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Hi, uhm I had an idea or prompt for a fic: Natalie (or Leo being the token gen-z) reading fanfic to the team that’s about them. I also love your fics and yeah.

Thank you so much!! So I did this fast, but it was so fun and hilarious to write. Hope you like it!

Character belong to the amazing @lumosinlove!

“So! Now that it’s just us adults, I am going to share with y’all some things an old friend sent to me.” Leo announced to the team, who were gathered in the Cubs apartment for a movie night.

“Old friend,” Finn scoffed, “Old as in from middle school? You’re not that old, Nutty. And you’re hardly an adult.”

Everyone laughed at that, Leo trying to speak above them, “Hey, hey, now, be nice or you won’t get to hear. He’s very into, um, writing, and reads a lot, and came across these and had to scar me by sending them to me without context, so I shall do the same to you. But before I start, has anyone ever heard of fanfics?”

“Leo whatever your middle name is Knut!” Natalie gasped. “You didn’t.”

“Oh, I unfortunately did stumble upon, well, Damion did, but yeah. I didn’t get very far. I just thought I’d read a few of the summaries. So y’all are aware.”

“Is this like when someone rewrites the ending of a show or something?” Sirius asked.

“Oh, baby, no.” Remus hid his face in Sirius’ shoulder. “To clarify!” Remus held up a hand, “I haven’t read any, but I don’t live under a rock. This ought to be good. Please, do continue, Knut.”

“The first one he sent me was… let’s see… Ah, yes. The description goes: So apparently the hot guy on the bench has a name, and he’s been banging THE Captain Sirius Black this whole time. So here’s how I imagine that when down. And how he goes down on that hot piece of ass, one Remus Lupin.” Leo barely made it through the last sentence before breaking out into laughter, the team following suit. Remus blushed and again buried his face in Sirius’ shoulder and groaned.

“We do NOT need to discuss how that happened. Like, at all.” Remus mumbled into Sirius’ shirt, who was also blushing.

“Well,” Dumo cut in, “It would be wrong anyway. It all started on a stormy night with a dinner invitation…” Dumo trailed off, waving his hand dramatically. They had all heard the story by now.

Leo cleared his throat. “Moving on! We have, a personal favorite of mine entitled Harvard Times. Summary is: Finn and Logan went to Harvard together and both got drafted to the Lions together. Is it because they’re madly in love after meeting in chemistry class a becoming, cough cough, study partners? A late night in the library gets steamy in between the stacks.”

“Care to, maybe, read a bit of that one to us, Nut? Later?” Finn raised an eyebrow, smirking.

“We didn’t even have chemistry together.” Logan grumbled as the team laughed and wolf whistled at Finn’s antics.

“Uh…” Leo blushed, “Yeah, maybe. I mean, it’s actually not bad, lots of lead up, and-”

“WAIT!” Natalie yelled, silencing the room, “Did you READ that one?”

“I mean… a little? Hey! Their my boyfriends, it was hot! They-”

“We don’t need any more information than that, thanks.” Talker interjected. “Anything else you’d like to share?

“Yeah, and this one I find most funny, because of how random. Here’s my ode to my two favorite Lions, Thomas Walker,” Leo pointedly looked at him, “And Kasey Winter. Water, as I called them, because they are essential to life. Shameless locker room steamy shower smut. Please Enjoy.”

“Whelp, I was fine before this involved me. Sorry to steal your man, Nat.” Thomas laughed it off.

“I am now terrified of what else could be out there.” Kasey said, whipping out his phone.

“Whatcha doin’ there, hun?” Natalie asked.

“Nothing.” He responded, shielding his phone away from her.

“On another note, I think it’s time everyone leaves.” Finn said before the conversation could drift to another topic, staring down at his phone with wide eyes.

“Did you find it?” Logan asked, looking up from his phone to look over at Finn.

“Oh yeah. It does not disappoint.”

“And that’s our cue.” Remus said, standing up.

Everyone started to get up when Kasey announced, “Hold up! There’s so many! Sirius and baby rookie Nut. The goalies. Dumo and Logan?” Kasey made a retching sound. “Alright, I’m done. I regret knowing.”

“Now you, too, can suffer. I definitely chewed Dame out for sending me these.”

“Thank him for me, though.” Finn said. “This gives me so many ideas.” He muttered to himself.

“Bedroom. Now.” Logan stated as he got up and walked off.

As everyone filed out, laughing about how the evening had progressed, Sirius spoke up.

“Remember, morning practice tomorrow so don’t stay up too late reading, yeah?”

