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siredtoyourlips · 8 months

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Sirius x Remus x Fem!Reader

Summary~ The aftermath of the war and Y/n Potter daughter of James and Lily Potter and Sister of Harry Potter stayed behind and helped rebuild and heal those who needed help after it, in those two years of staying behind she got closer to Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. What happens when she overhears them talking about something she probably shouldn't have heard?

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Warnings~ Small talk about the war, Reader is a nurse, kinda girly ( she wears a skirt), Dirty talk, Threesome, Anal, unprotected sex ( that's a nono), Breading kink ( at the end), James is dead but its still James best friends, kissing, Remus and Sirius kinda fighting over reader, soft sex basically, pet names, my writing, reader got hurt from a belt, Sub!Reader Dom! Remus and Sirius, Kinda begging but not really Reader is about 19-20 and Remus and Sirius are 40.

PSA~ this is never permanently stated but Remus and Sirius are like Lowkey together

Where ever I go there's always eyes glued to me, it's not anything I did per say but its because who I am and the family I was born into.

Two years ago me and my brother defeated the dark lord and the death eaters, they killed friends and family, they ruined our school and traumatized many of us but they didn't take away what was left of our family. We had to make it look like Sirius died so the death eaters would think they had an edge on us, oh were they wrong.

We won and saved people who probably weren't going to be saved like Sirius, Remus, Fred, and Lavender. Every since the war everyone gets along better there's no hateful things said about people with different blood statuses or abilities like there was before.

While Harry went to be an Auror and start his life with Ginny, I stayed behind to help rebuild the castle and help those who were in need, I'm a part-time nurse. I still live with Sirius and Remus or should I say they live with me, I pay the bills but after the war they just wanted to be alone from all the prying eyes and who could blame them. From my parents dying to this day all attention has been on us. It's finally dying down.

Today has been a long day, while so many people are working on building the school there's also so many people getting hurt, I have at least 10 patients a day and today that was tripped. This day is finally ending.

As I walk through the front door I see all the lights off except for one, the living room light. I take my shoes off and walk into the lighted up room and I assume the two men who I've lived with the past two years are on the couch, Remus is wide awake with just a pair of pants on watching some muggle documentary but Sirius is no where to be found .

Remus sees me and waves me over to sit with him, and I do. See the thing is I live with the hottest men ever and it drives me insane especially when they dress like this.

' long day sweetheart?' he asks when I lay my head on his shoulder and I just mumble a 'mhm' and feel him putting a blanket around me. I feel so cozy that I don't realize that I was falling asleep until what I assume is not that later because Remus is watching the same thing but Sirius is on the other side of me rubbing my back, and I feel safe, and I start dozing off again

'how long has she been sleeping?' that's Sirus's voice. ' bout an hour, she fell asleep right after she came home, long day at work'.

'I bet' Sirius mumbles. 'Her short outfits always drives me insane, I swear she does it on purpose' Sirius says and I hear Remus clear his throat before he sits up straight and my head falls and hits his belt. And that's when I really wake up 'ow' I mumble as Remus picks up my head and looks like a deer in headlights, I can tell he feels so bad for moving ' I'm so sorry hunny' he says, clearly tense ' its ok' I say.

Sirius stands up and looks at my head, 'nothing bad love just a little red' he says and takes my hand and says ' lets go to bed, ok?' and I just nod.

They both walk me up stairs and after what I think I heard Sirius say I'm curious as to how Remus feels too so I say, 'can i sleep in your room tonight please?'. and they don't say anything and just open their door and let me come in.

This wasn't a first time thing, I have nightmares frequently and if I don't end up in their bed one or both of them come in mine so I feel more safe after the dream I had. ' How does your head feel' Sirius asks and they both look at my head than at me ' fine, doesn't really hurt at all.

'Im so sorry that you had to wake up to that Y/n'. Remus says and I blurt out ' was kinda awake anyways' rookie mistake Y/n, and they both just look at each other and Sirius asks 'so you heard what we were talking about then?'

I look at him and say 'yeah, didn't mean to but I did' and sirius looked freaked while Remus was the calm one this time. 'Why didn't you say anything' Sirius asks you. 'I dunno, was scared' and they look at each other than back at you 'of what love?' Remus says. You just shrug, you're too tired to do this, so you get up and walk to the door but they both jump right up and stop you sirius closes the door and Remus tilts your head towars him, and with a wave of confidence Remus says 'baby, you gotta tell us what you're thinking' and you do, but have to, theres no way around it. 'I feel that way too' I mumble under my breath and of course they heard it.

'Is that so?' Sirius asks as he walks up to me and picks me up, not giving a single inch of attention to Remus and puts me back on the bed and kisses me without warning. And I let him and if wasn't for Remus yanking Sirius back I don't think the kiss would have ended. It took ten seconds from Sirius kissing me to Remus kissing me.

Remus backs up and just looks at me, his and Sirius's eyes and blown. 'We have to stop, if we don't then I'm going to go all the way' Remus says ' yeah' sirius mumbles.

'I want to go all the way' I say and it doesn't take ten seconds before Sirius's shirt is thrown and I'm laying down with Remus hands going to my shirt taking it off. Then my skirt, and I look over to Sirius and the only thing he has on is his boxers, and you can see how hard he is. Remus now backs up and takes his belt and pants off while Sirius kisses down my neck and reaches his hand down my back and unclips my bra and Remus comes back over and lifts up my ass and takes off my panties.

They both sit back for a minute to look at me, but that miniute ends when Sirius starts rubbing my clit ' that feel good baby, yeah. I bet it does' Sirius whispers into my hear. Remus brings his hand down and starts fingering me. ' shit baby, so tight. How are you ever going to fit me?' he mumbles to himself 'want your cock please' and the second I say that I can tell that they both are about to tackle each other.

Remus stand up and takes his boxers off and out springs the biggest dick I've ever seen. I can't stop staring at it ' you ready baby' Remus says and he lines himself 'mhm' you mumble and he slowly starts stretching you out. And your breath shakes and he notices it ' breath hunny, you got this' and you nod your head and say 'please move' and he does. he goes slow at first but then slowly starts to go faster, and you look over to Sirius who's looking at your tits bouncing, ' want your cock Siri' and he pulls his boxers down and says 'where do you want me baby'

And you think for a second and look at Remus 'please' you say and he looks at you all confused and slows down ' what baby' and you whisper something in his ear and he's grinning ear to ear. He picks you up and walks you around the bed to Sirius and says ' she wants you to take her in her ass' and Sirius doesn't waste a moment before he's going to his drawer and grabbing his lube and making sure it wont hurt as bad

'you ready doll?' he asks and waits for a response ' yeah' and then he very slowly sinks you down on his dick. and slowly starts to move. The faster Remus goes the faster Sirius does and it feels so good. ' OH MY GOD' you moan out. 'Shit' Sirius mumbles as he goes faster and Remus runs your clit ' Shit, fuck DADDY' you scream out and it surprises them both but they don't care who it was directed at, you don't even know who it was at, it doesnt matter.

'Shit, baby you about to cum?' Remus asks and you just nod your head. 'Cum with us sweetheart' Sirius says and you do right before they both cum in you. It felt so good that you blacked out and when you gain control again they're both pulled out and Remus had a warm wet rag against your pussy and ass wiping the mess they made.

'Next time my cum is staying in you baby' Remus says right before you pass out.

#smut #fanfiction #sirius black smut #remus lupin smut #remus lupin #remus lupin fluff #sirius black fluff #harry potter universe #threes0me

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allyeardepression · 2 months

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@jegulus-microfic | feb 29 address | words 1881

hi, so this one is so fucking long, i don’t even know how it happened. anyways, hope you’ll enjoy it :3

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Reg

Will you be there tonight?

James looked at the message he received almost half an hour ago and for the hundredth time deleted his response.

‘Of course I’ll be there’ sounded too eager. ‘Yeah’ was out of question with it being too dry. ‘I’ll try to make it’ was just mean, like when you have a big event at school and your parents say that exact line, and you just feel like shit. So he sat there, on his couch, contemplating how to answer the man he apparently fancies. He thought the crush went away with them going separate ways after school, but oh well. With just one dinner, all the feelings came back, making him feel like a teenager again.

He deleted another answer when Regulus texted him again.

Reg

You know I can see you typing then changing your mind over and over again, right?

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was his chance to keep this from getting any weirder.

James

yeah i know sorry about that

and answering the first question yes ill be there

With that, he threw his phone as far away from himself as he could and went to have a crisis while taking a shower. And don’t get him wrong - he really wanted to be there, to see the art Regulus makes, but at the same time he didn’t want to make a fool of himself. He liked Reg, he wanted to get to know him again after all those years they haven’t talked. And yet, he was still afraid he would fuck it up somehow.

“No you won’t” he said to his reflection in the mirror. “You won’t, just pull yourself together. And don’t act weird, just… be who you are. If he doesn’t like it, back off.”

After that little motivational talk, James started to get ready properly. He did his skincare routine, tried to (and failed) tame the nest on his head, also known as hair, and went to the closet to find something suitable for the occasion. How does one even dress for opening?

Having no better option, James decided to do the most stupid thing he could do.

“What are you wearing tonight?” he asked without any greeting. On the other side he heard the most feral laughter ever and just groaned at it. “It’s not funny, I really don’t know!” the laughter became even more hysterical, so James just stood in the middle of his closet, waiting for Sirius to calm down.

“Oh god, this is too good” his best friend chuckled a little breathlessly. “Are you trying to impress my brother or what?”

“I’m not trying to impress anyone, I just… what should I wear? To not look like an idiot?” more giggles from Sirius.

“Yeah, well, me and Moony are going in our usual clothes, so maybe something in between?”

“You mean I should go as a slutty grandpa?” James grumbled. His bestie just barked another laugh at that.

“Yes, exactly! Hope I helped, gotta go, see you there” and the call ended.

It actually did help, to his surprise. He put on a maroon turtleneck, paired it with suit trousers and his favourite red converse. The entire outfit, although simple, seemed to emphasise his muscles, giving the exact result James was aiming for. He put three golden hoops in his ear and finally felt ready.

