#James was actually Sirius’ summer sun forever because he was it for all his life

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James was Sirius’ summer sun forever.

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"am i too late?"

I gotta be so honest I forgot about the prompt list and was very confused for a second 😭😭 but I remembered! and had an idea so I thought I would just write it now

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Regulus wasn’t even going to go. He was invited, of course, James said he really wanted him there, but he didn’t beg when Regulus said he’d be busy. He wasn’t busy. In fact, his only plans for the day were to sit in his apartment rotting away in bed while constantly refreshing his Instagram to see all the pictures of the party streaming in. He’d see her in her perfect dress and perfect hair. He’d see James lovingly gazing into her eyes, beautiful with the ocean behind him. It had to be a beach wedding. Of course, it had to be. James always had his thing with the ocean. He’d drag Regulus there every single summer to his family's place. Well, every single year until she came along and then Regulus wasn’t as inclined to go. 

Regulus was still James’ best friend, but Lily Evans was… well his everything else. His girlfriend, his fiancé, the love of his life. Now she can  add bride and wife to that list of terms. 

Regulus isn’t at all upset over this. James chose his life. He had his choices and Regulus wasn’t even an option, and that’s fine. He’ll still be apart of his life. He’ll watch his home from the outside, peering into windows and occasionally being invited in for family dinners in a family he’ll never truly be apart of. He’ll be uncle Regulus and nothing more. The guy who comes around occasionally. So no, he wasn’t going to go to the wedding of all things. He doesn’t think he could handle it. He can’t watch the life he wanted go up in flames because he was too stupid to say something. He didn’t say a word and now James is going to be happily married, or well… he wasn’t going to go. 

That was before Sirius called him drunk the night before. It’s a destination wedding, and they all went out the night before as a pre-celebration or whatever you’d call it. It was clear that Sirius had too much to drink, especially when he kept spouting on about how this was Regulus’ last chance. Apparently he had enough of Regulus’ pining and his inability to actually talk about his feelings. He kept going on and on about how Regulus was obsessed with James since he was small. From the moment James walked up to him grabbed his hand and said they’d be best friends forever he’s had Regulus. Even if they were young. Even if Regulus knew nothing of what love meant, he was spoken for. James was it. There was no other light. No other love. He handed over his heart that day and he’s never even asked for it back. Sirius never mentioned it, or at least not since Lily came into the picture. Regulus isn’t sure what made him last night. He’s also not sure what made him buy a last minute plane ticket to Greece of all places. 

He’s late by the time he gets there, and when he’s in the first car he could get traffic is blocked up too far, like an idiot he runs all the way to the venue. He’s sweaty and out of breath by the time he makes it there. He’s definitely not dressed for a wedding he looks awful and his clothes are all wrinkled from the flight but none of it matters. He makes it to the beach. He finds the arch just in front of the beautiful waves, but there’s not a single guest to be seen. It’s vacant. Nothing but the sand and ocean water. 

“Am I too late?” He mumbles, more to himself more than to anyone. After all this time of running behind it really shouldn’t a surprise that when he finally got it together he was too late. He’s always too late but the ache in his heart is the same, like a slice through his liver, and cracks in his ribs. 

“Depends on what you’re here for.” 

Regulus eyes widen as he turns around, to find James behind him on the stairs. Still in his suit, beautiful coated with the colors of the setting sun. “You’re still here.” 

James shrugs, “Had no where else to go,” he says, walking passed him to the sea to stand under the arch. He picks off flowers from the sides of it, watching as the petals fall to the sand, “I couldn’t go through with it.” 

“Oh?” 

James smiles sadly, looking down to the ground as he says, “I thought…” he shakes his head, “When you said you couldn’t make it for a second I was relived, you know,” he says, “I thought I could actually go through with it as long as you weren’t here too. As long as I didn’t see you.” He looks up finding Regulus’ eyes through the aisle, “Without you though it was just so much clearer what I was missing I couldn’t—I couldn’t go through with it.” 

“James…” 

“I understand,” James says quickly, “If you don’t feel the same way. If this is completely out the blue I just—I didn’t love her like I should and it has to be right. It has to be right and I tried to make myself believe that it was but I—“ 

Before James can finish rambling Regulus is already down the aisle and grabbing the front of his shirt bringing him down. Regulus really hates the cliche but deep down it feels like he’s a teenager kissing James now, back when they should’ve figured this out. They were so fucking stupid, and while kissing James, Regulus swears he can feel sparks fly against them; it’s a firework show. 

James pulls away, a smile tugging at his lips, “Oh.” 

“Oh,” Regulus giggles, he fucking giggles, like he’s thirteen or something. He’d be embarrassed if it was anyone but James. Hell, James is giggling too. 

That is until James takes a pause and questions slowly, “Wait, did you come here to break up my wedding?” 

Regulus opens his mouth but no words come out, truly there’s nothing to be said. No defense he can take. So he rolls his eyes instead, tugging James down again, “Shut up.” 

[omgrachwrites]

Tell a Tale of You and Me - Chapter One

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: You knew that making a bet with Sirius Black was like making a deal with the devil but you just couldn’t help yourself. You had never been a heavenly woman.

Warnings: fluffy fluff, the gang being bff’s, Remus being adorable

Words: 1920

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy, please let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged, I might make a playlist for this series! I love you all very much! xxx

Chapter One

You smiled in slight surprise as you walked into the bright kitchen and you saw your brother, Finn out of bed. He was actually smiling as he poured himself a glass of homemade pumpkin juice, his thick curls bouncing as he moved.

“Good to see that you’re out of bed, kid,” you grinned, ruffling his hair

Finn pouted at you before smiling himself, “I didn’t think that it was such a good idea isolating myself in bed, there’s nothing that I can do about my … problem,” the way he spoke made him sound much older than his eleven years, “and Dumbledore sent an owl to mum, telling her that I’m still allowed to come to Hogwarts.”

You smiled at him proudly as you too poured yourself a glass of iced pumpkin juice, you couldn’t wait to be sitting in the sunshine outside The Leaky Cauldron with your friends, “well, you’re braver than me and of course, Dumbledore would never turn anybody away. You belong at Hogwarts.”

You were pretty surprised that your mum had confided in Dumbledore about your brother’s affliction. She had kept it a well-guarded secret from the rest of the village; she was worried that it would affect her and your dad’s job at the Ministry. They were highly respected Aurors. They were nowhere to be seen at the present moment so you fixed your brother some lunch – a cheese and tomato sandwich with the crusts cut off and you cut the sandwich into triangles, it was the only way that Finn would eat it.

As Finn ate it, he looked at you, “are you going to be on the Quidditch team this year, Y/N?” he asked and you scoffed, sipping your pumpkin juice.

“I don’t think so, I’d love to but my stage fright would never let me, you know that,” you smiled at him cheerfully; you couldn’t feel too down on such a beautiful summer’s day.

Finn pouted at you, his eyes going round, “oh, I thought it would be pretty cool, going to my first Quidditch match and my sister being on the team.”

You grinned at him, he was your biggest supporter and you appreciated that more than anything else. You were saved by replying, for your parents walked out of the living room with a beautiful woman. She was beautiful but she had hard, sharp features, it was her grey eyes that marked her, though they had none of her son’s warmth.

“Ah, Y/N L/N, you definitely grew up in beauty and grace,” she smirked at you; there was no playful glint to it. It was quite menacing to be honest.

“Mrs Black, it’s good to see you,” you lied through gritted teeth; you would never forgive her, not after what she did to Sirius.

It seemed that Mrs Black picked out your lie because her smirk widened, “so, it’s you is it? You were the one who used to pine over my eldest son.”

“A lot has happened since then,” you bit back in a defensive tone, and it was true, a lot had happened since fourth year, that was three long years ago, “I’m going to meet the gang, so I’ll see you later, you little monkey,” you kissed the top of Finn’s head and you bade goodbye to your parents, ignoring Mrs Black.

You walked over to the white marble fireplace and flung your Floo Powder down carelessly, “Diagon Alley!” you shouted clearly and you disappeared in a whirl of green flames.

When you had reached Diagon Alley, you brushed the soot from your summer dress as you carried on towards The Leaky Cauldron. You grinned, shooting a wave at James and Lily who were sitting out in the warm sunshine. Lily’s hair shone like blazing fire in the sun. They had started dating at the end of the previous school year and they were the best couple that you knew.

You walked inside the cool pub – it was alive with many people and there were even creatures such as hags, you also saw some of your Hogwarts schoolmates – and you spotted the tousled hair boy at the bar. You smiled and made your way over to him.

“Hey cutie,” you grinned, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Remus flushed a bright red colour across his scarred cheeks, you loved flirting with Remus but the both of you knew that you would only ever be good friends.

“Hey Y/N,” he grinned as he pulled you into a side hug, “how is your brother doing?”

You smiled, it was so sweet of him to ask, “he’s doing great thank you, and he’s taking it all in his stride. Much braver than I could ever be.”

Remus nodded, “he seems braver than all of us but it’s good that he’s doing well. If I can be of any help, you just let me know.”

You beamed, jumping slightly as you felt two strong arms wrap around you from behind, “looking as pretty as ever, Y/N,” Sirius said in your ear.

You giggled and turned around to give him a proper hug, it was so weird to see him not wearing his usual leather jacket, “you’re still a flirt I see,” you had once hated his flirtatious behaviour but you had recently realised that it was no use. He was never going to change.

Sirius smirked at you before his warm grey eyes looked at something in the distance, and he whistled beneath his breath, “I’ll catch up with you guys, yeah?” he flounced off without waiting for a reply. You and Remus rolled your eyes and shook your heads fondly before taking the iced Butterbeers outside. Iced Butterbeers sounded like a weird concept but it was surprisingly delicious!

“Hey lovers,” you grinned at James and Lily as you pulled out a chair and sat down, “where’s Wormtail?” you asked.

“He’s still on holiday, I think,” James started, sipping his Butterbeer, gaining a foamy moustache in the process, “he’s been pretty secretive lately, but I suppose it’s only to be expected now that we’re getting older,” he sighed, “where’s Sirius?”

Remus snickered around his glass, “annoying some girl, knowing him.”

Moments later, Sirius came wandering over to the table, slamming a box of chocolates down in the middle of the table before he slumped into the free seat with a glum look on his face, “Marlene rejected me,” he muttered before anybody could ask.

You and Lily exchanged amused glances; the both of you knew exactly why Marlene had rejected him. Though, you did feel sorry for Sirius, he probably hadn’t been rejected by a girl before, and if he had, you couldn’t remember it. You glanced at the box and saw that it was a box of chocolate cauldrons, the ones with the Firewhisky centre. They were both yours and Remus’ favourites.

“Well, how about we share them? It’s not as bad as it seems Sirius, trust me,” he looked up at you, giving you a grateful smile that only served to enhance his handsome features.

Your idea seemed to be a good one as the five of you filled yourselves up with iced Butterbeer and chocolate cauldrons; you all laughed and joked with one another. You all lamented over the fact that this was your last year at Hogwarts and reminisced about years gone by. That afternoon was one of the best in your life. You wished that you could all stay that way forever, young, and seventeen. Though, you knew that summer couldn’t last forever.