“Oh, the time for reading is over, Cap.” Finn smirked and walked to the bedroom.

“Be safe!” Dumo shouted from down the hall. “That goes for everyone.” He pointedly looked at Sirius and Remus.

Remus held his hands up in surrender, “I was just planning a night of reading an actual book.”

“Uh huh.” Dumo headed for the stairs.

“How come no one ever believes me?”

“Maybe because Cap always had that smirk on. And how he’s always undressing you with his eyes.” Kasey pointed out.

Sirius gave an indignant whine as they all headed out and home for the night.

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HE MOVED IN - SW Coops fluff

So I’ve been surprisingly motivated today, so I wrote a quick little drabble about how the team found out Remus moved in, hope you enjoy! As always, credit to the amazing @lumosinlove for the characters and universe that I can’t believe isn’t actually real because my heart is so attached to these cute hockey boys.

“Kickoff is in 4 minutes, hurry up Cap!” Finn yells from his place on the floor in front of the TV. The team was over at Sirius’ house to watch the early afternoon football game, the Texans at Green Bay.

“If you don’t get your ass down here, I’m taking over the couch!” Dumo playfully threatens.

“I’m here I’m here, jeez.” An exasperated Sirius says, traipsing down the last few stairs. He makes himself comfortable leaning against the armrest and lounging, feet up on the couch, taking up all but the small space where Dumo sat like a normal person at the other end of the couch.

“Jeez? Your starting to sound like Loops.” James laughs.

“Where is the boyfriend? His Green Bay Packers are playing.” Talker adds.

“Yeah” Dumo teases, nudging his feet, “Didn’t you invite your Remus to watch the game?”

“I did. He wasn’t feeling well so he slept in is all.” Sirius says nonchalantly.

“Poor kid. So, who do you think is gonna win today?” Dumo inquiries.

“Honestly,” Sirius starts as there is a rustling heard from upstairs, “Aaron Rodgers has been on a hot streak lately and-“

“Baby?” Remus’ groggy voice comes from the bottom of the stairs. The team all turn their heads, eyes wide, James shooting Sirius a disbelieving look of surprise.

“In here sleepy head!” Sirius calls from his spot on the couch, and turning back to the team he continues, “And I think that the Packers have a good shot at… Hey, feeling any better, Re?” He quickly sets his attention on the sleepy man before him.

Remus shakes his head and whines as he collapses on top of Sirius’ chest, snuggling his head in below his chin and tucking his arms beneath himself, oblivious to anyone else in the room, “‘m cold. You left me.” He pouts.

“Never.” Sirius replies, wrapping his arms around the man. “Comfy?” He asks, but his boyfriend is already asleep in his arms. With a dopey smile, Sirius places a soft kiss into sandy curls. He turns his attention back to everyone else, who are all still staring wide-eyed at the sight before them, “They have a good shot with the Texans wide receiver, Cooks was it, coming back from an injury and… Why the hell are you all staring at me like that?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” James starts in, mock offended, “Could have to do with the sleeping man on your chest who presumably just came down from YOUR BEDROOM.”

Sirius blushes, but before he can retort, “Did he sleep here?” Kasey starts in, all but yelling. “SHIT, DID HE MOVE IN?! Did you not tell us?! When did this happen?!”

“Shh. Tais-toi, ne réveille pas mon loup!” Sirius whisper yells, still blushing and placing another soft kiss to Remus’ head and tracing soft shapes into his back with light fingertips.

“Mon loup, eh?” Dumo teases from the other end of the couch, eliciting a few laughs from some of the French speaking teammates.

“Shut up and watch the game, kickoff is starting.” Sirius is blushing furiously now, his cheeks and ears beat red, burying his nose into his boyfriend’s untamed curls.

The team smirks but turn their attention back to the TV. Finn leans back into Logan to ask, “What is ‘moan loop’?”

“Oh je parie qu'il gémit ‘Loops’.” Leo mutters, and Logan bursts out laughing.

“You’re terrible.” Logan mumbles to Leo, “And you’re terrible at French.” He places a kiss on Finn’s cheek.

“Wait, now what did Peanut say?” questions a curious Finn.

“We’ll explain later, pay attention to the game, Fish.” Logan smiles.

Kasey glances back at the boys cuddled on the couch, “He’s so precious when he’s sleepy, just look at him.” He coos as half the team takes a look back and murmur their agreements.

Sirius’ blush reforms across his cheeks and he tightens his grip around the sleeping man in his arms, “My Remus.”

