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flusteredmoonn · 22 days

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electric touch; sirius black

summary: "all i know, is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life," in which they take a significant risk in their relationship.

tags: (SFW), fluffy, soft? sirius, love confessions, friends to lovers, mentions of war, semi war angst, fast paced, afab reader, unspecified house, she/her pronouns, third person y/n.

words: 1.0k+

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the corridor was soundless compared to the chirping of birds in the courtyard, leaves rustled through the wind as it whipped through the windowless arches. not a student was in sight, the school being left near barren as half term commenced. even the school's poltergeist, peaves, didn't leave a trail of sound in his wake. though the peace was disrupted when the pitched sound of dress shoes walking across the aged flagstone erased the sounds of the night as a storm swirled distantly.

sirius hadn't gotten on the train at hogsmeade station with his friends, instead, he decided to stay back. though not before saying a final goodbye to his three friends at the station, bidding them a goodbye, before making the lonely trek back to the castle with hagrid, who made sure the first years had made it onto the train safely. the air between them had been left sombre.

at least this way his parents wouldn't be disappointed that he was spending his half term with blood traitors, he had bitterly thought to himself as he traversed the empty hall. his steps increased in pace the more he continued to think, on a mission to climb gryffindor tower and cosy up in his four poster bed.

however, his plans were immediately disrupted when he had heard a second set of steps, moving toward him. his attention piqued, though he kept his head down. who would still be out and wandering the halls at this time? probably some second years taking full advantage of the prefects not enforcing rules, because it's half term, sirius assumed.

he was quickly disproven when he caught sight of a familiar face, perking up at the prospect of not having to spend the next week and a half alone.

"y/n?" he verbally questioned, adjusting his posture as he paused his movements. her head quipped up, from her stare to the ground, rain filled the silence rhythmically.

"sirius?" she parroted, face pulling together in confusion, "i thought you left already? with everyone else?"

"nah, decided to stay back this time, don't really fancy getting another howler from mum and dad," the boy laughed off, stepping closer to the girl, as they still remained on opposite ends of the corridor.

"do you usually get a howler during half term, are you not going home?" she wondered, mimicking sirius' efforts to close the gap between them.

"well when i stay with james 'n' stuff i do, yeah," the boy somewhat mumbled, looking around in avoidance.

"oh right."

"yeah," silence fell between them, a sudden tensity between them at the tail end of the conversation.

another beat, rain continuing to patter through the archways.

"why're you staying back this time, that's not like you," sirius pointed out, a small smile on his face as it scrunched. "y'know, things to do, people to see," the girl laughed at her words, before further elaborating on her plans to study for the term ahead, with the inevitable disruptions soon to come.

an illuminating flash of lightning eerily casted shadows across the two, followed by a loud clap of thunder. even the insinuated conversation of whatever may be looming in their future was an unspoken thing through the school, the stands of great knights' armour sharing a knowing look of what was to come.

subconsciously, y/n took a step toward sirius, looking outside at the swirling storm. his hand gently went to her arm, a comforting gesture as another loud rumble filled the space.

"should we go inside," he suggested, taking a step in the direction of gryffindor tower. wordlessly, the girl agreed, following the boy closely as he made his way toward his home common room.

on their walk, his arm ended up around her as the intensity of the storm increased. their typical playful banter filled the air, the portrait's not bothering to tell them off for their disturbances. the tension in the girl eased the more they both talked with one another. and sirius could tell. which only encouraged the jokes he had cracked.

without the pressure of the other boys, the two could act without consequence. and the more the night progressed, the less careful they had both become. the fire of the red and gold commons crackling, as they sat shoulder to shoulder on the red pleated couch. idle conversation bounced between them until pin-drop silence overtook them.

"i'm glad you're here," sirius suddenly spoke, a shy smile on his face as he glanced over at y/n, gauging her reaction. "half term would be so lonely without you," he continued shamelessly, trying to rebuild his nonchalant facade.

"me too, it'd be weird being here by myself, or with anyone else. m' glad it's you," she replied, looking over and replicating his expression.

"really?"

"yeah," she paused, "plus, it'd be so awkward if james was here, he'd take the piss so bad if he saw us right now," she suddenly laughed, hand moving to hover in front of her mouth.

he grabbed her wrist gently, moving her hand down, her laughter simmered down at his actions. they stared at one another in silence, the rain picking up as it hit the tempered windows harshly. he leaned in ever so slightly, again waiting for her reaction before he moved forward. his energy became hesitant for a moment, until she closed her eyes inhaling, shuffling closer to him. he followed suit, closing his eyes and leaned closer to the girl.

their lips connected, heads turning to a diagonal as they breathed each other in. breathlessly, they pulled apart, searching the other's faces for a reaction.

"are you sure you want to do this," she asked him, still trying to regulate her breathing, her face flushed.

"yes. definitely. but you know that this changes everything," he smiled at her, eyes darting over her face, his own equally as beat red.

"yeah, that's okay. i want that."

"good," he said, leaning in to capture her in another kiss.

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flusteredmoonn · 23 days

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Girl I just wanted to say that I LOVE how you wrote the girls you loved before. It was so charming!

thank you thank you thank you! i'm thinking i wanna be more active soonish, schools just been hectic recently!! <3

#*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 💌#askbox

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flusteredmoonn · 2 months

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all of the girls you've loved before

summary: "but i love you more," in which the song provides insight into how their previous experiences with love have shaped the way they are in a relationship.

tags: (SFW), fluff, drabble?, headcanons?, slightly canon divergent, mentions of abuse; no descriptions, ooc!marauders, afab!reader, x reader.

words: 1.0k+

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james potter

james grew up surrounded by love, particularly from his parents. for him, this was a fundamental part in shaping the way he views romantic love, and the way he approaches romance through the duration of his time at hogwarts. the boy was so loved growing up that he doesn't quite understand when his friends don't experience the same thing or feel the same way towards love, at first, but then quickly comes to the realisation that he can step into the roll his parents served in loving him as he grew up. this makes him fill in the emotional roll of a parent within his friend group, which is why he becomes so full on toward lily in their second year.

he becomes persistent in his want to impress her and have her validation. in his second year of schooling, she teaches him to validate himself, even if that lesson came from her lack of attention toward him and her friendship with severus snape.

however, over the course of the next four years, for better or for worse, he wore lily down, eventually getting into a relationship with her. their relationship was the definition of healthy, until it wasn't. in the beginning, they were inseparable, they could be mistaken for almost the same person. though that was very quick to fade out as the intensity of their final exams began to weigh on them.

this breakup hit him hard, because of the idea of her he had in his head for almost the entirety of his schooling. he was forced to let that go, and so he grieved the relationship and his attachment to her. though, she did teach him lots about love, and the importance of communication in relationships, especially romantically, which he carried later into his life. this is why his next relationship is probably one of the healthiest relationships that anyone around him had ever seen.

sirius black

on the entirely opposite end of the spectrum, sirius never had a good role model of a relationship in his youth. his parents' marriage was one of convenience, it was loveless, which was expected because they were cousins. as a child, it was the kind of relationship he expected to find himself in when he became an adult. he expected to be married off, probably to one of his cousins, before he had even finished his schooling at hogwarts.

he hated the idea of being in a relationship just like his parents' one. they seemed to loathe each other, but because of their allegiance to voldemort, they had to constantly be in each other's corner. they had taken their indifference and dislike for one another out on both sirius and regulus, which was formative to their perception of a healthy relationship. though, this was until sirius had met james, and then had met his parents. his world was flipped upside down, his perception of what love looked like was completely changed.