Grabbing the phone from the armchair it landed on, James check if Regulus sent any new messages - he did.

Reg

I’m glad.

Don’t overdress, it’s a casual event, nothing fancy.

Do you know where to go?

Should I send you the address?

Hello?

Are you alive?

James, it’s been more than an hour, are you alright?

James smiled at all of this, quickly replying with ‘yes everythings good the shower took longer than it should pls send the address’.

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He arrived at a small local art gallery, where the opening took place. As soon as James got out of his car, Remus and Sirius spotted him, practically running in his direction. The shorter man, dressed in a silk shirt, unbuttoned halfway down his chest, and tight jeans (all black, of course), jumped into his arms, screaming excitedly, like he hasn’t seen him in a while (since yesterday). From behind, Sirius’ fiancé rolled his eyes, smirking at their antics.

“Fancy seeing you here, Prongs” Remus said cheekily, when the long-haired man came to his side. It was James’ turn to roll his eyes.

“Are we coming in or are we just gonna stand here and freeze?” Sirius asked, snuggling closer to Remus.

“You should’ve dressed accordingly to the weather. I’m feeling petty so - Moony, would you mind giving me a fag?” James chirped sweetly, batting his lashes at the taller man.

He didn’t give him the cigarette, what’s with his shivering partner, so they just walked in to the gallery.

James spotted Regulus immediately. He was wearing a dark green sweater with a white collar sticking out from under it, black trousers and low Docs. He looked innocent and hot at the same time. He could see the younger man noticing him, too, when his lips turned into a little smile.

“Hi, Little Star” Reg snorted at that, and that was all he had to do to get himself a wide grin from James.

“Hello, James. Thank you for coming” came the slightly amused answer. They scanned each other for a second. From up close Regulus looked even better, James thought.

“You look good, I mean, like, very good” Reg chuckled softly at that and the other man melted a little.

“You look good, too” younger man replied, his cheeks turning slightly pink.

Their moment was interrupted by Sirius barging in, saying how proud of his little brother he is, while ruffling Reg’s hair. Even though he didn’t like it, Regulus hasn’t voiced his displeasure. It was nice of him, really.

Not long after, some professor welcomed everyone from the middle of the room, talking about all the hard work his students put into this exhibition and how glad he was to see so many people coming to appreciate that work. Some ovations. Then they were free to admire the pieces. Most of them were paintings, but there were also sculptures and some photographs.

The theme of the exhibition was ‘love’, so the students presented how they perceived it - some in a cute way, whit elderly couples sitting on a bench or some places they loved, but there were also darker ones, presenting the topic as suffocating or painful. James felt sorry for all those people who suffered because of something that should have been beautiful.

When they finally reached Regulus’ pieces James felt something warm crawling inside his chest. He didn’t immediately understand them, since Reg created abstract art, but the longer he looked the more he could see. On the first one there were spots of paint that must’ve been two cuddled figures in the dark place, surrounded by a little light, just around them, like a halo. James thought it must represent how Regulus felt about his brother, what was confirmed as he spotted Sirius’ eyes glistening in the bright lights of the gallery.

The second one was brighter, like it was some kind of meadow maybe? There also were smudges of paint in different colours - some of them lighter others darker. Those probably were Regulus’ friends and James had an urge to comment on that one.

“That’s so cute. They must’ve loved it so much” he said, looking down at Regulus. “Where are they, by the way?”

“They will come later, when there’s not so many people so we can really discuss others works” the younger man replied simply. “We’ll probably just end up laughing at them, really” he added with a shrug.

At that James pretend to be outraged, gasping and putting a hand to his chest.

“Oh! Am I not worthy of laughing at other people’s art with you? Tell me how can I be granted this privilege, I’ll do anything!” He kept up his act, grabbing Regulus by the shoulders, bending his knees like a sufferer begging for water.

The younger of Black brother looked at him, trying real hard to not look amused, but his eyes were giving him away.

“You’re pathetic” he said, not even a little bite to it. To be honest he sounded a little like he was enjoying James’ antics.

“Yet, you like me so much you managed to rob your own brother of my number” James said it like he was plotting something. “And you wanted to rob me of my time, the audacity.”

“Please stop” the shorter man buried his face in his hands. “Don’t mention it ever again” he added, a little muffled by the hands. He had really nice hands, James noticed.

“Oh, I will not stop till the day I die.”

They moved to the third piece and- oh. James might not be the brightest person alive, but he knew what was on the last painting. It was similar to the other two they saw earlier, smudges of paint in different shades creating two figures. The figures were hugging, not like the first ones, but more like lovers trying to become one. One person was rather pale, contrasting with the other who looked tanned. Their hair was black and deep brown, respectively.

James looked at it with awe, felt the butterflies waking up in his stomach and flying freely all over his body. He looked at Regulus, but the other man hasn’t met his eyes, staring straight ahead at his work. James noticed he turned a pretty shade of reddish pink on every bit of his face. His own lips turned into a big fucking grin. He wanted to reach out, touch Regulus, hug him, anything really.

Unfortunately, from behind him came Sirius’ gasp and then excited “Oh my god, Reggie, you painted me and Moony? Oh, that is so lovely, can I have it later?”

James, Remus and Regulus looked at the man at the same time, each one with a deep frown, not believing how delusional Sirius is. As if they shared a brain cell, all three of them nodded in agreement to not lead him astray.

Regulus cleared his throat, and turning to his brother he said “Yes, that’s you and Remus, and no, you cannot take it.”

As the older turned to stare daggers at the younger, they just started bickering about who should have the painting, Remus and James looking at them with amusement.

After some time Regulus’ friends came and the three older man ushered to exit so the younger guys could have fun together. Just before they left, James approached Regulus one last time, cheeky smile on his lips.

“Sirius and Moony, huh?” it earned him an eye roll and a sheepish ‘shut up’. He just smiled wider and leaned down to whisper in Reg’s ear, feeling the black-haired man’s breath hitching “Text me when you get home.”

With that he walked backwards in the general direction of the exit, still looking at Regulus who looked positively stunned. James winked at him and Reg, after waking from the haze, flipped him off. James just chuckled at that loudly, turning to the door.

#jegulus #starchaser #dead gay wizards #james potter #james x regulus #regulus black #jegulus microfic #marauders #the marauders #modern au #artis regulus

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lulublack90 · 1 month

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Prompt 30 - Diamond

@jegulus-microfic March 30 Word count 992

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Peter cowered in the middle of the cell. James and Sirius stood in front of him, glaring down at the pitiful man.

Evan had put a block on Peters's magic while he’d been unconscious so he couldn’t transform into his animagus form.

Sirius twirled Peters's wand in his hand, looking eerily like Regulus. Peter didn’t stand a chance.

They’d decided, in case anything went wrong, that it was best if only the two of them were seen by Peter. Remus was supposed to be with the werewolves. Regulus, the Rosier twins and Barty were supposed to support Voldemort. If Peter somehow wormed his way out of this, he could potentially ruin everything they had so far accomplished and put them all in danger.

“James, please!” Peter begged from the ground. “I was scared. I didn’t know what I was doing.” James clenched his jaw. Peter was lying to him. He caught the back of Sirius’s robes to stop him from leaping on Peter.

“You knew exactly what you were doing, Peter when you got me to reveal that Sirius was still alive. You took me out to lunch and wheedled it out of me, and then you went straight to your master and spilled your guts. How could you betray me? How could you betray Sirius?” He was spitting by the end of his tirade.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. The Dark Lord he—he threatened my life if I didn’t do as he said.” Peter was crying now. Fat tears dripped down his face and turned the stones beneath him black.

“And Sirius would die if Voldemort decides to send someone after him because of the information you fed him.” He had to stop as his voice began to feel thick.

“We were your brothers, Peter! We would have done anything for you! We would have died for you. You could have come to us if you were scared. But you know what? I don’t think you were sacred. I don’t think he did threaten you. I think you went to him yourself. You always were a little rat.” Sirius pounced, his hands curling into claws as he attacked the screaming Peter.

James dragged his friend off the quivering mess on the floor.

“Sirius, calm down. We need to find out what he knows.” James whispered harshly into Sirius’s ear. Sirius growled and spat on the floor beside Peter.

“Then, let’s hurry up and do it, James. I don’t know how much longer I can keep myself from turning into Padfoot and using my teeth.” Sirius gnashed his teeth together as though Padfoot was already trying to break through. James ran a calming hand down Sirius’s back, and his friend immediately unpuffed his chest and backed away from Peter a step.

“Come on then, Peter. What else have you told Voldemort?” James’s voice was cold. He’d never been betrayed like this before. Even Regulus had never hidden his intention to join the Death Eaters, though, with Regulus, it was because his mother had given him no other choice. Peter had had many options, and he still chose Voldemort.

“N-n-nothing. I haven’t told him anything else.” Peter whimpered.

“Liar,” Sirius snarled. His eyes twitched as he stared at Peter. It took James a second to realise Sirius was performing legimency on Peter.

After a few minutes, Sirius turned away and strode out of the cell. James conjured heavy manacles and chained Peter to the wall. He found Sirius curled up in Remus’s lap. He looked up when James walked in. His eyes were dull. The usual diamond gleam and sparkle that resided there had been ripped away by whatever he’d seen inside Peter’s head.

“He told them everything.” He croaked. “Everything we’ve ever said about our assignments, everything from the meetings.” He let out a sob. “James, he was planning to help death eaters get into your parent’s house.” James felt the blood drain from his face and Regulus’s arms wrapping around him.

“How—how far along was his plan?” He choked out, looking back at the door he’d just come through.

“Not very. He hadn’t even mentioned it to Voldemort yet. I think they’re safe.” Sirius still looked panicked. They were his parents as much as James’s.

“Anything else?” James asked, not sure if he wanted to hear anymore.

“I was right. He joined them voluntarily.” James felt any loyalty he felt for Peter slip away. That man wasn’t his friend, and he couldn’t believe he’d ever trusted him.

“What do you want to do?” Regulus asked, holding him close. James bit back the pain. He’d deal with it later.