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French translations (I used google translate so I hope they were accurate lol):

Sirius: Be quiet, don’t wake my wolf!

Leo: Oh I bet he moans ‘Loops’.

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I like the idea of while Logan is living with Dumo, one of the younger kids mentions something along the lines of he’s a lot quieter during the night than Sirius was or something implying Sirius’ troubles and Logan asks Dumo about it

So a teaser for the upcoming Nightmares Mini Series extension prequel series thing that y’all want! I am so excited people still find it and read and reread it and love it! I loved writing it, as heart wrenching as it could be. More content to come so stay tuned!!

As always, these hockey boys are credit to the amazing @lumosinlove!

“How’s the first few weeks at Dumo’s going?” Sirius asked as Logan let him into the Dumias house.

“Good, good. A lot to process still. We have a game in two weeks and it still hasn’t quite set in yet.”

“I’ll bet. Surprised to see you didn’t move in with Harzy, you’re college teammates, non?”

“Yeah... well my mom wanted me to billet until I can afford my own place, and Dumo offered and my dad was over the moon about HIS SON living with THE Pascal Dumias.”

“Oui, it is great here.”

“Boys! Stop loitering by the door, sit at the table, supper is almost ready!” Celeste called from the kitchen.

As the boys moved further into the house, the Dumias kids swarmed them. Welcoming Sirius and giving him hugs. Even though he still came to the house for dinner at least once a week, the kids said they weren’t seeing him enough after moving into his own place.

“We miss you Siri!” Katie chimed in as she was picked up for a hug and she clung to Sirius’ neck.

“I miss you guys too!”

“At least the nights are quieter around here.” Adele joked.

Logan gave Sirius a questioning look, who shrugged and looked at the ground as he said, “I snore.”

“And sleep talk. Sometimes. In French, too! Papa always has to tell him to be quiet.” Katie added from where she was still in Sirius’ arms.

“Yeah, well you snore too, ma petit cheri.” Sirius shot back, tickling the girl in his arms.

Logan was a little confused by the whole thing, but by the way Sirius was refusing to make eye contact with him, he decided to save his questions for later.

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After supper had been devoured, Celeste went on getting the kids ready for bed as Pascal, Logan, and Sirius cleaned up the table and started the dishes. Conversation was light, and with all the kids and Celeste upstairs, Logan decided now was as good a time as any.

“Hey, um,ca- can I ask about what Adele and Katie were talking about? You talk in your sleep?”

Dumo slowed his scrubbing a pan, and looked over at a frozen, wide-eyed Sirius.

“Sorry, you don’t have to say anything,” Logan forced a laugh. “When I roomed with Finn at college, he sometimes talked in his sleep too.”

“No, it’s alright. Ouai, I, um, sometimes do.” He got out a raspy chuckle. “I would sometimes have nightmares? I guess? It was just being in a new place, new country, really, and it was just a lot of pressure and... yeah. No big deal, it’s all good. You’re good.”

“Yeah, it is a lot, I can relate to that. I mean, I had college to adjust being not in Canada, but yeah. It’s still a lot.”

With that, they fell into a comfortable, if not a tad tense, silence. As the boys were finishing up, Celeste came down to give Sirius a hug goodnight before sending him off.

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Nightmares Pt. 4

So... It’s been a while. This has been sitting mostly finished for a while but between some sh*t mental health and a constantly crashing computer, it’s been hard to compete. But I did it! A bit underwhelming for how long it took, but I hope y’all enjoy it all the same.

As always, the credit goes to @lumosinlove for letting us run with her amazing characters and world!

P.S. - A masterlist will be up soon for Nightmares, I’ll pin it to my blog to make it easier to find as I know I’ve had quite a few people asking for it. And I’m hoping to get back to writing the prompts in my askbox soon, so stay tuned for that and feel free to send in something you’d like to see me take a stab at!

Without further adieu...

It had been just over a week since Remus’ concussion. He had spent a lot of time resting in bed, either asleep or with Reg at his side keeping him company while Sirius was away at practice. Sometimes Sirius would even come home to them sitting on the couch together, watching something on the television; occasionally with a bowl of popcorn and occasionally with one of them with their feet in the other’s lap. Had it been anyone else, Sirius suspects he may have been just a tad jealous of how close they seemed to be, but all Sirius felt was pure happiness that his brother and his boyfriend were getting along so well.

That was how he found them when he came home from practice that day, Leo in tow to swing by and get Reg to hang out with him, Logan, and Finn. Remus was on one side of the couch with his feet resting on Reg’s lap, who was holding the popcorn and passed it to Re as Sirius walked into the living room.

