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Hey! I know it’s been a while. I’ve been having a hard time lately, so I wrote this all in one night to give myself some comfort lol. I’ve been having a lot of personal and friendship issues, so stories might be coming out a little slow. And not all of my writing will be directed towards this, I have some one-shots I want to write. A lot of Merlin ones and probably some Wolfstar that doesn’t take place in this universe. Anywho, enjoy this trash that I wrote in literally an hour and was mainly self-indulgent.
(Also hope all of you are doing well)
(I'm really tired and have a migraine so that's another reason I wrote this lmao)
The minute James walked into the Gryffindor common room at midnight, he instantly could tell something was wrong.
His eyes adjusted to the dark slowly, soon landing on the curled-up figure in the corner. Immediately recognizing them as Sirius, he sighed softly. No doubt another migraine attack. Padding across the room softly, he didn’t speak.
Instead, he slid down the wall next to Sirius quietly. For a few minutes, he kept silent. He watched out of the corner of his eyes in concern but waited patiently to let the other make the first move.
Sirius turned to him, pain-filled silver eyes swimming with relief as soon as they saw him. He gave the other a soft, understanding smile. Raising his arm invitingly, he held his breath and sat still as Sirius stared at him.
After a moment, the other blinked. In an instant, he was mushed against James’ side with his head resting gently on the others’ shoulder. Tightening his grip on the boy he considered a brother, he wordlessly pulled a storybook out.
Placing it on his lap, he made eye contact with Sirius and waited. The other looked at the book, then at James, seemingly baffled. After a moment of hesitation, the raven nodded.
Pulling Sirius as close as possible, he smiled reassuringly before opening the book up. He began to read softly, allowing his voice to overcome other sounds and help his little brother focus on one thing. His voice carried out through the night and he did not stop until his voice became hoarse. He remained there, guarding his little brother and allowing his words of fantasy to wrap Sirius into a comforting embrace. Like all good older brothers do . . . .
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Whenever Lily noticed the signs, she immediately asked a house-elf to make some coffee. While that was being done, she would lead him away from crowds and up to the Astronomy towers.
There, she would let him listen to her music. Placing the headphones gently over his ears and keeping the volume low, she let the soft tunes carry him away.
When the coffee was ready, she would wordlessly hand it to him. It was then, with each sip and each song, that Sirius would relax further. It was then that the furrow in his brows would lessen. And it was then that he would laugh and smile slightly.
Their tower visits became a tradition eventually. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Regulus had a system. A very particular system that he liked to stick by every time his brother got a migraine. After the first three years of being utterly confused and spending most of the time going through trial and error, Regulus finally had a system.
So when he noticed his brother rubbing his temples, he quietly stepped out of the abandoned classroom with a half-assed excuse.
Like a man on a mission, he made his way to the Come and Go room. There, he set about setting the room up. He made the bed perfectly as Sirius likes it, making sure to make the pillows extra fluffy.
He lit a peppermint candle, allowing its aroma to fill the room. While most smells become overwhelming for his brother during migraine attacks, some help quite a bit. I.e peppermint.
Adjusting the lighting, hr makes sure the bare minimum of light streams in. He keeps everything neat and tidy, knowing that the sight of a mess would make Sirius’ head spin more. He then went and retrieved his stubborn brother.
After quite a bit of manhandling, Regulus got his brother into the Come and Go room. Wordlessly, he led him to the blanket nest lying on top of the bed. Sirius reluctantly crawled in, feeling the warmth embrace him.
To ease the pain, Regulus gently set an ice pack on the other's brow. He made sure the other was comfortable before he was unexpectedly dragged into bed as well.
He felt his brother's arms tighten around him and Sirius buried his head in Regulus’s hair. (Ignoring the ice pack that was slowly sliding off his head). Knowing this was his brother's way of grounding himself, Regulus just grumbled but relaxed.
Slowly, the Black brothers fell into a peaceful sleep, comforted by each others' presence.
