#sirius orion black III

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

"i think everyone who's known you has hated you just as much as they've loved you," and it's regulus to sirius because he hates that he cant not love sirius, he hates that walburga never looks at regulus for who he is but only for what sirius was not (or was meant to be - not like walburga has said his name since he left), that every person from the aristocratic families resented sirius for what he managed more than hating him for what he did.

but it goes further - because it's remus after the prank and after sirius gets sent to azkaban thinking i hate him i hate him i hate him but he loves him, still.

its peter when he notices that he isn't james' best friend anymore, but he cant be mad (only upset) because of course james would prefer sirius over him, he himself would too.

its james when he gets in a fight with lily because he spends too much time with sirius and hates himself for how he'd let these problems continue to continue spending time with sirius.

(it sirius looking in the mirror at grimmauld place and thinking back on everything he's ever done and thinking this is it. this is it. this is all i've done and loved and suffered. was it worth?)

[heaven4lostgirls]

But we need a vampire! Au with Siri cause IDK why I finished Tvd for the 8th time and I'm crying. I need more angst maybe Katherine's trauma with Y/n or Reader...???

Midnight rain

Sirius Black x Reader

A/N : ty for this request!! it really was lovely to write however I haven’t watched TVD in ages so it’s not exactly canon compliant but it has some elements!

Sirius was born into the original family, the strong and purest line of the Black family was a weight Sirius was accustomed to. Having been a vampire for over thousands of years and having lost many of his loved ones along the way he was sure that the only way he would find happiness was to gain more power.

Most vampires in your town knew of the original family but had never met any of the members which is why it was a shock to you to receive a letter asking for your attendance to a ball the Black family was hosting.

You fell a part of the Black line as you were turned by Sirius Black, you were close with James Potter who was the first to be turned by Sirius as you both aimed to live a somewhat normal lifestyle until humans speculated why you never seemed to age where you both would then pack up and move. It was hard but it kept you both alive.

The return of the Black family to London was a shock amongst all of you, James kept in touch with Sirius through letters but it was odd for him to return home after so long.

As you reached the Black family house in your evening gown you were welcomed by many compelled young vampires who were working as servers, you accepted a small glass of champagne before you made your way inside.

Sirius stood on the stairs alongside his family in clean crisp tuxedos and gowns.

Sirius was not suprised to see you walk into the ball however his jealousy had sparked when he saw you accompanied by James. He had spoken to James on multiple occasions telling him that he wished for you to be his, but he knew it would never be able to happen.

Your family was not pure-bloods and nor were they high up within the vampire kingdom however because you were turned by an original it made you stronger and more important than others that came after you.

Unbeknownst to Sirius’ knowledge you had fallen in love with the elder black brother thousands of years ago when you both had the honor of meeting, he however had changed you in a fit of range and sub-sequential guilt. He had left your hometown the day after he had brutally murdered your family and it had taken you well over a decade to mourn the loss of your family and get over your hatred for Sirius.

When you met again, Sirius was alive and well in Chicago in the 60’s, you waved him down as you sat at the bar in your flapper dress and when the butterflied first started you believed that something was wrong with you, maybe vervain in the water? But you would have been able to taste it considering you had built up a tolerance.

Sirius and you spent a good night together getting lost within each others bodies, only for him to disappear the following morning without a note of acknowledgment that he knew who you were.

After all of that it was better for you to ignore your feelings for the Black heir as you knew it would only inevitably lead to pain or worse, your death. Which is why it was a shock to you to receive an invitation to this ball, why would he want to see you after all these years? Never in contact with you and never seeing one another after the 60’s so why all of a sudden was he in town and hosting a ball with the rest of his fucking family?

As your inner monologue continued to cuss out so Sirius and his annoyingly handsome looks you were interrupted by the likes of Barty Crouch Jr who asked if he could have your hand to dance.

You nod to James that you’ll be okay as he smirks and goes before leaving your side to walk to Sirius who looks close to breaking the banister as his knuckles go white as his pressure increases.

He watches as you and Barty dance together and he can’t help but feel a sense of disappointment flow through his body as you look so happy and content in another man’s arms as he pines for you.

He makes it his mission to intercept you just after the song ends and you look at him in half part indifference and other parts sullen, it seemed that your heart did not seem to believe what your mind was telling it. Let. Him. Go.

