#demon sirius

[lulublack90]

Prompt 28 - Hallowed

@wolfstarmicrofic October 28, word count 235

“Oh, come on, Remus. You know I can’t go in there,” Sirius huffed as he followed the lanky, cardigan-wearing human around the tiny village. 

“What do you mean?” Remus asked, his brow furrowed in confusion as he looked back at Sirius. 

“Church— Hallowed ground— Demon!” He pointed at himself. Remus’s eyes widened, and his mouth fell open as he realised what the problem had been. 

“Oh, sorry, I forgot. It’s just really pretty inside.” He shrugged as he carried on past the gates. 

“You forgot?! How could you forget? You sold your soul to me a month ago, and I’ve been pestering you ever since. How could you forget?!!!” Sirius flung his arms up in exasperation. In the hundreds of years he’d been doing this, not one human had ever forgotten what he was. But Remus was different, the strange man seemed to actually enjoy Sirius’s company and was a thousand times happier since he’d called on him.

Sirius almost felt bad about their bargain. Remus was now doomed to an eternity in hell, all for the sake of giving his dying mother a few more years of life. If Sirius wasn’t a hell-raised Demon from a long line of hell-raised Demons with bloodlines right back to Lilith herself, he might have tried to find a way to get Remus out of his deal, but he was, and he’d never let a soul go yet. 

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[silverameco]

Angel/Demon AU - @wolfstarmicrofic - 834 words

Remus was sitting on a bench just outside of the school, watching Harry talk with his friends, when a beautiful creature approched him. They were wearing something completely inappropriate for the middle of the afternoon, black miniskirt, fishnet tights and platform boots. Long black hair, porcelain skin, smudged eyeliner and fiery grey eyes. But most of all, they had that unmistakable charm and aura that could only belong to dark beings. Remus himself felt drawn to them.

He had to admit, he was surprised. And curious. He didn't encounter a lot of demons these days, most of them got bored of tormenting humans when they already did it better themselves. So they tended to stick to souls and their appearance on earth became rarer over the centuries.

This one though, sat gracefully next to him, charming smile on their face.

"Hi handsome, what's your pretty name ?"

The tone was obviously flirtatious, something that, Remus suspected, was working miracles with humans. Not that he wasn't affected, but still it sounded a bit superficial.

"I'm Remus. And yours ?" he smiled anyway. "What are you doing here ?"

The fire in the demon's eyes seemed to grow, as well as their smile, that turned a bit hungry. "Name's Sirius. And, well, i guess that's for you to decide, Remus." They said his name with a syrupy sweet voice.

"No. I meant what are you doing on earth, demon ?" Remus smirked.

Their fake smile dropped and their eyes widened, but otherwise they just laughed. You could count on demons to not be deterred by anything.

"I thought you were human !"

"Yeah, I could tell."

"Well, what are you ? I've never seen you before." Their gaze seemed to scrutinize him.

"I'm an angel."

The demon - Sirius - visibly recoiled at that. They were properly surprised now. "One of the big bosses ? What are you doing on earth ?!"

Remus laughed. "I'm not that kind of angel. I'm a guardian angel. It's my job to be on earth.".

They seemed to relax at that. "Your job." They repeated in a mocking tone. "Angels, always so well-behaved." they sighed, an amused smile on their face. "So, who's your lucky human then ?"

Remus glanced back towards Harry. He hadn't even noticed that he stopped looking at him. That could not be good.

"That kid over there. Unruly hair, crooked glasses."

"No way !" Sirius seemed delighted. "That's James' son !"

Remus was confused now. How could this demon know Harry's dad ? "You- what ? How do you know that ?"

"James is my human friend." they said like it was nothing. "I find him every few lifetimes."

"Well, I fear you might be a bit late in this one." Remus answered in an apologetic voice. "He died already."

"Oh. Well he does have the tendency to die stupidly young." Sirius seemed lost in thoughts now.

That's when Remus remarked the parents waiting for their kids outside of the school, and their wary looks towards them. Or towards Sirius more specifically, seeing as they could not see him.

"Hey, Sirius. If you're staying, do you mind making yourself invisible before a worried mother calls the cops on you ?"

"Whoops." then they proceeded to do just that. "So when do we start ?"

