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soleil-black · 1 year

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Pool me out

Regulus Black x James Potter, Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

warnings: none? Regulus is a sad fuck, but he's not even sad at the moment. That's just his personality.

summary: The boys are spending their days by the pool. Introductions are made and the pinning begins.

word count: 1396

author notes: it's just a snippet of a longer fic I may or may not write (with a high emphasis on may. The plot is already laid out) later. It will be happy, as it is a vacation fic, but there will be angst drama and suspense. Regulus and Sirius have good sibling dynamics. But for now, a little head dive into the mind of Regulus Black. Let me know what you think.

Regulus was finishing his croissant. He likes to put prosciutto in it. The outraged huffs Sirius makes every time he does it make it even better. His brother’s devotion to sugar is boundless. It’s not like Regulus doesn’t like sweet breakfast. The wide variety of marmite flavours offered at the hotel does catch his attention but he’d much rather try it with some hard cheese. He likes to take anything sweet with a pinch of salt. Literally and figuratively.

“so… do you like summer? What is your favourite season?” he overheard from the table beside them. He tried hard not to let out the scoff that was building inside his throat. He flushed it down with the rest of his coffee. He passed a brief glance at the boy who asked the question. Seems like he finally managed to persuade that poor girl he was after for at least a week now to sit at breakfast with him.

“May I be excused?” He asked looking down at the empty cup he’s just placed down on the table. Walburga nodded without as much as looking at him. Both she and his father were glued to their phones, no doubt checking the stock market. He stood slowly, careful not to make a sound with his chair. “Maman. Papa.” He said politely, slightly bowing his head at them.

Oh, how he despised those empty shells of people. Nearly as much as he despised himself for playing along with their rules. He would never stand up to them like his brother did. Sirius did that loudly and frequently, which was getting him into much more trouble than, in Regulus’ opinion, was necessary.

Regulus hated the coldness surrounding his parents but he appreciated the silence. If there was anything Regulus hated more than the cold, it was the noise. He collected his belongings and left the table. He held his book and sunglasses in one hand while he tucked the sketchpad carefully wrapped in a towel under his arm. It was a set he always took with him when he was going to sit by the pool. Bare necessities.

He had to sneak his sketchpad carefully for his mother not to see. She didn’t appreciate him engaging in such “soft and pointless” activities. She was annoyed enough by the amount of poetry he read, but she hadn’t forbade it. At least not yet.

“what’s your favourite season” he thought to himself in his mocking inside voice. What kind of a stupid question is that? How is one supposed to answer that?

Regulus didn’t have a favourite season. He hated them all equally, each for different reasons. He hated the cold spreading through his bones after every encounter with his parents… and any other family member, for that matter. Except for his brother.

Naturally, he wasn’t content when the ice spreading throughout his soul was met by the chill surrounding him on the outside. Not to mention the scarcity of daylight that heavily impacted his drawing sessions, because the lamp light was just not it.

One would think he should blend right in with how dark and gloomy he was himself, but he didn’t. If anything, it was making him more depressed, if you’d believe that.

It’d make one think he enjoyed the summer, but no. He hated the sun hurting his eyes and making his head hurt. It made everything else, the sounds, the smells, sharper and more prominent. Regulus was getting quickly overstimulated by it.

He walked by the pool, and obviously, Sirius was already in. As he was every day of their stay. Sending longing stares after that tall scarred lifeguard he denied he fancied, and looking away sheepishly every time the other looked back. Yet, when he didn’t look back for too long, Sirius would cause some chaos around himself to get his attention. The fool. Regulus shook his head fondly at his stupid brother, who didn’t even notice him passing. Too busy perfecting an underwater handstand, by the looks of it.

Regulus headed to his favourite spot. He was pleased to see it was as deserted as always. Other people seemed to crowd closer to the pool and choose loungers standing in the direct sunlight. Regulus liked the one partially hidden in the shadow cast by the red-brick wall, as opposed to the ones in the shadows of the bushes. Because bushes equal bugs.

And bugs? Immediately no. Count him out. That’s what he hates the most about spring. Blooming flowers seem to attract butterflies and all sorts of other monstrosities.

He laid out his big fluffy towel on the lounger and sat down. The top half of his body, most importantly his face, was protected from the invading sun, while he could still enjoy the warmth of it where it covered his legs. “Perfect.” he thought to himself whilst he nodded slightly in approval. He hasn’t picked up his book or sketchpad yet, too preoccupied with the rant on the seasons he carried in his head while staring into nothingness.

Now the thing about autumn is… His chain of thought was interrupted by a movement in his close proximity. A hand holding a bottle of water appeared in his line of sight. He startled as he re-focused his eyes and took the sight in.

He slid his eyes up the arm. The arm that looked like it was carved in stone by Michelangelo himself. Marble made look soft. Sun glistened in the tiny droplets of water splayed on dark, tanned skin. It looked like sprinkled gold. Regulus frowned and glared up to see the boy he’s often seen join his menace brother in his pool shenanigans.

“Here.” he said, shaking the bottle slightly, with a wide smile plastered on his face. His hair seemed unruly even when it was wet. Some of it sticking to his forehead and his round-frame glasses and some curling around his ears.

Regulus blinked, possibly one too many times before he dropped his face. He looked back down at the arm outstretched in his direction. “where” he said flatly as he looked back up at the boy. That earned him a cackle in response. “You should drink it. I’ve noticed you never take water with you and it's pretty hot today so I’ve brought you some” the boy said, rubbing the back of his neck almost sheepishly but not at all embarrassed.

“Oh it is hot” he thought to himself “you’ve noticed” he repeated the boy’s words, trying to keep his gaze from wandering. The boy dropped his arms and shrugged his shoulders cheerfully, “Yeah, I’ve been watching you and started to worry you would get dehydrated or something” a smile not leaving his face.

Regulus froze. He's been what? “and why, the fuck, would you do that?” he asked arching a brow at him.

“Oh you’re mean” the boy chuckled and sat down, cross-legged, at the ground next to Regulus’ lounger. “So..” he raised his hand with the bottle again “you’re drinking it?”.

Regulus tugged the bottle out of his hand as he rolled his eyes out of his skull but only because he was in fact, much to his annoyance, really thirsty. He drank some of the water, pleasantly cold, he noticed, and instantly felt better. Honestly? Fuck this guy.

“mhmm, refreshing” he said mockingly while squinting his eyes and curling his lips up, which made his brain pleasantly purr as it did every time he was quoting vines or some shit. “Well it’s not a bucket” the boy laughed, “but I’m glad you enjoyed it”.

Regulus blinked in shock again, people rarely get his references. Not that he cares, he does that to indulge himself. To scratch that itch. But that dude did, and Regulus didn’t know how he felt about that. “I’m James by the way.”

“James” Regulus heard himself repeat in his mind before he could stop it. He felt a weird sensation of warmth tentatively spreading through his chest.

“And what is your name?” James asked looking at Regulus playfully. He realized he must be getting hot after all. He’s not having that. Whatever that was. Regulus put down the water bottle, stood up and, without even glancing in James’ direction, marched towards the pool.

“Hey! Where are you going?” he heard James yell after him. “To drown myself.” He replied, not turning around.

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theemporium · 11 months

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hii!! saw u asking for requests and i haven’t been able to get this idea out of my head! poly!marauders with a s/o that’s like really good looking so wherever they go people look at her and they get all pouty and whiny until barty, evan and reg all come up to her and kiss her cheek and are like “we still on for tonight?” AND THE MARAUDERS AFE LIKE ???? WYM🤨🤨😤😤 and she’s like “oh! we’re having a sleepover!” and they’re like, “well now we’re joining” but she says no so they sneak into the slytherin dorms to see her and the skittles smoking weed and just laying around and they basically just hang out with them even though they’re jealous 😭🤭🤣

thank you for requesting!🖤

It was comically ironic how bad your boys were at sharing.

Not with each other, of course. They had no problem sharing with each other, whether it meant alternating whose bed you slept in or who chose the date night for the week. Funnily enough, the topic of sharing and the odd nature of your relationship was never something the boys ever struggled with. In a sense, their friendship was only brought close together through it all.

But sharing you with others? That was a whole different story.

Despite as much as it displeased them, you were a social butterfly. You liked to reach out and make friends. The house or class status never mattered to you—people were people and that’s how you treated them.

It didn’t help that your smile was warm and comforting, or the fact that the majority of the school student body had heart eyes for you. It was never an issue before because the boys knew you were theirs, they knew they snatched you when nobody else could.

That security in the relationship quickly spiralled out of control with your growing, buddying friendship with the Slytherin boys.

It started off as sitting next to Barty during one of your classes. A harmless seating plan that sat you next to the boy who seemed a bit grouchy—no pun intended towards his name. A friendship blossomed, which extended towards the small group Barty kept close to him and before you knew it, you found yourself having a little membership too.

The boys weren’t amused. Not at all. You had dealt with their fits of jealousy here and there, but this was beyond that—this reached levels of pettiness you had never witnessed before.

“This is ridiculous,” you stated, biting back your giggles as you watched your three boys shuffle into the room without a bother in the world.

“I can’t imagine what you’d call ridiculous,” Sirius dismissed as he settled on the bed behind you, leaning over the edge to press a kiss to the top of your head. “We just wanted to hang out with our girl.”

You leaned your head back, shooting the boy a look. “I told you I was having a sleepover tonight.”

“You didn’t tell us who,” Sirius countered.

“Does it matter?” you asked.

“I believe my brother is jealous,” Regulus commented, sitting across from you with a joint between his fingers that had been passed around the group before the boys arrived.

“You are jealous?” you asked, your eyes filtering over each of the boys.

“It’s hardly jealousy,” Sirius scoffed.

“We just missed you,” James stated.

“You saw me less than two hours ago,” you retorted.

Remus shrugged. “I don’t see why we can’t join.”

You shook your head, though your amusement was clear. “You lot are a pain in my ass.”