“We need to give him to Moody and make sure he knows he can’t make a deal with him.”

It took some juggling, but they eventually managed to get Peter to one of the Order safe houses, and Moody appeared moments later, wand raised.

“What are you doing here without permission?” He barked, still not lowering his wand.

“We caught your spy. You’re welcome.” Sirius growled at him.

“That wasn’t the plan, Black.” They were glaring at each other.

“Yeah, well. He was planning on killing the Potters, among other things. He went to Voldemort and asked to join them. It’s time he was caught.” Moody didn’t argue. Effie and Monty Potter were loved by all, and even the grizzled Alastor Moody didn’t want to see anything bad happen to them.

“Fine, I’ll get the rest of the information out of him and find somewhere to keep him.” He grabbed Peter’s shoulder and began shoving him further into the house.

“No deals, Mad-Eye.” James’s tone was a warning. Moody scrutinised James from head to toe and snorted through his nose.

“Fine, no deals.”

James and Sirius went to the Potters house, needing to see they were safe and hug them. James had a quick conversation with Regulus, explaining what had happened between them and Moody, and then he was in Effie’s arms.

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sebbianas · 10 months

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i have finally sat down and did the math so here’s all the speak now songs and what marauders ship i think of for each and what lyric stands out to me

Mine - wolfstar - braced myself for the goodbye ‘cause that's all I've ever known then you took me by surprise you said, "I'll never leave you alone"

Sparks fly - jegulus - it's just wrong enough to make it feel right

Back to december - jegulus - you gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye

Speak now - nobleflower - you wish it was me, you wish it was me dont you

Dear john - lily about snape - you are an expert at “sorry” and keeping lines blurry

Mean - mary’s theme song - someday i’ll be big enough so you cant hit me (her outliving all the people who tormented her)

The story of us - black brothers - this is looking like a contest of who can act like they care less but I liked it better when you were on my side

Never grow up - black brothers/black sisters - I won't let nobody hurt you won't let no one break your heart and even though you want to please, try to never grow up

Enchanted - pandalily - my thoughts will echo your name until i see you again

Better than revenge - rosekiller (in their toxic era) - you might have him but i always get the last word

Innocent - regulus’ theme song - today is never too late to be brand new

Haunted - jegulus - stood there and watched you walk away from everything we had but I still mean every word I said to you

Last Kiss - jegulus - And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe

Long Live - marauders to each other - I had the time of my life with you

Ours - marylily - seems like there's always someone who disapprove they'll judge it like they know about me and you and the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do the jury's out, but my choice is you

Superman - (not marauders but) drarry - And you'll leave, got places to be, and I'll be okay I always forget to tell you, "I love you" I loved you from the very first day

Electric touch - dorlene - all I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life and I want you now, wanna need you forever

When emma falls in love - james’ theme song - when Emma falls apart, it's when she's alone she takes on the pain and bears it on her own cause when Emma falls in love, she's in it for keeps she won't walk away unless she knows she absolutely has to leave

I can see you - jegulus - and I could see you being my addiction you can see me as a secret mission

Castles crumbling - sirius after the prank - power went to my head and I couldn't stop ones I loved tried to help, so I ran them off and here I sit alone behind walls of regret falling down like promises that I never kept

Foolish one - rosekiller - you will say you had the best of intentions and maybe I will finally learn my lesson

Timeless - jily - I'm gonna love you when our hair is turnin' gray we'll have a cardboard box of photos of the life we've made and you'll say, "Oh my, we really were timeless"

#marauders #jegulus #wolfstar #marylily #pandalily #dorlene #jily

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masivechaos · 1 year

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FAMILY LINE

post azkaban! sirius black x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

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Synopsis: Sirius has to stay at Grimmauld place and it brings back old memories

Warning/content: talking about an abusive childhood, kissing, my english

a.n.: 0.7k words - family line by conan gray! sorry this is short, hope you still like it :)

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“Sirius?” you asked softly.

The man blinked, returning to reality, a smile finding its way to his lips quickly “Yes?”

“Are you okay?” you tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear carefully, talking quietly, not wanting to scare him. He was staring at the family tree, his fingers tracing the burn where his face was supposed to be.

He nodded, forcing himself to look at you, he didn’t want to alarm you. You cupped his face with your hands “Sirius… Tell me what’s up…”

The last years were complicated and full of emotions. In a matter of a few months, you discovered your first love wasn’t the murderer you thought he was and your best friend was actually alive and a traitor.

And now Sirius had to live in the house he grew up in, in the house responsible for all his cries and sorrows, in the house his parents raised him but forgot to love him in the process. You felt like he was a scared child again.

He never told you in detail what happened here but you could see the way he was staring at the walls when no one was watching.

Sirius’ eyebrows furrowed “I- I’m fine” He always told you he was good at lying and it was true except that you were used to it now and could read him like an open book. You guest he picked up this ability from his mother who probably was the number one manipulator you knew. But Sirius wasn’t mean, he was, in fact, the kindest person you’ve ever met and it made you feel good that even after thirteen years of jail you could feel his lies, after all this time you still knew him like you used to.

“No, you’re not,” you rested your forehead against his.

“I don’t like it here,” he finally said. “I managed my way out of this and now- now I’m here again.”

Without even thinking you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into you, giving him as much warmth and comfort as possible. “But they are not here anymore. No one is going to hurt you”

“I know…” you heard his voice break. You pulled away just enough to see his grey eyes. That’s the moment you remembered how much he hated them. He said it was the same as his father’s. But all you saw was that the moon seemed to have settled in his eyes and you had a chance to look at it every time you gaze at him.

“But even if they’re both dead, I can’t seem to forget what they did. And I hate that they thought I wouldn’t understand. I was a kid but I wasn’t clueless.”

Sirius took a deep breath that broke your heart “If they loved me they wouldn’t have done this to me” You didn’t speak, it seemed like he needed to let it out. “When I was in Azkaban, there was a moment I felt like I was insane, I was finally like them.” He let out an awkward laugh.

“Sirius,...” you sighed as you softly stroked his cheek with your thumb “You’re not like them.”

“I am.”

“You’re not.” You kissed Sirius’ lips and you could feel him relax slightly “You will never hurt anyone… You’d never hurt anyone. Even after all they did, you stayed the same.”

Sirius fled your gaze shyly, “You…,” he wet his lips uncomfortably, “You really mean it?” he said quietly and in front you he became an insecure child again. Eyes big and wide asking you if nothing was wrong with him.

“I do, Sirius.” Those three words were enough for a tear to roll down Sirius’ cheek. He borrowed his face in the crook of your neck as he cried more and more “It’s going to be okay, love,” you whispered again and again until his sobs soften.

“You might share a face and a last name,” you said when he was calmer, “You are not the same, Sirius. You’re nothing like them.”

You held him as tightly as possible, you had found the teenage Sirius again. Sirius missed you so much, there was so many time when he wanted to have you by his side. He might not have a family, but he had you. And you felt like home

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Sirius has just left home, and regulus isn't handling it well. He and hufflepuff!reader are still developing their friendship, but he comes to her in his time if need

warning and such:

- sx is mentioned in passing , not proofread, written at 3am

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Regulus has always just “blended in.” He wouldn’t dare be caught at the center of attention; even being in the foreground was pushing his limits of comfortability. He and Sirius couldn’t be more opposite, but that was the only comparison I would ever make between the two Blacks.

It wasn’t a secret that the most noble and ancient house of black was nothing shy of cruel and torturous, and the boys dealt with it on polar opposite ends of the spectrum. I have the privilege of knowing them both for who they are, I know first hand that they couldn’t be any more different, and yet still so similar.

I would like to say that I have gotten “somewhere” with Regulus. The boy who once wouldn’t make eye contact or hold a conversation, will now sit down and study with me. He can manage small talk during meals, and I’ve even seen him laugh when we’re alone. I’ve grown fond of him, but I know better than to push.

So I’m content to exist and let him seek me out. I tell myself that being there, should he need a buffer between him and himself, I’d be happy to play the part.

…

Regulus had seemed quiet, more on edge the last few days than I had ever seen him. Rumors spread, and I knew first hand, that Sirius had left home, with no intention of returning. I couldn’t imagine being in the same house, alone, with Walburga and Orion Black. I had met them only once, and that was more than enough to last me in this lifetime and next! Regulus tried to assure everyone who pushed on the subject that he was “fine” and wouldn’t let the conversation continue beyond that.

I saw right through his charade and knew that he was in fact much less than ‘fine,’ probably the furthest from it, but again, I bit my tongue and tried not to push. I didn’t want to feel as though I was walking on eggshells around him, that he was so fragile he could break with one wrong look, but it was impossible to continue life as if it was “just another day.”

To compensate, I made more of an effort to keep Regulus from being alone. I stayed up later to study in the common room. I got up earlier. I made excuses to pass him in the hallways when I knew he would be wondering about the castle. Anything I could think of, so long as it didn’t border on stalking. I had never been more relieved that I didn’t need much sleep to function, and I did the same for Sirius, of course I did, but I worried about him less. His friends were far more open about being supportive and available.

It was Sunday, and we only had a few more days before break started and we would be gone for a week. I heard soft knocking on my door, so soft I almost thought I had dreamt it. But it continued, never amplifying. I peered at the clock on the table beside me, it was barely 6am. I stretched, throwing the covers off to the side and stumbled across the cold floor. I opened my door, squinting at the light that poured through the big windows. There, a few feet down the hall and turning back to face my door, was Regulus.

He was dressed down, a white t-shirt, sweatpants and black socks. For a boy who didn’t wear anything that wasn’t tailored before I met him, I would call this progress. His curls were hanging loosely in front of his face, his eyes were red and puffy, and his whole body showed evidence of his lack of sleep. He tried to smile as he crept slowly back towards my door.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I was already awake,” I smiled, trying to hide a yawn. I pushed my door open further, inviting him in. “Allez, parle-moi.”

Regulus didn’t say anything about my speaking French, though it was normally something that would excite him. I sat on the edge of my unmade bed and watched as he nervously looked around, scratching the back of his arm. This wasn’t the first time he’s been in here, the first time we’ve been alone together, or the first time he’s come to me at odd hours, but there was definitely something going on in that beautiful mind of his.

