#sirius black house tour

[in-my-feels-probably]

saw taylor swift tonight and i already miss her more than anything.

SO, i have a list of characters posted on my navigation. my requests for fics are currently open.

please send in requests based on taylor swift songs. either general concepts, or a specific song, or specific lyrics. idc what, i’m just really missing her rn and i think writing some fics with her in mind would make me feel better.

ESPECIALLY any grishaverse or harry potter (marauders era) requests. i’ll take any, but those are my current hyperfixations :)

so please send in requests!

#taylor swift #taylor swift eras #eras tour #requests #sirius black x reader #jon snow x reader #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #james potter x reader #sarah cameron x reader #hermione granger x reader #kaz brekker x reader #nikolai lantsov x reader #hotd x reader #house of the dragon x reader #hotd #house of the dragon #game of thrones #game of thrones x reader #harry potter #marauders #harry potter x reader #marauders x reader #grishaverse #grishaverse x reader #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone #six of crows #six of crows x reader

[petitemistletoe]

rewrite your elvis fic why’d you only call me when you’re high but with one of the marauders?

Title: Why'd You Only Call me When You're High?

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: smut, angst, drugs, old school rocker vibes

Word Count: 1.9K+

A/N: this could only be written about Sirius I'm sorry! He's so rockstar coded! happy holidays y'all :)

… The mirror's image, it tells me it's home time

But I'm not finished, 'cause you're not by my side

And as I arrived I thought I saw you leavin', carryin' your shoes

Decided that once again I was just dreamin' of bumpin' into you

… Now it's three in the mornin' and I'm tryin' to change your mind

Left you multiple missed calls and to my message, you reply

"Why'd you only call me when you're high?"

"Hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?"

Sirius finished his line of coke, flipping his head up and sniffing harshly. He gave himself a long look in the mirror. He looked great, obviously: leather jacket over a bare chest, a tangle silver and gold necklaces of varying lengths cascading down his neck to his chest. Most of his tattoos were visible and his pair of leather pants were impossibly tight. His fingers were adorned with a number of rings and his hair was that perfect combination of messed up and carefully styled. His eyeliner was smudged around his eyes and he couldn’t quite tell if his eyes were so dark from the eyeliner or from the lack of sleep. 

Sirius couldn’t remember the last time he had had a solid night of sleep, but that was the nature of touring. Of course his bandmates weren’t like he was. James was boring and married with a kid, who Sirius obviously doted on, but James spent all his time when they weren’t performing or practicing with Lily and Harry. Remus was dating this guy Grant who really got under Sirius’s skin. Was it because Sirius and Remus had had a fling, an excellent mind-blowing fling, and when Remus pushed for more Sirius said no and Remus moved onto Grant? Maybe. Was it because Grant was disgustingly kind and sweet and felt like the absolute antithesis of Sirius? Maybe. Was it because Grant had gotten Remus into tea and biscuits rather than coke and pills? Maybe it was that too. And then there was Peter. Peter, bless his heart, tried his absolute best but the coke made his nose bleed, pills made him constipated, and liquor made him vomit. So most nights after a show, James would go home to Lily and Harry, Remus would go home to Grant, Peter would go home to god knows who (probably his cats or gerbils or whatever), and Sirius would go anywhere but home. 

He had liked groupies, townies, the international girls and guys, but he liked you most of all. You were a bit of a forbidden fruit, you were his brother Regulus’s best friend, but that made it all the more appealing. Sirius only went home, only spent the night in his bed, if he knew you would be there too. 

Sirius dialed your number as he made his way home in the backseat of his limo. He was rolling something that he wasn’t sure if it was a joint or a cigarette as the phone rang. He did a double take as he drove past Newt Scamander’s house. Newt Scamander was an old school rocker, a living legend basically, and even though he was a little past his prime looks-wise, he was still a sex symbol. But it wasn’t just Newt’s house that caused Sirius’s double take, it was the fact that he thought he saw walking out of Newt’s house, carrying your phone in one hand and your heels in the other. Sirius shook the thought from his brain, figuring that he was so high he probably just saw a tree branch or something. Sirius got your voicemail but he knew, despite the late hour, that you were not asleep. He dialed you again. And again. And again. Until finally he heard your voice.

“Why’d you only call me when you’re high?” You sounded annoyed but he just laughed it off as he walked into his house, stepping out of his boots and kicking them off somewhere, stripping his sweaty clothes haphazardly and letting them fall off his body haphazardly. 

“That’s how you answer the phone? No hi?” Sirius teased, falling back on his bed and stretching his sore muscles. 

“Hi.” You said pointedly, “why’d you only call me when you’re high?”

“I’m not high.” Sirius said, taking a long drag of his spliff. 

“It’s three in the morning, Sirius.”

“Come over baby.” Sirius crooned. 

“You’re still talking the same shite you always did.” You were rolling your eyes, Sirius knew you were. 

“It’s harder and harder to get you to listen, baby.” Sirius said, a bite of annoyance coming through. He was on the come down from his earlier line and and was getting irritated. 

“Luckily for you I’m incapable of making alright decisions. I’ll see you in a few.” You disconnected the call. 

Sirius finished his spliff and began to roll another one. There were a few messages on his phone from James, he was probably up at one of those late night feedings for Harry. He started to read through them when he heard his door open and shut and after a few moments you were in his bedroom, crawling your way up the bed towards him. 

“That was fast.” Sirius frowned. Usually it took you at least fifteen minutes to get from your place to his, even in the dead of night when no one was out on the street. 

“You complaining?” You asked, pulling your shirt over your head as you straddled him. Sirius was going to question things more but suddenly your tits were in his face and he forgot all about that. 

… Somewhere darker, talkin' the same shite

I need a partner, well, are you out tonight?

It's harder and harder to get you to listen

More I get through the gears

He buried his face between your tits and groaned,

“This is my favorite place in the absolute world.”

“Well make yourself useful, Black, and stimulate my nipples.” You said, gripping his hair harshly. Sirius obliged, wrapping his lips around one of your hard nipples and his nimble fingers flew to other one, tweaking and pinching it. You were grinding down in his lap against his hard-on until his lips moved from nipples up around the curvature of your breast, then up your clavicle, then up your neck, until he got up to your lips. Before he could connect his lips to yours, you pulled back and made your way down his body and wrapped your hand around his cock. Sirius gasped as you ran your hand between your legs to lubricate it and then started jerking Sirius off. You laid flat on your stomach between Sirius’s legs and continued jerking him as you lightly sucked one of his balls into your mouth. Sirius went from the light gasps to strangled, intense moans and he felt like his lungs were about the collapse. 

“Get up,” he choked out, “I need to be inside you.”

You lifted yourself up and without much warning you seated yourself on Sirius’s cock. Sirius groaned and held your hips hard in place, preventing you from moving. 

“Sirius, come on.” You whined, your nose touching his as you tried to move again. Sirius released his grip and started fucking up into you hard. Sirius lifted his jaw, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. You pulled away harshly, pushing yourself up so you were no longer pressed against his chest. Sirius thought about saying something but then you moved your hips in the most delicious way and he forgot all about it. Sirius pulled you off of him and flipped you over, bending you over so your chest and face were pressed against the mattress and your hips were up in the air. There was a tattoo at the base of your back that had have been new. He pushed into you, his hands grasping your hips like he was about to fall off the edge of a cliff. 

He was close, so so close to finishing, but he was distracted by the tattoo on your back. It looked like a constellation, it was vaguely familiar looking, maybe it was something that he had studied in an astronomy course. One of the stars on the constellations was darker than the rest and it had a small green glow mark around it. 

“Did you snort too much or something? I’m getting rug burn here.” You said, turning and looking over your shoulder at Sirius. Sirius’s eyes snapped back up to yours and as he locked eyes with you he came. He always tried to pull out but he was caught off guard this time that he came inside you.

Incapable of makin' alright decisions, and havin' bad ideas

… Now it's three in the mornin' and I'm tryin' to change your mind

Left you multiple missed calls and to my message you reply

"Why'd you only call me when you're high?”

“Fuck Sirius!” You snapped, jumping off him and running to the bathroom. 

“Sorry,” Sirius murmured. It was weird…that tattoo was so so weird. It felt like something was sitting on chest he was so strangled by the idea that he had seen that exact constellation before.

“Fuck Sirius,” you repeated, walking back into his room and shaking your head, “I gotta get a morning after pill tomorrow.” You walked over to Sirius’s discarded tight leather pants and pulled out a few crumpled up bills that were in his pockets. “This is why I fucking hate having sex with you when you’re high.”

“I’m not high,” Sirius said weakly, still staring at your tattoo as you were bent over digging through his pockets.

“You only ever call me when you’re high.” You said, straightening up and starting to pull on your clothes.

“You aren’t staying?” Sirius felt like he was running out of time.

“I, uh, have to be up in the morning so I need to have an…early night.” You said, not looking Sirius in the eyes. 

“Am I starting to bore you baby?”

"Hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?"

… And I can't see you here, wonderin' where am I

It sort of feels like I'm runnin' out of time

I haven't found all I was hopin' to find

You said you gotta be up in the mornin'

Gonna have an early night

And you're startin' to bore me, baby

“I’m fine, Sirius. I just have an early morning.” You said in a snippier tone than Sirius had ever expected to hear from you.

“What’s that tattoo on your back?” Sirius stormed across the room and grabbed you by the arm harshly. 

“It’s the constellation Leo.” You snapped back, glaring up at Sirius.

“And what’s the glow on that star?” Sirius didn’t know why he was getting so upset but his blood pressure was only continuing to rise as he looked at you and thought about that tattoo.

“You really don’t know?” You smiled cruelly. “You really don’t recognize it.”

“What is it?” Sirius could feel his nose bleeding and he wiped at it. There was a streak of smeared blood on his cupid’s bow.

“It’s the star Regulus.” You grinned.

“Why’d you have to be such a bitch?” Sirius screamed.

“Why’d you have to be?” You retorted.

“Why’d you always lie?”

“Why’d you only call me when you’re high?”

Why'd you only call me when you're high?

… "Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"

"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"

"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"

"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?”