so, in his aspiration for rebellion, he had decided to become a heartbreaker. and he did. part of him felt bad about the girl's he had lead on. but he knew it made his parents upset. he absolutely didn't, he just hoped when he returned during half term that he had reeked of mischief. although, he was changed when he had his first serious something with mary macdonald. she had taught him to be patient, and that not all relationships are as upsetting and distressing as his parents. that love can be something exciting and that is isn't meant to be heart wrenching.

unfortunately, as the war began to rage on, they were dawn apart. the order's agenda was rigorous, they were more frequently than not sent on opposing missions, especially because sirius was promised to voldemort by his parents, and eventually it drove them apart. and he descended into madness, suddenly he had no one he could trust. trust had become so important to him, but when he loves next, he loves ten times as hard. because he doesn't want to feel so alone again.

remus lupin

similarly to sirius, remus never had a solid example of what a healthy relationship looked like. especially not with his condition. and as a result of this, his relationship with his parents was strained, to say the least. though he never outwardly said it, from a young age, remus had known that his father feared him. he grew up surrounded by people in relationships, but none of them seemed truly happy. and he could feel the contempt both of his parents had for him, of course, his mother did love him, before the attack, and he held on to that, it's what got him through his years prior to hogwarts.

at hogwarts, this boy was very quickly loved, and frankly adored, by those around him. particularly, from james and sirius, these two boys showed remus, for the first time in a long time, what it was to be loved. and he cherished the feeling that the knowledge provided. they had taught him how to be a regular kid, a revealing revelation for remus. james and sirius taught remus the joy of causing mischief, how he felt like a normal kid after watching his friends at quidditch practice, and then they'd play fight and roll through the mud.

romantically, this boy had only observed that sort of love. he saw the admiration in his friend's eyes when someone they fancied walked past, or the hushed whispers of some of the girl's in the common room gushing over which boys they found the most attractive. he knew that love was delicate, but ultimately, in a romantic sense, he never had someone to directly show him how to feel it. though, he supposed it wasn't all that different to the love he felt for his friends, or when he thought he fancied one of his classmates.

this man loves in such a wise, and committed sense. truly beyond his years with how mature of a relationship he desires, and in the way he loves.

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flusteredmoonn · 3 months

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superman; regulus black

summary: "he has his mothers eyes, his fathers ambition," in which she is proud of him that he is the one chosen, succumbing to his parents expectations.

tags: (SFW), fluff, drabble, slight one sided angst, mentions of war, threats of war, implied previous threatened violence, implied voldemort supporter!reader, she/her pronouns, third person y/n.

words: 700+

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the meetings end was uncharacteristically abrupt. chairs screeched as the members of the organisation were dismissed, not even an ambient conversation filled the stagnate air in the great hall of the manor. eeriness loomed outside of the houses walls, it felt haunted, like they weren't alone. though the silence was soon shattered by a husky voice,

"regulus, you stay behind, boy," it's owner's tone was authoritative, making the boy still in the archway of the room. he inhaled sharply before turning around and retracing his steps back into the room, posture assured yet his shoulder's slumped.

"my lord," his voice was suddenly adolescent, like he was back home and talking with his parents. a stark contrast to the boy that many who lingered on the other side of the heavy door had known.

"i have something to ask of you.." the older man alluded, "and who better to trust than a member of one of our world's most loyal families," he held a snide smile as something akin to cunning glistened in his usually stoic expression.

"what is it, my lord," the boy nervously questioned, though his voice never wavered and he rolled his shoulders back in faux confidence. the air in the room became stagnate when the dark lord revealed the favour he asked of the younger boy. surely it couldn't possibly be so simple, the trade of a house elf for unwavering trust.

he had apparated back to his parents home, releasing a hesitant breath as his ancestors discussed conspicuously about the agenda of the meeting. summoning his beloved house elf with a small pop, he commanded kreature to serve the dark lord for as long as voldemort deemed to be suitable.

regulus caught the exchange of words from several of the portraits, questioning how he could be in such close quarters with voldemort, speculating if he would copy the betrayal of his brother. he pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing he turned toward the staircase, ascending them and walking toward his bedroom.

using his fireplace, he travelled the floo network to the leaky cauldron, where he was set to meet with someone. she sat quietly in a corner of the pub, a stein of butterbeer in front of her as she watched the entrance. her eyes moved over to him, a smile gracing her face, meeting her eyes as he strode over to her.

he shouted at tom, the pub owner, for another round of butterbeer before he seated himself opposite her. "hey," he smiled shyly at her, thanking the barman for bringing their drinks over.

"hi," she replicated his tone, taking another sip from the glass in front of her. she began to ask about the death eater's meeting, her tone becoming swiftly hesitant as he features hardened, her voice soon trailing off.

"it was good, i think," he began, eyes looking around in avoidance, "i got tasked with something, finally," his expression lightened at the prospect of his importance. surprise graced y/n's face,

"really? that's really good, reg, i'm proud of you," she smiled, "how did your parents react?" she queried with a small smirk.

"oh, uhm 'haven't told them yet," he mirrored her expression. "well i'm sure they'll be proud."

"yeah."

a beat of silence lingered in the space between them, each taking the opportunity to fill it with a sip of their drinks.

"just don't wanna disappoint sirius, you know," he spoke after a while, avoiding eye contact.

"you won't, he'll be happy so long as you're happy, i'm sure of it," the girl spoke softly, extending her hand to him, squeezing it in response to him taking it. he nodded solemnly, smiling briefly at her before suggesting that they take their leave from the pub and spend the rest of the evening in town.

with a hum in agreement, she stood up from the table as the pair made their way to the bar to pay, before making their way into town.

"i am really proud of you, you know?" she exclaimed comfortingly.

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flusteredmoonn · 3 months

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ours; james potter

summary: "life makes love look hard," in which he proves to her that he aspires to live up to his parents relationship.

tags: (SFW), fluff, drabble, potentially canon divergent/ ooc james and sirius, she/her pronouns, third person y/n.

words: 650+

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green light flashed briefly through the living room in the potter's house before the room went back to it's dimly lit atmosphere. crackling from the fireplace echoed through the room as the soot settled on her coat. bag in hand, she hesitantly stepped onto the carpeted floor, footsteps following the commotion into the room.

"hello?" an all too familiar voice spoke as he continued to move in the direction of the floo network, hearing the pop and whoosh that came with travelling by floo, "y/n? you're here," he exclaimed moving excitedly towards her as his friends sauntered in behind him.

"james," she responded with a smile, giving him an affectionate hug before he insisted on taking the bag she was holding.

"hey boys," she waved to remus and sirius, smiling at them both as she briefly embraced each of them, before smoothing down the front of her outfit. the boys reciprocated the girl's greeting and the four fell into a natural conversation. quickly, the fireplace magically resumed its comforting light, small crackles filling the empty space of the room as a wood stoked fire appeared.

"how've your holidays been?" remus plainly asked the girl, who responded positively, returning the question to the rest of the group. though it wasn't long before they were settled in another living room space, chatting and laughing over several packets of leftover honeydukes sweets from term time as they played several rounds of exploding snap.

laughing into the night, they were soon interrupted by a small pop, and a nervous voice speaking sweetly to the curly haired boy, "master james, dinner is ready for him and his friends," the house elf was blunt, avoiding the lingering glances of the other three in the room.

"oh, thank you lucky," james smiled at the nervous house elf, who upon the response disapparated with a small pop. he stood up, straightening his trousers, turning back to his girlfriend and holding his hand out for her to take before leading the group to the dining room.