Remus whirled around, taken aback. "What ?"

Sirius put their head on his shoulder with a genuine smile. "Well, I thought maybe I could help you, since I'm here."

Remus couldn't help it, he laughed. It was a ridiculous idea. "Demons don't help guardian angels ! They rather make our jobs harder." he said with a pointed look.

"Nah, you must know better than me that the humans' biggest ennemies are themselves. We're just having a little fun."

Well, he couldn't argue with that logic. Before he could find any answer, Sirius all but crawled on his lap, fluttering their eyelashes at him.

"Please Remus. Promise I'll be helpful. I'm just a bored eternal being. And I'd never harm James' kid."

There was only so much one could endure before they caved in, right ? Even as an angel. Remus agreed before he could think this through. "Yeah, ok."

"Great ! Let's go, he's leaving !"

Harry was indeed finally going home. As he stood up to follow him, Sirius climbed him to settle on his shoulders. He sighed.

"What are you doing ?"

"Making sure you don't forget me."

Remus hadn't planned on starting his mission with a beautiful and clingy demon on his shoulders, but he figured he didn't mind that much.

[gardenoflupins]

Angel/Demon AU / @wolfstarmicrofic / 989 words

CW: sexual content, drugs & alcohol

Remus points a blessed sword against the side of the demon’s throat, eyes narrowed in his direction. He feels Minerva McGonagall’s divine energy as she apparates beside Remus.

“Leave her alone,” he warns in a low voice.

The demon, Sirius, slowly turns around with raised brows. Both Minerva and Remus scowl at him. Sirius had always been a threat to them. Always found a way to corrupt humans, especially the ones assigned to specific angels.

He always got his way.

“She isn’t doing anything she doesn’t want to,” he replies, unbothered about the divine beings in front of him. You’d need to be a major nuisance to have not one, but two angels corner you. And yet, he was indifferent.

Minerva steps forward, quiet and lethal. “You are encouraging a range of unhealthy activities. Drinking, drugs, luring her to this…” she scrunches her nose at the club they were standing outside of.

Sirius grins as if they’re all sharing a mutual joke. “I know, isn’t it fun?”

Minerva looks down her nose at him like he is nothing but filth. “She is under our guidance.”

“Is she?” Sirius asks innocently.

Marlene McKinnon stumbles out of the club in that moment, bottle in hand as she sings out of key. Remus doesn’t need to check to feel the drugs in her system.

Minerva thins her lips. They had lost another one. If there was one thing Remus knew very well, it was that angels were not as forgiving as humans made them out to be.

Remus redirects his sword so it’s right under Sirius’s chin, almost touching him before Sirius flinches away. Blessed weapons had the ability to injure a demon painfully. “You turn them all like you. You ruin everything good. Nothing thrives in your presence. You are a leach,” Remus hisses.

Sirius’s eyes flash in warning. “Careful, angel. Don’t forget I’m not above tearing the wings off your back.”

Minerva tenses and Remus can see her calculating. He knows she is thinking about killing him. He also knows that they’re both aware that they can’t. Not when Sirius belongs to a dangerous family. Killing him would cause a chain of events they didn’t want to deal with.

This is why Remus had come. To make sure someone didn’t die.

Another woman walks out of the club and makes her way to Marlene. Remus watches as she pulls her in for an embrace. Marlene grins up at her before leaning in for a deep kiss.

Minerva’s wings ruffle in agitation at the display.

A tremor goes through Remus’s own, for reasons other than annoyance.

“We will guide her back,” Minerva cautions, wings pulled tight. “Outside of drugs, you have nothing. You are nothing. She will come to the same realisation.”

Sirius glowers at her then directs it to Remus. “What makes you think I won’t torture him. He’s also nothing. There’d hardly be a consequence.”

That much was true. Minerva was more like Remus’s… mentor. She was a higher up. He was, well, replaceable.

She gives him a deadpan look. “I’ll kill you.”

With that, she disapparates.

Remus watches Sirius with stiff shoulders, feathers ruffling from anticipation. They stare at each other, both bracing for bloodshed.

They wait and wait and Remus realises no other angel is coming.

Sirius seems to realise it too.

