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@jegulus-microfic | april 5: slap | 1.1k words

James watches on as Regulus plays a card game, surrounded by the family that they have created.

James leans against the doorframe, sipping on a lukewarm cider as he watches Regulus, who’s sitting cross legged in the centre of their living room. He’s in one of James’ old sweaters, the sleeves rolled up to stop them from covering his hands.

James is so in love with him.

Regulus glows, sat surrounded by the people that they love. This is a home that they have created for each other, with each other.

In his hands are two cards, and he watches Remus and Pandora carefully. James knows that he has a +4 and a reverse left, and James is almost certain that he’s going to win.

Remus places down a yellow +2, smirking as Sirius hooks his head over his partner’s shoulder.

Pandora only giggles, placing down another +2, leaving Regulus to slap his +4 down, screaming ‘uno’ before anyone else can place their cards.

He is delighted, his legs uncrossing as he rocks back gently.

“You prick,” Sirius calls, having taken Remus’ side as his partner begrudgingly picks up his ten new cards, grumbling good-naturedly about it.

“Sorry your boyfriend’s a loser, Siri,” Regulus taunts back. He is looser than normal, a glass of wine in his hands that he’s been sipping from intermittently, but he’s not drunk. He’s just comfortable.

Sirius scowls at his brother as Remus plays a green 3, Pandora laying a green 7 and allowing Regulus to place his green Reverse down, declaring him the winner.

There are cheers released from Regulus and his corner, with Mary and Evan having decided early on that Regulus was going to win. James thinks he can see money changing hands between Peter and Marlene, but that’s between them.

Barty and Lily join him, the smell of smoke clinging to their clothes. They’ve come in from the fire escape, James thinks.

“Odd to see you hanging around at the edges of a party,” Barty comments, but James knows he doesn’t mean anything by it.

“Reg is enjoying himself. Didn’t want to interrupt.” James shrugs his shoulders, acting nonchalant.

“You’re good for him, you know?” That makes James pause. Barty’s been hesitant to show James anything other than casual apathy since the pair started dating. “He has people who love him, and that hasn’t changed, but I think you make him aware that it’s okay to accept that love. He’s been in Sirius’ shadow for as long as I’ve known him, and he’s always felt like he’s second choice, but you give him space to be himself. You’ve shown him that he doesn’t have to be Sirius to be loved.”

A distressed noise claws its way out of James’ throat, and Barty pats him on the back before stealing his cider and moving to reclaim a seat near Evan. Lily moves to take his place at James’ side.

“Barty’s right, James. But I also think he’s good for you, too. If he weren’t here you’d be forcing yourself into the centre of the room, even if you needed a break. He lets you switch off, and he doesn’t expect anything from you. I think we take you for granted, sometimes, but he doesn’t.” She turns her head to focus back on the group, and James follows her gaze.

Regulus is looking back at them, mouthing ‘you okay?’ to James. He nods his head in response, but Regulus stands up anyway, heading over to the pair.

“Hey, Lily, I think Pandora needs someone to commiserate with her after her frankly embarrassing Uno performance,” Regulus says, gently teasing his best friend’s failure.

The trio looks over to Pandora, where she’s reading the lines on Sirius’ palm, the two gossiping intently with their heads close together as Remus overlooks the pair, a fond smile on his face. “Oh, she looks positively devastated,” Lily jokes, but heads over to her girlfriend nonetheless. “Look after James, Reg,” she calls over her shoulder.

Regulus takes James’ hand, moving him out of the front room and back through the kitchen, leaving his wine on the side before crawling out the window to take a seat in the fire escape.

James has no choice but to follow him. Wherever Regulus goes, James will always follow.

“Congrats on winning Uno – a truly impressive performance,” James comments, a smirk falling over his face.

Regulus sniggers as he draws two cigarettes out of the pocket of his jacket. “I hope Mary made a killing. Peter should’ve known better than to bet on Remus – he’s useless at card games.”

Wordlessly, Regulus hands a cigarette over to James, cupping a hand around it as he lights it before turning his attention to his own.

The pair smoke in silence. They don’t need words. They never have.

“I love you, Jamie.” Regulus is stubbing his cigarette out as he says this, but it doesn’t dampen the significance of the moment.

Those words are always significant to James. Regulus is sparing with them; hesitant to express his emotions with words. It’s okay; he shows James that he loves him in a million other ways, but sometimes James needs to hear it.

This is one of those times, and Regulus knows. Regulus always knows.

James doesn’t say anything back; doesn’t have to.

He stubs his cigarette out, leaning over to kiss his boyfriend. It’s soft, tender. Regulus tastes of smoke and red wine, and James loves him.

Regulus pulls back, resting his forehead against James’ before pressing a soft kiss to his lips, to his cheek, to his forehead. “Let’s go back inside.”

James registers the goose bumps that have appeared on his arm, and he nods.

The couple head back in to rejoin their friends. The living room has a warm glow to it, filled with life and laughter and so much love.

“Welcome back, you two,” Remus comments, dropping down from the sofa where he’d taken up residence to sit beside Sirius.

“I hope neither of you were doing anything untoward.” Sirius looks over at them, an eyebrow raising. Regulus only raises an eyebrow in return.

“Piss off, Siri, everyone knows that if anyone’s going to do anything untoward on a fire escape it’s you and Remus,” Regulus bites at his brother, but there’s no real anger in it.

Peter releases a bark of laughter as Sirius buries his face in Remus’ chest. Regulus has won this round.

James draws his boyfriend across the living room, to the sofa that Remus has just evacuated, and the pair curl up together. It’s instinctual, as easy as breathing. Regulus fits himself to James and James fits himself to Regulus. They are two parts of the same whole; two parts of the same soul.

James rests his chin on Regulus’ shoulder and looks out at his friends, at his family.

Regulus is in his arms and he is home.

#jegulus #regulus black #james potter #starchaser #marauders #marauders era #sunseeker #jegulus microfic #dead gay wizards #si writes

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princeheir · 1 year

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˙ 🐍 profile .

BIRTH NAME : severus snape.

ALIAS / NICKNAME : sev.

TITLES : the half-blood prince.

AGE : 21.

DATE OF BIRTH : 01/09/60.

PLACE OF BIRTH : english midlands.

BLOOD STATUS : half-blood.

RESIDENCE : london.

EDUCATION : graduated from hogwarts (slytherin, slug club).

OCCUPATION : potioneer, aka, a potion maker. his prices do change on a whim but he is the best in the business.

SIDED : death eaters.

˙ 🐍 personal details .

GENDER : cis man.

SEXUALITY : sees himself as an equal opportunity bloke, isn’t exactly labelled nor cares about sex that much.

FACECLAIM : louis garrel.

TATTOOS : the mark on his arm.

CLOTHING : big & dark coats, suit and tie whenever he can, long & dark robes, green details here and there, snake skin, silver jewellery (especially earrings and rings). doesn’t modern fashion all that much.

HAIR STYLE : long-ish black hair. a little oily (which he doesn’t like, but doesn’t know how to change).

POSITIVE TRAITS : loyal, proactive, intelligent.

NEGATIVE TRAITS : cunning, cruel, closed-minded.

HOBBIES : beyond journaling, he enjoys reading muggle books but will go out of his way to hide that. he is also passionate about gardening and foraging (especially for poisonous mushrooms).

INSPIRATIONS : henry winter, canon&fanon snape, that one two hour video essay about snape wives., also beth from the queen's gambit for the family dynamics (his dad did leave but he'd spend the hols at hogwarts and would barely be home during the summer, so snape didn't actually notice until his sixth year).

---- CHILDHOOD , all i know is you said hello and your eyes look like comin' home .

His is the story of the scorpion and the frog.

There was no love in the Snape household, neither was there warmth. Often enough, there was barely sound, only soft inhales from Eileen Prince’s lonely bedroom, — she never quite got used to her husband’s last name, carrying with herself the prestige of the Prince bloodline —, long parted from the sheer moments of honeymoon glory. Sometimes, if Severus was lucky enough, he’d hear the sound of his father’s keys turning on the door, only for it to be taken away in a matter of seconds, a new business trip waiting for the muggle salesman. It was a cliche, really. A saddened housewife and an unhappy traveling salesman, a love-story straight from the all-British muggle books.

Happiness was fleeting. And then it was not. With red, oh so lovely red, consuming the afternoons the young boy spent alone in the meadow. Lily bloody Evans, his best friend, his first love, the personification of laughter. And goodness. And warmth. She was everything he wasn’t, and everything he longed to be. In their few, stolen moments, there was no blood purity. There was only a boy. And a girl. And so much magic between them.

---- SCHOOL YEARS , i get mean when i'm nervous like a bad dog .

The dungeons were almost home. They were just as cold, just as unlived in, but they were loud. They lacked the meadow, — and in consequence they lacked his best friend’s blooming smiles —, but they were filled with ideals. They boomed in the winter and were awfully quiet with the arrival of the last month of school. Severus was lonely, and he was misguided. And, well, he was the perfect recipient to whatever nonsense other snakes were willing to sing in his ears.

And, Saint Merlin, he was so incredibly envious. The others had it all, had they not? Barty had the wealth, Regulus had the name, but Severus? He had the anger. He had excellent penmanship. He had a brain that refused to stop. He even had the means to respond to those idiotic pranks without ever tarnishing his own name. Who’d think the prince of potions would ever turn every Gryffindor tie into a snake? They weren’t even poisonous.

What he did not have, however, was Lily. No, that was propriety of the Gryffindors. Of the people who had loving parents, wealth, a future in the wizard world. She wouldn’t, couldn't choose him, and he had no choice but to help her discover that. He was cruel, and sometimes he was be downright evil. Because if not him, who? Who’d show those foolish lions what waited for them the second they’d step outside from the bounds of Hogwarts?

He did what he felt needed to be done, no matter how terrible it could be. There was no regret, no moment of sudden realization of how the mark in his arm would change everything for everyone. He wanted the wealth, he wanted the name. Sometimes he even wanted the fame.

---- CURRENT DAYS , cause cruelty lives in the movies .

It was clear something had changed inside of him. From the little boy who longed for connection to a man who destroyed everything he got his hands on. Although loyal, it became known Snape was inconsequential, brutal, and always a little too eager to fulfill a plan in the Dark Lord’s name.

When it comes to his work, however, Snape is known to be a man of equal opportunity. No matter your affiliation, if you have enough money (and courage) to look for his help, he’ll provide you with a top-notch solution for your afflictions. Not even Severus himself understands why he does that, why he’s so willing to put poison in the hands of members of the Order. Maybe he’ll never know.

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kessfansworld · 9 months

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my hcs

people have three loves in their lifetime. .

let’s find out who james three loves are.

i think james three loves are sirius, regulus and lily. that makes no sense well i’ll explain!

sirius is his best friend. the person he goes to first about everything. the first person he’ll owl when he’s scared or nervous. james potter never ever pretends with sirius black.

that’s not to say that peter and remus or the girls aren’t important to him. they absolutely are important to him but with sirius it’s just different, not romantically but it’s the love that will always stay. having a best friend, it’s something else entirely and the love is so deep that you know it’s not something you can get over. again not in romantic context. i view sirius and james as family. brothers or best friend or even lovers in some people’s eyes. they’re just always there in each other’s lives, their paths always intertwine.

the second love. it’s regulus.

this one is so unexpected and it teaches us so much about ourselves that we feel like a new person. james being with regulus probably was changing for him. he discovered and saw things in new ways. that’s a good thing. it was difficult because of the circumstances and yet they made it work until fate safe fuck you man. their parting wasn’t good, probably awful for both of them, it doesn’t mean they didn’t still love each other but the circumstances put them in terrible positions.

the third love and final love. lily evans

in my hc i think james and lily weren’t the only people each other loved. like lily also loved someone else (mary, pandora) and so did james (reg). people go out with other people and people date other people before meeting your final love. is it unrealistic to assume that they could love other people just like they loved each other? does it make their other relationships invalid? i think to me i view it as it’s perfectly reasonable that they didn’t only love each other. yeah in canon it was probably like that but i am a multishipper. jegulus. marylily. pandalily. jily. i’ve stayed true to my roots. anyways the point is they didn’t settle down for each other. it wasn’t like giving up and finding easy love or whatever. james and lily loved each other so much. that’s unquestionable and james probably got over his crush on lily but then they reconnected and started dating and fell in love with each other. that’s perfectly fine and it happens a lot in real life.

again this is my hc so i know canon was not like this at all and i never mentioned a timeline let’s just pretend they never of them died ok.

#the marauders #the marauders era #pandora lovegood #regulus black #marauders #sirius black #black brothers angst #mary mcdonald #pandalily #marylily #jily headcanon #jily #jegulus #prongsfoot #james x regulus #lily evans #lily potter

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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I think it would be really interesting for leo and sirius to talk ab how they both didn’t go to college and how they both joined the nhl at 18 but had v different upbringings

Ooo, I like this one! I’m always down for some Cap and Knutty bonding. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for mentioned bad parenting

“Kinda weird, isn’t it?” Leo said, breaking the nighttime silence after many long minutes of just their breathing. Sirius hummed in question. “Starting all this so young.”

Sirius made a noncommittal noise and Leo shifted, never taking his eyes off the sky. There was too much light pollution to see the stars properly in Gryffindor, but the roof of the rink didn’t have a bad view; the planes flying overhead brought pinpricks of brightness to the indigo blur.

“Was it hard for you?”

He heard Sirius’ coat move. “Was what hard?”

“Starting the NHL at eighteen.”

There was a long beat of silence. “Sometimes.”

“I didn’t know if I would make it,” Leo confessed, still barely above a murmur. Nobody else was around, but it didn’t feel right to talk in normal voices. The whole world was muted, save for the noise of the city below them. “There was just so much to do.”

Sirius laughed softly. “I hate to break it to you, rookie, but that doesn’t change.”

“How do you deal with it?”

“Before, or now?”

Leo thought for a moment. “Both.”

“Before, I would go home and shoot pucks until I was too tired to stand up. Sometimes I would read.” It wasn’t a secret, but it still made Leo’s heart hurt to remember. Nobody as kind and hardworking as Sirius deserved that. “Now, I make myself some food, take a shower, and steal Re’s softest hoodie.”

Leo could hear his smile in the dark—it echoed his own. “Nothing better, huh?”

“Nope.”

“Finn’s fit me best,” he mused. “But Lo’s smell better.”

“Ah, he finally discovered deodorant?”

“Shut up,” Leo teased, elbowing his ribs. Sirius laughed a little louder; in the light of the streetlamps and the absence of his granite-hard focus, it was easy to remember that he was only 26. Leo had worshipped him as a kid, but now he just saw Sirius for what he was. His captain, who guided him through the playoffs even when his personal life was crumbling apart. His older brother, though Sirius certainly wouldn’t think of him that way. His friend.

“Really, though, it’s important to have those connections,” Sirius said when they both calmed down. “Being alone is good, but only if you know you have people to talk to when you need them.”

“Was it easier when you weren’t living with someone?”

“No.” The answer was immediate.

“Sometimes I want the apartment to myself.” Leo lowered his voice unconsciously, then sighed. “It’s not because I don’t want them there. I just need to be alone. Wash the dishes. Clean my room. Call my mom.”

“You should tell them.”

He turned his head slightly; Sirius was still scanning the sky. “Is that what you did?”

“It took a couple hiccups, but yeah. If one of us needs some alone time, the other will go to the grocery store or take a walk, maybe hang out with friends. You just have to make sure your boys know that it’s not personal.”

“You’re freakishly good at sage advice.”

Sirius snorted. “Merci, rookie.”

“I’m not a rookie anymore.”

“Yeah, you are.” He raised his hands, as if outlining a marquee. “The Eternal Rookie, starring Leo Knut.”

Leo stuck his tongue out, feeling rather petulant about the whole thing. “Watch it, Cap, I’m gonna sic Dumo on you.”

“My own father?” Sirius gasped dramatically. “How could you?”

“Did you ever get homesick?”

