#eventual jegulus

[hedonisticeiram]

Sirius finding out about James and Regulus before the war starts. Forbidding James from seeing him again.

“You spend an hour alone with him, and you’re breathing in sync together!”

[iwriteasfotini]

The day has arrived! The Heir and The Spare (first three chapters because the first two barely count) are live on Ao3.

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[violetthistle1]

Excerpt from To Know Me Is to Hate Me, Siriusly Noah Fest

“One of the girls on the playground was talking about how muggles have even figured out how to get people into space!” Sirius whispered excitedly.

Now Regulus knew Sirius was pulling his leg. “You’re making this up, there’s no way muggles could get to space! We haven’t even gotten to space and we have magic!”

“I know, but we also have to stay hidden. If we didn’t have to stay hidden, if we just played nicely with the muggles, can you even imagine what we could come up with?” 

“Well, that’s what Mother and Father have always talked about. We shouldn’t have to live in secret, we shouldn’t be ruled by fear of what the muggles will do to us.”

“Aren’t you listening to what they’re actually saying? They don’t want to play nicely with muggles, they want to wipe them all out and create a new world order with Wizardkind on top. They really had me believing that going and playing with those kids would be any kind of danger to me, and look at me. I’m fine! I’m more than fine, I’ve learned a whole lot, and I know now that all those lies they tell us are just to keep us afraid.” 

“Well, they were nice to you because they didn’t know you were a wizard. If they knew you could do magic it would have been different! They would have stolen your magic from you, that’s what Mother always says.” Regulus went on.

“How would they have done that? Have you ever heard of someone losing their magic?” 

“That’s where–that’s where squibs come from,” Regulus whispered the word squib like it was dirty. Like it was something to be ashamed of. 

Sirius shook his head. “I don’t believe it. I think squibs are just born like that. Think about it Reggie, have you ever heard of someone losing their magical power? It doesn’t just get sucked out of you by touch. There are some ways, sure, like a damaged magical core or something, or temporary magical dampeners, but even the most forbidden magic can’t drain someone of all their magical ability. It’s innate. It’s part of you. You think some muggle can do what even the most powerful magic can’t?” 

“You just said they have a magic all their own. If they can go to space, who knows what they could do.” 

Sirius just sighed. “I just think it’s made up to make us fall into line.” 

“You think every rule is made to trap you.”

“And you think every story from dear Mama is gospel truth.” 

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[lizpaige]

i am visiting fam for the holidays and don't have my laptop so I am trying to write fic on my ipad. I have many WIPs on my radar:

next chapter of Sirius Black Doesn't Care

The Adam Parrish School Transfer Saga

Pynch Winery AU

plz be patient with me this keyboard is v small lmao

[violetthistle1]

To Know Me is to Hate Me by Violet_Thistle on Ao3

“You think every rule is made to trap you.” Regulus said.

“And you think every story from dear Mama is gospel truth.” Sirius rebutted.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60315586

[lizpaige]

delilah green sirius black doesn't care

part one | part two | part three

“Which one do you like best?” Sirius asked with a smirk, holding out his arms. Teddy looked up at him, concerned he was caught staring. “It’s okay, I want to know.” 

Teddy’s eyes focused, scanning the sleeve of tattoos. He pointed at the delicate one on his wrist. “What is that one?” 

Sirius hummed. “A constellation,” he said quietly, running his fingertips over the inked skin. It was a constellation, but the stars were connected by small intricately drawn sprigs of ivy. 

“I have a book on constellations,” Teddy said. “Which one?”

Sirius paused, looked up at Teddy with a small smile and back down at the tattoo. “It’s the Leo constellation. That’s the lion.”

“I know that,” said Teddy. 

Remus studied the tattoo from a distance. He knew this constellation and knew it well - it included Regulus. After years of hidden pain, drama and upset, Remus wanted to scream and put these two brothers in a room together and have them work themselves out. It was their parents who were at fault, who put them against each other. Never each other. Clearly and evidently, Sirius loved his brother and still cared for him. Without a doubt in his mind, Remus knew the same was true for Regulus. 

“I like that one, too,” Remus said.

[lizpaige]

delilah green sirius black doesn't care [wip] part one | part two

“Well, I’d appreciate you throwing me a bone here. I’m not very good at this.”

“This?”

Remus sighed, cheeks burning. “Flirting.”

“Is this you flirting with me?” 

Remus was going to die of embarrassment. He looked down and bit the inside of his cheek, about to turn to leave, when he felt a hand on his forearm. He followed the trail of ink to the man’s face, nearly missing the wink he threw at him.

“I’m kidding,” the man assured him with a smile. “I know exactly what’s going on here.” 

“You do?” Remus replied a bit dumbstruck, caught in the man’s piercing gaze. “So you’re…”

The man leaned forward, his knee brushing Remus’ thigh, his lips brushing his ear. Remus’ breath was shallow, hitching at each point and moment of contact. “I am,” the man whispered. 

Remus closed his eyes and swallowed the lump in his throat, letting out a breathy, nervous laugh. “That’s um… good,” he began. “Good to know, I mean.”

The man pulled back, but only just. Remus could feel his warm breath fan over his cheeks, smokey from the whiskey. The man’s eyes were dark, his pupils were dilated, no doubt matching Remus’ own. “Is it?” 