"i didn't know you had a house elf, james," y/n spoke quietly as they walked through an aged wooden archway.

"yeah, mum doesn't necessarily support it but she likes the extra help, i guess," he spoke, looking at her, pulling her seat at the table out for her. with a pop, the food appeared on the table, along with crockery and an array of cutlery next to it. mr potter walked through another archway leading into the room, supposedly from the kitchen.

the man laughed, throwing his head back as light laughter echoed behind him. the boy's parents sat down opposite himself and his girlfriend, remus and sirius seated at each end of the table. swiftly, the meal commenced and slight chatter began to rise throughout the room, several conversations filling the space.

sirius and remus pulled faces at one another, whilst james' parents looked gleefully to each other. the boy watched his parents, as they seemed extraordinarily happy, exchanging what seemed to be an old inside joke between them as they erupted into loud laughter. james looked to y/n, who seemed to also be watching the couple, a delicate smile upon her face as she admired their contentment. he replicated her smile, looking back to his parents with a happy sigh, he moved one of his hands to rest over her own, squeezing it slightly.

his parents had always seemed happy throughout his whole life. it was something he aspired to achieve for himself. something he had thought was possible with lily, yet something he found rather comfortingly within his girlfriend, who seemed equally as admirable of his parents relationship, how they still openly joked childishly, and seemed to be in their own bubble of love.

and it was that moment which the boy concluded that he would give y/n the same happiness his parents shared.

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flusteredmoonn · 4 months

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long live; remus lupin

summary: "long live all the mountains we moved," in which they build walls around their relationship as the world caves in around them.

tags: (SFW), fluff, drabble, mentions of war, post-hogwarts remus and y/n, fast paced, she/her pronouns, third person y/n.

words: 500+

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the noise of the wind chimes ricocheted throughout the kitchen as the wind made them dance outside. she watched the sea, as the waves came and went, the almost methodic movement becoming entrancing. her eyes moved toward the whistle kettle sitting on the stove top and then to her mug which was readied with a teabag. quietly, the boy entered the room, passing by his girlfriend and squeezing her hip before reaching into a high cupboard for a glass.

"g'morning," he greeted as he ran the sink and filled the glass, moving to turn the dial on the radio, adjusting it as it bounced from several muggle radio stations, until the persistent repetition of the order's mission call; detailing their main agenda using an obscure code.

"morning," she smiled brightly at him, bringing her now poured and steeped mug of tea to her lips. remus moved next to her, leaning against the countertop as he watched her continue to watch the ambience of the early morning. the noise of the radio filled the comfortable silence between them for a while,

"do you think that all of this will be over soon?" she quietly uttered, not looking toward him, but rather at the contents of her mug. the rest of the house remained stagnate, still yet to wake for the day. uneasiness radiated between both remus and y/n, the boy searching for an answer.

"i hope so," his tone became melancholic, flashing the girl a small smile, "the end seems to be in sight, i think," he concluded, placing his glass on the side behind him.

waves lapsed the sand outside the window, as a flock of birds flew overhead, capturing the girl's attention momentarily. headquarters had never been a stable place to be, constantly on the move and constantly under threat, making the tranquility of the house a scarce comfort. remus followed her line of sight, also watching the seafront.

he knew he was lying to her, he knew that this war was far from over, but everyone was in need of comfort most recently. his was reassured of this as the radio began to list the known death tolls both for muggle and magical folk all around england. his heart sank as he turned, moving his hand to rest on her lower back. both remus and y/n sharply inhaled as many names of their former classmates were read out.

"i don't know how much more of this i can take," she cut the tension the radio emitted with a sigh, leaning into her boyfriend, who rubbed his hand up and down her arm comfortingly.

"i know," his voice equally as small as hers, "me too," he kissed the top of her head, before pulling away, hearing some of the headquarters other occupants descending the stairs.

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flusteredmoonn · 4 months

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last kiss; james potter

summary: "i never thought we'd have a last kiss," in which what was meant to be a ruse to fool the dark lord works all too well.

tags: (SFW), angst, one sided angst, attempted angst, post-hogwarts! james and reader, long build up for a whole lotta nothing ngl, canon divergent, she/her pronouns, third person y/n.

words: 1.2k+

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her heart dropped the moment she had learnt of the prophecy. a prophecy which cast a certain darkness looming eerily through the rest of the meetings attendees. she wasn't sure if it was a darkness which hung or the tension as sybil trewlawney spoke the prediction to life. her voice shook as albus dumbledore pulled her aside for further questioning.

the silence was deafening. very few members of the order dared to share glances amongst them. her words still danced through the room.

a pair, one must die at the other's hand, for neither can live whilst the other survives.

suddenly, james dared to look at his girlfriend, who had already been looking at him. his heart dropped. a pair, they were a pair... of sorts, they were a couple. but surely not, surely there was more to this that was being withheld from the rest of the organisation. surely there was more to it, which was being revealed in the other room as he spiralled.

breaking the gaze he held with y/n, he scanned the rest of the room, categorising who the prophecy could possibly be referencing. it wasn't himself, it certainly couldn't be, he was being too simple minded.

meanwhile, at the opposite end of the table, y/n removed her lasting gaze at the boy, instead diverting it toward the doorway where sybil and albus conversed. clearly, the older man had cast a silencing charm over the threshold, so the true details were inaudible. however, the young woman, an ex student of his, looked frantic as she, assumedly, recited the prophecy over again. she waved her hands around, as the man stood before her stoically.

part of the girl flinched as she watched albus dumbledore pulled out his wand and held it to the young woman's head. low gasps erupted through the room as many of the other members of the order were shamelessly spying on the two in the adjoining room. although it was swiftly followed by a low sigh of relief as they watched him pull a memory from her head.

y/n turned back toward james, trying to read his expression. it was unusual for her to be able to do so, which is what was so concerning for her. though her focus broke when dumbledore re-entered the room, dismissing the meeting, with hushed murmurs of gossip between it's members as they ascended the stairs.

weeks passed before the next meeting. everyone being shocked at the claims which the prophecy held, setting them all on edge, particularly if they had found themselves romantically involved. even so, the meeting was not between the entirety of the order, but between james, y/n and dumbledore. the couple was summoned abruptly one day, as rain filled the streets of muggle london.

openly, their former head master cast a silencing spell on the room they walked into, before offering that the pair take a seat. hesitantly they both obliged.

"how are you both today," the man asked sweetly, reaching for a sherbet flavoured sweet from the confectionary bowl on the table between himself and the couple.

"good, thank you, professor," james responded respectfully, being followed by y/n uttering a similar reply, and in turn asking how the older man was.

"not too shaken up by sybil?" his voice held solemn sincerity, "i wouldn't blame you if you were," his kind eyes smiling at them.

"no," the girl said confidently, looking to james, "uh, no, i don't think so," she concluded with a smile, her gaze returning to the man.

"good, good. i knew you wouldn't be," an awkwardness around through the room, both y/n and james wondering what the need was to cast a silencing charm over the room when they were merely exchanging pleasantries. though their confusion quickly reached a resolve when dumbledore broke the news to them.

despite the inability for sybil trewlawney to confirm who the prophecy had regarded, most factors pointed to james and y/n. the vast seriousness of their relationship, and the ever growing increase in both muggle and wizarding deaths at the hands of their opposition. dumbledore solemnly revealed that it was not directly related to them, but rather to any children they may share, which the foreseeing ravenclaw had declared the other side had deemed prematurely marked for death.

the couple looked to one another, unsure of what to say to their former professor. however, very quickly, albus dumbledore presented them with a solution, one which they were very agreeable towards.