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Sirius tapped his quill against his forehead, almost in an attempt to knock the answers from his head, he did kind of regret not doing it at James’ – he’d been living with his best mate for the past year and he couldn’t be happier. He had wanted to make the most of his last summer of freedom; he had spent the best part of it playing Quidditch with James. Sirius looked outside the compartment window at the rolling hills to distract himself from writing his essay.

The compartment door slid open and Y/N came walking in with a relieved smile as she sat down next to Remus, “everything alright?” Remus asked, not once looking up from his book.

“Yeah, everything is perfect,” she smiled, gazing out of the window.

Sirius sulked as he felt a twinge of jealousy; Y/N had been talking with his younger brother, Regulus. It had looked like she was really confiding in Regulus about something and Sirius just couldn’t imagine why she hadn’t talked to him. She wasn’t even friends with Regulus.

“What were you and Regulus talking about?” he narrowed his eyes at the pretty girl that was sitting opposite him and he ignored Lily’s smirk.

Y/N looked over at him with a mocking grin, “if you must know, your mum came over to my house over the summer to speak to my parents. I thought that Regulus might know why. I would have asked you but I think it’s plainly obvious that you wouldn’t know. I know how much you hate your mum.”

“Oh,” Sirius said lamely, the jealousy disapparated from his body, leaving him feeling pretty stupid.

“Were you jealous, Black?” Y/N smirked, causing Sirius to scowl at her.

“In your dreams, Y/L/N,” he muttered.

Lily laughed at this interaction as she leaned over James to speak to Y/N, “never mind about him, how is Finn feeling about his first year?”

Y/N sighed happily, “oh, he’s so excited, he’s just worried about getting put in Slytherin, I think he’s more worried about my reaction. So, I told him that no matter what happens, it’ll be okay and he’ll always be my little best mate.

“Well, Slughorn was a Slytherin and he’s a nice enough fellow, he didn’t go bad or anything like that,” Lily commented reasonable, causing Y/N to beam and nod at her.

“Everything really will be alright Y/N,” Peter spoke up, taking the words right out of Sirius’ mouth.

“Yeah I know, thank you Pete,” she gave him a pretty smile.

It seemed like all too soon that the six friends were sitting in the magnificent Great Hall as they waited for the sorting ceremony to start. While they were waiting, Y/N engaged Nearly Headless Nick in conversation about his summer. Nick was complaining that his request to join the headless hunt had once again been rejected. Sirius thought that it was very sweet of Y/N to take the time to speak to him. She tried to speak to all of the ghosts, even The Bloody Baron.

The boy’s marauding plans were interrupted by the start of the sorting ceremony; all six of them seemed to be holding their breath when the Sorting Hat was placed on Finn’s little curly head, “Slytherin!” the hat called out, and little Finn looked so nervous as he wandered over to the cheery Slytherin table.

Fury rose in Sirius as Lucius Malfoy looked through the sea of people to smirk at Y/N as Finn sat down next to him, “I’m sorry Y/N.”

She shrugged, smiling at him as Gryffindor gained their newest student, “well, it was definitely the worst case scenario. In a perfect world he’d be a Gryffindor,” she sighed and Sirius wrapped an arm around her shoulders, “as long as he doesn’t hang around with Malfoy then I’ll be pretty happy, thank you though,” she giggled and grinned as the sorting ceremony ended and the golden plates were filled with mountains of delicious foods.

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dreams are my reality - part 1

Here is the first part! I’m so glad it’s finally out and i really really hope you’ll enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing it!

As usual, feel free to like, comment, reblog and enjoy!

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~ as if it’s meant to be ~

Summer had always been my favourite period of the year. When I was a child, it was because my parents would always bring me to this lake they had discovered when they were teenagers, and we would spend the day swimming and fishing. During my Hogwarts years, the traditional camping night with the Marauders and later Lily became another reason for my impatience. But I had to admit that Sirius agreeing to spend the afternoon with me on this beautiful beach of the south of France was a whole other level of pleasure associated with summer. His messy hair, his tan skin, his muscles shining with the water, and the-

“Sirius, what the hell is that?”

He was playing with a shapeless pile of jelly, touching it with the tip of a stick I had thought was his wand. He looked up to me, a shade of surprise underneath his goofy grin. 

“Never seen a jellyfish before?”

“A jellyfish? And you’re playing with it?”

“I wasn’t playing! Just trying to see if it was still alive.” Sirius’ eyes fell once more on the animal, and I realized how obvious it was that it wasn’t just a pile of jelly. 

“And?” I asked, leaning forward to see it better. 

I looked up when Sirius didn’t answer and found him pointing at the sun. 

“Time of death: approximately 4 p.m, give or take an hour.”

I was going to reply that it wasn’t very precise when a wave stronger than what we had anticipated crashed on the sand, sending the jellyfish right on my feet. I jumped backwards, a high-pitched scream I couldn’t contain escaping my mouth. In an instant, Sirius was next to me and in another split second, he had dragged me on the dry sand, fussing over me like a soccer mum. 

“Did it touch you? Y/N, do your feet hurt?”

“I- I don’t think so…” 

Sirius seemed as surprised as I was, and after looking at me like he didn’t know if he should drop it or betray the whole wizarding world by apparating away from a beach full of muggles, he sighed. 

“Then why the hell did you scream so loud?”

“Because I was scared!” I tried to defend myself, even though I knew I had a bit overreacted - just a bit. 

Sirius rolled his eyes and slipped an arm around my waist as we began to head back to where we had let our stuff. 

“You’ll be the death of me one day, that I can tell you.” he eventually murmured in my ear. “I mean, you’ve almost bee already but-”

“Sirius.” Any trace of joy had left my voice, it was all replaced by shame and this visceral fear I never wanted to experience again. “You know I don’t want to talk about it. Sirius, you almost died because of me, I just- I don’t want to think about it ever again.”

“We shouldn’t try to forget it,” said Sirius, who put his hands on my hips and rested his forehead against mine. “Love, dying to save you would have been an honour, the best way to leave this world. I would do it again if I had to.”

“Then it’s a good thing that it won’t happen, right?”

This need of reassurance had never left me, it was still here, not so well hidden since the end of the war. The mess that had been our lives for so long had left scars, deep and dirty wounds I was ready to keep hidden until the end of my life. But how could I leave that part of my life behind if I didn’t know for sure it was over? Everything had been so strange, so sudden, that I was fearing the day Voldemort would come back, stronger and angrier than ever, the day we would have to fight again, the day Sirius would risk his life for me again… The possibility that my life at the moment was a dream, an illusion, it was too much to bear. 

“A very good thing, actually!” Sirius was back to his joyous self, and had this goofy grin that had become his signature over the years. “Or else I wouldn’t have been able to do that.”

He was going through our bag, throwing away everything that was going in his way, my clothes included. I watched silently as my top joined my short in the sand, knowing better than trying to stop Sirius. I would have ended up in the sand too, or maybe just ignored, it was a fifty-fifty. I eventually decided to say something though, because there was no way I would let him waste my cookies like that. Chocolate cookies, dispersed on the sand, can you believe it? 

“Sirius, love, what are you-”

I stopped suddenly, because Sirius had obviously found what he was looking for. My completely unready mind tried to find a reason for why he had gotten down on one knee, but I couldn’t come up with anything and just looked at him speechless as he opened the box. 

“Y/N, love, life hasn’t exactly always been a piece of cake, but you always made it easier and I want to share the rest of mine with you. The past three years with you have been just perfect, and every second I’m not with you, touching you, hearing the sound of your voice, it’s just a big waste of time.” He stopped a second, inhaling deeply. “I- I could keep rambling about how perfect you are because right now I’m fucking nervous but if you say yes, I’ll have a lifetime to tell you how I adore you. So, Y/N, will you marry me?”

I didn’t trust my throat enough to produce anything else than a strangled sound, so instead I blinked the tears away and fell on my knees in front of him. My shaky hands reached for his cheeks. The second he realized what it meant, Sirius' little smile widened in an overjoyed grin, and his lips crashed on mine. If at some point we rolled on the floor, if our hair ended up matted with sand while we were in the middle of a crowded beach, none of that ever mattered. I was in Sirius’ arms, I was going to marry him, things couldn’t have been better for me, and the little boy who said it was dirty or the guy that called loudly for someone called like me couldn’t have done anything to disturb that. 

_ _ _ 

We had spent a wonderful day and an even more wonderful evening, yet my nightmares had never been more vivid. The dark alley of this cursed muggle village, the screams, the light, the blood… I was living it again, this night I almost lost Sirius. It all felt too real, from the pain in my muscles to my heartbeat still frenetic, and even his arms wrapping strongly around me couldn’t get me out of the hell of this night. 

“Y/N! Y/N, can you hear me?”

The voice was far from me, my mind wouldn’t even acknowledge it. 

“We’re going to get killed!”

This voice, though, would stay forever engraved in my brain. 

 _

I had known since the beginning the idea was fucking bad. James had insisted, “It will be fun!”, he had said, and Sirius had smiled like an idiot. It was safe to say that they were the only two ready to venture in this bloody village, bloody in the literal sense of the word. Something was here, something the muggles used to call a monster, but we knew better and this something had inherited the sweet nickname of “a son of a bitch of Death Eater”, found by Sirius, obviously. 

Nothing had been decided yet, but James and Sirius already acted like they had clocked the man and come back heroes. Peter was completely opposed to this idea, and it was one more example of me completely agreeing with him. Both Remus and Lily were torn between the two options they had, and I suspected them to think that it was worth the risk. The number of victims in this village had risen up to seventeen the previous day, and even though there were members of the Order closer to the location than us, Dumbledore had asked us to go and take a look. 

“A mission for the best,” he had added, which had seemed to decide James and Sirius. 

They wanted to take that mission. 

And it was definitely a very bad idea.

_ _ _ 

“Wow, Y/N you look like a zombie. You sure you’re okay?” asked James in disbelief when he opened the door. 

“Zombie! Zombie!”

Something pushed James unceremoniously and jumped on me. It was Harry of course. The little black haired tornado was now tugging at my hair, giggling with every roll of my eyes. Or maybe it was because Sirius was making faces behind my back; I wasn’t totally sure. Anyways, that gave me the perfect excuse to avoid James’ question because I certainly didn’t want to tell him I couldn’t sleep, that what should have been one of the best days of my life had brought back the worst of my nightmares and that it seemed like I was going insane. 

“You little devil, you’re getting taller and taller every time I see you!” exclaimed Sirius cheerfully, and Harry extended his arms toward him. 

“You know the last time you saw him was a week ago, right?” James mocked, diverting his attention from me in the process. 

He was watching proudly as Harry and Sirius were having a very serious conversation about the banana the boy had eaten an hour ago, and he missed the wink my fiancé shot me. I smiled, grateful for his help, and at the moment I could have sworn I was feeling his comforting touch on my cheek. 

Remus arrived half an hour later, and we had to wait another hour before Peter’s entrance, his arms full of candies as every single time he was at the Potter’s. “Half for Harry, half for me, the rest for you!”, he always said, but it usually ended in Remus stealing all the chocolate only to give it piece by piece to Harry while Peter and James were arguing on what was the best between cauldron cakes and jelly slugs. Not today though, and Sirius had made sure of that in his own way. 

