, increasingly distressed by his inability to keep harry safe - and when snape is close to snapping under the pressure of his mission against the dark lord.

it shows both of them doing anything they can to help harry in his quest against voldemort, even as they fear they are not doing enough.

it shows both of them unable even to picture what their lives will be like should they not die in the attempt.

it shows both of them reckoning with the heavy weight of their shared history, and the wrongs each committed against the other.

it shows both of them sinking ever further into grief over their roles in james and lily’s deaths, and wielding recrimination and rage against the other to soothe their pain.

it shows both of them finding comfort in each other all the same.

it is a story about the fragility of beauty, the gentleness of hope, and the value of choice.

woven through the story is sirius’ struggle with the things he has lost in azkaban - his teenage beauty, his expectation that he would live happily in a world in which voldemort was dead, his trust in the people who were supposed to protect him - and the things which he can never lose - his love for harry, his devotion to james, his commitment to atone for his mistakes.

snape, too, is someone for whom beauty and happiness seems a pipe-dream, with his love for lily the only thing sustaining him on the journey he assumes will end with his death.

but they both discover that sometimes there is a shard of beauty - and of pleasure and hope and joy - in a place which seems otherwise devoid of it, and that this is what can help you choose to keep going when all else seems lost.

it is also a love story.

[ciaossu-imagines]

So, as mentioned, I'm doing both the personalized prompts from the reader appreciation day of the event! Still continuing on with the second prompt, this time for the lovely Nix, who has been exceptionally supportive of this blog for a long time now and who I appreciate so much!

BLACK: what face claim from an anime, comic book, or cartoon do I associate with you?

Okay, I’m not going to lie. For the longest time, whenever I thought of you, I automatically pictured you as your icon picture. But given that it’s a very fancy cat, when I started pairing you with Shoichi in my head, I had to actually think of sort of an anime (or at least human) face to put with you, and the one that automatically came to mind and made sense to me was Sawako Kuronuma – it just fit the vibes you give off in my head!

WHITE: what flame type and box weapon do I think you’d have in the khr!verse?

No hesitation, pure out, you’re a Rain Flame to me. You have been since shortly after I got to know you through your constant support of the blog; again, it’s just something about the vibes you give off and after reading your full match-up description, that was just something that really solidified the flame type for me. As for your box weapon, it might disappoint because we do have a cat box weapon already, but I really do think it would be a Rain attribute feline for a box weapon, particularly an Abyssinian because of their reputation as being the most intelligent of the different cat breeds.

RED: what aesthetics do I associate with you?

Hot cups of tea in hand while rain pours down. Oversized cardigans. Fingers against instrument strings. Lo-fi. Studying. Bullet journals. Pretty stationery and fancy pens. Holding hands under the stars, walking home together. Close friends. Shared laughter in empty streets. Family, always having a place to come home to, no matter how old you get.

BLUE: what are three songs I’d put on a playlist for you?

ASTURIAS - issac albeniz guitar version

PIANO SONATA NO. 5 IN F-SHARP MINOR, OP. 81: III. FINALE. VIVACE - antonio pompa-baldi

THE PEOPLE WHO RAISED ME - gregory and the hawk

YELLOW: what fictional world out of all my fandoms would I picture you in?

The answer is pretty obvious, but of course it's Katekyo Hitman Reborn given that is the fandom we share, the one you request for and such! So it's the one I've thought of the most for you and the one where I have the most developed headcanons for you!

GREEN: who would I pair you with out of all my fandoms?

So, of course, the obvious KHR answer is Shoichi! Though I also self-ship with him, the ship of Nix/Shoichi lives so firmly in my mind that if I find myself self-shipping too much with him, I’m like ‘nope, veer off into one of your other self-ships because ya gotta leave Sho enough time to spend with Nix as well’, hahaha! In K, it’s Fujishima! In Nanbaka, it’s Musashi! In Iruma-kun, it’s Balam! In Bungou Stray Dogs, it’s Poe! In Servamp, it’s Syuhei Tsyuki! In Saiyuki, it’s Hakkai! In Eyeshield 21, it’s Taka Honjo! In Ronin Warriors, it's Rowen! In GetBackers, it’s Juubei! In Black Cat, it’s Train! In Gangsta., it’s Theo! In Bleach, it’s Hisagi! In Mystic Messenger, it’s Saeyoung! In Ikemen Revolution, it’s Sirius!

PURPLE: what gif reminds me of you?

PINK: if you were an AU, what type of AU would you be?

It would have to be a musical AU, haha! Either everyone's cursed to have to sing like they were in a musical until something solves the curse, everyone's in a theatre troop or club and are doing a musical, or it's just plain out a high-school musical/disney film situation where nobody seems to realize they're actively in a musical but musical numbers and dance routines just happen and everyone reacts like they're perfectly normal, haha.

RAINBOW: if i were to write a khr sequel, following Tsuna’s demise, and could only use my reader’s as characters, who would you be?

