Nope, Me Too But I Thought I Was The Only One

Personal headcanon:

Sirius was Harry's dogfather (according to harry) and well... Sirius being Sirius never corrected him sooo when they met and sirius told him firsthand that he was Harry's godfather a memory surfaced in both of their brains and they both looked at each other

"You know when you were little you used to-"

"-call you my dogfather?"

"Well, yeah - how'd you remember that?"

And harry justs shrugs

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james and sirius

Ron and harry

Oh and also lily and sirius

Write in the tags: who of your OTP / BroTP is the one who lifts the other on their shoulder so that they can see?

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Headcanon

Sirius always feared that James will become his normal friend. He always feared that someday James will always call him 'Sirius' instead of Padfoot or worse he will call him 'Mr. Black'

But, his all fears vanished when James unknowingly started introducing Sirius as his brother instead of best friend. He realized that their friendship was a lot more than that. He realized that they were siblings they wished to have, but never had.

if i cry you cry with me too

The brothers Black

It's late. He should go to sleep. He has Harry to look after now, he should set a better example.

The said teen is sitting on the floor beside him, and for a moment Sirius is caught in the nostalgia of just how much Harry reminds him of himself.

It's a bad thing, really. He wasn't the best guy around. Hell, Sirius thinks he was probably a menace to even think about. Harry, Harry is better. Sirius remembers picking up the newborn Harry Potter in his hands and hugging him. Sirius remembers closing his eyes and apologising to the ghost of a dead Regulus because Sirius had never hugged his baby brother as much as he deserved.

Sirius puts off his cigarette and runs a hand down his face. Fuck.

Reggie.

Beside him, Harry looks at him with worried eyes. "We don't have to continue, Sirius," he says, perceptive boy. "I can leave—"

"Not necessary, kid," he says, pulling out the last of photos from the shoe box. Harry shuffles closer, almost cuddling him. Sirius quietly points out the people he never got to see grow older. Marlene, her puns and her affinity for everything yellow. Pandora, her heart and her necessity to constantly have chocolates on her person. Dorcas, her loud army boots and bright sundresses.

The last photo in his hand doesn't belong in the shoebox.

It's Reggie and him, Sirius has his brother in his arms and his lips pressed to Reggie's head, eyes closed tight. But it's Sirius, he knows this moment.

Three weeks before Sirius started Hogwarts, Reggie was sure that Hogwarts would steal his brother from him.

(Didn't it?)

Poor boy had been promising to be the best brother in the world, begging Sirius to keep loving him.

Sirius doesn't know when tears blurred his eyes but the ache in his chest comes back full force at his brother's innocent face, still red because of crying and eyes scrunched up close behind Sirius' hand. Sirius was supposed to protect him. Keep his eyes closed, never show him the blood and death that was carved into their fate.

"Regulus." Harry breathes beside Sirius and even the boy sounds pained. He leans further into Sirius and Sirius. Sirius is a greedy man. He takes the opportunity with desperation and puts his arm around Harry's shoulder, pulls him in.

(Everyone he touches will turn out dead. But Harry can't be dead, no, that's his boy, that's his child, he can't, no, not his boy—)

As they've done with every other picture, Sirius turned the photo behind to read who clicked it and when, even if he remembers the dates like they're tattooed on his spine.

But the back of the photo isn't only that. It reads,

Dearest Siri,

I don't know how to tell you how sorry I am. For the first time in my life, words fail me. I've failed everything you've ever tried to teach me— all in for a blind wish that was always impossible.

I've heard your silence, I've heard your screams and it seems that it's all I can remember. I am your shadow, no matter how much mother and father try to force the fact to be false. I want your presence, brother. I do not know how to exist without you. It is the only demand I can still make from fate— for even fate will have to pry you from my dead hands.

You are my brother. You are an ache in my chest and nowadays, I only ever breathe to feel this ache. The letters you've written to me are in my room, you will know where. The letters I've never sent you will be there. Burn them, Siri. I am going down a path of betrayal— towards you, towards our name, towards James, towards the Dark Lord as well. Of all the betrayals I've committed, my biggest regret will be not seeing you before I walk towards death.

Remember me, Siri. Let me stay alive with you. Let me take a part of you as I die.

Yours,

RA Reggie.