“I’m glad you’re all here, no Peter, cauldron cakes do not taste better than jelly slugs and Remus, share the chocolate with Harry.” he suddenly declared, making Peter jump on the couch, to Harry’s great amusement. “We have an announcement.”

Without moving the rest of his body, Sirius grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. All eyes were on us, and if Sirius’ nervousness was only betrayed by his stillness, mine was definitely visible with my dark red face. 

“But before I say anything, I warn you: no blubbering. Right, James?”

Lily suppressed a chuckle as James nodded in a very serious way, his hands folded underneath his chin and his eyes squinting. The others were less dramatic but as curious, and I looked up to Sirius only to see him biting his bottom lip. If this view was incredibly sexy, I didn’t have even a second to think more about it before he dropped the news. 

“Y/N and I are going to get married.”

I was pretty sure my voice wasn’t as high-pitched as Lily’s now when she had told me she would marry James. Between Oh my god!’s and I knew it!’s, she managed to put Harry down and to hug me, and we began to hobble like two children. We only stopped when Lily pushed me back, asking desperately to see the engagement ring, and I caught a glance of James wiping a tear away - “That’s why we said no blubbering, Prongs!” I shouted with a smirk, to which James answered with a playful and tearful glare - and Remus and Sirius sharing a strong embrace while Peter was trying to explain to Harry what this mess meant. 

“How did it happen? When? By Merlin Y/N, why didn’t you tell me before?”

Lily was so excited I couldn’t help but giggle at her bright eyes, and Remus snuck next to us to hear the story. Before diving straight into my monologue, I threw a look at Sirius and found him grinning from ear to ear, with James’ hand on his shoulder and Peter wondering out loud what they could do for his bachelor party. 

“Come on Y/N, we want to know!” whined Remus. 

I rolled my eyes playfully, installed a more and more tired Harry on my knees and began the story. 

“This dumbass was playing with a jellyfish - a jellyfish, seriously, is there a single mentally stable person that can have the idea to play with a dead jellyfish? Anyways, I asked him what he was doing and-” 

I finally shut up almost fifteen minutes later. By the time I was done, Harry had fallen asleep and seemed to be quite comfy, all snuggled he was against me. Lily was beaming, and if her eyes hadn’t actually taken the shape of two hearts, I could perfectly see the image. Remus and James, who had joined us with Sirius and Peter five minutes ago, were still making fun of my fiancé. 

“Come on Pads, admitting that you’re nervous is a rookie move!” 

Peter was the first to decide we should toast to our future wedding. He grabbed seven glasses, filled them all with orange juice as Lily had forbidden alcohol in Harry’s presence and we all held our glasses high. 

“To the wedding!” exclaimed cheerfully Remus.

“It was about time,” added Peter. “It’s been years since you’ve begun to like each other, I was beginning to fear it would never happen!” 

“Amen, brother. Wait a minute!” Suddenly, James’ eyes lit up and the smirk he was arbouring when he looked at me was quite worrying. “That’s why you’re looking like a zombie, Y/N, you celebrated the news quite well!” 

He winked at me and I snorted, too embarrassed to find anything to say.

To be continued...

[marauder-exe]

The Third time Sirius Black felt his heart stop.

The Third time Sirius Black felt his heart stop, he was newly 17, and it was the summer before his last year at Hogwarts. Everything was starting to settle down. He had moved into the Potters and it was truly amazing, he had bagged him self a really fucking beautiful girlfriend. like a veela-beautiful-unexplainably-pretty-like-everybody-wants-her-like-really-fucking-beautiful girlfriend, and everything was generally going really well. And he didn't want to screw it up. And he was beginning to think what he was about to do would screw it up.

You had been staying at the Potters with Sirius, Just to make sure he had gotten settled and was having a good time. You only planned to stay there  few days, but it had eventually turned into staying for the whole summer, but you didn't mind. Staying at a huge summer house with your favourite boys (minus Remus, but he was off on holiday somewhere. Lucky git.). Of course Euphemia and Fleamont Potter were there, but they where honestly lovely, and they praised you for how much you ‘calmed Sirius down’ as they put it. This summer had been amazing. You guys had spent the majority of the time at the beach, or in places no one could imagine. You went on Ferris wheels, to libraries (Your idea of course), went swimming. It was honestly one of the best summers of your life. But now Sirius was acting strange, and James was acting secretive, and you where determined to find out why.

“I think he's going to propose” Marlene stated, her arm firmly wrapped around Dorcas’ shoulder. Lily and Mary squealed in response. Everyone had got together for a day at the beach since school was about to start.

“He's not going to proposeeee, don't be silly.” You groaned.

“I think he is!” Lily piped up and you gave her a look. “Im serious! In all the muggle books, the men get all distant before they propose” She stated while you just stared at her. Sirius couldn't propose. He just couldn't. You had a timeline. Finish school, secure a job, get an apartment then think about kids. You where only 16, there was no way he would propose. You gave them all a glare.

“Think what you want, I know Sirius, and I know he wont” You smiled and began to walk towards the boys.

“Its been 3 years (Y/N)! He's bound to put a ring on it soon!” Mary shouted as you waved your arms to shush her, getting closer to the boys.

You had gotten to were the boys where situated on the sand, All of them in nothing but swimming trunks. You had been wearing a small swimsuit that Sirius had got you for your birthday.

“Hey Remmy?” You sat down next to him on his beach towel, and smiled sweetly.

“Yes (Y/N/N)?” He immediately knew you wanted something by your sweet tone.

“Do you thinkkkkkkk...” You dragged out you words. “You could give me a piggy back in the water?” You have you sweetest smile and layed your head on his shoulder. He groaned.

“Why cant your BOYFRIEND do it?” he asked and you huffed.

“Your stronger, no offence Sirius. And he doesn't like to get his hair wet.”

“Fineeeeeeee” He said, an underlying blush on his cheeks. He bent down so you could climb onto his back and he immediately rushed you both over to the water. Water splashed everywhere and you and Remus laughed.

Sirius and James sat on the beach, staring out into the water.

“You better put a ring on it before he does mate” James laughed. Sirius knew you and Remus where strictly platonic, as much as Remus didn't want it to be, he wouldn't make a move on his best friends girl.

“You know the plan, ass hole” Sirius said. Right. The Plan. The Plan was taking place tonight actually. Everyone knew the plan, well everyone meaning the boys. They where going to come back to the Potter mansion (The Potters where out of town, as Sirius had already told them the plan), James and Remus had decorated the Garden with lights and stuff (Remus was a little bit, very fucking crushed), They'd have a barbecue going, Sirius would ask you to go for a walk around the pool, next to James’ Sakura tree, like all those years ago when he asked you to the ball. He just hoped nothing went wrong.

So after a long day at the beach, they all headed to the Potters, The boys in James VW bug, and the girl in Lily's Chevy Bel Air. It was a great ride, music blaring warm air passing across your face as the sun set, you where truly happy. You all arrived at the house around an hour later, it was decorated beautifully. All the girls gasped at the beautiful garden.

The little party you guys had going was going swell, everyone was a little tipsy, and James was on the barbecue, before Remus took over. (Side Note: Never let James on the barbecue). Sirius felt the ring box in his pocket, then looked towards you, he saw you smile and giggle at something Lily said. Its now or never. He walked up to you and tapped you on the shoulder.

“Hey” He said softly. “ Wanna go for a walk around the Sakura trees” He watched a smile instantly light up your face as you jumped up. You grabbed his hand and began to walk, mirroring all those years ago. You talked, about everything, about the summer, about what the next year would bring. Then he stopped at your favourite Sakura tree, and watched as you looked around in happiness.

“So, (Y/N)” He grabbed your hand as you looked at him, still smiling. “You know we've been together for 3 years now, and I couldn't be happier” Your face fell as you realised what was going on, lily had been right, he was about to propose wasn't he? “These past few years you've made me the happiest Ive veer been, from the day i saw you, you made my heart stop. And to this day you still do. Every time I see your smile, and hear your voice, I know everything will be alright.” You began to tear up.

“Sirius..”You tried to stop him.

“Please, I know what you gonna say ‘were too young Sirius’ ‘im only 16 Sirius’ “He mimicked in your voice, he was right, that's exactly what you where about to say.

“But I don't care. I don't care that were too young. I don't care what people say. That we’ll never last. I don't care because I know we will. I know we can last. I want to wake up everyday and see your face. I want to call you mine forever.” He dropped to one knee, puling the ring out of his pocket.

“(Y/F/N), Will you marry me?” In that moment, he felt his heart stop again, for the third time in his life. The pause before you gave your answer was perhaps the longest wait he'd ever endured, or at least that's what it felt like. It felt like there was no air left to breath, time felt slowed. Until finally…

“Yes” You breathed out. AND, immediately, Everything sped up, he breathed out, all the noises resumed, and he could feel his heartbeat in his ear.

“Yes?” He asked incredulously.

“Yes!” He stood up and you immediately jumped towards him and rapped your legs around him. “Of course ill marry you!” He hugged you so tightly, like he thought you would slip away if he let go. You stood back up and he slipped the ring onto your finger, it was perfect. You where perfect.

[drxcodormixns]

Summer Romance

☆–> pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

☆–> overview: “we’ve known each other forever, but the sound of your laugh tonight made me realize I’m desperately in love with you”

☆–> word count: 1,439

☆–> author’s note: this is the start of a new series. hope you enjoy!

Tip Jar

You adjust your tank top with one hand and try to shield your eyes from the blazing sun with the other. Sweat is practically dripping down your forehead and, just to have something to do, you make a beeline towards the ice cooler at the edge of the backyard. Having a bonfire is a great summer plan, but the sun is definitely not setting fast enough. Just the thought of sitting around a fire is giving you a heat rash.

Though you came over to this area for no reason, you exclaim in delight when you spy single popsicle is sticking out of the ice in the cooler. You’re about to take it, practically drooling as you think about the icy flavor in your mouth, but another hand tries to grab it at the same time. “Oi!”

You turn your head to see who the hand belongs to, only to see your longtime friend, Sirius Black. “This popsicle is my property, Black.”

He scoffs and makes to grab it. You practically body block him. Nothing comes between me and this popsicle. “I saw it first, Y/N.”

“Well, I touched it first.”

“Doesn’t matter, I’m older than you.” Sirius sounds desperate to have this popsicle. Upon closer inspection, you notice rivulets of sweat running down his neck and disappearing under his shirt. His face is bright scarlet too - a concerning shade, considering the heat.

You decide to take pity on him. “Fine, we’ll share it then.” Without giving him a chance to respond, you pull the wrapper off and finally give the deliciously cool popsicle a long lick. When you’re sated, you hand it to Sirius, who grabs at the thing like a dog would a bone.

“Don’t eat it all,” you say, narrowing your eyes at him as he stuffs the whole thing inside his mouth.

“I won’t!” At least, that’s what you think he says because his voice is extremely muffled by the popsicle. As you wait for your turn with the popsicle - a scenario you never thought would occur in your life - you look around the party, taking in your friends scattered around the backyard. James and Remus seem to be beating everyone at a game of beanbag toss. Lily is refilling some lemonade with Marlene. Seeing your friends around, just having fun, makes you smile. It’s been a long time coming.

“Um…”

You glance back at the sound of Sirius’ voice. “What?”