“You better not be stealing by boyfriend.” Sirius mock accused.

Regulus just laughed in response. “Sure.” He said, rolling his eyes.

“I’m not so sure, maybe I chose the wrong Black brother.” Remus teased.

“Humph. I beg the differ.” Sirius pouted, walking around the couch to drop a kiss to Remus’ healing head.

“Ready to go, Reggie?” Leo said, making his presence known to the two men on the couch.

“Oui. Siri, can I take the Range Rover?”

“Yeah, keys are by the door. Though why you have to take the one car I like to drive is beyond me.” Sirius swiftly replaced Reg’s spot on the couch, shifting much closer to Remus, now with his thighs on his lap.

“Because I like it. And it’s already out of the garage with presumably a full tank. And it aggravates you, so that’s an added bonus.”

“You feeling any better, Loops?” Leo asks Remus to cut off the bickering that the two brothers were no doubt about to start.

“Yeah, thanks. Still sleeping a lot but it doesn’t hurt so bad anymore. The time off doing nothing is what’s getting on my nerves, but the company isn’t so bad.” He smiles at Reg.

“Good to hear. We’ll see you back in soon?”

“Hopefully. Moody said he’d take a look again tomorrow, as long as I’m not too rattled, I should be back to practices in no time.”

“Good. Well, we’ll head out then. I won’t keep him out too late, oui?” Leo said, turning to head out behind Reg.

“Ten o’clock curfew!” Sirius called after them, letting out a chuckle.

“Good luck with that!” Reg shot back as they left out the front door.

As soon as the front door shut, Sirius leaned over placing a hand on Remus’ hip and placing a soft kiss on his lips. “You sure you’re doing alright?”

“Yeah. Tired of sitting around all day, honestly. How are you doing?”

“I’d feel better if you were at practices.”

“Hey, don’t worry. I’ll be back in no time, alright baby?”

At the nickname, Sirius melted, as he did every time Remus used it. After a moment, he turned from his boyfriend to the television. “So, what are we watching?”

“Commercials.”

“I can see that,” Sirius laughs, “But what is on?”

“We were watching the Star Wars marathon. Reg hasn’t seen them all yet.”

“They were good. He seem to like them?”

“Yeah. He did. So far, anyway. Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah. Just a bit off, I guess. Want to turn in early?”

“Yes. But I could go for cup of sleepy tea.”

“Sleepytime? I’ll bring it up to you. Sound good?”

“Mm.” Was all he replied as he moved to get up and head upstairs to bed.

A few minutes later, Sirius took the tea upstairs and set it on the bedside table next to Remus. He reached out and started to sip it as Sirius got ready for bed; pulling on his pajama pants and going to brush his teeth after choosing a shirt but throwing it on the bed instead of putting it on. By the time Sirius had come back and crawled into bed, only then putting his shirt on after pulling the comforter up, Remus had finished his tea and curled up in the middle of the bed, waiting for Sirius. As soon as Sirius had situated himself, Remus curled up into his side and drifted off, leaving Sirius placing a soft kiss into his curls and staring at the ceiling until falling into a fitful sleep.

Sometime later, Remus awoke to another of Sirius’ worser nightmares. Remus had woken up having been shoved to the other side of the bed and Sirius was shifting, pushing himself to the headboard and mumbling in French again. Remus could only make out some of it, but once he did, it changed what he thought had been happening in these nightmares.

“No! He didn’t do anything! It was me! Please, you’ll kill him! Stop!”

“Sirius! Hey, Sirius, they can’t hurt you anymore. Reg is fine. Sirius, please, wake up!” Remus pleaded, shaking his shoulder. But Sirius continued to get louder, switching between English and French. After a few more moments, Remus was nearly in tears and at a loss of what he could do to wake or help Sirius. But just then, there was a light knock at the door as it opened, Reg walking in and swiftly finding himself at his brother’s side after just getting home and stumbling into the scene before him.

“Siri! Sirius, come back to me. They can’t get us. I’m here. I’m right here.” He wrapped his brother in a tight hug in an attempt to still him and keep him from lashing out.

Slowly, Sirius quieted into sobs, melting into his brother’s hold as he woke, who reached out a hand to Remus to pull him in so they were surrounding Sirius in an embrace.

“Reg. Reg I’m-” Sirius gasped out between sobs that shook him in their hold, arms still trapped between their chests. “I’m sorry. It’s- It’s all my fault. And… And then I left you there. With them.” Sirius was gasping for breath, “I did that to you. And- and I can’t stop thinking about how I should have saved you.”

