#sirius in that fic my beloved

[myundoesntknow]

it’s christmas but it’s also presque vu wolfstar remembering hours.

that’s all thank you!

[jeananasartblog]

"If you could switch places with them, would you do it ?" "In a heartbeat" Redraw of this

[siriuslynettey]

goodbye brat summer, hello Remus Lupin autumn 🍂

[aka-notokay]

Rereading "Only the brave" from @solmussa got me crying in my bed at the break up i knew was coming since chapter 1.

I HATE IT THERE THIS IS MY FAVORITE FIC EVER.

[the-stars-were-his]

bonfire - @wolfstarmicrofic - 89 words

"Pads... what happened last night?"

bonfire night.

sparks flying.

casting lumos in the dark.

moony's eyes, reflecting the fire in front of him.

falling down into the grass.

tugging on moony's sweater, the patterned wool soft and warm.

kisses. oh, the kisses.

woods. trees. darkness.

moony's scars, shining in the moonlight.

throwing rocks into the lake. watching them splash.

feeling hands slide up his back. under his shirt.

darkness.

falling into bed, moony's warm body beside him.

sleep.

"I think we got lost in the forest, Remus, that's all."

[immortalbutterflycos]

I'm rereading 'A Black Mass Over Highway Ninety' and this is still so ridiculously funny to me:

Remus: *sigh*… I love Sirius so fucking much but I know he’ll never feel the same way for me as I do for him… Sirius "I'm In Love With Moony" Black: *has multiple tattoos dedicated to Remus including one of his name in big bold black letters above his dick.* Remus: *sigh* Our love for each other is just too different…

[chasingthestarss]

Jealousy Jealousy

Just a little short thing I wrote because I wanted jealous James. It's really just a bunch of dialogue but enjoy!

Words: 955

Barty Crouch Junior was a problem.

A big problem.

The biggest problem James had ever had.

He kind of wanted to kill the guy.

James had never felt so violent as he did watching Barty lean in and whisper into Regulus’ ear.

He wanted to rip out Barty’s throat when Regulus laughed at whatever Barty whispered into his ear.

James knew he had no right to feel that way. He had no reason to want Regulus to not go near Barty. They were friends and James didn’t have any claim to Regulus. It wasn’t like Regulus was his boyfriend. And if he was James’ boyfriend, James wouldn’t have the right to tell him how to act with his friends.

He was out of his seat in seconds when Barty's hand settled on Regulus’ waist, like it belonged there or something. James wanted to cut his fucking hand off. Maybe then he would quit touching Regulus. Maybe then he would leave Regulus the fuck alone.

“Something wrong, pretty boy?” Barty smirked when James reached them.

What was he gonna do? Tell Barty to stop talking to his friend? Really why did he even walk over? What could he do other than observe violently.

“I need to talk to Regulus,” James said shortly, not giving Barty any attention.

Barty smirked. Of course he did. When was he not smirking at James? Like he knew something that James didn’t. It pissed him off.

“We’re busy,” Barty smiled at James and waved him off like some sort of child.

James wanted Barty to never talk again. Maybe he just wanted to rip out the boys vocal chords so he couldn’t whisper things in Regulus’ ear. Speaking of, that is what Barty was doing now, once more.

“Do you have a problem, Potter?” Evan chimed in as he watched James silently seethe over Barty and Regulus’ closeness.

Evan Rosier was also a problem. He was always talking to Regulus. He was always with Regulus. Why did everyone always have to be with Regulus? Why couldn’t they just leave him alone.

“No, of course not,” James muttered and stormed off to go find Sirius. Sirius needed to get Regulus away from those fucking Slytherins or James was going to rip their heads off. He couldn’t risk getting expelled.

Sirius was found lounging in Remus’ lap, talking to Marlene about something that James didn’t care about. Right now he needed his best friends.

“You okay, Prongs? You look pissed,” Remus asked, then looked behind James and laughed. “Oh, I see. Sirius, you're needed for Regulus retrieval.”

“Oh my god, just tell him you're jealous and quit bringing me into this shit!” Sirius groaned.

James may have done this more than once. But Regulus’ friends were just so handsy. Sirius was always able to get Regulus away, so James just went to him.

“Pads, please!” James whined.

“No, figure it out. Moony time,” Sirius denied as he leaned forward to place kisses on Remus’ neck.