Pounding filled his skull, a constant thrum of pain following him. Nothing was right, the sun was too bright and the rain was too loud. The once comforting sound fed his migraine, which fed itself eagerly and grew as time passed.
Sirius curled further in himself, uncaring of the classes he was missing. His eyes remained glued shut, yet light still broke through. The too-bright light seemed to invigorate the pain consuming his head.
A whimper fell past his lips and tears built up in his eyes. Yet he refused to let them fall, instead choosing to ignore them in favor of burying himself further under the covers.
The faint scent of chocolate filled his nostrils and he inhaled it greedily. The covers, Remus’ covers, were his only protection from the world. The faint, familiar scent was just enough to keep Sirius from completely breaking down.
Clasping his hands over his ears, he desperately tried to block out all of the sounds surrounding him. It was all too much. Footsteps, no matter how soft, seemed to vibrate around him. The faint, soft chitter-chatter of lingering students was suddenly too loud. He could hear everything, from the sharp click of tongues to the soft vowels being sounded out.
He dug his palms further into his ears, his fingers curling. Unconsciously, his fingernails dug into soft skin causing blood to trickle lightly. His blood, he realized vaguely.
The door opened softly, but its sound still echoed in Sirius’s head. Equally soft footsteps followed, stopping just in front of where Sirius la curled up in a fetal position.
Tensing, Sirius braced himself for the familiar shouts and demands of his parents. Or the loud concern Regulus couldn’t help contain when his brother was like this. He curled further, somehow, refusing to let his tears fall.
But no screaming came. There were no demands of answers, nor were their loud useless assurances. Instead, Sirius felt the bed dip next to him.
A hand gently found its way to the blankets protecting Sirius. Gently, they were pulled down to the Slytherin’s shoulders. The older Black hissed.
“Sorry.” A soft voice spoke. But unlike the other soft noises, it did not echo. Rather, the sound settles over him comfortingly. His shoulders relax and he blearily recognizes the voice.
“Re . .” He can’t help but weakly whimper, the tears resurfacing. The hand makes its way to Sirius’s hair, tugging and weaving through midnight locks comfortingly. He whines a little, scooting closer.
His head is lifted with care and soon he finds himself pillowed on Remus’ lap. Not bothering to fight the tears, he curls more and buries his head in the other’s lap. Whimpering, tracks of tears rush down his face like rivers.
The hand continues to weave itself through his hair in solace. It worked its way through the knots in his hair gently, tugging and pulling with care.
Whispered reassurances wrapped themselves around him, weighing on him like a blanket. Soon, the hand stops its mission and it moves to hover over Sirius’ clenched hands. Gently, they pried his hands off his ears. Sirius heard a soft noise of concern at the blood, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
“Remus . . .” He finally manages to breathe out. His eyelids pry open slowly. To his surprise, barely any light enters the room. He blinks a little to adjust to the comforting darkness, before glancing up at his boyfriend’s face.
“Hey Siri” His voice was honey-sweet, just above a whisper. A soft smile, illuminating his face, beamed out through the darkness. Sirius found himself smiling cautiously back. Remus’ eyebrows furrowed. “Migraine?”
Unable to ring himself to answer verbally, he just nodded. There was a soft sigh, then a shift. Slowly, Sirius felt Remus shift down further until he was lying next to him. With murmured reassurance, the werewolf pulled him to his chest.
Sirius let out a little gasp as the pure smell of Remus filled his nostrils. It calmed the raging hurricane in his head and the sounds slowly became softer. His head still ached, so he wordlessly buried his head in the others’ chest.
Soft humming came from above him and he felt himself relax further. A hand once more found its way to his hair, carding through it gently. The other hand rubbed his back comfortingly. His tears began to slow, he felt himself relax completely in the arms of the other, and he felt the exhaustion weigh down on him heavily.
“Go to sleep Siri” Remus spoke quietly, not at all slowing with his ministrations. Fighting to stay awake, he let out a soft “Thank you” before his breathing evened out.
His head didn’t ache so much anymore, here in his lover’s arms.