#sirius black x reader #sirius black x reader smut #marauders #marauders x reader #marauders smut #sirius black smut #James potter #regulus black #Peter pettigrew #rockstar sirius #rockstar #remus lupin #all the young dudes #atyd #ben barnes sirius black #why'd you only call me when you're high #arctic monkeys #atyd marauders #harry potter

[starstruckwillows]

♡ z to a - s.b ♡

requested by anon<3, i'm a firm believer james potter lives by the beach

rockstar!sirius black x shy!reader, fem!reader, fluff fic, petnames, might make spin-off blurbs about them, some alcohol, participation in halloween, mention of coke but no drug consumption by canon characters or reader, swearing

emotionally constipated rockstar!sirius tries to confess his feelings for you three times before someone else does it for him

29th august 1978

the marauders had only been out of hogwarts with their n.e.w.ts in tow for a month or so when the production deal came through.

in all honesty, nobody, including them, was really expecting the band to progress past the potters' garage. so to soar to fame after one pub gig, seemingly overnight... it made everyone's head spin.

that's what you put that night down to. excitement. everyone out, drinking and cheering, sirius kissing you as though he'd been waiting for years to do such a thing.

but sirius didn't wait. he was confident, as sure as the tide running towards your group on the beach. you were both drunk and excited, everyone was kissing. you're almost sure you saw regulus kissing someone and he was vehemently against intimacy outside a relationship.

neither of you ever bought it up again, but you couldn't help but wonder sometimes.

the sand filling your clothes the next morning as you all woke was a sobering reality, trudging back to james' house while everyone complained there was still salt water in their hair even more so.

"hey." sirius groaned, jogging up beside you and instantly regretting the movement.

your hair was an untamed mess that you swiped from your eyes to answer him, "hey."

"you gonna come on tour with us, doll?" his voice was light and teasing, and you were about to quip back when mary nudged him roughly, "where's our invite then?"

he threw an arm around her shoulder and laughed, "backstage passes for every show."

marlene thumped him, "knock it off, it's one deal."

the lot of you dissolved into hungover giggles and you knew sirius was only teasing you like he teased everyone.

peter appeared next to you, "would you really come with us if we went on tour?"

thinking of the busy backstage chaos and all the people that would be present, you shrugged.

"as if we'll ever get to tour." remus scoffed.

1st april 1979

the marauders did get to tour.

first, around the uk, both for the muggle and wizarding world. two tours passed like that, with sirius personally sending you tickets to each one. you went to most.

now, they were all set to tour the whole of europe, and their manager was discussing america too. they'd been a sensation, the lot of them, and you were all so proud.

it was lily, your best friend, who suggested you should join them.

"why not? i'm going, it'll give me someone to talk to!"

as an independent reporter, lily's job was as flexible as she wanted it to be. yours was not so simple, but it could be done. it still felt like much too big of a risk.

your hesitation was visible, lightly tugging your arm out of lily's excited grip, "i don't know lils, i can't just invite myself along."

"alright, don't tell him i told you, but sirius is going to ask you to come. would you say yes?"

you hated it, felt pathetic, when the mention of sirius' name had your gut screaming yes.

"i- i guess."

she squealed, and if it wasn't so against your quiet nature you might of squealed with her, her joy was so pure.

so when sirius knocked on the door of your room, only down the corridor from his in the large flat share the band had bought, you knew what he would ask and you knew your answer.

he sat on the end of your bed, relief all over his face at your shy agreement, and took one of your hands in his, tattoos decorating the pale skin.

"also, there's something else i was going to ask you-" his voice was uncharacteristically nervous, each word a struggle.

a screech that you both instantly assigned to james sounded from the communal kitchen, and the two of you leapt up to see what fire had been started.

there was none, just the sparkle of marlene's ring finger, and dorcas' wide smile.

"you're engaged!"

the night became another of celebration and shouting. it's a good thing the lot of you didn't have many neighbours.

sirius was caught once looking at you wistfully, before averting his gaze and making a crude joke about strippers for the hen do.

you smiled ruefully, commanding yourself to calm down. sirius was the frontman and lead singer of a now world famous band. you were a girl he went to school with who also lived where he lived.

breathe, you told yourself, turning politely to remus who was telling you about their new song.

31st october 1981

halloween had never been your favourite holiday, always too nervous to get in any costume that you thought looked good on you. most of your life, you'd been on trick or treat duty.

the new joint penthouse, consisting of remus, sirius, peter (publicly known as three thirds of the hit band, the marauders), marlene and dorcas (still engaged but getting married next year), and regulus, who didn't technically live there anymore but was around enough. but there were no kids to approach the door with pumpkin baskets in hand, and therefore no duty for you with your bag of sweets.

mary had moved out with her partner earlier that year, and it was at her house she convinced you into a costume you knew you looked gorgeous in, but couldn't bring yourself to arrive back home in.

the party would be in full swing by now, full of rockstars and actors and models and probably the odd politician crashing the place. remus usually chased them out.

"lily told me you have to wear it." mary flicked you on the head.

"why?" you asked, whinier than intended.

she pointed to the group photo, showcasing baby harry in the centre, "because her and james are occupied, and she's not here to bully you into it."

with a reluctant grumble of 'fine', you grabbed your car keys, mary and her partner climbing into the backseat, all giggles and confidence, while you avoided checking yourself in the mirror every three seconds out of nerves.

everyone you entered the party with dissipated quickly, leaving you rubbing your arm nervously.

"hello!" a man approached you, tipsy but not drunk. you vaguely recognized him as the guitarist of the marauders' go to opening act.

you'd been on their europe tour with them twice, but not their most recent american one. it was hard to remember individuals from the many faces you saw in that time.

clearing your throat, you offered an increasingly nervous, "hi..."

"you were on tour! what-" he hiccuped, "why were you there again?"

you shrugged tightly, "i helped in the costume, hair and makeup department. but sirius asked me to come."

the man's eyes bulged out of his head, "man, so you're like a travel groupie! can't wait to get myself one of them."

you coughed awkwardly, trying to edge away, "oh- no, it's not like that."

"you're like viv or whatever her name was!"

the man seemed excited at the link, you wanted to hurl. vie was a girl peter had fallen for, but turned out to be someone just climbing the social ladder and using his head as a stepping stone, as well as leaking information about james and lily's new house, and remus' "health condition" that she, a muggle, didn't know was lycanthropy.

you hated to see your friend so heartbroken, while she headlined hollywood's major films that year.

"i'm not vie, and i'm not a groupie." you said, firmer than was usual for you.

sirius chose that convenient moment to appear, eyes trailing over your skin with an involuntary smile before a frown took over his beautiful face as he saw the man you were engaged in conversation with.

he clapped the guy on the shoulder with more force than necessary, "everything alright, kade?"

kade nodded and scurried off, mumbling something about spotting his coke dealer. that was a guy in way over his head, you thought.

"you look brilliant, doll. he didn't ruin your mood, did he?"

you shook your head, not quite making eye contact, the gloss on your lips stretching into a smile.

sirius wasn't convinced, gently holding your arm, "look at me, please."

the undertone of the plead in his voice made you do as he said, resisting the urge to pull at your sleeves.

"what did he say?" sirius' voice was unusually low and slightly rough as he balanced the line between not shouting but making sure you could hear him over the music.

you tried not to shrug again, conscious of the heat of his hand around your wrist, "oh, he just thought i was a travel groupie or something."

there was a cool anger present in sirius' eyes, but it left when he focused on your face, finger trailing across the arch of your cheek, "you know you're much more than a groupie, love."

usually you would have retorted something about how you couldn't be a groupie when you saw him at his lowest twelve year old moments, but instead you plucked some confidence from somewhere deep within you to ask, "yeah? what am i, then?"

he tossed his head back to the ceiling, pale throat with a tattoo creeping up one side exposed to the air in front of you, slightly long raven hair falling back. the half groan, half laugh he gave you was enough to make your stomach flutter.

except the answer he had on his tongue was stolen by the rare sight of an angry remus. a burning rage as he spat foul curses at the bombshell beauty that was vie.

sirius' whole face was set in a furious grimace. he let go of your arm, retracting the warmth and jogging over. you trailed awkwardly behind, apparently catching vie's eye as she swivelled to you, screaming and sobbing.

"she's no better! you let her in here, she's just as shallow as i am!" the young woman cried with more dramatics than ever. peter looked struck with dazed fear on the sidelines, a lipstick mark on his neck that he was trying to rub off.

you felt the same, shock seeping into your system. you'd been nothing but nice to vie, ever. you were the last to believe how she'd betrayed you all.

she was shouting at marlene now, who shouted back with just as much vigor until the two dissolved into a scrap and the actress was escorted out.

the party continued with ease, as it always did when famous people fought. everyone was too drunk, high or both to care.

as unsettling as it was, it wasn't the most dramatic thing to occur since the marauders' sudden stardom. you could think of twenty more shocking examples from the last tour alone.

right now, you just wanted to find sirius again. wanted to find your answer to that question.

he was buy the drinks table, downing another shot and about to fall over the line of tipsy to fully intoxicated.

"hey, sirius..."

he almost collapsed into you, "i'm sorry."

the slur in his words was evident as you patted his hair, "it's alright, darling, why don't we go sit down?"

"sure."

when the two of you were seated uncomfortably close on the sofa, his feet on the glass coffee table and head lolling against the sofa material, you brought up your question again, cup of something in hand.

"what am i here, sirius?"

a more sober demeanor overtook him, and he hesitated in the way drunk people rarely did, "my best friend, of course."

you smiled and nodded, as you usually did, satisfied with the answer but a small pang in your chest knowing you wanted more than that.

"of course."

1st november 1981

you woke groggily, not quite hungover but not quite alert either, releasing you were still half folded across sirius.

heat in your face, you scrambled off of him. james sat at the kitchen island with about eight coffees in front of him, adorning the bright smile of someone who'd had a good nights sleep.

"harry go to bed well last night?"

eagerly, as though nobody had asked yet, which you supposed they hadn't, "yeah! didn't even wake up once. absolute champ."

tiredly, you reached for a coffee, "when did you get here?"

"about twenty minutes ago. remus was already up, he herded everyone out. 'cept regulus, he's asleep somewhere."

"ah well, he basically lives here anyway."

"can't find pete though, remus has gone out to look now."

everyone was up and dressed with eyes bulging from their heads as they stared at the news headlines, only ten minutes later.

remus burst into the apartment, storming over to the tv, "fuckin' found peter."

the reporter behind the screen showed an image of the marauders' latest album cover as he spoke, "you heard it here first folks, an exclusive interview last night with peter pettigrew and his girlfriend, vie dalton, reveals his decision to leave the band, and provides some juicy inside information on why that is."

it became a day filled with pr meetings and phone calls, hasty damage control, and fending off reporters outside the building.

you were caught in a throng of them on your way to the shops. you'd only gone out for tea bags, because remus looked like he was going to blow another fuse when he discovered a lack of them in the cupboard.

microphones were shoved in your face, "who are you to the marauders?"

"who are to sirius black? how do you feel about his playboy lifestyle?" nice, thanks peter. last time i tell you about a crush.

"how did you get to live with the band?"

breathe.

"are you part of the crew?"

breathe, just breathe, walk, and get to your car.

"do you know who remus lupin is seeing?"

i can't breathe.

"has james potter cheated on his wife?"

i can't breathe.

"can we get a statement for the daily prophet?"

an arm around your waist appeared, pulling you away from the people suddenly, catching you as you stumbled backwards.

it was sirius, you could smell his colonge, and his slightly hoarse voice rang in your ears as he offered the mob a harsh set of curse words.

safely back in the elevator, you slammed yourself into the corner against the cold metal.