He is on Remus in a second, hand on Remus’s throat to pin him against the wall. Remus lets out a grunt at the force as Sirius drops his hand to pin him by the hips instead. Remus shivers when he feels Sirius’s hot tongue sliding down his throat. His mouth opens instinctively and he tugs at Sirius’s hair to connect their mouths.

It should be mortifying how quickly that hot liquid of desire spreads through Remus. He is already moaning lightly against Sirius’s mouth, tugging, tugging, tugging to get him even closer.

“My beautiful angel,” Sirius whispers against him, leaving wet kisses across his jaw. Remus sighs contently, spreading his legs so Sirius can be between them. When that doesn’t feel close enough, he attempts to wrap his legs around the other’s waist. Sirius gets the message instantly and indulges him.

Remus loves the closeness.

“Have they been nice?” Sirius murmurs, still leaving kisses across his body.

Remus ignores him. “Stop stealing my humans. You’re going to make it obvious,” he breathes out shakily.

He feels Sirius grin against his throat. “No, they won’t suspect anything. We hate each other.”

Remus arches against him with a gasp when Sirius’s hand slips under his shirt and up his body. “Absolutely loathe each other,” Remus agrees breathily.

He holds Sirius close, deepening the kiss as Sirius tenderly strokes his wing.

“Missed you,” Remus mumbles and Sirius hums. “I missed you too, had to get your attention.”

Remus tries to pull back to give him a disapproving look but Sirius just leans in to kiss his furrowed eyebrows.

Remus gives up. “You’re going to leave traces of yourself on me.”

“I’ll wipe my aura off you,” Sirius mumbles, still peppering him with kisses anywhere he could reach.

“Oh,” a voice says. Remus pulls back to look at Marlene who begins to grin widely. “Fuck yeah Sirius, this is a win for the gays tonight.”

Sirius looks at her smugly as she drags her lover away, saying something about recreating what Sirius was doing. Remus is instantly curious about that interaction as it wasn’t common to directly interact with humans. Both Remus and Sirius were glamoured to look more human so she hadn’t seen the wings or horns.

Sirius mistakes the look on Remus’s face. “She’s fine, just partying,” he says, knowing Remus was still an angel at the end of the day.

Remus can’t even think to reply because Sirius is leaving love bites, pulling pleasurable sighs out of Remus and oh, does it feel lovely.

Sirius had won twice today.

Corruption, afterall, was his strongest ability.

[heartofspells]

Embers Like Teeth

They call him to the forest, ghostly images of thick, skeletal tree trunks flashing behind his eyelids before they open in the dark and the quiet. They're never the same, those dreams – nightmares – that haunt him now, new things but not new, always present in some way yet curved and raised around the edges where they hadn't been before, shimmering like objects displaced from time and space, shining outside of reality.

He's always had them, those dreams, for as long as he can remember, half-formed visions he can only partially remember upon waking, but the parts that remain are vivid, colorless for all their colors, washed grey like areas bathed in moonlight, bleached away from existence into negative space. Old worlds come to him in sleep, times long lost, times that are fantastical for all their darkness and oppression, worlds too bathed in riches and blood alike to truly place belief in.

And there is blood, so much of it, flooding the ground, drowning the grass, decaying the earth until nothing will ever grow again. It comes to his mind nectar-thick and gleaming like black jasper, flowing so smoothly that it cascades over barren land, leaving thirst behind, lips smacking when he wakes, begging for the sweetness he knows must exist inside it.

His mother – odd, the neighbors say as they watch her with her herbs and her fluttery nature, too spiritual, connected to the earth in ways they don't understand – tells him the dreams mean destiny, predetermined pathways set into motion long before their days had ever been anticipated by mere mortals like themselves. Gods but not gods, she says. The energy of the world, of life itself, interwoven into them all, but to him more. Stars aligning at the perfect time, blinking out, reforming, bursting into being in the wrong way yet so right, all for him and what each footstep of his journey holds.

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[theheartbrokenones]

Okay so I had never wrote for the HP fandom until a little while again but my main pairing has been Snirius so so wrote three different stories and they have been doing pretty damn good so if anyone wants to read them and leave feedback that would be amazing I would appreciate that if not that is okay too!