He holds up a single stick, devoid of any popsicle. “I might’ve…”

It takes you a second to understand what’s going on. You’re not a slow person, but the heat really is getting to you. Once you do get what he’s trying to say, though, you’re seething with rage. “What the actual fuck, Sirius?”

To his credit, he really does look disappointed in himself. “I’m sorry! I just got carried away -”

“Carried away with what? Tonguing a popsicle?” You glare at him even harder than you were before, but apparently, he finds your question funny. You can tell by the way the corners of his mouth turn up, just slightly, even though he bites his lip. “Fuck you, Black.” You turn away, fuming so much that you can’t even look at him.

“Come on, Y/N!” You ignore him, walking straight towards the newly replenished lemonade. “I swear I didn’t mean to.” He finally catches up to you and, right as you’re about to pour yourself a cup, grabs the jug out of your hand.

You’re about to literally punch him when he starts pouring the cup for you. Kind of sweet, you suppose, except you were about to do the same thing. I guess it’s the thought that counts, you muse, and accept the cup from him when he meekly holds it out to you. “Thanks,” you mutter reluctantly.

You feel much better after downing the refreshing drink. You’re finally willing to actually make eye contact with Sirius again. When you do, he looks so worried that it’s kind of adorable, and you can’t bring yourself to hold the grudge against him.

With a small smile, you fill another cup and hold it out to Sirius. His face lights up and he asks, “So you’re not mad at me anymore?”

“You know I can never stay mad at you.” His smile mirrors yours and you both just stand there, grinning at each other, until something smacks him in the head. You dissolve in laughter as he bends down to pick up the mysterious flying object - a beanbag.

“Potter!” Sirius chucks the beanbag back at James, who seems to be in a fit of hysterics like you, and shakes his head. “If it wasn’t so hot, I’d run over there.”

“It’s not that far.” You grab the jug of lemonade again and start refilling both of your cups. “You should go avenge yourself.”

“I like it over here, though.” The way he says it is odd - it’s almost like something’s caught in his throat, and he can’t really get the words out. You look up to find him staring at you, only to glance away as soon as you make eye contact.

Shrugging, you grab your cup off the table and lean against it as you survey the area again. “Whatever you say.”

As the night goes on, it slowly gets way cooler, especially after the sun sets. Though you don’t regret wearing a tank top - it was scorching earlier, after all - you do wish that you had the foresight to bring some kind of sweater or blanket to cover up. Your teeth are basically chattering as you sit on a large log, watching Lily begin to light the fire.

“Cold?”

“No,” you say, voice dripping with sarcasm as you look up at Sirius. “I’m shivering because I’m perfectly comfortable.”

He gives you his signature smirk. “Maybe I can help.” He takes a seat beside you and wraps on long arm around your shoulders. The combination of his presence and his proximity makes you start to feel a little bit warmer right away.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” Again, his voice sounds weird - thick, almost. You narrow your eyes at him before he can turn away like he did the last time.

“What’s going on with you? Did you eat too many marshmallows or something?” Just saying that makes you crave marshmallows. You snag a couple from the bag at your feet as Sirius chuckles at you.

“No, nothing like that.”

“Then what’s the issue?”

“Nothing!” You see right through the innocent look on his face and slap his thigh. “Ow! Stop it.”

“Tell me what’s wrong!” you laugh - and his grin immediately drops. You look at him with concern. “Sirius…”

He sighs, running a hand over his face tiredly. “We-we’ve known each other for a long time, right?”

Where is this going? You nod slowly, hoping that your puzzled expression will make him hurry up with whatever he’s trying to say.

“It’s just - your laugh -” He sighs again, and you make an indignant noise.

“You have a problem with my laugh?” It’s the last thing you expected, especially from one of your best friends. You’re about to shrug his arm off of your shoulders when he hurriedly tries to explain himself.

“No! No, I just - every time you laugh, my -” He coughs, and turns red - almost the shade of red he was this morning. “My heart hurts, Y/N.”

“What?” You’re still confused and look at him with concern. “Do you need to go to the doctor or something?”

He scoffs. “No, I don’t need to go to the doctor.” He sounds extremely sarcastic - at least that hasn’t changed. “I just need to tell you -”

You place a hand on Sirius’ thigh, making him pause. He stares down at your hand almost apprehensively. “Whatever it is… you can tell me.” You stuff a marshmallow in your mouth and wait for him to speak.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

Definitely not what you were expecting. You almost choke, the stickiness of the marshmallow suddenly feeling suffocating in your throat.

The scene is comical, really - you coughing, Sirius hitting your back to try and get you to feel better. As this is unfolding, your mind is racing as you try to figure out what you’re going to say.

When you stop, you take a deep breath and look into his concerned eyes, blurting out the first thing that comes to your mind. “I have a boyfriend.”

Fuck. Sirius slowly withdraws his hand from your shoulders - but his eyes become guarded much faster. You gulp. I have no idea how to come back from this...

[padfootagain]

Back To Life

Writing for my 3k event! Thank you for sending this request anon, I hope you like it :)

The following quote was asked for Sirius, and it was asked to be super angsty but with a fluffy ending :

72. "I love her."

"Does she love you?"

" I don't know now. Yesterday, you weren't alive."

"Well, I apologize for not being dead in a ditch."

"I don't think I can accept your apology."

"Is that a joke?"

"Yes, yes, sort of. I'm not... I've never been very good at jokes."

From Salmon Fishing In The Yemen (a pure jewel, you should all watch it).

Hope you all like it :)

Gif not mine

Word Count : 3574

Sirius loved you.

It was a truth he had known for years, way before he had a chance to be part of your life the way he did now.

By some miracle you had both survived this war that had torn your whole world apart.

You had not walked out of it undamaged though. Sirius had owned a large scar across his back. You had lost your boyfriend…

You were shattered when Vincent died. It took around a year for you to get back to your feet. Lily, James and Remus helped a lot, but your rock through this storm had been Sirius.

He had picked you up and had brought back the human in you. And after your mourning had fainted, he had become your whole life.

From time to time, you felt guilty. You felt guilty for being alive when Vincent was gone. You felt guilty to have a chance to be happy when he never did. And you felt guilty because… the truth was… you had never been as happy as you were now with Sirius. You should have been. You should have felt better with Vincent and missed him with every part of you and regretted this time you had with him.

But that wasn't fully the truth.

You missed Vincent. You were still grieving and you would always be. You wished he was still here. But as time flew by and the pain subsided, and you and Sirius grew closer and closer, you started to doubt that Vincent and you would have been able, if you had been given the chance, to stay together forever. As you looked at Sirius standing there, shirtless and wearing his pyjama pants, waving his wand around the kitchen to prepare your breakfast, his hair a mess, you felt so lucky to have him in your life, you found it hard to imagine yourself without him. Actually, you found it impossible.

He was humming a rock tune you had heard the day before on the muggle radio, pouring hot water in his cup of tea. You walked behind him and wrapped your arms around his torso, making him chuckle.

"Morning, handsome," you grinned, dropping a kiss on his shoulder.

"Morning, gorgeous," he turned around to wrap his arms around you.

Sirius dropped a sweet kiss on your nose, before guiding the kettle through the kitchen again. You kept on holding him against you for a little longer, and he tightened his embrace.

"Are you alright, love?"

"Yeah I just… wonder… what makes it that we get to have all this and some people… don’t? Cause I don’t feel like I deserve it more than them."

Sirius heaved a sigh, resting his cheek against the top of your head. He knew perfectly what you were talking about. He knew it was about Vincent and this wound in your heart that would never fully close. He accepted it though, that you would never love him like you had loved Vincent. He had disappeared from your life too tragically and too quickly, Sirius knew he would be irreplaceable. Somehow, Vincent would always own a part of your heart.

And about this, Sirius was not mistaken. Where he was wrong though, was that he thought he would never own more than a tiny piece of your love, when Vincent would always be the one. He was at peace with this fact though. He knew that you were the one for him, and he was lucky to have you by his side now. He did not ask for more love than what you would feel like offering him.

Outside the sun was shining brightly upon London. The city was lazily waking up on this Sunday morning, the summer air already warm. There was a taste of holidays in the air, of long hours spent in bed, walks under the sun, sweet breezes on the Thames and cocktails drank with the dying sun. You and Sirius were both enjoying the beginning of your holidays together as well.

"What should we do today?" He asked softly, ignoring your previous question.

"Cuddles. And cuddles. And then…"

"More than cuddles?" he proposed in a huskier tone.

"I was gonna propose even more cuddles but that sounds quite good too," you giggled.

"Actually… we could go back to bed right now if you want to cuddle and…"

You laughed as he left his sentence suspended in mid-air in a seductive way.

You were about to kiss him when you were interrupted by a knock on your front door. So instead of kissing Sirius, you tore yourself away from his arms and strode through the flat to open the door, your boyfriend making you laugh as he groaned in protest.

"Leave it! It's probably a mistake anyway!" he called through the apartment, but you ignored him.

You walked through the hall with a happy smile on your face…

… but it was replaced by shock when you opened the door.

You went through a thousand thoughts and a million different emotions. In all this whirlwind, your brain had managed to get both crazy and frozen simultaneously. For a moment, you guessed that you were seeing a ghost, but the person before you seemed tangible. And in just a few seconds you had pushed the thought of a ghost away. There was no doubt that it was a real, breathing, living man before you, only… only it was impossible.

Vincent had died years before, in the war, you had seen him falling from that bridge in the Thames, there was no way he could be alive… but then how could he be standing before you?

You felt your head spinning with too much emotions and too much thoughts, shock punching you in the stomach.

The man before you – Vincent although it couldn't be Vincent – gave you a shy smile, and when he spoke you recognized this voice you thought you would never hear again.

"Hello, Y/N."

Your head span faster and faster, until you could feel the ground disappear under your feet, and all went dark.

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 Sirius was going mad.

He was torn into pieces by so many emotions, and for most of them, he felt guilty.

Anger, jealousy, disappointment…

He was ashamed of admitting it, but he would have preferred Vincent to have died that day during the war… he had seen Vincent falling in the Thames with his own eyes… how could he have survived. And where had he been for so long?

Sirius blew the smoke of his cigarette, pushing it out of his lungs and creating a little cloud of smoke that went drifting towards the sky with the wind. It was late in the afternoon already. After you had fainted, it had taken you a while to get back to your senses. Once you were calmer, Vincent had started to tell you his tale. That he had been badly wounded and had needed months to recover. That he had been looking for you, but by the time he had find you again, you were already with Sirius. He had hesitated for months before finally deciding that he had to see you again.

Sirius was not fully convinced by the whole story, but that wasn't what bothered him the most. What bothered him the most was that Vincent was clearly here to get you back.

All Sirius's insecurities were slammed back right in his face. Deep down, ever since the beginning of your relationship, the thought that he would never have been with you if Vincent had not died had haunted him. He had always feared that you were with him as a second choice. He had come at peace with the idea that you would never love him as much as he loved you.

But now that Vincent was back in the equation, Sirius knew that it meant the end.

Vincent was the one for you, he had no doubt of that. If he asked you to choose, you would be back with your first love.

Sirius was not angry at you for making this choice though. He understood. If you had been the one coming back to him, he would have dropped everything to be back with you. It was only normal that you would give up on him to find back this life Vincent and you had been building together.