“We love you too, baby,” Sirius grinned as he leaned down, this time pressing a kiss to your lips. You could feel his smile grow when his brother let out a disgusted noise.

“You’re going to scare away my friends,” you murmured with a playful pout.

“Good,” James said as he shuffled over to you, happily laying his head down on your lap and grinning up at you. “Means we get to keep you to ourselves.”

“Jealous bastards,” you huffed out a laugh.

“Your jealous bastards, sweetheart,” Remus murmured with a hint of a smirk, unashamed in his words.

Regulus blanched. “You guys can’t stay if you’re gonna try snogging her the whole night.”

Sirius only grinned. “Shut up, Reggie, or we will try shagging her instead.”

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itsjaywalkers · 3 months

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a lil smth under the cut for u guys <3

part 2 part 3

"Potter, if you dare to step any closer, I swear I will knock your teeth out."

Potter halts his advancement as soon as the sentence is out of his mouth, but Regulus remains tense, alert, shoulders stiff and hands itching to curl into fists. Maybe it's because he knows Potter more than enough after all these weeks of watching his matches and interviewing him after them. Weeks of listening to him brag, and taunt, and flirt shamelessly, despite Regulus always being set on retaining some sense of professionalism.

Maybe it's because of the way he smirks at Regulus' threat, or how he raises both hands in mock surrender, the gesture lazy and insincere.

Or maybe it's the fact that they're alone in the ring, even though Regulus should've left with his crew more than half an hour ago. And the fact that Potter isn't wearing a shirt, but he seems to be allergic to them, anyway, so it's not like it fazes him at this point.

That's what he keeps telling himself, at least.

"You can certainly try," Potter says with his hands still up, and offering a tiny shrug. "I don't know if I like your chances, though."

Regulus narrows his eyes. "You don't think I can fight you?"

"I don't think you can win."

He crosses his arms over his chest as he lets out a scoff, and Potter's smirk seems to grow bigger at the sound.

"And why the fuck not?" Regulus questions.

"Because I'm a professional boxer, love," Potter explains, his voice patient, but there's a certain mocking edge in his words that makes Regulus grits his teeth. "I wouldn't be where I am if someone like you could touch me."

"Someone like me?" Regulus repeats a bit incredulously. He can already feel that one vein in his forehead starting to pop out.

James chuckles, shaking his head a little. He finally drops his arms down. "You know what I mean."

"Actually, I don't. And I'm not sure I want to."

"C'mon, love—"

"Don't call me that."

"—you don't even know how to throw a punch."

Regulus blinks at him, not sure if he's heard correctly, and then he does a double take, barely repressing a derisive snort.

"Excuse me?" he murmurs. "Of course I know how to throw a punch."

"You think you know how to throw a punch," Potter corrects him, that infuariating smile still in place. Regulus is tempted to prove him how well he can actually throw a punch just to wipe it off his face.

"I mean, obviously I can't do it like you do, you're a professional athlete, for fuck's sake—"

"Oh, love, don't worry, I'd never hold you to my standards," Potter intervenes with a laugh, eyes shining with mirth. Regulus face is beginning to heat up, and he isn't sure if it's because of anger or something else. "I'm not talking about a boxing punch. I'm talking about a proper punch."

Regulus exhales loudly, fingers twitching. "Potter."

"Yeah?"

"I know how to throw a fucking proper punch."

Potter raises an eyebrow and he lets his gaze to go up and down the length of Regulus' body, slow and intentional. Regulus has a hard time not squirming, battling against his instincts to keep his face empty, to stop his thighs from pressing together.

"I bet you don't," Potter comments, once his eyes finally find Regulus' again. Unsurprisingly, it doesn't make breathing any easier. "You're too pretty to have been getting into fights."

Regulus is unable to suppress an indignant huff, cheeks coulouring at an alarming pace while his expression twists into a scowl.

"You don't fucking know me," he seethes, jaw so clenched it's slowly becoming painful. "You've got no idea of how my life looks like, or what I've done to get where I'm at."

Potter seems unbothered by the outburst. In fact, he kind of looks a little entertained.

"Maybe so," he concedes with a tilt of his head. "But I know you'd break easy."

Regulus' heart skips a beat. "I don't—"

"Just look at you," Potter goes on, staring him up and down once again. He still sounds slightly mocking, but there's something else in his tone this time. Something darker. "So fucking gorgeous. Holding yourself like you're goddamn royalty. You're feisty, and you're sneaky, I'll give you that, but you'd fold embarrisingly fast against me, wouldn't you, love?"

Regulus gulps, throat suddenly so dry it feels like sandpaper. He tries to shake his head, but his body isn't responding, and when he opens his mouth to snap back, nothing comes out of it.

"You like to act all tough and cold and as if nothing can touch you, but if I were to lay my hands on you—"

"Potter," Regulus manages to spit out, but it sounds hoarse. Weak.

"Oh, you'd break so beautifully for me, right, love? You'd put a bit of a fight at first, because you can't help yourself, and I like that about you anyway, but you'd let go at some point."

"Potter," he tries again, and it sounds a bit sharper, but still too close to a whimper for Regulus' tastes.

"I'd fucking ruin you if you allowed me to, Regulus." His name makes him tremble, goosebumps breaking into his skin, and Regulus has to bite his tongue to stop an inappropriate noise from escaping. "I know you want to. You're really fucking stubborn, and you almost fooled me that first time, that's true, but one can only keep that facade for so long. I've seen how you look at me."

"And how do I look at you?"

"Like all those girls who can't ask me for an autograph without blushing, thinking of me when they have their hands between their legs," Potter responds, gaze so intense it makes Regulus want to scream. "Like your cameraman whenever I stand a bit too close to him, always shifting his body the slightest bit so his shoulder grazes mine. Like Lily whenever I'm between her thighs, and she's begging me to let her come."

Regulus almost gasps, burning with fury but also with something that has nothing to do with it.

The audacity of this man, really. Regulus hates him. Despises him, even. Him and his absurd amount of confidence that has no business being this attractive.

It's hard to pretend to be unaffacted. To pretend he doesn't feel a stab in his stomach by that last statement, by the thought of James and Lily being together, even though it's something he's known almost since the beginning. To act like he doesn't care, like he isn't fucking aching between his legs, wet and hot and desperate.

Regulus doesn't think he completely manages it.

"You're so fucking full of yourself," Regulus grinds out, digging his nails into his arms so hard he's sure to leave marks.

"And yet I'm not hearing you deny it," Potter sing-songs, still grinning widely.

"I don't like you," Regulus insists, raising his chin.

"But you want me to fuck you."

This time, a strangled sound, high-pitched and bordering on needy, manages to slip out of Regulus' mouth, and James shows teeth, that feral light that appears every time he wins a match shining in his brown eyes.

"You wish," Regulus says, trying to save whatever dignity he has left, trying to fix this stupid mistake, this amateur slip up.

"I do," Potter confirms with ease, and Regulus can't swallow properly with the knot he has stuck in between his vocal chords.

"Shut up," it's all that Regulus can get out, which is quite pathetic, but still better than nothing.

"That's still not a denial," Potter points out, satisfaction oozing of him and making Regulus see red.

"I literally can't fucking stand you. I don't think it's necessary for me to tell you that I don't want anything to do with you," Regulus snaps. "Besides, if so many people are tripping all over themselves for you, then I don't understand why you're not bothering them instead."

"Because I want you."

Regulus actually chokes after that, a gulp of air getting stuck in his throat and his heart beating madly between his ribs.

"No." He shakes his head, furiously, desperately, and takes a step back almost at the same time that Potter takes a step forward.

"Yes," the other man presses, undeterred. "I want you, Regulus."

"Potter. Shut up."

"I can make you feel so good, love. You need to stop depriving yourself."

"Potter."

"I know you've thought about it. About me. I'm sure you're thinking about it now, about how amazing I'd feel between your legs, on top of you. Inside you."

"Potter. Stop."

"I bet your underwear is fucking soaked—"

"James."

It slips, sneaking past his lips without Regulus' permission, going unnoticed until it's too late to stop it, or take it back. He has the silly urge to cover his mouth with his mouth, as if that'd be enough to erase the word, the power and implications that name holds.

The reaction is almost immediate.

James' pupils spread out, eating at his irises at a concerning pace. Regulus is so distracted looking at them, that it takes him a moment to realise James is advancing, rushing towards him like a man on a mission.

Regulus retreats, nearly falling over in his haste, doing his best to get as far away from the other man as possible. But James is faster than him, and his back ends up colliding against one of the pillars of the ring. James has his arms bracketing his head in a matter of seconds, and all of a sudden, Regulus is trapped. With absolutely nowhere to go.

"Get away from me!" Regulus exclaims, voice all wrong and wobbly, hands coming up to push at James' chest but not daring to touch.

"Say it again," James demands, completely ignoring him.

"What?"

"Say it again."

Regulus scoffs weakly. "I don't want to."

"Regulus."

"Get. The fuck. Away. From me."

"Regulus."

It shakes him to his very core, and he's helpless to the shudder that rattles his frame, to the way his eyes screw close, so very tight his vision fills up with shiny spots.

When he opens them again, a few moments later, he ends up meeting James' hungry gaze head on.

It destroys the last of his defences.

"James," he repeats in a whisper, heat coiling in his stomach at the other man's intake of breath.

"Again," James asks, almost demands, voice low and strained.

"James."

"Again." And it's a beg.

"James."

"Yeah," the other man mumbles to himself. "Yeah."

James leans forward, and Regulus feels like he's about go into cardiac arrest until James turns his head at the very last second, mouth grazing the lobe of his ear instead of his lips.

"I'll teach you," he tells him softly. Quietly.

"What?" he asks, hardly breathing and refusing to move a single muscle.

James huffs, and it's amused. "How to throw a punch."

"My brother already taught me," Regulus retorts with a roll of his eyes. "And he's better than you."