The question was out of the blue—he didn’t blame Sirius for faltering. Honestly, Leo was kicking himself for asking in the first place, though he had been keeping it in for ages. Unspoken rule of the Lions #1: Don’t ask Cap about his childhood.

“I…” Sirius fell silent once more.

“I’m sorry,” Leo apologized, and he meant it. “That came out of nowhere.”

“I missed Regulus,” Sirius continued carefully without acknowledging him. “But no, I didn’t get homesick. I didn’t have time, or a real reason.”

Alone in a new city, finally out of a horrible living situation, but desperately missing the little brother he left behind… Leo couldn’t even begin to imagine going through it when the NHL by itself was already overwhelming to his teenage brain. He scooted an inch closer until their shoulders touched. “I get homesick every couple of months.”

“You have a kind family.”

“Have you even met them?”

“At the party.” Sirius’ smile was practically audible. “Your mother was very excited to see me.”

“Oh, god,” Leo groaned. “What happened?”

“She—“ He broke off with a laugh. “She was very nice, I promise, but I think I surprised her because she squeaked when I said ‘hello’.”

Leo shook his head. “Did you sneak up on her?”

“I’m six two, I can’t sneak up on anyone!”

“You walk like a fucking ghost, dude! It’s creepy!”

“Okay, rude.”

“I swear, you and Loops need to be belled like cats,” Leo huffed.

They lapsed back into comfortable quiet for a few more minutes as a train rattled past on one side and the metro busses rolled down Main Street on the other. It had taken Leo a long time to figure out Gryff’s layout, and even longer to get used to the sounds of the city.

“What does it feel like?”

Leo blinked, unsure if he had heard correctly. “What?”

“Being homesick.” Sirius shifted again and folded his hands over his stomach. “I didn’t notice much of a difference in practices when I started the NHL, and going back to my parents’ house wasn’t my exactly a highlight of my year.”

Curiosity overrode his tact and reasoning skills. “You never asked Logan?”

“Non. It was different, with him. He had already left to go to college before I knew him, and spent four years away from his family.”

“Right.” Leo forgot about that on occasion. That Finn and Logan might be five years older than him, but they had only been rookies a year or two prior. Not everyone went straight from their city select team to an official draft. “It’s hard to describe.”

Sirius made an understanding noise, but he couldn’t entirely mask his disappointment. Leo licked his lips and tried again.

“It’s like a piece of you isn’t where it’s supposed to be. And it keeps tugging on your chest, but you never know when it’s going to start and stop so you just… deal with it. You ignore it some days and you think about it other days.” He swallowed around the lump in his throat. “The hard days are when you remember you can’t go back to the way things were before. I don’t even call my mom sometimes, ‘cause I know it’ll make me sadder.”

“The way things were before?”

“Yeah, like—like all my classmates are in college, and I’m laying on a roof with one of the most famous hockey players in the history of forever.” That drew a light laugh from them both. “I’m gonna go back to my reunion in a couple years and have literally nothing in common with the people I used to be friends with.”

“Sometimes I wish I went to college,” Sirius said. “But I would have missed so much if I did. I don’t think I would have been happy there.”

“Finn and Logan get weird about college.” Maybe he shouldn’t be talking about it, but Leo had the feeling none of their conversation would leave the rooftop. “It was hard for them, with all their shit.”

“Re does, too.” He recognized the sad edge in Sirius’ voice; it was the same as his own. “For a different reason. It started good, and ended bad.”

“I’m glad I missed out on that,” Leo said, biting down the urge to scream at the universe for putting their significant others through so much hardship at an already-difficult time. None of them deserved the pain they went through. “Besides, it’s not like we need degrees to play hockey, and we’ll have plenty of money afterward.”

“I never thought about my life after hockey until my ankle.”

“My parents always pushed me to make sure I wanted to do the NHL instead of more school.”

“You’re lucky to have them.”

“I wish you did.”

The words hung suspended between them before Leo could swallow them back down, somehow dangerous and calming at the same time. It wasn’t like he had never thought about it before; he just hadn’t said it out loud. The first time he had seen Sirius’ parents across the rink had given him a case of the heebie-jeebies so strong he had to shower twice. All the times after that just made him angry.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Sirius’ voice was quiet, but not upset. “You’re not the first person to say it. I’m glad you feel like you can be honest with me.”

Leo frowned. “Well, yeah. Obviously.”

“I try really hard to not be an asshole captain, so it actually does mean a lot.”

“I don’t think you could be an asshole if you tried.”

The barking laugh that split the night startled Leo so bad he nearly jumped out of his skin; Sirius clapped a hand over his mouth, though he was still snickering. “Sorry, sorry, I just—holy shit, I forgot you didn’t know me before. Mon dieu.”

“You weren’t that bad,” Leo protested. “Pots said you used to be grumpier, but that’s it.”

Sirius shook his head, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. “I was such a dick. There’s not a single picture of the whole team where I’m smiling for about two years and I was such a stickler for the rules.”

Leo gaped at him. “You followed rules?”

“To the fucking letter. It was awful.”

“What happened?”

Sirius shrugged. “I got friends. Idiot friends who did things like showing me the easiest way onto the roof. Pots used to drag me up here every Friday.”

“Really?”

“Ouais.” Mischief flitted over his face. “He skipped date night with Lily once on accident, and she tracked us up here like a bloodhound. It was terrifying.”

“What did you do?” Lily was one of the nicest people Leo knew, but he knew better than to get on her bad side.

“Lied to her face while James hid behind that strobe light.”

“Did it work?”

“Are you kidding?” he snorted. “She called me a liar and suggested getting a better best friend. That was after she told James he’s better have something nice planned for their next date if he ever wanted to get in her pants again.”

“And yet you didn’t listen to her.” Leo tsked. “Of all the people on the team, you chose the hot mess.”

“Trust me, rookie, James had his whole life figured out compared to me.”

“Did you…” Leo trailed off and but his lip. He had pushed his luck a lot already; who knew if one more question would be the tipping point? “Did you ever think about coming out? Even just to Pots.”

Sirius didn’t hesitate. “After every single game.”

“For seven years?”

“Up until the day those pictures were leaked. Even more after Re and I were together.”

“How old were you when you knew?”

“13. You?”

Leo exhaled slowly. “I’m not sure. I think I had an idea of it as a kid, but didn’t really get it until I was in high school. My parents were even more worried about the NHL after I told them.”

“They worry a lot about you.”

“Only child, and I was going for a wildly unstable career path with no guarantee that I would ever see the ice.”

“They’re proud of you. More than you know.” Sirius’ watch beeped. “It’s ten o’clock. Are you supposed to be home?”

“I should probably make sure my boys haven’t burned down the apartment.” Neither of them made an attempt to move. “Can we do this again sometime?”

“Of course.”

You’re like a brother to me, he wanted to say. I don’t know who else I can talk to like this. “Thank you.”

“Any time. We don’t have to do extra practice beforehand, either.”

Leo nudged him gently. “You’re the best captain ever.”

“You’re the best rookie, rookie.”

“I’m not a rookie.”

“Yeah, you are.”

Yeah, I am, he thought as they laid side-by-side in silence once more with the past behind them and the future ahead. And if I end up like you, it means I did something right.

#leo knut #sirius black #coops #oknutzy #finn ohara #logan tremblay #sweater weather #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #friendship #cap and rookie

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marauderspog · 3 years

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I could go with knowing Regulus' birthday tho. Trying to make it up with astrology and funky number pseudoscience is fun but you know. :D

There’s a lot of dates for his birthday in the fandom so I thought I’d take a stab at working it out.

His birthday has to be between September 1960 and August 1961 to work with him being canonically a year below the Marauders.

Regulus Black - Birthday Headcanons

WARNING: I KNOW NOTHING OF ASTRONOMY, ASTROLOGY OR ANY OTHER STAR RELATED THING. I KNOW MATHS , LOGIC AND MARAUDERS HEADCANONS THO, SO LETS GO

~ 1st September 1960 ~

Young Regulus and Sirius being annoyed that Reggie is only just in the year below

‘Mother, can’t Reggie just come to school early?’

Sirius really did not want to go to Hogwarts on his first day, because it would mean leaving Reggie alone on his birthday

They both got up really early to sneak outside, look at the stars and let Reggie open his present

Later that day, it was just him and Kreacher so they had a little tea party to celebrate not that his parents would ever acknowledge his birthday

Birthday party on the Hogwarts Express every year after that

~ 26th September 1960 ~

Regulus is the heart of the lion headcanon one!

His birthday is half a year away from James, and James will never let him live it down

‘Sorry babe, you can drink when your older’

‘I’m only fucking 6 months younger than you, and bloody taller, you prick’

One of the oldest in his year and basically a parent to the younger years, and helping calm them down when some older years pick on them

~ 25th December 1960 ~

His parents celebrate neither his birthday nor Christmas so it was just the Black cousins and Kreacher celebrating on that day when they were younger

When Hogwarts came around, the Marauders found about Regulus’ birthday around fifth year, cut to all of them staying at school over the Christmas break that year

The Great Hall was decorated with tinsel and a birthday banner, and Reggie almost broke into tears

Started calling it ‘Regmas’ as a joke, but it stuck

Reggie finally got to experience both a Christmas and a birthday and he couldn’t be happier

The next year, there was some presents from certain Hogwarts professors besides the familiar wrapping of Reggie’s favourite house elf

All house elves are invited to the birthday party

James kept making mistletoe jokes until the girls trick him into getting under it with Reggie, let’s just say they were blushing for hours after

~ 31st December 1960 ~

Born at around 11PM on the 31st so he’s barely born in 1960

Attends a Marauders New Year party during his fifth year and keeps smiling to himself because it’s the first birthday he’s been with more than two people

Sirius gets drunk and tells everyone how happy he is that his baby brother is growing up

Drunk Marauders sing Harry Birthday and Reggie almost cries of happiness

So many party games, including truth or dare where James ends up confessing

‘Prongs, kiss the hottest person in the room’

‘Sirius...’

‘I’m flattered, but I love Moony’

‘Ew, no mate, no offence, but I was gonna ask if you’d kill me if I kissed Reggie?’

‘Oh go ahead- WAIT, REGGIE?! THAT’S MY BABY BROTHER!’

‘Ignore him, please go ahead, love’

~ 28th February 1961 ~

Wanted it to be 29th of February but sadly 1961 is not a leap year, so this is an adapted version of that idea

Reggie being born at midnight on the 28th, so him and Sirius can never work out when to celebrate

On leap years, they’re so fucking confused about when to celebrate since they barely ever are allowed to celebrate at home

Reggie just pretends that his birthday has already gone when anyone asks to save them the trouble

Even when they weren’t speaking, Sirius makes sure to send a letter to Reggie at midnight on the 1st, to remind his brother that he’s always there

Most years Reggie just sneaks out of his dorm on his birthday to hang out with the house elves at midnight

One time he bumped into James, so it became a tradition for them to spend the night laughing and chatting in the kitchen or library

James just likes seeing Reggie comfortable and happy

~ 27th March 1961 ~

Regulus is the heart of the lion headcanon 2!

Birthday is the same day as James’

Sirius makes jokes that his two second favourite people share a birthday (the first is obviously Remus)

James and Reggie alternate what they do on their birthday, but usually end the day cuddled up on James’ bed talking about quidditch

After James graduates, Regulus is invited round for their birthday (as well as all their friends obviously)

Euphemia and Fleamont absolutely love Reggie, they buy him presents and invite him to come over more often after telling him many embarrassing stories about James while James blushes

~ Any Date in May 2061 ~

According to things I’ve seen please don’t quote me on this Regulus is most visible in May

Birthday stargazing with James using cheesy lines and Regulus reciting facts he was taught as a kid as they cuddle under a blanket

Birthday dates to Hogsmead with James, getting many sweets to share in the library later that day

Birthday quidditch matches where James promises not to go easy on Reggie and fucking panics one year when Reggie falls off his broom and ends up in the hospital wing

James just freaks out and refused to leave Reggie’s side, even after being told everything was fine

James and their friends end up bringing duvets and pillows down so they don’t have to leave Reggie alone

Remus and Lily find a spell to project muggle films on the wall for all of them to watch Regulus, Sirius and Mel are fascinated

~ 31st August 1961 ~

No one knowing when Regulus’ birthday is because it’s already happened the day before they go back to school

James is outraged when he finds out that the Marauders have never been able to celebrate his birthday in school

So they start making the first day of school Reggie’s honorary birthday with a giant sleepover in the Gryffindor common room

So many baby Black jokes, which Reggie fucking hates

‘Sirius I’m fucking taller than you, if anyone’s the baby it’s you’

First time they celebrate his birthday outside of school, James takes him to see a quidditch match, then to the local pub to see the rest of their friends, and finally back to their flat for Reggie to read the books he got for his birthday

~ Literally Any Date From September 1st to August 31st ~

I tried to find a correlation between November 3rd (Sirius’ birthday) and the Sirius star

Couldn’t really find anything (again I don’t know astronomy so please feel free to prove me wrong if you do!)

Only thing I saw was that Sirius is apparently more visible in Winter, but November is technically in Autumn so wasn’t really anything with that

By that logic, She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named could have made his birthday any date with no reasoning but we’re not gonna accept that

So any date for his birthday is acceptable!

SPEECH - SIRIUS, JAMES, REGULUS

Feel free to comment which birthday you prefer, even if it isn’t one listened! And sorry if I got some astronomy things wrong, please correct me if I’m wrong and I will happily edit this post accordingly!

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‘That idiot could not be more obvious if he tried.’

Remus hummed in acknowledgement, turning the page of his book before looking over at James. ‘Who couldn’t be obvious about what?’

Peter sighed heavily and shook his head. ‘And you could not be more oblivious if you tried,’ he commented before watching as another of James’s chess pieces was slaughtered. ‘Checkmate.’

A deep frown embedded itself onto Remus’s face as he watched the two lads clear up the game before glancing at the common room door Sirius had just stepped out of. He wasn’t stupid, he knew what they meant—Sirius was up to no good, and Remus hadn’t noticed because his judgement had been thrown off due to the upcoming moon.

Or that’s the excuse he fed himself. The moon was still a few days away and his bones weren’t even aching yet. But he didn’t want to admit the real reason he’d been trying to avoid talking to Sirius as much as possible without anybody noticing.

‘Go find him,’ James told the werewolf as he set up another game with Peter. ‘If not, you’ll never know what we mean.’

‘Stop playing chess,’ Remus hit back easily. ‘If not, you’re only going to keep losing.’

Peter chortled with laughter and stuck out his tongue whilst James flipped up his middle finger to them both. Remus chuckled before pulling himself from the sofa and cracking his back.

‘I’ll be upstairs if you need me. There’s a half-written Transfiguration essay with my name on it.’

The other two lads abandoned their game immediately, hurrying to follow their friend. Remus scoffed and rolled his eyes. ‘You want help because you haven’t started, don’t you?’

‘Well, we aren’t sticking around to see Sirius confess his love for you,’ James muttered with an eyeroll, momentarily forgetting about Remus’s heightened abilities.

He frowned again at that—he knew James was just messing around, but it hurt all the same. Like a reminder Sirius wouldn’t feel the same way he did. But he pushed that down and played it off with, ‘Regulus is more in love with you than Sirius is with me.’

‘Yeah, and we’re dating.’

Remus choked at that, and even Peter looked up in surprise. James shrugged and walked past them—his silent indicator that he didn’t want to talk about it for the moment—so they just followed him into the dorm with small smiles, happy for their best friend.

The trio settled themselves on the floor of the dormitory, books and parchment spread around them. Peter was humming and haring over some spellings, James was distractedly playing with his quill more than writing, and Remus was scribbling away about things not even relevant to the essay title. They were only interrupted when the door burst open, and Sirius came spilling into the room.

‘Hey guys!’ he grinned widely to James and Peter. His eyes softened when he looked at Remus. ‘Hey, Moony, look what I got for you.’

He walked over to the werewolf’s bed and dropped everything except for a big green and purple plant. ‘This,’ he set it down on the bedside table. ‘This is a Calla Lily—I think it’s a Muggle plant, but I asked Professor Sprout to grow me one. And I have a little list of how you can take care of it, oh, and a little spray bottle!’