But Sirius couldn’t help his rage towards Vincent. And he wasn't proud for wishing that he had remained dead, his blood boiled in his veins at the thought that he was about to destroy Sirius's whole world. He took it personally, as if Vincent had faked his death on purpose and all for the mere purpose to give Sirius a taste of what he would never truly have, only to tear it away from him again. The scenario was ridiculous, and yet Sirius couldn't push it away. The thought came back and back and back, floating in circles in his mind, always here torturing him.

He heaved a sigh, running a hand through his messy hair. It was late already, but he hadn't taken a shower. He had merely put on a T-shirt since Vincent had arrived. He realized then that nor he nor you had eaten anything at all. He had never been able to finish these pancakes.

He sat down on the stairs before your home, watching the street as Wizards and Witches passed by without caring for a second about him and his dishevelled looks. You had asked to speak with Vincent alone, it had been almost two hours ago… The thought that the two of you could be snogging right now made his stomach sick.

Tears rose to his eyes, drowning the grey shades as he thought that the previous night was most certainly the last the two of you would spend together. You had fallen asleep together reading a book about Quidditch. He had woken up in the morning to find the two of you in a tangled mess of limbs. He had barely stayed five minutes with you in the bed then, watching you sleeping. How he regretted now not to have stayed to look at you longer…

All these plans that would never happen, all this future you wanted to build together that had crumbled… His whole life was gone…

What would he do without you?

He chased his tears away with the back of his hands, brushing them out of his eyes. And he wondered if he could be brave enough to still be your friend after all that you had shared. He also wondered if he could be brave enough to live without you.

The door behind him suddenly opened on Vincent, and he walked down the tiny stairs Sirius sat on, before turning towards him again.

"She asked to have a minute alone," he informed Sirius.

Your current boyfriend nodded.

"I'm sorry I have to make you go through all that," Vincent apologized, and Sirius wanted to punch him right on the face for his words.

"I understand," Sirius mumbled back.

"I don't want anything bad to happen to you Sirius, you know I don't. I've always considered you a friend. But Y/N… Y/N is the one for me. She's always been. I couldn’t just give up on her. Besides…"

He interrupted himself, but Sirius had guessed the words he had wanted to speak, and he was the one to utter them.

"You think that she might still want to be with you."

A heavy silence settled between the two men, mingling with the thick and hot summer air.

"I know you will try to convince her to stay…" Vincent began to speak again, but Sirius cut him off.

"You're wrong. Y/N is a big girl. She knows what she wants. She doesn't need me to beg her to keep me. She needs me to accept it if she prefers to be back with you."

"Would you really let her go?"

"If she asks me so, yes."

"Really? But why…?"

"I love her," Sirius answered as if it was the most obvious truth in the whole world.

"Does she love you?"

Vincent's voice was hesitant as he asked the question. Sirius shrugged.

" I don't know now. Yesterday, you weren't alive."

"Well, I apologize for not being dead in a ditch."

"I don't think I can accept your apology."

"Is that a joke?"

"Yes, yes, sort of. I'm not... I've never been very good at jokes."

"Sirius Black? Not good at jokes? What happened to you?"

A weak smile formed on Sirius's lips.

"Y/N happened."

Sirius let out a chuckle.

"I'm still hilarious, when I'm not about to have my life turned upside down…" he added.

"I'm sorry."

"No, you're not, Vincent. You want her to choose you and leave me behind. And I want her to choose me and leave you behind. So, let's cut the pretend. There's no need for that. We were friends, she loved you… and if I'm to be completely honest, I think she still does. So, let's not pretend like you're sorry for coming here and trying to get her back, and let's not pretend either that I'm happy to see you."

Vincent slowly nodded. He was about to speak again when the front door opened. You gave the two men a sad smile.

"Sorry for making you wait," you apologized.

Sirius gave you a reassuring smile. He was surprised as you took his hand, and gave him a grateful smile. You turned to Vincent, and Sirius was certain that it meant the end. You were giving one last moment of affection before running into Vincent's arms. That was it… he was losing you for good…

Instead of letting go of Sirius's hand, you tightened your hold a little. He thought it was meant for a farewell, but it didn't feel like it at all, actually. It felt like reassurance.

Your throat was tightened by emotions as you spoke.

"I'm so glad you're alive, Vince," you smiled, tears shining in your eyes. "I'm so glad you're fine… I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," Vincent breathed, his eyes filled with withheld tears as well. "I missed you so much…"

"I'm sure Sirius will agree when I say that you can come visit us whenever you like."

Both Sirius and Vincent exchanged a glance, and Vincent looked at you with a puzzled expression.

"Y/N… I love you. I've never stopped loving you. I thought that the reason I've come back was clear…"

"It was," you nodded.

You let go of Sirius's hand, and walked closer to Vincent. Sirius crossed his arms before his torso, feeling his throat tightening and vision getting blurry. He took a step back, not wanting to see you fall into his arms again, and yet unwilling to say goodbye just yet, he could steal a few more moments with you if he stayed. He was certain that he would never see you again after you chose Vincent. He had come to this decision. He would never be strong enough to see you loving him… he realized that now.

Sirius's breath caught in his throat. He had this strange feeling in his chest, heavy, painful feeling and he knew that his heart was about to be broken. He just had to wait for you to speak the words that would shatter it forever.

He thought for a second that he could fight for you. That he could give you a thousand arguments to choose him and not Vincent, he could punch Vincent in the face, do something to hold you back, anything… He would have done anything at all…

But was it really what was best for you?

Sirius was a fighter, but he loved you enough to give up. He had always been stubborn but he loved you enough to let go. With all the darkness he hid deep down inside him, and all these wounds that were never truly healed, and all the pain he had to carry… Sirius was more fragile than he looked. You knew it, you were one of the few to be allowed to see him without his armour.

Sirius had never thought that he deserved you. And if you asked him to, for once, he wouldn't fight. If you asked him to, he would let you go. For your own sake, for your happiness… he was ready to give up on you, pack his bag, and disappear.

But the words that passed your lips were not the ones he expected to hear at all…

"But Vincent, it's been so long… I'm not the girl you loved then, not anymore. I built another life for myself. I can't give up on everything for you…"

"Why not? We could build this life we wanted during the war, we could get a fresh start and have the life that we wanted, together."

"I can't do that. I… I'm sorry. But I don't want to do that."

You shook your head.

"I'm so happy you're here. I was devastated when you went missing, and I… It took me so long to feel free to move on. I still felt guilty because I got to have a happy life when you were gone. But I've changed. I've changed and… you will always have a place in my heart. But you don't own it anymore. Actually… I realize now that you never owned it at all. I loved you, but it wasn't the kind of love I have now. I don't want to sound harsh, but you can't… I can't be with you anymore. I don't want to. And it may sound selfish but knowing that you're fine is… liberating. I won't feel guilty to be happy anymore. So thank you, for coming here. And if you want, we can still be friends. But we won't be anything more. We had our time together, but the moment has passed. And you need to move on, just like I did."

"Are you sure?"

But you nodded, and when you exchanged a smile with Sirius, Vincent knew he was defeated. You had never looked at him the way you looked at Sirius…

"I'm sorry. But I love Sirius. And I'm very happy with him. Happier than I've ever been. And I wouldn't give up on him, not for anything. I'm sorry."

"Do you… do you love him more than you loved me?" Vincent asked in a trembling voice.

You nodded, a smile forming on your lips and a tear rolling down your cheek.

"I do. He's the one for me. I know he is. I'm sorry, Vince."

"I understand."

"If you want, you can come for dinner next Sunday…"

"I'm not sure it's a good idea, but thank you. As long as you're happy… And if I can't make you change your mind…"

You shook your head, and he could read in your eyes that indeed, you would never change your mind. He had lost you for good this time.

"I wish you both the best then. Farewell."

"Farewell, Vince."

He turned around and walked into the street, and you turned to walk back in your home, Sirius following close.

He leaned against the door as he closed it behind him, and Sirius took your hand, pulling you into his arms.

He heaved a sigh.

"Thank you," he breathed. "But are you sure about that…"

You shushed him by pressing your lips against his, and you held him tightly against you.

"I'm sure," you breathed as you finally broke away. "I'll always be sure about us."

Sirius gave you a bright smile, looking down at your eyes but still holding you in his arms.

"Well then… I propose pancakes and cuddles. A lot of cuddles. And I want to be little spoon… after almost losing you today, I deserve being little spoon," he laughed, but you didn't miss the tears in his eyes.

You shook your head, cupping his cheek.

"You will never lose me. You're the one who owns my heart, and you always will be."

And as you stared up at him, both of you crying and both of you smiling, you found yourself feeling more peaceful than ever. All traces of guilt had been lifted from your heart. This idea that you didn't deserve this happiness because Vincent had never had the chance to find anything like it had disappeared. His ghost had stopped haunting you. And it felt wonderful.

"I love you, Sirius."

He tightened his hold on you and pressed his face into your hair. You had chosen him. You had had a chance to be with Vincent, but you had chosen him. And these three words that you had spoken already before wore now a brand-new meaning. You really did love him. And not because you couldn't have Vincent. You loved him, because you had chosen to. And that was the best feeling he had ever experienced…

You loved him for the man he was. He guessed that it meant that he wasn't such a destroyed soul then, and that his wounds would be given a chance to keep on healing. You were the best remedy for his tortured soul, after all.

He silently promised himself to never let you go. He would keep on spending his life trying to make you just as happy as you made him.

"I love you, Y/N."

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[lovesickjily]

With You

James reinforces his resolution to have the best summer of his life when his girlfriend is stuck babysitting someone other than him.

For Jily Summer Fest ( @jilyfest​ )

FFN or AO3

With each fleeting year and each year a wasted summer, James’s determination to have an amazing summer grew stronger, and this year, he was going to have it. If he spoke it into existence, then surely it would come true.

The pool was a great way to kick it off, a start for something great, and the clouds had even given way to the poor occupants of this planet, deciding that they’d treat the people of the London area by not gracing them with their presence. The sky was as blue as it could possibly be, almost as if James had covered his eyes with a paint color sample of that exact shade from the hardware store.

His usual, thick-lensed glasses were traded for sunglasses.

Shirt, off. Swimming trunks, on. A desire for a fun summer, flickering between on and off.

The water felt cool against his legs, toes, and just whatever part of him that it could reach as he lied on the pool float, a sharp contrast to the searing heat that the sun imposed upon the foolish occupants of this planet. The sun glared down at him, shining down on his bronze-colored skin as he dared it to bring on the challenge, skin cancer be damned because he’d more than enough stressed the importance of sunscreen.

But then… something was amiss.

He could have deluded himself as much as he wanted, but this facade of a typical summer just didn’t feel right.

Maybe he should have taken it as a sign, an indication that no matter how bright the sun was or how perfect the weather appeared to be, what with the lack of any clouds in the sky, he would much rather the bloody stupid sun burn his eyes off than lounge about in the pool without a certain someone. He could have been served the best slice of watermelon from the finest produce the world could have procured for him and been provided with the most perfect lemonade, the sweet and sour balancing each other other just amazingly, and it still wouldn’t matter, because a certain redhead wasn’t there to enjoy them with him.

And what was life without someone to enjoy it with?