"Was better than me," James shoots back, and despite this being a topic that usually annoys him, always getting him all petty and defensive, it barely drags an irritated sigh out of him this time.

"Winning one match doesn't mean anything."

"Except that it does."

"No, it doesn't. Sirius' been unbeatable for literal years, and he's worked his arse off to get to where he is, and you'll never—"

"C'mon, love," James whines against his ear, and Regulus has to swallow a gasp. "I'll lend you some comfier clothes and I'll show you how to stand and some tricks, make sure next time I'm being too much of a prick you can shut me up nicely. Maybe you'll even break my nose."

Regulus bites his lower lip, refusing to allow the corners of his mouth to curl upwards. "That does sound good."

James chuckles, and Regulus doesn't acknowledge the way that sounds fills his chest with warmth.

"So? Okay?" James wonders.

Regulus closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Hopes he won't come to regret this, and sends a silent apology to his brother.

He opens his eyes.

"Okay."

#been thinking about them lately #and i couldn't help myself #besides i haven't written anything in like . 5 days #i was actually going insane #anyways this is severely unedited and it's almost 3am and im fucking knackered #so im sorry if it doesn't make sense #but well i tried #and i had fun which is what matters etc #boxer james agenda

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hitmewithsomebooks · 3 months

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@jegulus-microfic Jan 22 - cry

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Tw: knife cut (accidental)

“Oh— fuck!” Regulus yelled, and James was in the kitchen in an instant.

“What’s wrong??”

“Nothing, I just cut myself, the fucking knife slipped…” Regulus answered, hissing as he stuck his finger under the tap.

“Oh, Reggie…” James frowned, examining the cut. It wasn’t severely deep, certainly not to the bone or anything, but it wasn’t a little scratch either.

“Here, let me.” The older man said, grabbing a washcloth from the shelf and wetting it. He wrapped it around Regulus’s finger, then led him to the bathroom.

“Sit there.” James instructed, pointing to the edge of the tub, and Regulus did, holding the washcloth tightly around his finger. James dug through sink drawers, finding gauze and bandages. He brought over a new, dry washcloth as well, removing the wet one. Regulus winced.

“I know, love.” James soothed, drying the area. He then unpackaged the gauze, beginning to wrap the cut snugly. After a few seconds, Regulus’s hand began shaking. James assumed it was simply pain, until he heard a sniffle. He glanced up, to find tears rolling silently down the younger man’s face.

“Reggie, baby, what’s wrong?” James asked, brows furrowing in concern.

“It’s, um, its nothing, ‘s dumb, I’m sorry, —”

"No, it's not nothing. Talk to me." James interrupted, finishing wrapping up his injured finger. He set the gauze and bandages down, tugging Regulus until he came down to the floor with him.

“Just… no one’s ever done that for me before.” Regulus answered quietly, forehead resting against James’s neck.

“What, wrapped a cut?”

“Yeah. Or anything, really. I sobbed the first time Pandora brushed my hair.” Regulus added, and James was overcome with sadness.

“Oh, Reg…” he murmured softly, clutching him tighter. Regulus chuckled, the sound watery.

“I’m okay, James, don’t worry. It’s just overwhelming sometimes.” Regulus answered, smiling against his neck.

“If you say so. But I’m not going to stop. From now on, I’m gonna kiss your every boo-boo. I’m gonna braid your hair, and button your coat, and absolutely brush your hair, and I’ll give you massages… anything you want, Reggie.” James babbled, his words coming out distractedly.

Regulus loved when he got like this. Sometimes James became so filled up with whatever emotion, whether it was anger or sadness, joy or jealousy, he would babble whatever came to his mind. He always sounded so passionate, and Regulus could listen to him all day. He pressed a kiss to James’s head, finally slowing the words tumbling out of his mouth. James leaned into him, rubbing a hand up his back.

“I love you, Reg.”

“I love you too, James.”

#james potter #regulus black #jegulus microfic #jegulus #james x regulus #marauders era #love #regulus deserved better #more fluff and I won’t stop #i can’t help myself #i love them #starchaser #sunseeker

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l0standn0tf0und · 5 months

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(I'll be honest, I don't really remember what the book says about this. And it’s also important to note that canon and fanon got mixed up in my head so much, so I can`t separate them)

But!

Just hear me out! Ok? It could be painful but anyway

Think about how Sirius came to Grimmauld Place for the first time since Azkaban. Firstly, he didn’t just come there after 12 years in prison. He came there for the first time since he was 16! But that's not the point.

The portrait of Walburga! I'm sure Sirius spoke to her!

Walburga couldn't just remain silent when she saw Sirius. She screamed at him, how he dared to come there, tried to kick him out of the Grimmauld. So Sirius immediately ordered Kreacher to cover the portrait. He tried to remove her from the wall… many and many times, but it was unsuccessful. So he had to accept that his mother would continue to grumble from under the cloth. Every time Sirius passed by, she continued to mutter, sometimes scream, and insult her own son. She called him a disgrace to the family, a blood traitor and said that he was not her son, not Black, and had no right to be here, she wished him death a lot of times. Walburga wanted to get him, to hurt him, and Sirius knew it. He knew he should ignore her. He tried, tried very hard to ignore insults from the woman who gave him life. It happened that several times he stopped in front of the covered portrait, but after a second, he gathered his strength and kept walking. But at one particular moment, something broke inside of Sirius. He furiously pulled the cloth off the portrait.

Just think about that conversation, if you can call it a conversation, that happened next.

Please, I'm begging, someone write extremely angsty and heartbreaking fanfic about it.

And also a few things that, in my opinion, happened then:

No matter how emotionally Walburga had screamed before, but the moment Sirius tore off the cloth, shouting “enough!” his mother sat there calmly with the coldest expression on her face, and the first thing she said was: “I’m not surprised that you betrayed Potters. You've been a wimp since childhood". And it was the moment they both new it, she got him, it was the point of no return.

It also seems to me that Walburga would blame Sirius for the death of his brother. Not because she thought so. Because she was hurt by the loss of Regulus, and she wanted to hurt Sirius the same way.

When Remus entered the Grimmauld Place that day, the first thing he heard was Walburga`s grating voice, resonating through the house in insults. She kept exclaiming all those awful things about family betrayal, Regulus`s death, and Potters, she even mentioned Remus. The next thing he found was Sirius on the floor in the very corner of the room, in complete darkness, because Sirius got used to this after 12 years. To the darkness and cold floor. Sirius sat there looking as miserable as never before. He was hugging his knees and rocking back and forth paranoidly. His eyes were red, tears were streaming down his cheeks, and all Sirius could say was a quiet and repeated "enough" mixed with sobs.

And also think if there was a portrait of Regulus in the house and if Sirius ever spoke to him.

this pics was created by Ai. I couldn't choose which one is better, that's it

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lizpottersworld · 2 months

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regulus angst is all i need

౨ৎ tolerate it.. (regulus black x reader)

summary: regulus was hard to love. yet you loved him so much, but somehow he always made you feel as if he was second guessing your love.

pairing(s): regulus back x reader,

okay, i kind of got carried away and ended up bringing a tolerate it etiquette to the imagine, enjoy and make sure to request more here!

Dating Regulus was the best thing to ever happen to you. You loved him unconditionally and deeply, but he always had his tendency to ruin everything between you two and make you feel like you were the only one trying. Thats how you always found yourself in the same situation over and over.

“You don’t understand!” He bellowed, fisting his hands by his sides in anger and frustration. Even though he was taking it all out on you, you still sat there on his bed with your hands on your lap.

“Okay, Reg, I get that,” You started, standing up as you slowly walked towards him, “Help me to understand.” You continued, a comforting smile on your face.

He shook his head, stepping back towards the door of the bedroom, “No. You’re just a mudblood you don’t understand what i have to go through.” He yelled, the words subconsciously spilling. You instinctively sucked a harsh breath in at his words, not hearing your boyfriend ever call you that before.

Had you done something that terrible?

“You may be angry but you have no right to speak to me like that.” You stood up straighter, your voice croaking at the infuriated look on Regulus’ face. No regret or remorse. Only a flicker of success.

“If you didn’t pester me to sharing everything about my life then we wouldn’t be in this situation.” He gritted out between his hungry glare. Hungry to taste blood and pain.

“You don’t get to blame this on me.” You stated, staring, unblinking at the boy you thought loved you. “You make it seem like i’m a bother to you, all I’ve ever tried to do for you is to be there and all i am is a pester? Can you blame me for trying to get my boyfriend to just talk to me!” You cried, desperate to hear sympathy or a sorry from him. But nothing. It never came, like usual.

He gulped, and a pause interrupted the brewing tension in the room between you two. For some reason, something in you told you that he didn’t mean it. He loved you, right? You loved him and he must surely love you, otherwise he wouldn’t be in this relationship?

“If you’re that bothered then just leave.” He laughed, either at the stupidness of the conversation or more-likely at you, knowing you stay every time. It made you feel small, really, but you only thought it was because you couldn’t imagine not being with him. Like he couldn’t imagine not being with you too, right?

Was anyone else going to love you the way he did?

Every time, you wanted to believe deep down inside of you that he would change. Because people change for the ones they love, right? Yet, every time he stayed his same, self-destructive self.

“No, because I like to believe that somewhere in here,” Your hand touched his chest where his heart should be, “There is a boy that loves me just as much as i love him. Am i right?” You smiled, feeling his arms find their way around your waist. Even then he didn’t respond to your question

Maybe he thought it was rhetorical?

You shook your head at the thought. No. He loves you.

He didn’t dare make the next move, too focused on holding back a knowing smile behind his lips that only you called home. You pulled him miserably into a one sided hug, feeling a somewhat relief as you felt him squeeze back.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, wanting to loosen the hug and return back to the book that he was obviously annoyed at having to put down, because he always claimed you ruined his time alone. As if you ever had any time together anyway.