"be safe," y/n whispered to the curly haired boy as she embraced him tightly.

"of course i will be, it'll be hard not to," he humoured, though his voice was missing the usual humour it typically possessed. this departure hurt them both deeply. the uncertainty of the future, and the war that tormented them from a distance. eventually, they separated, though not before she pressed a sincere kiss to her boyfriend's lips.

"and you too, lils, be careful. you're putting yourself in such a compromising position," she turned to the red head standing next to james, before being brought into a soft hug from her.

"thank you, you be careful too alright?" her voice truthful, and tone remaining composed, a stark difference from what james had sounded like just before. and soon, the three promised each other to write when they were sure that the owls would not be intercepted.

years had passed and y/n had yet to hear from either her boyfriend or from lily. with each passing day she grew more and more concerned, especially when the safety of the wizarding world was closer and closer to toppling.

her heart rate picked up when a tawny owl knocked it's beak on the glass of her window. rushing over, she opened the glass pane, thanking the creature and taking the envelope from it's beak gracefully. she watched the bird fly away until it was out of sight before ripping open the letter, and reading the inked words on the parchment.

tears glazed her eyes, threatening to run over her cheeks when the first words were comprehended, we regret to inform you, of the loss of james potter, the words read. firstly, she thought of his parents, the hurt they must be suffering as their only child had no when declared deceased. her heart hurt for them, and for herself. and the loss of lily evans, the next line read, hurting her equally.

it couldn't be, this couldn't be true. it had to be some form of sadistic prank. but deep down, she knew even his friends would not go this far, with something so close to home for all of them. he was gone.

part of her held joy for james, knowing he would go down in history, for the sacrifice his death held to the wizarding world and the end of the wizarding war. she had heard that lily and james had a son, harry, and as much as it hurt her at the time. she couldn't blame either of them, she knew the impact of the war, and when they had left there was no end in sight. she knew that when she saw him again, he would be a different person. and of his past feelings toward lily. so really, it was inevitable.

after finishing reading the letter, she held it to her lips, reminiscing on their last goodbye, and the way he held her. she knew he loved her, until the end.

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flusteredmoonn · 4 months

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haunted; regulus black

summary: "c'mon, c'mon, don't leave me like this," in which he doesn't have the heart to tell her of his imminent departure.

tags: (SFW), angsty, one sided angst, war angst, mentions of war, mentions of murder, post hogwarts years, slight canon divergence, fast paced, implied slytherin!reader, she/her pronouns, third person y/n.

words: 600+

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hurriedly, he ventured down the stairs of the safe house, swallowing thickly when he reached the bottom. he clutched the strap of his worn book bag as he moved throughout the house. making it to the entryway, he threw the bag down on a side table aggressively before reaching for the ends of his sleeves and adjusting his cufflinks.

he knew what was coming, he knew what was expected of him. the dark lord had graced him with a second opportunity to prove his capability and furthermore, his loyalty to him. it was no secret that he had failed his assigned task during his sixth year at hogwarts. a failure which was held over his head at any given moment, particularly from his manic aunt.

hearing his descent, she made her way through the house, meeting him in the entry hall.

"regulus?' her voice was light as she queried her partner, watching as he seemed increasingly frantic, readying himself for something.

"yes, my dear," he did not look in her direction, instead diverting his attention to the contents of his satchel, making sure everything was in order.

"what ever are you doing? you seem in an awful rush, are you going somewhere?" her question was innocent, and still his heart shattered, daring himself to send a look in her direction.

upon seeing her, his face dropped. once pinched expression relaxing, his shoulders dropped their tension. he turned his body to face her,

"oh," he finally hesitated, registering her inquiry, "i've been summoned at work, needed urgently for something confidential that has arisen," he clarified with a tight lipped smile before resuming correcting his appearance.

"when will you be back?" she continued to question, causing regulus to inwardly sigh.

"i'm not sure," he was quick to speak, leaving his back and manoeuvring around the girl, as if in search of something. she took the hint as tension thickly grew around them, that he did not wish to elaborate.

from a distance, she watched regulus pace all throughout the house, nervously checking the grandfather clock at the end of the hall to make sure he wasn't late.

worry still swirled through the girl's mind, brows drawing closer together as she watched her love spiral. she knew something was wrong. she had done for a while. but whenever she toyed with the resistance of the subject, the boy did nothing but deflect.

eventually, the boy concluded that he had acquired everything he needed before readying himself to leave once more. however, this time, his expression was solemn rather than the frantic one it held prior.

regretfully looking at the grandfather clock once more, the hands of the clockface told him that he needed to leave.

he called the girl's name, watching as she emerged from an adjoining room, clearly having hovered.

"i fear it is time i need to go," regulus' voice was above a whisper, moving forward stiffly, as he embraced her. breathing in a shaky breath, he added, "i'm not sure if, when i'll be back," he hid a cough amongst his words.

"that's okay, i'll wait for you," she replicated his actions, wrapping her arms tightly around him, as she normally did when he had to depart.

his heart broke silently at her words. he knew he wouldn't be back, it was a mission he wouldn't return from. he had known the second he saw the faces of the other death eaters. he couldn't tell her, even though he usually did, despite confidentiality. he wouldn't.

he would hate to be the barer of her despair. and he couldn't make her upset. not now.

so he held her tighter, before affirming that he had to leave. and he didn't look back before apparating, he couldn't.

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innocent; remus lupin

summary: "who you are is not where you've been, you're still an innocent," in which she shows him compassion when no one else will, after a particularly strong full moon.

tags: (SFW), angsty, attempted angst to fluff, mentions and slight depictions of violence, fast paced, she/her pronouns, third person y/n.

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the hospital wing held the same lingering smell of its overly cleanliness and spilt elixirs as she passed through the threshold which was the heavy and engraved oak doors.

sirius had sought her out that morning at breakfast, suggesting she make an appearance after vaguely detailing the horrors of the night prior. shock overtook her before she hurriedly made a move to the far side of the castle, throwing gratitude over her shoulder.

she turned toward the small office, greeting madam pomfrey, the mediwitch who lived at the school. since learning of her partner's condition, she had made great and unfortunate acquaintance with the witch, who nodded in the direction where remus had been set up, curtain drawn around him grimly.

concern flooded her the moment sirius had told her of the events, but it was solidified as she heard his quiet groaning from across the room. the sound bounced off of the flagstone floors, making the girl grimace as she approached.

the curtain, clutched in her hands, was drawn back momentarily as she entered remus' space.

hearing the call of his name, he reluctantly opened his eyes whilst a dazed smile graced his face at the sight of her.

"hey," it was clear to her that the boy had yet to find sleep since the turn of the moon. she knew that, in part at least, it was to do with the constant mental warfare he gave himself. he was insistent on beating himself up over what happened when remus lupin was hidden away once a month.

"hey remus, how are you feeling?" her question need not be answered, as it was clear based on where he had ended up, but thoughtful nonetheless.

"fine, just a few cuts and bruises," he said with a slight smirk on his face, ever finding humour in a situation. though his words rung true, his face was littered in paper thin cuts, whilst one of his arms remained bandaged. many vials now empty of healing brews sat messily on the table next to the bed.