I see you making good use of all that medical learning by being part of the Vongola's medical staff!! Either you're a medical doctor who helps everyone out with their physical injuries or you're serving as a therapist, helping everyone with their mental health and finding family, friends, and love along your journey!

[coffeefrenchandhistory]

How involved are the Black sisters involved in your stories?

Ohh such a good question! Besides, I adore the Black sisters... well, Andromeda and Bellatrix. Less Narcissa.

So, for Blackborne, Andromeda has a role front and centre. If only because she's the one who's raising Leonis*. She's also as well Harry's godmother, mostly because Lily didn't want Harry to be raised with the Dursleys, and Andromeda and James got along very well.

In Living A Nightmare, the Black sisters have their role. I just don't want to say too much to avoid spoiling it, y'know? However, Narcissa is very much attached to Lucius' hip so she's not as involved as Andromeda and Bellatrix will be in the story.

* Sirius named Andromeda Leonis' godmother — and with Cassandra, his mother, dead and Sirius in Azkaban, Andromeda claimed custody. However, Narcissa and Lucius also claimed custody, saying that Andromeda was disowned and couldn't care for Leonis like they could. It was only because Arcturus Black III stepped in and vouched for Andromeda that Leonis was given into her custody.

When Andromeda eloped with Ted, and was disowned by her Aunt Walburga, her aunt Dorea Potter (James' mother) took her in and helped her get on her feet. She even insisted that Andromeda and Ted stay at the Potter ancestral home for as long as they needed. Uncle Charlus was the one who helped Ted get started and who recommended Ted for the Healing programme in Saint Mungo's.

[nobodyssoldier]

i. a web weaving

ii. digging deeper

name: sirius orion black

age: 25

former house: gryffindor

blood status: pureblood

face claim: avan jogia

rallegiance: the order of the stag

gender & pronouns: queer, he/they

you suck your teeth and bite your tongue. that’s not what my mother says, you think. but your mother’s shrill voice is quick as a viper strike — is it not? how many wrongs have you tallied? how many falsehoods? you’re eleven years old now, boy. can you count them on your hands?

pretty face, ugly temper. you’d love to say you're nobody’s son, but your psyche tells a different story. you try to be good, but you hoard grudges like gold. bad thoughts like blades tucked up your sleeves, coiled like a spring and spoiling for a fight. your friends walk on ahead of you, shrugging their hard feelings off like too-tight clothes; over-worn and outgrown. you pick them up and let them sit like lead weight in your pockets. you can't let go. your anger is an exit wound; an outlet for all that sickness in your soul.

there’s a black dog at your heels, and nobody sees it but you. it sits at the foot of your bed and when you wake in the night, it grins down at you with hungry teeth. you try to be good, but you are hard to love. delirious highs and debilitating lows — will you be the life of the party or will you kill the mood? you shrug and light up. depends on the day. you can't help but feel things deeply; a thousand words in one twitch of your brow. they say you are childish, and maybe they're right, but there's nothing green about your anger. it's an heirloom as old as your name.

at your core, you are an amalgamation of flaws; part man, part god, part frankenstein’s monster. your face delineates your birthright. carve out the malign and there’d be nothing left but a heart half-beating. you try to be good, but good isn’t in your nature, and nurture only goes far when you’ve grown in rotten soil.

iii. connection

one. REGULUS BLACK , brother — have you ever thought about your soul can it be saved? / or perhaps you think that when you're dead you just stay in your grave / well i have seen the truth, yes I've seen the light and i've changed my ways / and I'll be prepared when you're lonely and scared at the end of our days / is your mind so small that you have to fall / in with the pack wherever they run / will you still sneer when death is near / and say they may as well worship the sun?

two. JAN POLAT , best friend brother — reaching for the stars, we blind the sky / we sailed across the air before we learned to fly / we thought that it could never end / we'd glide above the ground before we learned to run, run / now it seems our world has come undone / we made the mountains shake with laughter as we played / hiding in our corner of the world

three. REMUS LUPIN , best friend and always longed for — do your demons, do they ever let you go? / when you've tried, do they hide, deep inside / is it someone that you know? / you're just a picture, you're an image caught in time / we're a lie, you and i / we're words without a rhyme

four. MARLENE MCKINNON , friend with benefits — so close, no matter how far / couldn't be much more from the heart / forever trusting who we are / and nothing else matters / never opened myself this way / life is ours, we live it our way / all these words, i don't just say / and nothing else matters

[anordinarymuse]

OMG thank you soooooo much❤️❤️❤️... I'm a sucker for angst and I know you'll be real busy but can I get a SUPER LONG ANNSTY FIC? like real long.... And the fix you wrote for my previous request was❤️❤️❤️

i’m so sorry i’ve been meaning to get to this but i’ve been so busy but here you goooo

get out I.

Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Summary : request

Word Count : 471

Warnings : bf/gf roles; toxic sirius-ish (?); swearing; cheating; mention of food; unedited.