“I love you.” You told him, moving back towards the bed. A sinking feeling in your stomach that you didn’t brush away this time when Regulus only hummed in acknowledgment. Your worst nightmare becoming a reality and thats when you realised after many years.

It was always going to be like this. A never-ending, repeating cycle of you helplessly running back to someone who doesn’t love you as much as you love them, like a lost puppy.

#marauders #marauders era #marauders imagine #regulus black imagine #regulus black #regulus black x reader #regulus black x you #regulus black x y/n #regulus black angst #regulus black sad imagine #marauders angst #tolerate it #taylor swift

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calliopesdiary · 19 days

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“it’s just anatomy, you’re only half of me. but still you don’t know me at all”

age: 13+

summary; reader has a depressingly long history of knowing her brother hates her, and always will.

warnings; reader struggles with depression, sirius is an ass and not helpful, remus is sensible, reader struggles with belluma

a/n: i’d highly recommend NOT reading if any of these topics are sensitive towards you, and this is not at all what so ever a “how too” on eating disorders. it’s simply a fictional description on how harming they are to a person. xoxo!

another a/n; too sweet part two is on its way!!

you must’ve done something horrible in your past life, because you were “blessed” with this family. the noble and most ancient house of black.

you were regulus’ fraternal twin, which meant sirius was your older brother.

he promptly cut you and regulus off when you were both sorted into slytherin. unlike sirius and regulus, you weren’t able to take punishments with an “oh well.”. you couldn’t make mistakes, and if you did there would be consequences. like if you got over 105 pounds you would be put on stricter diets, because as walburga would say…

“beauty is pain.”

July 19th, 1976 at 3;41am

You woke up with a jolt, after hearing a floorboard creak outside your room.

In a curious spur, you decided to check out what it was. maybe it was your cat? no, couldn’t be. she was asleep next to your pillow all night.

the floorboards felt like ice on your feet, as you padded silently across your room and towards the door.

“sirius?”

“what?”

“where are you going?”

“far away from here.”

“you can’t…”

“i can.”

“s-sirius… no..”

the lump in your throat built up out of nowhere, and the tears too.

“w-what about me? and reggie and—“

“you can figure it out, i can’t do this anymore. she’s going to murder me, y/n.”

he held his trunk in his fist, and his griffyndor tore back slung over his shoulder.

“take us with you then! she’s not going to go any easier on us.”

you fought back the hurt and hot tears, it wasn’t worth it.

“you cut us off in first year, both me and reggie barely hear from you. and now this?”

your sadness morphed into a furious rage.

“you know what, y/n? you’re just like her.”

“. . .”

“goodbye, sirius.”

you shut your door, before the tears came pooling down your cheeks.

one thing kept on echoing through your head.

“you’re just like her.”

you weren’t… were you?

september 1st, 1976.

the walk to the station was different, there was no yelling, no screaming, and no flipping off warburga.

it was just you and regulus, you’d think your parents would take you to bid their farewells but it wasn’t more than a fantasy.

“do you think he’ll say hello?”

“cut the delusions, dove. that’s the third time you’ve asked.”

“oh.”

regulus was adamant on ignoring his brothers existence, after the awful words he had spit out at his younger twin sister.

“maybe we could go say hello—“

“no, y/n.”

it was sad to see how dependent you were on him coming around, maybe leaving a note or two, but through the next few months you got— well, nothing.

december 17th, christmas break

“he looks healthy.”

you observe, as Dorcas sighs.

“that’s what you look like when you have a healthy household, love.”

you nod, your eyes doing more watching your food than eating it. you wish it could just disappear.

“aren’t you going to eat anything?”

evan asks worriedly, barty snickers from his position on evan’s lap.

“i don’t think she’s allowed to, mate.”

“eat? of course…”

you pecked at the food on your plate, and practically force feeding yourself.

out of pure observation, some would argue that the scale was your best friend.

the number 108lbs was displaying proudly and boldly on the scale.

“shit, i’m only supposed to be 104…”

you thought, there was only one thing for you to do. which seemed completely logical.

that limit was only set by walburga, and how blinded she was by beauty standards.

you stood menacingly infront of the toilet, hands shaky. merlin, if anyone ever found out..

funny, you hated being sick when you were a kid. now you couldn’t seem to stop making yourself sick.

december 23rd, 6:37am

you never expected gifts from your family, until your mother had sent a very nice (and tight) dress for the yule ball later that season.

the tag read:

“keep up the diet, i know you won’t disappoint me and your father.”

signed sincerely, walburga black.

not even a merry christmas? no happy new year? even happy holidays or well wishes would’ve been better. but that’s not how your parents functioned.

you heard a excited gasp from Dorcas.

“that is beautiful, y/n!!”

she squealed, inspecting it with care.

“thank you..”

you nodded politely, while hiding the tag under your leg.

“will you wear it to the ball?”

pandora asked from her position on the sofa.

“it’s not like i have anything else.”

you laughed, watching Dorcas admire the dress.

“well, you’ll look gorgeous.”

you simply scoffed. as if.

december 23rd, 5;34pm.

you had made a bold decision, knocking on the gryffindor common room painting was certainly not on your to-do list.

after begging the fat lady for the password, you successfully got in.

peter was the only one in sight, reading a some sort of book by the scorching fire.

“peter?”

“merlin, y/n. don’t sneak up on me.”

he jolted, running a hand through his messy hair.

“sorry, i just— needed to know, how is he?”

“who, sirius?”

“mhm.”

“he’s great, better than ever actually.”

“oh.”

was that your favorite word? it must’ve been.

“has he thought of us? me and reggie, i mean.”

“he hasn’t thought about the blacks in ages, why?”

the blacks? what the fuck? doesn’t he mean his family?

“the… the blacks?”

you responded, not really grasping at what he was telling her.

“well… euphemia has practically made him her son, so…”

you cleared the lump in your throat.

“r-right, of course.”

“do you need to see him?”

would you like too? yes, but you didn’t need to.

“um.. not at the moment, no.”

“alright, well… he probably won’t be to pleased that you’re in here.”

“whys that?”

“he says your just like that monster that lives in your house, and that he wants nothing to do with you.”

“he said that?”

you scoffed.

“it’s like he doesn’t even know me anymore.”

“hey, you were the one who screamed at him?”

“…what?”

“you screamed at him, when he left?”

“no i didn’t!”

you got a bit defensive.

“if i were to believe that id go get sirius, but something tells me he won’t believe you either.”

“merlin, what else has that fuckface said about me?”

“it’s not just him, y/n. it’s everyone.”

“what?”

that’s when the rumors pooled in.

“people are saying at y/n is a walking copy of walburga black.”

“shes the biggest blood-suprematist.”

“i feel so bad for sirius, having to live with two monsters like that.”

“dear, any sensible person would know those things aren’t true.”

Dorcas rubbed the small of your back, while Barty crouched (get it?) beside your face.

“b-but sirius said it himself! i’m just like her, aren’t i??”

you cried out, the mascara tears staining Barty’s pillow case.

“doll, we could just murder them all and every problem you’ve ever had—“

“shut it, junior! that’s not what she needs or wants!”

“would be nice.”

“violence isn’t an answer.”

thank godric for Dorcas Meadows and her level of sanity.

“he hates me now, it’s like he doesn’t even know me!”

“i’m sure he doesn’t hate you…”

“but he does, dorcas. he hates me.”

you spent the rest of the night sobbing in Barty and Dorcas’ embrace.

the rumors were a key reason why Regulus had been spending more time in detention.

you’d be surprised how many noses had been broken and bleeding if your name came out of anyone’s filthy mouth.

“so, little brother. what’s got you in here, for the fourth time this week?”

he wanted to punch his brothers smug grin off his face.

“unlike you, i’m attempting to salvage our sisters reputation.”

“what? the reputation she’s built for being mummy’s favorite?”

“you don’t even know her, sirius! you just guess how she is. you’ve barely even spoken to her since she was eleven! who was there for her first date? her first owls? her first boyfriend? her first breakup? i was! and you haven’t cared about her for years! the poor thing gets submitted to lifelong torture and trauma because he is mums favorite! i’ve watched her starve herself, binge eat, then throw it all up because that.. that creature has forced her to be under 105 pounds, that is insane! but you will never, ever understand that because you, sirius black, are a fool!”

regulus had never shouted so loud, and sirius looked bewildered and beyond confused.

“w-what?”

he simply replied.

regulus’ words must’ve packed a punch.

#marauders era #fem!reader #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #marauders #taylor swift #fanfiction #regulus black #black!fem!reader

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nixnight1 · 1 month

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The mother that never was - 980 wordd

Walburga learning of Regulus' death

Walburga was not a good mother, she never thought she was a good mother. She remembers perfectly what she thought the day Sirius was born. Her first son. A baby. She could hear his screams, and his face was all red, and his fists were tight like screaming was an effort. She remembers the feeling of the moment the nurse put him over her chest, and how he instantly calmed down. Walburga felt like she could breathe. That was the last moment she really did.

She didn’t raise Sirius. He wasn’t even her baby, not since the moment the family nannies took him to take care of him. ‘Your job was to have him, Walburga, now we start with the spare,’ Orion said when he found her walking to the nursery because Sirius was screaming his lungs off. So Sirius was her son…but she wasn’t his mother. Sirius didn’t have a mother until he ran away and even though it was probably the most traitorous thing to the family, she let him.

She got pregnant with Regulus not so later than Sirius’ birth, and that’s maybe the reason why she couldn’t have more children. It was okay because she did not want more. Regulus was tiny, so tiny, she was sure he would die. He was born a stormy night earlier than he should have, with almost thirty-three weeks, less than eight months on her body. Walburga thought she would die with him. She had never felt so much pain, not even when she was a child and her father punished her for not being a proper lady at the time. She had bleed and screamed and she was sure she had met Death’s hands when she lost consciousness. Regulus was…he was so small she was scared to touch him, and because the nurses were doing everything in their power to keep him alive, she never did. She didn’t hug Regulus like she did with Sirius.