“Shh. No. No Sirius.” Regulus was starting to cry too now, “No. You didn’t- you didn’t mean to… You did what you had to do. And then you got me out. I’m safe. We’re safe.”

“But… the nightmare keeps happening. I should have got you out of there.” Sirius continued to cry. “I just left you.”

“Non. You did get me out. I’m here now. That’s what matters.”

The three of them sat there on the bed in a tight embrace, crying and holding each other, sorting through all that the brothers had said. All that they had endured growing up.

After what could have been hours or mere minutes, Reg slowly pulled back to look his brother in the eyes. As Sirius’ steely silver eyes met the cloudy grey of his little brother. They seemed to share an understanding, in that moment, that this was it. They really have gotten away and that their parents, the Snakes, all of Slytherin couldn’t hurt them anymore. Never again.

A few quiet moments passed as they all settled on the bed, Reg shooing Sirius to scoot to the middle so he could sit up next to him, shoulder to shoulder. Remus slung his arm around Sirius’ shoulders, who melted into his side, visibly relaxing. Sirius then reached out for Re, grabbing his wrist and pulling him into his other side. Reg placed a reassuring hand on Sirius’ knee, a silent gesture that said everything. I’m not leaving. It’s alright. It’ll be okay.

“So, how was the end of the movie, Re?” Reg asked after a few minutes to break the heavy silence and move on to a lighter topic.

Remus let out a chuckle at that, “Fantastic.” He answered wetly, “We’ll have to finish it another time.”

“Yeah.” Sirius rasped out, voice still a bit shot from the yelling and crying. “You’d like it. We can finish it this weekend?”

“Oui. I’d like that.”

The three continued to discuss their weekend marathon plans for a while before moving on to any number of random topics, conversing easily into the early Friday morning hours.

“Ooh, then can we watch that too, this weekend?” Sirius said.

“Sure, we can watch Lord of the Rings too. But I do have the extended cuts, are you sure you can sit still that long?” Remus teased, to which Regulus laughed at as well.

“He has a point, you could never sit through a whole movie.” Reg chimed in.

“I’d do anything for you.” Sirius smiled, turning to kiss his boyfriend.

“That you would, and I love you for it.” Remus smirked and kissed him back.

“Alright, then. And with that, I’m out.” Reg said pulling his arm from behind his brother. “I’ll go start breakfast.” He continued, getting up to head downstairs. But before he could do so, Sirius reached up to pull him back in to a group hug once again, startling a laugh from both Reg and Remus.

“I’m going to marry your brother one day, Reg. I hope you’re okay with that.” Remus laughed as they pulled apart; it was only half a joke.

“You better. He won’t shut up about you when you’re not around. And he’s all you talk about all day when he’s gone, I swear one of you just needs to propose already, otherwise I’ll have to do it for you. Or better yet, let Dumo handle the meddling, I hear he’s good at that.” Regulus laughed, extracting himself from the bed to head down to the kitchen and start food.

The two just blush and kiss a bit longer, until they smell of bacon beckons them out of bed.

Though he hardly got any sleep, Sirius felt fully ready to face the day for the first time in a long while. Reg moving in had taken its toll on all of them, but they were better off for it in the end. And it was definitely a bonus that the younger Black could cook edible food for them as well.

Soon enough, they were all ready to head to the rink together. The drive over was spent with the radio on in the background and promises of naps after practice before Remus would introduce them to his favorite movie series. Yes, maybe both in one weekend might be a bit much, but they could all use the peace and rest that came with sitting down in front of the television this weekend.

Once they arrived at the rink, they walked in down the hall to the locker room, Remus and Sirius hand in hand with Regulus leading the way. He held the door open for them as they entered the locker room.

“Good to see you steady on your own feet, Loops.” James joked. He was abruptly slapped on the shoulder by a near by Dumo. “What, too soon?”

Everyone just rolled their eyes and laughed at his attempt to lighten the mood. It had been an off week for them all, with Remus gone.

“How we feeling?” Moody asked Remus as he walked out of the PT room.

“Good. Rested. Losing my mind at home.” Remus laughed.

“Come on, let’s have a look. That cut is looking a lot better.” Moody directed him into the PT room.

Sirius moved to start getting ready for practice and Regulus followed, the two still talking about Star Wars: A New Hope, the only one Reg had seen all the way through so far. A little bit later, Remus came out and made his way over to the brothers.

“Ça va, mon loup?”

“Oui. I can officially be back on Monday.”

“So, you can leave with us Tuesday for the roadie?” Sirius smiled.