James grumbled but walked away and sat back in his old spot. Silently seething as he watched Regulus lean into Evan, while Barty talked about something.

He lasted longer than he thought he would.

Maybe five minutes. (thirty seconds)

But then Barty Crouch Junior leaned in and kissed Regulus’ cheek and James lost it.

James stormed over, definitely shoving people as he did so. He ripped Barty away and grabbed Regulus’ arm.

“Sirius needs you,” James spoke sharply, glaring at Barty.

“Does he? I don’t see him around,” Regulus smirked up at James, his eyes twinkling with something akin to mischief.

“He does, come on,” James tugged Regulus’ arm a little, trying to get the younger boy to stand.

“I’ll wait for him to come get me. You can go tell him that. I’ll just hang out here with my friends,” Regulus retorted, shoving James’ hand off him.

“No! You can’t stay with them,” James replied.

“Why's that?” Regulus asked.

James froze. He looked at Regulus, really looked at him and saw it. Regulus was going this on purpose. He was definitely doing this on purpose. There was no way he was just being this antagonizing and mischievous for no reason. How many times had he made James jealous on purpose.

James spun to Barty and saw that he was also smirking at James. Evan too. So they all knew what they were doing. They just didn’t care.

“You were doing it on purpose?” James asked.

“Doing what on purpose, Jaime?” Regulus tilted his head in mock confusion.

“I wanted to cut your buddies hand off. What would you have done if I had done it? Would you have felt guilty? Would you feel remorse?” James questioned, leaning close enough that his breath could probably be felt on Regulus’ cheek.

“I’d probably feel turned on, actually,” Regulus challenged

“Oh yeah?” James taunted.

“What can I say? You’re hot when you’re jealous. So are you going to act now or keep seething in your little chair? Because I’ve been waiting for you to do something. I'm tired of waiting for Jamie. I have other options, Barty for example," Regulus gestured vaguely in Barty’s direction.

“Hell yeah!” Barty agreed moving towards Regulus.

“No.” James snarled, turning to him furiously.

“I told you it was hot,” Regulus chimes. James is sure if he was talking to him or Barty but he doesn’t care.

“Come on, let me show you how hot jealousy can be,” James pulled Regulus a little gesturing toward his dorm room with his head.

“Jealousy sex! Jealousy sex! Jealousy sex!” Barty cheered in the background.

“Shut up Barty,” Evan groaned.

James may hate Barty Crouch Junior, but that was some of the best sex he had had.

[marauders-bs]

p4! and so soon :3 @jamie-potters ty for the comment it made me finish this <3 @r0seprincess no meadowes kids this time 😔 next time tho @im-a-mess-of-a-person :3

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Hermione watched Dorcas sprint, laughing with her braids flying behind her, summer sun glinting off the grass.

Regulus was just in front of her, laughing quieter but still laughing. 

"Fine!" a boy's voice called, and Hermione realized as she looked around that Barty, Evan and Pandora were with Dorcas and Regulus. The boy who had spoken was Barty. "Fine, Reg wins, and my dumbass should learn to stop challenging you two to races."

"You should learn," Pandora said. Barty flicked her arm.

"Are you guys going to try out for the Quidditch team?" Evan asked, meeting Dorcas and Regulus in the middle of the field. "I think the Keeper and the Seeker just graduated."

Regulus shrugged. "I'm not sure I will. That kind of thing will get back to my mother fast, and she'll think I'm turning into Sirius."

"I might," Dorcas said. "I'm not sure I'm good enough, but it's worth a shot. Bat, you're good enough to be a Beater, I think."

"Dora too," Barty said, nudging her. "We would be the best power duo."

"Bone-breaking duo," Regulus said. "Everyone would rue the day Flitwick let you play."

Pandora nodded, smiling. Every memory Hermione saw with her in it made her wonder what had happened to the twins to make them practically swap personalities. 

The memory began to whirl, and Hermione smiled at it. She knew the way Dorcas went out, and she was glad that she seemed to have a good childhood.

-

The next scene was the inside of the Slytherin common room. Dorcas was pointing her wand at a Muggle pen and trying to transform it- into what, Hermione couldn't tell.

"Just do it without the wand," Evan said. "You're better without it."

"I know," Dorcas said. She looked over at him, smiling, but something in his expression made her smile drop.