"i've got- got to get teabags... for remus."

you could barely see sirius through the blur of impending tears as he wrapped you into him, "forget the tea, remus will manage."

you knew he'd punched the emergency stop button because the lift wasn't moving. you couldn't feel it rise beneath you as you slid to the ground, still clinging onto sirius as he went down with you.

once your lungs worked on their own, you moved hair from your eyes and laughed. sirius, looking at you in total confusion, felt your head for a temperature.

"i'm alright," you all but whispered, "thank you."

he gave you a half smile, not as cocky as a smirk, but more than something friendly, "of course."

you didn't want to move from his embrace, so you didn't, letting your head fall against his shoulder, leather jacket smooth against your face.

"you've always been there, y'know?" he said suddenly.

"hm?"

sirius played with the hem of your shirt in an almost nervous manner, "you've always stayed with us. with me. from z listers to a. sometimes i think i don't deserve that much."

you wanted to scream at him, telling him just how much he deserved, telling him you wish he'd just let his guard down for two seconds so you could love him.

you didn't.

"of course you deserve it, siri, i wouldn't have stuck around so long if you didn't."

"cos we're best friends?"

"sure."

he unwound himself from your side, twisting to face you, "have you heard everything peter said?"

you nodded.

"the stuff about us?" sirius prompted further.

you tensed, froze, then nodded.

"so you know how i feel? that the pick you signed for my birthday is the only one i use? you know i spent four hours shopping for your christmas present because it had to be perfect? that i'm the one who leaves a coffee outside your door every morning? you know that i'm in love with you?"

the words rang free in the elevator, and your eyebrows furrowed slightly as you looked up at him. he looked terrified. you hadn't seen him this scared since he left home, you didn't want him to be this scared ever again.

words failed you. they always did, you weren't good at talking, you weren't good at making bold statements without over analyzing them.

you did the only thing you could think of to do, following your gut, and leaning forward to kiss him, hands around the back of his neck and in his hair, slow enough to give him time to back away.

but he didn't, pulling you closer alarmingly quickly, lips colliding in a way that should've been awkward, but wasn't. the two of you seemed to just fit against each other like magnets slotting together after being held apart.

"sirius-" you tried to move away to talk, but he just emitted a low whine and pulled you back in.

you didn't have any motivation to break away again. he seemed more important to you than breathing; he definitely felt better.

eventually the emergency stop button was hit again and the two of you returned to your apartment, looking like two grinning fools in love. everyone was too preoccupied to notice anything different. maybe nothing was all that different.

you spent the rest of the day in his bed.

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[wolfstarhaven]

Hi! Could you rec some fics where at the beginning remus is in a relationship with somone else? Sorry if you've already answered something similar to this 😅

Hi anon🌸 Thank you for this lovely request! I just wanna clarify: Remus might not be in a relationship in the beginning of each of these fics — but at some point he’s dating someone else. Sirius is not happy.

Happy birthday, you.,by WrappedUp (66k)

Sirius Black is about to turn thirty. But, like, it’s not a whole thing. It’s fine. And he’s absolutely not going to have a meltdown, fall in love with his oldest friend, and sabotage his own happiness.

He’s absolutely not.

General themes: muggle!au; slow burn; oblivious!sirius; jealous sirius; pining; hurt/comfort; happy ending; Remus/OC.

lover, you should've come over, by dykesiriusblack (105k)

Sirius Black is a mess.

Remus Lupin is new.

It's all quite complicated.

or

The story of Remus and Sirius meeting at age 20, falling in love without meaning to, and not knowing how the fuck to deal with it for far too long.

General themes: muggle!au; ANGST!!!; themes of depression and anxiety (read the tags carefully!); slow burn; friends with benefits; happy ending; beautiful prose; Remus/OC.

a sawn off shotgun, by dykesiriusblack (14k)

But the stage lights blur out the crowd and Sirius gets to his knees in front of Remus with their guitar and bass between them, and he does it again in their hotel room, has been doing it since their first tour, has been wanting to do it since he first learned about wanting, the kind that ruins you.

a band, a tour, and the kind of undefined relationship that drives you insane.

General themes: band!au; friends with benefits; jealous!sirius; beautiful prose; Remus/OC (it’s a fake relationship tho)

Befriending A Ravenclaw, by kreestar (55k)

Sirius has made a point to never learn the names of anyone in other Houses. There was no need to, in his astute opinion. Everyone who was not in Gryffindor must lack some intrinsic qualities which would therefore make them utterly intolerable as companions. And the Marauders - all three of them - did not need any intolerable fourths, thank you very much.

i.e, Remus is a Ravenclaw Prefect and Sirius is finding it harder and harder to admit he isn't obsessed with him.

General themes: Hogwarts era; canon divergence; Ravenclaw!Remus; oblivious!Sirius; jealous!Sirius; Remus/OC.

A Bird At Your Door, by moongoblin (32k)

Of pub quizzes, old films, Chinese takeaways, broken arms, and impassioned discussions of literature: Remus is confusing, and Sirius is just trying to figure him out.

General themes: muggle!su; uni!au; slow burn; pining; jealous!sirius; light angst; happy ending; Remus/Gilderoy Lockhart (briefly).

Paper Walls, by Kember (66k)

Have you ever lived with a person you just can’t stand? Everything about them rubs you the wrong way, and yet, you can’t help thinking what it would be like to kiss them… Yeah, welcome to the life of Remus Lupin. He just wants to keep his head down, crack on with his studies, and maybe graduate at some point in the future. But his juvenile crush on his arrogant, impulsive, reckless housemate, Sirius Black, is going to be a major bump in that perfect road.

General themes: muggle!au; university!au; flatmates; light enemies to lovers; Remus/Mary (only temporarily ofc).

Enjoy! (Also, hi! I haven’t disappeared I promise)

xx Elliot

#wolfstar #r/s #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar rec #jealousy #jealous!sirius #remus lupin/OC

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

It was at fifteen that Sirius felt something for someone for the first time.

He was just a silly boy who had kissed a couple of girls not because he wanted them but because they initiated it.

The summer when he met George, Sirius would call it the best of his life. The bloke was one of his Uncle's friends. He was way older. In his thirties. He was cool, handsome and easy going. He dressed like a Rockstar: cool leather jackets, tight jeans, piercings and leather boots. Plus he had the most angelical voice Sirius had ever heard.

They toured through different cities of Europe thanks to Alphard's money. George sang in every bar and club they could find. Alphard brought his nephews along, pretending they were more than eighteen and not minors with little experience of that world.

Regulus didn't enjoy his time much. He didn't enjoy the clubs and crowds and preferred to get lost in his books. Sirius was delighted with all that experience. With George and his Uncle, he learned to drink, to smoke, to listen to music, to flirt and to have fun.

Sirius thought Alphard's life was wonderful. Full of adventures, so different than what the rightful House of Black represented. During that summer, Sirius swore to be just like George when he was older.

But what George made him feel was intense and very different than what he had felt before. George was this amazing person that Sirius wanted to impress. He got nervous around him. And at the same time he felt so wild, like anything was possible around him.

Sirius couldn't stop looking at him, admiring every move, every smile, every word that came out of his mouth. His heart beat harder when George winked at him. He blushed when he rubbed his hair. And when he sang, Sirius was transported to another world.

Of course in Sirius’s fifteen year old mind, it was impossible to acknowledge these feelings as love. It was impossible for Alphard to be gay. It was impossible for him to be gay. So Sirius just saw all of this as admiration. Nothing more.

They were just bachelors having fun without compromise.

"George, Uncle has been looking for you"

George was at the hotel terrace, sitting at the edge of the roof, looking down at the street, feet tangling down. He held a cigarette between his lips. He had dark shades and wearing only a white tee he looked incredibly great. How could he manage that?

"Sirius, come here" George gestured for Sirius to come closer, smiling at him with his perfect white teeth.

Sirius couldn't avoid blushing as he approached.

"Look at this view, isn't gorgeous?"

Sirius saw the city of Paris in front of his eyes. Sunset was making the sky pink and yellow. The buildings had a certain glow in them. Everything looked as if it was made of gold. Paris was truly breathtaking. Eiffel Tower in the back. Sirius had been a few times, but he had never seen the city this beautiful.

"C'est trés jolie" Sirius commented as he took a seat besides George.

George laughed. His hair was also golden, shinning under the sun.

"At least I get you to talk to me in French, your Uncle doesn't want to"

Sirius was aware of his cheeks getting on fire.

"I bloody love Paris" George added "Might want to stay here forever"

"Me too" Sirius suddenly agreed looking at the landscape "I don't want summer to be over"

George raised an eyebrow.

"Come on, I'm sure you miss your friends" he said "Maybe a pretty girl you left behind?"

Sirius did miss his friends. The Marauders and their silly pranks. Although he didn't think about them every second of the day. Not when Sirius was having this much fun. He thought he should probably write to James. Then he felt nostalgic and got excited about the idea of telling him about of his adventures to him. He was surely going to love them.

"Maybe my friends, but no.. I don't have a girl" Sirius found himself nervously playing with his wristband as he said this.

"Oh yeah? A boy as handsome as you?"

Sirius now smiled at his own silliness and way of blushing so easily.

"I am like my Uncle. A free spirit. Do not want to waste time in just one girl"

He said it mainly to sound cooler. Like George as well. He flirted and talked with plenty of girls after his shows. But never actually stayed with one.

George looked away into the sunset with a sigh "Your Uncle, a free spirit, isn't he?" he took a drag of his cigarette, then realized he was supposed to offer it to Sirius.

Sirius grabbed it between his fingers. He had managed to not cough the other day. He wasn’t very keen of the smell and taste. But he wanted to look cool. And George looked so cool while he smoked.

Sirius managed to take a full drag and only coughed a little as he let the smoke out. George was amused. God, why did Sirius want to impress him so much? And why did he fail miserably?

"Are you angry with him?" Sirius asked as he passed the cig back "With my Uncle? I heard you discussing with him yesterday after your show"

If Sirius had been paying more attention he would have seen George go a bit frigid.

"It was just some bickering, Sirius. Do you bicker with your mates?"

Sirius shared a dorm with his best friends. Sometimes they fought about silly stuff.

"All the time" Sirius sneered.

George nodded with a smile.

"Your Uncle has an insufferable temper, I must tell you"

Sirius chuckled "He is alright"

"Have we met the same Alphard?"

Sirius found himself laughing and afterwards he couldn't stop smiling. It was a stupid thing.

'I like you' Sirius wanted to say. 'I'm glad you are my Uncle's friend. And I am glad I met you'

"Don't worry about it, mate"

But he didn't dare. The words were just stuck on his throat like a bloody syrup.

George kept smoking in silence. Sirius opened his mouth trying to find the right words. It was the nervousness that got him this silly.