Reset - If you could travel back in time to change everything would you take it? All you have to do is press this button.

Severus was trapped in a endless loop of resetting the clock trying to fix everything, to change the outcome the answer if he saved one the others died if he saved everyone of them it would be only for a short while before they died even more gruesome death. How long has he been doing this? A hundred years? Thousand year? Millions or Billions? He lost count but as he reach to reset it once again just as someone went to cast a curse at him he smiled looking at the haze before him that smiled back, showing sharp canine "I will win this fragmented life one day." The other laughed, "You can try little Medusa." With that Severus disappeared from sight the curse landing where he was.

Dark Paradise - Severus met Lily and Petunia earlier before the Darkness could corrupt his soul, the town banded together to help the abused child as best as they can. Severus flourish under Petunia and Lily light stopping Petunia from hating her sister and instead banding together to form a bound that would guide them but all things must have a opposite reaction as fate does not like to lose its pawn a new game begins what Happens if our belove child becomes the focal for one who bloodline is seeped with darkness, so dark they created their own special brand of magic named after them, the Heir will not lose its darling when he spots him sitting their like a wonderful prey for the beast within under his skin. Yes his Bride will be beautiful with his doe eyes that widen with the most delicious tears and the soft whimper of his name. All he has to do is keep the blasted meddling fool and those pathic D.E away from his bride well he is sure his family will help after all What a Black wants, a Black gets. After all Toujours Pur.

Are you my salvation or desolation - What was supposed to be Friday an average day of avoiding his bullies and running home and hanging out with Lily on the weekend while avoiding his parents if he is lucky while finding time to do his school work to maintain his A+ grade average to get into a good college. Turned into a nightmare, he was trapped in a abandon school from running from Jackson and his crew. He was running for his life, playing puzzles and hiding in lockers, crawling in vents. Thankfully he isn't alone it seemed like someone else is trapped here too.

Sirius was bored, sitting in his prison waiting for the next poor soul to explore the "Haunted" School, He sits up feeling someone step onto the school ground. Waving his hand he sees a boy slide down the door panting must have been running from something or someone as the game hasn't started. Sirius eyes glowed as he peered at the boys soul before a smirk appeared "How wonderful you finally appear my little coniūnx." He stands popping his neck before snapping his finger, "Let the Game begin."

[yumenouveau]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I posted this on Ao3 (cause otherwise I’ll lose it here...)

[ask-the-mother-of-magic]

(OOC: I think there might be something wrong with our beloved Sirius black) ((Demon!Sirius is now online))

[lulublack90]

Prompt 29 - Costume

@wolfstarmicrofic October 29, word count 269

Ooops, Hallowed is turning into a series because I can't stop thinking about it 😬

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“Please, will you stop with the cardigans?!” Sirius howled at Remus as he watched his charge take another of the grandad-style knit monstrosities out of his dresser.

“Why? I like them. They’re comfortable.” Remus said, confused, holding up the cardigan as if it wasn’t offensive to the eyes. 

“You do realise your time on Earth is ticking away; you should wear something outlandish, something sexy, anything but those gods awful cardigans!” 

“You really don’t like them, do you?” Remus chuckled at him. Chuckled, like he was some adorable little kid and not a Lord of Hell here to reap his soul! 

“No,” He replied petulantly, grabbing Remus’s pillow and sulking into it.

“What about you then?” Remus asked as he slipped the cardigan on and buttoned the front. 

“What about me?” Sirius raised a brow at him. 

“Your costume doesn’t exactly scream outlandish. It’s just black robes; they just look like a coat when you go outside.” Sirius looked down at his favourite robes in outrage. 

“Costume?! Costume?!” He spluttered. “These are designer robes made from Hell's very best materials! They are my uniform, my station. Anyone in Hell instantly knows who I am and how much they should fear me,” He said proudly. Costume indeed. “Plus, they are sexy as Hell, and you know it!” He finished pouting at Remus. 

“Sirius, you are literally cuddling my pillow, you’re about as scary as a marshmallow,” Remus smirked at him before heading downstairs, leaving Sirius gobsmacked. Damn humans, he thought as he threw Remus’s pillow across the room and followed the infuriating man downstairs and out into the morning sun.  

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