#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

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“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

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DIVORCING ORION BLACK

⌈ A Marauders Era Fix-It-Fic - featuring Reader as Walburga Black but better ⌋

LAST UPDATED : 01/11/24 | [dd/mm/yy]

SERIES SUM. : Just another fix-it-fic where you fall into a fictional universe and take up the role of a villain but... in this instance, you replace Walburga Black.

You love the fandom but the Marauders Era has always been quite vague ...will you be able to live peacefully? One thing's for sure, you're getting a divorce and you're taking the kids!

UPDATE SCHEDULE : on the first day of every month, a new chapter will be posted the first chapter is the only exception ;)

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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Blackcest

📖 Back to Black | E | 6300 by @xveiro 🖤 Orion Black/Regulus Black/Sirius Black

📖 before it gets better, the darkness gets bigger | E | 2400 by @themoonthesunandthestarsbetween 🖤 Regulus Black/Sirius Black/Orion Black/Walburga Black

📖 Daddy Issues | E | 2500 🔒 by @mundrakan 🖤 Sirius Black/Draco Malfoy

📖 darkly deeply beautifully blue | M | 6300 by @ticigi 🖤 Regulus Black/Sirius Black

📖 Daydream Myopia | E | 4400 by @tenrousei-kuroi 🖤 Orion Black/ BlackRegulus, Regulus Black/Sirius Black

📖 fathers and sons | E | 1000 by dalula 🖤 Orion Black/Regulus Black

📖 Finders Keepers | E | 8900 🔒 by @mundrakan 🖤 Regulus Black/Sirius Black

📖 Haunted breaths | E | 5900 by @galaxostars 🖤 Draco Malfoy/Regulus Black

📖 keep your eyes on the stars (and your feet on the ground) | E | 1100 by @ifwerenotcareful 🖤 Orion Black/Regulus Black, Regulus Black/Sirius Black

📖 look, listen, learn | E | 2000 by dalula 🖤 Sirius Black/Draco Malfoy

📖 Morning Glory | E | 8600 by @faeries-withspirits 🖤 Regulus Black/Sirius Black/Remus Lupin/James Potter

📖 new dog, old tricks | E | 2300 by dalula 🖤 Sirius Black/Draco Malfoy

📖 Perfect Doll | E | 1100 by @piximera-fic 🖤 Narcissa Black/Walburga Black

📖 Princess Treatment | E | 5400 by black_promises 🖤 Cygnus Black III/Narcissa Black Malfoy

📖 Safe Place | E | 2900 by @zadezy 🖤 Regulus Black/Sirius Black

📖 territoriality | M | 1600 by @rotfraud 🖤 Marius Black/Dorea Black Potter

📖 The Open Secret | E | 1900 by @zadezy 🖤 Regulus Black/Sirius Black

📖 well you'll never find it if you're looking for it (rather waste my time with you) | E | 2700 by @themoonthesunandthestarsbetween 🖤 Regulus Black/Sirius Black

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Gauntcest

📖 Inspection Day | E | 2600 by @eleniaelres 🩶 Marvolo Gaunt/Ominis Gaunt/Ominis Gaunt's Father

📖 Lilium Candidum | E | 6800 by @noxxytocin 🩶 Marvolo Gaunt/Ominis Gaunt

📖 On Body and Soul | E | 3800 by @shyinsunlight 🩶 Marvolo Gaunt/Ominis Gaunt

📖 secret sweetness | E | 3000 by Anonymous 🩶 Marvolo Gaunt/Ominis Gaunt/Sebastian Sallow

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Malfoycest

📖 A Beach Day for Draco | E | 1400 by Anonymous 💚 Draco Malfoy/Lucius Malfoy

📖 ain't that like them (gifting life to you again) | E | 5000 by puzzlewood 💚 Draco Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy

📖 Beautiful Little Miracles | E | 2700 by @just-a-whorecrux 💚 Scorpius Malfoy/Lucius Malfoy/Draco Malfoy

📖 Empyrean | E | 1200 by BrokenBoughs 💚 Draco Malfoy/Scorpius Malfoy

📖 gifts in august | E | 2300 by dalula 💚 Abraxas Malfoy/Draco Malfoy

🎨 Helpful Son | E | Digital Art by @raptorhonks 💚 Draco Malfoy/Lucius Malfoy

📖 His Father Will Hear About This | E | 3000 by TheseDarkDelights 💚 Draco Malfoy/Lucius Malfoy