“Yep.” Remus responded, pulling Sirius up and wrapping his arms around his waist, and pulling him in for a kiss. “But I was given strict orders to take the long weekend to rest.”

“D’accord. I’ll be home right after practice for a nap, then a weekend of nerdy movies.” Sirius gave him a quick peck on the lips and reluctantly let him go. “Get some more rest, yeah? You,” He pointed at his younger brother, “Make sure he rests.”

“Aye aye, Captain.” Reg saluted, slinging his arm slowly and tentatively placing it around Remus’ shoulders. When he didn’t pull back, he took that as a good sign and began to steer him out of the locker room and back to the car.

As they left, it was not lost on Sirius that Remus hadn’t been flinching as much. Or that he himself, though tired from lack of sleep, was feeling much better than he had in a while. The weight he had found on his chest when Reg moved to Gryffindor seemed lighter after their long night. After they had gotten to somewhat talk about it all, the three of them together. They were safe, Reg was okay, and he wasn’t leaving. Sirius let himself believe that maybe the nightmares that plagued him might be getting better, now that he had both Remus and even Reg with him in Gryffindor. And he couldn’t ignore the pure happiness he felt in his chest whenever he saw the two of them interact. They really had found a friend in each other, and that could not make Sirius more happy. He finally allowed himself to stop worrying about it all, even if just for now, so that he could really enjoy the weekend that lay ahead of him. Spending time with his two favorite people: his boyfriend that he never thought he could have, and the little brother he thought he had lost.

This. Sirius thought, this is everything I thought I’d never get. Happiness. Love. Family. And it really is everything I’ll ever need.

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Love love loved your recent fic - in one of the other parts of the nightmare series Dumo said Sirius would often get violent after his nightmares - that would be awesome to read also

So this is a direct continuation of the last ask, which can be found HERE.

Again, the amazing characters and world belong to @lumosinlove.

The next morning, Dumo kept a close eye on Sirius. Or at least he tried to. He stayed in his room for most of the day and would send away the little ones if they asked him to play. After Marc’s fourth time knocking and being send upstairs, Dumo could hear a loud bang from the basement.

Dumo gave him a few minutes to calm down, then headed to check on him. Sirius always was off for a few days after a nightmare, but one as bad as he had had could only make those things worse. He knocked lightly on Sirius’ door.

“What?!” Came Sirius’ clearly irritated voice through a clenched jaw.

Dumo let himself in to see the boy pacing back and forth in the room, hands pulling at his hair and breathing heavy. “Hey, what’s going on?”

“Nothing.” Came Sirius’ clipped response.

“Talk to me, please.”

“I-” Sirius had stopped pacing y the wall and leaned against it, his forehead making a thunk as it hit. “Ugh!” Sirius slammed the wall with his fist with much force. Judging by the sound it made, he must have hit a stud, probably the only reason there wasn’t a hole in the wall there now. It must’ve hurt.

“Sirius. It’s alright.” Dumo moved towards him, reaching out to grab his shoulder. “What can I do?” He placed his hand on Sirius, trying to pry him away from the wall where he was breathing heavy and seemingly holding back sobs.

“Get away from me!” He shoved Dumo back with all the strength he had, letting the tears flow.

Dumo stumbled a little in his haste to back up a few steps, slamming into the closed door, banging the back of his head in the process. He was momentarily shocked, then focused back on the distressed boy in front of him. “Sirius. Calm down, just breathe for me, alright?”

Sirius immediately looked guilty, terrified even, and sank to a ball the floor, back against the wall, knees to his chest, and hands going to tug on his hair again on the sides of his head.

“Hey. It’s okay, mon fils. Stop hurting yourself.”

“I’m sorry... I’m so so sorry... I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Sirius was whispering.

“Shh. You need to breathe, Sirius. Here, can I touch you?”

Sirius shook his head violently as he began to rock back and forth.

“Then listen to my voice, Sirius. It’s alright. You’re okay. You didn’t do anything wrong. Sirius. Mon fils. Listen, d’accord?”

“No. No. I- I hurt you. I’m not your son. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it.” Sirius was gasping out in a weak voice.

“No, mon fils. Stop. It’ll be alright. Just try to calm down.”

After a few more minutes of Dumo softly trying to calm him down, both of them now on the floor, Sirius’ sobs had quieted but not stopped.

“Sirius, come here.” Dumo didn’t phrase it like a question. “I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.”

With that reassurance, Sirius dived into Dumo’s chest, wrapping his arm tightly around his middle as a fresh wave of tears wracked through him.