A/N : i wish this had been better rip

get out II.

get out III.

the masterlist.

request here.

You leaned against the wall near the portrait that led to the Gryffindor Tower. Tapping your foot you waited for Sirius to appear. You debated just going inside and looking for him yourself but by the time you’d decided what to do, the portrait opened and Sirius popped out.

“What took forever?” You asked.

“I just forgot, didn’t mean to take that long,” he shrugged while giving you his famous Sirius smirk. “Don’t tell me you were going to leave.”

“Only if you took too long.”

“So, I’m not worth waiting for?” Sirius asked, his smirk wiping clean and gaze shadowing and hardening.

“That’s- that’s not what I said at all,” you replied, taken aback.

“C’mon Y/N, let’s not ruin the mood,” Sirius said evenly, though his fixed gaze remained shadowed.

“What-“

“We don’t want to be late for dinner,” Sirius turned his heel as he spoke, you had to run to catch up with him.

“Is something wrong, Sirius?”

“I’m fine, Y/N,” he replied evenly, reaching for your hand in comfort.

The longer he held your hand the more caught you felt.

During dinner Sirius sat beside you per usual, but he barely talked to you. You bit your lip as you felt like an outsider at your own table. Sirius made jokes, spoke, and laughed with everyone. Everyone but you.

“Where were you during Runes, Marlene?” You asked.

“Skipped,” she smirked before taking a big bite of mashed potatoes.

As you absentmindedly stared at Marlene eating her food, you realized she was fawning over someone, and that someone was smirking right back at her.

Sirius.

The longer you stared the more that became revealed.

Messy hair.

Swollen lips.

Hickies.

"Y/N? Are you ok?" Marlene asked, snapping you out from your head.

You blinked at her dumbly before you furrowed your brows, "You bitch."

"What-"

Before she had the time to explain herself you flew up from your seat, running to your dorm. Tears stung your cheeks as they bled into your sheets. And a knock on the door was what had you wiping the tears away with the back of your hand.

"I'm sorry," Sirius whispered as he walked awkwardly into the room.

"Just get out," you snapped, feeling even more frustrated as Sirius refused to look you in the eye.

"No, I need to explain," Sirius mumbled. "It's my fault. Don't be mad at Marlene, she didn't do anything. I don't- Well- I just- A real relationship is too much for me- you know how I am- and Marlene- with Marlene it was easier and-"

"JUST SHUT UP!" You screamed, watching as SIrius flinched at the volume of your voice, and you felt sorry, you did, just not enough. "Don't tell me how much better it is with Marlene, Sirius., Just get out."

"But, Y/N, I-"

"Get out."

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[padfootastic]

I squealed when I saw your WIP list, because I want to see them all!!! But reining myself in a little, I would love to see a snippet of ‘Harry has always been Sirius’ son…’

Also, I’m sorry, but I just had to ask about Harry punches Molly?!

hjhdsbjdsk ur too nice to me 🥺🥺 this talks about harry punching molly (i should’ve anticipated it but i’m still surprised by how interested people are in it lol) and this one is a snippet for the blood adoption

buuuut bc i love the fic and ur ask, here’s another one <3

x

Almost as if someone else is directing his movements, Harry walks until he’s standing in front of the tapestry, running curious fingers over the rough texture, picking on the raised names and portraits of Black family members long dead.

Guess Walburga Black’s actions didn’t hold much weight then. She could only do what she did because her husband had been dead and neither of her sons had been able to step into his shoes. That was something, at least.

Harry doesn’t know how long he stood there, tracing his fingers over names like Alphard Black, Callidora Longbottom (who knew Neville was part black?), Cedrella Weasley (that must be the infamous grandmother), Cassiopeia Black, and so on. So much history contained in a piece of woven tapestry, lost to the annals of time.

It’s not the Black family history that he’s particularly attached to, rather the implications for his own. What was the Potter lineage like? Did he have cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents? Had all of them died out? He knew that it was an old family line, traced back to the Peverells—there had to be other branches, right?

Right?

Harry doesn’t know whether he wants it to be true or not. On one hand, finding family couldn’t be anything but a worthwhile endeavour but on the other…knowing he had someone out there? Who wasn’t the Dursleys? It might just be the last straw for him. Perhaps it’s better to live in ignorance, then. Spend his time on a family that’s not his own, sever the emotional ties.

His fingers snag on Andromeda’s name and he smiles, lightly, seeing her back on the tapestry—whole, unburned, as a daughter of the House of Black should be. He moves past Narcissa, Draco, Bellatrix to reach the main branch, the one he’s been avoiding so far.

Orion Black. Walburga Black. Harry lingers on Regulus’ name, bowing his head in respect for the man—nay, boy who’d sacrificed himself without a single thought for the glory of it nor his own life. Slowly, painstakingly, he moves to the one name he almost doesn’t want to see. He knows what he’ll find—a restored, perfectly detailed Sirius Black III. He can picture it quite clearly in his mind. Does he really need to subject himself to the pain of actually seeing it?

