Arden

Arden ☆ 20 ☆ He/him

Trans Panromantic Asexual

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Obsessed with Marauders, Dead Poets Society, I Saw the TV Glow, Grishaverse, All For The Game, Arcane, Marvel, Daredevil, BTVS and Heartstopper

I kin Regulus Black, Kaz Brekker, Jean Moreau, Todd Anderson, Vi (Arcane), Loki, both Charlie and Tori Spring, Marcus Baker, Chandler Bing and Viktor Hargreeves

Taylor Swift and David Bowie >>>

Also love Gracie Abrams, Olivia Rodrigo, Noah Kahan, Maisie Peters, Chappell Roan, Gigi Perez, Ethel Cain, Hozier, Billie Eilish, Phoebe Bridgers, Conan Gray, Yungblud, Jessie Murph, Leanna Firestone, NF, Citizen Soldier, Fleetwood Mac, Queen, Rini K and many more

Marauders fanfic writer, go check out my AO3

Fuck JKR!!! Anti Gen AI!!!

Sirius walks into the living room of their flat to find Remus’ face pale as he stares wide-eyed at the newspaper. “Who died?” he asks, attempting for humour, but knowing that, given the current circumstances, that is most likely the case. 

His boyfriend looks up at him, opening and closing his mouth a few times, clearly trying to find the right words. Oh Godric, who died? Effie? Monty? Surely not James or Peter, Lily or Marlene. Fuck, he hopes not. They’re his family, his best friends, his life. He can’t lose them. He just can’t. 

Attempting to calm his racing heart, Sirius takes a deep breath and sits on the sofa next to him. “Who died, Moons?” 

“Re- Regulus.” 

He blinks. Once. Twice. Then he chuckles. “You had me worried there for a minute. What actually happened?” 

Remus just hands him the paper, and he reads the headline on the front page. Heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, Regulus Black, is confirmed dead at age 17. 

“No, that can’t be true,” he states calmly. “There has got to be some kind of mistake.” 

“Sweetheart…” 

“No. No, don’t you fucking dare!” Sirius raises his voice. “That isn’t true. He- He’s so young. Sure, he’s made awful choices in the past, but he’s just a kid.” 

Tears start streaming down his face—he’s just a kid. For so long, he thought Regulus was just as bad as the rest of them, and maybe he is, but he’s only now realising that he has never really had the chance to prove otherwise. Perhaps he is a good person and Sirius left him there with that so-called family and their horrid beliefs. He is just a kid. Barely of age. He- He was just a kid. His baby brother. He was so young. It isn’t fair! 

“This can’t be true,” he cries, crumpling up the newspaper and throwing it into the fireplace. “Remus…” 

“I’m here,” he says softly , sliding across the sofa and wrapping his arms around him in a tight embrace, letting Sirius’ tears soak his jumper without a single complaint. “I’m here.”