As he was talking, he pulled out everything he mentioned. Remus, who had shuffled to the foot of the bed and was smiling widely just nodded and went along with it all.

‘And these are those books you wanted. I know your birthday isn’t for another two months, but there was a Muggle store selling them, so I snuck out and waited all morning. There was so many people, I think I may have broken somebody’s arm to get the last signed copy.’

Remus’s jaw dropped as his shaking hands reached out for the books, his fingers only daring to graze over the dust covers lightly. ‘Padfoot, what…’ he blinked in confusion at the silver-eyed lad. ‘Why did you do all this? You didn’t have to.’

Sirius shrugged. ‘You deserved it because you’re special,’ he shrugged easily. Remus turned his head to the side to see James with his eyebrows raised. And when he looked back, he saw it:

The way Sirius was looking at him—it was the same way Remus looked at him.

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Wolfstar x Showing Affection (feat. oblivious James)

Sirius is very tactile.

He shows affection through hugging—hugs, hand-holding, playing with people's hair, just random mindless touching throughout the day.

Remus is more verbally affecionate.

He will constantly gives compliments—"i love your dress," "your hair looks great today," etc.

Unless he really likes someone.

Then he just

Stop talking.

Okay, back to Sirius.

Sirius seems like the 'heartless bad boy,' but he's a real softie when it comes to his friends.

He is constantly showing them affection.

Ruffling James' hair (much to James' chagrin).

Flinging himself dramatically over Remus' lap in the common room.

Putting his arms around his friends while they're walking down the corridors.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), he flirts much the same way.

Nobody would ever know this, of course, because he doesn't actually first with anyone.

Except for Remus.

"But what about all those girls who fall at his feet?"

He's naturally charming, okay? Give him a break.

Anyway, his flirting felt a lot like his friendship.

Sirius figured out he was gay at the end of third year or beginning of fourth, and realized he liked Remus a little later.

But you would never know it.

Sirius was constantly flirting with Remus.

But nobody knew.

Remus realized he liked Sirius a little later, maybe middle to end of fourth year.

Sirius gets really anxious when Remus stops talking to him.

"What did I do?"

"Is he okay?"

"Does he hate me?"

"Why?"

Pining, blah blah blah. Minor angst, blah blah blah.

They get together—yay!

They decide they don't want to tell anyone just yet, not even their closest friends.

And nobody can tell.

They're openly flirting.

Nobody knows.

Sirius will literally walk into the common room and sit in Remus' lap and start playing with his hair, and James will just be like

"Oh, hey Padfoot."

Remus will be showering Sirius with compliments about how pretty his eyes are, how soft his hair is, and Peter just goes

"Oh yeah, Sirius, you have to tell me what shampoo you use."

(It's Fleamont's Sleakeazy Potions—the one James refuses to use, even though Fleamont readily gave both James and Sirius a lifetime supply).

They will literally walk down the halls holding hands

Regulus will give Sirius a knowing smile

(He knows. Obviously).

Lily will give the same smile to Remus.

James and Peter will just think

"Oh that's just something we do know, I guess?"

Remus decides they need to tell them, it's getting painful to watch.

Sirius disagrees, and, because he's Sirius, wonders how long they can keep going before anyone notices.

Okay, so they're not telling anyone just yet.

But they're not holding back, either.

One night, Sirius decides to go to bed, so he gets up and kisses Remus on the forehead.

"Mate, you're gonna kiss Moons but not me? When did he become your best friend?" James whines.

Sirius and Remus look at each other and snicker.

Sirius just tousles James' hair.

"Alright, fine. But I will get a kiss from you before the week is out!"

"Alright, Prongs, whatever you say."

Remus goes red, from embarrassment and from trying to hold his laughter in.

At breakfast, Sirius and James probably do something stupid.

Remus tells Sirius, "you're lucky you're so damn adorable, or I might actually be mad."

James takes offense.

"What, I'm not cute enough for you?"

Remus is admitted to the hospital wing after a particularly bad moon.

Madam Pomfrey lets them stay, mostly because the combined forces of Sirius' desperation and James' annoyingness is enough to make her fear for her life.

Anyway.

Sirius steps out for a minute, because Remus is asleep anyway.

And while he's gone, Remus asks after him.

"S'r'us?"

He's still half asleep, and doesn't know Sirius left.

"S'r'us? Can you..." he trails off, but moves over to the far side of the bed.

Well. Sirius isn't there.

But James is.

He gets the message, and climbs into bed beside Remus.

They've never done this before, but hey, what a sleepy, injured, post-moon Remus wants, he gets.

So James wraps an arm around Remus and pulls him close.

(Honestly, get you a friend like James).

So then Sirius comes back.

And sees his best friend cuddling with his boyfriend.

He clears his throat.

"James, what the fuck?" he asks calmly.

"Oh, he asked for you, but you weren't here. I guess he wanted cuddles or something, so I figured I'd fill in for you. So here we are."

"James," Sirius deadpanned. "That's my boyfriend you're cuddling with."

James sat up so quickly Sirius was honestly impressed Remus didn't wake up.

"Boyfriend?!?"

"Boyfriend," Sirius confirms.

"How long??"

"Few months now."

"Wha– but I– you– what?!?!?!"

It's safe to say James is in shock.

"Why didn't you tell me??" he finally asks.

"Are you honestly blind?" Sirius asks.

"Have you not seen us flirting? Cuddling? Eye-fucking across the room?"

"I thought that was just something you did!!"

James is still in shock.

And totally oblivious.

"It is something we do. Because we're dating. We wake up in the same bed every morning."

"AS BROS DO."

James eventually calms down. Their argument conversation has now woken Remus up.

"James, what are you doing in my bed?"

"We've been over this already," Sirius said.

"By the way, he knows now."

"Oh good. How's he taking it?"

"Not sure," Sirius says. "James?"

"Huh? I mean... yeah. I'm happy for you, obviously. And it's fine that you're gay, or whatever. I don't care about that. But what the fuck??"

Alright then. That's how he's taking it.

James never did get that kiss.

#aech's textposts #aech’s headcanons #wolfstar #wolfstar headcanons #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius x remus #marauders era

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15-dogs · 3 years

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can you write about sirus (you’re dating) and you get the death mark even thougjt you didn’t want to (a draco-like situation) and she pulls away from everyone because shes scared and sirius finds out and helps her

fixing a hole |s.b.|

pairing: young!sirius black x fem!reader

summary: you realize that things for sirius black don’t always work out the same for you

warnings: food mention, implied depression, isolation (if there’s anything you want me to add don’t hesitate to message me!)

guide: (Y/N) = your name, (Y/L/N) = your last name, (Y/N/N) = your nickname, italics = flashback

word count: 2.6K

a/n: I wanted to give a little context so I started a little earlier than you and him dating I hope that’s ok!! this is a little like fluff to angst to hurt/comfort ish?? it does have some topics that could be difficult so be mindful of the warnings and I hope you like it!!

Everyone in your family talked about Sirius and Regulus Black. It was a well known fact that Sirius had run away from the family to live with those blood traitor Potters, deserting his position as a soldier to the Dark Lord. Sirius’s name was a dirty word in your family, like poison that dripped from the tongues of your predecessors.

Regulus was a godsend. Your parents would constantly talk about him. They had even mentioned you marrying into his family a few times. The command would send shivers down your spine and you weren’t sure why. This is what you wanted, this is what you’ve always wanted.

Then why couldn’t you stop thinking about Sirius Black?

You’d get distracted during classes just staring at his simple elegance. He had these strong hands that you would study as he wrote an essay in class, wondering if they were soft or rough, if they were firm or gentle, if they would fit perfectly in yours. Your eyes would glaze over as you would divulge into your imagination, imagining his arms wrapping around you and pulling you tight against him.

“Control your perverted fantasies, (Y/L/N),” Severus scolded. His eyes never once left his paper as he continued to reprimand your behavior. “Don’t deny the fact that you were staring at Black. Learn to manage those feelings.”

You scowled at the boy who you had once considered a close friend. He had no right to talk to you the way he did, seeing as he was the one who was in love with Lily Evans. He was simply bitter. Bitter at Evans, and Potter, and Black. Bitter at the lot of them just because he made bad decisions.

The more you thought about his actions, the more you feared you were to become him. But that wasn’t it. Not really, anyway. You were more concerned that everyone thought that you were like him. And by everyone, you really meant Sirius Black.

You chanced a look at the raven haired boy, until to find him staring back at you. Your heart froze over as his gray eyes were trained on your body. But then a fleet of butterflies occupied your stomach as he gave you a kind and genuine smile, waving gently at you. Potter knocked his hand down a moment later, whispering something to his friend. You took the small opportunity to stray your eyes from the boy that you undoubtedly fancied, hoping your cheeks weren’t as red as they felt.

In Divination later that day, you and Sirius were partnered up to read each other’s palms. Your hands were sweating, you were sure of it. You debated the consequences of wiping your hands off on your robes but decided against it, fearing it would lead to a risky line of questioning from the boy across from you.

“I have to be entirely honest with you, (Y/N),” Sirius began. Your heart sped in your chest as you stared at him with wide eyes. “I haven’t been doing the notes. What exactly is...palmistry?”

You cleared your throat awkwardly and shifted in your seat to avoid his piercing gaze. “Palm reading.”

A wicked grin crept onto his face. “And I get to read your palm?”

“Yes.”

“Finally, an opportunity to hold your hand.”

Your heart leapt into your throat. Sirius could see it, too. He could see how flustered his comment made you. But the longer you thought about it, the more you recalled how he always acted like that towards you.

Before Sirius left his family, you used to spend time with him. Not in a friendly way, but in a we’re-the-same-age-at-this-dinner-party-that-our-parents-made-us-go-to kind of way. He would always make gentle comments like that one. Nothing too crude, just enough to make your stomach turn. Although, the idea of him being crude to you thrilled you a little, but you’d never admit it to him.

“Hand, princess.” Sirius outstretched a hand to you, yanking yours by the wrist into his field of vision.

You always blushed when he called you princess. You were an only child, and most pureblood families lived in a sea of boys so Sirius knew you as one of the very few pureblood girls (that he wasn’t related to) he used to spend time with. He’d call you princess because that’s what you were: a pureblood princess.

You rolled your eyes at his gruffness, pretending that you were affected by it. Sirius flipped open the textbook and spotted a diagram of a hand, glancing between that and your palm in front of him.

“This looks like your...head line.” He traced a finger across your palm which had you shivering; his hands were most definitely rough.

“And?”

His eyes snapped up to yours. “And what?”

“What does it say, Black?” Your tone was borderline irritated but you knew you couldn’t be mad at Sirius. Not when he looked at you like a wounded puppy.

“What do you mean what does it say? Aren’t we supposed to be identifying the parts of the palm?”

You stifled a laugh and playfully kicked the boy in the shins. “No, you idiot, read my palm!”

“Alright, alright, okay!”

You furrowed your brow slightly, a smile still on your face; you were positive that Sirius Black was blushing. It was a good look on him.

“Your head line” —he looked up at you for confirmation, to which you nodded— “says you can’t get me out of your head.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “It does not-”

He silenced you with another stroke across your palm. “Your life line says you want to spend the rest of your life with me— how romantic.”

“That’s just cheesy-”

“Your heart line says you desperately, desperately want me.”

“Impossible-”

“And your fate line says that we’re destined to go on a date to Hogsmeade this weekend.”

You blinked in shock. Your eyes darted around the room, expecting to hear someone gossiping about what Sirius had been saying. But you were simply being paranoid, and you knew it, too.

You leaned in slightly towards him, faltering as his musky cologne hit your senses. “Is that a joke? If it is, it isn’t very funny.”

You tried to lean away when he didn’t respond, feeling shame boil up in your stomach when he utilized the grip on your wrist, yanking you towards him so his breath was hot on your ear.

“No, princess,” he growled lowly in your ear, a devilish smirk on his lips, “I’m serious.”

—

From that point forward, Sirius and you were inseparable. Well, to an extent. Your relationship was a secret, the only people having known were James, Remus, and Peter at Sirius’s request. He understood the importance of hiding your relationship, seeing how he was the trademark blood traitor and all. So that was that, no one could know that you were falling in love with Sirius Black.

One of the very few places you convened for dates— or even just to spend some time together— was the illusive Room of Requirement. It opened for you one day as you wandered the halls, head cloudy with decisions that needed to be made about yours and Sirius’s relationship. Ultimately, it convinced you that you and Sirius could work together as a hidden couple, so you decided to continue things with the boy that you had admittedly grown quite fond of.

The door appeared and the room was slightly different this time, that of which had you on edge because you knew that you had come to talk to Sirius about a certain decision that he had made. So that’s exactly where you were, the room that fostered it all, cuddling up against your boyfriend’s chest as he recounted the memories of leaving his home.

Sirius’s hand ran its course up and down the side of your arm as he talked about showing up at the Potter’s familial home. “I was scared, of course, that they wouldn’t take me in. But they did, and I should’ve known that they would-”

What you said next was purely accidental. You didn’t mean to tell him in this hurried way, but you did. It was like the hours of listening could only fit in your head if you let one piece of information go; an eye for an eye. That was the sentiment that propelled you to say, “I’m thinking of moving out.”

Sirius’ movements stopped instantly. He craned his neck to meet your watery eyes, almost to check if what you said was sincere. He knew how much you hated your family, and how that hatred had bloomed and blossomed throughout the years but never did he expect you to say such definitive words.

“Do you know what you’re saying?” he asked carefully like his words would shatter you, if not drive the chisel further through your cracks.

“I do.” You sat up out of his grasp, leaning against the armrest on the couch which you two sat upon. “You did it, and I want out. I’m going to do it, too.”

He reached up to cup your cheeks, directing your line of sight to align with his. “Love, what’s going on?” You noticed his eyes flicker towards your wrist, sending your stomach tumbling. “Did they…?”

You jerked away from him. “They want to, so I want out.”

Sirius took a few sobering breaths before settling back onto the other end of the couch. He ran his hands over the worn fabric as he studied you like it was the last time he’d be able to see you. He ran a hand over his face as he sighed, “How can I help?”

—

Things did not go according to plan. You and Sirius had figured that you would escape in the middle of the night during winter break and meet him at the Potter’s home. But things went sour quickly.

You rarely showed strong emotions, feeling that you could keep them intact. But right then, you couldn’t. All the fear and anger had sat inside you for too long and you couldn’t help but cry and rage and scream and sob in the comforts of the Room of Requirement.

“I’m asking you to be quiet, Ebbol!”

“Master Veritas! Master Treagar! I fear that Master (Y/N) is attempting to escape! Masters? Masters!”

You felt that you were flush out of tears, but that emptiness still sat inside you. As you sat on the couch, your eyes unfocusing as your mind narrowed in on that hole. The emptiness hurt. You wanted it gone, or at least wanted something to fill it. Even a temporary fix would do. Just something to stop the pain.

“No, no! Please, mother, please! I swear, I wasn’t…”

You stood up a moment later, clenching your eyes shut as if that would hide the horrors that replayed relentlessly in your head. You wiped your tears away, taking out your wand to place a glamour charm that would hide your puffy eyes and pale lips.

You snuck out and walked to your first class, skipping breakfast because you truly didn’t think that you could stomach it. Your eyes could only focus on what was ahead of you, which is why you didn’t see Sirius jogging up beside you.

“Hey...hey! (Y/N/N), are you okay?”

His words were dull in your ears. You blinked slightly before shrugging out of his grasp on your arm, walking into the classroom ahead.

“You didn’t show up,” Sirius continued as he followed you in. “Are you okay?”

You felt sick bubbling up in your throat and you couldn’t continue talking to him any longer. Every second that you did, you were reminded of who you were: a pureblood princess.

“Go away,” you sneered shakily.

Sirius knew better than to argue with you so he shuffled back to his seat, stealing hurt glances at you every few seconds. Not that you could notice with that ache on your wrist. That was too powerful to focus on anything else.