“Surely…not…” Harry’s mumbled words trail off as he raises his head to stare straight ahead, eyes catching on something that wasn’t part of his confident mental image.

“What the buggering fuck,” he breathes out, leaning forward until he was a hairsbreadth away from the fabric, nose tickling at the minute threads but he paid no attention to that for his eyes were caught on a faint line continuing on from Sirius’ name.

A line that shouldn’t be there because it signified progeny. Something Sirius didn’t have. Harry is dead sure about that. So what—

With trembling fingers, he traces the line, finger dragging against the coarse material almost painfully slow until he reaches one Harry James Potter.

From this WIP game

[poetrythathurtsmysoul]

Because absolutely no one asked here's a bit of my fanfic

A figure was sat by the black lake. He was tiny, miniscule to the eldest black brother watching from the gryffindor tower. If he didn't know better he would have said the figure was a third year. But he did know better.

Sirius black watched as his brother stood staring at the lake for roughly 5 hours that night. It made him feel almost guilty for leaving him, leaving home or guilty simply because they had yet to exchange two words.

The school had noticed the tension running high in the members of the black family who still attended hogwarts. Of course they did. They noticed the silence too. Where bellatrix would usually be screaming at her blood traitor of a cousin she settled for death glares and muttered threats.

Narcissa, as always, tried to remain quiet and unnoticed which would have worked if it weren't for the whispers surrounding the blacks. Andromeda had been disowned, this was common knowledge and everyone saw it coming. She was no longer included in the affairs of the black family. But regulus, regulus was.

The hier to the blacks barely noticed the stares these days and he payed no attention to rumours. He kept quiet. He did his work and kept on the teachers good side. Professor slughorn (of whom reggie was quite the favourite) seemed to worry for the boy but ultimately decided against questioning regulus on the aforementioned rumours.

So instead of sleep and study, reg sat or stood by the black lake most nights, merely thinking. He was unaware that every night (except on full moons of course) his elder brother watched for him. And both brothers were unaware that the headmaster watched him too.

The manipulative idiot that was Professor dumbledore was interested in regulus. He knew the youngest black was very talented and had so much potential. He also knew that his family would likely pressure him into joining he who must not be named.

This dark wizard had taken a hold on the wizarding world and had them all terrified. Some were scared into following his beliefs, others (like the blacks) listened to his words with rapt attention and followed him like a religion.

The Professor had his suspicions about the notorious bellatrix black (soon to be lestrange) and was sure that regulus would follow his older cousin.

Reg himself was worried about him and the war he was certain would soon break out. His cousin Bella was infatuated with the 'lord' and had already been invited to join him. His cousin cissy was not so keen and was instead going to focus on her family (narcissa was to marry lucius malfoy in the future and he hoped to join the death eaters himself).

Regulus's best friend, barty crouch Jr, found the whole ideal tedious and would rather enjoy their time at hogwarts and worry about the dark lord later. He, like regulus, was not too happy with the ideas of voldemort but was not going to go against the pureblood community.

The two boys relied holy on eachother in times of need and saw eachother as there reason to live.

Barty had admitted to himself back in third year that he was completely and utterly in love with regulus arcturus black III after a particularly nasty quidditch incident involving reggie getting hit by lightning and falling 25 meters toward the ground. How scared he was then, he realised that no one had ever and would ever mean as much to him as his best friend.

Regulus on the other hand completely refused to acknowledge his feelings towards the other boy and had a complete disregard of love whatsoever. Even if he could find somebody to love him, reg doesn't imagine he could ever make it long enough with the world as it is to have a life with this person. Barty is the only person outside of family/soon to be family he has let himself grow close too.

Sirius watches the figure finally turn from his spot by the black lake and saunter back towards the castle. He sighs. He just wants his brother to be happy, he just wants everyone to be happy.

So, yea

[willowbleedsonpaper]

Winter In The Shade III

Part III

Sirius Black x Ravenclaw Reader

W.C. : 2383

Requested by @amourtentiaa : It is Sirius' fifth year at Hogwarts, the same year he ran away from home and to the Potter's. Soon, he discovers the unfamiliar sight of his brother Regulus smiling and looking truly happy, next to him a Ravenclaw girl who immediately captures his interest. What will happen when the Black family gets involved in their sons lives and the ones they hold close to their hearts?

Warnings: Mentions of food. / Eating. /

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Regulus' eyes opened immediately at the mention of his brother. With furrowed eyebrows he stared at you deeply “What?” he asked cautiously, his mind still registering your question.

You moved to sit closer to him, knees touching as you looked for his eyes “Sirius,” you repeated “Can you tell me about him?”

He stayed in silence for what felt like hours, his eyes hardened as you saw him put his walls up again. It didn’t come as a surprise to you that he closed himself at your question but now you wondered how sensitive the subject was for him to be looking at you the way he looked at everyone else.