Sirius smiles as he bows in front of you, you curtesy out of politeness before you attempt to move away from him. He grasps your glove covered wrist in his hand and pulls you closer to him.

“I expected a better welcome than that my love”

You scoff indignantly at his claim, “why would i welcome you any differently than anyone else lord black?”

Sirius doesn’t seem to understand the hostility in your tone as his brows furrow

“I assumed you would be happy to see me?”

“I would be happy to see the same man who left me alone in bed 50 years ago without a note or explanation?”

He sighs and looks almost embarrassed

“I planned on coming back, I swear it, i had gone to get us breakfast but by the time I had returned you had already left”

“I do not care for your excuses Sirius, I heard about you turning Katherine”

Sirius almost looks shocked at your confession

“She is in the past-“

“And so am i Sirius, I will not wait around another 500 years for you to decide that I am enough. You left me once, you can do it again”

Sirius feels his heart drop the moment those words leave your mouth.

Why? Why can’t he do one thing right.

He planned this ball for you, a chance for you both to reconnect and have a chance as a normal couple.

He didn’t mean for it to go downhill so fast, he needs you to understand how much he cares for you.

As he comes out of his anxious haze he realizes you’re no longer standing in front of him and he spins around in panic looking for you only to realize that you’ve left the ball and he has no idea how to find you.

[messervixen]

Sirius Black is real.

His name is Conan Gray.

[bellwood-qudditch]

Arcturus Black III

Faceclaim: Matt Bomer

“The husband to Melania MacMillan, father to Orion Black and Lucretia Prewett. Son of Sirius Black II and Hesper Gamp.”

May 19th, 1901–November 30th, 1991

[my-castles-crumbling]

five - february 21 - black brothers - background jegulus - @black-brothers-microfic - cw: orion and walburga black are pieces of shit, but it's vague - word count: 613

Regulus Black had always been an insufferably serious person. Sirius always liked to joke that they'd been named incorrectly- Regulus was the one who never smiled, after all. But by the time he and Regulus escaped home at ages fifteen and sixteen, Sirius could only remember a grand total of five times that Regulus had really, truly smiled.

I

The first had, of course, been his first smile. Baby Regulus had been almost as emotionless as his teenage counterpart, hardly any tears or smiles, but the one time he had grinned, Sirius had caught it. And oh, it had been a sight to behold. A beautiful flash of gums followed by a little angelic giggle. Sirius's stomach had filled with joy as he'd smiled in return, so happy to see his baby brother happy.

Of course, it had been cut off quickly, when Mother had yelled so loudly, Regulus had started to cry.

II

The second time had been when they were small. Regulus had learned quickly that emotions weren't tolerated in the Black household and was a master of hiding them. But once, while they were hidden away in Sirius's room, reading a book that he had stolen from the local Muggle library, Sirius had caught it: the fleeting glimpse of glittering eyes and shining white teeth as Regulus had listened to Sirius read to him.

The feeling of seeing his brother smile had gotten him through insufferable meals for moths after.

III

The third time was when Sirius came home from his first year at Hogwarts. It had been so long since they'd seen each other, and though Sirius had written weekly, he'd felt like there was a gaping chasm in his chest where Regulus ought to be. So when a very stoic-looking Mother and Father greeted him on the platform, he ignored them. He instead focused on Regulus, who grinned from ear-to-ear, pulling him into a hug.

That hug and that smile helped him through one of the worst summers of his life.

IV

The fourth time was, of course, when Regulus got his own Hogwarts letter. Eleven-year-old Regulus looked like he was going to cry with happiness when he opened the thick envelope, and Sirius wanted to cry with pride along with him.

Of course, Mother and Father immediately ruined it by reminding Regulus that he better be a Slytherin 'or else.'

V

The fifth, and most recent, time was when Regulus had caught the Snitch in his first school Quidditch game, winning for Slytherin.

Sirius knew he was supposed to be rooting for Ravenclaw, but he couldn't help himself: seeing his brother smile like that made him scream his head off, pride swelling in his chest as he watched Regulus lifted on the shoulders of the other players.