"oh, remus," her words empathetic, and her tone lacking the usual condescension that others approached him with. gently, she moved to embrace him, using it as an opportunity to hide her sorrows of his current state.

delicately, the girl informed him that she had heard of his experience the night prior. the boy cast his eyes down, suddenly becoming avoidant.

"i told him not to tell you," he all but grumbled, moving his position so that he was closer to being seated.

"well, could you blame him? it all sounded pretty horrific," she justified his friend's actions, knowing the information wouldn't have been news to him.

"i don't want you knowing the horrid things i do," remus whispered, eyes still darting anywhere but to his girlfriend.

a long lasting beat of silence hovered between them. each deliberating on what was best to say. the boy wanted to backtrack, seeing the sullen expression that quickly became present on the girl's face. whilst she, on the other hand, was desperately wracking her brain for the right string of words to comfort him with.

"but that's not you," she firmly stated, her tone leaving no room for opposition, "you're not there when you turn, not really," her voice became soft and small as she continued to speak.

"as far as anyone's concerned, you're still asleep in your dormitory... or running around the school with james, sirius and peter," she eventually concluded, watching as remus met her eyes, smiling at her once again.

and he believed her words, for the first time ever. he never was one to accept the empty comfort of those around him. but this wasn't that, her words weren't empty promises to him that all would be okay. her words were stronger and more purposeful than that. they were honest, and truthful.

her words reminded him of who he was. who he truly was.

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better than revenge; regulus black

summary: "now go stand in the corner and think about what you did," in which she is under the impression that he is just like his brother. she's mistaken.

tags: (SFW), angsty, attempted resolution, war angst, mentions of war, mentions of murder, lowkey implied bloodsurpremacist!regulus, use of the word mudblood, fast paced, implied slytherin!reader, she/her pronouns, third person y/n.

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they both lingered arm in arm in the depths of the dungeons corridors. the air moved coldly, as it deflected off of the stone brick walls. the small breeze often had become a means of comfort between the two, a reminder to them both that their rendezvous were real.

the nature of their relationship was not something that should be dangled in front of the taunting reality which was the impending war. publicly, they remained on as each other's opposition. they shouldn't be fraternising, regardless of circumstance.

very quickly, it had become a forbidden love. though it was something they never discussed. not with their friends, or in the seclusion of a diary. not even amongst themselves. neither acknowledged their compromising position, knowing the deadly consequence should they be found out.

the clocktower's bell was struck, ringing throughout the aged castle a number of times, signalling the early hour as they began to ascend the spiral staircase, leading them to the main courtyard.

the girl turned her head, watching as several of the owls departed from the owlery, many carrying the day's edition of the daily prophet. she smiled to herself as she listened to them speak with one another, before their inevitable separation.

a dark feathered owl swooped close to the pair, perching on the stone window sill. fervently, the owl held a newspaper in it's beak, waiting for the sleek boy beside her to take it's offering.

with a sigh, regulus relieved the bird of it's duties, smiling slightly to himself as the bird turned to face y/n, beady eyes blinking as it patiently waited for her to give it a pet of approval. happily obliging, the girl did so, before stepping back and waiting for it to fly off.

the boy looked to the object in his hands, giving it a firm shake as he straightened out the collection of papers.

the moving image flashed, as it became clear that several cameras were desperately trying to capture the minister of magic's speech. she peered over his shoulder as the headline made itself apparent. muggleborn death toll rises, voldemort rises to power. it read in bolded lettering, further detailing specifics in the article below.

the paper had taken to listing the names of the murdered in bulletv points, with the number only increasing by the day it had presented itself as the easiest way to show the information.

"this is ridiculous, he needs to be stopped," she spoke suddenly, causing the black haired boy to peer over his shoulder at her.

"it's not like it's that bad," he emphasised, moving to face her with a shrug, mindlessly refolding the newspaper.

"not that bad? people are being killed, reg!" y/n raised her voice, stepping further away from the boy, who merely looked around because of the octaves her voice had lifted, not in fear of getting caught.

"yeah, but only blood traitors and mudbloods," he justified, unsure why their conversation had breeched politics.

"they're still people, though, and what does it matter? they're magical nonetheless," her voice remained reasonable, scowling at his indifference.

"they don't support him. i have to support him, i have no choice," he spoke surely, itching his forearm as he spoke, a subtle indication. in understanding, the girl nodded, a second conversation occurring with only their body language.

still, the girl disagreed with his words, further stating her point. eventually, the boy reluctantly conceded, coming to an understanding of her point. for her, he chose to drop the subject entirely, deflecting back to their original conversation of the nights sky.

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enchanted; sirius black

summary: "i'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home," in which the hard-headed gryffindor shocks everyone with his confession.

tags: (SFW), fluffy, soft sirius, love confessions, fast paced, she/her pronouns, third person y/n.

words: 1.0k+

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he stared across the classroom as their history of magic teacher drawled on about something clearly unimportant. he watched her as she effortlessly managed to keep focus in the ever boring lecture hall. the boy's gaze flickered to the ghostly teacher, who paced above the flagstone floor as he went on yet another tangent about the great war of the giants.

he smiled to himself as he looked back to her, finding tranquility in the way she leaned over to whisper something she clearly found amusing to her friend. his own friend's amusement became white noise in the background as he made haphazard notes.

a crumpled piece of paper landed on his desk in front of him. reaching out and grasping it, he looked to his friends, who were all snickering amongst themselves as they plotted their next prank.

who're you admiring, pads? the note read conspicuously, scribbles of writing and smudged ink occupied the parchment. the writing was so very obviously james, the messy scratches and the assertiveness the worn page held was telling enough.

no one, shove off. binns is just boring. he quickly wrote back, re-crumpling the parchment up and throwing back to the messenger. subtly.

the lesson continued, as sirius' eyes grew heavy at the monotonous voice their history of magic teacher wielded. he gave the class a once over again, before he found himself staring at her profile, watching intently as she continued to swap between note taking and exchanging hushed whispers with her friends.

methodically, the clock at the front of the room ticked 'til the top of the hour, where the ghostly professor dismissed them. the entirety of the class stumbled out of the stone room, wooden benches screaming against the floor as they were pushed back.

"where were you sirius, it's like you weren't even in the room," james clapped his friend's back before swinging his arm around his shoulders.

"what do you mean?" the long haired boy played oblivious, earning a laugh from the other three boys.

"c'mon, padfoot, you've got that look in your eyes..." remus alluded wearily, matching his pace with james and sirius whilst peter remained a few paces behind.

"and what look would that be, moons?" he may as well have scoffed, as he shook his head with a chuckle.

"that look, you know, when james looks at evans," remus laughed cockily as he gripped the back of sirius' shoulders and gently shoved him forward. he laughed at his friend's joke, before denying it and continuing to venture toward his next class.