“Why do you want to know?” he asked with pursed lips. He crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze so hard over you that it forced you to look away from him and down to your lap.

“I- well, I know you are close to him but you barely talk about him. Actually, I think I’ve never seen you talk to him.” you explained, hoping he couldn’t read you and see that it was more than just mere curiosity.

“We’re not close.” he said sharply, his voice bitter.

“Oh… okay.” you nodded, playing with the grass underneath you “I just assumed you were.” you said with a smile, trying to get him to relax as you changed the subject “What do you want to do over the weekend?” your arm moved to nudge his side, a playful smile on your face.

“What do you want to do?” he asked back, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

Your heart broke as you stared at him, his eyes void as he tried and failed to put on a smile for you, you knew you had killed his mood for the time being and you felt terrible, your own smile falling as you shrugged your shoulders “I don’t know.” you mumbled “I always choose, I thought you’d have something you want to do.”

Regulus didn’t move and you thought he might be just thinking. With your head low, you missed the way his eyes stared down at you, watching the way you thoughtlessly played with your hands as you waited for his answer. He knew you better than you would like to admit, you were never one to keep your head low. You felt bad for asking him about Sirius, retreating to the world inside your head so you would do no more harm. And he felt the knot in his stomach tightening for how he reacted, how his reaction affected you; but still he couldn’t help it, it was second nature for him to put his guard up at the mention of his brother. He wanted to tell you to never ask about Sirius again, that no matter what you heard he wouldn’t talk about it but he could see you were already overthinking everything you had done since the question crossed your mind. He said nothing and just appreciated the fact that you stayed with him and that, that’s what made you different from everyone else. Even if you didn’t understand why he reacted the way he did, even if you didn’t know what had happened between him and Sirius, you didn’t push it and you stayed when you could have easily walked away like he had seen you do with others when they stepped out of line. You stayed with him, and even if he wanted nothing more than to get up and leave, he stayed there with you. You stayed for each other.

“I’m fine with anything you want to do.” he told you after minutes of silence.

Your head rose up in surprise “Really?” you asked with a small smile.

He nodded, his face relaxed “Really.” he said, turning on his side as he started to get on his feet, your eyes following his movements closely “I have to go and get something from my dorm. Wait for me here?” he said.

You nodded and sat back as he started to walk away, your eyes suddenly falling on the small group of people a few meters from you, all of them laughing and running around, nothing out of the ordinary but you stared too long. They must have felt your gaze on them, the one wearing glasses and a permanent smirk turning to the one at his side, patting him in the shoulder as he motioned his head towards you.

You jumped to your feet, running the small distance to the castle “Reg!” you yelled, grabbing the ends of your scarf as it flew over your face. He stopped at the sudden sound on your voice, looking over your shoulder in confusion before his eyes settled on you.

“What 's wrong?” he asked, his hand reaching for yours in an instant as he linked his arm with yours.

You smiled, shaking your head “Can I go with you?” you asked out of breath “I don’t really fancy staying there all alone.” you told him.

He looked back to where you sat not a minute ago, looking for any sign you were lying but saw none. “Of course.” he said, his eyes lingering in the distance before he shook his head, resuming his walk with you at his side.

You looked back once more, seeing the place completely empty but you knew it meant nothing. You had seen Sirius and he had seen you leave.

*******

The weekend was spent doing more things that you or Regulus could actually remember. Even if in all honesty, you two remembered every single detail.

You had forced the both of you to get up early to get breakfast before anyone else, or more like forced Regulus to get you up early because between the two of you, he was both the early bird and the night owl, while you were the sleepy bear.

It was one of your missions to be ghosts during the weekend, to never be seen by anyone else as if you didn’t exist in the perspective of others; and if they did manage to get a glimpse of the two of you, that was all it was, a glimpse of something they would never see again until monday morning. Two entire days for you and him to just exist and bond over simple things and activities, it was the only days he would stay out late with you and you took full advantage of that.

“What are we doing in the kitchens?” he asked as you pulled his hand to keep him walking.

“What do you think?” you asked with a laugh “What do you use kitchens for?” you let go of his hand, starting to rummage over all the things there as he just stared at you.

“Cooking…” he said wearily, his eyes snapping at you as you yelled in triumph.

“And baking!” you beamed, holding the cookie trays over your head “Well, c’mon.” you called him, motioning for him to get close. With a chuckle you turned to face him, ravishing in the completely confused look he had on his face, of course he had never done any baking. “I am sharing my Grandmother's red velvet cookies recipe with you.” you said, taking his hands and rolling his sleeves up for him “It is my pleasure to tell you that you are the only one I would share this recipe with.”

He smiled as you worked on his sleeves, watching you carefully as he gave you his other arm “I’m honored.” he said, meeting your eyes full with excitement.

You clapped your hands before you as you started to move around the kitchen, starting to measure the ingredients as you never ceased to talk, giving instructions and showing him how to get all the things ready. A task that should have been done in an hour took you both at least two; in between laughs, chatting and the small war that got you both covered in flour you emerged from the kitchens once the moon was already shining up in the night sky.