+1

But now...now they were here. Showing up at the front door of the Potter residence in the middle of the night after what could only be described as the most horrific week of Sirius's life. He expected Regulus to be even more closed-off than usual. He expected him to maybe even cry, or scream.

But when James opened the door, and he and Regulus locked eyes...

Regulus broke into the biggest, most adoring, relieved smile Sirius had ever seen. And he watched as his brother rushed into James's arms, gripping him tightly like if he didn't, he would disappear.

And in that moment, Sirius realized that while he was a bit annoyed that he hadn't been told about something (because he was smart enough to know that friends didn't embrace like that), he absolutely didn't care. Because anyone who made Regulus smile like that was absolutely perfect for him.

[kquil]

DIVORCING ORION BLACK

SERIES SUM. : This is what happens when you, an avid Harry Potter fan, replace Walburga and have the chance to change the future, starting with improving Sirius and Regulus' childhood. You'll be getting a divorce! And you'll be the one taking the kids!

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CHAPTERS :

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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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⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙- *̩̩̥͙ pretty little liars reality intro!!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ reality info!!

: ̗̀➛ it is currently august 25, 2024 just before the start of season 1)

: ̗̀➛ ella was born in 1984

: ̗̀➛ ella doesn’t ever get back with byron bc he’s a judgy little shit and i don’t like him. at all. 😌

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ about me!!

name: liliana amore black

nickname(s): lily, lils, lil, anne, annie

age: 16

date of birth: september 10, 2007

birthplace: rosewood, pennsylvania

ethnicity: french-italian

height: 5'4"

occupation: high school junior

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: she/her

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my backstory!!

: ̗̀➛ i was born on september 10, 2007 in versailles, france to sirius orion black iii & cerese kaia black née di angelo. i am the paternal niece of regulus ara black ii. my parents & i moved to rosewood when i was 3 years old. i've been best friends with alison dilaurentis since we were 5 years old after we met in kindergarten and the two of us became as close as sisters. a few weeks after she disappeared, my parents moved us to paris, france and that's where i've been living for the past year. a few days after moving to paris, i met scarlett & elias and the three of us became close very quickly. three weeks ago though, me & my parents moved back to rosewood into our old house.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my dad!!

name: sirius orion black iii

nickname(s): dad, siri

age: 37

date of birth: november 3, 1986

birthplace: versailles, france

ethnicity: french

height: 6'1"

occupation: lawyer

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: he/him

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my mom!!

name: cerese kaia black née di angelo

nickname(s): mom

age: 37

date of birth: january 30, 1987

birthplace: florence, italy

ethnicity: italian

height: 5'3"

occupation: artist

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: she/her

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my future husband!!

name: sterling aaron rose

nickname(s): ster

age: 22

date of birth: march 27, 2002

birthplace: rosewood, pennsylvania

ethnicity: greek-mexican

height: 6'4"

occupation: bartender

sexuality: pansexual

pronouns: he/him

our trope: best friend's brother, secret relationship

other info: he's the older half-brother of aria & mike, he was an accidental pregnancy, he’s never met his birth father and doesn’t really care to, he’s been best friends with jason since they were 5

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my best friends!!

[princesiriuslynotdrunk]

Wonderful to make your acquaintance I’m Prince Sirius Orion Black the III. Eldest son of King Orion and Queen Walburga Black and heir to the French throne. I’ve recently completed my studies abroad at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You may find that my time is mainly occupied by lessons and parties.

Si tu veux mon attention, chérie, regarde dans ma direction… et tu crieras mon nom en un rien de temps.

Gentlemen and ladies whom I’m acquainted with:

My closet friend and Future Duke of Godric: @jamesfl-potter

A friend, heiress pettigrew: @ladypenelopepettigrew

My dear cousin: @pandasloveroses

Lady Hestia: @ladyhestia

Lord Crouch Jr: @the-better-lord-crouch

Viscount McKinnon: @not-your-lady-mckinnon

Prince Lovegood: @lovethywell

Lady of sight: @sybill-sees

This is a bridgerton inspired representation of Sirius Black. if you don't like it, do not interact. But if you want to join the rp, dm @lixzey or @jennapancake

[lulublack90]

Prompt 1 - Throw

Wolfstar, January 1, word count 470

This is a continuation from last month's Wolfstar microfics, however, as this month's prompts don't line up with where I feel this series is going, I'm writing it separately from the main microfics. As always, I hope you all enjoy reading. Lulu x

Previous part First part

Remus went to throw the next load of dirty sheets into the industrial-sized washing machine. He insisted on wearing gloves. He didn’t care how high-end the hotel was; people were still disgusting, and when the sheets had stiff, crispy spots on them, there wasn’t enough money in the world for Remus to touch those with his bare hands. 