—

You spent most of your time in the Room of Requirement. It became a second home to you if it wasn’t before. You knew that you couldn’t go back to your common room, knowing that all the eyes on you would make you feel sicker than you had before.

Your emptiness had swallowed you whole. You would stare, you would sleep, you would wake. Nightmares had taken a toll on that cycle, removing the sleeping portion. For a while you had debated brewing your own sleeping draught but you soon realized you couldn’t, barely having enough energy to get out of bed and attend classes each day. Some days, you skipped classes all together.

Sirius noticed your gaunt face and sunken eyes. He had seen you pull away and seal yourself off from everyone— especially him. He wasn’t really sure what your relationship was anymore, but it didn’t matter. He cared about you. Deeply, at that. Lover or friend.

You didn’t turn around as you heard the groaning of the old stones moving to welcome the familiar door. The door opened slowly and quiet footsteps padded in. The couch sunk slightly beside you, and it was only then that you looked up. Sirius jumped at the sight of your face without all the protective beauty charms covering it.

“Merlin, (Y/N), you look ill. When was the last time you ate something?”

You slowly turned away from him. “I...I don’t remember.” You didn’t have the energy to be mad at him, or feel anything towards him, for that matter.

“I brought some chocolate,” he explained as she rifled through the pockets of his leather jacket. “It’s from Moony’s stash. He let me take some for you.”

You absentmindedly took the chocolate, peeling away at the wrapper and biting down gently. As you chewed on the chocolate, Sirius patiently waited for you to speak up. You knew why he was there. You had dreamt about it going quite badly, but you had dreamt about it, nonetheless. You had to tell him. You had no choice.

So, without speaking, you set the chocolate bar down and raised your sleeve to reveal the Dark Mark on your left forearm. He jumped up from the couch, running his hands through his hair.

“I knew it, I knew it,” he mumbled to himself. “Those sick bastards.”

“I can’t get it off, Sirius. I tried charms to hide it, even muggle makeup. Nothing works.” Your voice turned shaky as you looked up at Sirius.

His pacing stopped and he sank down to your level, cupping your jaw. “How did they do it?”

“My house-elf caught me on the way out. He called my parents in and they just...mother said they couldn’t wait any longer...that I was to be a blood traitor if I didn’t get it.”

Sirius mentally scolded himself for allowing you to do such a reckless thing without backup. He helped you plan your escape, and now he was responsible for your downfall. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes but he fought them back as he looked at you.

“I can’t go back,” you whispered.

“You’re not going to,” he said decisively.

“I can’t just leave, you know that didn’t work last time.”

He took a careful breath to calm his nerves as his hands trailed down from your face to your hands. “When someone I love gets hurt, I get involved.”

You jumped into his arms. As he tugged you closer to his chest, you felt that emptiness slowly start to fill up with...something. It was a warmth you had never felt. A warmth that made you tear up. Sirius started to tear up as well as he ran his hands over you like he hadn’t seen in you in years. Maybe he felt that emptiness, too. And maybe you filled that emptiness, too. And maybe, just maybe, you filled that emptiness with love as he did for you.

#cw food mention #tw food mention #cw implied depression #tw implied depression #cw isolation #tw isolation #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black headcanon #sirius black imagine #young sirius black #young sirius imagine #young sirius x reader #young!sirius black #fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction

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Guarding the Gates, Chapter 10: A Question of Legacy

Cover art by the amazing @the-dream-team!

“I’m surprised you came.” Regulus says as he turns back to observe the ducks.

“I am too.” Sirius replies. “Though, if you could get on with it, I do have things to do today.” Sirius hates how easily his voice slips back into the cadence his family had beaten into him growing up but sounding like a detached aristocrat was usually the best course of action for conversations like these.

Regulus hums lightly. “Carrying out Dumbledore’s bidding, I presume?”

Sirius rolls his eyes in exasperation. “What is it you called me here for? It isn’t to kill me because we both know you don’t have the stomach for that. Did your master want to send a message, then?”

Regulus gives an incredulous laugh as he turns to face his brother fully. “You think you’re important enough to receive a message from the Dark Lord?”

“Surely, I’ve taken down enough of his followers to have caught his attention by now.” Sirius makes a show of idly scanning the crossword.

“Enough for him to wonder why you’re turning your back on the people of our birth and the legacy of our house, perhaps.” Regulus brushes an invisible piece of lint from his sleeve. “But no, I’m here on my own accord.”

“And the purpose is?”

“My purpose is to discover why you always insist on playing for the losing side.” Regulus says. It surprises Sirius to realize how well he still knows his brother. He recognized the slight hitch in his voice. Others may have thought Regulus was taunting him, but it isn’t a taunt in his voice. It’s concern.

“Don’t tell me you’re worried about me? Mother and father will be apoplectic when they find out.”

“Yes, because you have shunned everything they wanted for you!” Regulus grips the back of the bench tightly before dropping his head in frustration.

“What they wanted for me? Pureblood fanaticism, inbreeding, and a penchant for dark magic? I’ll pass on that if you don’t mind.” Sirius tucks his newspaper into his jacket pocket and begins to stand. “Well, if that’s all—”

“Legacy, Sirius.” Regulus cuts in through bared teeth. “Does that mean nothing to you?”

“What in our legacy do we have to be proud of, Regulus?” Sirius barks out. “The only things worth mentioning are things our parents despise. I only learned those things because they despised them.”

“Our parents wanted so much for you.” Regulus shakes his head in exasperation. “The named you after the brightest star in the night sky—”

“Here we go again with this bollocks—”

“They placed their hopes for our family’s legacy on you. And you have treated it with scorn since the very beginning.” Regulus says. “And spending all of your time with Potter has only made it worse.”

“I treated it with scorn because that’s what any decent person would have done, Regulus. I’d tell you to try it sometime, but you love taking up the mantle I left behind, don’t you?” Sirius says it sarcastically, but something clicks in his mind as soon as the words leave his mouth. He whips his head back to Regulus. “You don’t.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Regulus says dismissively, but Sirius knows better.

“Mummy and Daddy’s expectations are weighing on you more than you’d care to admit.” Sirius says as he walks closer to his brother. “Their hopes and dreams suddenly feel like burdens to you, too, don’t they?”

Regulus doesn’t answer. He just stares across the park as a means of avoiding eye contact with Sirius. Sirius takes a deep breath and takes another step closer.

“You don’t have to fight for him just because they tell you to.” he says.

“What, you want me to come to the losing side? You want me to believe that your friends will welcome a Death Eater into the ranks?” Regulus shakes his head and laughs in disbelief.

“Who said we’re losing?”

“The people that keep deciding the terms of the fighting.”

The two brothers stared at each other defiantly, though neither of them knew quite why. It was a posture they had adopted once Sirius had moved out at 16, one that made little sense then and made even less now.

“It seems as if we disagree on who is losing.” Sirius says before giving Regulus a questioning glance. “Is that the only reason you joined them, then? Self-preservation and our parents’ expectations?”

“I couldn’t care less about power, Sirius.” Regulus waves a hand dismissively at the thought. “What else is there besides self-preservation and our family’s legacy?”

“Deciding to do the right thing.”

“The concepts of right and wrong always were so black and white with you. Until the day you found yourself in the grey area.”

Sirius clenches his fist and just barely refrains from punching Regulus, though he desperately wants to. “We have a chance to make sure our family’s legacy includes being on the right side of this.” He says through gritted teeth before sighing and running a hand roughly over his mouth. “Look, Reg, come with me to Dumbledore. He can keep you protected, and you can see what life is like when you aren’t being forced into things you know are bollocks. You don’t have to keep doing our parents’ bidding.”

“You’re willing to die behind this…this folly?” Regulus asks quietly.

“Yes.” Sirius says simply. For a moment, he thinks he may have won Regulus over. But then he sees his brother’s eyes glaze over into the aloof unbotheredness that was the Black family’s emotional default—when they weren’t deranged and sadistic like Bellatrix or Walburga.

They stand there for a while in silence before Regulus takes a step backward.

“Be careful, Brother.” Regulus says. Sirius shakes his head and begins to stalk away when Regulus calls out to him. “I’m surprised you haven’t changed your last name to ‘Potter’ considering how much you’ve taken to acting like them.”

Sirius stops to turn to Regulus once more and laughs in spite of himself. “And miss out on the opportunity to piss off Mother and Father by dragging the family name through the mud? Never.”

The War was becoming more tense by the day. There were more Death Eater attacks of muggle villages, more disappearances, more suspicions of Ministry officials being under the Imperius Curse. The Order of the Phoenix was often tired, and there had been several close calls, but their resolve remained.

Despite the dark cloud hovering over the wizarding world, or maybe because of it, many young couples were cutting their engagements short, choosing to get married quickly because they saw every day just how short life could be. People the Marauders, Lily, Dorcas, Marlene, and Mary knew from school joined in the fray. Henry MacMillan and Aurora Gade married just two months after getting engaged. Penelope Parkin and Ian Abbot married after just two months of dating. So it wasn’t much of a surprise when Alice and Frank announced after an Order meeting that they would be doing the same. They’d held hands while making the announcement, exchanging looks that were equal parts adoring, frightened, and resolved. It was new for many of the Order to see them like that. It was no secret that the two had been dating, and in the rare instances when they all gathered to let down their collective hair, the couple looked as smitten and loving any other young couple looked. But in Order meetings, they were fighters, Aurors on a secret mission flying below the Ministry’s radar. To see them this way was a rare glimpse of their private selves, the ones they reserved only for each other.

When Dorcas made a statement about it being swoon-worthy a little too casually, Lily knew her friend was refraining from letting her eyes drift over to Remus Lupin. Lily couldn’t really say for sure, though, because she had been too busy trying not to let hers drift over to the man standing next to him. Lily was happy for Frank and Alice, and she loved that they had found love in each other in ways that worked for them. A part of her wishes she felt that it was something she could have for herself, but how could she risk that now? As a muggle-born? As a member of a resistance group operating outside the confines of the law? As someone who had seen how love can be used to break people in ways that still haunt her nightmares?

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moonlightserenadeeznutz · 3 years

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Okay, hear me out. A marauders fic of Sirius being genderfluid, Remus being a trangender man, James and/or Jily being bisexual, Peter aro/ace (if you include him) and Regulus being gender.

Absolutely! Especially since I have these headcanons anyway, so I loved writing this. Thanks for the prompt <3

~ “Remus? How did you know you were trans?” Asked Sirius one day, entirely out of the blue, causing Remus to pause for a second before answering. “Why do you want to know?”

“I’m just curious, that’s all.” Remus thought for a second.

“I just did. There wasn’t a time when I didn’t know. It’s not that I only liked boy clothes and stuff, I just knew that I was a boy.” Sirius was quiet.

“So you never felt like a girl, ever?”

“Nope.” Sirius was quiet, thinking. Remus picked up on it, as he always did

“Everything okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, yeah everything’s fine.” ~ Sirius would spend ages in front of the mirror, but not for the reason that everyone teased him about. He wasn’t grooming himself, or checking out his hair, he was... pondering. Some days he had no qualms about how he looked, he’d glance once at his flat chest and stubble and wouldn’t think twice. But other days it made him stop. Other days he shaved, and would let his hair down which he usually wore in a bun or ponytail.

One day he wore a skirt. He’d borrowed it from Marlene- without her knowing- and had put it on in front of the mirror. It looked good on him. He liked how it looked.

He dabbled in makeup sometimes. Just some eyeliner at first, and some nail varnish. Things he could get away with. Things that just enhanced his rebellious persona. But secretly he tried on lipstick, and blush and mascara. And along with the skirt and his long hair, it made him feel fantastic.

But other days it didn’t. Other days he didn’t want to put it on, and he was happy with his jeans and leather jacket.

And then there were some days when he liked it all. Nail varnish and a skirt with his hair tied up and stubble on his chin. He was honestly so confused.

She was honestly so confused. When she first tried out female pronouns, her heart sank in her chest. She liked them. They fit. They really fit. And oh god, what did that mean?

But then some days they didn’t fit. Some days he hated them, and he couldn’t even imagine using them. And he felt relieved, because he must have been wrong.

And then the next day, she wasn’t wrong.

Remus was trans. He’d been born a girl but felt like a boy. He’d gone from female pronouns to male pronouns. He’d gone from looking like a girl to being a boy.

Was that what Sirius was going through? But with Remus, it was consistent. He was always a boy, he always felt like a boy, and he never had any desire to look, act or be a girl.With Sirius, there were no set rules. He was a boy, then she was a girl, then she was both? Neither?

‘Seriously, brain, what the fuck?’ He had to tell Remus. Remus would understand. Remus could help.

“So... you remember when I asked how you knew you were trans?” Sirius asked a few days later. They were alone in the common room. James was out at Quidditch practice and Peter was somewhere in the Great Hall. Sirius and Remus had the sofa in front of the fireplace to themselves.

“Yeah?” “Well... I don’t know really know how to say this but... I might be too?” Remus stared wide eyed at him.

“Really? You think you’re a girl? Do you want me to use female pronouns?” “Hold on, calm down,” Sirius laughed, though he understood why Remus was jumping the gun a bit. Remus knew how important pronouns were to someone like him. He didn’t want to use the wrong ones for any length of time. “Look, the thing is. I don’t actually know. Because some days I feel like a girl, and some days I don’t. So I have no idea what I want. I just wanted to tell you.”

“Okay. Well, I really appreciate you telling me. And if you need me to change pronouns let me know.” “Thank you.”

“Do you have another name?” Sirius shook his head. The only thing that had never given him dysphoria was his name. He liked his name. He didn’t want to change it. A few weeks passed. Not much changed, but Sirius was glad that at least one of her friends knew what she going through, and that she could just talk to Remus about something relating to her random, unpredictable bursts of dysphoria and Remus would listen and understand, and try to help. She could go up to Remus and say “I’m a girl today,” and Remus would reply with “okay, ma’am” without hesitation. It was nice. Though it didn’t feel like enough. She still couldn’t wear everything she wanted, and on the day she felt like a girl her other friends would still see her as a boy.

She hoped James and Peter would accept her for being... whatever she was.

~ What Sirius didn’t realise was that Regulus was going through something very similar.

Regulus had never thought about gender before. In fact he hadn’t thought much about who he was at all. It wasn’t in his nature to question anything, a side-effect from growing up in a household with such set rules about how to think and act that there was really no room to explore.

But when he was around fifteen, he began to finally question things. And it all started because of a Gryffindor named James Potter.

Regulus had always been fascinated by James Potter, ever since he caught site of him from the Slytherin table in first year. All Regulus knew about James was that he was Sirius’s best friend, a friend that his parents mostly approved of since James was part of the Sacred Twenty Eight. But what Regulus didn’t know was that James was handsome and funny and talented and cool. He didn’t know that James had black messy hair that fell all over his face when it rained. He didn’t know that James could score three goals in a row during a Quidditch match. He didn’t know that James’s laugh was so contagious that even Regulus- who unlike his brother had mastered the familial trait of keeping a stiff upper lip- couldn’t help but crack a smile when he heard the boy laughing with his friends. But now he did, and his feelings were hard to ignore.

Regulus didn’t know if his feeling towards James were normal. He didn’t know what was normal. What did people feel like? His parents were cold and distant, so they were no example. But they were the only example he had.

But he knew that how he felt about James was more than what he felt about girls. And it terrified him. He was the heir to the Black name, the prodigal son. And in Walburga’s eyes, the only son.

But he didn’t like that label. He didn’t know why. It was the son part. It felt wrong to him. Ever since he’d started thinking about James in a way that scared him, he’d started thinking more about his status within his family, and what it meant.

It meant that he was to grow up and be the man of the house, to carry on the bloodline as the male heir.

Man, male, son.

It didn’t feel right. And the feeling grew and grew until he couldn’t ignore it anymore. He’d hear someone refer to him as a “he” and he overthought it until he realised that he hated how it sounded.