She didn’t even hear him cry.

Regulus was a very quiet child while growing up, he didn’t look for her like Sirius did. He didn’t try to hug her, nor try to call for her. He had Sirius. Sirius wasn’t even so much older, and he was more motherly-like than Walburga had ever been. While she learned how to mute the crying, Sirius would chase after the nanny to see the new baby and help, he went crawling until he learned how to walk. And Walburga was sure he only learned so he could go faster.

Regulus was a good son. He didn’t look for a fight, and the moment he learned that if he did anything bad, Sirius would be punished –because Sirius would always take the blame– he stopped being a child. He tried to be good, to be enough, but for his disgrace, he had Walburga as his mother. The moment Sirius went away to Hogwarts, Regulus stopped smiling. The only moment Walburga really would see him was at dinner, and it felt like he wasn’t even there. When it was his turn to go and he came back for the holiday, her sons didn’t talk to each other anymore.

Walburga was just a witness, but she always knew the catastrophe didn’t start when Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor, it started when the two boys who used to be best friends since their birth, stopped being brothers.

Sirius gained a proper mother when he escaped the Black prison and stepped into the Potter paradise. He didn’t take Regulus with him, so Walburga was trapped and could only see the boy who stopped smiling, starting to lose himself in the family madness that had already reached him. Regulus just stopped being. He wouldn’t sleep, he would eat less and less every day. His eyes stopped shining like the living and he just would move in autopilot like he was a puppet.

‘You’re a good son,’ She said to him someday. Regulus had looked her in the eyes, with his dead Sirius-like eyes, and whispered ‘Thank you, mother’. Walburga couldn’t even remember the last time he had called her that.

Walburga wasn’t a good mother, she wasn’t a mother at all, so when Regulus disappeared the same way his brother did, she was sure it was because he had finally gained the bravery to go look for a real family too. She didn’t cry, nor really listen to Orion’s madness screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming. She sat in the drawing room and looked at the fire for hours.

She was not a mother, so realistically she didn’t lose a son.

She didn’t maintain the count of the days since Regulus went away, so she wasn’t sure when was the last time she had stepped into the tapestry room. She didn’t even know what day it was. It was like an instinct, her eyes went directly to the burnt place where Sirius’ face once was. The moment her eyes moved to Regulus’ place, it was like the same cold death-like hands that touched her face the day he was born were back. One moment she was standing, and the next one her hand was shaking, caressing the place where Regulus’ face should have been. In his place was instead a skull with a date.

Regulus Arcturus

1961-1979

She didn’t notice she was crying until the tears slipped between her lips. She didn’t make a sound, nor did she breathe. It was a new feeling, the mourning of a son. She didn’t feel it when it happened, she couldn’t know the exact date. Was it yesterday? Last week? If she was a real mother, could she have felt it in her heart? It was the same feeling she had when she was pushing him out of his body, the agony of being alive.

The suffering of Regulus' loss made her a mother in the end?

#regulus black #regulus deserved better #sirius black #black brothers #the marauders #marauders era #walburga black #walburga's a+ parenting #regulus and sirius #sirius and regulus #sirius orion black #the black brothers #black family #black brothers angst #the marauders era #slytherin skittles

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vxntagedior · 2 years

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Hello there, honey🤎

Your latest post gave me an idea, reader finally gets pregnant >timeskip< to when she gives birth. She’s in pain and scolds the boys for getting her preggo😂 but when the bby is born she’s like:🥺🥰 and the marauders s like:😍😭

Hope it makes any sense

part 2 to this blurb

"i hate you!" neither of the boys knew who you were screaming, just taking it anyways.

remus was next to you, his hand in yours, feeling the intend of your nails digging into your skin each time you pushed. sirius was constantly running a towel over your head, and james was in the corner trying to get over his panic attack about becoming a father

"it's a boy."

"oh god." you sighed, finally feeling relieve. "i have to deal with another one of you."

they all ignored your comment watching the nurses watch their son in blankets before coming back over to you.

"oh, hi baby." you cooed, your voice sweet and soft, very different from 10 minutes. "you're so handsome."

just from the color of his eyes, you all knew who the father was.

sirius was in tears looking into the grey eyes, ones that reminded him of regulus.

"i think i have a name." james announced finally joining you all. "harry regulus."

"that's beautiful." remus smiled, running his hand over your sweaty head.

"i love it."

#poly!marauders x reader #marauders x reader #poly!marauders x wife!reader #poly!marauders x fem!reader #fi's baby blurbs #james potter x reader #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader

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masivechaos · 9 months

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ast dance - send me a trope (enemies to lovers,...) + a type of reader (shy! reader, rockstar! reader...) + a character from the list above -> i'll write a short blurb!

friends to lovers + popular!reader + regulus black (guess who my fav character is 💀)

NICER THAN YOU - regulus black x gn! reader [0.481k] .ೃ࿐

summary: regulus' friends try to convince him you like him back

warnings: swearing

navigation / masterlist / taglist

People were so surprised when you and Regulus started to be friends and the discussions were filled with both of your names when you were around. You both were so different. You were a little ray of sunshine while him… well he was Regulus Black, the typical Slytherin that would only smile if it was before throwing a snarky comment. But somehow it worked.

You sat down at the Slytherin table, your tie unmatching the rest of the students. “Good morning, Reggie,” you smiled and you could hear his friends snickering at the nickname, but mostly they were impressed he didn’t kill you for calling him such a name.

“Hi,” he murmured as he discreetly slipped your favourite food into your plate.

“Thank you.”

Barty shared a look with Evan as he mocked you “Thank you,” he said imitating your voice. Regulus shot him a glare and you stopped him from saying or doing anything to his friend by placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

The group started to talk but you and Regulus were having a side conversation. “I love the book you gifted me!”

“Really?”

“Yes! The characters are so good! And the plot twist? The plot twist- don’t let me start on that one.” He smiled warmly at you, he could listen to you talking for hours.

“Y/n!” someone called for you from the Ravenclaw table. It happened a lot, everybody knew you and everybody liked you. Regulus couldn’t think of one person who didn’t like you, how could they?

You excused yourself before getting up. Leaving the Slytherins alone, the group started to talk. “This is honestly painful,” Barty complained.

“I agree,” Dorcas added.

“Shut up,” Regulus answered.

“They are right though,” Evan said. “You should tell them you love them.”

“No,” Regulus simply replied before adding “They don’t like me back.”

Barty looked at him, exasperated “Out of all of their friends, they spend most of the time with you. And– I really like you man but– they have some courage to bear you all day long when some people could be nicer than you. So yeah, they like you for sure.”

“One, fuck you. Two… are you sure?”

“Yes!” his three friends answered. Regulus looked at you from afar as you laughed and without meaning to, he started to smile. A small and discreet smile, but still.

“So what are you going to do?”

Regulus took a sip of his drink, ignoring his friends, before getting up and searching for something in his bag. He pulled out a letter. He wrote it some time ago, when he let the idea of dating you cross his mind but he quickly decided not to give it to you. But maybe now it was the right time. He wasn’t planning on watching you as you read it, but he could discreetly slip it in your bag...

⋆ ★ regulus black taglist: @ell0ra-br3kk3r @inkluvs @cauliflowertree @madison-rebel @moonlitmeeks @rhydianissuperior @loveeharrington @meredarling @jackys-stuff-blog @elenatries2write @juneberrie @f4iry-blush @gilmore-angel @heartfucks @songs4themoon @moondemon123 @mystic-writings @siriusblackstwin @natashxromanovf @unadulterated-syd @garfieldsladybird @starconfettii @percy-the-hufflepuff @fairydxll @spookydarkwitch @duxpuella @innerloverpainter @kieracassette @whennyxfallsinlove @venussflytraps @oncasette @goodoldfashionedluvergirl @widowbf @starlit-epiphany @rosalyn-s @etanordiesbullsh!t @sageskisses444 @luvmarsbars @jsjcue @mellozhi

#margot is writing! ੈ✩‧₊˚#margot's 1k event .ೃ࿐#last dance .ೃ࿐#the marauders #marauders era #marauders fanfiction #young marauders #regulus black #regulus black x you #regulus black x y/n #regulus black x reader

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lulu-recs · 23 days

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lead me into the light by third_crow

“wh– well– why–” james stammered, attempting to get his bearings, because if he didn’t, and he let regulus tell him ‘kiss me’ one more time, his heart would probably give out. “why don’t you get sirius to help?” regulus narrowed his eyes. “because sirius would just knock his teeth out,” he said as though it were obvious. “yes,” james hissed, “and he’ll knock my teeth out if I kiss his little brother.” “oh, yeah, great, so I’m the sacrifice,” he sighed. “you can take a hit, Potter, I’ve seen you on the quidditch pitch,” regulus waved him off, and james groaned, leaning away from him. “precisely,” regulus stepped right into his space, and james felt his chest go a little hot.

or, Regulus asks James for a favor to get his ex off of his back, and James makes bad choices.

like real people do by third_crow

“could I get a name for the order?” marlene asked. “serious,” the man replied. “like the star,” he clarified, and remus mentally scratched out 'serious' and rewrote 'sirius' in his head. “the… star?” marlene asked, her pen hovering over the cup as she hesitated. “s-i-r-i-u-s,” remus said. he stocked croissants into the display case, not looking up. “the dog star,” he added, “brightest star in the sky, actually. visible from both hemispheres.” when he looked over, the man– sirius– seemed surprised, his eyebrows raised as remus spoke, and when remus finished, he blinked a few times before smiling lopsidedly. “er– yeah,” he breathed a laugh. “that.” there was a baby on his hip. somehow, it had taken remus a second glance to notice that.

or, remus works as a barista and sirius comes in every morning with the world's cutest baby, and man, these two just wrote the book on mutual pining, huh?