All his machines were whirring away, and all the dry items had been sent to the next department on their journey back onto a bed. He found himself at a loss for what to do now, so he decided to take his break a little earlier than usual. He went to his locker, took out the bar of dairy milk he’d packed for his midmorning snack, and pulled his phone out. 

He sat with his back against one of the giant bins of laundry on a little stool. He tore open the chocolate wrapper, took a bite of the rich creamy chocolate and unlocked his phone. 

The first thing he did was check his emails. Nothing new there, just a lot of companies trying to sell him stuff he didn’t need. He sent a quick message to his father, checking up on him, but not expecting a reply. He watched as the tiny words under his message showed up saying ‘read’. Well, at least he was alive. That done, he bit his lip and opened his browser, carefully typing in, ‘Sirius Black’, and pressed enter. 

Shocked was a mild way of putting how completely flabbergasted Remus was at what he read. Sirius Orion Black III was the eldest son of Orion and Walburga Black, the family who owned half the country and so many businesses Remus couldn’t read them all. He did discover that they actually owned the very hotel he was working in. The Black Star Hotel Group, kinda obvious if you think about it. 

He continued searching, skimming through gigabytes of data on the man who’d slept in his bed last night. The papers made him out to be a black sheep, a player, a total disappointment to his elite family name. Then he came across an article which made his heart drop.

‘Regulus Arcturus Black dead at 18,’

“Oh, Sirius,” He sighed. The anniversary had been yesterday. No wonder he hadn’t wanted to leave. He didn’t want to be alone. 

The buzzer on the dryer beeped, followed by the loud ding from the washing machine and then the next dryer and the next washing machine along the line of machines until the room was deafeningly silent.

He stuffed his forgotten chocolate bar into his mouth and got back to work, deciding that he wouldn’t bring anything up to Sirius if he did actually appear at Remus’s flat again that night, but he was definitely cooking him a decent dinner.  

Next part

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

tired of the 'they both reached for the gun' and the gun is regulus like please please pleaseee i want a sirius one. please. please? i havent seen one yet. guys please. ive seen jegulus but i havent seen the very real james vs wally over sirius. please please please pl

[florsial]

I personally think you should give us MORE Regulus hcs(pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseursosmartpleaseee)

Regulus Black my favorite failed sacrificial lamb

-Starting simple, I see him as Chinese and from Fuzhou. I think he spent more time in Fuzhou with Orion’s parents, Arcturus iii and Melania so he’s more connected and attached to his culture than Sirius (who I feel is more detached because he’s expected to take over the family in an English setting, so his English education was stricter) and the moment Regulus steps into the UK, he just feels homesick most of the time and spends his summers with his grandparents and Sirius (until Sirius runs away)

-He’s always going to be trans to me and I think it’s more so in a way that WE as a viewer know he’s trans but Regulus is more so in denial/oblivious. I think he would find it easier to jsut act but we as the reader/observer can tell what he does not wish to tell.

-Childhood friend with the Rosier twins. They’ve known each other for years. I kinda see them in a QPR. Regulus has only photos of them and no one else. They just get him like no else does.

-He wouldn’t try to become a animagus, I fully believe he would be too paranoid of the cons and possible failures and risk to actually try it. While i sometimes talk about him being one, a two headed lamb, in reality I just don’t think he do it. It’s too risky for him and the chances working are not guaranteed.

-Selfishness is a CRUCIAL part of his character to me. He wants this and this and believes he deserves it because he knows he’s not healthy. It’s his justification for everything. He latches on hard to things he wants and when he lets go everything is covered on blood from his nails.

-Violinist! He plays the violin and other strings instruments. It’s a huge comfort to him.

-Sirius babied him HARD. No comment. He raised Regulus and now Regulus is unhealthily codependent.