"Each morning I wake up and die a little, can't barely stand on my feet..."

However his thoughts were interrupted when George began singing. He winked making Sirius blush. It was an acapella song without music, without warning, just because he felt like it. And Sirius smiled because he recognized this song.

"Take a look in the mirror and cryyy... Oh lord what you're doing to mee... I have spent all my years in believing you... Someday I'm gonna be free Looooord!"

Sirius couldn't get more fascinated by George's voice. He hadn't heard something so beautiful. He hadn't seen anyone so beautiful. In his mind it was that he wanted to be exactly like George. That cool, that amazing, that talented, that perfect.

"Find me somebody to Looove... Find me somebody to Looove" Sirius sang as well.

George smiled before continuing.

"Caaan anybody find mee...." George made a pause looking at the beautiful sky "Somebody toooo....... loooooooveeeee...."

The last part gave Sirius goosebumps. Not even Mercury had managed that. So Sirius was smiling just because. Cheeks pink, no wonder.

And George was smiling as well. Cheeky little smile below his shades.

Sirius wanted to smile at someone someday and provoke all the crazy things he was feeling now.

"George, don't encourage my nephew to sing. He has a terrible voice"

Alphard was right behind them. He had a soft smile on his face. But he looked tired. Maybe he just woke up.

"And don't you dare encourage him to smoke" Alphard added as he practically ripped the cigarette out of George's hand.

"He is a grown up boy, Alphard"

"I am a grown up boy, Uncle" Sirius smiled innocently. He actually couldn't wait to be a grown up adult like these two. Free from Orion and Walburga, free from all the stupid rules.

Alphard rolled his eyes as he took a drag.

"Your mother will kill me if she knew what you've been doing this summer"

Sirius buffed. He was embarrassed to be treated like a brag in front of George.

"Better not tell her, eh Alphard?"

"Why don't you go and fetch your brother?"

Alphard asked as he kept smoking "He's been reading the same bloody book in bed all day..."

Regulus was just fourteen. And he was already behaving like a bloody boomer.

"Look at that sight, let's go eat something outside"

Sirius rolled his eyes.

"I am not Reggie's babysitter"

Alphard patted him in the shoulder. "Come on, lad. I need to have a moment alone with George, yeah?"

Sirius noticed George haven't said a word. He kept looking forward. Sirius wished he would know what he was thinking.

"Yeah, of course" he said reluctantly as he stood up. Alphard gave him a sympathetic smile before Sirius left.

As he was walking inside, Sirius turned to see at his Uncle and George discuss. They were talking in low voices so Sirius couldn't hear. He couldn't tell by the shades but was he crying?

Then Alphard whispered something to make George give him his handsome smile. And something weird happened. Alphard touched his cheek delicately. Both men looked into each other's eyes.

Sirius found the gesture so intimate that he decided to leave.

Sirius was blind back then. He should have seen that as romantic. He should have known what his Uncle was. What George was. Now with everything that had happened with Remus, it all made more sense. Remus was not the first bloke he had fancied. Perhaps...

Something was certain. Alphard had been terrified to tell everyone the truth. And Sirius was terrified as well. He wished his Uncle was not dead so he could talk to him. He wished Alphard had trusted him. But he didn't. And Sirius missed him very much. Now he had to figure out all of these feelings on his own.

#My headcanon is that Sirius’s gay awakening was one of his Uncle's friends #But he didn't know what it was back then #From this lad he got the Rockstar vibe #marauders #maraudersera #muggleau #sirius black #alphard black #regulus black #wolfstar

[calliopesdiary]

Welcome to The Eras Tour! ✨🎤🩷

welcome to calentines marauders eras tour! where i’ll be taking you lovely’s on a trip through each of taylor’s eras!

✨—☁️ —☁️ —☁️ —☁️ —☁️ —☁️ —☁️ —☁️ —

💚DEBUT- Our Song- Remus Lupin, the sweet and shy son of the farmer, falls head over heels for you. The reckless daughter of the towns most wanted cowboy.

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🧡FEARLESS- You Belong With Me- You and James Potter had to have known each other forever. neighbors, communicating through windows and paper. has he never thought— just maybe, he belongs with you?

✨FEARLESS TV- Mr Perfectly Fine- meet James Potter, a young auror who— spared not enough time for you and only for his work and friends it seemed, living his best life while you suffered quietly. so dignified in his well-pressed suit. (sad ending)

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💜SPEAK NOW- Enchanted- a cinderella type story. you were a soft-spoken peasant who got the honor to dance with Prince Sirius Black, just for you to leave to soon when the clock struck midnight. (happy ending)

✨SPEAK NOW TV- I Can See You- You and James Potter seem to share the same dirty dreams about eachother (smut implied)

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❤️RED- 22- It felt like one of those nights— on your 22nd birthday, where you and your best friends decide that it feels like one of those nights.

✨RED TV- Red- after breaking up with Sirius Black, you recall how it felt to date him.

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🩵1989- Welcome to New York- You finally take on your biggest dream and move to New York City. where you meet your soulmates in a coffee shop.

✨1989- Now That We Don’t Talk- Now that you and James Potter don’t talk. you don’t have to pretend to love what he loves anymore, like quidditch.

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🖤REPUTATION- Getaway Car- It’s hard to steal your heart, but Regulus Black managed to steal yours and break it. and you did the same to him (happy ending)

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🩷LOVER- It’s Nice To Have A Friend- You and Remus Lupin were childhood best friends, and on your wedding day. you recall the moments leading up to your love.

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🩶FOLKLORE- The Last Great American Dynasty- a sick arranged marriage between you— a reckless and free-spirited girl and Sirius Black— the heir to the house of black. Sirius ignored you and wished you were never forced to be married to him, though you had your fun with it. never staying put. throwing parties. blowing through your money on the boys and the ballet. until Sirius realizes what he’s been missing. (fun ending)

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🤎EVERMORE- Willow- You— the lonely witch, of whom nobody dared to speak too, caught the eye of a sweet and curious Remus Lupin.

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💙MIDNIGHTS- Bejeweled- After being neglected by your boyfriend you go out on the town to prove you can still make the whole place shimmer.

✨3am - Your on your own, Kid- You and the Marauders take a journey back into your past summer. (ED MENTIONS) (happy ending)

🌕Till Dawn- You’re Losing Me- You recount the 13 sleepless nights in your life, all from a different one of your boys.

started: 12-22-23

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

[toomanyfandoms-notenoughfics]

Celestial Beings

Chapter Six: Mirror Mirror

Characters: Reader, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Molly Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Hermione Granger

Summary: Dinner with the Weasleys and a bit of a tour of the house.

Word Count: 3,031

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, mentions of murder

Reminders: @rainychaosmiracle

(Y/n) had been out of the cell for a little more than 4 hours, exploring every aspect of her new room. She hadn’t found any secret pathways, no hidden jinxes, it was all safe. Her own space with seemingly no strings attached. It was a new experience for her, not having to make her entire existence as minuscule as possible.

There was a knock at the door, making her jump and drop the book she had just picked up to read. The book landed directly on her toes, making her yelp in pain. There was a muffled voice on the other side of the door, sounding concerned.

“Come in!” (Y/n) sat on the edge of her bed, rubbing her foot. “I got startled and dropped a book on my foot, nothing major.”

“Uh, sorry I didn’t mean to spook you.” The lanky redheaded boy said. “Mom told me to get you for dinner, she’s making pot pies with mashed potatoes and garlic bread.”

“Oh, sure yeah I’ll be down in just a second.” she eyed the boy, watching as he avoided making eye contact with her. “Or are you supposed to escort me there?”

“I’m not sure, but I am already on thin ice with her so…” he said, hands in his pockets.

“Right, don’t want to get in any more trouble than you already are.” (Y/n) stood up, looking in the mirror of her dresser and fixing her hair. “Okay, let’s get this over with. Lead the way, little Weasley.”

“Ron. It’s Ron,” he muttered, walking just ahead of her. The closer they got to the dining room, the more pleasant the air smelt.

The dining room was brightly lit, with candles floating above the table gently. Food placed perfectly on the table, and everyone’s already sat down, chatting. The mood changes as soon as (y/n) walks in, with silence replacing the warm mood. Ron takes a seat next to Hermione, whispering something in her ear.

“I saved you a spot over here, (y/n).” Sirius patted the chair next to his own, smiling at her. “It also just so happens to be directly in front of the potatoes, which Molly says are extra delicious tonight.”

“Kids, introduce yourselves,” Molly instructed as (y/n) sat down, keeping her eyes averted.

“I’m Fred,” one of the two twin boys said, offering her a small smile.

“And I’m George,” the other said, elbowing his brother.

“I’ve met Ron, Ginny, and Hermione already.” (Y/n) reminded everyone. The children all looked at each other nervously. “Alright, can we clear the air in here? I can tell that none of you children really want me here, or trust my being here. So go ahead, let it out, it’s fine.”

“(Y/n) I don’t think-” Molly started, only for Hermione to interrupt.

“Are you actually his daughter?” the muggle-born blurted out, looking directly at her plate.

“Yes.” (Y/n) answered. “Anyone else?”

“Do you have the mark?” George asked.

“No, I’ve never had to get it. The marks are just ways to keep track of his followers, I have his blood.” (Y/n) shrugged, putting a heaping amount of potatoes on her own plate. “No need for it when you can just do a simple scrying spell.”

“How many people have you killed?” Ron inquired. Everyone looked at him wide-eyed. Everyone except (y/n), who didn’t even flinch.

“Depends,” she smirked to herself. “Do you count Death Eaters as people?”

“You’ve killed Death Eaters? Why?” Fred leaned forward, intrigued.

“Only one, it wasn’t entirely in my control. I don’t remember it, I’ve just been told that my mother never survived giving birth to me.” (Y/n) picked up a pot pie and placed it atop her potatoes. “On that note though, I would like to eat now instead of answering questions, if that’s alright with all of you?”

“Yes, let’s eat.” Remus claps his hands together, sharing a worried look with Sirius.

The rest of dinner was filled with idle chit-chat between the kids, a few conversations growing louder than the others. (Y/n) just focused on eating as much as she possibly could while she could. By the end of dinner, she was stuffed full, having eaten three pot pies, four massive helpings of potatoes, and two pieces of garlic bread. When Molly brought out the chocolate cake (y/n) nearly fainted.

“Molly, I mean this honestly, stop being such a good cook,” she said finishing her second slice of cake. “It’s unfair to everyone else. Not only to other cooks but also to those of us eating it.”

“Oh, you’re just saying that!” Molly blushed.

“I agree, Molly. You’re one of the best masters of the kitchen I’ve ever met.” Remus wipes chocolate from the side of his face. “(Y/n), I don’t mean to embarrass you but you’ve got frosting on your chin.”