“Regulus, are-”

“You don’t have to call me that,” He sighed.

“I’ll call you anything you want me to call you, love. Reg? Reggie?”

He smiled at ‘Reggie,” nodding quietly, but the excitement seemed to fade just as quickly as it appeared, and I could see tears brimming in his eyes. I grabbed his arm and pulled him down to sit on the bed beside me, my arm staying on the small of his back, his head resting, reluctantly at first, on my shoulder.

“I know what you’re doing,” he started, trying to collect himself as he spoke. “I see you everywhere I go.”

“Reggie, I’m sorry. I just-”

“Thank you.” He sobbed.

I didn’t know whether to feel pride or guilt, so I settled on sympathy. I don’t know how long this had been brewing inside of him, perhaps a few days, perhaps since the night Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor. However long, I was content to sit and comfort him for twice as long. I didn’t press, I just let him let it out.

Eventually, he stopped and tried to compose himself, rubbing his cheeks quickly and sniffling a few more times.

“Do you mind if I use your bathroom?”

“Of course not,”

I gestured to the door at the other end of the room, and watched as he disappeared behind it. I could hear the tap running and took a minute to wave my wand around the room, tidying up and making the bed.

I was pulling a jumper on as he reemerged.

“I should go. Y/n, I’m sorry again I shouldn’t-”

“Come here,” I smiled, climbing up to the head of my bed, leaving plenty of room for company. I didn’t know what to expect from Reggie, I’ve never known him to be intimate, or otherwise share a bed with anyone before. Why should I be any different?

“I don’t want to take up any more of your time-”

“I’m not asking you to have sex with me Reggie,” I chuckled, patting the bed beside me. “Come sit, let’s talk.”

He hesitated, but sat anyway.

We talked. We talked about school, Reggie's favorite classes, the potions and charms he was working on outside of class. We talked about Barty and Evan and the nonsense they get themselves into.... This was the most I had ever heard him talk, more than all the other times in the last 3 years combined, and so, rather quickly, we ran out of things to talk about, without talking about the elephant in the room.

“How is he?” Reg eventually asked, playing with a loose thread on my pillowcase. He was laying on his stomach beside me.

“He’s surviving. Having a go around with James on the daily.” Reg chuckled. “He’s safe, Reggie. He’s worried about you though, he feels guilty for ‘leaving you behind.’”

I watched as the smile dropped from his lips and he buried his face in the pillow, trying to hide the tears that began to fall again. I scooched down next to him, draping an arm over his hips as I began to rub his back again.

“Can you hear me?” He nodded, but didn’t look up.

“Reggie, no one should have to endure what you and Sirius had to. There’s no love in that house. No hope, no admiration, no family. It was only ever you and your brother, and I can’t imagine what it’s like now that he’s gone, but you need to understand that what happened, it’s not your fault!”

He turned his head, arms still tucked under himself, curls covering his face. I rubbed his knuckles, pulling his arm from his chest and putting it behind my back. His breathing hitched, nerves and unease settling in his body. My fingers danced up his bare arm and across his shoulder. I smiled at him, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, letting my fingers linger in his curls a moment longer than necessary. He closed his eyes again, sighing heavily as he relaxed into my touch.

I repeated the motion, tucking strand after strand of hair behind his ear, until all the pieces were nestled back into place. My fingers trailed back down his shoulders and to his arm, my nails dragging the skin causing goosebumps at the gentle touch. Regulus smiled, but didn’t open his eyes. He felt for my hand and returned it to his head.

I carded my fingers through his curls, scratching lightly at the back of his head and repeating affirmations with every pass.

“You are strong.”

“You are brave.”

“You are smart.”

“You are loved” Regulus shuttered.

“You are loyal.”

“You are kind.”

“You are careful.”

“You are loved.” Regulus shuttered again, gripping the fabric of my jumper tightly.

“You are gentle.”

“You are confident.”

“You are safe.”

“You are loved.”

I repeated this, over and over again, each time the word love was mentioned, Regulus pulled himself closer to me. I couldn’t tell if it was embarrassment, or if he was trying to hide himself from the word, as if the word itself was cursed.

Eventually, the shuttering was replaced with heavy breathing, and I resolved to believe that Reg was asleep. I sighed happily to myself, content that he felt at peace, safe enough to sleep. The feeling was overwhelming, and I too found myself beginning to nod off, still tugging lightly on his hair as he slept.

When I woke, Reg was still asleep, though his death grip on my jumper was gone, his cold fingers lay delicately on the bare skin of my stomach, his head on my chest. I stirred quietly, trying not to wake him. I kissed the top of his head, smiling at the realization that, despite knowing he most definitely had been awake at some point, he stayed.

I glanced at the clock and laughed to myself; we had slept for nearly 10 hours. Dinner would be starting soon, and the common room outside was coming to life. (Rather, it had been alive for hours now, but this was the first I was hearing of it.) I reached for my wand, drawing the blinds slightly, silenced the world outside my door, and summoned my book.

I read for about an hour before the boy beside me stated to come to life. He gripped me tightly as he stretched. I kissed his head again, and smiled as he groaned contently.

“Wait a minute,”

“Hmm?” Regulus let go of me entirely and quickly, looking up at me as his hair began to fall in his face again.

“How did you get in here this morning?!”

He looked at me, nervous for a moment, before we both dissolved into a fit of laughter.

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OKAY I don't rlly post much here but I saw this gorgeous au for jegulus from @ashshmee and I wanted to try writing it(my other acc is the one that commented) skshhsjdjshsbe SORRY IF ITS NOT PERFECT 😭

JAMES POV:

I had been waiting a while now for Sirius to finally be ready. Even though I'm the one who asked to go, he's taking longer than me to get ready. I had never gone to the ballet before, but it always intrigued me how those dancers were able to seem so graceful while using up more strength than I could ever imagine. Sirius had said it was his little brother's show, which really had me curious. Sirius doesn't talk about Regulus often, but when he does he's always sounded so... Surreal. Like not even Sirius fully believed he had a brother so unlike him. Sirius, even as my best friend— I can say he's a graceful as a rat. But he makes up for it in other ways; He's an amazing singer, the best I've ever heard in my 22 years on this earth. And Sirius has this presence to him on stage... It's unmatched. But for Sirius, who barely has uttered a non- sarcastic compliment to anyone in YEARS unless he was flirting, to praise someone like that... Regulus has to be spectacular.

But finally, Sirius steps out of the bathroom, his hair and makeup finally finished. It's much more elegant than his usual get up, but it still feels like him. Instead of his usual washed out black jeans and a leather jacket, he's wearing black dress pants and a black button up with only a simple smoky eye for makeup. Even his usually long wind blown hair is pulled back into a low ponytail, small strands framing the front of his face. "I'm ready, prongs! You good to go mate?" He nonchalantly says, as if he hadn't spent the last hour in the bathroom. I roll my eyes at him, "I've been ready Siri, you're the one I was waiting for." He drinks at me like that will stop us from being late. "Well what's done is done, and I'm ready now so let's go!" He shrugs on a nice black trench coat he has and walks towards the door, "We don't wanna be late, now do we prongs?" Chuckling and shaking my head, I follow him, knowing he knows full well that if we're late, it's his fault.

When we reach the theater the show had just begun. But luckily, Sirius said that Regulus doesn't come on for a few more minutes. The skill of the dancers can be seen from miles, they move in time with the music in a way I've never seen before, but would love to see up close. It would be a cool idea for a music video if we got a ballet dancer. Just as I'm about to whisper the idea to Sirius, he comes onto stage. There's no mistaking it— That is Regulus Black. And he is nothing short of an absolute dream. His short black hair, even if it's not half as long as Sirius' flows like the wind as he- "What are those turns called?" I whisper to Sirius. "Pirouettes," He replies, looking at me curious, "Why?" I don't answer him—I can't. How could I answer when Regulus was dancing? I had no idea what the ballet was about, but the aura Regulus exuded was nothing short of prince. Not even that. He was so much more. He glides across that stage with the likeliness of a star gliding through the sky. He owned everything he touched; Every step he took, every turn, every thing he did was magnificent. And the look on his face... It could put even the most beautiful of things to shame. It was delicate, like he was protecting something, but just as fierce and focused. His shining eyes look as if he has been given the world in his hands, and honestly in this moment... He could rule it and no one would protest. But just like that, the shining star, left as if he was never there. My heart doesn't slow, even as he leaves the stage. Not even as the show itself finishes. I don't even remember if he came on stage again after that. I didn't realize the show was over until Sirius was shaking me out of the trance I was in. "Prongs. Prongs!" I stare at him, still feeling dazed and heated "Yeah? What's wrong?" Sirius sighs and eyes me worried. "You were completely spaced out, mate? And you look red as well... You sure you're okay?" I nod. "Yeah, yeah of course... It was just..." I trail off, my mind immediately going to Regulus. Sirius moves his hands, trying to prompt me to say more. But there's only one thought on my mind. "You have to let me meet Regulus. Please Sirius." With a suspicious expression on his face, Sirius opens his mouth to say more but closes it and sighs. "Fine, we'll meet up with him once he finishes getting ready."

SORRY TO CUT IT SHORT GUYS BUT I GTG, SO I'LL MAKE A PT. 2 TMR I PROMISE, HOPE U LIKED JAMES PINING OVER REGGIE ALR

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I love your Hippie Remus x Scientist Sirius stories so much! I'm just so curious how they met. I feel like it either has to be the most random place ever - like a Costco or they met through mutual friends at a party. We all know how good they are for each other, but how did they meet, and who asked who on a date?!

HELLO this ask was sent ages ago but I got so genuinely fixated on the idea and wanted to make it perfect because holy fuck yes

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Remus had a plan for Dorcas and their girlfriend Marlene’s Halloween party. Namely, stick with Lily.

It lasted a good 5 minutes, until Lily spotted people she knew and somehow managed to disappear, because of course she did.