🎨 it was nightmare times | E | Digital Art by Anonymous 💚 Draco Malfoy/Lucius Malfoy

📖 The Perks of Being a Malfoy | E | 3500 by @faeries-withspirits 💚 Scorpius Malfoy/Draco Malfoy/Lucius Malfoy/Abraxas Malfoy

📖 tiny mirrors inside of your skull | E | 2900 by solifuge 💚 Draco Malfoy/Lucius Malfoy

📖 Wizards Without Wands | E | 14,300 by @rachels-memories 💚💛 Albus Severus Potter/Lucius Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy/Abraxas Malfoy

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Pottercest

📖🎨 a fire they can't put out | E | 4600 | Digital Art by @the-invisibility-bloke (fic) & @kis00kis (art) ❤️ Albus Severus Potter/Harry Potter

📖 Like Riding a Bike | E | 4200 by Anonymous ❤️ Harry Potter/James Sirius Potter

📖 Mirror of Desire | E | 1800 by Ancient_And_Noble_House_Of_Gaunt (The_Heir_of_Hufflepuff) ❤️ Harry Potter/Lily Luna Potter

📖 my whole existence is flawed (you get me closer to god) | M | 900 by Anonymous ❤️ Harry Potter/James Potter

📖 Scent Memory | E | 3100 by @daydreamerdisease ❤️ Fleamont Potter/James Potter

📖 Tense and Release | E | 6300 by anonanyway ❤️ Harry Potter/James Sirius Potter

📖 The Final Piece of the Puzzle | E | 9800 by @joe-dwaw ❤️💛 Harry Potter/Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter

📖 we are family (i got all my siblings with me) | E | 3500 by @themoonthesunandthestarsbetween ❤️💛 Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter, James Sirius Potter/Lily Luna Potter, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Albus Severus Potter/James Sirius Potter, Scorpius Malfoy/Lily Luna Potter

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Weasleycest

📖 D.B.C.C.H. | E | 6400 by @schmem14 🧡 Ginny Weasley/Charlie Weasley, Ginny Weasley/Other Weasley(s)

📖 Daddy Dearest | E | 2000 by @piximera-fic 🧡 Bill Weasley/Victoire Weasley

📖 Got Milk? | E | 1200 by @piximera-fic 🧡💛 Hermione Granger/Fred Weasley/George Weasley

📖 I'm a rebel just for kicks, now | E | 8400 by @faeries-withspirits 🧡 Arthur Weasley/Charlie Weasley/Ginny Weasley

📖🎨 Right Place, Wrong Time | E | 3400 | Digital Art by TheseDarkDelights 🧡 Hermione Granger/Fred Weasley/George Weasley

📖 Two Wrongs Make A Right | E | 1600 by @piximera-fic 🧡 Ron Weasley/Ginny Weasley/Harry Potter

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Othercest

📖 eye for eye, hand for hand | M | 3700 by @lumosatnight 💙 Astoria Greengrass/Daphne Greengrass

📖 Hers to Love | E | 12,600 by Anonymous 💙 Alice Longbottom/Neville Longbottom

📖 Playdates at Malfoy Manor | E | 9000 by @rachels-memories 💙 Lucius Malfoy/Rose Weasley

📖 Sisterly Life Lessons | E | 2500 by @nightfalltwen 💙 Astoria Greengrass/Daphne Greengrass/Other(s)

📖 The Grotto | E | 2700 by @schmem14 💙 Colin Creevey/Dennis Creevey

📖 The King of Underworld and his Queen | T | 1100 by @evadne01 💙 Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort

📖 Unmoored | M | 1300 by @ifwerenotcareful 💙 Padma Patil/Parvati Patil

📖 Unnatural Thoughts | E | 700 by @piximera-fic 💙 Dudley Dursley/Harry Potter (fantasy)

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Pseudocest

📖 For it might come true | E | 5000 🔒 by @mundrakan 💛 Harry Potter/Sirius Black

📖 tastes like the real thing | E | 15,900 by @the-invisibility-bloke 💛 Harry Potter/Teddy Lupin

📖 Training of the Disrespectful | NR | 1600 by @piximera-fic 💛 Harry Potter/Vernon Dursley

📖 Trapped by His Uncle | E | 1400 by @piximera-fic 💛 Draco Malfoy/Rodolphus Lestrange

📖 Written in the stars | E | 11,100 by @galaxostars 💛 Sirius Black/James Potter

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Selfcest

📖 again and again | E | 9400 by @swoontodeath 💜 Tom Riddle/Voldemort

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See you next fest!