“Yeah, I’ll get it in a second. I’m stuffed.” she leaned back in her chair, a smile on her face. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this full. It’s fantastic!”

“What, did the Malfoy’s not feed you?” Ron asked.

“No, they did, I was just kept on a very strict diet. Except for a couple of times when Lucius was teaching me how to survive in the forest with nothing.” Everyone looked at her confused. (Y/n) rolled her eyes. “Okay, I’m going to say this once, and only once. Don’t feel bad or whatever about how I grew up. Life is unfair, get over it.”

“Kids, how about you all go to the parlor room?” Molly suggested, gathering up their empty plates. “I think Remus and Sirius want to have some quality time with our guest.”

The children all quietly left, mumbling quick “goodbyes” and “good nights” to the adults as they left. Molly went to the kitchen, taking all of the empty plates and dirtied cups with her. Remus got up and shut the door to the hallway while Sirius closed the one to the kitchen.

“Did I do something wrong?” (Y/n) looked at the men nervously.

“What? No, you aren’t in trouble, (y/n).” Remus chuckles, taking his seat. “We just wanted to see how you were liking your new room, besides you still need a tour.”

“Want anything to drink?” Sirius asked, pouring himself a glass of wine.

“I’m fine, thanks.” she shakes her head. Sirius shrugs and sits down, taking a drink of his wine. “It’s a nice room. I’m still not completely used to it, it’s only been a few hours after all.”

“Are the decorations to your liking?” Sirius inquired.

“Yeah, they’re great… I’m sorry I feel like I did something wrong still.” (Y/n)‘s eyes darted between the men.

“I’m being honest, you’re not in any trouble,” Remus reassured her, offering a comforting smile. “Now, while Sirius finishes his drink, would you like me to give you a tour?”

“Uh, sure.” (Y/n) stands up and follows Remus to the hallway. He passes the stairs and turns down another hallway.

“This is the way to the first-floor bathroom, two of the guest rooms, and the laundry room,” Remus explains. “Now if we go back this way,” he leads her to the hallway in front of the stairs connecting to the dining room. “I’m sure you can tell that that’s the front door.”

“Well the extreme barrier spell in front of it might be a bit of a clue,” she says sarcastically. “You know, that or the coat hangers and shoes next to the door might also give it away.”

“Right, well to the left of the front door is the living room, then you’ve got the music room, the parlor room, and your first restricted room.” Remus points at each doorway. “There’s also a cleaning closet right under the stairs I forgot to mention.”

“Do I get to know what the “restricted room” actually is, or do I get to put it together myself?” she asks

“It’s an old room that’s falling apart, to be honest.” he sighs. “It was stuffed full of old furniture and tools.”

“So it’s just a mess? Lame, I was hoping you were doing some cool experiments.” (Y/n) looked genuinely disappointed. Remus chuckled and headed up the stairs, (y/n) following behind him quickly. She tripped on the top step, reaching for the railing on the wall to catch herself she instead pulled a curtain off of a portrait.

“YOU FILTHY HALF-BREED! YOU BLOOD TRAITORS!” the woman in the painting started screaming at the top of her lungs. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! OUT ALL OF YOU!”

“Fucking hell, shut up, Mother!” Sirius shouted, running up the stairs and quickly covering her with the curtain once more. “For Merlin’s sake, she never changes.”

“That was your…” the young woman trailed off, confused. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, wake her?”

“It’s not your fault, (Y/n).” Remus helps her up, gently dusting off her shoulders. “You didn’t trip on purpose, and you also didn’t know about her portrait. We keep her covered, otherwise, she just yells.”

“I think I’m going to go to bed early tonight. Suddenly sleep sounds very pleasant.” Sirius flashes a quick smile and pushes past the two others. “Goodnight to the both of you. (Y/n) if you need anything later, feel free to knock.”

“On that lovely note, let’s continue.” Remus turns and begins walking. (Y/n) stays frozen in place, her eyes flicking from the portrait to Sirius’s door as he disappears. “(Y/n)? Are you coming?”

“Do I sound like that?” she asked quietly, not looking at him. “Do I sound that, that cruel?”

“What?” Remus was taken aback. “(Y/n), Sirius’s mother and you are nothing alike. Not really, sure you’ve said a few similar things, but that’s as far as that goes. She was cold, all the way through. Nothing Sirius ever did could please her, not that she ever really wanted to be pleased. She refused to listen to anything other than her own twisted opinions.

“You’ve met Bellatrix before I imagine? She was a lot like her, angry at the world and in love with destroying anything she couldn’t have. She was a follower of your father, a devout one too. Pulled Sirius’s brother into it too.” Remus paused. “Don’t tell him I told you anything about his brother though. It’s a touchy subject.”

“I still don’t see how I’m any different.” she frowned.

“(Y/n), you’re standing in front of me, a werewolf, and having an actual conversation. You’re changing, whether you mean to or not, it is happening.” Remus places a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “You’ve had these ideologies forced down your throat, literally branded into your brain since you were an infant. Of course, you’ve said and probably done a lot of horrible things, but you’re not entirely at fault. You’re learning still.”

“I guess.” she sighs. “Let’s just continue the tour.”

“Well, let’s finish this floor for the night, and then you can go to bed. There’s a room that Sirius wanted to show you with me.” Remus continues, showing her the bathrooms, the other bedrooms, and the small dusty library that needed a lot of TLC.

Remus ended his small tour by walking (y/n) to her room door, bidding her goodnight and good dreams before going into his own bedroom. She was just about to enter her room when she heard someone whispering down the hall. She poked her head out but saw no one in the vicinity. Very carefully and quietly she tip-toed closer to where she believed the voice had come from. A floorboard creaked just outside of Sirius’s room, making her freeze in place, patiently listening for footsteps.

After what seemed like forever, (y/n) decided it was safe enough to continue. The whispering seemed to get slightly louder the closer she got to the darkest part of the hall. She passed by a few sleeping portraits, being as careful as possible not to disturb them. Her only source of light anymore was the faint glow from the hallway behind her and the barrier spells pulsating as she got closer to where she probably wasn’t supposed to venture. Suddenly instead of the reds through the greens of the barrier, she saw something surrounded by an electric purple, bright enough to make her squint.

Carefully, she reached forwards, lightly brushing the top of the strangely colored object. As soon as her fingers touched the cold metal she knew what it was; a hand-held mirror. Grasping the handle she turned it around so she could see her reflection, trying to make out what was being said. It wasn’t until she brought it up closer to her face that she noticed it wasn’t her in the reflection.

(Y/n)‘s blood ran cold, her breathing paused, and her face paled. It was her father in the mirror, looking directly at her, a smile on his face that didn’t meet his eyes whatsoever. She dropped the mirror like it was a hot iron, making a loud thud on the ground. She jumped backward hard enough to knock the lighting fixture off the wall. Sirius’s door swung open at the end of the hall.

“(Y/n)?” he called out, just barely seeing her at the end of the darkened hall. He quickly made his way to her. The closer he got the more he could see she was shaking. “(Y/n), what’s going on? (Y/n)?”

“I-I heard… I thought that-that it was just something old. I didn’t, I didn’t think he could do that.” she pointed at the mirror. “He was just, smiling at me.”

“You don’t mean… (y/n) please tell me you’re not talking about You-Know-Who.” Sirius reached for the mirror but she kicked it farther away.

“Don’t. I don’t know what he would do if he saw…you.” (Y/n) warned, doing her best to keep breathing. “I can, I can get rid of it. Maybe he doesn’t know, right? Maybe he thinks that I have a mirror in my… my cell?”

“(Y/n) look at me, please.” Sirius pleaded. “Please, tell me it wasn’t him.”

“I-I wish I could, I really, really wish I could.” she started sobbing uncontrollably. Sirius wrapped his arms around her, trying his best to comfort her. “He always knows, always!”

“Come on, let’s go somewhere else for a bit, okay?” Sirius helped her up, heading to his room. “Here, I’m going to go and get Moo-Remus real quick, you go in my room and make yourself comfortable okay?”

(Y/n) nodded, opening his door and entering the room. It wasn’t quite what she expected. It was messy, yes however it was more clutter than trash. Like he had too much stuff and not enough space. His bed was unmade, a pile of blankets on the floor next to it. There was a small desk with a lamp in one corner, papers and letters stacked on top. She sat on the old fraying chair next to the bed, grabbing a knitted blanket and wrapping it around herself.

She could hear Remus and Sirius talking outside the door. They were worried about what Voldemort possibly knew, what plans he might’ve heard, and how long he could’ve been listening for. They also were talking about (y/n), nothing she could quite make out, only catching a few words here or there. She tightened the blanket around her, bringing her knees to her chest. They walked in, Sirius hushing the other.

“(Y/n), are you okay?” Remus asked, his hands fidgeting.

“You think I knew, don’t you?” she accused. “You think I had something to do with… I just heard whispering and went towards it. If I knew what that was, I wouldn’t have even touched it.”

“Hey, no one is accusing you of anything,” Sirius said softly, stepping in front of Remus. “We’re worried about you, that’s all.”

“(Y/n), I didn’t hear any whispering when I left you at your room,” Remus told her, watching her eyes tear up slightly.

“I heard it, I swear!” she pleaded. “It sounded like someone calling for me at first, over and over. The closer I got to… to the mirror it got louder, but I couldn’t understand it.”

“Remus now isn’t the time for this,” Sirius warned. Remus nodded in agreement.

“Of course, you’re right Pads.” Remus pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry (y/n), it’s just a lot to take in.”

“It’s fine.” she lied, plastering a fake smile on her face, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “I’m fine, I think I just need some sleep.”

“(Y/n), it’s okay if you don’t want to be by yourself tonight,” Sirius tells her, confused by her sudden change in demeanor. She had gone from a sobbing mess to calm and collected in a matter of moments. “One of us can stay in your room with you if you want, or you can stay in here. Your choice completely.”

“No, I’m just being over dramatic again. I’ll be fine, truly.” she placed the blanket back on the pile, heading to the door. “I’ll just head to bed though, sleep it off.”

“Overreacting?” Remus quirked his eyebrow, looking confused at Sirius.

“Yeah, it happens sometimes.” she takes a deep breath, avoiding their eye contact. “Good night you two. Sorry to have bothered your rest.”

As quickly as everything happened she pretended it didn’t. She left both the men confused in that room as she went into her own, ignoring the sound of whispers further down the hall. She closed the door silently and immediately fell to the ground, doing her best to keep her composure. She forced herself onto her feet and flopped down on the bed, utterly exhausted from the day.

As tired as she was she couldn’t sleep, only seeing her father’s face smiling at her in the mirror whenever she closed her eyes. His teeth bared, almost laughing at her. It was almost enough to drive her mad. She curled up in a blanket, deciding to do her best to keep her eyes open.