Remus wasn’t bad at talking to new people, pretty social on a good day; he was just high and bored, honestly, mostly just wanting to stand in the corner and observe. For the most part, everyone was pretty much the same, drinking and talking, a fair few people dancing. Remus stood and watched as people drifted over to the drinks table, almost everyone winding up with a drink in their hand.

Almost.

All apart from one guy who seemed wrapped up in his own world. He had his phone in his hand, and seemed to get progressively more irritated as he typed, until he finally tapped it aggressively and held it to his ear. Remus almost felt compelled to look around everyone, watching as the guy argued into the phone, running a stressed hand through his long black hair as he spoke, before crossing the room.

He was quite clearly headed directly for the corner Remus was stood in, probably looking for somewhere discreet to ‘talk’, and something in Remus knew they should move out of the way, but they didn’t want to. Whether it was him being much too nosy or not, he was pretty sure he was staying, as the guy almost walked directly into Remus, finally coming in earshot of them.

“Of all days to ‘work up the courage’ to tell me, fucking halloween? Never, in my entire bloody career, have I so desperately wanted to murder somebody! Christ!” He paused, eyes sliding shut as he took a deep, seething breath. He seemed ready to say something slightly quieter, when his face shifted. Oh, the other line had really pissed him off. “No, it’s not nothing! It’s just half of my motherfucking findings! Right, you have to go into the lab. Now. Oh, I’m sorry, is that inconvenient for you? Here’s the thing, I don’t give one! I don’t care that it’s Halloween for you too! You’re the one who fucked everything up! If it’s not either fixed or perfectly recreated by Monday, you bet your arse you’re not welcome back in my bloody lab. Now I’m going to try and salvage the scraps of tonight, so get working!” He pulled the phone from his ear and hung up quickly, before leaning with his back against the wall and scrubbing his hands over his face with a sigh. Remus knew they shouldn’t speak, it would seem really weird, he shouldn’t-

“That didn’t sound good.”

Fuck.

He watched as the guy jumped a mile, finally noticing Remus. The moment Remus got to look at him, really look at him, Remus felt something in him shift.

He was drop dead gorgeous.

Now, Remus had gotten past the self-loathing part of their life, actually found himself liking his own face when he looked in the mirror, but this guy? Everything paled in comparison to him. If his black hair tumbling down to his shoulders and framing his face wasn’t enough, he had strong, warm silver eyes, an insanely defined jaw and full lips.

Lips that Remus really needed to stop staring at.

He had really come to the conclusion that he wasn’t one for instant attraction, and this guy had just swanned in and proved him wrong. It was like the universe was laughing in their face. They weren’t delusional, it had been a good while since he had found someone that attractive. Still, he was reasonably good at staying composed. It wasn’t like anybody could tell they were high, so clearly they were a pretty good actor.

“Yeah, no, it wasn’t good at all.” The guy answered, offering Remus a small smile. “I just found out one of my newest hires accidentally grabbed a sample I’ve been working on for ages, thinking it was theirs, and now I’ve lost months of work.” He finished with a groan, turning away and letting his head hit the wall with a dull thud.

“Just blame Mercury.” Remus answered simply. When the guy looked at him blankly, Remus elaborated. “Mercury’s in retrograde?”

“I… have no clue what that means.” He answered, and Remus never thought he’d be endeared by someone not knowing astrology. They smiled, wanting more and more to know everything about him.

“Mercury’s backward motion really fucks with life.”

“Right, right.” Remus glanced at him, finally taking in his outfit. He was wearing black leather trousers and a tight black shirt. Remus frowned, confused.

“What are you supposed to be dressed as?” He asked. The guy turned to him.

“A dog?” He tried. “I had ears, but Marlene stole them.”

“Ah, I had a feeling you were Marlene’s friend. I went to school with Dorcas, so I figured I’d have met you before if you were Dorcas’.” Remus observed calmly, the guy watching them carefully.

“What’s your name?” He asked, and Remus almost thanked every god on the spot for how straight to the point the dog man was.

“Remus. Remus Lupin. Yours?”

“Sirius Black.”

“Well, Sirius Black, I want to see your costume with the ears.” He answered.

“Yeah, yeah sure!” Sirius answered brightly. “Marlene’s gone awol, so I can send you a picture? What’s your number?”

Oh.

Smooth.

He was a smooth motherfucker, and Remus was pretty sure Sirius was going to be sticking around.

#THEM #Remus so casually bringing up Mercury’s retrograde #also seeing Sirius scream into a phone and going ‘that one. I want that one.’#they’re just so #UGH #hippie Remus x scientist Sirius #I love them so much they are my therapy #if anyone’s wondering Remus didn’t have a costume on he was wearing a long cardigan he crocheted himself #wolfstar #sirius black #marauders #wolfstar oneshot #remus lupin #remus x sirius #young marauders #moony x padfoot #atyd marauders #marauders oneshot

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Foolish Girl

Peter Pettigrew x sister!reader - James Potter x Pettigrew!fem!reader - Sirius Black x Pettigrew!fem!reader - Remus Lupin x Pettigrew!fem!reader Trigger Warnings: Betrayal, major character death, description of immediate grief and shock. Time skip Summary: Maybe you were foolish for thinking you could have a happy ending. Word count: 1.1k a/n: 3rd piece to this 4/5 part series. This one is a bit short but I was struggling with writing it and have been incredibly busy! Also there is a time skip! I hope you enjoy it! <3 send an ask to be tagged! series masterlist

time skip from last part (end of final year to October)

Was it wrong to be happy? You had spent months worrying about your brother, and yet here you were smiling alongside James and your friends making plans for Halloween next week. The absence of Peter, alongside Regulus, left a noticeable gap in your life. But there wasn’t much you could do except hope they were okay. At least that's what Remus kept telling you. He seemed to be the one most level headed with this situation.

James had tried to console you, assuring you that Peter knew how to take care of himself and that he knew Peter still loved you, he would say almost anything to ease your fears. But Sirius was the only one who had gotten through to you, having lost his own brother to the terrors of death eaters. He didn’t sugar coat things, he told you about the nightmares, the flashbacks, the fears that he could have prevented his brother's fate. For that you would forever be grateful.

In the week or so before Halloween, between all the planning, Sirius had received a memo from a R.A.B which entailed a timeline with random events. It would soon be decoded and in front of you would lay the blueprint to the defeat of the growing dark lord. Regulus had discovered the secret to ending him once and for all, having played both sides the entire past year. So when you received a small piece of paper with an address and a note about needing to talk from Peter, you couldn’t hold yourself back.

“I just have this feeling in my heart, it’s not a trap. My brother would never.” You looked away from the small paper and up to James with tears in your eyes. The fear and worry was apparent in his eyes, but there was something calling to you, telling you that you had to go.

“James, she’ll be alright.” Sirius said earnestly. “She’s a big girl, and it is her brother.” He put his hand on your shoulder in comfort and in support.

Maybe it was foolish, but a part of you hoped that this was Peter telling you that he was just playing the death eaters, much like Regulus. Maybe you could only see the good in your brother and maybe that’s why you came to meet him unarmed, but with Sirius waiting across the street. By the end, you realized it wasn’t possibly foolish, it simply was foolish. You heard him before you saw him.

“Sister,” There was some emotion in his voice that you couldn’t quite place.

“You sent for me?” Holding up the small piece of paper for him to see as you rounded the corner. Now that you were facing your brother, you saw a horror cross his face. “Did you not?” Before you could carry on he had yanked you into the tightest hug he had ever given you (well almost, the first tightest hug being the day he left for Hogwarts and had to leave you behind).

“I love you, and I’m sorry.” His voice was barely there. Yet you tucked your head into his chest a bit more and soaked it in, almost like you knew what was coming,

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Peter. Just come home.”

“I wish I could.” He sounded so sincere. “But I’ve gotten in too deep. I should have known this would happen.” Then a flash of green burst through the abandoned house.

“This is what happens to those who betray me.” the voice of an unknown person said. But you were too busy focusing on the convulsing body in your arms, the mixed screams in the house.

Without even realizing it you had fallen to the ground and were clutching to your brother's body. You could feel your throat stinging, but you weren’t sure why not yet at least. Holding onto Peter for a moment longer, you dared to pull away and looking back on it, you would forever regret it. Looking back at you were the dead eyes of your older brother. There was no life anymore. Then you felt someone pulling on your shoulders, you could only manage yelling at them practically demanding they leave you alone without tearing your eyes away from your brothers.

They kneeled next to you for a moment and said something, you couldn’t quite hear, but then their hands rested atop yours and slowly peeled them off. You could only cry harder as you were drug away from him. The flailing began then as you tried to go back to him. But the person, you would later find out was Sirius, wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you away further until you were out in the street. Panting and crying you decided to just cling to Sirius, sobbing into his shoulder. He could only hold you and rub soothing circles onto your back.

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The funeral procession was held after Regulus had defeated the dark lord, with help from The Order of course. Some people came, but not many. You didn’t even have the energy to be aggravated that people had forgotten your brother and all the good he had done. All you could do was hold onto James and hope he would catch you if you fell.

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Peter’s POV:

The piece of paper felt so heavy yet so small. Such a simple message spoke volumes.

‘Can we talk?’

Of course he would come and find you, he was her brother and even through all the wrong he had done, that is one thing he would remain. So he gathered his things, and prepared to head off to the meeting spot. Not once had it crossed his mind that something was off, all he wanted was to see his sister once again.

You had walked in not five minutes after him, and though a new found warmth took over his body, the confused and desperate look that you had on your face gave it away. This was no casual meeting, the paper you were now holding in front of his face was identical to the one sitting in his pocket. After you finished talking, he practically pounced on you. He knew what was coming, and only wanted to hold you. So that is what he did. He spent his last moments of life embracing you and telling you he was sorry. Before he could begin to tell you how happy he was of all you had done with your life he felt a sharp pain taking over his whole body. But for a moment, it was peaceful, there was no pain, no tears, no guilt… just peacefulness.

He allowed himself to be overcome with this feeling, and allowed himself to relax. He could hear the remnants of laughing and the voice of his friends, looking around, it was as if he was in the train compartment surrounded by the once more.