season of pumpkin spice by blackoccamy

out of many obvious perks of working at a coffee shop - like actually being paid and having near unlimited access to coffee - if you had to select one, you would point to the customers you could observe. of course, you knew all the stories about how working in customer service was a pain, people being basically just people, sure. but it has never been the case in the coffee shop that you worked for now. it was hard to explain why. all kinds of different types of beings would parade in front of the counter on any given day, but either there was some actual magic at work, or the enchanted cafe only attracted the polite ones.

the lines we cross by yumenouveau

once the idea hit him, sirius could not get it out of his head. remus was perfect for him, so why had they never dated? and now that they were both newly single, why did remus think it was such a bad idea?

moonstruck by pixelated (prettyremus)

sirius can ease his aches with a few little tricks he’s learned over the course of their friendship and inevitable romantic relationship— a nice hot bath, a few pain relieving potions, a full-body massage… a good fucking.

and, luckily for them both, sirius knows how to tame the wolf.

the other side of the wall (or laundry day is every day) by bluberd

sirius has never been the most moral of people, but he's pretty sure that wanking off to the sounds of remus having sex is crossing some sort of line.

you make loving fun by playitasitlays (on going)

remus lupin is a barista with zero social skills and boom one day he meets the mysterious, leather jacket-wearing sirius black. also, remus is best friends with regulus black. what could go wrong?

one single thread of gold tied me to you by itsprettyunfortunate

after a really terrible one-night stand, sirius wants nothing more than to forget what happened. it doesn’t help at all that he keeps running into that handsome stranger wherever he goes.

would that I by third_crow (on going)

sirius studied Remus’ face. he was curious what he thought of all of this, the only one of them who didn’t have a mark– theoretically– and the only one with a muggle parent. muggles didn’t get marks, he knew. if remus’ parents were soulmates, then they wouldn’t know it. he wondered if there was a way to tell, though. if they could just feel it, somehow, even without the help of some magical fate.

because it seemed like something you would just know, just from being near someone, from being close enough to them, from being in the same space. like their souls would attract like magnets or like water droplets traveling down a window, waiting to merge until the last moment when they realized they were on the same path, and then they’d become one.

was that fate, sirius wondered? he realized remus was staring back at him, his eyes puzzled and curious and warm. sirius looked away first and didn’t look back, pushing down something heavy and impossible in his chest.

or, the marauders soulmates au where your soulmate shares your scars in gold, and everyone is oblivious, pining, and/or in denial.

what's it gonna be? by fen (alarainai), industrations

the probability of meeting the same stranger twice in london is low. but three times? well, that’s pretty damn impossible. it’d take fate, destiny and some divine intervention from the universe to have them meet again.

“sirius?” ...maybe the universe really is looking out for him.

or sirius, remus, missing trains and the embarrassing pursuit of happiness.

say what you mean by fen (alarainai), industrations

james thinks the man might be new, which would explain his attitude and lack of real grace as an attendant. james still grabs the drink with a thanks, taking a much-needed sip.

“anything else?” regulus asks. your number, your life story, your hand in marriage.

“nothing for now.”

or winning over the grumpy flight attendant: a guide by james fleamont potter.

stay with me by charmstwit, pigeononacloud (on going)

secondary genders have been repressed for generations until one day they are suddenly back. james, remus, and sirius are just trying to navigate 7th year at hogwarts without losing their minds. luckily for them, they are best friends who are willing to help each other out. it's just a little bit of knotting between friends, right? totally temporary.

casanova & his moon by youprettythings (on going)

it was difficult for him to ignore. sirius was impossible to ignore, really. he knew what he had signed up for. he knew it wasn't a good idea when he put his signature down on the lease, but he couldn't help himself. remus liked to think he was an intelligent person, but it seemed logic and self preservation went out the window once a certain steely eyed individual became involved.

remus loves sirius. sirius is clueless. after pining after his best friend for years, remus decides he needs to put an end to it. he gets out of his comfort zone and tries to move on - making questionable decisions in the process.

sirius sees something he wasn't meant to and deals with the aftermath.

two idiots falling in love in winter by r33sespieces

when art history PhD student remus lupin books the last ticket to an anniversary showing of titanic, he’s forced to share a loveseat with a stranger, and a chance encounter turns into so much more.

a cauldron full of hot, strong love by r33sespieces

when sirius black bumps into his favourite omega camboy at a work event, it doesn’t go even remotely as he expects. he smells wrong, for one thing. for another, he has a partner sirius didn’t anticipate. but when sirius snags an invite home with him anyway, what else is a lonely alpha to do?

it is a good time to panic! by blackoccamy

when drama strikes, who you gonna call? Harry calls his fey-father. obviously.

borrowed potion by stardust_kenobi

after a long day, remus suggests using the veritaserum he borrowed from severus in a game of truth or dare with you and sirius. you aren't able to hide your feelings any longer after just a few drops of the potion.

the winner takes it all by damn_it_derek_hale

you planned to leave your life in wizarding britain behind after your relationship with sirius black and remus lupin fell apart but then mycroft holmes presents you with the option to take his place in the duelling competition that hogwarts is hosting.

unfortunately, this means coming face to face with remus and sirius who have realised what they've lost and will try anything to win you back.

raspberry donut by samunderthelights

since losing his job, sirius spends his days at the coffee shop where remus and lily work. remus is happy to spend more time with him, but he can't help but worry that sirius is in trouble. because he spends hours scribbling something down in his notebook - which he closes as soon as Remus comes near him - and it isn't like him to keep a secret.

my cup of tea by fivepips

sirius runs a queer coffee shop, remus waits outside to meet up with a friend every week -- until they finally come in one day.

i can be mean too, baby by rottin6

wide eyes stare at remus and he loves it. “what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he can feel where pale cheeks heat up beneath his palms. he can see where small hands clenched into fists down at his sides.

sirius looks down at his lips and the motion makes remus look down at his and before he can even look back up, sirius is all over him. his mouth on his, slick with cherry flavoured lip-gloss. it’s all consuming, heavy and everything he wants. and even though something nags at him to pull away, he kisses him back.

kisses him like they weren’t fighting a few hours ago. kisses him like they didn’t break up and ruin each other completely. kisses him like he can’t get enough.

or, sirius crashes his ex's party.

blends by rvltn909

words got in the way sometimes, but remus got the sense sirius knew what he was trying to say.

another coffee shop au.

bewitched, bothered, and bewildered by anonymous

it is the marauders final year at hogwarts and the graduation ball is fast approaching. but remus doesn't know how to dance. luckily, he has just the friend to show him.

staying strangers by 3amandcounting (on going)

sirius get's given a wrong number, remus definitely isn't being sarcastic, and they should probably agree to stay strangers...

#r. march 24 #ao3 #check tw’s and descriptions!#these are all over the place #Some are pure fluff and others basically just smut so check what you’re comfortable reading x #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #regulus black

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hotdamnitsmoony · 4 months

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the marauders and co as songs pt5

every single time i listen to matilda by harry styles i think of regulus and sirius. i imagine james & remus saying different parts of the song to them.

“you can let it go, you can throw a party full of everyone you know, and not invite your family ‘cause they never showed you love” is remus to sirius. he’d constantly be telling him that his relatives don’t define him and that he’s loved. also the “you can let it go” part could stand for remus telling sirius he’s allowed to move on and live his life without his mother’s legacy in his ear whispering hate.

“you talk of the pain like it’s all alright, but i know that you feel like a piece of you’s dead inside” is james to regulus. he’d always be there for regulus when he’s struggling, even when he won’t admit it. he’d see through his “i’m fine”s and he’d tell him that it’s okay to not be okay, and that someday the pain will begin to become less.

i also think the “you can start a family who will always show you love” line applies to them because i think that the marauders in general created their own family within themselves despite their home lives, differences and trauma. they made a safe space that they’re reminded of every time they’re together.

#marauders #marauders era #marauders as songs #the marauders as songs #james potter #regulus black #sirius black #remus lupin #black brothers #dead gay wizards #marauders drabble #sirius orion black #james fleamont potter #regulus arcturus black #remus john lupin

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somehow the scenes where regulus laughed at sirius beyond his back for his sexuality back when they were at hogwarts feel even more painful now. his little brother. laughing. like all the others at hogwarts. even when he didn't believe the shit they said. the isolation s must have faced is breaking my queer heart.

also, is it okay if i ask if we'll ever see the gardener's son again? or at least get a mention of him? or is it all in the past now?

mmhm one thing abt me i will be writing some familial homophobia...and like the thing is. regulus did kinda believe the things people said. he didn't think "oh my brother's a gross homo" but he did think "why can't sirius just be normal why does he have to act that way" which. is its own form of homophobia. and part of the reason that he laughed along + never stuck up for his brother, and even sometimes resented sirius for not just "being normal" because it meant people were more likely to judge regulus by association 🤧

and as for what that means regarding regulus's own not-quite-straight sexuality--i have a whole conversation between reg + sirius in my head that i want to include once i find a good spot to put it, so that will be expanded upon more eventually....hopefully soon but ig we'll see lol.

and the gardener's son 💀 please i wish i could tell u (+ everyone else who's asked) but to be quite honest i am still deciding what to do with him. started off with one plan but now i'm thinking i might wanna take things in a different direction, so...no answers there 4 u rn lol

#ask #wfrau

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crookedkingdomruinedme · 1 year

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Kimchay in Hogwarts <3

Yes, I'm still stuck on my fic but here's a Kimchay Hogwarts AU.

Like I said in my last post, Kim's a Slytherin in a house full of Gryffindors (straight parallel to Sirius, who was a Gryffindor in a house of Slytherins) and Porchay is a Hufflepuff, just like his brother.

To make all characters fit in, let's just pretend that Kim's only a year older than Chay but they're in the same year as Kim rolled in late. So, both of them are in their 5th year. Chay's 15 while Kim just turned 16.