Clicked by Andromeda, 18/8/71

Panic burns through Sirius and he's heaving— choking on his tears and sobs and gasps.

His brother. His baby brother. He clutches the photo tighter and cradles it to his heart and wails. Regulus.

The ache in his chest blooms anew and Sirius wants to claw at his chest and find that piece of Regulus that's always lived beside Sirius' heart. Brother. My brother. My only brother. My little brother.

Regulus. Regulus. Reggie. Reggie. Reggie. Baby. Reg. Ree. Reg. Reggie.

Sirius slams his fist on the floor and he welcomes the pain that comes with it, his sobs almost cover the thuds his fist is making and he doesn't want to live. His brother. An open wound in his chest, his brother. Sirius wants to burn himself alive, like Reggie wanted to burn those letters.

"My brother." He wails, not sure if anyone will understand what he's saying but he doesn't expect them to, no one will ever understand just what his brother is, was.

There's a hand on his shoulder and Sirius heaves again. He has failed everyone he cared for, and he failed his blood the most. His boy, his brave Reggie.

Harry doesn't speak but keeps his hold on Sirius' elbow and Sirius wishes he would choke him or plunge his hand in Sirius' chest and drag his heart out— Reggie died with a wish to see Sirius, his poor brother, his baby, his Reggie— he doesn't want to live knowing how Reggie suffered and sobbed.

Because even if his brother is dead, Sirius is alive and thus, so is Reggie. Sirius can feel the sobs that must have wrecked Reggie, he can hear all the whimpers Reggie had to subside because he couldn't wake Mother and he can feel all the bile in his throat that his brother must have thrown up during one of his panic episodes.

And now, Harry rises up on his knees and holds Sirius— as Sirius was holding Reggie in that photo. As Harry's hand covers his eyes, Sirius feels the darkness that must have been the last thing Reggie saw.

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Hi darling! here you go! don’t forget to comment and leave kudos. ily, thanks for asking and for the sweet words and i hope your day is lovely too x 

I Do Listen To You by Icylightning

Tony was not having a good week. Too bad he takes his anger out on Peter.

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work overload by captainstarspangled

In which Peter is actually Tony’s intern and Pepper makes him cry.

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Can’t take the heat by Webtrinsic

Peter knows its not Mr. Stark’s fault he can’t handle being yelled at, that doesn’t stop the man from feeling guilty though.

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Swallow Your Pride (And Say You’re Sorry) by breadknee

Tony Stark has spent his whole life saying shitty things. He should’ve known he would hurt Peter too.

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The Tumblr Archives: Chapter 22: Shout, Shout, Let It All Out by losingmymindtonight

Written for the anon who left the prompt: “peter doing something self sacrificing and stupidly heroic during a fight and tony is like. fucking screaming at him once they’re safe cause he doesn’t wanna loose his kid but he stops when he sees peters eyes wide in fear, hands shaking, knees about to give out and tony realizes just how fucking scary it must’ve been to have to step up and do whatever the stupidly heroic act was, especially for a teenager…”

WARNINGS: mention of past child abuse, lots of explicit language, yelling

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1. “i’m trying” by spjderloki

peter comes back after a long patrol and his dad isn’t in the best mood ever.

The brothers Black

It's late. He should go to sleep. He has Harry to look after now, he should set a better example.

The said teen is sitting on the floor beside him, and for a moment Sirius is caught in the nostalgia of just how much Harry reminds him of himself.

It's a bad thing, really. He wasn't the best guy around. Hell, Sirius thinks he was probably a menace to even think about. Harry, Harry is better. Sirius remembers picking up the newborn Harry Potter in his hands and hugging him. Sirius remembers closing his eyes and apologising to the ghost of a dead Regulus because Sirius had never hugged his baby brother as much as he deserved.

Sirius puts off his cigarette and runs a hand down his face. Fuck.

Reggie.

Beside him, Harry looks at him with worried eyes. "We don't have to continue, Sirius," he says, perceptive boy. "I can leave—"

"Not necessary, kid," he says, pulling out the last of photos from the shoe box. Harry shuffles closer, almost cuddling him. Sirius quietly points out the people he never got to see grow older. Marlene, her puns and her affinity for everything yellow. Pandora, her heart and her necessity to constantly have chocolates on her person. Dorcas, her loud army boots and bright sundresses.