You had baked enough cookies for the week ahead of you, carrying them with you to every class and place you had to go. It was easy to sneak a small piece of it to Regulus or to eat one yourself since you spent the entirety of your time together and shared most of your classes, with the exception of your optative classes. Whilst you and Regulus took a great curiosity for Ancient Runes, you had also opted for studying divination as it woke something in you, how you could interpret different signs to know the future. It was so fun and interesting you couldn’t let the opportunity pass. Regulus thought it was ridiculous to think you could know the future by reading tea leaves but you paid him no mind.

On the days you had Divination, you found yourself wandering the halls alone, a weird sight for anyone who had been paying attention to yours and Regulus’ friendship flourishing. You walked the long hallways to get to the North Tower, a piece of cookie in hand as you took small bites of it, looking everywhere but where you were headed.

“Woah!” exclaimed a voice next to you as they barely stopped on their tracks “We really need to stop meeting like this.” Sirius smiled, looking at you with a smirk.

The corner of your mouth lifted for a fraction of second, your eyes already looking for an escape to not avail “Hello.” you mustered, starting to walk around him only for him to match your steps.

“That 's it?” he asked, baffled “Hello?” he repeated, trying and failing to imitate your voice.

Taking a hesitant look at him you tried to keep looking forward. “That’s still the right term, isn’t?” you said, never stopping to acknowledge him again, not giving him the chance to speak up.

You walked awkwardly next to him until you reached the beginning of the stairs to the Divination classroom, the space narrowed so only one person could fit comfortably, or two people walking very close together. You closed your eyes shut, you were not ready for this.

“Can I help you with something?” you snapped, turning to stare at him as you climbed on the first step of the stairs, looking directly into his eyes. You, of course, took him off guard with the sudden burst of emotion, his mouth opening with no chance to speak “You keep showing up everywhere I am, you walked next to me all the way here when you certainly don’t take divination so tell me, is there something I can help you with?” you spat the words, not even stopping to think them before they were out of your mouth. “Is it- is it because I didn’t tell you my name? Because if you really wanted to know, it’s Y/N. You’re Sirius. Nice to meet you. Goodbye.” you said, turning on your heel and walking up the stairs.

Sirius stopped momentarily to appreciate the beauty of your name, hearing the melody repeating inside his head and how much it fitted you. Y/N, he thought, shaking his head and snapping out of the trance you put him in before he jumped the steps to catch up with you “Look, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” he said loudly, trying to keep up with your speed “I just want to know you, okay?”

You scrunch your nose in confusion but never stopped, letting his words flow as he said them.

“I think you’re really interesting and, in all honesty, really beautiful.” he said, making you hide your face from him as a flush appeared over your cheeks, but his next words erased all trace of the previous feelings he provoked on you, replacing the fluttery feeling in your stomach with a knot “I’ve seen you with Regulus and heard a lot about..”

“So that’s what this is all about?” you cut him mid sentence, clenching your hands in fists as you turned to him once more “If you want to know about Regulus you can find someone else or ask him yourself.” you said with a huff, crossing your arms as you glared at him, hating the way your heart started to beat harder inside your chest.

Sirius shook his head and climbed the few steps separating you, still leaving a considerable space in between “No, that’s no it.” he explained “You’re just… I’ve already told you, alright? I would like to get to know you.”

Saying you were confused was an understatement, the complete mess of thoughts running inside your head too loud to even form a coherent phrase. You wanted to be sure he was just using you, that he only wanted to mess with Regulus and make him mad, but the glint in his eyes told you nothing but the contrary to that exact thought. What if he was true to his word and just wanted to know you?

You were certain the hurricane of emotions was showing on your face, your eyes glued to his as he took a hesitant step towards you and, when you didn’t back away a smile appeared on his lips, walking in front of you he placed his hand over yours “Y/N.” he whispered.

He sounded just like him.

“I’m sorry.” you muttered, slowly moving your hand away from his grasp “I don’t know what happened between you and Regulus and it’s really not my place to ask, I would really hate to get involved.” And pick sides you thought, taking a step back.

You wanted to believe he meant well and just wanted to get close to you but you couldn’t risk getting Regulus hurt. If the sole mention of his brother’s name put his walls up what would happen if he found out his best friend, the only person he let his guard down with and the only one he trusted, was friends with the brother that hurt him so much. You couldn't risk hurting Regulus, not you.

“He’s the only one I have.” you said slowly with a small yet sad smile on your face, and with that you turned.

And again, Sirius let you walk away.

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Hyacinth Vulpecula Black Potter

What if... Lily and James Potter has twin daughters their names are Hyacinth Vulpecula (fem!Harry Potter) the oldest twin and Violet Lily Potter the youngest twin and the Girl-who-lived. When the dark lord attack the potters, dumbledore declared the youngest potter twin to be the girl who lived and in order to keep her safe she must be raised away from the magical world. Hyacinth would also have been raised along side her sister if her godfather Sirius Orion Black who also blood adopt Hyacinth into her family line making her legally his heir as well beging the Potter Heiress. She was raised in ancestral home of the black family. Along side Sirius own grandfather Arcuturus Black III and Cassiopeia Black.