Kim's the lone wolf of 5th year. (Inspired by Regulus Black my beloved) and doesn't really interact much with anyone. Dubbed the Ice Prince due to his stunning looks but his cold face, he mostly stays to himself with his nose stuck in a book and does his things without bothering anyone. He's, obviously, a star here as well for his music, but it's always uploaded anonymously, and so far no one knows who actually Wik is. So yeah, he's more than a bit touch starved and very bad at actual student social interaction. He doesn't even talk to his brother/s at school at all due to the constant rivalry between Gryffindors and Slytherins (never mind the fact that he thinks Kinn doesn't even want to talk to him after his sorting). Vegas, for the most part, leaves him alone unless there are some "joint jobs" to do with Kim. Macau, being the annoying cousin he is, always seems to stick to Kim and disrupt his peace. But that's all anyone sees on the surface.

Porchay's the sunshine of 5th-year students. A chill guy who's fun to hang out with and never judging. Everyone knows him or has at least heard of him (just like everyone knows Kim but for exactly different reasons). He's famous for his kind personality and acceptance of all things weird(TM). He's comfortable with his sexuality and is a great help to students who just want to explore or talk about their gender/sexuality issues to someone other than an adult. An absolute Wik fan and always daydreaming about who the person could actually be. So yeah, he's comfortable in his lanky form, has a cool brother who's also a pain in his arse, helps around at the herbology garden whenever he can, and is a good tutor, even if he is not that extraordinary at studies. The other students are kind of freaked out by the two brothers. It's like they have twin telepathy with the way they understand each other by just looks.

Anygays, That's their background in the school.

Kim's a straight-A student, obviously. He's an extraordinarily strong wizard, being able to do a variety of spells that someone of his age shouldn't be able to. This just adds to the rumors that already surround him though, about how he's secretly a dark magic practice and stuff. He's on top of the class by a mile to the other students, untouchable even in his studies. The one class he thrives the most is Defense Against Dark Arts, it's as if he was born to do it. Ironic considering his overall image at school.

But of course, every smart student faces a challenge in at least one class, and for him it's Herbology. Even though animals absolutely adore him, it's as if these plants can't even look in his direction. It's frustrating him to no end. He's mad at himself too, how can a few plants hate him with such an intensity that they won't even come near his hands???

It's bad for his OWLs too, which he's already stressed enough about it as it is, he doesn't need saplings adding to it. He needs to pass this class damn it!

The worst part is that no one's willing to help him. He doesn't really have anyone to ask for help. He's 100% sure Kinn would walk the other way if he even comes close to him (he already averts his eyes whenever they see each other anyway). Macau's just as shit as him in caring for anything, no matter alive or not. Vegas doesn't even take these classes, and even if he did, Kim wouldn't go near him with a ten-foot pole. It's not really as if he has any friends, with students always walking the other way if he so much as comes close to them. And he gets it, okay? He absolutely does. He wouldn't go near himself if he could, either. But this also means he's stuck without any help and he's scared of falling behind in his classes and what Papa would do if he failed one.

Enter Porchay, An absolute god at Herbology but horrendously lacking in his Defence against Dark Arts skills. He also wants to pass OWLs with flying colors, if only to help his brother and make him proud. After all, Porsche passed with one of the highest scores of his age, and who is Porchay if not competitive?

It starts one evening when Porchay's helping Professor Sprout with arranging the new batch of seeds needed for the second semester when he sees Kim, sitting in one of the greenhouses and looking at a book with such fury Porchay was scared that it might just catch fire.

Of course, Porchay recognized him. Kimhan Theerapanyakul is a mystery to everyone in Hogwarts. A kid that didn't speak much but always seemed to look superior to anyone. Porchay has seen him around the school, and even shares a few classes with him, but has never talked to him. He's beautiful, Porchay thinks, vastly different from his two older Gryffindor brothers.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he asks Professor Sprout what Kim's doing here, to which she sighs and tells him how that kid just won't give up on this class even though he's on the verge of failing.

And hey, Porchay can respect a stubborn person with enough fire to keep going. It's when the professor goes on to say how he's got more than enough points from his DADA classes that a light bulb goes off in his head.

Porchay's always been a bit reckless, a trait shared between both the Kittiswat brothers. He knows and has heard about the different rumors surrounding the other boy, ranging from curious to borderline disturbing, but will he listen to them? No. He likes to make observations on people by himself, something that will eventually be his downfall, but for now, it's that curiousness that pushes him forward to stand behind the green-clad boy and tap his shoulders.

He interestingly notes how Kim didn't even flinch at the sudden contact but simply looks at him with an eyebrow raised.

For now, Porchay extends his right hand out for a handshake, smiles brightly, and says, "Hello, I'm Porchay, and I'd love for you to be my DADA tutor"

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Sirius had always hated birthdays. He liked the part when he was the center of attention and everyone gave him love and affection. But there was something that made him sad, perhaps the feeling of getting older or perhaps the trauma that his family had given him.

Remus remembered the first birthday he spent with Sirius. He turned eleven. He wasn't happy about getting older. Except for the fact he would go to Hogwarts next year.

But once Remus found out it was Sirius' Birthday because Regulus yelled about it, Remus tried to make it a happy day for Sirius. Remus let Sirius pick up the games. They did whatever he wanted. Remus made him laugh. He asked his mum to bake him a chocolate tart, like the one she did for Remus. Sirius ate it all, leaving stains of chocolate through his whole face. He looked adorable.

Remus did the best to make Sirius feel special and happy. And it worked for a while. Until Sirius' family arrived for a fancy dinner. And Sirius was forced to go.

"Can Rosie come?" Sirius asked. He looked sad now. And it broke Remus' heart.

Walburga gave Remus a disgusted look.

"Sorry, darling" she answered "It is only a family dinner. You do understand"

"Yeah, of course" Remus answered shyly.

Sirius was angry now.

"I am not hungry" he spat "I ate too much tart"

Walburga kneeled down to face her son. Her eyes were intense and scary. It gave Remus chills down his spine.

"You are coming with me whether you want to or not..." Walburga said carefully "Everyone came especially to see you. You are letting your Grandparents, Uncles, Auntie and cousins see the birthday boy, right?"

Her smile wasn't welcoming. It sounded like a threat. Remus didn't want to leave him alone with them.

"Let's get you changed into nicer clothes" Walburga gave her son a look before standing up and dragging Sirius away. Sirius turned to look at Remus helplessly.

Remus didn't know what to do. He was just a kid. So he cried for the rest of the night on his mother's lap.

Now Sirius' eighteenth birthday wasn't the exception to make Sirius sad. It had been a tough year for him. He had ran away from his wicked family after his father beated him up that summer. And his favorite Uncle Alphard died a few days ago. Remus knew Sirius wasn't okay, even though he pretended he was.

But Remus was going to make this birthday special as well. He figured he owed to him. They were closer than ever. And Remus loved him. He would do anything for Sirius. He would die for him.

"Of course we are having a big party for him" James said.

James and Peter agreed that Sirius needed cheering up and distraction after everything that had happened to him.

"All of his day will be busy and fun that he won't have time to feel sad"

Remus was still worried though. Sirius' mind tended to go to the darkest places. Remus just wanted to take his pain away. He would do anything to see Sirius smile and enjoy his day.

The morning of Sirius' Birthday, his three friends tiptoed to his bed. Sirius still looked peacefully asleep. And Remus' heart skipped a beat because as he grew, he got even more beautiful.

James counted with his fingers. Three... Two... One...

"Happy Birthday Padfoot!!"

"Happy birthday Padsie Baby!"

"Happy birthday, Pads!"

The three boys yelled at the same time. And Sirius woke up in a beat, kind of scared. James played In Da Club by 50 cents. The part when he rapped: "Go shawty, it's you birthday!". And James began dancing foolishly to the song, followed by Peter.

Sirius smiled deliciously and Remus was compelled to dance as well. Only to see that gorgeous smile of his.

Sirius laughed looking at his friends. When Sirius' eyes crossed with Remus, he stopped breathing for a second. He was looking at him and smiling at him. If only Remus could kiss his bloody lips right now. If only he could wrap his arms around him and call him his. Remus was desperately in love. But he had to contain himself. Because James and Peter didn't know about them. About their thing, more likely. So he just smiled back.

"How are you feeling, birthday boy?" James asked. Sirius finally moved his gaze away from Remus. And Remus could breathe again.

"Good"

"You're finally eighteen so you can officially buy some beer for us" Peter announced.

"You're eighteen as well, Wormy"

"Yeah but you look eighteen..." Peter sighed, sitting on Sirius' bed "I look fourteen"

"Oh you're such a baby!" James squeezed Peter's cheeks while he protested.

"Shut up!"

The Marauders laughed.

"And Sirius is so old..." Remus joked, wrinkling his nose.

"But even more handsome" Sirius smirked.

Remus couldn't say no to that.

"You wish"

"You know is true, Moony..."

Remus tried not to blush.

"Presents!" James interrupted, grabbing a big box from his bed and passing it to Sirius "You're are going to love mine"

Sirius grabbed it and opened it with a smile.

The bastard of James picked up the best presents for everyone. He got Sirius a cool poster of the motorcycle he fell in love with over the summer. And a set of clothes that included a lot of leather. Perfect for a motorbike boy. Leather jacket, leather trousers, a cool band t-shirt.

"Wow!" Sirius beamed "Prongsie!"

James was smiling gracefully.

"So you stop whining about how much you want that bike..." James said "But the actual motorcycle is on you"

Sirius laughed and opened his arms for James.

"Thank you, Prongsie. I love it"

James came closer and let himself be hugged by Sirius.

"I love you, Padsie" James gave him a quick kiss on his head.

Remus noticed James looked kind of sad as well. Perhaps he was worried about Sirius. Sometimes Remus thought he loved Sirius the most but James could easily compete with him and even win.

"Open mine next" Peter said, giving Sirius a small package.