Evan picked up his quill, eyes vacant, and began to sketch without looking at his paper. Five drawings appeared out of the seemingly random strokes– a boy who looked like Regulus, but older, reaching a hand upwards as hands drug him down into water. An older Dorcas stood angry, wand nowhere to be seen but hands outstretched, as a jet of light shot at her. Evan himself laying in Barty's arms, dead, as the blond boy screamed at the sky. Pandora looked like she was flying backwards, a cauldron in front of her. Barty's eyes were vacant but he was standing, a dementor in front of him.

Hermione didn't believe in Divination, but this might be something to prove her wrong. She knew that Luna's mum had blown herself up, Regulus had drowned in the lake and that Barty had received the Dementor's Kiss. That was the drawings on the paper.

"Ev?" Dorcas asked, pulling the notebook towards her. Her own death predicted on the page didn't seem to faze her, but the others did. "Ev?"

"What?" he asked, pulling the notebook back to him. "Did I do this?"

"Just now," she answered. "Evan, what-"

"I don't know either," he said. "I don't know why Dora would be messing around with potions. That's my thing, not hers."

Dorcas shrugged, concerned look on her face, but Evan went back to his work, so Dorcas did too. 

-

The next memory was the Quidditch pitch. Dorcas stood there beside three older people, two boys and a girl. She didn't seem nervous, but confident in her abilities. 

The Chasers sent seven hard goals to the first potential Keeper, and he missed five. The captain just waved him off, turning to the next boy. He did even worse, missing six of the goals. The older girl saved six but missed the seventh, which was understandable as it was a professional-level shot.

Then it was Dorcas's turn. Hermione had never met the girl, yet she couldn't help but hold her breath as Dorcas saved one, two, three, four, five, six shots. The seventh was the one the older girl had missed, a feint to one side and a shot on the far goal. Dorcas managed to save that one and throw it to a Chaser halfway down the field, making it look simple and stupid that the other girl had missed it.

The captain raised an eyebrow at Dorcas, who was a third-year. "How'd you make those?" he asked.

"I practice," she said simply. "And I'm good at what I do."

"'Good at what you do,' my ass." the captain said. "Do you have your wand on you?"

"No," Dorcas answered calmly. "I don't need it. I'm perfectly capable of saving goals without help."

One of the Chasers rolled his eyes. "We can just take both of them, you know. Let Meadowes play until she gets herself injured too bad."

Hermione could actually feel Ron thrumming with anger from beside her. He was protective of all people, even ones he didn't know very well. It was Hermione's favorite thing about him, if she was honest.

The captain made a face at the Chaser who had spoken. "You're usually right, Anna, but we haven't let someone below fifth year on the team in more than a decade."

"I'll take talent over age," one of the Beaters said. "That might just be me, though."

"Not just you," muttered the Chaser who had made the most difficult shots, picking at her nails. 

"Fine," the captain said. He turned to Dorcas and her opponent. "Meadowes, congratulations, you're on the team. Sorry, Blanchet, but you're going to be our reserve Keeper for if Meadowes gets hurt."

The girl – Blanchet? – took it better than McLaggen had. She clapped Dorcas on the shoulder, and the memory began to whirl.

-

"So, Sirius told me you're on the Slytherin team?" Marlene said, swinging down into the seat beside Dorcas. A glance around told Hermione that they were back in the Transfiguration classroom.

"Why would Sirius know that?" Dorcas asked, pulling out an ink bottle.

"Baby Black, obviously," Marlene replied. "Him and Sirius together must know everything that goes on in the school."

"That's because of Barty, not Reg," Dorcas said, laughing a little. "For all his loudmouth tenancies, he does a surprising amount of lurking."

Marlene laughed, very clearly surprised at Dorcas's honesty. Hermione knew about her brutal honesty at that point, and she was a bit taken aback that Marlene didn't know about that.

McGonagall entered the room then, Dorcas turned to her, and the memory spun away.

-

The next memory showed Dorcas looking stoic in a locker room similar to the one that Hermione had spent time in because of Ron and Harry. The grip she had on her broom told Hermione that her entire attitude was probably faked. 

"Are you ready for this, Meadowes?" the only other female player asked, lacing up her boots. "Ravenclaw's really good this year thanks to those new Beaters they got. Second years, both of them, and one's a girl, but they work together better than anyone I've ever seen."

"I'm friends with the Beaters," Dorcas said dismissively. "One of them will do his level best to knock anyone off their broom except me and the other will be a problem because she's actually smart."