“Shh. I’m not going anywhere.”

They stayed like that for a while until Sirius’ breathing had calmed down.

“Do you want rest? I can bring some food down if you don’t feel like coming up for dinner.”

“No.” Came Sirius’ raspy voice.

“You need to eat, you skipped lunch as it is. Just tell me what you want and Celeste can make it for you.”

“I want... Can you just stay? Please? For a little longer?”

“Of course.” Dumo ran a hand over his head, sorting out his hair that was a wild mess from him tugging at it. “Of course. I’m here, whatever you need.”

After a few more minutes, Sirius tried to sit up and extract himself from where he was practically lying on Dumo’s lap.

“I think... Sleep?” Was all he could manage in his worn out voice.

Dumo helped him up and into the bed, promising to bring down some food in an hour after he got some rest.

“We’re always here for you, mon fils. You just have to let us know what you need. Space? We can do that. A hug? Those come by the bucket loads around here. Just talk to us, mon fils.”

“Why do you keep calling me that? I’m not your son.”

“You live under this roof, you are. Accept it.” Dumo smiled and turned to leave the room.

What Dumo didn’t see as he closed the door behind him, hand rubbing his head where it had knocked the door, was the small, timid smile that appeared on Sirius’ face, just before he drifted off to sleep thinking that maybe he could be a part of this family.

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The nightmares give me so much feeling 🥺🥺 I would to see a bit where it’s back when Sirius lived with Dumo and he’s helping him

So the final Part 4 of Nightmares is on the way, hopefully soon (I apologise for the delay, it is in the works), but I LOVE this so much and I’ve been wanting to write more Dumo and Sirius so here is a flashback within the Nightmares mini series.

As always, characters and the wonderful world they live in are @lumosinlove 's brainchild.

Also, this was not proof read, so I am sorry.

Dumo woke up to a tugging on his blanket. It was little Marc, four at the time, looking more than a bit upset.

“What’s wrong, mon fils? What are you doing out of bed?”

“I wanted water from the fridge. But Sirius. He’s yelling really loud. I think something’s wrong.”

“Alright, head back to bed. I’m sure it’s fine, probably just playing a video game. I’ll go tell him to keep it down. D’accord?”

“Oui.” Marc responded, rubbing his eyes with his fist and stumbling over his blankie he was dragging and heading back to his and Louis’ room.

Dumo swiftly made his way down the stairs and then to the basement. Before he even got there he knew Sirius wasn’t yelling at video games. He wasn’t one for them. As he made it outside Sirius’ room, he could hear the shouting die down and break way to heavy sobs.

Dumo knocked lightly, and then harder after no response. Then Sirius started speaking again, still fairly loud, and Dumo could just make out what he was saying as he opened the door. It was mostly in French. He was pleading. He jerked violently, like he was being beaten into the wall at the far side of the bed. Begging for it to stop. Sobbing. Cries of “No! Leave him out of it! He doesn’t know any better!” 

Dumo ran to his side. “Sirius! Hey, Sirius, it’s not real! Please, wake up!” Dumo pried him from the far side of the bed as Sirius fought against him, but Dumo pulled the sobbing boy to his chest, wrapping his arms around him from behind and pinning Sirius’ arms to his chest so he couldn’t lash out. “Pelase, mon fils,” Dumo pleaded, “You’re scaring me. Please wake up. It’s not real, I promise.”

“Yes it is. It’s happened. And I left him there.” Sirius gasped out between the cries that were racking through his body. He had woken up in the struggle of being pulled into Dumo’s chest and was starting to hyperventilate.

“Shh. Shh, Sirius. It’s alright, just try to breathe. You need to calm down.”

“But-”

“Shh. They can’t hurt you anymore. I won’t let that happen. Never again, mon fils, you hear me?”

Sirius couldn’t respond further than a weak head nod, trying to get control over his breathing and starting to relax back into the embrace. Dumo held him like that for quite some time until Sirius’ cries had silenced and his breathing had evened out more.

Dumo slowly released Sirius from the tight hold and eased him back into his bed. “Get some rest, d’accord? Sleep in, it’s a day off from training tomorrow. If you need anything...” Dumo trailed off.

“Merci.” Sirius said in a quiet, raspy voice, like it was all he could manage.

Dumo gave Sirius a nod as he pulled the covers up for himself and then he left. He couldn’t begin to imagine was that boy had been through to have a nightmare like that, but Dumo was determined to be there for him from now on.  He hadn’t seen much, but he’d seen enough to realize that that wasn’t an unwarranted nightmare nor a fluke happening. If he could help it, Sirius would not end up in his parent’s grasp again.