“She” didn’t sound much better, though it took Regulus a while to even accept the idea of trying out female pronouns. He did it once, just out of curiosity, and was relieved to find that they did nothing for him. So what was he feeling? Did other people feel like this? Surely not, but if he didn’t like being a boy or a girl then what the fuck was he supposed to do? What did that make him? What pronouns was he supposed to use that didn’t make him wince?Them? They?... oh.

Regulus. Their name was Regulus. They were in Slytherin.

That actually sounded... okay. They liked that. It suited them. They weren’t a boy or a girl. They were... Regulus. They were a person.

They were a person, who happened to really like James Potter.

~ Regulus’s feelings weren’t one-sided. James had noticed Regulus as well. He’d hid it as best he could, but there were times when he couldn’t help but stare. He noticed how good Regulus looked in green. How low and smooth Regulus’s voice was. How quiet Regulus was, and how much James wanted to talk to them.

But then there was Lily. Her beautiful red hair, those green eyes that flashed every time she spoke to him and the Scottish accent that made James melt every time she opened her mouth.

He was conflicted, to say the least. But his feelings for Lily were unreciprocated, so he allowed himself to ponder the possibility of what it would be like to date Regulus.

Would Sirius hate him? That was his main worry. He wasn’t worried about what his friends would think of him if he told them he was bi, because he knew he wasn’t the only one in his friend group. Sirius and Remus made that blatantly obvious. But if he was dating Sirius’s little brother? That was a different story.

But then, in seventh year, a miracle happened. James found himself dating Lily. The girl he’d liked since second year finally liked him back. He couldn’t believe it.

“If I’m being honest, I genuinely thought you liked Regulus.” She said one day. The topic of her changing her mind about him had somehow cropped up, and she’d stated this as a passing thought, but it made James stop dead. “Wait... you noticed?” Lily looked at him.

“You do like Regulus?!” James hesitated. “I suppose I did, yes. But I liked you too. So it was confusing.” And he hadn’t expected Lily to be the first person he came out to as bisexual.

~ Peter was suddenly surrounded by couples. Sirius and Remus, James and Lily. It’s not the couples themselves that bothered him, nor was he jealous. He quickly realised that he wasn’t jealous because he realised that he didn’t care about what they had. He was happy for them, yes. But he had no desire to partake in what they were doing.

It’s not that Peter had never been in a relationship before, because he had. Once. With a girl named Olivia. Olivia Blake from the Hufflepuff house. She was sweet, if a little scatty, and they enjoyed spending time in the greenhouses together. But Peter really only saw her as a friend, though he hadn’t yet worked out that that was how he felt. He thought that was how romance worked. If you liked spending time with someone and you got along well, then you might as well date them.

But he soon realised that that didn’t make much sense. Because then everyone would be dating everyone they’d ever interacted with if the interaction had gone well.So he thought perhaps he just needed to kiss her and then he’d start feeling a romantic attraction towards her.

But it didn’t happen like that. When he kissed her it felt like kissing a brick wall. It was just... nothing. He didn’t feel anything. And the thought of going any further than kissing was just... nothing. He really had no desire for anything romantic or sexual with Olivia.

Maybe it was just Olivia. Maybe it was girls. Maybe he was gay, like Sirius.

But no, the more he thought about it, the more he realised that he just wasn’t interested. And he never had been. He thought back through his teenage years, the years when all teenage boys were apparently at their horniest. But he hadn’t been at all. He hadn’t thought about sex. Well, he had. But mainly out of curiosity, rather than something that he was eager to try. Every time he thought about it and had been turned off by the thought, he just told himself that he was too young. ‘You’ll like it when you’re older’ he said every time.

Well he was older now, and he didn’t like it.

So what did that mean? Was he broken? Why didn’t he like something that everyone else did?

He tried, he really did. He dated Olivia for a year, desperately trying to feel something more than just platonic feelings towards her. And then he’d dated another girl when Olivia eventually broke up with him, but that relationship lasted such a short time that he didn’t even count it as a relationship. Again, he’d felt nothing.

And it really started to scare him. Surely there was something wrong with him.

But it was when he was looking around at all the different couples that he realised something: he wasn’t unhappy. The couples looked happy together, yes, but he was just as happy on his own. He didn’t feel like he was missing out, or that he should be sad that everyone was in a relationship when he wasn’t. He was perfectly content. Being in a romantic or sexual relationship would make him unhappy. So then, there couldn’t be something wrong with him. Because then he’d be affected by it, he’d be sad. But he wasn’t.

He was happy.

~ “Could you use female pronouns for me on the days I feel like a girl?” Asked Sirius. It had been a few months now since he’d told Remus how he felt, and he’d finally been ready to tell the others. James, Peter, Lily, Marlene, Dorcas. All of them. It was time they knew. “Of course! You’ll have to make sure you tell us though, so we don’t make a mistake,” said Lily, a sentiment which the entire group seemed to share. Sirius’s coming out had been successful, as he knew it would be. In fact, no one had been that surprised. And now he was finally able to be who he was. He even wore skirts sometimes, and it didn’t matter if anyone said something shitty about it, because they weren’t his friends, so they didn’t matter. They could say whatever the fuck they wanted. Sirius didn’t care, and neither did Remus, or James, or Peter or Lily or Marlene or Dorcas or...

He didn’t know how Regulus would react. In fact, he didn’t even tell him, not wanting to know the response. He just let Regulus find out for himself. And find out Regulus did. They came up to her a few days later and wanted to know why people were saying that Sirius was a girl now.

“I’m not a girl,” Sirius replied calmly. “Well... I am today. But sometimes I’m not.” “That doesn’t make sense.”

“I think it does. Sometimes I feel like a girl, and sometimes I feel like a boy. And sometimes I feel like nothing.” Regulus’s confused look dropped slightly, and they seemed shy all of a sudden. “Nothing?”

“Yeah.” “What do you mean by nothing?” Sirius thought for a second.“Well... I mean nothing. I can’t explain it. I suppose some days I’m just a boy and a girl and it feels like nothing.” “Oh.” Sirius looked at him curiously. Regulus had on an expression that Sirius wasn’t used to.

“Why?” She asked, rather gently. Regulus fiddled with their sleeves before answering.

“I feel like nothing too.” “You... do?” Sirius was shocked. Regulus felt like her? The golden boy? The favourite son? The only son? Was like her?

“Yeah. But all the time. And not because I feel like both a boy or a girl. I feel like neither. I don’t know what it means.” “Oh. Well... it’s okay to feel like that.” She wasn’t sure exactly what to say. The two hardly spoke much, and a serious and personal conversation such as this... Sirius was out of her depth.

“You think?” “Of course. How, uh... how do you want to be referred as?”

“Well, I don’t like male pronouns, or female ones. So I worked out that the gender neutral ones were they and them. So, maybe like that?” “They? So like, ‘Regulus is doing their homework, aren’t they’?” Regulus nodded.

“Yeah, like that. Exactly like that.” Sirius smiled. “Okay.” Regulus smiled back. It had been a while since the two had shared a smile.

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writesowhatnext · 4 years

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say you were made to be mine // sirius black

Summary: With the reader’s world turned upside down, what next? Do you follow your heart or your soul?

Request: part 2 of what if we rewrite the stars?

A/N: I wasn’t sure where to go with this (I decided on a hang the dj vibe) but I’m very grateful for people wanting a part 2 :)

Reader: unspecified

Warnings: none I think? I mean kinda sad

part 1 // part 2

“Lil, I don’t know what to do,” you said, rubbing your eyes with your fingers. “Transfiguration is bloody difficult.”

You were sat on the floor of Lily’s room while she lay across her bed, barely paying attention to her parchment in front of her. You were both fawning over your Transfiguration revision, trying not to dwell on NEWTs. She looked at you out the corner of her eye before frowning as her lip twitched unhappily. You knew what she wanted to talk about but that was a kettle of fish you were not willing to open; not with her, not today.

“Y/N,” she began, her tone of voice making you sigh. “You can’t just ignore-“

“I don’t want to talk about this, Lil.”

“You have to do something; talk to someone.”

“It’s none of your business, Lil.”

“What about Sirius? Don’t you care about him at all?”

“Lily,” you insisted, your tone much darker than it had been. She was pushing it too far.

“You can’t just not do anything.”

“I’ll revise somewhere else,” you huffed, grabbing your parchment and leaving before she could say anything else and before you could say something you regretted like how Regulus was your soulmate or how you hadn’t slept more than a couple of hours a night the past few weeks thinking about Sirius. Tears filled your eyes, but you blinked them away; it felt like you’d cried enough in the last month to fill the Pacific twiceover. No more tears, you’d promised yourself. Another promise that couldn’t be kept.

It had been four weeks after Sirius’ birthday, and three days after your spat with Lily, and you’d finally made a decision. Regrettably, Lily was right, you couldn’t just do nothing. And so you decided that it was high time to tell Regulus. You knew he would be at quidditch practice and you were determined to face him. The whole walk there, you’d been rehearsing in your head trying to figure out the words you would say.

“Hi, Regulus. You know me, I’m dating your brother; well I was until I found out you’re my soulmate. The fun thing is I might not be yours! Because soulmates hurt like that.”

Perhaps that wasn’t the best option.

You considered just showing him; he was a pure-blood afterall, he knew what soulmates were. Was that fair? Was any of this fair? You were so caught up in your thoughts you barely recognised the quidditch pitch, almost tripping where the stone floor met the grass.

Looking over at the field, it was easy to find Regulus because he looked almost exactly like Sirius and your heart ached a little at the resemblance. All of your determination and planning went out the window as you watched him and your feet wouldn’t carry you any further. So, you stood there on the Quidditch field, just staring at him. He was laughing and joking with his friends and for a moment he just looked so young. You could hear his laughter, despite him being so far away, and your breath caught in your throat at the musical sound. It was just like Sirius’. Your mind wandered a little, thinking about why you hadn’t noticed how similar they were before. Maybe it’s because you had Sirius then. Now all you had were memories and a horrible pain in your chest.

You bit your lip as you watched him push and shove and play with his teammates and although he was only a couple years younger, at that moment, you felt older than you ever had. You couldn’t destroy his life; you couldn’t take away the years he had left without being burdened by the reality of a soulmate. You needed him to have more time to romanticise and dream. With a sigh, you pressed your hand to your forehead. He waved at you, finally seeing you across the pitch. His face lit up and his cheeks stretched with the weight of his boyish smile and you couldn’t help the guilt that came over you. You realised, with a reluctance and relief you only felt guiltier for, you could never love him like you loved Sirius. Still, with a heavy hand and heavier heart, you waved back. He turned around to face his friends then, people you recognised from Slytherin as pure-blood supremacists and supporters of Voldemort, and more than anything you wanted to protect him from that, but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough – you could never love him like you should.

With your vision blurring with unshed tears, you tore back to your room and cleaned off your desk with a single swooping motion, your inkpots toppling to the floor. You couldn’t question the morality of what you were doing as you began to write, your quill scratching against parchment, because if you did, you’d end up doing nothing. You already knew how awful that felt, Lily’s voice in your head reminded you.

You read and reread the letter about a thousand times. From the ‘Dear Regulus’ to the ‘Please forgive me’, it wasn’t right but you figured that it would never be completely. And so, with a shaking hand, you addressed the letter to Kreacher, the Black family’s house-elf whom Sirius held a firm mistrust for, with a note begging him to give the letter to Regulus on his eighteenth birthday. It didn’t take long to get to the owlery and once you’d sent the letter, a strange calmness came over you. With a new, strangely light feeling in your chest, you walked to the Gryffindor common room, a place you’d avoided completely for weeks.

You didn’t even reach the room itself before you found what, or rather who, you were searching for. Climbing from the portrait hole like a man deflated was Sirius. He didn’t see you as he walked the other way, his shoulders sunken.

“Sirius!” you shouted with your voice far too loud for such a small corridor. After so long on auto-pilot, it felt like your body was unprepared for whatever strong emotions talking to Sirius again would stir. He turned quickly. He didn’t speak as you sped down the hallway to meet him, his eyes wet as you stopped in frotn of him.

“I want to be us again,” you said. Your stomach flopped as you looked at his face. It felt like forever since you’d seen him and you were struck by how much you’d missed his dark eyes and high cheekbones. He shook his head.

“You know we can’t do that-“

“We can; we don’t have to be defined by what’s written on our skin. We could just be us - like muggles do. They never know who their soulmate is, they’re never sure, but they love anyway.”

“We are sure, Y/N.”

“I’m not.”

You were breathing slightly heavier now, your emotions getting the better of you as you stared up at Sirius. How could someone be so familiar yet so unfamiliar?

“Just because some stupid universal force says something’s true, doesn’t mean I believe it,” you frowned, surprised and hurt by his reaction. “Since when have you cared about authority?”

“This is different. My brother-“

“Your brother will be fine,” you lowered your head, the guilt returning. “I’ve made sure of it.”

“Y/N-“

“Sirius, please. I want you. I want to choose you every day of our lives, just like muggles.”

He bit his lip, turning away slightly.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Sirius, you promised.” you insisted as he began to back away. “Us against the world. Soulmates be dammed. You said that, and you swore.”

He turned to walk away as tears began to roll down your cheeks. “You swore on the stars.”

After he walked away that day, your shoulders felt heavy with the overwhelming feeling that you would never truly be loved. You’d pre-emptively turned away your soulmate, sure he could never be truly happy with you, and you’d lost the one person you wanted more than anything. And now there was nothing left. You were grateful, though, that it was the weekend so you could stay in bed, curled up and alone, praying for the world to go away. You didn’t have any more tears left to cry and you were tired of being tired.

That’s why when someone knocked at your door, you made no effort to answer it. When they knocked again, you hid your head under your pillow. The third knock made you huff, annoyed that someone would be looking for your roommates so urgently when they weren’t even there, annoyed that someone had interrupted your pity party for no reason. The last person you expected to see when you opened the door was Sirius.

He was dishevelled, noticeably so, with messy hair and a strange determination in his eyes. You frowned, hand tightening around the doorknob as he pushed past you, into your room.

“I was wrong,” he said, exhaling sharply as he paced back and forth. “I was so wrong.”

You swallowed, eyes widening as he came closer. His large palms reached up to cup either side of your face and for a second, you couldn’t breathe his gaze was so intense.

“It was always supposed to be us against the world, I’m so sorry.”

You nodding, biting your lip, unable to trust your voice. He looked out the window, blinking away tears before sitting on your bed. His hands trailed down your face to reach your own. He held them tightly, your fingers gripping onto him as he pulled you to sit too.

“Y/N, I want to love you every day. And it’ll be my choice - nothing to do with the universe. Sod the universe.”

His face softened slightly.

“You’ve always been the stars in my sky.”

You discovered then that you were wrong. You did, in fact, have more tears left to cry. As droplets began to roll down your cheeks, Sirius pulled you into his chest and you realised how much you’d missed his arms around you, how safe you felt there. You didn’t know what to say when you pulled back. His eyes were red and shining and his hands were on your waist and for the first time in a long time, you felt as if you’d made the right choice.

“Like muggles, yeah?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Like muggles.”

He moved his hand away from you and you watched with confused eyes as he pulled a sharpie from his robes.

“Lily gave me this,” he began, showing you. “It’s a pen.”

You couldn’t help the amused, borderline incredulous, exhale that rushed from your lips at his words.

“I know what a pen is.”

“Oh,” he blinked, frowning, tone flippant. “Of course, you do.”

Slowly, he pulled up his sleeve, exposing the bare skin where his soulmate tattoo should’ve been. Your chest tightened at how distraught he’d been on his birthday so many weeks ago and your frown deepened as he uncapped the pen with his mouth, bringing the tip to his skin. You reached over to place your hand on his, stilling his movement.

“No,” you said, taking the pen off him and rolling up your own sleeve. You looked at the name ‘Regulus Black’ for a second before the sharpie touched your skin and, with Sirius watching you, you crossed out the cursive letters with a solid black line.

“Now we both don’t have soulmates,” you smiled up at him, his eyes shining with happiness you hadn’t seen in a while. Happiness you’d missed seeing on his handsome features. He watched as you gently took the pen lid from his mouth, his eyes full of emotion.