@sheraayasher @jamieolivia27

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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hey mei! i hope you’re doing well:) i had a sirius black request but it’s kind of a bummer and i’m super projecting here but,,,

reader who has a really hard time setting boundaries, and she’s not ready to have sex yet, but she’s too scared to tell sirius. so when he tries to initiate sex she just plans on letting him because she’s so afraid of upsetting him, but he notices something’s wrong and stops and comforts her😭

if you don’t want to write this/don’t feel comfortable writing this thats okay you can just ignore me:) thank you!!<3

honestly i'm really bad at setting boundaries too so this was easier to write for me than it should have been 😭 i hope that if you're ever in this situation, the person notices!

His hands on your waist feel foreign, which upsets you. They've rested there before, in fact, that's his favorite place to put them. But he puts them there now, over your bare skin, and they burn you.

You squirm slightly, but he takes it as a readjustment, because you haven't told him otherwise. Your lips are stiff against his own, but he charges on, chalking it up to first-time jitters. You suppose that's part of it, but not all of it. You're nervous for your first time, sure, you just wish it wasn't happening now. You aren't ready, but do you really have to be? If Sirius is ready, shouldn't you be there with him? After all, what if you say no and he gets upset? It would be best just to play along, you decide, it couldn't be that bad.

"You can relax, y'know," Sirius reminds you, his voice husky against your ear, "That's what this is for."

"Mhm," You reply lamely, forcing yourself to lay limper in his grasp, "Sorry, Sirius."

He stops.

Pulls back.

Arches a brow.

"What's'a matter?"

"Nothing," You lie, his eyes trained on your every movement, flicking between your own in measured concern. Then he sinks onto the mattress, sitting beside you rather than hovering over you.

The change in position is helpful, and eases the anxiety that's clamping your chest tight. You're still hyperaware of his attention on you, though, and you keep your face controlled.

"I think you're lying." Sirius says after a tense moment of silence, his voice soft. It's the same one he uses when he reads to you, quiet and soothing, and it brings tears to your eyes that glisten against your lashes.

"You are," He breathes, seeing your tears, "What happened, are you okay? Did I do something?"

"No," You're quick to reassure him, shaking your head and wrapping your arms over your stomach, "You didn't do anything, Siri."

"And you're not lying this time?" He raises a perfectly-groomed brow, the line sharp against his skin.

"No, I-" You start, but then your eyes flicker over his own and your chest aches at your continued dishonesty, "It's not.. it's not your fault. 'S mine."

"Things are usually my fault." Sirius cracks a smile, breaking the tension, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. I'm not.." You pause, only accentuating your point, "I'm not good at communicating. I can't tell people what I'm thinking."

"Um, that's not true." Sirius brows furrow, "Literally just yesterday you told James you thought his new outfit looked like shit."

"Well," You let out an involuntary snort at the mental image of James with his god forsaken fedora on, "It did."

"Right, so that's not it. What is it then, darling?"

The care that he puts into questioning you is what finally makes you break. There's nothing but love in his eyes, none of it shattered by your hesitance. You inhale, exhale, and swallow, "I don't want to have sex."

The world keeps spinning. Nothing jolts to a stop, nothing explodes, nothing sucks the air out of your lungs and crushes you. Sirius doesn't sneer. He doesn't hit you. He doesn't shout.

"Okay." He says simply.

Okay. That's it. No protests, no pestering, just okay.

You're okay.

"You're.. okay with that?" You verify, trepidation swirling in your irises.

"Uh," He frowns, craning his neck forwards slightly towards you, "Yeah. You didn't think I was gonna force you, did you?"

"I- not force me," You stammer, "Just- I thought you'd be mad at me for teasing you!"

"You weren't teasing me." He shrugs, "Jus' not ready yet, sweetheart. 'S okay, you don't have to be."

"Really?"

"'Course not." He leans back against the headboard with you, now side by side as he tips his head backwards and towards you, "I'd be kind of a rotten boyfriend if I pushed, wouldn't I?"

"I guess so," You nod, tension draining from your frame, "You're not rotten."

"I'm glad you think so," He buries his face in your shoulder, but this time his lips on your bare skin don't singe it, "'Cause a sweet thing like you deserves someone equally so."

"You are sweet," You smile wistfully even though he can't see it, "You made me ice cream the other day. You could have just waited 'till they served it for dessert!"

"They don't serve it until wednesdays," He reminds you, "Plus, it was kinda fun, shaking that bag around. 'M sure the elves didn't like it very much, what with the salt getting everywhere, but I'd do it again."

"Well you're gonna have to," You grimace, "James caught me eating it and I spilled the beans."

"You ratted me and my ice cream-making prowess out to Prongs?!" Sirius pops up from the juncture of your shoulder and neck, his eyes blown wide indignantly, "Y/N!"

"I'm sorry!" You gush, an overexaggerated frown on your face, "He just kept bugging me to tell him where I got it!"

"'Gonna have the man up my arse for weeks," He groans, flopping into your lap like a scorned puppy, "Thanks a lot, Y/N."

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flowerpottlady · 10 months

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Day 2 of @jilymicrofics! Lily is in her third trimester, feeling slightly irrational, and Sirius Black is not helping.

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Sirius stared at her, exasperated, his mouth hanging open - trying to deduce if she was serious or not.

“Padfoot. Why would we wait for James?” Lily asked, standing in her kitchen, hands on her hips, growing red in frustration.

“Because Lily,” he said, emphasizing her name in a way that had Lily seeing red. “You… you got all that going on.” Sirius spoke, with an air of uncomfortably in his voice as he gestured to her ever-growing round bump.

She shook her head then, scoffing as she placed her hand to sit comfortably on top of the child that grew within her. “That means nothing, I’m perfectly capable of lifting a couch.”

“Why the hell would we pick up a couch and move it across the room, when you could just wave your wand?”

“Well, why the hell not?” She asked, voice growing in pitch - nearly stamping her foot and feeling resolutely like a child who wasn’t getting their way.

“I’m still trying to figure out if you are serious or not.” Sirius laughed then, “which wouldn’t even make sense - because I’m Sirius.”

She pouted out her lip, wondering why she ever invited her husband’s best friend into their flat that afternoon. Since the return of her hormones a month prior - her friends had taken to walking on glass around her, afraid to say the wrong thing, afraid to let her move around.

The fact of the matter was that their sofa would look much better placed underneath the bay window in their living room, if she was off duty from the Order, she might as well get to re-arranging her home before the arrival of her baby. And she was determined to move the sofa that afternoon, pregnancy and weight gain be damned.

Lily had hurriedly explained this to Sirius when he had popped over earlier that day, ‘checking in,’ on her while James was out on patrol around Hogsmeade once again.

Sirius had seemed just as determined to not help her.

“You know I hate that joke,” she huffed.

“No you don’t.” Sirius grinned at her briefly, “and back to the matter at hand. We either use our wands to levitate the sofa, or we wait for James to get home and he and I will move it for you.”

“Absolutely not. We do this now. My way.”

“Your husband would hang my balls as windchimes, if he found out I let you pick up a sofa.”

Lily’s retort was quickly shut down, when her husband made his entrance known finally, popping his head into the kitchen. His face warped in amusement as he looked between his wife and best friend.

“Why am I hanging Pad’s balls as windchimes?”

Lily let out a long sigh of relief, turning to her husband for help. “Because he won’t help me move the bloody sofa!”

“I’m sorry what?” James asked then, incredulity seeping across his expression.

Fully facing her husband, her eyes pleading for help, she hurriedly explained. “All I wanted to do today was move some things around in the living room. Sirius said he would help me and now he’s being an absolute wanker.”

“Oi!” He said, glaring at her then. “I’m not being a wanker. I want you to be safe! Picking up a sofa in your condition is just not safe Lily!”

“Well, what do you bloody well know? Have you ever been pregnant? I can do just as much as I did before.”

“Woah woah…” James stepped in then, physically putting himself in the middle of their spat. “Lil, why can’t we just use our wands?”

She didn’t have a good response then, her cheeks growing even redder. “Because it’s better my way.”

“Padfoot, she’s nesting… it’s one of the mother’s intuition things I read about. Best to just let her do what she wants.” James turned toward his best friend then, explaining simply as if this was completely normal.

“Stop reading my bloody pregnancy book, James,” Lily said with a roll of her eyes.

“And I agreed…” Sirius began, “We don’t have to use our wands. But James is here now, he and I can move it where you want.”

“Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I’m incapable of doing anything!” She spat back, crossing her arms and tapping her foot impatiently.

“Well…” Sirius began - wondering if it would be okay to truly speak his mind then, Lily looked at him expectantly, her brow furrowing in a way that reminded him of being a schoolboy and he was once again receiving detention.

Nobody ever praised Sirius Black for his tact though. “You walk a bit funny now Lily, and you can hardly bend over.”

James cowered then, shaking his head in shame at his closest friend, stepping away from his wife’s line of fire.

“I’m sorry… I walk funny?”

This has clearly been the wrong thing to say, and Sirius gapped like a fish, looking towards James for help.

“That… that came out wrong. I just mean… you got this sort of waddle now… because of the baby is all. I can’t imagine it would be easy for you to pick up a sofa and move it across a room.”

Lily’s glare grew fierce, and she pursed her lips tightly, before turning on her heel and marched out of the kitchen.

“Smooth.” James said, shaking his head and looking embarrassed for his friend.

“I… I should apologize.”

“Yup.” He walked past his friend, rolling up his sleeves and patting Sirius heavily on the shoulder. “Do me a favor mate. Please never knock up a bird. She would be the end of you.”

Sirius couldn’t help but agree with that, wondering how in the world pregnancy could make one of the brightest witches he knew - act so completely barmy.