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SO 1:30 am thoughts but about when Cap gets back from his injury and is working out in the team gym for cool down with the boys and he’s doing sit-ups, right? And he’s all, “Hey Re, I think I could use a little incentive to finish this set.” And winks. “You know, like at home that one time?” And Re just blushes and goes  “NO. We are not doing that here!” And Sirius laughs and is all “I just meant come kiss me JEEZ LOOPS GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER.” and continues to laugh at him and Remus just laughs it off but is a blushing mess and it’s super cute and funny and Pascal is all, “I did good with those two.” That’s it. That’s the thought. Thank you and goodnight.

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I would loveeee to read something involving Dumo looking after a Sirius who comes home insanely drunk

Combined with another anon ask: What if Sirius keeps getting drunk before going to sleep because he’s struggling with his nightmares? :(

This has taken forever for me to get to and was sitting mostly done for a while but here it finally is.

Credit, as always, to the amazing @lumosinlove.

This is part of the Nightmares Mini Series Prequels - Drinking To Cope

He knew he shouldn’t. But… Jackson had offered to get him another drink. So, he accepted. Some concoction with Sprite and vodka, he thinks. It wasn’t awful, so he downed it, like he had with the last. And each time his glass was empty, Jackson or someone from the team got him another. So, he kept drinking.

Several hours later, the guys all decided to call it a night and someone had gotten him a cab to get back to Dumo’s. About a half hour later, he arrived at Dumo’s, stumbling out of the cab onto the curb and somehow managed to get to the front door. He struggled to fish his keys out of his pocket for a minute or so when the door swung open to reveal Dumo.

He was in a faded gray shirt and sweats, no doubt ready for bed. He had forgone the invite to go out to stay home and help his little ones with their homework. “Let’s get you inside, mon fils.” He reached out to grab Sirius by the shoulder and gently pull him in, slinging an arm around his shoulders to guide him downstairs.

“I’m fine.” Sirius tried to protest, push Dumo away.

Dumo only secured his arm around Sirius and led him to his room in the basement, supporting quite a bit of Sirius’ weight. “Let’s get you to bed.”

They made their way into the room, and Dumo guided Sirius over to the bed and helped him to sit down. “I suppose you aren’t coherent enough to explain yourself right now, and I know I’m not your real parent, but you’re under my roof so you’re my responsibility and you will be explaining yourself tomorrow.”

Sirius slumped over onto his side, feet still on the ground. “I just wanted them to stop.” He mumbled.

Dumo helped him sit back up, “Here, let’s get you out of this.” He tugged on Sirius’ sweatshirt and helped him get it off when Sirius got it stuck around his head and arms. “Wanted what to stop, Sirius?”

“Them. The… the dreams. The bad ones. I can’t… I can’t face them. Not again. They’re not even here and I can’t get away from them.”

Dumo could tell Sirius was just rambling, but he caught on that it was about the nightmares that had him kicking and screaming at night. They were about his parents, they had to be. As Dumo looked over at the young man, scared and drunk and struggling to unbuckle his jeans, he knew he had to help him. In whatever way he could.

Right now, that meant getting him a few aspirin, a bottle of water, and a bucket.

“Get ready for bed, I’ll be right back.”

Sirius only grumbled in response and nearly tripped trying to stand up. Dumo steadied him before heading back upstairs as Sirius got out of his jeans and shirt, climbing into bed in only his boxers.

Dumo came back downstairs not four minutes later to see Sirius asleep, covers half kicked off. He set everything on the bedside table and pulled the covers up to his shoulder so he wouldn’t get cold. Right before releasing the blanket, Sirius stirred and haphazardly reached out to grab Dumo’s wrist.

“Stay. Please.”

And how could he refuse? “Alright, mon fils.” Dumo said as Sirius clumsily moved over to the other side of the bed to make room for the older man.

Dumo laid down, forgoing the blankets, and placing his arm across the pillow next to him which Sirius adjusted himself to use as his pillow.

Dumo watched as Sirius fell into a somewhat peaceful sleep next to him as he himself started to get drowsy. His eyelids fluttered shut for an unknown amount of time before he heard the door open softly.

Celeste peeked her head through the doorway to Sirius’ room to see her husband in Sirius’ bed, the later curled into his side and using him as a pillow. Sirius had an arm wrapped tight around Pascal’s chest and face buried into his side.

A sad smile crossed her face as she closed the door and headed back up to bed.