-Always shares a half of moon cake with Sirius during Mid Autumn. Once a year a pretty owl with drop half a moon cake to the Gryffindor tables with the inside neatly hollowed because Sirius isn’t a fan of the salted duck yolk.

-Let’s be honest, he’s a classical music listener to the CORE OF HIS BEING

-He invokes a feeling of helplessness within people, no matter how shitty he acts to them. There is just something about him and his glassy eyes that make people pity him. (*cue pretty doe eyes and Barty is immediately agreeing to whatever Regulus wants*)

-I used to hc him as taller than Sirius but I kinda reverted back to canon and made him shorter lol. So yeahhhh, I’m a short Regulus truther now (it’s not even a fanon thing this man is described as being smaller than Sirius) (Sirius wasn’t even in the damn photo and Harry was like “Smaller than Sirius yep”)

[major-toast]

Introducing - Forget Me Not

Sirius Orion Black III - The Banished Prince

// No one should be treated more cruelly than others just because they are different. // You can muzzle a dog, but it will always know how to bark. // I danced in their masquerade until my breath grew ragged and my feet started bleeding. //

[alltheyoungmoons]

I am once again thinking about which dog breed is one certain Padfoot, also sometimes known as Sirius Orion Black III. I've compiled here all the breeds that I think best suit his description in the books and some of the headcanons/representations in fanart I've seen most often, but feel free to drop new suggestions in the tags!!! My choice and my reasoning headcanon behind it you can find here - breed references in photos under the cut 🫡

Newfie:

Poodle

Scottish Deerhound / irish Wolfhound

Groenendael

Giant Schnauzer

Great Dane

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Magical Menagerie Holiday Gift Fics!

We had an amazing 26 gift fics, artwork and podfics created by our server members this year. We are so so proud of every single one and thankful to have such talented and lovely friends.

Check them out below, or view the entire collection here!

The Descent, Chaos_Bear for AlenaBlack

Harry Potter/Voldemort, Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy Secrets, grief and blood magic collide in the depths of the Austrian Alps.

Emerald Green Eyes, BvinYa_Raama for Nobody02

Harry Potter/Severus Snape Severus is content to stand with his glass of eggnog and glare at the Christmas Eve festivities; at his best friend and her bastard of a husband getting cosy. Harry doesn't have to walk in and ruin his delusions. Confront him about his jealousy and his insecurities. Or shove Severus into his bedroom and get frisky. He does it all anyway.

Again, in that Garden, Chaos_Bear & tantan_tanpopo for MrsLucyGoosey

Harry Potter/Severus Snape Severus saw him at Ministry parties sometimes.

As Rust Eats Iron, BvinYa_Raama for Artemisia_Black_95

Orion Black/Walburga Black, Walburga Black/Tom Riddle Cygnus Black was impatient; he was growing old, and his granddaughter was his only chance of getting back into the main line. Not to mention the unsavoury rumours circulating about his granddaughter and her... affiliations... with a Mudblood boy. How lucky then, that it was tradition for the Blacks to marry at age thirteen.

Vexing Veela Progenitors, wretchedanddivine for JadedandConfused

Draco Malfoy/Tom Riddle | Voldemort When a ritual backfires and activates one of Tom's classmates creature inheritances, there are some unexpected side effects.

AITAH For Seducing My Co-Worker To Get Cadaver Parts?, JadedandConfused for QuerysQuandary

Harry Potter/Tom Riddle Someone in the Department of Mysteries Necromancy Department needs help from the internet to try and navigate the terms of his terrifying but rewarding new relationship. Chaos Ensues.

You Are In Love, Kits_Writing for Erisedwrites

Draco Malfoy/Neville Longbottom Accepting you are falling in love isn't easy, but after you've come to terms with it, it's almost a relief. That is, until you're locked in a room with the person you're in love with, dosed with truth serum, and really just don't want to embarrass yourself.

I'm not in love, Erisedwrites for Kits_Writing

Severus Snape/Voldemort Severus Snape gets dicked down by his suprise soulmate on Christmas.

The Exception, Chaos_bear for Shipsen

Harry Potter/Severus Snape An unexpected bond forged in the moments before death trails Harry and Severus throughout their post-war lives.