"Which one?" the captain asked from where he was pulling on his jersey.

"The girl," Dorcas said. "The blond one's book-smart but incredibly stupid. He's only on the team because he's powerful. Pandora's smart and strong."

"Hope you all heard that," the captain called to the team. "The girl Beater's the smarter one and the boy will just try to knock you off your broom. If you can take her out of commission, do, but try not to get taken out of the game, Dahar."

"Boring," one of the Beaters muttered. "But fine."

"Anything else, since you're friends with them?" the Chaser girl asked.

Dorcas looked deep in thought. "Levine is their lead Chaser, but he's not as good as Abbas is. They let him lead because it's his last year, but it's going to be Abbas who scores if anyone does."

"Their Seeker?" the Slytherin Seeker asked.

"Smart, as Ravenclaw Seekers usually are," Dorcas replied. "His broom is horrible and he refuses to buy another one, so he'll be slow."

The Chaser girl grinned and clapped Dorcas on the back, "Earning your keep this game, aren't you? Bet your friends are going to be real mad when they lose."

"They already know they're going to lose, Anna," Dorcas said with a grin.

"That's the spirit," the captain said. "Alright, everyone up. They're going to call Ravenclaw first because they hate us, but we'll be soon after that. Order we fly out in is as it usually is– Koz, Ford, me, Dahar, Stroll, Meadowes, and St James. It's going to be a rough game, but we have our own little secret weapon."

"Stop making jokes about my height, asshole," Dorcas muttered, but she was smiling as everyone laughed with her.

Outside the room, someone began to call out the names of the Ravenclaws. Hermione heard only two she recognized- Crouch Jr and Rosier, presumably Barty and Pandora, and then the commentator began to call names the captain had said. The Chaser girl, Anna, flew out first, kicking hard off the ground and flying through the curtain. The second Chaser followed, then the captain, then the two Beaters, then Dorcas.

Hermione felt the wind in her hair like she was flying with Dorcas. She watched her do a loop around Barty, stick her tongue out, and fly to the goalposts. 

A memory interrupted the main one, sort of like a flashback within a flashback.

Dorcas was sitting with Anna and the captain, presumably after a practice.

"Hey, Meadowes," the captain said. "If you save more goals than we score, I'll let you hit Snape for every save you make. I'll even whipe his memory for you."

"That sounds fantastic," Dorcas said, grinning at him sideways.

The memory went back to Dorcas in front of the goalposts, waiting there as a younger Madame Hooch called out to the captains. Dorcas's captain shook hands with the Ravenclaw one, looking as though his mind was already in the sky.

Hermione still didn't understand Quidditch, and the fact that the memory only showed Dorcas's saves made it harder still to follow. One flash showed a Bludger coming at Dorcas at top speed, one of the Beaters throwing her his bat, and her smacking it as hard as she could at Barty and throwing the bat back to its rightful owner. Pandora smacked Barty's head the next time she flew by.

The memory began to whirl suddenly as a bludger rocketed towards Dorcas. She looked at it in surprise and tried to dive out of the way, but the memory went black.

send thoughts and prayers grade check ins for my seventh graders come out tomorrow and 1/2 of them are failing because they won't do the two pieces of gd homework i assigned them IT'S CADEN'S OWN DAMN FAULT HE'S FAILING JENNIFER HE HASN'T DONE AN ASSIGNMENT IN TWO MONTHS

[daysbookshelf]

A fic with animagus Sirius and Regulus interacting with each other in animal and human form but neither of them knowing the other is also an animagus it would just be so cute

[sunnysaystuff]

psps am in a hurt no comf mood...anyone have good cheating fic recs? no hea pref 🫶🫶 flawed characters forever

any ship is fineeee i'm just here for the infidelity

[d3molition-lov3rs]

“you’re gonna kill them dead, rockstar.”

third chapter of my dorcasxmarlene sapphic warped tour fic is up rn!!

time for the first show of the tour! the new chapter can be found here, otherwise will be linked below :)

[alltheyoungmoons]

started writing my remus lupin x la chimera “lost years” AU… leaving these here… for reference…

[avp23]

I want to throw my two cents into the canon/fanon Sirius discourse.

Earlier today I saw a beautiful fanart of wolfstar (by @basietta 😍 thank you) as the cover of the Fleetwood Mac album, “Rumors” and I LOVE IT. As a fan of the song itself as well, it made me so happy and I completely love the idea of this being how Sirius feels about Moony. It felt so right.