“Y/N,” he said, swallowing a lump in his throat. “I meant it when I said it would always be us against the world. You know that?”

His mouth twitched nervously and his dark eyebrows drew down ever so slightly and you realised in that moment that you could never love anyone in the same way you loved him. Reaching over, your sleeve still scrunched at your elbow, you squeezed his hand and smiled. And that was enough for him.

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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could you write a coops getting a piercing or tattoo (one or both of them)?

Part 6 of the Coops wedding fics! Thank you to everyone who has read this series--it’s been so much fun writing these, and hearing everyone’s thoughts made the past week an absolute blast. Hope you enjoy!

Check out the rest of the series on the Series Masterlist!

If someone had told twenty-year-old Sirius that in a few years, he would be walking into a tattoo parlor, hand-in-hand with his husband as they prepared to get their wedding date permanently inked on his skin…well, he probably would have laughed in their face. He had never been a big fan of tattoos—they looked cool, sure, but he never understood the point of going through all that hullabaloo for something that would stretch and fade.

Now, though, he saw the point. Wedding rings were amazing, but they were easy to lose; tattoo ink, on the other hand, was a permanent reminder that he had scored the most wonderful person on the planet as his husband.

“Right this way,” Jaya, the young artist with bright blue hair said, smiling as they waved him and Remus into the back. “Congrats on the wedding, by the way. How long has it been?”

“Three weeks.” Remus squeezed his hand and Sirius smiled, running his thumb over the ring. God, he would never get tired of seeing it there.

“It went well, I assume?” Jaya asked as they began setting up.

“It was perfect.” Sirius felt a jolt of fear in his stomach when he saw the tattoo gun, but quickly quashed it down; they had done their research and worked on the design with Jaya even before the actual wedding. He wanted to do this.

“We talked about the process over the phone, but do you have any questions? I’ll go over aftercare again once we’re done.” Jaya paused for a moment, but neither of them spoke up. “Alright, then, which brave soul wants to go first?”

Best to get it over with, Sirius thought. “I can go,” he said, much quieter than intended. Remus raised his eyebrows and he kissed his forehead quickly in reassurance before settling into the chair. He let go of Remus’ hand for a second to pull his shirt over his head, then took it once again and tried to stop the fluttery nerves in his gut.

“Right in the center, yeah?” Jaya leaned down with a stencil, their silver-lined eyes flicking up to Sirius’ face.

“Yep.”

“Alright.” He swallowed hard at the cold feeling of the paper on his skin, just below the hollow of his throat. His neck felt bare without the necklace, but it would be back soon enough. Jaya held a mirror up to show the small numbers. “Look good?”

Sirius nodded. “Let’s do it.”

His heart hammered in his throat and he let out a shaky breath as Jaya cleaned the area and cleaned up their drawing, then picked up the tattoo gun. “Je t’ai,” Remus murmured as he closed his eyes in a last-ditch attempt at relaxing. “You’re alright.”

“Oh, fuck,” Sirius hissed when the needles touched his skin. He clenched his teeth and tightened his grip on Remus’ hand, breathing slowly as pain prickled all across his chest. It felt like a million bee stings, or the last week of his broken ribs healing.

“Do you need a break?” Jaya asked without looking up.

“Just keep going,” he managed, blinking rapidly at the ceiling. The buzzing sound wasn’t quite as frightening as the strange kind of pain, but it certainly didn’t settle his anxiety.

“You okay, baby?” Remus folded his other hand over Sirius’ and traced a pattern into his wrist.

“Mhmm.”

“Lily and James invited us to dinner next week. Harry’s been asking to see the new baby lions at the zoo with you specifically. He’s also learned the word ‘lame’ and won’t stop using it on James.”

“Really?”

“Yep. Lily says it was her fault, but she told James it was me who taught him to say it.” Remus rolled his eyes, but he was smiling.

“It’s karma. You taught him to actually swear, after all.”

“You’re supposed to be on my side,” Remus complained. “The line is, ‘that’s so unfair, sweetheart, and we need to get revenge’.”

“Right, sor—ow.” Sirius blew out a harsh breath as the needle skimmed over a sensitive patch of skin and bit the inside of his lip.

Jaya made a sympathetic noise. “Just a couple more minutes in this area and then we’ll take a break.”

Sirius turned his head toward Remus and quirked an eyebrow. “Were you trying to distract me?”

“It worked, didn’t it?” He moved one hand up to brush the hair off his forehead; Sirius melted into the touch, channeling his attention into the tingly feeling of Remus’ fingers in his hair. “Almost done, love.”

“I’ve got most of it done,” Jaya said, sitting back at last. “Just cleanup work now, and that’ll only take a few minutes. You’re lucky with all the muscle on your chest. It would hurt like a bitch if it was closer to the bone.”

“It already hurts like a bitch,” Sirius laughed, grimacing as Jaya flexed their hand and leaned in again.

“When you two told me your placements at our first appointment, I was a bit surprised,” they murmured, back in the zone already. “Most first-timers don’t choose such sensitive spots.”

“The placement was the important part,” he said, wincing.

“With your necklace, right?”

“Yep.”

“I always like it when people have cute meanings.” Jaya swiped their cloth over the small tattoo before continuing. “I mean, I got most of my ink because I thought it looked cool, but hearing people’s stories is the best part of the job.”

“Would you say the wrist or the chest is more painful?” Remus asked.

Jaya bit their lip. “Depends on the person. The chest area has more bone, but wrists are notorious for hurting.”

Remus hummed, but Sirius heard the edge of tension and kissed the side of his hand. “You’ll be fine.”

“You’re one in the chair,” he laughed. “I’m supposed to be reassuring you right now.”

Jaya glanced up at him. “Count down from thirty for me?”

Sirius frowned in confusion, but obliged; as soon as he reached ‘zero’, Jaya set the tattoo gun down and stretched their back out. “Was that—is it done?”

“Yep. Congrats, you’ve got a tattoo!” Jaya grinned as he sat up, then handed him a mirror. There, in black ink covering a space the size of a quarter, laid a perfect ‘6/12’. The skin around it was bright, angry red, but Sirius was more focused on the familiar slant to the six and the curl of the two; he had seen it written on the PT room whiteboard countless times and, more recently, their mock-up wedding invitations. “Do you like it?”

Sirius cleared his throat as a lump tightened it. “It’s—I love it. Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” Jaya handed him his shirt as he stood. Remus took his place, looking a little pale as he rested his hand on the small table Jaya had set up next to the chair. “Still okay with the inside of your wrist?”

Remus hesitated, then set his jaw and nodded. “All good.”

“Are you sure.”

“A hundred percent,”

“Alright, let’s get that stencil on.” Jaya worked with clear intent and smooth ease—that had been one of the main reasons they decided on this shop above the others in the area. The cleaning was quick, Remus approved the stencil, and then they got to work.

“Holy fuck, you weren’t kidding about the wrist,” he half-laughed, gripping Sirius’ hand in a white-knuckled hold. “Now would be a good time to start talking, baby.”

“Oh! Um, we need to pick up eggs from the grocery store.” Jaya had to sit back as they both burst out laughing; Sirius put his face in his free hand to hide his blush. “Sorry, I panicked.”

“Why don’t you tell me about your day with Tremzy?” Remus suggested, wiping tears from the corner of his eyes as he settled back down.

“Yeah, okay,” Sirius said lamely. “Uh, I kicked his ass in Smash Bros.”

“You’ve got yourself a keeper,” Jaya said as they started working on Remus’ wrist again.

He smiled up at Sirius. “I know.”

The next fifty minutes passed much the same as they had while Sirius was getting his tattoo—he chatted almost nonstop, rambling about Logan’s terrible cooking and the standing invitation to bring Regulus along for a ‘we survived the Dumais house’ party. Remus scrunched his face up every few minutes, but Sirius kept their shoulders pressed together as he toyed with his free hand. Jaya gave him a thirty-second countdown as well before wiping away the last of the stray ink with a smile.

“How’s it look?”

Remus’ breath caught when he looked down, running his thumb along the lower edge. “That’s exactly what I wanted, thank you so much.”

“Any time, dude. Both of you have good pain tolerance.” They slid their cart to the side of the room again and stood, gathering some gauze and plastic wrap.

Remus leaned his head on Sirius’ shoulder with a sigh. “You have the prettiest handwriting.”

“And you have no excuse for forgetting our anniversary,” he teased, kissing his cheek. “How’s it feel?”

“Like I just got stabbed by a bunch of needles.”

Jaya snorted as he held his arm out for the bandages. “This might shock you, but…”

The three of them broke down laughing and Sirius shook his head, fiddling with the edge of the tape that he could feel under his shirt. A dull ache had begun spreading warmth over his skin and he knew the itching would drive him half-crazy over the next two weeks, but it was an easy price to pay for having his husband’s handwriting on him for the rest of his life. A permanent ‘I love you’, he had said the night after they decided on the design. Sirius smiled to himself as Jaya outlined the aftercare procedures. Permanent. Permanent sounded good.

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imaginejamesandsirius · 3 years

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Can you please write a fic where James is a rich,star footballer and Sirius comes in to work as his super hott personal bodyguard??? And then James starts crushing on him hard but Sirius is hesitant because he could lose his job over this!!!! Please please please write this... I am a biiiig fan of your work... God Bless❤️

"What? I don't need a bodyguard," James said. The very idea was preposterous.

Coach glared at him, but the rest of the team was slightly more reserved in staring him down. The whole administrative team was there, from the head coach to the team's PR representative. "There have been threats."

"So? I also got threatened when I was seventeen and nothing ever came of it."

The team manager jumped in then. "This isn't a schoolyard threat made because you stole someone's girlfriend. Or- whatever," he said, fumbling a little-- as he always did-- when he said something thoughtless and remembered that James was gay afterwards. That being said, James definitely had stolen some girlfriends at school because it was the best approximation he could get for what attraction to women was. "These are extremely conservative people who want you dead and aren't shy about showing they're serious," the team manager continued. "Even if they don't manage to kill you, they could permanently injure you, effectively ending your career. Is that what you want?"

James huffed, knowing that he was being a little petulant and not caring. "No," he admitted. If he'd been just talking to his mates, he never would've admitted it, but they'd all gotten together to sit him down and make sure he listened to them; they wouldn't have bothered if they weren't seriously concerned.

"Then get a goddamn bodyguard," Coach said. "It won't be forever-- just until these people realise they have better things to do with their time than harass a popular footballer."

"Fine." If James had known it would be this much trouble to come out, he wouldn't have done it. He'd just been thinking that he might like to date someone for real. He'd also thought about himself when he was younger and how he could've figured out that he fancied men before he was twenty sodding three if one of his favourite footie players had been gay (and out. He wasn't discounting the idea entirely just because they hadn't said anything.). "I don't know where to find one though."

"We've got a list of possibilities," someone else said, handing James a sheet of paper-- for the life of him, James couldn't remember what she did, but in his defense, he'd only met her once as an introduction and then seen her in passing at the past six years of holiday parties. On the paper was a list of agencies, their websites, and phone numbers to contact them. There wasn't any mention of price, but it's not like James was pressed for cash or anything. Hell, he'd already reached his lifetime savings amount and didn't really know what to do with the salary he was still getting. Might as well use some of it to stay safe and pacify his bosses.

James had weighed all his options and looked at all of the information he'd been given, and he still couldn't decide. He'd handed the list to Remus, and he'd picked one at random; James took his choice as a good decision and called the company up. They made everything so easy for him that he was beginning to think Remus had special choosing powers. From now on, James was going to run his decisions by Remus before doing anything.

And then he actually met his bodyguard. He couldn't decide if this was better than before, or worse. Either way, he didn't think asking Remus for advice would really be the way that he wanted for his life to go.

He was told that his bodyguard's name was Sirius, and they had a first meeting at the company to sort out a few details. If James was a smart person, he would've taken one look at Sirius and said, "Thanks but no thanks, can I get someone else?" But James wasn't smart. He was a dumbarse. A dumbarse that let his heart make decisions for him. Sirius was, in a word, gorgeous. He had a face that looked like it belonged on the cover of a magazine, and a smile that stopped James's breath in its tracks. He was sure that Sirius was good at his job, but James rather doubted his decision to accept him as a bodyguard. He wasn't going to be able to focus for shite.

James explained the situation to Sirius-- the boring stuff, about why he needed a bodyguard-- and he didn't blink at him being bent. Either he already knew that because he followed football, he didn't care, or he cared but was a very good actor. James imagined that there was a certain amount of acting as a bodyguard, but he'd also like to think that Sirius wouldn't have accepted if it bothered him.

James had been afraid that Sirius was going to walk slightly to the side and behind him and stay resolutely silent the whole time, but he carried a conversation alright as they walked to James's car. "I'm sure you get this all the time and you're annoyed with it, but why's your name Sirius?"

The look on Sirius's face showed that he was very much used to the question, even though he didn't look annoyed by it. "Named after the star in Canis Major. Being named after stars is sort of a family thing."

"Really?" James asked. He was instantly charmed. Sirius hadn't even put much effort into it, but James was head over heels after exchanging two words with him.

"Mmhmm. My brother's Regulus, my father and great-grandfather were both Orion, and I've got a cousin named Bellatrix."

"Wow. Your family must've been made fun of a lot when they were kids."

Sirius snorted, and James looked at him curiously.

"What?"

"I wouldn't call any of us... well-behaved children. Got in a lot of fights."

"Ah, and it led to you being a bodyguard?"

Sirius shrugged with an easygoing smirk. "Might as well do something you're good at, right?"

"It's total rubbish that they're putting McLaggen in before you," Sirius said one day after practice.

"Right?" Then he paused. Sirius hadn't been around long enough to be so certain of that. Which meant, "I knew you were a fan. Why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't want to freak you out. You're dealing with enough right now that I didn't want for you to worry about your bodyguard fawning over you."

"Aww, you fawn over me?" James asked, unable to help a pleased smile.

"It's called knowing who the best is," Sirius said with a wink.

"You don't get along with your brother?" James asked. Personally, he didn't have any siblings, but from what he understood, those relationships were often complicated. Lily, for example, cared about her sister even though-- as far as James could tell-- she was kind of an irredeemable twat that didn't seem to like Lily at all.

Sirius shrugged. "He wants to like our parents, but now that he disagrees with them on everything, it's not easy. I keep telling him that his life would be easier if he stopped talking to them, but he feels all guilty about it." He rolled his eyes expressively. "I think he thinks that he owes them for them not being worse."

"You both should get new parents," James said. "I volunteer my own."

"I think you stop needing new parents when you're an adult."

"Words that can only be spoken by someone with shite parents. Maybe you don't need parents anymore, but if Regulus is still trying to connect with them, it means he needs someone. My parents are great. Mum will probably see him smile once and then demand he come to Saturday night dinners for the next ten years."

Sirius snickered.

"Oh, I'm not joking," James insisted. "Lily and I haven't been together since we were eighteen, and she still comes over for dinner when she can make it."

"Only you would be on such great terms with your ex that your parents would do that."

"Bold of you to assume my parents wouldn't have done it whether we were on good terms or not. They blood adore her, and that didn't stop because we weren't dating anymore. I swear, they love every single friend I let them meet. If I introduced them to your brother? He wouldn't make it out of that house without them knowing his favourite dessert. He wouldn't stand a chance."

"Maybe that's what he needs," Sirius said, sounding amused. "We'll have to set that up when this all blows over."

James's first problem with Sirius had been that he was so gorgeous James couldn't think for shite. His second problem with Sirius was that he was an attractive person all around, not just in his face. Honestly, who had decided that someone should get to be that pretty and also be that funny? It wasn't fair to the rest of humanity.

He'd never been shy, so he told Sirius that he fancied him shortly after figuring it out. Thinking a bloke was fit as hell was one thing. Actually fancying him was quite another. People were fit all the time, and James had never lost sleep over it. He knew he'd regret it if he sat around and pined after Sirius uselessly though.