"nah mate, you looked totally whipped," peter piped up, before the four parted ways.

sirius reached his classroom, trailing behind his classmates as they were summoned into the room. he slid into a seat at the back of the room, directly behind y/n.

much like history of magic, he spent most of the lesson watchng the girl take notes and interact with her friends, going unnoticed by anyone else. lazily, he also scribbled elegantly on a piece of parchment, briefly jotting down the notes magically scribed on the chalkboard.

the class had been tasked with reading ahead for the next chapter in preparation for their exams. the room was silent, only the echoing of quills scratching on parchment was circling the atmosphere.

the girl had been skimming the book in front of her before taking notes, when she adjusted her arm, brushing the quill from her desk. it floated down to the stone tile floor, landing gently at the boy's feet.

watching the feather fall, he leaned down and picked it up swiftly,

"hey, y/n," he whispered, calling for the girl's attention without disturbing the tranquility of the room.

she turned her head toward the boy as she shifted in her chair to face him, humming in acknowledgment. wordlessly, he held out the fallen quill to her, merely smiling softly after being quietly thanked.

he smiled at the back of her head, watching as she turned around and continued her prior task without missing a beat.

he resumed scrawling notes, the activity almost becoming mindless. almost. as it wasn't long before the near silent thump of a crumpled piece of parchment landing in front of sirius broke his concentration.

thanks again, i wouldn't have noticed and completely forgot it otherwise. the note read sweetly. her voice echoed in his head as he read it, the inflections of her voice translating from the ink on the page.

the pair would not interact again until weeks later. sirius quietly followed james who strolled around on his prefect duties, not so subtly conspiring their next prank in the depths of the empty corridors.

y/n had found herself on the way back from the library, having spent too long holed up in a corner of the ancient library, desperately trying to keep on top of the masses of homework the teachers were assigning in preparation for exams. swinging her bookback over her shoulder, and looking both ways before leaving taking a cautious step out the room.

the two boys' voices echoed through the acoustic stone walls, causing the girl to freeze momentarily, deflating when she realised how non-threatening they both were. sighing, she began to walk in the direction of her common room.

"oh, y/n!" sirius bravely called out, a confused grumble from james following his friend's words.

"yes, sirius," the girl paused onced again, turning to face the long haired boy.

"i've been meaning to speak to you for some time," he approached her, waving a hand dismissively at the other boy, who left to continue his prefect rounds.

"oh? what do you need to speak with me about?" she asked rather formally, oblivion underlying her tone.

"uhm, i uh," he suddenly became hesitant, and less sure of himself, "i just need to get this off my chest," the girl's brows furrowed in confusion as he became more cryptic.

"i like you, like a lot," he spoke suddenly, the girl's jaw dropping with surprise.

"i'm sorry?" shock lingered in the air between them.

"gosh, y/n, i fancy you, i've fancied you all this time. can't you see?" he asked rhetorically.

"but you've been round the school and back," she deflected, her shock only growing as the his declaration continued. he went on to tell the girl of his far away love stricken watching.

before long the pair found themselves in one another's embrace, silently basking in the admittance of feelings for the other.

from the artist: this took me way to long to write and the quality is still horrid lmaoo. also i've come to the conclusion i can't end pieces that are meant to be fluffy.

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omg waiting!!! i don’t see much staff about reg and sirius here, but the have such a special place in my heart, i feel like their brotherhood haven’t been explored enough

real real real!!!! i hope that i've done the fic justice and met your expectations <33! i've posted it now, and you can read it here if you'd like :)

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never grow up; sirius black, regulus black

summary: "don't you ever grow up, just stay this little," in which he mourns his relationship with his brother, and then grieves his brother's death.

tags: (SFW), unnecessarily sad, angsty?, long fic, slightly fast paced, no y/n or x reader content.

words: 2.5k+

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"what're you doing hanging out with a blood traitor's like that potter boy, and loony's like the lupin boy, son!" his father shouted firmly, whilst his manic cousin chuckled loudly behind him.

"we're a respectable family, sirius, we're meant to look down upon those ruthless, ruthless neanderthals. the impure sympathisers," he continued to berate his eldest son, who shrunk back with every scheming word.

"they're not 'impure sympathisers', mother, they see people as people, they're kind. and not nearly as evil and conniving as you lot," he furiously yelled back at his parents, guttural cries mixed with his anger as he became more and more frustrated, daring to push the boundaries for the first time in his life as he broke down. he ran a hand over his freshly shaven hair, ignoring the snide remarks of his cousin who poked fun at his now missing locks and mocking his misery.

his mother, walburga, cast a silencing charm over the boy before ordering kreature to lead the boy to his room. reluctantly, he had obliged, following the ragged house elf through the dark and creaky corridors and up the narrow staircase. however, not before he heard the abrupt gasps of those he was related to after his swift departure.

the boy flinched as the magical portraits of his ancestors yelled obscenities at him, having heard the argument between his parents and himself.

"what's a blood traitor like you still doing in such a noble house?" they screeched, "you should know better, sirius black, you were meant to be a great leader, following in our footsteps," another proudly expressed, before returning to the song and dance the portraits did as they exchanged gossip.

finally, they had reached the end of the cleverly placed portraits with the highest opinions. the boy relaxed his pinched features as he sighed in relief upon leaving the threshold.

"i just need to check to see if master regulus needs anything else, if that's quite alright, master sirius," the house elf stated with a smirk on his face as he mocked a bow. his voice ear piercing as it became more gravelly with age.

"yeah, of course," sirius shrugged, hopeful his younger brother didn't hear the vile exchange, yet happy for the distraction.

the floorboards underneath their feet continued to echo through the house as they shifted with each step. the younger of the two brother's had his door left ajar, the plaque with his name on it glistening melancholically as the sun set.

kreature pushed the door open as he cleared his throat. startled, like a deer in headlights, regulus black snapped the book he had been reading shut and ran a hand slickly through his hair before greeting the house elf. his eyes danced over to his older brother, shock stunning his features,

"what'd they do to you, siri," he questioned unsurely, despite knowing exactly what had occurred downstairs as he dismissed the respected house elf, who vanished with a pop. silently, sirius scoffed, dumbfounded at the ignorance of his brother.

at the realisation of his forced silence, the black haired boy ordered the house elf to lift the silencing charm so that way he could receive an answer.

"i'm leaving grimmauld place, going to a friends," his straighten his posture as he avoided the question. he rolled his eyes as his brother grimaced, opening scoffing at the idea. silence ran thickly through the air.

"you could come with me, if you'd like," he offered, voice sincere despite already knowing the answer, how brainwashed his brother had become at the hands of his cruel and evil parents.

"how long will you be gone?" regulus' voice was now solemn, realising the gravity of how serious his brother was being. his mind raced as he fought both sides of an internal battle in a matter of seconds.

"i'm uh, i'm not coming back, reg," the older boy's voice was now quiet, barely a whisper as he pleaded with his eyes toward his brother. his eyes glazed over, mentally begging his brother to have a sudden change of heart.

"oh... when do you leave?" his response was curt, voice monotone as he seemed to have disappeared from behind his eyes. that was when sirius knew.

"first light, regulus, you have until then to make up your mind," with that, the eldest of the noble houses heirs walked away, waiting until he was out of his brother's eye line to pause as he closed his eyes, ruminating over the interaction.

it continuously replayed in his mind as he tossed and turned in his bed, knowing he wouldn't catch a wink of sleep. he opened he eyes, watching the minute and second hand race against one another as first light began to encroach across london.

droplets of rain threw itself harshly at the glass window rhythmically. he swung his legs over the side of his bed, second guessing the decision to leave his home. however, he quickly scolded himself to even doubting the benefits of the decision.

hurriedly, he stuffed all his belongings in a never ending suitcase he had used for his previous years at school, meticulously leaving his muggle posters and gryffindor memorabilia around his room, rummaging for anything of importance.

crackling footsteps approached his door, as panic filled the boy he drew his wand nervously. he clambered back into bed frantically as the golden handle to the door began to turn slowly. immediately he had known it was his parents, the person turning the handle was hesitant, his parents would've just barged in.

the hinges squealed against itself as the door slid open ajar. a match-stricken candle rested delicately in its holder as the intruder pushed it through the threshold of the door.

"i don't think you should be doing this," the boy's heart dropped as the innocent voice of his brother ran through his ears.