Remus felt his cheeks burn; he sheepishly looked down, surprised that this seemed to be going so well. He was about to say something more when he heard a familiar voice behind him, back toward where Peter was sitting. 

“Where’s Remus? Is he stuck babysitting again?” Regulus asked, standing beside Peter and taking Remus’ abandoned glass from the table and downing the rest of it. 

Remus turned his attention back to the main, who was also following the commotion behind them. “That’s my, um, friend,” Remus explained. “He’s getting married in two weeks. Bit on edge.”

“Oh yeah?” the man replied, leaning back and away from Remus, who pathetically missed the contact already. 

“Yeah,” Remus continued, pausing to take a nervous sip of his whiskey. “He’s marrying a real… well, she doesn’t seem that great.” 

The stranger’s eyes widened and he smiled knowingly. “Oh no?” 

“No, well… me and Pete don’t really like her, but he’s our friend so…”

He heard Regulus’ voice, a bit raised and aggravated, float over from behind them. “You’ll never believe what my brother did,” he ranted. “Well, no, you probably will. It’s just like him to…”

Regulus’ brother, Sirius, moved away from Godric’s Hollow as soon as he graduated high school. He was a year older than them, but they lived in a small town, so there was no escaping the Black brother feud. Sirius was different from his family, he always had been, and he, in Remus’ eyes, was the only one brave enough to question his parents’ strict and frankly ridiculous standards. When Orion Black, their father, died of a heart attack, their mother only seemed to tighten the reins. Regulus didn’t understand why his brother couldn’t just play along, why he always had to go against the grain. Their relationship was strained at best, a tumultuous fiery disaster at worst. So when Sirius moved away, Regulus didn’t talk much of Sirius to Peter or Remus, but they knew he missed him. Deep down… somewhere.

Remus hadn’t seen Sirius for ten years or so. He knew he was meant to be coming to Godric’s Hollow for the wedding festivities. The Blacks were always trying to keep up appearances, but Remus sort of thought that Regulus secretly wanted his brother to be there for him. Not that he would ever accuse him of that out loud.

The last he heard about Sirius, he was off in New York as a fairly successful photographer. He may or may not have googled his photos that was showcased at a few small galleries in Brooklyn last year. Still, he hadn’t seen Sirius since they were kids and…

Remus’ eyes shot down to the suitcase and back up to those familiar gray eyes. “Wait…”

“There you are Remus,” Regulus said, clasping a hand on his shoulder, but as he approached he caught sight of… “What are you doing here?” his voice was tight. 

“Hello, brother,” Sirius grinned.

[lizpaige]

delilah green sirius black doesn't care [wip] part two | part one

“Oh, it’s not that bad,” Remus had to bite his cheek to stop from laughing. 

“It’s awful,” Teddy said, now a bit too loud. He threw his arms up and groaned. 

“What’s awful?” 

Remus turned to see Sirius, camera hung around his neck, hair pulled back, looking over his shoulder at them. “Nothing,” Remus muttered.

“These clothes,” Teddy replied, desperate for someone to be on his side. 

“Can I see?” 

Teddy wrenched the hanger covered in plastic from the dry cleaners and rushed over to Sirius. “See?” 

Sirius barked out a laugh. “Oh yeah that is awful, kid. Sorry.”

“See, dad?” 

“Thanks, Sirius,” Remus said with a glare.

“You’re Sirius?” Teddy asked, eyes wide.

“Been Sirius my whole life,” Sirius said with a smirk thrown at Remus. 

“You’re Reggie’s brother?” 

“Reggie, eh? He lets you call him that?” Sirius raised an eyebrow. “You must be Tedward.” 

“Teddy,” Teddy corrected with a giggle.

“Right, well, Teddy, I had to wear a lot of dress up clothes when I was your age and I hated it,” Sirius said, getting down so he was eye level with the boy. “So I had a lot of practice trying to make it look cooler and I think I can help you.” 

“How?”

“You’re just going to have to trust me,” Sirius said solemnly with a pinky out. “I swear I will make you look cool.” 

Teddy chewed his lip and looked back at his dad with wide eyes. Remus would literally take any help he could get right now and was too exhausted to care really so he nodded his head. Teddy smiled and they sealed the deal with a pinky swear. Sirius grinned and stood up, pulling the camera strap over his head and handing his camera to Remus as they ducked into the half bath to get dressed. 

Remus just stood there stunned and a little irritated. Why was everyone cooler to his son than he was? He thought that wasn’t supposed to happen until his teen years. He was at least four years too early. He waited patiently and sure enough, Sirius stepped out of the bathroom first, shutting the door behind him and taking his camera back. 

“Give him a second,” he said with a smile. 

Moments later, Teddy emerged nearly radiating with confidence. He changed to the black trousers, but swapped out the shiny dress shoes for his black converse. He wore the white button down, untucked, and the vest overtop, unbuttoned. He held out his arms and Sirius went over to push up his sleeves a bit. 

“Teddy Lupin, you look very cool,” Sirius said with a smile.

“Yeah?” Teddy asked excitedly. He looked cautiously at his dad. “Is it okay?” 

Remus sighed, relieved and ruffled his son’s hair a bit. “Yeah, it’s perfect, Ted.”  He managed to usher Teddy into the party, but not without mouthing a thank you over his shoulder at Sirius, who had his camera raised and ready to capture it on film.