~~{𝘌𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘪𝘹}~~

#remus lupin x reader x sirius black #remus lupin #sirius black imagine #remus lupin imagine #sirius black x reader #sirius black #harry potter #harry potter imagine #molly weasley #hermione granger #ron weasley #ginny weasley #george weasley #fred weasley #voldemort

[whyistarchaser]

Marauders’ House ! Jegulus au

TW: anxiety/depression mentions (briefly), family trauma, not-too-important (nor loved) death character(s), substance “abuse” (non explicit, briefly).

“As It Was” is the lead single from the third album called Marauders’ House, where it seems like Black sings in a somewhat sorrowful voice about his bittersweet feelings of loneliness and the past, masking it with synths and an upbeat sound reminiscent of music from the ‘80s. After the announce was out, Black tweeted:

“It just feels like the thing I wanted to say, the moment I needed, the freedom I always deserved. I’m back back Black ;)”

see here the lyrics.

15:36 p.m.

To Reggie <3:

“ There’s this song I wrote. It’s not out yet, will be soon. Hope it can reach you before it gets released.

Talk to me

Please? ”

*Voice Memo.New_Single_As_It_Was*

The first time Sirius talked to a therapist was when his dad died. He felt so conflicted, mainly because he didn’t felt anything at all. He dealt with his “lost” so calmly and the grieving was nothing but easy for him.

Regulus, on the other hand, was a mess. Such as, he took a whole year off acting and followed his brother’s band around the world.

It helped him heal, the touring and having his big brother.

But when their mom died, everything shifted, Sirius felt a part of him died with her.

Maybe it was the trauma, the new feeling or the panic that his mother would haunt him in his dreams again. So Sirius decided it was for his own best to lock himself up in his big apartment with only Remus around and write the most raw lyrics he had ever written.

With a high upbeat repeating in his head, he wrote down his troubles and fears, how all the memories came back when he slept even though they were not the same. How nothing was as it was.

Answer the phone

"Sirius, you're no good alone

Why are you sittin' at home on the floor?

What kind of pills are you on?"

Ringin' the bell

And nobody's comin' to help

Your brother lives by himself

He just wants to know that you're well, oh

And oh Regulus, his little brother tried so hard to be there for him. Texting him constantly, trying to show up at his and Remus’ apartment, reaching out to the rest of the boys only to check up on him.

But Regulus was grieving too.

So after a few days, he stopped trying.

And after a month, Sirius became whole again.

His brother was still missing, and he couldn’t find enough strength to look at him and apologise. Instead, he wrote his brother an apology letter in the shape of a song.

Later that same day, Sirius invited the boys over for a movie night, to watch Sirius’ comfort movies, eating fast food and drinking cheap beer.

They were singing to Mamma Mia! when the apartment bell rang, startling the four of them. Peter paused the movie for a second but none of them moved, and the bell rang again.

“You go, James” said Sirius, snatching the TV remote from Peter’s hands, earning himself a hair pull from Peter and a glaring from Remus.

But, only because James was such a good friend (and the closest to the door), he stood up and walked over to open up right after the bell rang for a third time, finding Regulus’ teary eyes and his phone held up.

“Reg?” asked Sirius standing up from his couch, movie paused once again.

C’mon Sirius, we want to say goodnight to you!

The intro of As It Was was the only response Regulus had, right after brushing past James and standing right infront of his brother.

“Is that Dora?” the younger Black asked.

“It is” Sirius answered.

“Are you done avoiding me?”

“I’m sorry, Reg”

Regulus stared for a little longer at his brother’s eyes. “I needed you, Sirius.”

“I needed space”

Regulus looked hurt, but nodded after a while. He held his brother’s face with both hands and smiled with sadness in his eyes. “ I know. I still missed you”

That was enough for Sirius to crack and pull his little brother into a hug, sobbing in his shoulder.

“Wanker” whispered Regulus holding his brother up, crying too.

In this world, it's just us

You know it's not the same as it was

#jegulus #james potter #regulus black #starchaser #wolfstar #the marauders #remus lupin #harry potter #marauders #sirius black #sirius orion black #black family

[ijustwantogohomehogwarts]

p i a n o  |  m a n

p i a n o | m a n

Everyone was going to be spending Christmas weekend at Y/N's apartment (James, Lily, Remus, Sirius, Marline, Mary and Regulus). Regulus Black arrived a day early to give Y/N her Christmas present ahead of time, but he doesn't know that yet.

Warnings and such: None? Established "relationship" between fem!reader and Reggie, Super fluffy, brief thought of Walburga Black and Regulus’ life at home. Cute! Regulus! Rushed ending

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Regulus would never admit that he loved to play the piano- he always acted as though he can’t, won’t, or that the act of playing might cause him physical harm (all jokes aside). But I’ve heard him play, and he knows I have. I adore the sound! I deemed that he was going to play the piano for me, and that was going to be my Christmas present- he just didn’t know it yet! 

Everyone was going to be at my house late on Christmas morning, but Regulus was going to be here Christmas Eve. I thought it best not to ask how he pulled that one past his parents, but I was glad. He needed to spend as much time out of that horrible place as possible. He was due any minute, and the excitement that filled me was fueled by butter beer and the intoxicating Christmas music that filled my small apartment. We would all be on top of each other this weekend, but no one seemed to mind it. 

*Knock* *Knock* 

I ran to the door, whipping it open and smiled happily at the boy in the hallway. 

“Merry Christmas, Reggie!” He chuckled, stepping inside and turning down the record player that sat on a table in the entranceway. 

“Merry almost Christmas, Y/N.” He stepped forward, kissing my cheek. 

“Come on, let me show you around! I can’t have you getting lost while you’re here!”

I grabbed his hand, not even thinking about it, but Regulus didn’t pull away. He let me drag guide him through the apartment. There wasn’t much to see, and without magic, there’s no way 8 of us would be able to stay here comfortably, but it was cozy and homely- something everyone needed a lot of lately.

We finished the tour and were standing in the kitchen/living room- I was trying my best to figure out exactly how I wanted to tell Reggie about the piano I had “hidden” just a few feet in front of him. Concealment charms were my favorite!

“So, remind me again; how did you end up being the one hosting us all?” Regulus smirked over his glass of warm butterbeer. 

“I volunteered, of course! Why, are you jealous?”

“Absolutely not!” He laughed. It was such a beautiful sound. “But you can’t trick me here into playing the piano for you.”

“How the fuck did you know that?!”

He rolled his eyes, pulling his wand out and pointing it directly at the piano. A moment passed and it appeared, as if out of thin air. 

“Like I said, not going to happen!”

“Reggie!” I whined, setting down my cup and wrapping my arms lazily around his waist. “Please, please, please-”

“No.”

“One song! Then I’ll put it away!”

“Nope.”

“I won’t tell anyone!”

“Sorry, love.”

“For meeee?” He stiffened, swallowing hard. I watched his lip twitch, and I knew he was thinking- and close to caving in. “I love listening to you play, Reggie. I won’t ask again, I promise.” At least, not again this weekend!

He sighed loudly, throwing his head back and pretended to be deeply annoyed. 

“One song. ONE!”

I shirked with excitement, throwing my arms around his neck. 

“Get off,” he laughed. “Any requests?” 

I ran around the kitchen counter and plopped down on the couch, unable to contain my excitement. 

“The longest song you know!” 

I watched him take a seat, trying to shake the nerves out of his fingers. He tapped a few keys, then ran a hand through his curls. I took a moment to admire him, and, for the first time tonight, noticed that he was dressed in muggle clothes! Black jeans and black jacket, both were a little big on him but wow- he looked good! I almost wondered if they belonged to Sirius...

He thought for another moment before he began to play. The sound was just as beautiful as I imagined, even more so actually! I watched him without blinking, too afraid that if I did, it would be over. He played with his eyes closed a lot, his fingers moving skillfully and precisely, like he had been doing this his entire life. I couldn’t help but smile. Eventually, the music stopped, and he sat in silence for a moment. I watched him take a few deep breaths, like he had played without breathing. 

I couldn’t contain my excitement, and not knowing what you were supposed to do when someone finished playing the piano, I began to clap. Regulus looked at me and laughed. My heart sank a little as he stood and joined me on the couch. I knew the moment was over. 

“Total shit.” He sighed, his head thrown back on the couch, his hand resting on my thigh. 

“Are you insane! That was beautiful!” He shook his head but I could see a slight color appearing behind the freckles on his cheeks. I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed. “Beautiful.” 

...

Regulus had gone to bed hours ago, and there was no evidence to say he was awake behind the closed door. We had a great night, and I should be tired, exhausted even, but I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about Regulus playing the piano. I allowed my mind to wonder as I tip-toed into the living room. Was playing really that bad? Surely it couldn’t be, but growing up with Walburga Black? Maybe it was something that once brought him joy, but he felt too much pressure to enjoy it anymore?

The moon lit the entire living room, most of the apartment actually- as I sat at the bench that both of us had failed to make it disappear again after dinner, though I’m sure it will be gone before I wake up in the morning. My fingers grazed the keys, trying to remember Regulus as he played. I used to know how to play, a long, long time ago, but I didn’t dare try now. I wasn’t keen on waking Reg, especially to a horrid piano at 2am. 

“If I didn’t know any better,” I jumped, turning to face the doorway behind me. Clad in sweatpants and a plain white t shirt, Regulus stood, arms crossed, leaning on the wall. “I’d say you were about to play that thing.”

“Yeah, right!” My eyes followed him as he walked towards me, taking a seat and rubbing his hands on his knees. 

“Let’s see then?”

“Absolutely not! I haven’t played since I was...I don’t know, 12?”

He sighed, placing his fingers on the keys in front of him, and began to play softly. I watched him intently. This time, he played much softer, quieter, and slower. My own hand hovered over a set of keys, trying to remember how to play. Regulus noticed and smiled. I rolled my eyes and began to play with very little enthusiasm. We played for a moment, but I failed to remember anything beyond the first few keys. My hands fell to my lap and I watched him play. 

Everything about this moment was so peaceful. I thought he would stop after the first song, but he immediately began to play another, the transition was seamless. I rested my head on his shoulder, just as I had done earlier, and listened to him play. 

Soon, my eyes grew heavy and Regulus stopped playing. 

“Merry Christmas,” he mumbled against my head before kissing my hair.

“Please don’t stop.” I yawned, eyes closed. 

“Come on, we have to get up in a few hours.”

“Can I ask you something?” 

“Yes...”

“Why don’t you like playing?”

“It stops being fun when you’re always told you’re not good enough...” I didn’t expect him to answer, let alone give a real answer. I didn’t have time to respond. He stood, holding out his hand for me “Want me to tuck you in?”

“I’m not 5,” I laughed, deciding not to push for any more answers.

“Fine,” He turned and walked back towards his room. “Good night.”

I scrambled to my feet and chased after him, my arms wrapping tightly around his waist before be reached his door.