He had a girlfriend now, one that he loved very dearly, who he very much wanted to leave an impressionable summer in her memory forever.

He’d written a bucket list for everything that he’d wanted to do with her, and though some parts were highly unrealistic— climb a tall mountain only to plunge into the surrounding body of water, for one— or extremely inappropriate, he was open to compromise, so long as he got to make the most of it all with her. The problem was, well, Lily wasn’t here with him now. She’d found another man, and it didn’t quite matter if the culprit was only five years old, because James was younger than her, so what did that really say about her?

No, this won’t do.

Not at all.

He had to do something.

He’d nearly started to get up from the blasted inflatable, but Sirius, who had taken advantage of James’s contemplative state, had beaten him to it, moving as quietly as he could in the water towards him and then promptly pushing James off the float. He was offered no apology, no words of sympathy, nothing, as he felt the water submerge him, and for a second, he let his guard down, thinking that at least underwater he was safe from Sirius’s hands.

And then the float came down on his head.

“What the hell, Padfoot?” he seethed, the water dripping from his hair onto his face as it obscured his already-deteriorating vision. He pushed his hair out of his face, an action that he knew a certain redhead would squeal over, if said woman was actually there with him.

“Didn’t see you there. You nearly blended in with the water. Anyone could have made the same mistake.”

“I’m… not the same color as the water?”

“No, but you’re just as transparent.”

James shook his head at his friend’s antics and threw the float back at him, his athletic expertise ensuring that it landed perfectly on his head, and he found much satisfaction in how precisely it had pelted him.

“Play nice, James,” his mother scolded him from her comfortable spot on her lounge chair, peering over at them over the reading glasses sitting atop her nose, and she looked to be the epitome of pure luxury, simply because she was.

“But Mum—”

“Would you still have done that if Lily was around?”

“Yes,” he clipped with an air of exasperation, “And she would have joined me in our Sirius bashing.”

“Lily loves me,” Sirius put in.

“Lily is the queen of deceit,” James replied, and with that, he climbed out of the pool, slinging his towel around his neck once he had dried himself off and began to make a beeline towards the house.

“Where are you going?” Sirius called after him.

“To get laid,” he said, and he was immediately met with various comments from the two— a wolf whistle from Sirius and an emphasis on the use of protection from his mother—, but he paid no heed to them, leaving the two to their devices.

Summer was a time for loads of things, and regret was not among those things.

Although the idea of summer was exciting enough that Lily could nearly smell the scents that one would associate with the concept— sunscreen, the saltiness of the ocean, popsicles— she knew that each year the season came around, it’d be nowhere near as exhilarating as she thought it’d be.

James had promised that they’d have the time of their lives— he promised— even going as far as writing out an elaborate bucket list for the two of them to complete. She knew that they’d probably not be able to scale an entire mountain and then jump off of it into the ocean, though that sounded wicked, but she was willing to do the tasks that would make a nun cry of embarrassment with him. Wearing a sundress without knickers? She’d do it only for James.

He’d been so sweet and adorable about the entire ordeal, that boyfriend of hers, that she couldn’t bring it in her heart to tell him that she’d already made plans with the neighbours to take care of their child for three weeks while their nanny kicked it off on her cruise to the Bahamas and then a visit to some of the other major cities of Europe. Needless to say, he’d been devastated when she’d brought the news to him.

Her usual, gorgeous boyfriend was traded for an adorably, chubby-faced five-year-old.

Shirt, on, obviously. Spare clothes, on. A desire for a fun summer, on.

And Lily didn’t mind the situation all that much, because even though the child required her full and utmost attention at all times, she couldn’t resist his large blue eyes and contagious laughter, precious Jack, who she’d nicknamed Jack-Jack after the icon himself. He was a sweet little thing, only crying when he knew he’d been in the wrong and when he missed his parents— she knew, because she’d babysitted him in the past— but those cases were easily resolved.

Today, Day 6, was to be a relaxing day. Jack had chosen on staying home, simply because his favorite program was on, and who was Lily to deny a child of something that he loved? She had been watching with him, amused as the main character consistently addressed the viewers as if they were part of the show too, but she knew it wouldn’t be long until she became annoyed by the character.

Her phone buzzed, and her eyes darted towards Jack. Seeing that he was still occupied with the television in front of them, she picked her phone up, reading the text that James had sent her.

James Potter: babeeeeee. where are you

Lily Evans: I’m babysitting? For the neighbours? I’ve told you this already.

James Potter: i know but you’re not answering the door. i rung it about 5014982 times too

James Potter: well not really i just wanted you to feel bad

Lily Evans: Are you at my house?

James Potter: yeah

Lily Evans: James, I’m babysitting AT the neighbours’ house. I won’t be home until nighttime.

James Potter: why didn’t you tell me that? looked like a bloody idiot, i did. the old lady across the street stared at me like i was a psycho

Lily Evans: The audacity! We all know that REAL psychos would climb in through the window.

Lily Evans: Also please come quickly. If the tiger on the telly asks me one more time what my favorite pastime is I think I might explode.

James Potter: i’m already here. knock knock ding dong

And true to James’s words, he’d arrived at the door, his taps at the door in sync with his text. Jack gave a start, and he tugged at the hem of her shirt, looking up at her with wide eyes. “Who is it?”

“An idiot,” she answered, but she got up from her spot on the couch anyway, and he followed, his small feet scrambling to keep up with her. She opened the door, and there stood James, his hair dripping wet as if he’d just stepped out of the shower, or, to fit the summer theme more, looking as if he’d stepped out of the pool. Maybe even both.

“Hey, love. You look gorgeous,” he smiled at her, leaning down to press a kiss on her lips, and it probably would have been longer had it not been for the small child standing right by them, who had let out an immediate gasp at their display of affection.

“Ms. Lily! You’ll get cooties!” Jack had exclaimed, and she pulled away as she burst into laughter, James’s mouth agape, most likely at how they’d been interrupted, because they hadn’t seen each other in person for nearly a week due to their conflicting schedules. Kissing through a phone screen was much more different.

“Bloody cockblock,” he muttered, just loud enough so that Lily could hear, and she had to stifle another laughter. He turned towards the small child. “Oi, mate. You’ve been—”

“Are you married?” Jack puzzled before James could complete his sentence, and Lily’s cheeks reddened at his abstrusity. James now had the upper hand, if she could judge from the smirk on his face.

“Not yet, but I’ll have you know I happily intend to put a ring on her finger one day,” James chirped, poking Jack in the nose very softly.

“You are very lucky,” Jack said, “Ms. Lily is very pretty and nice.”

“She is, isn’t she?” James responded, “The prettiest and nicest.”

Though James always complimented her— he’d made it a habit to text her about how beautiful he thought she was every morning and night— she always felt a fluttering sensation in her stomach, in her heart, just everywhere. She didn’t know how she could ever get used to it when the feeling that came was no different than the very first time he’d said something about her appearance.

“Right, well, come inside before you melt out there,” Lily responded, and James bowed dramatically as he complied, closing the door behind him.

“So what’s the game plan today?” James asked once they’d settled on the couch, Lily squeezed between the two men, because that was the only way that it’d work, with both James and Jack wanting to sit beside her.

Lily opened her mouth to respond, but Jack had beaten her to it. “We’re going to watch the telly all day.”

“All day? That’s boring,” James replied, “Why waste your whole summer away like that?”

“We went to the park yesterday! It was very fun. I got to climb the monkey bars and play on the swings.”

“Why not do more summer stuff? The telly can wait. Summer cannot. Next thing you know, you’ll be going to school and learning calculus and all.”

“What’s calculus?” Jack asked with an innocent tilt of his head.

“A class you’ll never want to take—” Lily started.

“It’s like riding a bike, except the bike is on fire and there’s zombies chasing after you,” James finished for her, and Jack giggled at James’s answer.

“You’re funny, Mr…?”

“James.”

“Mr. James! My name starts with a J, too,” Jack said with delight, before turning to Lily, “You are lucky, too. Mr. James is funny, and he has cool hair.”

“It’s amazing, my hair, but oi! Don’t change the topic. Let’s do summer things. Lily, you’ve seen the bucket list. We are not letting three weeks go by without checking off at least one item from it.”

“Well, if we were to judge you by your hair, I’d say that you’ve already hit the pool, didn’t you?” Lily replied, running her hands through his mostly-dry hair, her lips puckering up at how visibly he enjoyed it.

“Yeah, actually. Sirius flipped me off my float,” he said begrudgingly. She snorted at him, and he leaned over, whispering in her ear, “I never thought I’d say this, but thank god you’re on your lady days. At least I don’t have to worry about missing out on a lay because you’ve been occupied.”

“It also means we can’t complete half the things on that list of yours.”

He waved her off. “There’s the other half. Make popsicles. Have a water fight. Run through sprinklers. Watch the sunset. I reckon we could knock those things off in a day.”

“And Jack?”

“He joins us.”

“Well, how about it, Jack? Do you want to do those things?” Lily asked, Jack having tuned in to their conversation as soon as the word “popsicles” had left James’s lips.

Jack beamed at them, nodding his head frantically as if Lily had suggested that they meet the Queen, which, incidentally, was on the bucket list.

Four items down. 51 left to go.

Go them.

He should have been mad at the little bugger— he was, but then he’d seen Jack’s unusually wide eyes full of sweet innocence— especially when the little tyke stole his girlfriend from him, but those eyes. How could anyone resist such eyes?

When James and Lily had written out their bucket list, he’d fully intended it to be accomplished by just the two of them alone, to maximize the romance as much as he possibly could. He had nearly doubled the length of the list by adding on to Lily’s normal contributions— go to a carnival had expanded into kiss at the top of a ferris wheel and kiss on a roller coaster and later, kiss on every ride if possible— and his resolve to complete the list stayed firm. They were going to complete it, but right now, their main priority was Jack.

They couldn’t very well bring a small child that wasn’t theirs to a hotel room— and even if they did have kids, they’d most definitely be voted as the worst parents to have ever been alive—, nor could they really do much else without scarring the poor child for life.

In other news, James had traded his summer-esque wear for more comfortable clothes, only to end up pulling his shirt off to do other summer activities. Lily had argued that it was his fault for suggesting the activities in the first place, and there was no protesting that fact, because she was right.

He didn’t mind it, not at all, because now he got to spend time with his girl— his sweet, gorgeous girlfriend, who would not hesitate to slice him in two if he didn’t let her pay at least a portion of the bill on dinner dates, despite his assertions that he had more than enough money to pay for every table in the establishment— and what was better than that?

After they’d left the popsicles to chill in the freezer— Lily had to stop Jack from slurping up all of the puree on multiple occasions, but James didn’t blame him, not when the sickeningly sweet smell of yogurt and fruit was practically luring them in— she ran over to her house to change into clothes that she didn’t mind getting wet, while James helped Jack into his swimming trunks.

His first day with the child was fun, amazing even, and now, as Jack delighted in how he’d successfully striked Lily with a water balloon— unfortunately, she had opted to wear a black shirt rather than white, but maybe that was for the better, because the little bugger didn’t deserve to be graced with his girlfriend’s beautiful chest— that little hope that James held earlier that day had ceased in its diminishing. James had retaliated by chasing Jack with the hose, obviously put at the very lowest setting, because he wasn’t a monster, and had even opted to spray himself just to be even. He didn’t want the child to cry and grow up with a fear of water; no child deserved to be scarred for life like that, even if it stemmed from what seemed to be a harmless joke.