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Start from the beginning here: 31 Days of Potters

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seriousbrat · 4 months

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Why do you like snape

Why? because he's an interesting, complex character and I love his dysfunctional friendship with Lily.

he's not "good" but that's not why I like characters, I also love James and Sirius but their flaws and growth are what make them compelling to me, just like with Snape. I don't care for a woobified version of these characters that makes them into harmless little puppies who did nothing wrong, nor do I like when they're made out to be unreasonably evil and irredeemable bc neither is true. this might get a bit long sorry:

I see Sev as a child as being caught between two worlds. On the one hand his Muggle father represents everything he hates. Violent, belligerent, ignorant, careless and cruel to his loved ones, (and this is my hc) overly obsessed with football to the point where Leicester City's losses had a profound effect on stability in the home. I think growing up with Tobias and seeing the way he acted, esp at the pub with his Muggle mates, had a lot to do with Sev's prejudice towards Muggles. Even kinder Muggles like the Evanses I think he viewed as lesser. He was drawn to Lily, yes she was pretty but she was also a witch, the only other connection to the wizarding world in Cokeworth.

On the other hand, his mother. I think Sev's relationship with his mother was much more complex. I do think he resented Eileen for not using her magic to stand up to Tobias (imo she was like Merope where her magic diminished in the presence of her abuser) and basically dooming him to life as a half-blood, but he did seek to connect to her, to her heritage as a witch. he viewed this as an escape route from the oppressive "muggleness" of Tobias and also as proof that mixing with muggles was a bad thing for wizards.

Interestingly enough I think Sirius did a similar thing in plastering his bedroom with muggle stuff to underline his differences from his parents, but the similarities between the two are another story

I think Sev viewed himself as constantly being held back by his blood, by his Muggle upbringing. He resented people like James and Sirius and his fellow Slytherins for their privilege, which had as much to do with class as it did with blood. Here's a really good post on how class defines snape as a character. (though idk where they're getting the black country, it was only ever confirmed to be in the midlands but still. great post)

Finally going to Hogwarts wasn't the great liberation he'd pictured, however. I mean in some ways it was but he was immensely unpopular from day one. Obviously James and Sirius were horrible to him, but he wasn't accepted by the Slytherins either at first. His friendship with Lily did not help matters, and I think sometimes he was a bit embarrassed about it, as was she. They stuck by each other though, and that's something

He was desperate in school to gain validation, recognition despite (what he saw as) his great disadvantage as a half-blood. So when Mulciber and Avery started noticing his talent and bringing him in, he eagerly accepted their friendship and (imo) Mulciber especially put in A LOT of work to radicalise him, preying on his doubts and insecurities and feeding into the worst parts of him. Not that it's all Mulciber's fault, Sev still made Choices™ but I think we underestimate how easy it is for children, young boys especially, to be radicalised into hate groups. It's sad and I think that's an interesting thing to explore, for me at least.

My headcanon but in SWM he called Lily a mudblood not bc he truly believed it, but because his slytherin friends were present and he couldn't bear being humiliated in front of them. Again this isn't a justification, but I don't actually think he had much against Muggleborns, though he did view Lily with a sort of paternalistic air. He thought she was hampered by her upbringing (not true) and related to her in that sense. No one talks about this but in DH he tells Phineas Nigellus not to call Hermione a mudblood. That's growth baby

ofc he was very prejudiced against Muggles. it went too far in his case, but I'd argue that a lot of characters in HP display a tendency to view Muggles as stupid or ignorant, even if it is in a good-natured, condescending sort of way. imo Arthur Weasley as a character is supposed to show that wizards are just as bumbling and clueless about Muggles. Importantly, I think Harry himself does this sometimes, because of how the Dursleys treated him

ANyway, I think a fundamental thing is that his love for Lily superseded all of this in the end. Imo he was trying to protect her, always, and despite his heartbreak at the loss of their friendship I think on some level he was relieved that their distance meant she was kept away from the likes of Avery and Mulciber. And also WEIRD hc but I think a part of him almost... trusted James to keep her safe. Yes this is all very condescending, but that's Severus imo

Obv the picture I'm painting isn't especially pleasant, but so what? He's miles better than the other DE characters that fandom fawns over. He was still a scared, insecure, abused little boy once, and that justifies nothing but ultimately he sacrificed everything to do the right thing. Yeah it was largely about Lily, but honestly he fucking hated Harry's guts and still did everything in his power to protect him. To me he's an incredibly tragic character and a compelling one. Not everyone has to like him, and there's a lot of reasons not to but I do.

#the football thing might not be very relevant but i think it contributes to his hatred for james #sev's an intellectual and he thinks sports are for idiots like his dad #sorry for this absolute essay i just find him so interesting #severus #severus snape #meta #anyway i cant believ that people are like barty and rosier were sweet little boys but FUCK SNAPE #like girl what are you smoking #i mean like whoever you want but its still weird

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seriouslysam8 · 9 months

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You portray Sirius’s struggles so well, and I think they’re so in line with his canon character. I feel like most authors either ignore and hand wave away his struggles, or they lean so far in the other direction that he’s completely incompetent and nothing like his canon character. It is so refreshing to be able to read about a Sirius who is clever and intelligent and protective and trying so hard while also struggling with his demons and spiraling downwards. Brumous is everything I’ve ever wanted in a Harry & Sirius fic.

🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

I cannot tell you how much that means to me that you love the Harry and Sirius relationship in this story - especially the characterization of Sirius.

I feel like Sirius’ character is often butchered in fanfiction. His childhood trauma is often ignored, even his trauma from Halloween/Azkaban is ignored. I find that a lot of people portray him as this… goofball dramatic person who makes serious/Sirius puns nonstop. Or he’s a thirty-five year old man having prank wars with the twins at Grimmauld Place. His drinking problem in OOTP is always overlooked. Sirius giving Harry pet names like pup or Prongslet or Bambi or whatever is just… not very Sirius. Or the overuse of Moony and Padfoot in post-Azkaban stories. Like… did they ever call each other their childhood nicknames in canon?? I don’t think they did, but I could be wrong so correct me if I’m wrong. I feel like those names wouldn’t be uttered ever again because of the pain that James’ death and Peter’s betrayal brings them. In GOF, Sirius is displayed as a very intelligent man who understands the complexities of wizarding politics and has extensive knowledge of wizarding families - no doubt a byproduct of his childhood being in that pureblood culture growing up.

Even when I write him as a teenager in Bête Noire, he’s a troubled teen who has been severely scarred by his upbringing. He worries incessantly about a threat from Walburga, closing himself off and isolating from his friends. At this point, he’s already drinking and smoking cigarettes as a coping mechanism at 15/16 years old.

Sirius is a very complicated character who has such an interesting backstory. To me, he’s the most interesting character in the entire series. Sorry, Harry. I know it’s your birthday today and I’m not shitting on you, but even you can’t stop thinking about how hot and tall your godfather is. You’re as obsessed as the rest of us.

That’s another thing, speaking of tall Sirius, that shits me about fanon Sirius. He’s tall, okay?!? Harry states it like every single time he sees his godfather. Sirius is tall!! He’s the tallest of all the Marauders. It’s Sirius, then James, then Remus, and then Peter is small. It’s facts, okay? It’s written in black and white. I nope right out of a story as soon as I read Remus or James is taller. The entire Black family is described as tall.

I digress.

I normally write heavy Hinny stories. I love them. They’re my favorite couple. But Brumous isn’t about Hinny. They are the main couple, but this isn’t a story about them. This is a story about Sirius and Harry becoming family and overcoming their childhood traumas. They are the main POVs. They are the main characters. Some of you may hate chapter 35 because it legit only has their POVs. Nobody elses. (Though @prewettpotter asked about a Ginny POV dealing with finding Sirius nearly dead in a pool of vomit and alcohol with Harry so I may have to add that to my list of missing moments.) Sirius finally getting help for all his deep-rooted issues is a major part of this story too. Because you all know it’s Harry, Sirius, Remus, and Tonks who go on the Horcrux hunt next story, you also know Sirius really needs to work on himself in order to really help Harry succeed. He needs to be in a better place mentally. Finally, after 34 chapters, Sirius is getting the help he desperately needs. He officially hit rock bottom and it took nearly dying and having Harry find him to make him realize just how damaged he truly was.

If you’ve read my stories before, you know I love to really dive in deep into very real and painful everyday problems people have.

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band--psycho · 11 months

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Moodboard Monday!!

James Potter x Reader- Sunset Conversations

A huge thank you to my amazing friend @xacatalepsyx ; who created this masterpiece of a moodboard for my new moodboard writing challenge!

I hope you all enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

Warnings: Horrible parents, disowning, pureblood prejudice

I’m in love with an idiot.

That was all I could think to myself as I watched James Potter singing at the top of his lungs to the latest number one of the muggle world.

Sirius and James had been taking it in turns to sing muggle songs to try and settle the argument they were having over who the best singer was.

So naturally, the only way for them to settle the argument was to have a sing-off.

They were taking it very seriously, I could've stopped them, told them that they were both awful singers, but it was entertaining and quite funny to watch them battle it out; and merlin knew I needed something to make me smile today.

“So,” Lily began sitting down next to me, “how did the date go?”

Ah.

The date.

I’d been trying really hard to forget about the date that had taken up most of my afternoon.

It wasn’t a date I wanted to go on, especially given who it was.

Lucius Malfoy.

Neither of us really had much say in the matter, my family had arranged it with his; I think my parents were hoping that the date would go well and I’d somehow fall back in line with the traditions of our family.

Pure blood mania.

They were a nightmare.

They hated pretty much everything about me, what I was interested in, who my friends were, what I wanted to do when I left Hogwarts.

I think Lucius was their last attempt to pull me back in; not that that would ever work.

But still, angering my parents a few weeks before the holidays was not something I wanted to do either.

So, I went on the date.

I was polite; until Lucius started badmouthing my friends and telling me that what I wanted for my life was only influenced by them.

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“You’re friends with a Muggleborn” the disgust was evident in his voice.

Merlin I wanted to punch him; if we hadn’t have been in a crowded bar I probably would’ve,“Her name is Lily, and yes I am,”

Lily was one of my closest friends. And I, unlike the rest of my house and family, didn’t care that she was muggleborn.

“Can you not see why your parents are concerned about you?”

Concerned? About me? No. They’d never been concerned about; what they were concerned about was their image and how I was ‘damaging’ it.