He told Sirius, and Sirius looked at him for a second, then blinked. "Erm. James, I can't- I could get fired for dating a client."

"Right." That made sense. "I hadn't thought of that." He really hadn't thought about it, but who'd want to hire a bodyguard that had a history of hooking up with who they were protecting? Hell, the company could get looked into for solicitation if it happened often enough. If James had thought of that, he would've kept his mouth shut until the end of Sirius's employment with him. "Just... y'know, if you were interested, I'm probably not going to need a bodyguard for much longer." He'd checked back in with the admin team, and they'd said that by next year, he should be good. New information was popping up on people that James's despisers hated more, so they were starting to leave him alone. At least, that's what he'd gotten from the conversation even if it wasn't entirely accurate.

"I know," Sirius said with half a smile. "I was there for that conversation, remember?"

"I'd forgotten," James admitted, a little ashamed. He wasn't the best at paying attention to several things at once when he really cared about one of them more than the others. In that case, he ended up thinking about the one thing and trying desperately to pay attention to the rest. That day, he was pretty sure he'd been so focused on getting his life back to normal that he'd ignored Sirius, and even the talk about their upcoming game.

"Bloody hell," Sirius said, one arm around James as he half-carried, half-guided him down the street so they could catch a cab. "I signed up to be your bodyguard, not your designated driver." Despite his complaining, he didn't sound upset, more amused.

"You could be both," James said slowly, having to put more effort into his words than usual since he was sloshed. He preferred speaking Hindi when he was pissed; it was just easier than English. He didn't think Sirius knew Hindi though, and the only thing he wanted right now was to enjoy Sirius's company.

Sirius laughed. "Maybe so, but I preferred just doing one."

"Heeeey, you could do the partner thing soon."

"I don't remember mentioning a partner thing."

James licked his lips as he tried to remember what the phrase he'd first used was. "Designated driver. Only, instead of just dragging me to a car, we'd be getting sloshed together."

"That does sound more fun."

James was always talkative, but now that he was sloshed, he wasn't stopping. He really liked Sirius. He liked him for lots of reasons, but right now he liked that Sirius was encouraging him. He wasn't getting mad at James for continuing to talk all through the cab ride, or as he helped him up the stairs to his flat. "You're so wonderful," James mumbled.

"Thanks," Sirius said with a laugh. He fished around James's pockets for his keys. James turned and rested his head on Sirius's shoulder, which did make it easier, but somehow he thought that wasn't what James had had in mind.

"You're so pretty," he said, turning his face into Sirius's neck.

"Thanks," he said again. "It's nice to be appreciated."

"In all my life, I've never met someone that made me feel like you do," James said.

"I don't know what you just said, but I'm going to assume it was complimentary."

James nodded. He kissed Sirius's neck because it was there. "The prettiest damn thing I've ever seen."

Sirius swallowed thickly. He didn't need to understand the language to know that whatever James said was something he would appreciate. The kiss sent tingles down his spine, and James's mouth was still resting close enough to him that Sirius could feel his breath hot against his skin. "As much as we would enjoy that, I thought we agreed to wait."

"You're right. You're just so pretty," he whined. "It's really not fair. You should try to be less pretty; it would make my life easier."

"You can live with it," Sirius said. He finally found the keys and put it in the door for him. He unlocked it and pushed the door open. James looked pretty comfy where he was, and it made shuffling him inside his flat a bit harder than getting him here had been. "C'mon mate, you've got to get in bed."

"But you're not there," James said, sounding awfully petulant about it.

Sirius chuckled. "No, but you'll get to sleep just fine without it."

"That's what you think."

"Love, you're drunk enough that you'll definitely pass out before the night's through."

"Aww, you called me 'love'. No one's ever done that before."

"Really?"

James nodded again, but since he wasn't leaning on Sirius as heavily this time, he swayed a little. Sirius was still right next to him though, so he was able to keep him from falling over. "My last boyfriend called me 'babe' but I sort of hated it."

"You do seem like you'd prefer the sweeter pet names. Sweetheart, things like that."

"Feel free to call me sweetheart as much as you want."

"I think I will. After I stop working on protecting you, that is. We've still got to wait, remember?"

"What I remember is issuing an invitation that never got an answer."

"I assumed you knew my answer. Or was I not obvious enough about my interest?" Sirius asked quietly.

"I would say that subtlety passes me by," James said. "But I got it now, thanks. You sure I can't convince you to stay?"

"Not while I'm working for you, and definitely not while you're sloshed." Sirius brought him to his room and took off his shoes when he collapsed back on the bed. "If you want to get undressed more, you're going to have to do it yourself, sweetheart," he said, then kissed James's forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow."

The day for James to no longer need a bodyguard felt like it took forever, but he could grudgingly admit that it had been a good idea. None of it had been serious, but he was told-- by Sirius-- that that's because having a bodyguard was often a large deterrent. In his time as James's bodyguard, Sirius successfully intimidated several people and got physical with one. James would be lying if he said that it hadn't been hot to watch, but he also wasn't going to say that out loud-- it made him feel like he was the heroine in a teen adventure book.

"So, do I have to take you on a date before I get to kiss you?" James asked.

"I wouldn't want you to think I'm easy," Sirius replied with a wink.

"You like curry? I know a good place."

Sirius made a face. "I only like it from one restaurant, and it's all the way up in Wales."

"Wait," James said slowly, a smile creeping across his face, "are you talking about Andi's?"

"Yes, you know it?"

"Bloody love it. I can't make the trip as much as I want, but if you're willing, we can definitely go up there."

"I can think of worse things than spending time with you on the way to the best curry in the UK," Sirius said.

James rented a car because it was easier than taking a cab that far, and it was definitely more private than a train-- which would only be able to take them part of the way anyhow. He wanted for them to be alone anyways, so that they could catch up on all the flirting they'd missed. Not to say that there had been a drought of flirting while Sirius was his bodyguard, but after they agreed to date when his contract was up, they'd tried to tone it down.

They didn't have to worry about that anymore.

The drive was okay, dinner was great, and Sirius snogged him for a bit after they got back in the car but before they drove back to London.

"How the hell do you feel even better than you look?" James whispered, stealing another kiss.

Sirius chuckled. "I was about to ask you the same question, love."

#prongsfoot #marauders #sirius black #james potter #fanfic #filled #getting together #no magic au #post hogwarts #past james/lily #siriuslystarbucks #Anonymous

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january3693 · 4 years

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002: Narcissa, and also Lily; 001: dorcas/Marlene, and lucissa

That’s a lot, but here you go!

002 Narcissa

How I feel about this character: She’ll never be my favorite, but I do love sticking her in as a snarky, snobby side character.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: I don’t actively ship her, but I think she and Lucius are probably well-suited for each other, and since I don’t have super strong ship opinions on her, I’m open to reading and embracing anything presented to me.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: I like the idea of her and Regulus being close. She’s the baby in her family, but Regulus is the baby in the family overall, so I think she would have felt very protective of him and tried to shelter him but also steer him toward more traditional pureblood values if she ever thought he was wavering or acting a bit too much like Sirius. She was devastated when she heard about his death, even more so when she learned it was (supposedly) caused when he tried to defect from the Death Eaters. Narcissa sees a lot of Regulus in Draco and it scares her.

My unpopular opinion about this character: Lucius probably didn’t care much about all of the stuff Draco complained to him about, but Narcissa did. She was the one who always pushed Lucius to take care of anything that hurt or inconvenienced their son.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish she had some on the page interactions with more characters. There’s so many she’s related to or would have known that it’s a shame we never go to see her show a bit more complexity when directly confronted with Sirius, Andromeda, or Tonks.

my OTP: Probably Lucius just because it’s canon and Narcissa isn’t a character I spend much time shipping. I like her potential, just

my cross over ship: I don’t read cross overs

a headcanon fact: After Regulus’s death, it was Narcissa who sent a letter to Sirius (care of Andromeda) telling Sirius the facts (such as she believed them to be) about his brother’s death.

002 Lily

How I feel about this character: She’s fantastic! I love her, and I love writing her!

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Generally just James. I do enjoy some Jegulily too, but that’s about it. I see Lily as a character who could be very happy and lead a fulfilling life without a romantic partner, so if I’m not shipping her with James I generally just picture her having casual flings and otherwise enjoying life as a happy, confident single woman.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Sirius and Lily! I mean, I wrote a 100,000 word fic about them becoming friends (also some other stuff happened, but mostly friendship). I think they would have really challenged each other (which would have made them struggle to get along for a while, but once they connected it would have been very good for both of them). They called each other on their bullshit, weren’t afraid to yell at each other, but genuinely listened to each other and always apologized the next morning when they fought.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I don’t know if it’s an unpopular opinion, but I think she struggled with self-confidence and self-worth a lot more than most people ever knew. She was probably very good at hiding it behind perfectionism and some rather exhausting facades. The reason she fell in love with James was because he had this perfect mix of pushing and supporting her in a way that finally allowed her to relax and be fully her imperfect self with someone, and that was priceless.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Honestly, the thing I want most is for her to have had some ghostly/afterlife/other moment where she absolutely rips into Snape and all the terrible things he did in his “love” for her.

my OTP: Jily. We don’t know from canon how exactly these two went from antagonistic to deeply in love, but what little we do know implies a story of personal growth, second chances, adventure, and deep, deep love, and that’s gorgeous.

a headcanon fact: Her favorite band is ABBA.

001 Dorcas Meadowes/Marlene McKinnon

when I started shipping it if I did: I probably started shipping it while reading We Were Infinite by @wewereinfinitelywolfstar. That might not have been the first time I encountered it, but it was the first time it made a mark and made the characters feel real and shippable.

my thoughts: I like this ship a lot! It’s definitely drenched in that First War tragedy, but still gotta love more wlw ships, and that’s what AUs and canon-divergent fics are for.

What makes me happy about them: We no almost next to nothing about these two, so they’re basically blank slates to build upon. I personally head canon them as a Slytherin/Gryffindor couple and love playing with that dynamic. I also love the opportunity to build heroic Slytherin characters.

What makes me sad about them: Canon, obviously. Making them a couple does also add to the “dead lesbians” and “bury your gays” tropes, which sucks.

things done in fanfic that annoys me: It’s pretty common for Marlene to have a tomboy-ish or more wild personality in fics, which is cool, but Dorcas doesn’t seem to get as much personality in a lot of fics where these two appear.

things I look for in fanfic: Well-developed characterizations, often AUs or canon divergent fics that don’t leave them dead.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: I’m down for Marlene and Sirius as a ship (Blackinnon). As for Dorcas, I have such strong headcanons about her, but I haven’t really thought about other ships for her. I’d be open to suggestions or whatever I encounter in fics, but honestly in my head canons, Dorcas is very ambitious and career-oriented (falling for Marlene was unexpected and not part of the plan), so I could see her too busy to have a romantic relationship or finding a spouse who could aid or complement her career ambitions.

My happily ever after for them: They live through the war, adopt a couple of orphans. Marlene coaches youth Quidditch teams for their kids and has some sort of freelance job she can do while being flexible schedule-wise. Dorcas rises through the ranks at the Ministry and is elected Minister for Magic instead of Cornelius Fudge. She fucking crushes it. When she’s served a few terms and the kids are out of school, Dorcas takes a job as ambassador to some other country and she and Marlene see more of the world and attend lots of fancy embassy dinner parties.

who is the big spoon/little spoon: They don’t really spoon. Marlene flops like a starfish in bed and Dorcas tends to sleep on her stomach or side. They do cuddle on the couch though, and Marlene likes to lay her head in Dorcas’s lap and have Dorcas scratch at her scalp and finger comb her hair.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Dancing. One of their first dates was a disastrous Muggle dance class where neither of them realized the Muggle instructor wouldn’t understand that they were there as a couple and paired them up with various male partners. They both managed to laugh through it and went home and practiced with each other. After that, they learned a lot of different dances and one of them will often spontaneously pull the other into a dance across the kitchen or living room, even if there’s no music on. They take turns leading.

001 Lucissa

(sorry if this one’s a little disappointing)

when I started shipping it if I did: I don’t really ship it, but I don’t not ship it either, if that makes sense.

my thoughts: I don’t actively ship it. It’s there, it’s canon. I’m fine with it. I just don’t put much thought into the relationship.

What makes me happy about them: They both seem to care for their son very deeply.

What makes me sad about them: I’m sad that we didn’t get to see more of Narcissa sooner, otherwise no real sad feelings toward them.

things done in fanfic that annoys me: When the criminal acts they (particularly Lucius) commit are excused way too easily, or they change their politics way too swiftly and seamlessly.

things I look for in fanfic: I don’t really look for this ship in fics. If it’s there I’m usually fine with it, if not, that’s fine too. I do like fics that give me more of Narcissa’s complexity and inner conflict though. She’s clearly got layers.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: I really don’t put enough thought into these characters and their love lives to ship them with other characters. I’m open to it though. No strong preexisting feelings mean I’m pretty open-minded to new ships for these two.

My happily ever after for them: Actually having to make some restitution for their crimes/wrongdoings, then probably moving away from Britain to live quietly in like Monaco or somewhere.

who is the big spoon/little spoon: Honestly, they probably have separate bedrooms.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Plotting political coups while drinking very expensive wine.

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Young Blood IV -(PB/WITS Crossover)

A/N: Highly tempted to just drop both of our series and continue this one forever -Val & Danny

Words: 3,759

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Previous Chapter // Final Chapter

July 1995

“...I always knew Diggory would win, he was always getting the highest marks, can’t say he didn’t deserve it,” Percy finished, sitting down on the couch that was facing his parents.

The whole group of adults were there, once again celebrating their firstborns’ birthdays.

“Good for him,” Sirius waved a hand as if trying to scare an annoying fly. “What I really want to know is who this mystery guy you went to the Yule ball is, is he attractive?”

Percy smirked, he shrugged a little. “Yeah, I guess he was.”

“He’s Erick’s cousin,” Mel continued, she was absently playing with her cat while Harry was looking at them from his place on the floor with a sweet expression.

“Erick Flint?” Sirius raised a brow, his smile grew. “That’s my boy! So? When are we going to meet him?”

“Why didn’t you invite Erick to stay this time, Mel?” Her mother questioned. “I thought he would like to come...”

“Oh, he decided to go camping with his girlfriend.”

“What?” Remus frowned. “He was a girlfriend?”

“They started dating last week,” Mel smiled. “She’s a muggle, really nice girl…”

“I thought he had a crush on you?” Sirius raised a brow.

“No he doesn’t,” Harry replied with a huge satisfied grin. “They’re just friends.”They’re just friends.”

“Er…” Percy intervened, deciding to save Mel from the awkward questioning. “Erick’s cousin and I… I’m not — it was just for the night, dad, we’re not dating.”

“Oh,” Sirius blinked, quickly forgetting all about Mel. “Yeah okay, you’re a Black, that was expected.”

His son frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean? I don’t fool around with people!”

“It’s in your veins, though,” Sirius taunted.

“Stop trying to corrupt our child!” Persephone pinched his forearm. “He’s not like you.”

“I was just — wait, what did you say?” The man pouted.

“Anyway,” Percy rolled his eyes, “my date wasn’t nowhere near the craziest thing that happened at the ball…”

His little grin reappeared as he turned to look at his two best friends. The effect was immediate, Harry’s head snapped upwards and his eyes widened, Mel dropped the ribbon she’d been twirling around and stared at Percy like a scared cat.

“Really?” Emily, who was sitting next to her daughter, smiled. “What happened?”

“Yeah, what happened?” Remus looked up from the prophet he’d been reading, “I was there and I don’t remember anything crazy happening?”

Mel and Harry weren’t dating yet, after the ball she had decided that Harry needed some time to get his shit together. He had to prove to her that he would not go back to being a prat. The condition was this: Finish their fourth year without any detentions and then it was a deal.

He’d succeeded (sort of, he’d gotten two detentions only, which was honestly an achievement), but since Matthew was still pretty hostile towards Harry whenever he did anything remotely flirty towards her, Mel was waiting for the start of the next year to actually date him.