And when Lily had brought the popsicles out after being fully chilled, Jack was in complete awe because of how colorful it had turned out. He’d cheerfully taken a popsicle, his ocean blue eyes widening in delight at the taste, and he flashed a thumbs up at James and Lily.

“I hope it tastes at least decent. I wouldn’t like if we’d spent all that time, and it comes out horrible,” Lily responded, taking a frozen desert for herself and trying it, her tongue licking the very top of the treat. Her lips curled up in a smile.

“See, Ms. Lily! It’s good. Mr. James, try it!” Jack exclaimed, his enthusiasm propelled by Lily’s reaction to the popsicle.

Of course, the sun had placed its mark on all of its victims, and with the scorching summer heat, the popsicle in Lily’s hand was no exception. She’d attempted to lick up the melted parts dripping from her hand, and it only served to create a mess around her lips, a very well, unsubtle reminder of what she’d done with him— or to him— in the comfort of their bedroom on various occasions.

“Oi, Jack, turn around,” James said suddenly.

“Why?” the boy asked, the area around his mouth stained with the colors of the popsicle.

“Because you’re not going to like what you see.”

He obeyed, and James was thankful that this small child was raised with manners and compliance, Jack even going as far as closing his eyes.

He whirled on Lily, who stared at him curiously. “What are you doing?” she asked him.

“Trying the popsicle.”

With that, James zeroed in on her and smiled wicked just as he began nipping at the corners of her lips affected with the treat, not yet giving her the satisfaction of a full kiss on the lips. It wasn’t too long after though— perhaps only a second later— that she took action for herself and pressed her lips against his, the electricity that he always felt when he kissed her coursing through his body. She tasted so sweet that it had to be a crime, and they’d almost gotten too carried away, with James’s tongue nearly tasting the remnants of the popsicle in her mouth that she had not yet swallowed, that Lily pulled away from him.

The music that they had played— ABBA, of course, because James delighted in the song so much that it was almost as if he were the dancing queen himself— was loud enough to muffle the sounds that they had made, luckily, because poor little Jack didn’t deserve to be scarred for life due to James’s inability to keep it in his pants. The popsicle in Lily’s hand had dripped onto James’s back when she’d slung her arms around him, and she pouted as she inspected it. “Are you going to ask me to lick it off your back now?”

“Oi, there is a child near us.”

“I know,” Lily laughed at the irony of his words and his own action of initiation, “I’ve got a better idea.” She took a bite of her popsicle, the cursed thing, before innocently placing it in James’s hand and turning Jack around to face them again. She went to go fetch something, most likely another popsicle.

“You were right, Jack,” James said, “Tasted great.” He didn’t clarify if it was the popsicle or Lily that tasted great, but obviously he was talking about Lily, because nothing could outdo her, not a flimsy popsicle. He bit into the popsicle and grinned at the boy, who beamed in response.

As it had turned out, Lily did not fetch another popsicle. Instead, she returned with the hose in her hand and practically showered James in water. “Oi!” he yelped, and the popsicle fell out of his hand and landed on the ground with a soft thud. The cold water contrasted greatly against the heat that had been coming down on his skin, courtesy of the sun, but he couldn’t bring himself to be mad, not when both she and Jack were laughing with pure elation.

Lily passed the hose to Jack, who immediately pulled a Benedict Arnold as he aimed right at her, drenching her from head to toe, and her lips opened in pure joy at the feeling, the goddess that she was. It was all a mess, really, with the popsicle that James dropped merely a puddle now, and water being flung in practically every direction, but it was all right— no, it was more than all right.

He was having the time of his life, and it was only Day 1 with Lily.

Later, they’d taken to relaxing on one of the benches in the backyard as they dried off, Jack occupying himself with the Minecraft app on James’s phone, and James’s arm was wrapped around Lily. “What time do the parents come home?” he asked her.

“Mine or his?”

“Both.”

“Well, it didn’t matter to clear up the ambiguity, because both our parents come home at 6. Care to come over for dinner?”

“I love dinner at the Evans household. I can’t believe you’d even ask.”

“Are you staying over, then?”

“Yet another dumb question, Lily Evans. Of course I am.”

“And without asking me for permission before you crash at my place?”

“Right, my mistake,” he said, taking her words as consent to him staying the night with her, “So, Hercules or Mulan tonight?”

She smiled at him, her hand reaching out to trace over his tricep before travelling downwards and ultimately stopping at his hand as she intertwined them together. “Why not both?”

“I reckon if we watch Mulan, we’ve got to watch its sequel, too.”

“Honestly, we should just watch every Disney movie tonight.”

“Reckon we could do that in an entire night?”

“Nope. Add that to the bucket list.”

“Already ahead of you, love.”

Frankly, Lily should have realized that her job— was it considered a job if she voluntarily chose to babysit the kid?— would not at all have prevented James from attempting to see her everyday, even if he lived a 30 minutes drive away.

James had practically taken over her role as the sitter, and soon, after only four days, Jack clung on tightly— physically and metaphorically— to him, and it was so sweet, with how James’s own excitement matched up to that of the boy’s. It was funny, really, how James had initially expressed dissent for Lily caring for the child— “Of course I’m bloody jealous of the little bugger who’s stealing time away from my girlfriend”—  but now? Now, it seemed the roles were switched, with Jack taking James for himself and bursting into tears when James couldn’t come over on some days.

They hadn’t been able to accomplish too much off of their bucket list, because most of the items were to do specific tasks or go to specific places, with James the smarmy idiot adding kissing at said places as separate items. Lily couldn’t even say that she was opposed to it, because she loved kissing him as much as she loved him. Of course, that didn’t at all stop James from being his overly affectionate-self. At times when Jack went into the bathroom, James had made it a game to see how long of a snog he could get in before the child returned. Their record was 38 seconds, James had announced proudly.

Fast forward to the very last day of caring for Jack, after much hugging and even some tears, Lily and James had retreated to the comfort of her home, and as the opening to the Lion King played on the third-party website that they had gone on, because it wasn’t available on Netflix, sadly. They were snuggled up in her blanket together, with Lily’s head resting against James’s body quite comfortably.

James had washed up and changed into one of his shirt and a pair of boxers, Lily with the exact same wear because he had brought an entire case of his clothes to her house. Who was she to not take advantage of her boyfriend’s clothes when they smelled like him?

“Now that the babysitting era is over, which of these items on the list would the lovely Lily Jane Evans like to achieve first?” James asked her, his arms wrapping themselves around her waist in an effort to pull her even closer to him, to the point where she could feel his heart beating against her back and his breath tickling her neck.

“We’ve checked off items 1 to 7. It’s only logical if we keep going in order.”

“A road trip to the beach, then? Excellent idea, love. I can’t wait to see you in a bikini.”

“I can’t wait for you to see me in said bikini.”

“I can’t wait to take said bikini off of you.”

“I can’t wait to do beach-related activities that are suitable for the entire family,” she ended, and he pouted.

“Family?” he repeated, “You’re thinking far ahead in the future.”

“I suppose,” she sighed, her eyes trained on her computer screen, which currently showed the gathering of the animals as Circle of Life played, “Jack’s just had me wondering what our kids would look like.”

“Our children would be so bloody perfect, seeing as they’d have hot parents who would pass on such intellect that would bring Stephen Hawking to tears.”

“Oh god, imagine if they got my red hair and your messy hair.”

“I quite like our hair, so if you’re insinuating that it’d be bloody horrific—”

“I am—”

“Then you’re right,” he finished, and her lips curled up into a smile. He told her that her smile was contagious, and it worked for the situation now, because she could practically feel his lips drawing upwards as well. He rested his head on her shoulder, pressing a warm kiss on the skin revealed before pulling off of her.

“I love nights like this,” she said, tilting her head backwards to face him.

“Great, because that’s how the next month will be like.”

“Just next month?”

“If you insist on more time, I’ll gladly extend it to the rest of our lives.”

God, how could anyone not swoon when James Potter said something so smooth? Lily’s heart was practically beating out of her chest, and she wanted James to feel the entirety of the effect that he had on her, but this was Lion King that they were watching. She had to pay it her complete respect, so she settled for pulling his head down to hers and placing a small kiss on his lips.

“Did this kiss count as number 35 on our bucket list? Was very Spider-Man-esque, I’d say, if you consider the technicalities of it all, what with me having been upside-down in a way.”

He laughed at her. “Whatever you say, love, but you know, I think it’s better to disregard that list. Sets unrealistic expectations, it does.”

“Oh? So you don’t want me to wear a sundress without any knickers, then?”

“You know I’d kill for that.”

“Then, why the sudden change of heart?”

He reached out to pause the movie and spun her around, pulling her onto his lap so that they were chest-to-chest. “Because I realized that it would have been an amazing summer, anyway, as long as I got to be around you.”

Upon hearing his sweet words, Lily’s heart melted, or burst, but whatever it was, she was sure that James could feel it as well. “I don’t know how I’m still functioning when everything that comes out of your mouth makes me feel like such a player.”

“Are you talking about your heart?” he asked her, and she nodded. “Yeah. It feels like it’s having a party of some sort in there, but it’s all right. You’ve got a spare if it fails on you.”

“Last time I checked, every person in the world has just the one.”

“Nah. You’ve forgotten that you’ve stolen my heart, as well.”

“That’s rude of me. I’ve got to return it.”

“Keep it. At least I’ll that know it’s in safe hands.”

He was going to be the death of her, she thinks, if one of his many capabilities was making her feel like she was on top of the world, but she doesn’t mind, not one bit.

She was going to spend the rest of her summer— and most definitely her life— with him and it most definitely was going to the best she’s had.

It’ll only get better with each fleeting year. That was given.

She couldn’t wait.

[montpahrnah]

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On a Thursday in April 1943 Remus took the train from London to Birmingham, where a stately black car was waiting at the station to take him a short drive southwest to Hagley. In a wood on the estate of the Viscount Cobham of Hagley Hall four local boys hunting quail had found a woman’s skeleton in a wych elm tree.

These Young Lions, by enjambament (26k)

On Hallowe’en night, 1981, Sirius runs for his freedom and ends up as a dog on the doorstep of No. 11 Privet Drive. But that’s only the beginning. What comes next is a desperate hunt for the evidence to give Sirius his life back, and give Harry a home.

The Weather Inside, by earlybloomingparenthesis (43k)

Sirius rides a flying motorbike, and snogs strangers in pubs, and strikes moody poses Remus finds irritatingly attractive. But for Remus, who drinks milky tea and wears flannel pyjamas, there’s a chasm cracked right down the fault line between wanting and doing.

How he wants, though. How he wants.

Longsdune, by imochan (3k)

He supposes that this is what is expected of him, to sit here and listen to wetness sinking into the earth and remember how it felt when it was sunny, and there were four of them, and Sirius Black looked at him like he was a piece of the universe he wanted to understand so badly that he was willing to take Remus apart completely and then put him back together.

Tesserae (the Missing Pieces Remix), by glass_icarus (3k)

Post-PoA. Sirius is picking up the pieces, but putting them back together requires help.