The last photo in his hand doesn't belong in the shoebox.

It's Reggie and him, Sirius has his brother in his arms and his lips pressed to Reggie's head, eyes closed tight. But it's Sirius, he knows this moment.

Three weeks before Sirius started Hogwarts, Reggie was sure that Hogwarts would steal his brother from him.

(Didn't it?)

Poor boy had been promising to be the best brother in the world, begging Sirius to keep loving him.

Sirius doesn't know when tears blurred his eyes but the ache in his chest comes back full force at his brother's innocent face, still red because of crying and eyes scrunched up close behind Sirius' hand. Sirius was supposed to protect him. Keep his eyes closed, never show him the blood and death that was carved into their fate.

"Regulus." Harry breathes beside Sirius and even the boy sounds pained. He leans further into Sirius and Sirius. Sirius is a greedy man. He takes the opportunity with desperation and puts his arm around Harry's shoulder, pulls him in.

(Everyone he touches will turn out dead. But Harry can't be dead, no, that's his boy, that's his child, he can't, no, not his boy—)

As they've done with every other picture, Sirius turned the photo behind to read who clicked it and when, even if he remembers the dates like they're tattooed on his spine.

But the back of the photo isn't only that. It reads,

Dearest Siri,

I don't know how to tell you how sorry I am. For the first time in my life, words fail me. I've failed everything you've ever tried to teach me— all in for a blind wish that was always impossible.

I've heard your silence, I've heard your screams and it seems that it's all I can remember. I am your shadow, no matter how much mother and father try to force the fact to be false. I want your presence, brother. I do not know how to exist without you. It is the only demand I can still make from fate— for even fate will have to pry you from my dead hands.

You are my brother. You are an ache in my chest and nowadays, I only ever breathe to feel this ache. The letters you've written to me are in my room, you will know where. The letters I've never sent you will be there. Burn them, Siri. I am going down a path of betrayal— towards you, towards our name, towards James, towards the Dark Lord as well. Of all the betrayals I've committed, my biggest regret will be not seeing you before I walk towards death.

Remember me, Siri. Let me stay alive with you. Let me take a part of you as I die.

Yours,

RA Reggie.

Clicked by Andromeda, 18/8/71

Panic burns through Sirius and he's heaving— choking on his tears and sobs and gasps.

His brother. His baby brother. He clutches the photo tighter and cradles it to his heart and wails. Regulus.

The ache in his chest blooms anew and Sirius wants to claw at his chest and find that piece of Regulus that's always lived beside Sirius' heart. Brother. My brother. My only brother. My little brother.

Regulus. Regulus. Reggie. Reggie. Reggie. Baby. Reg. Ree. Reg. Reggie.

Sirius slams his fist on the floor and he welcomes the pain that comes with it, his sobs almost cover the thuds his fist is making and he doesn't want to live. His brother. An open wound in his chest, his brother. Sirius wants to burn himself alive, like Reggie wanted to burn those letters.

"My brother." He wails, not sure if anyone will understand what he's saying but he doesn't expect them to, no one will ever understand just what his brother is, was.

There's a hand on his shoulder and Sirius heaves again. He has failed everyone he cared for, and he failed his blood the most. His boy, his brave Reggie.

Harry doesn't speak but keeps his hold on Sirius' elbow and Sirius wishes he would choke him or plunge his hand in Sirius' chest and drag his heart out— Reggie died with a wish to see Sirius, his poor brother, his baby, his Reggie— he doesn't want to live knowing how Reggie suffered and sobbed.

Because even if his brother is dead, Sirius is alive and thus, so is Reggie. Sirius can feel the sobs that must have wrecked Reggie, he can hear all the whimpers Reggie had to subside because he couldn't wake Mother and he can feel all the bile in his throat that his brother must have thrown up during one of his panic episodes.

And now, Harry rises up on his knees and holds Sirius— as Sirius was holding Reggie in that photo. As Harry's hand covers his eyes, Sirius feels the darkness that must have been the last thing Reggie saw.

Christmas 1976, Potter's house.

Euphemia: Come on, open the presents!

James opens his gift: A 1700 nimbus, thanks mom.

Fleamont: And here is my gift. *hands him a red box*

James: What is it... *sees a bunch of letters* romantic phrases?

Fleamont: if you use them this year maybe Lily won't reject you again.