Notes:

Newton weasley is the reborn of a different Newt Samander from a different world who died young.

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Hyacinth Vulpecula Black Potter who was blood adopted by sirius Black the moment she was born and named his heir after he was made her sworn godfather so when her parents died during the time the dark lord attack. He was nearly wrongly imprison by a crime he didn't do and his trusted friend Remus Lupin quickly his back on him before trail even began and already saw him as the traitor who betrayed Lily and James's location to the dark lord. Only to be proven wrong during his trail was declared innocent and the real traitor was non other than their other friend who they never thought would ever betrayed anyone of his friends  peter pettigrew.

After his trail ge quickly got Hyacinth and left never allowing Remus apologize since he quickly left the ministry to raised Hyacinth Vulpecula Black Potter in ancestral home of the black family. Along side Sirius own grandfather Arcuturus Black III and his great aunt Cassiopeia Black to help him raise his heir.

The young twin brother of Ronold Bilius Weasley, Newton "Newt" Apollo Weasley has always been close to his grandmother

Cedrella Weasley née Black along side his two older twin brothers Fred Gideon and George Fabian Weasley. They are the only weasley children that knows that their grandmother is a member of the Black family. So they meet Hyacinth Vulpecula Black Potter when she and Newt were 7 years old and the twins were 9 years old. And every since they meet Hyacinth and Newt were quite close to one another it dosen't help anything that they both love animals and are both beast speaker.

It would seem that Newt and the Weasley twins take after their grandmother's black gene than Weasleys that the current lord Black Arcuturus Black III gaved the three of them their own personal vault to see along with giving them allowance for their school suplies when they start Hogwarts which the three Arcuturus Black III.

The three Weasley kept their trust Vault a secret from mother and the rest of their family less they want their mother drain their trust vault dry which is something they didn't want. Arcuturus Black III help them invest in muggle & Magical companies to increase their gold which they didn't regret. He also help them learn how to manged money.

They were also given proper pureblood education along side Hyacinth. Something their parents never taught them if they haven't learn proper education of pureblood they might unknowingly offend someone unknowingly and that is something they didn't want. The twins were taught everything they need to learn before entering Hogwarts in 2 years using time turners. While Newt was catch up to Hyacinth using a time turner as well, but they aren't in a hurry since they still have 4 years to go before entering Hogwarts themself.

It wasn't long before grandfather Arcuturus Black III and great aunt Cassiopeia Black found the horcux that their house elf kreacher. That's when they discover how Regulus Arcuturus Black died by trying to destroy the horcux. They manged to retrived Regulus body but his body has become a Inferi that they were force to destroy it and turn it ash. And they destroy the rest of inferi where they found Regulus body some of those were muggle but somewhere wizards which they gaved ash of those wizard to the ministry of magic to give to their respectful family.

          It is how the Black family discover the dark lord known as Voldemort who was suppose to be a pureblood was nothing but a half blood which many pureblood family plage their loyalty to dark lord were furious to find out he wasn't even a pureblood but a half blood that branded their heirs like some cattle to be dispose off. He even went against magic to create something not even the darkest Wizards or witches would ever create a horcux. His true name is Tom Marvolo Riddle the son of a muggle man and a squib woman. 

Luckly Hyacinth isn't a turn to a living Horcux when the dark lord attack the Potters, since by then he might already created more than one which makes his soul a little more unstanle than it already is. The Black has Hyacinth check if she was turn to a horcux but luckly she isn't but the same can't said about Violet since no one where Remus Lupin allow his goddaughter Violet Lily Potter to be raise by Dumbledore so she can't be check if she's a horcux or not. The Blacks has continue what Regulus has started by hunting the dark lord's horcux for a while know they already found the Guant Ring, slytherin necklace, hufflepuff's cup and Ravenvlaw's diadem, which the four horcux were all destroy but they still have the feel he had more after all the dark lord has always believe the magical number 7 so they believed that he created 7 horcux which gose against every pureblood belief about going against magic, but never the less they continue their hunt for the horcux in ordr to prevent the resurrection of the dark lord. 

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The Follies and Vices of You

cedric diggory x reader part i of series 

based off the novel and film ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen

summary: Being the beloved sister of the incredibly wealthy Mr. Potter, you felt no need to rush into marriage. But one day, when you come to meet a new acquaintance, the proud Mr. Diggory, your views of love and follies change.

warnings: none! (gif is not mine, create to owner!)

part i, part ii, part iii, part iv, part v

‘Maybe it’s that I find it hard to forgive the follies and vices of others, or their offenses against me. My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.’ -Jane Austen

The sun beat strongly against your face. You took in the warm, inviting breeze; as summer was quickly passing and fall was soon approaching. Sitting in silence admiring how the sun shone upon the lake, and how the trees hung, creating an arch above the small pathway leading to the water. However, your short peace became suddenly disturbed by another. Feeling a presence sit beside you, you spoke. “Good afternoon, my dear Harry. To what do I owe this disturbance upon my peace.’ you smirked with close eyes.