When We Were Gone Astray, by shaggydogstail (4k)

A brief history of Christmastime with Sirius bringing up Harry.

it is our crooked aim, by misandrywitch (4k)

He’s been gone for three days, and he didn’t tell Sirius where he was going or how long he’d be gone. He has no idea where Sirius is, or when he’ll be back. That’s how it’s been for a while now. He makes himself tea and runs a bath and sits in the tub until the water is grey and chilly with sloughed-off dirt. Remus is twenty-one. He feels eighty.

This World Lies At The Bottom Of A Lake, by berhanes (7k)

Briefly he’d considered going to visit Remus, but Sirius has too many stacked up feelings about him to add any more, and he doesn’t trust himself not to ruin their carefully patched situation in the wake of the incident – it’s only been a year, after all, and there’s no better way to shatter a barely recovered friendship than by doing something stupid like throwing out a declaration of love in the middle of explaining the myriad ways in which your family is deranged and terrible. So instead Sirius had hailed the Knight Bus and requested Bowness-on-Windermere.

Postscript, by yeats (1k)

“All that anger — I don’t like how it feels anymore, having it inside me.”

What forgiveness might look like.

One That You Can Keep, by thistlerose (1k)

“Where all my journies end / If you can make a promise / if it’s one that you can keep / I vow to come for you…”

bright ambassadors, by librae (1k)

(PWP, basically)

The Years to Come, by toyhto (3k)

Remus is watching him closely and trying to weight their love, trying to decide if it’s real enough or not, and he knows he would be doing the same if he didn’t already know. It’s real. It always was. They were complete idiots.

Escape for Another Day, by veeagainst (2k)

A life and death experience brings Sirius and Remus together.

four thousand two hundred and sixty, by Kel (2k)

I think the only reason I never lost my mind is that I knew I was innocent. That wasn’t a happy thought, so the dementors couldn’t suck it out of me.

– Sirius Black, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Atlantic Specimen, by ourmutualfriend (3k)

Opiate dream.

A Peripheral Vision, by carmine_ink (2k)

Set in Cambridge at the end of the century, Remus and Sirius struggle to exist in a society that refuses to accept them.

Hold On to Whatever You Find, by fallovermelikestars (10k)

“…he hadn’t planned to jump Sirius’ bones almost as soon as he walked through the door, had actually planned to fix him a square meal and then set about avoiding him for a few days – or forever – but he’d been marinating in whiskey for over an hour and Sirius had fucking smiled at him as he pushed the door closed behind him and that smile, it’s always been Remus’s undoing.”

Then I Would Come and Find You, by RuinsPlume (2k)

This is what saves them every time.

between towers, by tigrrmilk (8k)

Through the doorway at the end of the entrance hall, he could see a wide portion of the small quad ahead. Green and lush. It was early October, and the sun was shining, thank the lord. Or at least thank Merlin. It was Michaelmas. And Remus was taking up a place at Oxford to read English.

Argentum, by happiestwhen (1k)

Memories are only as permanent as you allow them to be.

Homeless Near a Thousand Homes, by lorax (3k)

“He went there because he wanted to remember, and he stayed because he had no other place to be.”

Our lives will run like / Sparks through the stubble, by zambla (13k)

1984. Remus J Lupin, post first wizarding war, is in Berlin. His father has just died. He goes back to his childhood homes, the places he passed through, and realizes that his memory is a map that is folded on itself.

Told in interwoven present and past times, concerning his relationship to his parents, himself, and the traitor, Sirius Black.

My homage to the film Blue (1993) by the great English filmmaker Derek Jarman.

Diamonds and Rust, by toyhto (6k)

“My heart would get broken,” he says roughly, “that’s why.“

Sirius draws his hand back. “I wonder how that feels.”

“I don’t.”

The Season of Love and Death, by mustntgetmy (2k)

A little love letter to autumn, Remus/Sirius style. From their first kisses at Hogwarts beneath the Forbidden Forest foliage, to sharing cups of cocoa in a London park near the end of the first war.

The Man Who Counts Waves, by Underlucius (1k)

If he stops counting he’ll remember who lives on the other side of that azure flood, and then he would walk into the sea and never return. So he counts the waves.

The Impossible Season, by coyotesuspect (21k)

Six months after falling through the Veil, Sirius comes back. As a seventeen-year-old.

Remus takes him in.

A Candle Put Out, by sopdetly (2k)

Now they hadn’t had sex in months, and Sirius knew he pulled away from Remus in his sleep, when they managed to sleep in bed together.

Lay Down, by taffetablue (1k)

After, they Apparate home, saturated with rain and blood, and the oily slide of dark magic skidding along Remus’s skin like unfamiliar hands.

Ghost of Winter, by earlybloomingparenthesis (3k)

Christmas is coming and the bite of winter is in the air, and way up north in the Highlands the mountains are big and bleak enough to hide even Azkaban’s most wanted from prying eyes. All Remus can imagine is being snowbound alone with Sirius. Unfortunately, there’s a ghost who has other plans.

Wandering, Gets You Down, by hiddendaze (5k)

AU premise: Remus is in Ravenclaw and doesn’t really know Peter, James and Sirius. Consequently, there is no Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs.

a country mile, by sea_schtick (1k)

The summer after Harry’s third year, and Sirius refuses to be alone.

To Fill A Gap, by berhanes (8k)

Sirius’ face is caught in a rectangle of late afternoon sun and Remus wants suddenly to reach across the three feet and fourteen years between them and touch him where the light hits. He lets himself imagine that he could, that in a moment he’ll just lean forward and trace the curve between Sirius’ neck and his jaw with his fingertips without it feeling like penitence. A different version of himself would’ve already done it. But then, a different version of himself wouldn’t be here in the first place.

Any Other Night, by mustntgetmy (6k)

In 1977, Remus and Sirius set about trying to kill the moon, and years later, in Azkaban, Sirius reflects on this and on his damaged relationship with Remus.

Of Monsters, by llassah (8k)

Sirius always expected to go into the Black family business. Said family business just happens to involve kneecappings, murder, and the most powerful criminals in London. When Sirius decides to leave home at nineteen with a briefcase full of money and a few other essentials, he has no idea that he will end up sharing a dosshouse with a lunatic in a tweed jacket with the reading habits of an Oxford don and staggering intermittent anger issues. Sad thing is, it’s probably the safest place for him right now. Until it isn’t.

stir the flame anew, by blanketed_in_stars (5k)

It’s a light tawny who sits patiently while he reads. Moony—send something back if it’s a bad time. Otherwise I’ll be there at noon. Cheers, Padfoot. There’s nothing more, as if it were the last note in a conversation they’d already been having, but Remus can’t recall anything of the sort. He’d remember if they’d talked about this. He’d remember, he thinks, watching the owl drink the water which he absentmindedly offers her, if they’d talked at all.

Two winters after the war, Remus receives an owl, and, shortly thereafter, an unexpected houseguest.

Souvenir, by sopdetly (3k)

Remus returns from another mission; Sirius has missed him.

Concomitant, by peccadilloes (1k)

Remus comes home and into the kitchen that evening with a soft blue book, and he sets it on the table.

“Some hipster hippie witch in Venice gave it to me,” he says. “Makes them.”

Sirius picks up the book and in his hands it changes, grows large and slim and harder bound. He rubs his thumb over its waxed thread, and its cover pools with longing.

a lie low in Los Angeles, oneiromancy

We’ll Both Forget the Breeze, by happiestwhen (1k)

In winter, time seems to trickle down with the melting snow.

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R/S Games 2017: Week Two Roundup

We’re doing lighter posting on the weekends, so now is your chance to catch up on Games works!

Day 7:

Team: Remus Title: Looking For Trouble Rating: T Word Count: 9900 Summary: In which Remus always ends up in the middle of things. Prompt: #5 - "I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun." - Jane Austen, excerpt from the novel Pride and Prejudice

Team: Sirius Title: Bubblegum Blues Rating: M Word Count: 5200 Summary: Remus actually looks down as she smiles, like a shy teenager in a first kiss scenario, and it gives Sirius deja vu. She’s lived this exact moment before. Only in another life. When Remus lifts the bass, Sirius sees a tattoo on the back of her upper arm, and drops her little notebook on the sticky floor. She’s only known one other person with a tattoo like that. But it can’t be… Can it? Prompt: E - "We are not the same persons this year as last; not as those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person." - W. Somerset Maugham

Day 8:

Team: Sirius Title: You Were My Spring, My Summer Too Rating: T Word Count: 3500 Summary: When Sirius receives news that things have gone very wrong on an assignment, he heads north to bring Remus home. Prompt: #6 - “The flocks head north and the lilacs bloom At night they scent my moonlit room You were my spring, my summer too I'm going north to look for you" - from the song "North" by Joan Baez

Team: Remus Title: Epilogue Rating: E Word Count: 16,000 Summary: After a lot of miscommunication and six years apart and maybe Remus and Sirius can finally rewrite their ending. Prompt: #40 - "If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story." - Orson Welles

Day 9:

Team: Remus Title: Just Smoke Rating: T Word Count: 10,000 Summary: Two very different impromptu trips to Amsterdam. One before and one after. Or: The boys do touristy things in Amsterdam while Sirius is mid-breakdown, Remus is very much Not in Love with Him, James is keen to get high, and Peter just wants to see some naked ladies. Prompt: #13 - "A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image." - Joan Didion

Team: Sirius Title: Sirius Possibilities, aka The Logic of Sirius Rating: T Word Count: 3800 Summary: Sirius buys a "cottage" for Remus and him. Obviously, there is a lot of work to do and Sirius has some high expectations. Prompt: #78 - Calvin & Hobbes comic strip about the stars and perspective, by Bill Watterson

Day 10:

Team: Sirius Title: For Bright Skies Rating: T Word Count: 11,000 Summary: Sirius remembers when the stars were idols. Now, he craves the sun. Prompt: #22 - The eyes that mock me sign the way Whereto I pass at eve of day.

Grey way whose violet signals are The trysting and the twining star.

Ah, star of evil! Star of pain! High-hearted youth comes not again

Nor old heart's wisdom yet to know The signs that mock me as I go." - "Bahnhofstrasse" by James Joyce

Team: Remus Title: The sun always comes - ART Rating: G Summary: Sometimes it is too much, but there are always reasons to keep on going. Prompt: #48 - Song: "Here Comes the Sun" by the Beatles

Day 11:

Team: Remus Title: Let Us Compare Mythologies Rating: M Word Count: 1700 Summary: Remus contemplates the time before, against his better judgement. Canon compliant, pre-POA. Prompt:: #95 - Picture: A stack of old books, with a jar on top.

Team: Sirius Title: Watch Me Go Blind Rating: E Word Count: 20,000 Summary: In which our heroes uncover a very well-kept secret. And about damn time, too. Prompt: #31 - "The smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls, ready to remind us..." — Marcel Proust

Day 12:

Team: Sirius Title: Hope & Legacy: Black Brothers Edition Rating: M Word Count: 24,000 Summary: A few weeks before the start of the next figure skating season, Sirius receives word that his parents have kicked the bucket. He promptly travels back to England for no good reason at all, exasperated husband in tow. Prompt: #35 - "We can't all be heroes because somebody has to sit on the curb and clap as they go by." - Will Rogers

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