Percy tried to stretch the time as much as he could just to see his friends suffer, when he decided it was enough, he looked back at the adults and continued innocently.

“Someone vomited at the foot of the staircase, no one knows how did they spike the drinks but I believe Snape took care of it, maybe that’s why you didn’t hear, uncle Moony.”

“Talking about school,” Mel was quick to intervene, sending Percy a glare. “We’re starting our O.W.L.s this year. Are they really that difficult?”

Harry groaned, falling back on the carpet. Mel’s cat immediately curled on his chest.

“C’mon, Mel, we just got out of school! Why are you thinking about that already?”

“No, she’s right,” Remus admitted. “You should start to prepare for it, at least mentally, the grades you get after this will decide what kind of jobs you can aspire to have in the future.”

“Have you kids thought about that?” Persephone asked them.

“I’d love to be a Magizoologist like my mum,” Mel smiled. “Or an Unspeakable like dad, but that’s too much work and I don’t know if I’d be able to handle it.”

“Oh, please,” Percy rolled his eyes. “You and Hermione are the top students of our year, shut up already.”

Mel stuck out her tongue, but she smiled afterwards.

“What about you, kid?” Emily nudged Harry’s leg, he sat up, much to Grey’s annoyance who jumped away from him with a short hiss.

“Dunno, maybe I’ll be a stay-at-home parent like my dad,” He smirked.

“Well, do you have the money to be it?” Mel raised a brow. “Because your father’s rich, but you’re not.”

Harry frowned, behind him the group of adults tried their best not to laugh.

“Well okay then, I don’t know, maybe a Quidditch player, or a curse-breaker like Ron’s brother,” He shrugged. “Something cool.”

“I don’t know what I want,” Percy said thoughtfully. “I just know that I’d love to live like my uncle Regulus.”

“Did someone say my name?”

The dark-haired man entered the room, behind him Lily, James, Jenna and Matthew followed. By the sound of screams in the kitchen, the rest of the children had also returned to the house.

“I did,” Percy smiled. “I was saying that I’d like to have your work.”

Sirius, who had fallen into a silent contemplation when his son spoke, suddenly realized something.

“Hey, Reggie, what do you do?”

“What do you mean?” Regulus asked politely.

“Your work. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talking about it.”

Regulus smiled, a hint of mystery adorning the gesture.

“Oh,” He took a short breath and tilted his head thoughtfully, “you know, some of this, some of that…”

He turned around and went back into the kitchen, Sirius looked slightly alarmed.

“He didn’t answer my question,” He stared at his wife. “Please tell me you know what his work is?”

“Huh,” Persephone tilted her head, “I don’t know... He’s probably just messing with you, you know how he is, I’ll ask him later.”

Sirius nodded, but he didn’t stop staring at his brother for the rest of the day.

The older kids continued to talk about the different professions they could study, Persephone then got a brilliant idea, and she shared it with the rest.

“Hey, Tonks just joined our line of Aurors a week ago,” She mentioned. “I could tell her to come for your birthday and talk to you about all the stuff she had to do to become one, and maybe she could clear up some of your doubts too, Mel, I mean, it’s not the same as being Unspeakable…”

“We’d love that,” Mel beamed. “I already went to mum’s work last week, and I have to admit it’s pretty tough to beat, but I love Tonks, maybe she’ll be able to change my mind.”

“I hope not,” Matthew raised a brow. “I prefer you looking after some nifflers than mingling around with what we have at the Ministry.”

“You know that if you say that it’s only going to make her want to work there more?” James smirked.

“Mel’s not like that,” Her father frowned. “She’s got enough common sense to know what’s good for her.”

“Sure she does,” Percy mumbled, Harry discretely nudged his ribs.

“Talking about what’s good,” Persephone inched closer to her son with a knowing smile. “How did your plan go, love?”

Percy had talked to his mother about his crush, and Persephone had been extremely supportive, she’d met Hermione a few times during the kids birthdays through the years but she knew her enough from hearing Mel’s stories, Persephone adored Hermione.

“What plan?” Sirius looked at them in curiosity. “What are you two plotting?”

“Don’t worry your pretty, little head, Sirius,” Persephone kissed his cheek. “It’s nothing… is it, Percy?”

The boy smiled tensely at his mother and shook his head shortly, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. The woman frowned, but she didn’t try to insist. If her son needed her, he would talk to her, he always did, if not, she trusted that he’d be smart enough to handle it.

November 1995

“C’mon, Percy, is not that hard,” Lyra shook him slightly. “Just ask her!”

“So she can reject me in public?” He scoffed, pulling the scarf tighter around his neck and watching as the puff of air turned white in front of his nose. “No, thanks.”

Ariana and Lyra had decided to be Percy’s personal matchmakers, ever since Ariana put two and two together last year when she realized it was Hermione whom Percy wanted, she wasted no time and told Lyra, who was ready to be her brother’s saviour.

He was usually the one with the brilliant plans, so having the opportunity to outdo him in something that was obviously so important for him was something Lyra needed to get right, but her brother was currently being an annoying piece of work.

“She won’t reject you, P!” Ariana pouted, almost running to keep up with the Blacks’ quick steps. “She’s so nice! She’ll love the idea!”

“Girls, it’s sweet that you’re trying to help me but I don’t need this.”

“You spend all your time with Mel and Harry, that can’t be healthy,” Lyra made a face. “I mean they’re fun and all, but c’mon, there’s a reason why people hate third-wheeling…”

“I hang out with the Weasleys too, and Erick as well,” He argued. “And with you…”

“Yeah but that’s only outside the classrooms, during class you’re with Mel and Harry all the time!”

“When there’s no snogging. See? I’m a smart bloke.”

Lyra rolled her eyes. To be honest, she was happy for her friends, but ever since they’d started dating the drama had stopped entirely, and it was sorely missed by the younger side of their friend group.

“One more time, Percy, that’s all we’re asking,” Lyra pouted. “Please? For me? No, no — For YOU! I just want you to be happy!”

“And I think you and Hermione would make a lovely couple,” Ariana beamed. “I think she’s the best girlfriend you could get.”

Percy looked down at the two girls who couldn’t even reach his shoulder and groaned, throwing his head back as he let them drag him into the Great Hall.

“Fine!” He gave in. “But as soon as she rejects me you two will stop nagging alright?”

“Deal,” Lyra smiled.

Ariana let out a cute joyful noise, and she skipped all the way towards the Gryffindor table, wanting to witness the start of a new romance.

“Hey, ‘Mione,” Percy said calmly, sitting down next to her.

Lyra and Ariana sat at his right and both smiled at him encouragingly, no one was paying attention to them, everyone was submerged in their own conversations. Hermione looked up from her book and smiled at Percy.

“Hi.”

“I was wondering,” He looked away and started to pile food on his plate just to have an excuse to not maintain eye contact. “What do you think about going to the last Hogsmeade visit of the year together?”

“Oh,” Hermione raised her eyebrows. “I think that’d be great.”

Percy stopped his movements and stared at her. “Really?”

“Yes,” Her smile grew, she turned around and nudged Mel’s shoulder. “You heard that? Perseus’ asking if we’d like to go all together to the next Hogsmeade visit.”

“Oh,” Mel’s head appeared at Hermione’s left, she was frowning slightly. “You’re sure, Paddie? You’re always saying how you love going to those on your own.”

“Yeah, because it’s the only break you get from all of us and bla bla bla,” Cassia commented from across the table. “Which is honestly insulting, you don’t even hang out that much with Ivy and me.”

“If I did I would lose my mind after half a day,” He raised a brow.

The twins grinned at his comment, he turned to look at Ariana and Lyra for help.

The girls shared a look, Lyra wasn’t expecting this, but Hermione hadn’t rejected him, and maybe they could leave them alone at some point. Yes, she had this under control. The girl smiled confidently and shrugged.

“Well, I don’t mind spending time with you, and we won’t see Hermione nor the Weasleys during the holidays, so we can seize this opportunity to make our own pre-Christmas party?”

The large -very large- group of friends talked about it for the rest of the lunch hour. Lyra could tell this was deeply bothering her older brother.

Okay, maybe things had gotten a little out of control, but they could still find a way to fix this.

So things were going remarkably great for everyone except for Percy.

Harry and Mel were that unbelievable cheesy couple that you see in every Christmas commercial brought to life, the Weasley twins had decided to take the Potter twins under their wing and were now taking them to get some stuff from Zonko’s, even though Cassia and Ivy had already bought half of the store during their first visit last October.

Ron and Ariana had strangely grown fond of each other after the ball, however, that was normal in Ariana, what was weird was how Ron would always try to make her laugh and invite her places.

Percy didn’t know if the others were aware of it, but it was rather obvious that Ron had a huge crush on Mel’s sister.

Lyra and Ginny were doing most of the talking, and Lyra would often throw anxious glances his way that he was blatantly ignoring, there was a package on the inner pocket of his cloak, but he wasn’t going to give it to Hermione in front of their friends.

Luck finally smiled down at him when Harry and Mel entered a small shop to buy some presents for their parents, Ginny and Lyra were the only ones left but they were engaged in their own conversation, not even looking at Percy and Hermione (Ron and Ariana had vanished at some point, saying something about wanting to buy stuff for the party), he decided that it was now or never.

“Hermione?”

“Hmm?” She looked away from the store’s display and abruptly realized it was only the two of them.

“I… here,” Percy grabbed a hold of the neatly wrapped present and handed it to her. “Merry Christmas.”

“Oh,” The girl looked down at the present, a pink flush painting her cheeks as she took it with a shaky hand. “I… thanks, Perseus. Had I known I would’ve brought your gift with me too…”

“Oh, I just got this,” Percy quickly explained. “I wasn’t carrying him when we left the castle, it’s just… well, open it, I’ll explain afterwards.”

Hermione nodded, suddenly her hands were clumsier than ever, but she managed to rip the paper and quickly found the cover of a beautiful book she immediately recognized.

“Oh my,” She gasped. “How did you know?”

“You told us you wanted to buy it when we were thirteen, but it was too expensive or something,” He shrugged. “I noticed you still hadn’t bought a copy, because you usually ramble to us when you finish a book you really like, and you hadn’t mentioned this one ever since that first time. I figured you didn’t have it, I saw it when we were on our way to the Three Broomsticks and I went back and got it for you. I hope you like it.”

He realized he was rambling until he was done talking, Percy hated rambling, so he was internally scolding himself for that when Hermione took a deep breath.

“That’s so sweet,” She said.

Something snapped in him at the sight of the girl, she wasn’t doing anything that could be considered special, but his heart was still pounding, and he still had the urgent need to hold her close. Enough was enough.

“I’m done being quiet, Hermione,” Percy heaved a sigh. “I like you, definitely not in a friendly way. I’ve liked you since I was thirteen and I don’t think it’ll go away.”

Hermione said nothing, and he rambled for a second time that day.

“I know you think I’m a flirt, and last year Joseph was aware of my crush on you so he just took me in a very unofficial way, so I’m not a heartbreaker either. Merlin, I haven’t even had my first kiss yet!” He exclaimed in a very child-like manner. “All I’m asking is that you at least try to see me under a new light — the real one and not the one others have lead you to believe I am —”

Hermione stood on her tiptoes and pulled Percy’s face down, placing a firm kiss on his lips. She let go of him and stepped back, completely red.

“That was my first kiss too,” The girl said bashfully.

Percy stood there unsure of what had just happened, mouth slightly agape as the blood crept up his neck and cheeks.

“Done!” Mel’s voice said behind them. “Time to go back to school, I guess...”

“Mate, you’re alright?” Harry asked, examining his face. “Maybe we should pay a visit to Mel’s grandad so you can warm up… your face looks weird.”

“I’m fine,” He said hoarsely. “I’m brilliant… Hermione?”

He looked at her inquisitively, her smiled was enough to ease his intrusive thoughts.

“Never been better.”

The private party somehow ended up being a “every-student-above-thirteen” party, luckily for them, the Room of Requirement quickly grew in size, the food was plenty and delicious, and the music was coming from somewhere above their heads, but no one had any idea of exactly where.

Everyone was there, except for the teachers of course, even the prefects, Headboy and Headgirl were having the time of their lives. It was in this party that two things became obvious to the friend group: One, Ron was gone over Ariana, though it was unclear whether she reciprocated or not, and two, Percy only had eyes for Hermione.

The students that had been closely following Percy and Ron around the castle in hopes of getting a date were quickly disappointed, but Lyra and Ariana seemed happier than ever. The young Black had no idea if Ari was happy for herself or for Percy, but it didn’t matter much, what was important was that things were finally falling into place.

“What are you watching?” Fred Weasley stood next to her, trying to look in the same direction as the girl. “Hang on — is that your brother?”

“Yes,” She smiled.

“Blimey, who knew he could smirk like that,” Fred snorted. “He’s really trying to charm his way in with Hermione, isn’t he?”

“Looks like it,” Lyra admitted, taking a sip of her butterbeer. “Your brother’s doing his fair amount of trying with Ari as well…”

Fred laughed, nodding blithely. “Yeah, the git has been drooling about her all summer, asking us if he should write to her or just wait to go back to school.”

“What did you tell him?”

“Told him to shut up or we would glue his tongue to the roof of his mouth,” He smirked. “He didn’t actually need advice, he was just whining… I mean, look at them, does it look like Ariana isn’t interested?”

“Honestly? I have no clue, neither does Mel and that’s saying something,” Lyra raised a brow. “Her crush on Erick’s gone, but we can’t tell if she likes Ron because they were friends before and I think that somehow that helped her, she’s not nervous around him...”

“That or she doesn’t like him and doesn’t want to hurt him,” Fred said, “if I’m honest I think it’s the latter.”

Lyra slapped his chest lightly and he laughed again.

“Don’t be mean!” She reprimanded, though she was smiling too. “Ron’s really nice, he’s grown out of his annoying ways.”

“Like being a flirt?”

“I believe all Weasleys are flirts,” She grinned.

“You’re right about that, love,” Fred winked.

Lyra snorted and walked away to get more food, just as she was reaching the table, Percy and Hermione also arrived, and the girl was laughing at something the boy was saying.

“You’re ridiculous, you know?” She shook her head, grabbing two butterbeers and handing one to the boy.

Percy’s grin was an exact copy of his father’s. Lyra had heard before all about his dad’s charm when he was younger, and she’d seen pictures too. Percy wasn’t a copy of the man, but he was damn close to it.

“Well, I made you laugh,” He winked, taking a sip of his drink in a swift, casual movement. “It’s worth it — Did you know you have the prettiest laughter in this castle?”

Lyra rolled her eyes, but she laughed under her breath, she really liked watching her brother being all confident and talkative, it was a nice change.

It was hard to tell whether if Hermione had blushed at his compliment or not with the dim ilumination of the room, but she was definitely enjoying the attention.

“You know,” Lyra spoke, leaning over the table. Percy and Hermione looked at her, abruptly reminded that they weren’t the only two people in the room. “I know the whole point of the party was to celebrate Christmas with you and the Weasleys because we wouldn’t be able to see you during the holidays, but I bet my mum would love to have you around? Dad as well.”

Percy’s eyes widened in surprise, he was about to speak when Hermione responded.

“I would love that!”

His head moved so fast for a moment Lyra thought he’d hurt himself.

“You would?” He asked.

“I would have to talk to my parents, but I’m sure they wouldn’t mind, they wanted to go skiing, and I’m terrible.”

Percy laughed, he was beaming. “I’ll write my parents then, I’m sure they’ll be happy to take you in… but I warn you, my dad will tease us endlessly.”

“You can stay in my room — Oh! We can make a sleepover with the twins, Mel and Ari! That’d be fun…”

“Of course,” Hermione responded, but her eyes were still on Percy.

“Okay…” Lyra say, taking the hint. “I’ll go see if I find someone in this bloody room that’s not trying to get in someone else’s pants…”

“That’s brilliant, Ly,” Percy responded, grabbing Hermione’s hand and guiding her towards the opposite side of the room.

By the time the party ended, Percy and Hermione were oficially dating.

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