"i have to, it's that or be tortured. or become some sort of slave to the next tyrant who decides they are fit to rule our world, brother," he began to climb out of bed again, reaching for his bag, and bid farewell to his tawny owl.

"will you tell me where you're going, at least?" regulus became more desperate, pleading for his older brother to stay as he clutched his right forearm painfully.

"i can't, i can't risk them finding me, sorry," suddenly, he found himself becoming nonchalant, moving to lace his shoes, trying not to shrink under his brother's intimidating gaze.

"goodnight, brother, i have to go now," he brushed passed the younger boy, hurrying silently down the stairs in an attempt to not wake the portraits.

for the last time, he turned back, features falling as his brother stood adolescently at the top of the stairs, watching his brother leave him. he manoeuvred through the bottom level of the house, toward the floo fireplace, hoping it wasn't blocked.

but naturally, it was. so he unlocked the front door, to be met by the pummelling rain he had once found comforting. a cold shiver rolled down his spine, the wheels of his luggage clunking behind him as he quietly shut the door to twelve grimmauld place, for the last time.

he moved sadly through north islington, trying to locate the nearest floo network to get to his friend's house.

after some time, and by some sort of miracle, he found himself lucky. sirius had found a wizarding safe house. that was bound to have a floo network. he thought hopefully, approaching the house and knocking wearily on the front door three times.

an older woman answered, letting the boy in unquestioningly. leading him to the fireplace knowingly, and holding out a decorative cauldron filled to the brim with floo powder. he thanked the old witch, who silently bowed her head in recognition, before ushering him to step into the tall fireplace.

"the potter mansion," he spoke monotonously, clutching his luggage as he threw the floo powder to the ground and sparks of bright green flames engulfed him suddenly.

his stomach twisted as he moved magically through the network, his vision warping whilst he shot through the tunnel-like plane. thankfully, it wasn't long before he stood himself upright, brushing the ash off of his dampened body, before stepping out of the fireplace cautiously.

"hello?" the familiar maternal voice spoke from the kitchen, the kind woman swaying through into the living space as the boy continued to dust himself off. "sirius! how lovely to see you dear, i wasn't expecting you?" her tone dripping like honey, as she was quick to cast a drying charm over him.

"oh, sorry mrs. potter, i had a spat with my parents and i think i need somewhere to stay?" he knew he didn't need to pose it as a question, as the woman's features lit up at the opportunity to entertain her son's friend, who was rarely allowed to make an appearance at the family's home.

"of course, my dear, of course," she paused as she continued to look him over, "let me get one of the elves to call james, who'll show you to your room, i'm sure he'll be ecstatic to see you," she smiled sweetly, before loudly speaking the name of one of the potter's house elves.

after a beat, james tiredly moved down the stairs as he tried to put his glasses on straight, stopping when he spotted his friend.

"sirius! what've they done to you?" he immediately perked up, giving the boy a once over as he tried to piece together the events that had clearly recently occurred.

"i think i've just been disowned," a certain amusement danced through his tone.

the potter's and sirius charged through the wall between platform's nine and ten at kings cross station in order to board the train into the scottish highlands. instinctively, the boy with the shaven head scanned the platform, looking for his brother.

it wasn't until they had boarded the train, the compartment already rowdy, before he spotted the boy. he looked different, sickly. only a few weeks had passed since sirius had left, so how could things have gone so wrong? regulus' eyes were sunken in, cheeks hollow as he looked like a shell of himself. something had changed. something bad.

he didn't mention it to his friends, silently deliberating whether his departure was the right decision. for him, it absolutely was, but what were his mother and father now doing to his brother. his brother who had done nothing but obey their every whim. it led him to wonder what more they could've possibly asked of him.

but his friends saw his younger sibling. they saw the same things he did, and wondered how someone could be so cruel to their own child. but they didn't dare mention it, yet the tension as if they had had strangled the air of their compartment.

"i hope he's alright, you know," sirius suddenly spoke, earning several exclamations of approval from his peers, before he silently retreated back into the lingering thoughts of his mind.

he had spotted regulus around the school. much like regulus, who had spotted sirius lingering whenever he was around. desperately, the younger boy wanted to approach his brother, begging him to go back home and to apologise to his parents. beg for their forgiveness, so that he could be in his life again.

he didn't, though, regardless of how desperately he wanted to. he wanted his older brother back. but he couldn't even ask, as his parents now had eyes everywhere. it wasn't just their psychopathic cousin anymore, it was her younger sister, and their associates within slytherin house. all eyes were on the two estranged brothers. they were at a stalemate.

although, it became rarer and rarer for the pair to cross paths. regulus was now apart of the dreaded death eater meetings, before finally being tasked with something in order to prove his loyalty to voldemort. he was the only one who knew of this task, and the only one able to complete it, to pledge his competence and his undying loyalty to the 'true cause'.

he braced the task with honour, bargaining for both the approval of the dark lord and his parents.

that's when he first disappeared. right before half term began. only those within his close circle were in the know as to why he had suddenly disappeared, but many speculated. after all, it was a matter of time before one of the black family heirs pledged their allegiance to the cause. what people didn't expect, however, was for it to be the younger of the two brothers.

sirius now lived full time at the potter's estate. they very swiftly had become what had felt like his true parents. james was his brother, and euphemia and fleamont were his mother and father. his mum and dad. he had valued them greatly, respecting their alliance and allegiance to the dumbledore family, and the hogwarts headmaster's own alliances.

which was why it hadn't been strange when the two adolescent's potions professor had come knocking. the matriarch of the house swung the door open and wore a friendly smile as she greeted the young professor.

"euphemia! hi, how've you been," his voice solemn, as he removed the academic cap which adorned his head.

the woman replied sweetly, before inviting the man in, who immediately began asking after the runaway boy. reluctantly, sirius answered the call, following the house elf who led him down the stairs of the house. the boy greeted the professor with a boyish smile, which unusually wasn't reciprocated.

"mr. black, i fear i have some rather unfortunate news for you," his voice dropped an octave as the boy took a hesitant step towards his professor.

"go on," the adolescent encouraged, remaining poised, despite the faltering internal composure he held.

"uh, how do i say this kindly... uhm, i carry the burden of telling you that regulus has passed away, it was tragic, really," the man's voice sincere, as sirius' eyes glossed over, threatening to spill an endless waterfall.

what felt like a lifetime was only a mere few moments. it was a blur, as the man gave him more dreaded details, before making an abrupt exit.

the boy couldn't function, barely registering the fact he was embraced by the three potter's. who consoled the boy as he silently wept, before james carefully lead the boy into his own room, climbing in bed with him and laying there until he finally fell asleep from exhaustion.

ultimately, sirius was grateful for the comfort that his best friend's family thoughtlessly gave him, without a second thought. however, it was at that moment that his world stopped, he became reckless. he had not a care in the world as he was slowly roped into making several reckless and awful decisions.

his return to school was intense. horrid whispers from his peers wormed through his ears as they speculated what had truly happened to the boy's youngest brother. many had queried whether or not it was sirius' doing, which had hurt him the most.

he blamed himself. for years. if he hadn't left, then maybe, hopefully, regulus wouldn't have fallen down the dark path he did. maybe he wouldn't have surrounded himself with the company of the dark lord. maybe he would've stayed the young little innocent boy he had been when sirius had left.