“Yes?” I could hear the smirk in his voice. I pulled him back a few steps and pushed him gently into my room. “Have you lost your voice?”

“Come on, Mr. Piano Man.”

He laughed as we climbed into bed. This wasn’t a new routine, but there was something different about it this time, perhaps because we weren’t in school? Perhaps because we were completely alone...

“Reggie-” I whispered, though I thought I had already fallen asleep. His name passing over my lips was a surprise, even to me.

“Go to sleep, love. Maybe I’ll play before everyone gets here- MAYBE.” 

I turned over quickly, desperate to fall asleep just so morning would come. Regulus laughed. It was such a beautiful sound. He wrapped an arm around my hips, pulling me back to him so our bodies were pressed together. Bold, Regulus Black! 

"Merry Christmas.”

#regulus black #reggie #reg #black #christmas #most noble house of black #ancient and most noble house of black #james potter #lily evans #lily evans potter #sirius black #remus lupin #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon #maraders #marauders era #piano man #piano #soft #fluff #cute #regulus x reader #regulus black x reader #pov #regulus deserved better #sirius deserved better #walburga's a+ parenting #walburga black

[euphorial-docx]

excerpt from the beginning of my punk marauders jegulus au thing <3

It all started in 1976.

A nation in economic decline after a World War. The Silver Jubilee of Elizabeth II. The final years of the Labour Party. Worker strikes spread like wildfire. Uncalloused hands picked up guitars. The first wave of punk coursing through the streets of London.

But for Regulus Black, it started in 1973.

David Bowie. Earls Court Exhibition Centre. The final leg of the Ziggy Stardust Tour. Sirius, Regulus’s older brother, carried equipment at the venue. Regulus hadn’t listened to Bowie much, was too scared of his parents finding out, but Sirius snuck him in anyway. They watched the show from their unpaid spots in the nosebleeds.

The concert was a shitshow, riddled with faulty PA systems and rowdy fans, but there the man was. David Bowie. Ziggy Stardust. He was demanding the stage with his red hair and tassels flowing from his sleeves, he was singing “Lady Stardust” and Regulus could barely hear it, and that is when it all started for Regulus Black.

He started sneaking into his brother’s room when their parents were out or busy, and he finally listened to those records. Bowie. The Doors. The Velvet Underground. The Stooges. The seeds were planted in his young mind.

He also went to school and, unlike his brother, he enjoyed it. Regulus learned maths and sciences, and he was good at them, but he thrived with a pencil in his hand. One of his teachers told him to let go of the pencils, to accept the dull future he was destined for, so of course he began to read. The Atrocity Exhibition. Twilight Of The Idols. Notes from Underground. The soil enriched, the seeds took root.

His brother got kicked out at 16, or ran away depending on the perspective, and Regulus cared but he also didn’t. They had been growing apart anyway. Sirius made friends and went out, Regulus made none and shut in. It was a natural evolution.

Alone in the house, Regulus kept a silent death grip on his pencils. Quietly, he kept listening to music. Iggy Pop. New York Dolls. Quietly, he kept reading. The Idiot. A Clockwork Orange. Quietly, a colourful garden bloomed.

#i do have a title planned but it’s long so i’ll wait to share it :) #jegulus

[callieyanderechan]

SIRIUS BLACK X SWIFTIE!READER

He's a swiftie too

That's probably how you two met

At one of those Taylor Swift nights at a club

Bro is just going at it and bumps into you

He was too focused on Taylor's god-like voice to notice you

You two start out as friends that share a love for Taylor Swift

Then you both drink a bit too much at another Taylor night and hook up

And he asks you to be his girlfriend

So now you are a swiftie power couple

His favourite song is All Too Well (Taylor's Version) (10 Minute Version) (From The Vault)

He doesn't have a favourite ex but he has one that he hates with a burning passion

*Cough* *Cough* John Mayer *Cough* *Cough"

He's been a swiftie since the VMA incident and supported Taylor while everyone was calling her a snake

He 100% owns EVERY cardigan and they are his most prized possessions

But he still lets you wear them, he says they look better on you anyway.

They don't, everything looks better on Sirius Black

Has every album and they are all perfectly displayed in the living room

He loves reacting to new songs with you

His favourite era is Reputation because it's just so cunty

You have come home to find him strutting around the house to LWYMD multiple times

You always join in

When he finds out about the Era's Tour he is immediately planning everything to go

He has hotels booked, rental cars ready to pick up, everything!

Does he care that tickets aren't even on sale yet?

No

He knows he will get tickets, he will literally steal them from someone if he has too

He gets them

And you two HAVE to dress up

He has his own version of the dance outfit from LWYMD custom made

And he rocked it all night

You two literally had the time of your life

Overall he is literally the best boyfriend for a swiftie to have because he is also a swiftie

#callieyanderechan #harry potter #the marauders x reader #the marauders #marauders headcanon #marauders x reader #marauders era #marauders #the marauders era #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x you #swiftie!reader #taylor swift taylor's version #swifties #taylor swift #reputation tv #reputation

[fishisvibing]

I haven't made a pin for my blog yet so here it is

Hi, I'm Fishé or Fish (if you're too lazy to type the é), any pronouns is fine. I'm in my 20s and I like to use vulgar words cuz I can't control my mouth and my delusional thoughts

In this house, I STAN SIRIUS BLACK AND HIS BOYFRIEND/HUSBAND/SOULMATE JAMES POTTER and please don't say anything bad about them or I'll cry and bark like a dog, I'm sensitive and emotional

Right now I ship PRONGSFOOT ROMANTICALLY and PRONGSFOOT ONLY

Please don't ever mention or reblog any of my arts with the tag jegulus when I have arts of them in the same panel cuz I fucking hate that ship. I only accept the interaction they have in their whole lives is flipping the fuck sign across the quidditch field and Regulus face palms whenever James comes to ask if will Sirius like his new cologne or will this flower bouquet compliment his brother's dazzling beauty. To me, they'd make great brothers in laws

I LOVE BOTTOM SIRIUS A LOT SO DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE IMPLY HE'S A TOP IN MY BLOG AND MY ARTS CUZ TO ME HE'S A DEVOTED WIFE. Well, that's just my preference, thank you for understanding. Also I like him as a bottom bc James as a top is fucking BLAZING FLAMING HOT you can't change my mind

Also when I post both Sirius and James in my art without the tag 'prongsfoot', it means that art is completely platonic bc I do enjoy besties being besties. Otherwise, they're completely in love and ready to be married in 2 seconds in every single one of my arts

That's the end for now, I'm pretty chill tbh but please respect my preference while you're having a tour here 🥺🥺. Thank you so much. Love you all 🥰🥰

[greenerteacups]

have a few questions for u! i loved your latest chapter, i believe it’s my favourite one to date together with the yule ball special :)

01. since u’re writing a (very intense) re-write of book 1 to 7 canon, how happy/sad were you about draco’s arc in the books and films? it always bugged me that him and the slytherins didn’t get to shine that much in both aspects, and that’s why we never really got to appreciate them a lot when the books and films came out. would love to hear your take on this!

02. not sure if this has been asked before, but what thing/s inspired you to write lionheart? i recall reading it was because of your love for to all the young dudes, but i’d love to hear you talk about this more

03. if j* r****** weren’t as awful a person as she was (and so terribly closed minded too) do you think there would have been a way for draco and hermione to be together in canon, or at least be some level of friends, if not together romantically?

04. i’m a narcissa black-malfoy apologist and stan, and can i just say, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for writing her in such a beautiful and heartbreaking way. i cannot wait to see how you write her arc in books 5-7.

05. an absolute, absolute shot in the dark - but since friday’s last update was sort of a cliff hanger - would you be open to a double update or an earlier than usual update this week? we aren’t entitled to anything but i swear to you, i was biting my nails and at the edge of my seat fr the minute i ran to the friday update. draco and sirius’s conversation was too real and too beautiful i sobbed so much.

i love you!!! may the universe bless you with all the good karma (is my boyfriend, is a god, is the breeze in my hair on the weekend)!!!

hello! thank you for all the questions, wow!! will probably answer some in separate posts because tumblr usually censors my craft glitches out when i write long asks BUT

how happy/sad were you about draco’s arc in the books and films?

[looks at 400,000 words of AU fic about draco's arc] oh yeah i feel normal and care a regular amount about it

Man, it makes me sad. It makes me sad that almost all the Death Eaters are also children of Death Eaters, establishing this as a familial cycle of violence and hatred, and that's just... left to sit there in the narrative, implicating.

Draco’s arc in particular is a flat downward descent from schoolyard bully into a fascist death cult, and it’s bleak as fuck. like, if these books are written from Draco’s POV, it is some gruesome and deeply cynical stuff, guaranteed. which is a shame, because I think “reluctant and begrudging reformed villain” is an amazing character type that he could have fulfilled perfectly. doesn’t even have to go on tour with the Golden Trio, either; because I lost hope for Redemption Arc after the end of book 6, my ideal world going into book 7 was just having Draco stuck in Grimmauld Place, being bitchy and ill-tempered about the Order’s witness-protection equivalent, while the others treat him like a house-elf. “oh, yeah, that’s Draco, he used to bully us but now he has to ask us to buy the tea he likes at the grocer’s,” etc. I mean, full redemption would have been great, and by far the most rewarding for him/me personally as a reader, but I kind of figured by the end of HBP that it wasn’t in the cards. JKR writes characters in a particular way when she’s interested in them as people, and Draco was just never written with that level of attention or care. 

he’s not even given a particularly rewarding antagonist arc. he doesn’t follow through and kill Dumbledore, thus giving him something irrevocable and life-scarring to repent for; but neither does he join the Order (e.g., Disappearance), meaning his ultimate contribution to the war effort is just this listless, choiceless trend of enabling. he’s forced into the plot with the Vanishing Cabinet, but can't kill Dumbledore; he tries to hide Harry’s identity from Bellatrix in Book 7, but it doesn’t work; he tries to catch Harry in the Room of Requirement and fails, then has to be saved by Harry from fiendfyre his own incompetent sidekick conjured. cringe failson. it’s also hilarious put in contrast with this fanon we have of hypercompetent draco — it’s like we all saw him and were like god bless can we please get this man a skillset. jesus christ he is getting killed out here.

but anyway tbh I think the most character development we see from him in all 7 novels is when Hermione slaps the shit out of him in POA (call that spell of Shutting the Fuck Up the way he doesn't even try to retaliate). The bathroom scene in book 6 is huge, because it’s the first time we get a modicum of sympathy for him, but that’s not followed up on — we just sort of leave him with “yeah, that’s tough.” we don’t even know why the Malfoys go back to Voldemort, because by all accounts, they seem miserable. Lucius seems miserable even before he hits his Flop Era in book 6-7, but he’s also broadly miserable all the time when we see him (likely bc we only see him when he’s plotting/scheming/exploding in rage when Harry manages to yet again Scooby Doo one of his plots, but who knows). I think the seventh book subtly implies the Malfoys are so close with Voldemort because of Bellatrix, and [spoilers incoming] I myself lean heavily on that thread in later sequences in Lionheart, but in the books it’s up to the reader as to how much the Malfoys really believe in the Dark Lord versus just comply with his orders from fear.

