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siren lily singing, luring in pirate barty until he crashes his boat, dragging him under with her because she's found her new treasure
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The marauders through the years !! 😝
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March 16, 1976 — the night Regulus Black’s life ended. Some things are worse than death, and being a werewolf is one of them. After being bitten and stripped of his future, Regulus struggles to find meaning. Time will show, however, that he may not be as alone as he thinks. Through unexpected friendships and maybe even something more, Regulus begins to realise that life was never meant to be lived for others. Or; it takes nearly dying for Regulus to learn what it truly means to live.
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Smoke Between Stars
The Astronomy Tower was supposed to be locked after curfew. But that never stopped Sirius Black, and it certainly didn’t stop James Potter from following.
They lay side by side on the roof, cloaks draped over the stone like makeshift blankets, the wind ruffling their hair. Above them, the stars burned quietly—watchful and distant.
Sirius exhaled, a slow breath turning silver in the chill. “What do you think comes after this?”
James glanced at him. “After what?”
Sirius shrugged, letting his head tip back onto the stone. “This. Hogwarts. War. Being young and thinking we’re invincible.”
James didn’t answer right away. The question lodged somewhere between his ribs. “I dunno. I guess I hope it gets simpler.”
“Does it ever?”
“You tell me.”
Sirius smirked. “I’m not exactly the picture of wisdom, am I?”
“Could’ve fooled me,” James said, nudging his boot against Sirius’s. The contact was brief, but something lingered in the space after—like a spark not yet given permission to burn.
For a while, the only sound was the wind threading through the ramparts and the quiet creak of stone cooling in the night air.
“You ever want it?” Sirius asked suddenly. “The whole thing. House. Kid. Normal life.”
James blinked up at Orion’s Belt. “Yeah. I think I do.”
Sirius let out a soft laugh—too bitter to be mocking, too sad to be anything else. “Doesn’t suit you.”
James turned on his side to look at him. “Why not?”
“I dunno. You’re too bright for that. Meant for bigger things. Leader of the Order. Head of the Aurors. Maybe even Minister one day.”
James raised an eyebrow. “That sounds terrible.”
Sirius snorted. “Okay, maybe not Minister.”
He paused, eyes tracing constellations James couldn’t name.
“I don’t know if I could ever live like that,” Sirius said, quieter now. “I don’t think I’m built for… peace.”
James didn’t speak, but he reached out and plucked the cigarette from between Sirius’s fingers before it could be lit. Sirius didn’t protest. He just watched James snap it in half and toss the pieces into the dark.
“You are,” James said. “You just don’t know it yet.”
Sirius looked at him then. Not in the teasing way he always did—not with that glint in his eye that said we’re young and nothing can hurt us. This was different. Like James had peeled something back without even meaning to.
“Maybe you’re the only one who thinks that.”
“I’ll keep thinking it, then.”
Sirius looked away, jaw tightening. “Don’t, Prongs.”
James frowned. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t look at me like that. Like you see something worth saving.”
James didn’t know what to say to that—because he did, and had, for longer than he could admit. Sirius had always been a mess of contradictions: wild and razor-sharp, cruel when cornered, kind in unexpected ways. He’d leapt into James’s life like a firework and never once burned out.
“I’m not looking at you like anything,” James said finally, voice low. “I’m just here.”
Sirius nodded slowly, as if that meant more than it should have.
They lay in silence again, the kind that didn’t beg to be filled. James let his eyes close and listened to Sirius breathing beside him. Steady. Real. Still here.
He didn’t know what would come after this—after school, after fighting, after the things they’d already lost. But in that moment, he didn’t need to.
There was still now. There was still them.
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J/R Big Bang: Day 7 reveal is posted!
Welcome to Day 7 of the J/R Big Bang! Today's fest reveal is: Where the Stars Shine Brighter written by @interstellar-jay, with art by @prongsielefthiswand - special thanks to @dutchslytherpuff for beta'ing this work!
Mature | 1,286 words | 1/22 chapters | Posting as a WIP
Summary:
March 16, 1976 — the night Regulus Black’s life ended. Some things are worse than death, and being a werewolf is one of them. After being bitten and stripped of his future, Regulus struggles to find meaning. Time will show, however, that he may not be as alone as he thinks. Through unexpected friendships and maybe even something more, Regulus begins to realise that life was never meant to be lived for others.
Or; it takes nearly dying for Regulus to learn what it truly means to live.
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Child Remus going to the town fair with his mom and beelining straight for the lucky animal draw game because he’s always wanted a cow and they have the cutest calves. Hope always buys him five tickets even though she knows the game is rigged but seeing Remus’ shining green eyes and toothy smile as he pets the animals melt her heart. He of course doesn’t go home with a calf, but instead goes home with five new chicks that follow him around everywhere he goes