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flusteredmoonn · 4 months

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the story of us; james potter

summary: "and the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now," in which he betrays her trust in order to raise his own agenda.

tags: (SFW), angsty, drabble??, fast paced, war-time fic, implied gryffindor!reader, implied ordermember!reader, implied pre-existing relationship, platonic! x reader, not x reader centric, she/her pronouns, third person y/n.

words: 800+

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war was on the horizon. it loomed threateningly in the air. they had known as much when they had volunteered to join the order, they had been made aware of the risks well before they had been sworn in.

james had jumped on the opportunity to help the wizarding world, it had felt like his calling when he magically signed the contract. that feeling was further enforced when he had met her, y/n, who had handled herself which such composure and compassion, when even some of the greatest witches and wizards faltered under the pressure from the death eaters.

the pair very rarely crossed paths outside of their time at school and even less since they had both graduated at the end of their seventh year, and more often then not worked opposing shifts which further minimised their interactions. the only time the two really interacted were during the meetings.

at first, their interactions remained concise, and professional. however, at the whispers of the dark lord's defeat in sight, they soon developed a banter filled friendship. they had really gotten to known each other. and everyone could see it.

many order members shared looks amongst themselves at the sudden shift in air between james and the girl.

to the boy, she had some sort of magnetic pull to her. it was something he had never felt with anyone before. not his other friends. not even with lily. and everyone could see it.

lily had taken to mentioning it to the boy, only to be brushed off with the excuse that it only seemed different because he was openly friendly with a girl, a contrast to his typically masculine centric friend group. to her, it seemed as though his priorities, if not his loyalties, had entirely shifted. he had changed.

y/n stood in the kitchen of headquarters. busying herself with cleaning out the cupboards and restocking it with freshly acquired ingredients that one of the house elves had fetched from within town. she hummed quietly as she did so.

the curly haired boy bounced into the room, immediately taking to helping her with the task, completely ignoring kingsley and remus who were quietly conversing in the corner of the room.

"oh, hey james," the girl spoke sweetly, stopping momentarily to greet him.

"hey," he reciprocated, reaching above her to put something on a higher shelf which remained out of reach.

the task itself was strange, for the boy, who more often than not relied on magic to lift everything into the cupboards for him.

"have you received your new mission yet?" he asked her curiously, watching her face contort as she thought.

"uhmm, no, not yet. i think dumbledore is waiting for marlene to get back from her mission in london before he assigns me to a new post," y/n said, brushing her hands together as they finished packing groceries away.

a beat of silence hovered between them.

"oh. do you think you're getting a promotion then?" he moved away from her slightly, running his hands down his front before ruffling his hair.

"i mean, i'd hope so. i've worked quite hard, i think," she confessed, eyes darting to the chatting pair at the end of the room, "plus, kingsley's sort of hinted at it," the boy's eyebrows raised in surprised.

"oh, well congratulations," he gently clapped her shoulder, before darting away, and loudly greeting his girlfriend.

the girl, however, was confused at the interaction. he seemed as if he were on a mission of his own as he questioned her, before suddenly dashing off and somewhat prematurely ending the conversation. it had left her confused, to say the least. but surely, it wasn't anything sinister, james was too loyal to the girl for it to be anything other than well-intentioned.

weeks had passed since the strange interaction took place, and the entirety of the organisation surrounded the lengthy table in the middle of the kitchen. subsequently, the girl had been promoted to a position where she had more inherent responsibilities. on of which had been to keep tabs over a small team of members.

james was more than eager to volunteer himself as part of the ensemble. even after it was revealed how far away the location was from headquarters. despite lily's silent protests, especially when the gravity of the mission was revealed.

after the meeting had concluded, james approached y/n apprehensively,

"hey, uhh, can i ask something of you?" his voice was uncharacteristically hesitant.

"of course, james, what's up," she turned around, stopping in her tracks.

"i was wondering if you could, uhh, maybe could you write me a recommendation for madeye, he said i was in consideration for something similar to what you're now doing," he rubbed his hands together hopefully, his tone knowing.

his eyes revealed his agenda to her. he had known that she had been in the running for her recent promotion for a while. he had been up against her. part of her knew it, as she watched his features swam with truth.

she put together the pieces slowly, as words of agreement left her mouth subconsciously. when he congratulated her, he had already known. surely.

he was meant to be better than that. he was loyal. he had to be. that's why they were friends. surely there couldn't have been some ulterior motive. she had to have been mistaken. but as she watched him turn to his friends and silently express his joy, she knew she was mistaken.

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flusteredmoonn · 5 months

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mean; james potter

summary: "well, you can take me down, with just one single blow," in which he unknowingly disregards her feelings entirely at the prospect of finally getting another's attention.

tags: (SFW), angstsy; not much james x reader, drabble??, fast paced, implied gryffindor!reader, implied pre-existing relationship, yearning!reader, lily is lowkey backhandedly villainised (sorry lils, it wasn't intentional), she/her pronouns, third person y/n.

words: 500+

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she and james had been friends for as long as she could remember. their parents had been friends throughout their time at hogwarts, meaning that the pair were naturally going to grow up as neighbours and as best friends.

this had lead the pair to create several traditions amongst themselves, outside of their regular friend groups. which is what had brought them to the three broomsticks, each with a stein of butter beer in front of them as they were deep in conversation, as they escaped the heavy snowfall outside.

"if you were an animal, there is no way that you would be a stag. not a chance," she laughed at the boy, who was proudly declaring himself as the forrest-dwelling animal, if he were to take an animalistic form.

"oh, i absolutely am," he nodded enthusiastically with a smile, taking another swig of his drink. she gave him an unsure look before the pair erupted into loud laughter together.

they continued to joke with one another back and forth, ignoring the waves of students that moved through the establishment as they sat with each other for hours.

however, they eventually had left the three broomsticks, arm in arm, walking through hogsmeade against the harsh cold. their jokes hadn't stopped, taking to mocking the isolated strings of conversations they had caught, and continuing them in funny voices, imaging where it would go.

he ruffled the top of her head playfully, shifting her beanie as she swatted his hand away and jokingly scolding him for it.

"jamie!!" she affectionately spoke the nickname as she faked her annoyance, his face softened ever so slightly at it's use.

"y/nnnnn," he dragged her name out in the same tone before they both burst into laughter.

james and y/n where in their own little bubble together as jokes turned into almost shameless flirting, without the eager eyes of their friends.

that was until the boy caught sight of a bright head of hair which highly contrasted the white snow dusting the ground. it was lily. the red headed gryffindor who had the curly haired boy fawning over her since they had all been in their second year.

he pulled away from y/n as he called out to lily, who whipped her head around at the echo of her name. her friends following her eye line as well, rolling their eyes at the overly eager boy and openly expressing their distain toward the boy.

meanwhile, his best friend had been left in the dust. she practically had whiplash from how swiftly james had left her side, hollering out to lily evans and her friends, desperate for her affections.

she stopped in her spot, moving out of the way from the small flow of foot traffic passing through. from afar, she watched her boy try to sweep lily off of her feet, his face beet red as he spoke to her. part of the girl found humour in the fact that the red head's friends were rolling their eyes in disapproval.

moving to a nearby bench, she continued to watch the ordeal. she analysed the girl's body language, and came to a swift conclusion. lily cared for him, in the same lovelorn, irrevocable way in which james cared for her. and the same way which y/n felt for james.

and james, he was eating up all the attention the gryffindor girl was giving him for once. a stark contrast to the immediate rejections that he was used to receiving from her.

frankly, it was hurtful for y/n to watch. her heart felt almost crushed, as she pushed off of the bench and turning her back on the scene, brushing the remnants of snow off her body whilst she walked away.

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