#greenteacup asks #draco malfoy #lionheart #thank you! i hope karma is a relaxing thought <3 #sweet like honey etc etc

[z0mbieb0ybyersblog]

Wild Hearts - chapter one

(WH master list)

pairing: Wolfstar, + side ships that will be added later

warning: mature, strong language, maybe some suggestive things 👀, angst, fluff

word count: 1.1k

ao3 tags: Cowboy Remus Lupin, Cowboy AU, cowboy like me on full volume, I love cowboys, save a horse ride a cowboy type of shit, Disabled Remus Lupin, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, inappropriate use of lassos, Wrote This While Listening to Taylor Swift's Music

notes:

I made a playlist for the fic if you guys wanna check it out!

summary:

Sirius Black is a runaway, burdened by a troubled past, who escapes the confines of his old life and seeks refuge, looking for work on a remote ranch.

The ranch is owned by Remus Lupin, a rugged cowboy who keeps to himself, haunted by his own secrets. Who is looking to hire someone to work on the farm with him because Remus is unable to do the work alone after a farm accident that left one of his legs permanently disabled. Remus had other farmhands but needed someone to live on the ranch with him and take care of the rest of the work.

(originally published on ao3)

The Homestead

The scorching sun beat down on the vast landscape, casting its golden glow over the Silver Crest ranch that stood as a sanctuary amidst the rugged wilderness. Sirius' heart pounded with anticipation as the cab pulled up the property's driveway; it was nothing like where he grew up.

"You sure this is the right place?" The cab driver said as the car came to a stop. Sirius slung his only bag over his shoulder. "Yup." He said, getting out of the cab. He had paid the driver beforehand, so the cab drove off, leaving Sirius to admire where he would work and live for a while.

As Sirius ventured into the ranch, he couldn't help but take in the breathtaking beauty surrounding him. The sprawling fields, dotted with grazing cattle and sheep, hinted at a simpler existence, far removed from the complexities he had left behind.

Sirius approached the opening of the barn. It wasn't that big, but it was a decent size, and its paint was old and chipping away. There was a tan man inside the barn. He wore a dirty white tank top and circle glasses, and his hair was a mess and slick with sweat.

"Hello?" Sirius said to capture the man's attention. The man turned around, confused, but his confusion was quickly replaced with a bright grin. "Hey! What can I do for you?" He asked, walking over to Sirius, "Oh, uh, I'm supposed to start work here today." Sirius stated, and the man took a second before finally realizing, "Oh! You must be Sirius; I'm James. We spoke on the phone." James said, sticking his hand out, "It's nice to meet you in person, James." Sirius said, shaking his hand.

"Well, anyway, about the job, you don't start today; today's mostly getting you situated and showing you around," James explained, and Sirius nodded his head to say he understood. "If you follow me, I can give you a quick tour and show you where you will stay while you are here," James said as he exited the barn, and Sirius trailed after.

James showed Sirius around the property, and they stopped outside an old cabin house. "Here is the bunkhouse; this is where me and some other ranch hands stay," James explained as Sirius examined the building, "Though you won't be staying here." "Why not?" Sirius asked, a bit confused. "Well, your job has more domestic work, so you'll stay in the main house," James said. "The main house?" Sirius asked, and James pointed up the hill to an off-white two-story farmhouse with a metal roof and a porch wrapping around it.

"Who else stays in the main house?" Sirius asked, examining the house from the bottom of the hill. "None of us ranch hands stay up there; it's only Remus up there. I and Peter go up there for a bit, but we don't necessarily stay long." James explained, mentioning someone named Peter, and Sirius assumed it was another ranch hand.

James started going up the hill to the house, and Sirius trailed behind, "Remus said you'll be staying in the extra room. It's kinda small, but it's liveable." James said as they walked up the porch stairs. Sirius didn't care if the room was tiny as long as he had a place to stay.

James opened the screen door and knocked loudly on the entry door; it took a second before Sirius heard loud thudding noises from inside the house approaching the door. When the door swung open, Siriuis was surprised at the sight of the man before him. He expected an older gentleman, but instead, he was met with a young man, maybe around his age; he was taller than him and James. The man had stubble on his chin and scars trailing along his face. The man looked Sirius up and down, confused, before asking James, "Who is this?" "This is Sirius; he is the new farm hand who will be helping you around here," James explained as the man whom Sirius suspected was Remus went back inside the house James followed after, Sirius followed slowly as he went into the home. It was cozy; it looked well lived in; books lined the walls in the living room, many ashes lay in the brick fireplace, and framed pictures lined the mantel over the top.

The three reached a door that sat down the hall from the kitchen, "This is your room." Remus said, opening the door to reveal a small room that was now Sirius' living quarters. Remus walked away before Sirius or James could say anything. As Remus walked away from the pair, Sirius finally noticed that Remus walked with a small limp and was accompanied by a wooden cane.

"Sorry about him. He's not very keen on someone staying here to help him. The others and I had to try everything to convince him to have someone be up here." James sighed and chuckled. "So, what am I here to help him with?" Sirius asked, "Well, you will help him when he is down at the barn. He likes to push himself 'cause it is a lot of work for him and in general, so you'll help minimize that workload. You will also be doing normal stuff around here, like helping care for the animals, but that's mostly it unless Remus says otherwise." James explained. "Oh, one more thing: Remus is a little sour to people, especially newer people, but he means well, I promise," James said, and Sirius mentally noted everything James had told him.

"Alrighty, I'll be heading out back to the farm. You can get yourself situated in your room and prepare for tomorrow's work. Tomorrow, Marlene will help learn the ropes. She's another ranch hand. You'll like her. Anyway, see you around Sirius!" James said cheerfully as he left the farmhouse.

Sirius entered his room finally; it wasn't that bad. He would make do with it. As Sirius put away the clothes he had brought inside the old wooden bureau, he heard a voice behind him, "You don't snore, do you?" The voice said, and Sirius turned quickly to see it was Remus in the doorway. "Um, no?" Sirius replied, and Remus nodded. "Good, the walls are thin, and I don't want to hear it." And he walked off.

A little while later, Sirius shut the door to his room and sprawled out across his bed. Sirius had to get used to being here; it was such a change from his past home; well it wasn't ever home, not to him at least. But this, he hoped, would be his home, a place where he could be him without the constant ridicule of others. A place to be free.

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[pockets-full-of-roses-writing]

my james fleamont potter headcanons !!

(which have changed from time to time and have be influenced heavily)

i wanted to share some of my headcanons since my lovely boy’s birthday is coming up! (i’m writing this in advance <33)

since i didn’t get to write anything for moony’s birthday, i’m gonna make it up with prongs (and i’ll have a small blurb for my loony lupin ofc)

this boy misplaces his glasses. i just know he does. he’ll be asking around, “HAVE ANY OF YOU SEEN MY GLASSES??” and sirius will slap him in the back of the head, making his glasses fall back down to his nose.

curly. black. hair. he has a whole routine that effie and him curated for his hair type. and it looks (and feels amazing)

he wears oversized clothes when he’s nervous. don’t ask me how. he’ll wear his baggy gryffindor sweater over everything. it’s like his good luck charm

he’s bisexual. he dated regulus in hogwarts, and he fell completely for lily afterward. nobody died. they’re all okay

GOLD JEWELRY. THIS BOY WEARS GOLD. IT SUITS HIM. gold necklace, bracelet, rings. whatever he can get. his parents spoil him with new charms each year, making his bracelets filled with them

he has this stuffed otter that his dad got him when he was little. they had went to the zoo together and james just loved how cute they were. so, he asked for this otter stuffy. (he still has it in his room)

james has moles all over his body. he has a lot of them on his face and his arms. only the lucky can count all of them, since they go below his waist too. (0//0)

he has had those gay thoughts back when he thought he was fully straight.

when sirius came to him about liking guys, james played it off saying, “we all have those dreams” (some people don’t james. some people aren’t as gay as you.)

yeah, he’s kissed sirius before to see if he liked guys (since they don’t see each other like that, this whole experiment didn’t work). they were revealed as gay/bi after finding their lovers

he and lily would absolutely blast taylor swift in their house. they would be screaming at the eras tour i swear

THIS BOY KNOWS HOW TO KEEP A RELATIONSHIP RUNNING SMOOTHLY. even if he messed up from time to time, he knows what he has to do to fix it.

he got a tattoo of antlers on his left bicep. on the right bicep he has a tattoo of a wolf, a dog, and a rat.

james loves his friends and would do absolutely anything for them <33

i feel like his love language could be so many. they must change from person to person, depending on what they like.

james fleamont potter, happy birthday <33 !!

#james fleamont potter #james potter #james potter headcanon #marauders headcanons #happy birthday my love #you should’ve stayed alive #but some bitch had to kill you #you’re still alive here don’t you worry

[dufferpuffer]

One of my favourite headcanons is that Sirius Black was a fan of Muggles. He hated pureblood ideology so much that he went the opposite way "Whats so special about being a pureblood wizard, mother!? Half-bloods are just as good - MUGGLEBORNS are just as good... hell, even MUGGLES seem to be doing alright for themselves!" He liked Muggle cooking - he had a book on it even. (Knowledge that came in handy when he was fresh out of Azkaban without a wand) He liked survivalist techniques, he was magically untraceable with his non-magical knowledge mixed with his dog body. He would challenge himself to go days without using his wand, just for fun. He had many, many chats with Arthur Weasley on how muggle technology had changed while he was in prison. Tours through Arthur's shed where they played with bits and bobs late into the night, driving Molly mad. One of the first things Remus and Sirius bonded over as teenagers was Remus showing him muggle music, them both getting into Queen and Bowie, Sirius becoming obsessed with Deep Purple and Black Sabbath... He didn't hear any music for 12 years. Then when he got out... one of the first things they bonded over again was Remus showing him his cassette tape collection, even giving Sirius his walkman. "Wow... Muggles have really worked out how to make music compact, huh?" (wait till he hears about compact discs) Trapped in his big lonely house, mostly by himself... he got a COMPUTER. Did he know how to use it properly? Absolutely fucking not - at first... But then he was connecting to bulletin boards. Then he was playing DOOM. Then he was showing anyone who would look the funky little things he was programming in BASIC. "It's alot like casting a complex charm, really-!" ... And so, in any AU I can imagine where Sirius survives, or becomes a teacher to keep an eye on Harry... I imagine him as a Muggle Studies teacher. Perhaps the first, or one of only a few, Purebloods to take the position.

#sirius black #hp #headcannons #arthur weasley