Second Chapter Is Up Here.

“Never saw one without the other, did you? The number of times I had them in here – ooh, they used to make me laugh. Quite the double act, Sirius Black and James Potter!”

(Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban)

think about remus mourning peter alone for thirteen years

when sirius was little, he got into all kinds of trouble with his parents for doing the wrong things, so every time he caught regulus sneaking into their father’s office or hiding in the corners trying to listen in on the adult conversations, he tried to help him, he wanted to save regulus from encouraging their parents wrath.

he never thought much of why regulus did those things, not even after he saw regulus’ cutouts of the daily prophet of articles talking about death eaters.

it took for regulus to die for sirius to come to terms with the fact that his little brother had always wanted to be on those places, he wanted to sneak into their fathers office probably searching for secret information, he wanted to listen in those conversations because he was really interested in them. not because he was just a little bit naughty like him. and that if their parents had caught him, he probably would’ve been fine.

and though he finally accepted that he couldn’t have saved his brother, that there wasn’t anything he needed to be saved from, he never made peace with it.

when he talked about barty crouch jr, he still thought of regulus in terms of being able to get away from all that, like it was something that got into him and not something that was already a part of him.

the tragedy of regulus arcturus and the comedy of sirius orion

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in another universe where peter had balls 💔

sorry yall just a sketch this time 😔

i watched a movie a couple of days ago and one of the characters mentioned in passing she was writing a book about an artist (a real person, don’t remember who) and the relationship she had with two men.

basically the artist was in love with a gay man (who also happened to be her best friend) who was in love with a heterosexual man so… she married the latter and somehow it became a threesome.

and my rotten brain went: marlene x sirius x remus

and i mean how??? like i don’t mind gay sirius, i fuck with wolfstar a lot actually, but for the life of me i cannot see remus x marlene happening.

and ofc for the purpose of the story marlene having cero romantic feelings towards remus is completely irrelevant. the important part is she forced a situation between the three of them.

so yeah, i been basically trying to figure out how that would work: gay sirius, possibly bi remus and a completely toxic marlene apparently.

i do love a sort of open relationship?? between the three with sirius at the center where marlene and remus manage to fulfill different needs for him and they deeply cared for one another cause they all understand how important the other person is for the one they love.

idk. i’m just rambling. also, how the hell one does call blackinnon + remus or wolfstar + marlene??

The most hardcore thing that Harry James Potter ever did was not, contrary to popular belief, the “there’s no need to call me ‘sir,’ Professor” incident, but instead was either the time that he

a) laid into one of the people he respected most in the world (and the only authority figure in his life offering him help in one of the most desperate situations he’d ever been in) for leaving his pregnant wife, going “man, you’re inhibited by your own self-loathing and fear? That’s rough. That really sucks. But you know what trumps that? RESPONSIBILITY. You brought a child into the world. You’re a father now. You’re scared? Walk it off. Walk it off AAAAAALLLL THE WAY BACK HOME. And say hi to Tonks for me.”

or

b) he willingly let himself be murdered, came back from the dead, walked back onto the battlefield, stared his own killer dead in the eyes completely unimpressed and called him “Tom”

this is so sweet! 🖤 I NEED MORE.

(also i snorted at sirius lame excuse)

i need more on hades/persephone blackinnon and the whole padfoot situation that makes them fall in love.

It's just something small I wrote some time ago, small but silly:

The God of the underworld has been escaping the underground these days quite often. His brother, the God of shadows and dark, has found it in him to be of use lately. Sirius, taking the form of a wild beast with a very lavish fur, walked among the fields of flowers claimed by no other than the Goddess of harvest and agriculture, resting under the shadows of an elm tree. 

There, amongst the smell of pollen and flowers that tickled his nose, and the breeze that cuddled his fur, his eyes rested on the carelessly charming daughter of the Goddess of harvest. She shared the mesmerizing field– that Sirius could only dream to see in the underground– with her mother.

Marlene. 

Marlene passed her afternoons near the elm tree, taking care of her own little garden.

After Marlene had noticed the strangely huge black dog, he had been invited to be apart of her routine.

Sirius found himself escaping the realm of the dead, and joining Marlene in her gardening in his dog form until dawn. 

Marlene was a strange Goddess. She had her mothers beauty. Slightly tanned skin with white short hair, cherry lips, and piercing big brown eyes. She treated Sirius with wine -the Lord of the underworld had no idea why she would treat dogs with wine-, from the help he did in the garden, and he was also privileged to have the gift of Marlene liking very much to talk to dogs. 

It took Marlene a full moon cycle to know that the dog she had been carrying around was none other than the Lord of The Dead. 

While Sirius had waited for the woman to come, he had fallen asleep.

A graze of freezing to touch fingertips woke him up, and suddenly Sirius found himself face to face with her. 

“It’s you!” she let out a breath. 

Sirius snapped his head down, noticing that he was in his human form. He looked down on his gray-ish hands, and black clothing, cursing at them. “I have to go–”

“Wait–”

Marlene grabbed his wrist, “Why are you going?”

“Well, someone has to ensure that the dead won’t lose their way,” Sirius replied in a hurry to leave and escape the whatever he thought he needed to escape. "My realm can be quite difficult to navigate. A lot of right turns," he tried.

Marlene snorted and lifted her eyebrows, “I didn’t know that helping the dead find their road was the God of underworld’s duty–”

“Of co–”

“-besides, if they haven’t lost their way so far they will be alright, won’t they?” Marlene grinned. 

Sirius looked down on Marlene’s grin, and up to her dilated brown eyes. “You’re not scared of me?” 

Realization seemed to hit the woman's eyes, “I would be, Lord of Dead,” she beamed, “if I hadn’t taken care of a drunken dog that seemed to be you, no? Not two Suns before? I’m afraid I've passed being scared of you, Lord."

“Oh. Oh." Sirius chuckled. “Well, I suppose you’re right.” He finally relaxed his shoulders, and leaned on the tree, deciding that he might not leave yet. 

“Does it scare you?” Marlene asked. 

Sirius lifted an eyebrow, amused. It had been a long time since someone asked him of fear. “What?”

“That I’m not afraid of you?” Marlene leaned on the tree as well, looking down on her garden. 

Sirius grinned. “No. Not at all.”

Lily telling James “you’re not funny” right after laughing so hard she snorted at one of his jokes.

this is so ronks coded. what if I throw up.