This feeling of rightness was then challenged by an unbidden thought: is it really canon-Sirius behavior to dress like that or sing that song?

I want to say more than the ol’ “interpret the character how you want, fandom is supposed to be fun!” and say no, canon-Sirius as in that awful person’s and Gary Oldman’s idea of who he was portraying probably would not!

hOWEVER!

The version of Sirius that felt so right doing this still feels so true and that version of Sirius that is so real to me from consuming fanon that it doesn’t feel OOC.

This reminded me of the argument that if people want to write Sirius “like this” so bad then they should just make an OC and i thought about why that doesn’t work. It doesn’t work because my understanding of Sirius is still the same character as Gary Oldman’s. He’s been through generally the same stuff, has the same life story. But this way is just an alternate way of how a character under those circumstances would develop! And it does not feel original because I’ve developed this concept of Sirius along with hundreds (thousands?) of other fans who engage in fandom s. So it’s not original because we’ve taken the character from canon but this is the version of Sirius many of us know and love. This is a Sirius I love reading about. Language develops to serve those who use it and we in fandom know what we mean when we speak of Sirius. (generally speaking)

[imaslutforgays]

“bonne nuit mon cher” he said caressing his hair gently, remus’ head lying onto his chest almost asleep.

sirius loved that sight, he could just keep staring at it forever and never get tired of it.

his soft skin and his even softer hair were incredibly mesmerizing to him.

sirius didn’t know remus wasn’t asleep yet so when remus grabbed and intertwined their hands together he got caught up by surprise and was even more confused when he heard him saying “bonne nuit à toi aussi mon amour”

[my-castles-crumbling]

Chapter 14- Clandestine

Here's a snippet from the newest chapter! Click the link below to read the whole thing!

Fic: Clandestine Pairings: Eventual Jegulus and background Wolfstar Rating: M Word count: 35k (work in progress)

“We need to get Reg out,” Sirius said after catching Remus and Peter up with the quickest of explanations. “He’s- he’s probably hurting even more, now, and I just-” he sighed, trying to suppress the raw panic at the thought that Regulus might be worse than hurt. “We need to. Now.”

But Remus seemed caught up on something else. “You said Mr. and Mrs. Potter were talking about curses?”

“Well yeah, it’s not shocking that old Wally used some dark magic, is it?” James piped up from his spot next to Sirius.

But Remus looked deep in thought. “But James, these are…these are dark curses. Unimaginable. Have you heard of the Unforgivable Curses?”

He was met by clueless silence.

Sighing, Remus continued, “There’s three curses that you go straight to Azkaban for: Imperio, Crucio, and Avada Kedavra.”

“The killing curse?” Peter asked from his seat at James’s desk.

“Yeah, that’s the last one. But the first one, Imperio, it’s supposed to be controlling. As in, it’s supposed to make it so you can make someone do whatever you want them to do, no questions,” Remus shrugged, looking imploringly at Sirius.

Sirius gasped a bit, nodding, clutching a bit at the bedspread. He felt James move closer to him and saw an angry vein jump in Remus's neck.

“Yes," Remus said stiffly. "Well. The other one, Crucio,” he continued, looking directly in Sirius’s eyes now from his spot at the foot of the bed, “it’s a...a torture curse." His voice was a whisper. "It’s supposed to be...the worst pain imaginable. The books I’ve read about it…the illustrations…it looks…” He trailed off, but the look he gave Sirius was one mixed with pity and something...undefinable.

Sirius winced, remembering, and again fought his racing heart. “That…yeah, that…” he murmured, unable to speak clearly.

“Fuck,” James whispered eloquently, clenching his hands into fists. "Those fucking pricks." Peter nodded fervently.

If Sirius had thought about it, he would have thought James would be the one to be the most pissed off. The most protective. They'd always been the closest, like brothers. But looking at Remus...he looked willing to kill. It was almost scary, the way his jaw was set and his hands clenched around the pillow he held.

Read the full work In progress here!

[rosamariaa]

Just wanted to come here and recommend this fanfic because it’s 5 in the morning and I’ve just finished it and I feel like I’ve been punched in my gut (aka the best feeling when you finish a fic). I have to stop reading gut wrenching stories in those liminal hours before sunrise…