Truebloods prevail, Shipsen for aleysia snape

Cygnus Black III/Hermione Granger/Abraxas Malfoy After a botched potion accident Hermione Granger ends up in the past. Is there anything there that can keep her interest?

Bleeding Hearts (Bloody Hands), QuerysQuandary for Lytri

Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort The Ministry is setting harsher regulations on dark creatures in the wake of the war. In an attempt to get Harry to join the Aurors the Ministry bombards him with letters. After a year and a half, Harry decides he is sick of it. Chaos ensues.

妙に見覚えがある(Artwork), tantan_tanpopo for wretchedanddivine

Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort Time Travel, Fanart, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting

A Murder Most Grim, GwaineoftheDames for SquibNation10

Sirius Black/Severus Snape Severus does not know how to take this version of Sirius Black, especially since Black seems rather inclined to trust him.

The Sicilian Defence, Lytri for 330330

Harry Potter/Tom Riddle Harry, newly divorced, pulls out a book he shouldn't in Grimmauld Place and finds himself meeting a familiar foe.

where i have to go, desert_forest for marrythemonsters

Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter “So,” Ron murmured, “how was Malfoy last night? You two going to make it through the year without strangling each other?” Harry thought of Malfoy’s bloodless face in the moonlight, the way he’d shaken uncontrollably atop his bedsheets. “Yeah,” he said absently. “Don’t worry about it.” Or: assembly instructions for something new in an old place.

Face Unafraid, Kits_Writing for Anne_ONimauss

Bruce Banner/Hermione Granger, Thor Odinson/Viktor Krum Hermione and Viktor really need a vacation, but that doesn't mean Hermione has to completely stop working. Right? They meet some interestingly beautiful people along the way.

At First Flight, moss_and_flame for Ducky1783

Regulus Black/James Potter/Lily Evans Potter Regulus, James, and Lily wouldn't give up their little slice of chaos for the world.

Alone Together, marrythemonsters for DarthGabius

Pansy Parkinson/Harry Potter Halfway through his eighth year at Hogwarts, Harry is feeling aimless and alone. Everyone seems to be coupling up around him and he worries he'll be left behind. He's not sure how to stop pushing everyone away, until a late night accidental meeting in the eighth year common room (re)introduces him to someone who pushes right back.

King of Wrath, Queen of Souls, SquibNation10 for moss_and_flame

Fleamont Potter/Tom Riddle Tom Riddle burns with a fire that defies convention. Fleamont “Monty” Potter is a man whose life appears complete on the surface but is hollow beneath. Monty reaches out, unable to resist the raw, consuming allure that Tom embodies. What risks is he willing to take to seduce danger, to tempt a path he has never dared walk, to pry open the door of death...or the door to love?

A Matching Set, Chaos_Bear for GwaineoftheDames

Sirius Black/Harry Potter/James Potter Harry's gone back in time to save the world, as usual, but he didn't account for his father and godfather being the ultimate distractions.

The Gift of Life (Artwork), Nobody02 for Kits_Writing

Harry Potter/Severus Snape Harry and Severus are soulmates, so eventually they decide to form a family.

Powers Unknown, aleysiasnape for rianitida

Hermione Granger/Harry Potter/Ron Weasley Hermione has an awakened unknown power.

Salt and Snow, DarthGabius for FiendishFyre

Sirius Black/Severus Snape Every year, eager apprentices and their renowned masters gather at the Hogsmeade Yuletide Fair to showcase their advancements. Sirius Black takes this perfect opportunity to test his latest creation, and Severus Snape, by consequence, ends up having a terrible day. Or does he?

Plains of Oblivion (Podfic), MrsLucyGoosey for Hyalith

Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort Trapped in the past with no way home, a disillusioned Harry executes a plan to make an ally of the rising Dark Lord and reshape history. A Podfic of milkandmoon’s amazing fic!

Tuesday, Chaos_Bear for desert_forest

Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy Harry is injured, and Draco helps him.

Sacrifice of the Father, Bears the sins of the Son, 330330 for BvinYa_Raama

Harry Potter & Tom Riddle | Voldemort When things don't go exactly according to plan in the Graveyard, and the consequences of a botched resurrection are a little too 'evident'. Both Harry and Voldemort have a startling confrontation where it's all laid bare.

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