Sirius was happy as he picked it up. And he opened it.

Peter got Sirius a cool black shirt with tiny stars as a pattern. It looked very elegant for a party or a formal dinner. And it was perfect for Sirius' style. He surely loved it.

"Oh my God!" Sirius gasped when he looked at it.

Peter blushed, proud of himself.

"I saw it and I thought of you" he smiled.

"You have good taste, Wormtail"

"You say that like it surprises you"

Sirius simply smiled in response.

"Fuck you" Peter rolled his eyes.

James and Sirius laughed. Remus smiled.

"Thank you, Wormyboo" Sirius blew him a kiss.

"You're welcome" Peter shrugged.

"It looks like a girl's blouse..." James added, taking a look at it.

"Shut up, James Potter" Sirius took it back "You don't know the first thing about good fashion, Mr. Double Denim"

"Double Denim is cool!"

"No darling" Sirius laughed, shaking his head.

"Remus" James said, looking intensely at him "Are you going to give Sirius your present?"

Remus had been entranced by Sirius' happy reactions to his presents that he hadn't said anything until now. James, Peter and Sirius were looking at him expectingly. Sirius' eyes were full of curiosity and hope.

Remus blushed and cleared his throat.

"Oh yes, certainly" he walked to his bed and retrieved the small package between his hands. This was pathetic.

"Happy Birthday, Sirius" he gave him the sweetest smile.

Sirius practically ripped the paper off and Remus could see that what he saw disappointed him.

"That's a really big bar of chocolate" Peter broke the ice.

"My favorite" Sirius faked a smile "Thank you, Moony"

If Remus could, he would give Sirius the moon and the stars. He would go to the end of the world to make him happy. He would give him his whole self. His whole life. Everything he was. Everything he owned. All his love. Sirius could have his heart. It belonged to him anyways.

But how could he express all of that in a tangible present? Firstly, Remus didn't have the money to buy him something cool or fancy like James and Peter. And secondly, Remus had prepared something else. Remus had it in his drawer. But he was embarrassed to give it to him now. In front of the lads. He was scared of giving his feelings away. Or everyone noticing something more than friendship between them.

So he got him that chocolate bar for now.

"I didn't have time to get you anything else..." Remus swallowed embarrassed.

"It's okay, Moony" Sirius said "Good thinking. If I have this big bar to myself, I won't take more of yours"

"Yeah exactly" Remus faked a smile as well.

Sirius stared at him intensely. Remus felt naked.

If only Sirius knew how much he loved him, how much he cared. Remus wanted everything with Sirius. But he settled snogging him in secret or whatever it was they were doing. Perhaps Sirius deserved better. But Remus couldn't let him go.

"We are also having a huge party for you, birthday boy!" James luckily broke the awkwardness and tension. And Sirius smile was back "Everyone is invited! Everyone wanted to celebrate with you, sunshine.... Lots of girls" his eyes fixed on Remus for a second "Perhaps you can pick up someone to fool around tonight and distract yourself"

Sirius tensed and gave a worried look at Remus. Remus tried to keep his eyes on the floor.

"Or maybe not" Sirius said angrily "I want to spend my birthday with you guys. Unless you are abandoning me for your love interests..."

"Lily is my girlfriend..."

"I wish..." Peter whispered.

Sirius frowned.

"No...no... No" James shook his head and squeezed Sirius' cheek "Today is your day. Nothing is more important to us than you, right lads?"

"Suree!" Peter nodded.

"Nothing is more important" Remus added.

Sirius crossed eyes with Remus. Remus sensed he wanted to tell him many things. But Remus didn't want Sirius to worry on his big day. The important thing was that he was happy. So he smiled at him to let him know everything was okay.

"You're wearing my shirt to the party, right?" Peter asked.

"Of course not! He is wearing my t-shirt and jacket. They are cooler" James teased.

They began competing and fighting about it which made Sirius laugh.

"Shut up, you wankers"

Remus was happy to see Sirius having a good time. He was going to make sure the rest of the day stayed that way.

*****

Sirius became the center of attention for the rest of the day. Breakfast was full of compliments, delicious food and presents. The Marauders and the girls took him to Hogsmeade so he could buy his first legal beer. Sirius was very proud about that one.

"Having fun, birthday boy?"

Remus asked Sirius as the two of them sneaked away from their friends to smoke. Finally Remus had Sirius for himself. He had Sirius' real present burning inside his bag.

"Sure..." Sirius nodded "I wish we could be alone though" he added "I could use some kisses"

Remus chuckled.

"We are alone now"

Sirius' smile disappear.

"Our friends are near"

Remus sighed "We will find a moment later"

"Moony..."

Whatever Sirius wanted to say was interrupted by a phone call. Sirius took out his phone and saw his brother's name on the screen. He had been trying to avoid phone calls from his entire family. But not Regulus'.

"Hey Reg" he answered as he stood up and walked away "Thank you..."

Remus knew Sirius still cared for his little brother. If Remus could, he would fix whatever was going on between them. He didn't have siblings so he didn't know. But perhaps there was something he could do. Perhaps he could invite Regulus to Sirius' party. That would make Sirius happy. That Regulus attended on his own.

****

Remus waited a moment to have Sirius alone again. But it seemed impossible.

The party was huge and everyone wanted to talk to Sirius, give him drinks or dance with him. Especially girls. Remus tried not to be jealous and act like cool friend. Because that was all he was.

It was Sirius who found him alone just outside the bathroom. Remus didn't have time to react when Sirius pushed him against the wall and kissed him. He tasted like alcohol.

"Mmhm..." Remus smiled between kisses "I thought it was your birthday not mine"

"I've received many things from people today, but all I wanted was to kiss you" Sirius kissed him again.

Remus' heart filled with joy when he heard that.

"You are certainly a celebrity today" Remus said "More than you normally are"

Sirius scoffed.

"There are a lot of people here I don't really know. Prongs just invited everyone" Sirius sighed "Even Reg is here with his weird friend"

Sirius looked at Remus and Remus tried to play innocent.

"Reg is here? That's great"

"Moony... He told me you asked him to come"

Damn. Remus forgot to tell Regulus not to say anything. He sighed.

"I figured you wanted to have your little brother at your birthday party" Remus shrugged.

Sirius' eyes moved through Remus' face. At first he thought he was angry. But then Sirius smiled.

"I know we haven't been having the best relationship lately, but I really wanted him here" Sirius' eyes glowed. "Thank you, Moony"

It was incredible the joy he felt to see Sirius happy and satisfied. Remus wanted to scream. Remus wanted to laugh. Remus wanted to kiss Sirius and tell him how much he loved him.

But he was scared. It was not possible that Sirius felt the same way he did. He couldn't be completely in love with him like Remus was.

"I have something for you" Remus said instead.

Sirius raised an eyebrow.

Remus took out the package he had been hiding inside his jacket all night. And he handed it to Sirius.

"Happy Birthday, Sirius"

Sirius was surprised.

"I thought you already gave me something this morning" Sirius said, grabbing the package.

"You really think I would only give you a chocolate bar for your birthday?"

"Knowing the chocoholic you are, yes..."

Remus laughed "I didn't want to give you this in front of James and Peter"

Sirius looked at Remus curiously.

"What are you waiting for? Open it up!"

Sirius did as he was told. He unwrapped the package and gasped at its contents.

Sirius firstly stared at a picture frame decorated with moons and stars all around it. It was a picture of three children, dressed up like pirates smiling happily at the camera. The boy in the middle was Sirius, looking handsome with that mischievous smile of his and his intense gray eyes. The boy on the left was Regulus, with a tiny smile and smart eyes, very mature for his age. And the girl on the right, was Remus before his transition.

Even though he didn't like to look at his old pictures that much, Remus liked this one. Because it had been a happy day with the two Black boys. They had had so much fun.

"Oh my God!" Sirius exclaimed and laughed "Look at Reggie's face"

Remus smiled because Sirius seemed so happy.

"I found my mum's old camera over the summer" he said "We look so happy in that picture"

Sirius smiled as well.

"The frame is handmade. Took me a while to draw all those moons and stars. I am not an artist like you" Remus chuckled.

"I love it"

And to prove it, he hugged to his chest, with eyes filled with tears.

"Look at the other thing" Remus added to distract Sirius from crying.

Sirius looked at the CD in his hand. "The Moon and the Stars" was written on the cover. "Songs from Moony to Padfoot".

"It's a silly name but I figured... I mean we are the moon..." he pointed at himself "and the Stars..." he pointed at Sirius. Then he felt embarrassed about it.

"There are just a few songs that remind me of you or make me think about you when I listen to them" Remus explained nervously "I reckon you would like them. They are not romantic cheesy garbage but actually cool..."

Sirius was speechless, staring at his present.

"I know is not much..." Remus added "I don't have a lot of money to buy you something better, but..."

Remus was interrupted by a fierce kiss. Remus was suddenly out of breath again as Sirius pinned him to the wall.

And Remus gave into the kiss as he stroked Sirius' hair and Sirius' neck, pulling him closer. His heart was beating so fast, it was going to get out of his chest any time soon.

Remus loved him so much, it couldn't be healthy. He loved him. He loved him. He loved him.

They only stopped kissing when they were out of breath.

"I'd take that as a thank you"

Sirius laughed "I really loved it, Moony" he said "Thank you so much. You are amazing"

Sirius kissed him again. This time delicately.

It was all worth it. Seeing Sirius like this, seeing him happy on his birthday. It was worth it. Remus wished he could be there for the rest of Sirius' birthdays to make sure he has a nice day. It didn't matter if Remus and Sirius weren't boyfriends. Even only as a friend, Remus would love him and would do anything to make Sirius happy. This feeling was eternal, it would never be over.

#Happy birthday to the star boy #he deserves to be happy #marauders #maraudersera #muggleau #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #trans remus lupin #regulus black #james potter #peter pettigrew

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