“Dear sister, I fear that I cannot disturb you, unless you yourself allow it so.’ He smiled back. You both couldn’t help but to laugh.

You and your brother, Harry, were left with a fortune by your late mother and father, who passed when you were but fifteen, and Harry at age seventeen. Both of you were entrusted by the care of your Godfather, Sirius Black; who came from a wealthy, noble family. Many years have gone since the passing of your parents; and although life may not have always been easy, you were very well off in your sense of fortune. The Potter Estate house you, your brother, your godfather and a dear friend of your late parents, Mr. Remus Lupin.

‘Now, Harry. What is it I can do for you?’ you asked with baited patience.

‘We are expecting company tonight. Some Mr. Weasleys and a Miss. Weasley.’ you nudged his shoulder at the term Miss Weasley. ‘Very funny, y/n. But we are to expect another, Mr. Diggory. A business partner of our dear friends. He is staying at their estate and will join us tonight. They say he is a proud man. Wealthy, very wealthy that is, but proud.’

‘How exited I am to see my dear Ginny! Its feels like ages since we’ve all dined together!’ you said excitedly ‘And as for this Mr. Diggory, I believe that I can deal with his pride just for one night. Now, shall I call Sirius and get the house in order?’

Harry shook his head and reached out his hand for you, picking you up off your feet. You linked arms and walked back to the Potter Estate. How lucky I am, you thought to yourself, to live in such a fine home and to be surrounded by such warm friends.

After dressing for the evening and pinning your hair, you heard a carriage arrive at your front doors. You rushed through the house and down the marble staircase, excited to meet your friends, that you had been apart from for so long. As soon as the doors open you ran to greet your friends.

‘Ginny!’ you embraced her.

‘Y/n!’ she pulled you into a warm hug. ‘Oh, my dear Miss Y/N! I simply cannot wait to spend such a pleasant evening with you. How I longed to see you again! What has it been? Since early this July? Oh, but wait until you see Mr. Diggory. I’ve never seen a more handsome man! They say he owns three estates in England alone, but how proud he is. Handsome, but proud.’

‘Ginny! Slow down we have much to talk about after dinner!’ you exclaimed.

Hearing the descending footsteps of your brother, Godfather and Mr. Lupin you turned to greet them with a bow. Ginny went straight to Harry and elongated her arm, awaiting a proper greeting.

‘Shall we leave them and go say hello to the others?’ Sirius asked grinning. You shook your head and smiled. There, in the doorframe, stood three of the six Weasley sons.

“Freddie, George, Ron! My dearest friends! Do tell me about your travels!’ you extended your arm to each of them.

‘So well they have been going, Miss Y/N! We have much to tell you!’ Fred exclaimed.

‘Yes! But first do let us introduce you to our new business partner, Mr. Diggory.’ George stated, ‘Mr. Diggory, may I introduce you to Miss Potter, beloved sister of Mr. Potter and Goddaughter of Mr. Black.’

Mr. Diggory took a short bow, placing a kiss onto your hand, ‘Yes, Mr. Weasley has told me much about you, Miss Potter.’

‘Oh,’ you smiled ‘please do call me Miss Y/N.’ He nodded as you lead them all to the dining room.

After some time conversing over dinner, you lead the way to the large parlor. There you each took seats, you making sure to be seated next to Ginny, so you could catch each other up on all of the missed gossip. What seemed like hours passed, as the gentlemen chatted away about business relations and the ladies talked about who was engaged to who. Suddenly you got a splendid idea.

‘Oh Ron, please do us the honor of playing on my pianoforte. I’d love nothing more than to dance.’ He smiled at you and got up from his seat.

‘Anything to please our dearest friend.’ Soon enough everyone is the parlor was dancing circles around each other, not caring who partnered with who; simply just having a good time. When suddenly in the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of Mr. Diggory sitting alone. You walked over to the gentleman.

‘Mr. Diggory, do you dance?’

‘Not if I can help it. Even more so if one’s partner is barely tolerable’ He replied rather coldly.

‘Oh, well then how do you pass the time at such an event?’

‘Talk amongst the crowd in which I am already acquainted with.’

‘Well, I would find it hard to make new friends in that manner, Mr. Diggory.’

‘Then do tell me, Miss. Y/N. How do you make new friends?’

‘Dancing. Even if one’s partner is barely tolerable.’ You replied, walking away taking the arm of your Godfather; laughing and dancing the night away.

(ahhhh! i hope you guys enjoyed it! i hope to post a part 2 & 3, so let me know if that's something you are interested in! requests are open. <3)