“Because I have friends?”

“The wrong type of friends,” he whispered venomously; as though I’d somehow offended him. And although that was not my internet, it did give me a lot of satisfaction.

“As opposed to?”

“Having friends of your class,”

“Sirius Black is of a higher class than me or my family,”

I could see a little vein on the side of Lucius’ forehead that looked like it was about to burst in his anger, “Sirius Black is a traitor and a disappointment to his family,”

Well that makes two of us.

That is why I am friends with the marauders, Lily and Marlene, because of Sirius Black.

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I hadn’t told my friends who the date was with; but I did tell them that my parents had arranged it for me.

“That bad?” Lily asked, obviously noticing the look on my face as the memories flags he’d through my mind.

“It was awful,” I stated, trying to force the memory out of my mind once again, “I guess I’m just old school, I still like flowers and real dates, not arranged ones with people I don’t even like,”

I felt Lily's hands wrap around me as she pulled me into a hug.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered; she was my closest friend, she knew all of the drama that went on between my parents and I. And I knew she felt guilty because she thought she was the cause of it, which she wasn’t.

My parents weren’t nice people.

That’s what it came down to.

Nothing to do with her, or me, or anyone else, just them.

~~~~~~

I needed space; some time away from the castle, away from my friends, so that I could think.

The forest wasn’t exactly the safest place to be, I knew that, but I just needed some time.

You are not our daughter

The words from the howler my parents sent me this morning played on my mind like an annoying song I couldn’t get out of my head.

I should’ve been relieved.

I should’ve been happy.

My parents weren’t good people.

But, they were the only family I had.

I think somewhere in my heart I had hoped that they would change, maybe that’s why their words stung so much.

“What’s wrong?” I heard a familiar voice ask; snapping me out of my thoughts and halting my steps.

When I turned around, I saw the one and only James Potter standing behind me, his eyebrows furrowed slightly in concern.

Lily must've told him I was here; she was the only person I had seen today; she was the only person who could've noticed that something was wrong.

“Nothing, I'm fine,” I smiled. Of course it was a fake smile, and I was hoping James didn’t notice that.

But of course he did, “you’re a terrible liar,”

“I just needed some space,” I answered simply. It was a vague answer. I knew that; but right now I really didn’t want to have a conversation about how awful my family was.

“Come with me,” he said softly, offering his hand to me.

“James-”

James stepped closer towards me before I could finish my sentence, capturing my hand in his,“I know somewhere safer than the forest for you to have some space.”

And with his fingers intertwined with mine, he left me out of the forest and to a place I was sure only he knew of.

It was an abandoned house with a little ladder next to it that led up to the roof.

“After you,” he whispered, letting go of my hand so I could climb the ladder.

When I reached the top of the roof I sat there; taking in the view.

I could see why he liked it here.

It was quiet, peaceful and beautiful.

Especially in this moment as the sun was setting; transforming the once blue sky into an intense assortment of orange, yellow, pink and purple.

The view from up here was absolutely breathtaking; it almost made me forget why I was up here to begin with; that was until I felt James sit down next to me.

“I’m here,” he murmured, his hazel eyes meeting my own, squeezing my hand lightly, “you can talk to me or not, but I am here for you, always.”

I remained silent for a few moments, my brain processing what he said.

“I’ll give you your space,” he continued, giving my hand a final squeeze before beginning to stand up.

“I got a howler from my parents today,” I said; making James sit back down where he originally was.

“I see,” James began, his hand returning to mine once again, his thumb rubbing small circles onto the back of my hand, “what did they say?”

“Long and short of it is that I’m not the person my parents wanted me to be,” I was surprised by the way my voice cracked as the words left my lips; I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down and stop myself from breaking, “they hate the subjects I’ve chosen to study, my plans for the future, the people I associate myself with…they hate who I am,”

“Then they’re idiots,” I could see the anger from what parents had said burning in his eyes; though his voice remained soft.

“Y/n/n,” he whispered; placing his other hand on my cheek; I couldn’t help but lean into his delicate touch, “you are you,”

A smile formed on his lips as he said those words; the type that made the butterflies in my stomach swarm like crazy.

“And that is nothing short of amazing,” he continued, as his thumb moved down my cheek to my chin, pulling my face closer to his so that our noses were touching.

“We should be getting back to the castle,” I mumbled, mentally cursing myself as soon as the words left my lips.

But it was getting late; the once beautifully coloured sky was now darkening and the last thing I wanted was for James to get into trouble because of me.

“We should,” he agreed with a small smirk, before he closed the distance between our lips.

It took my mind a second to catch up to what was happening; James Potter was kissing me.

It sounded like a dream.

It felt like a dream.

But as I began kissing him back, my lips molding effortlessly against his own, I realised kissing him was much better than any dream I could muster.

I had to fight back a small whine when I felt the coldness of the air on my lips rather than the warmth of James’ lips.

“Now we can go back,” He chuckled, his thumb ghosting over my bottom lip.

It didn’t take long before we were both on our way back to Hogwarts; our hands intertwined just as they were when we arrived at the abandoned house.

“Remember what I said, darling,” he started, catching me off guard with the little nickname at the end of his sentence, “I’m here for you, always,”

“Thank you,” I said, not knowing what else to say. In the course of a few hours James had turned one of the worst days of my life into the best. Just a simple thank you didn’t seem anywhere near enough, but they were the only words that I could think of.

He smiled at me again, the same smile that made the butterflies in my stomach swarm when we were sat upon that rooftop.

“You don’t need to thank me, love, I would do anything to see you smile,” he breathed, as he leaned in to capture my lips in another kiss, “Now, I’ve gotta go otherwise I’m never gonna leave you.”

And with that we bid one another goodnight; I didn’t think today was going to end like this; with me happy, and it was all because of James Fleamont Potter.

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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sorry ik im being annoying at this point but—

marlene x reader, marlene is a flirty shit (top!marlene, that vibe) and y/n has finally had enough when marlene decides to do something at a party (ex: rubbing her thumb into y/ns thigh, or just being hot in general bc omg marlene) so y/n drunk and a little bit high decides to kiss her in the middle of the party, drama ensues

sorry this was a much better idea in my head </3

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Marlene McKinnon x fem! reader

Summary: Y/n's gets tired of Marlene's constant flirting and does something about it

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, eating, drinking, being a little drunk and slight teasing, Marlene being a flirt and everyone else being adorable

A/n: 0.7k words, thank you for the request and don't worry you aren't annoying in the slightest x

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You tried to listen to Remus you really did. You were sure whatever it was he was talking about was super interesting, enlightening even…yet all you could think about was Marlene’s hand wrapped around your knee. She didn’t even need to do anything, her hand alone on your bare skin was enough to have your cheeks hot and concentration shot

“Wait you’re telling me that man” your daze was interrupted at Marlene’s voice and her hand leaving your leg to point to Sirius chatting with Lily and Mary across the room “Gardens?” She asks and your eyebrows furrow, beginning to giggle at the idea of Sirius black the coolest man in existence gardening

Remus chuckles “Yup” he pops the ‘p’

“Unbelievable” Marlene says shaking her head, leaning back in the small booth as her hand finds its way back to your leg again, but this time it’s a little higher than your knee causing you to almost choke on your drink “You okay sweets?” She asks in a lower tone, hand squeezing your thigh ever to slightly

She knew exactly what she was doing and merlin did you hate how much it affected you…yet you didn’t hate it half as much by the fact she had been doing this for months now yet had never brought it further than exuding casual dominance

“Fine” you reply, voice a little strained and high pitched “So what does he grow?” you attempt to turn the conversation back to Remus, get the heat off of you as you quickly downed your drink

About an hour had passed now and all of your friends had found their way back, now sitting in a little circle around the table. Marlene's hand had slowly creep up your thigh until her thumb was rubbing little shapes, teasing the hem of your skirt and her fingers were curled around it tickling your other leg. All the while she just chatted to Mary and Lily like nothing was happening

“Y/n…y/n love” your pulled from your thoughts by Regulus

“Yeah?” you ask a little breathless to which the boy smirks

“I was going to ask your opinion on if you think Sirius should be James’ best man and Remus mine but know I’m rather interested in your love life” he winks, talking quietly so Marlene wouldn’t hear

You huff “I have no…” your breath hitches “…love…life” you finish pathetically, cursing Marlene for squeezing your leg at the wrong moment

“What exactly is it then?” he inquires, taking a sip of his own drink

Your mouth opens but shuts again deciding instead to take a gulp of your drink before whining as Regulus pulls it away “Hey” you cross your arms and pouting, the actions gaining a glance from the girl next to you, who just grins, eyes lingering for a second before returning to her previous conversation

“You’ve had enough” he places it down on the table beside him readying to say more when James’ arm comes around him

“Thank you darlin” James hums, pressing a kiss to his temple as he picks up your drink for himself before turning back to talk to Remus again

You find yourself giggling a little Regulus’ tinting cheeks, even after 5 years of dating and a wedding that’s mere months away James still made him all bothered. And that’s what had you looking up at Marlene next to you, admiring the slight curl in her hair, the pink stars she had painted across her cheekbones, the light layer of gloss across her lips…fuck it

“What was I saying…oh yeah…oh” Regulus starts again only to find you had straddled Marlene’s lap and brought her lips to yours, shocking not just him and the rest of the gang but Marlene as well, her eyes widen before the slowly flutter shut, hands moving down to your hips to steady you as she returns it

“About time” Remus says first earning hums of agreement

“Suprised y/n hadn’t done it sooner with all Marls’ teasing” Sirius comments “Although it is a public place maybe we should…” he adds pointing his thumb and tliting his head

Lily shakes her head “Let them, I think it’s sweet…oh...interesting” her head tilts as the kiss slowly drifts away from safe for work

“Yeah, maybe we should leave them too it come on my lil flower” Mary grabs her hand, pulling her away from her trance on you and Marlene while everyone quickly stands up and does the same, leaving you and Marlene to it

Once everyone’s a good distance Marlene pulls back “Now those arseholes are gone you want to explain what just happened sweetheart?”

Thank you for reading ♡

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