*Sirius and Remus start laughing*

James: hey that's not fair.

Remus: Well, it's my turn. *opens a gift with his name* I assume that because of how badly wrapped it is, the gift was given to me by Sirius.

Sirius: I did what I could.

Remus: Chocolates! Thanks!

James: Sirius what are you waiting for? Open your gifts!

Sirius: I got gifts?

Remus: Obviously!

Sirius happily opens the first gift (from Remus): A mint? Oh... hey I don't smell that bad.

James: Open mine.

Sirius opens his second gift: A leather jacket, you know me prongs.

Euphemia: You still need to open the last one.

Sirius: Let's see... *grabs a small box and opens it* A letter!

*Euphemia gets watery eyes and Fleamont hugs her*

Sirius begins to read the letter: "We hope you do not get angry with us after this, we want you to have a better life, if you accept we will be very happy and if not, do not worry, we will not get angry. With love Euphemia and Fleamont Potter. *confused, grabs the next piece of paper* I don't understand, they are adoption papers. Are you going to adopt someone?

*James smiles at her and raises his eyebrows*

Sirius: Wait- *sees his name on the papers* No. You guys... I...

*Sirius runs to hug Euphemia as the two start crying and Fleamont joins the hug*

James and Remus raise their glasses: Happy Christmas!

GGSB Fest 2024 - Let Me Take Care of You

@goodgodfathersiriusblack

Prompt - Sick Harry

When Harry gets sick, Sirius has to convince him to let him take care of him.

AO3

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If there was one thing that stuck with Harry even six months after he’d been rescued from the Dursleys and Sirius was given custody, it was that – he should try to be the least burden that he could be.  That meant that he should help out around the house and not let Sirius feel like he has to do too much for him.

Which is why when he wakes up sick as a dog that he does his best to hide it.  He couldn’t let Sirius think that he had to take care of him.

Unfortunately, Harry was too miserable in his sickness to fake being fine for more than a few minutes.  Especially when he attempts to cook breakfast side by side with Sirius and sways a bit too much on his feet.  

He would have fallen over if not for Sirius catching him and helping him to a nearby chair.  “Harry, are you alright?”

“Fine, fine – no worries about me.  Promise.”

Apparently, Sirius can see right through him.  “Kid.”

Harry sighs and groans, his head throbbing.  “Fine, I’m sick, but it’s fine – I can still help around the house and cook breakfast and –”

“And I don’t think so.  You’re going straight to bed.”

“No, I can’t,” Harry states.  “I need to help… I need to not be a –”

“Not be a what?” Sirius states.

“A … nothing.”

Harry’s ashamed and ill, but he’s not going to admit the real problem.

The look on Sirius’ face tells him that he doesn’t need to finish.  He knows.

“Alright, kid, let’s get you upstairs…”

“I’m fi –” he’s not fine.  In fact, he starts coughing so much that he could barely breathe.  

“Come on, Harry, let me take care of you.”

“Fine.”

***

Sirius leads Harry upstairs, and tucks him in.  The kid falls asleep in moments.  

He’s relieved and spends the day making sure that the groggy Harry is taken care of and reassures him every time he wakes that he is not a burden and that he needs to be resting and taking care of himself.  

Around lunch time, Sirius makes him some soup in bed, has him drink some water and take some potions before going back to sleep.  

Sirius makes sure that he’s comfortable and reads him back to sleep.  

***

It takes a few days, much to Harry’s annoyance, but once he’s all better, he makes breakfast in bed for Sirius and says, “It’s just a thank you for taking care of me.”

“Oh, kid.  You don’t have to thank me – I love you, it’s my job to take care of you,” Sirius says, love in his eyes.

Harry flushes.  “It’s just – I know you say that, but … growing up, I was always told that…”

“You were a burden,” Sirius guesses.  “I realize after fourteen years of being told that it would take longer than six months for you to accept that you are not a burden, but you aren’t.  They are terrible people for making you believe that, and I want you to know that you are never a burden to me.”

Harry flushes.  “You mean that?”

“Of course I do,” Sirius assures him.  “Do you believe me?”

Harry nods, shyly.  “Yeah, Pads, I do.”

“Good, then why don’t we spend the day celebrating that you’re all better and away from those people.”

“Sounds great.”

“Good.”

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