[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

[ang3l0fde4th4ndd0gs]

Playlists Cause I Needed Something To Procrastinate With:

[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

[theo-notts-doll]

i have an itty bitty headcanon for one sirius orion black iii that i’d like to address if that’s cool?

sirius, as he grows up, fears his mother less and less. she’s awful, absolutely abhorrent, and merlin knows that will never change, but what can she do to him that she hasn’t previously? he’s not naïve enough to believe there isn’t a world of pain out there that he hasn’t experienced, but the weathered corner walburga rules is familiar and unchanging. walburga has never been soft in her discipline, and her anger is predictable as he grows.

if he were to face a boggart, he would see himself. not as he is, of course. sirius has shed blood, sweat and an insurmountable number of tears to be exactly who he is and fuck it if he isn’t comfortable in the skin he’s sewn himself. no, his boggart has succumbed to the black family madness, and that is what sirius fears. that he cannot escape his family, and instead becomes another copy, another mindless clone that thrives off pain and fear and chaos. this inheritance is the only truly unmovable force that could drive him to being just another black.

that is what sirius fears. what is to stop him from hurting his true family and his favoured parents and his brothers, if he is descending into the same spiral of insanity that has taken his mother, his cousin and who knows how many other relatives?

sirius knows, and the odds are not in his favour.

this is what sirius fears.

[forestgromlin]

happy birthday Sirius Orion Black III!!

[fakeicecubes]

Dear Sirius Orion Black III

As the family of Regulus Arcturus Black II, we regret to inform you of his untimely death. Today at 11:47, we got a letter from Narcissa Malfoy. She said his name on the tapestry was replaced with a skull, marking him dead.

We have started to conduct an investigation into his death. Updates will be sent monthly if you choose. I am sorry for your loss and wish you the best.

Frank Longbottom, Sr. Auror

Sirius couldn't breathe after he finished reading.

Somewhere in France, Regulus felt uneasy about something. But he did not know why.

[c-m-li-s-fanfic-corner]

So You Wanna Start a War?

(AO3 LINK)

Chapters: 1/13

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Arcturus Black III | Sirius Black's Grandfather & Sirius Black, Arcturus Black III | Sirius Black's Grandfather/Melania Macmillan Black, Sirius Black & James Potter, Sirius Black & Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin, Regulus Black & Sirius Black, Sirius Black/Dorcas Meadowes, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Remus Lupin & James Potter, Remus Lupin/Original Male Character(s), Alphard Black/Original Male Character(s), Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy

Characters: Sirius Black, Arcturus Black III | Sirius Black's Grandfather, Melania Macmillan Black, Lucretia Black Prewett, Ignatius Prewett, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Remus Lupin, Regulus Black, Walburga Black, Orion Black, Alphard Black, Cygnus Black III | Walburga Black's Brother, Druella Rosier Black, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Andromeda Black Tonks, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Ragnok (Harry Potter), Original Goblin Character(s), Minerva McGonagall, Abraxas Malfoy

Additional Tags: Marauders Era (Harry Potter), The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, Bad Parent Walburga Black, Bad Parent Orion Black, Child Abuse, Attempted Murder, Torture, Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence, Bad Friend Peter Pettigrew, magical politics, Racism, Magical and Muggle, Desi James Potter, Interracial Relationship, Magical Lineages, Magical Nobility, Noble Houses actually mean something, Animagus Sirius Black, Animagus James Potter, Werewolf Remus Lupin, Trans Male Character, Panic Attacks, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Male-Female Friendship, Platonic Female/Male Relationships, BAMF Sirius Black, BAMF James Potter, Attempted Kidnapping, Non-Consensual Drug Use, potions counts as drugs right?

Series: Part 1 of In the Age of Icons

Summary:

When Sirius Black ran from his parents at sixteen, he didn't run to his best friend. Instead, he ran to his grandfather, Arcturus Black.

As the Lord of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, Arcturus Black has a great deal of say in what happens next.

See below for my casting choices: