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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.”

***

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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Nightmares Pt. 3.5 - SW Coops

It’s finally here! Part three was Long. Right now I’m thinking just one more part. I’m actually surprised I got this done so quick, y’all’s encouragement really helped! 

As always, @lumosinlove is the mastermind behind the characters/universe, and what a wonderful universe it is!

Without further procrastination...

WAIT. Warnings for panic attacks, mentions of abuse. Take care of yourself first.

Dumo was walking down the long hallway to the Lion’s locker room, James at his side, rambling on and on about baby Harry. He could remember how excited he was when he became a father. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard a commotion behind them, and he and James stopped in front of the locker room door to peer back.

“Bonjour les tourtereaux.” Dumo called out. Hello lovebirds.

What they saw wasn’t a wholly unusual scene; Cap with his arm around Remus’ waist, Remus arm looped around Cap’s. Though it was a bit odd the Regulus had come with today. He usually didn’t come by practice, at least not until the end of practice when he had plans to hang out with the cubs.

As the trio got closer, however, Dumo could see how Cap was trying to take some weight off Loops and help him walk. He seemed to be fretting over his boyfriend, and as they got closer, it became more apparent why. Remus looked awful. Like he’d barely slept. Very worn down, like he was sick. And then he and James noted to nasty looking cut to Remus’ right temple and they shared a nervous look.

“I’m fine, really baby. I can walk.” Remus said, trying to shrub away from his boyfriend’s embrace.

“But what if you get dizzy and stumble and hit your head again?”

“I’ll be fine. Go get ready for practice. I’ll find Moody and then Reg will drive me home, alright?”

“Yes.” Reg interjected before Sirius could answer, placing his hands on his brother’s shoulders and steering him towards James and Dumo. “And I’ll make sure he gets plenty of rest and drinks lots of water a whatever he needs, now get.”

Sirius looked between the two, then nodded in defeat. He looked up, seemingly just realizing Dumo and James were standing there.

“Everything all right, mes garçons?” Dumo asked.

“Yeah, he just hit his head. Moody needs to make sure he doesn’t have too bad of a concussion or need stiches or anything. Have you seen him?”

“Haven’t been in there yet, but I’m sure he’s around.” James piped up. “Come on, Cap, let’s go get suited up.”

Sirius reluctantly followed James into the locker room with a worried glance back at Remus and Dumo turned his attention to the PT.

“Hey Regulus, why don’t you go on in and find Moody, eh? I’ll look after Loops here and we’ll catch up with you.”

Regulus shrugged and gave Remus a reassuring soft touch on the back before letting himself into the locker room.

“Dumo, I’m fine, I don’t need a babysitter.”

“Are you sure everything’s alright, mon fils?”

“Yeah? What do you mean? I told you I’m fine, what’s that look for?”

“Remus. You can tell me anything. Please, what happened? Are you alright? Safe?”

“What?! What do you mean by that?”

“Remus. That wrist of yours is just starting to look better, but it’s been weeks. And the other day you wouldn’t let anyone near you. Dodging embraces, and now you come in with a busted head and talk of needing stitches? Is… did Sirius do that?” There was a beat of silence and he wanted to reach out to the young man before him, but Dumo thought better of it, running a hand through his hair. “I know how his nightmares can get, and how he can be after, he used to get worked up and angry but Remus if he hurt-”

“NO. No no no, nothing like that. He would never… never hurt me. I mean my wrist, but he was… It was an accident. He was asleep and didn’t know he was doing it. Didn’t know it was me. And he apologized for it, profusely. And… And everything else wasn’t his fault.” Remus broke into tears. “It was mine.”

“Hey, no, come here.” Dumo opened his arms for hug, which Remus shied away from, hand going to his shoulder and starting to hyperventilate. His injured shoulder, of course. He’d never really said when it happened, but by now they’d all figured it out.

“It’s my fault. Everything. Greyback.” Remus was gasping. “And then he… he went after Sirius. I-”

“Remus, it’s not your fault. None of it is your fault. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. Please, what can I do?”

“Sirius.” He gasped through the tears, grasping for the wall, starting to collapse.

“I’ll get him, just take seat and try to take deep breaths.”

Just as Remus backed himself against the wall next to the locker room door and slid down to the floor, Regulus came out, “Moody’s in the PT room whenev- fuck, Re, what happened, are you okay?” He crouched down to the sobbing man and placed a hand on his knee.

“I’m going to get Cap.” Dumo said as he went into the locker room and reemerged a moment later with Sirius behind him.

“Shit. Hey, it’s okay Re.” Sirius sank down to the floor next to Remus. “It’s okay, he can’t hurt you anymore. Never again. It’s over.” And with that, Remus collapsed into Sirius’ chest, sobbing harder as Sirius wrapped his arms around him.

“But he hurt you.” He gasped out. “I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. I’m so sorry.”

“No. You don’t apologize.” Sirius soothed him, pulling him closer and rubbing slow circles into his back. Many minutes went by and eventually Remus had calmed down enough for Sirius to get him back on his yet unsteady feet, still wrapped in Sirius’ arms.

“Come on, we’ll find Moody and then Reg will take you home, okay?”

“Yeah, we can watch movies on the couch and I’ll even try not to burn the popcorn this time.” Reg chimed in, trying to lighten the heavy air that had settled around them, mouthing a silent ‘he shouldn’t be alone’ to his brother.

Just then, the team burst through the door to head to the rink. They kept up their quiet conversations and politely ignored the situation out in the hall; James had asked them to be chill after he had got out of Cap some of what had happened to Loops before Dumo whisked him away.

Once the team filed out, Remus pulled back from his boyfriend’s embrace, “You two should probably get out there. I’m fine. I’ll be fine, Reg’s got me.” He sniffles and with that, they all headed into the locker room, Dumo and Sirius to get ready and Reg with Remus to the PT room, firm hand on the small of his back to steady him.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” Dumo said to Sirius as soon as the other two were out of earshot.

“It’s all my fault. It’s not what I’m sure you’re thinking, but it’s all my fault. It… it’s the Greyback hit. And he was being really jumpy.” Sirius started speaking faster, getting visibly upset. “And I didn’t realize at first. The anniversary. And then he had the nightmare, and I went to wake him up but I grabbed his shoulder and-”

“Hey, mon fils, slow down. This isn’t your fault.” He placed a hand on Sirius’ shoulder. “Okay? Then what happened?”

“He… He fell out of bed and his head hit the nightstand, but I couldn’t touch him cause he was panicking and I was too but he was barely breathing and just I didn’t know what to do. There was a lot of blood. I… merde, he always helps me when I have nightmares and the one time it was him, I couldn’t help him. I didn’t know how to help him, I just made it worse and-”

“Hey, calm down. He’s fine. Moody’s looking at him, and I’m sure if anything it’s just a concussion. He’ll be alright. Let’s just get out on the ice, clear you head a bit, calm down, and we can talk more on the way home, d’accord?”

Sirius just nodded and turned back to his stall to finish getting dressed. After a few minutes passed and they were about ready to head out to the ice for the last bit of warm-ups, Moody emerged from the PT room. Close behind was Reg leading Remus out, who was still looking pretty pale.

“Well, I think you’re out of the danger zone, you know the drill. Just get lots of rest, drink lots of fluids. Take a couple days off, I’ll have a chat with Coach. Come back in in a few days and I’ll check on that concussion. And if that cut starts bleeding again, might want to go in for a few stitches, but for now you should be all good.”

“Thanks, Moody.” Remus gave a half-hearted smile.

“Ready to get going?” Reg asked.

“Yeah.” Remus said, making eye contact with Sirius, who started to make his way over, towering even Regulus in his skates.

“Je suis tellement désolé mon loup.” I’m so sorry mon loup.

“It’s not you fault baby. I’ll see you at home.”

“Oui.” He gives Remus a small kiss to the top of his head before turning to head out of the locker room.

***

After practice, Sirius took his time with his already long cool down routine and was the last to the showers. Dumo waited for him in the player’s lounge. When Sirius finally walked in, they were the last two there and walked out to the car in silence. As Dumo pulled out of the parking lot, he glanced over at Sirius.

“What’s been going on, mon fils? How are you?”

“Remu-”

“Non. I said you. He told me what happen with his panic attacks. But how are you doing?”

“I… I’ve been… having…” he trailed off.

“Nightmares again?”

“Oui. I… I thought I was better, you know? I hadn’t had any since… well, since Re. But… it’s just…”

Dumo didn’t try to fill the silence. Just gave Sirius the time he needed to put it into words. He placed a soothing hand on Sirius’ knee, rubbing his thumb over this kneecap.

Silent tears started to roll down Sirius’ face. “Just when Reg came home with me, back to Gryffindor, I could see how beat down he was. And… and then he’s shared some of what happened… after I left… and-”

“Shh” Dumo soothed him, moving his hand to Sirius’ shoulder and rubbing small circles into his back.

“It’s my fault. All of it. Everything he went through. If… If I had been there… I could’ve, I could have protected him better. I knew what our parents were like, what the Snakes were like, and I left him there anyway.” Sirius began to sob harder.

“Hey, what matters is that he’s here, with you now. You couldn’t have helped him out if you hadn’t gotten yourself out first. You’re both safe now.”

“But-”

“No buts. You’re both here now and if you think this whole team won’t fight to keep you both here and safe, well then you don’t know us half as much as you thought you did. We’re your family, mon fils. Regulus too. He’s a Lion whether he’s a Snake or not. We’re not going to let anything happen to you two again, d’accord?”

“Oui.” Sirius started to compose himself, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Merci.”

For the remainder of the ride home, Dumo kept a reassuring hand on Sirius. When they reached his house, Sirius said a soft thanks and let himself in to go see if Remus was feeling any better.

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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.

***

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. 2 - SW Coops

So... this took a lot longer to get out than I had hoped, so I apologize for the wait. But it was because I prioritized my Mental Health (TM) for once in my life, so I’m trying not to beat myself up about it. Anyway, here it is, at long last. As always, all the love to @lumosinlove for the amazing universe and characters. Enjoy!

TW for nightmares, unintentionally hurting someone. Please take care of yourself!

Only when the door clicks softly closed behind them does Sirius finally let go of his boyfriend’s hand to enter the bathroom and lock the door behind him. Remus can hear the shower start up and he silently gets ready for bed and plops down at the foot of the bed to wait for Sirius, who emerges in sweats and a hoodie some 35 minutes later.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Re asks, concerned at his boyfriend’s sudden clinginess and lengthy shower.

“Non.” Sirius replies as he crosses the room to pull Remus up into his embrace. They stand there in a tight hug for a minute before Sirius breaks the silence, “Let’s just go to bed.”

They walk up to the head of the bed and pull back the covers. Sirius lies on his back staring at the ceiling as Remus tucks into his side, a protective hand over his chest tracing shapes until they both fall asleep.

***

Some time later, Remus is woken by Sirius shifting and tossing in the sheets, look of distress etched into his face once again. He starts to softly mumble in French, though Remus can’t quite make out what he’s saying. His movements get harsher and he’s violently jerking around. Remus shakes his shoulders in a failed attempt to wake him up. Sirius’ pleas start to get louder and Remus reaches to caress his face, but upon doing so his hand is snatched in a vice grip by Sirius. In all the chaos, Remus can’t translate what his boyfriend is calling out and starts to get loud himself in a panic, willing Sirius to wake up.

Then there are three crisp knocks on the door followed by Dumo’s voice. “Remus, is he okay?” After no answer, three more brief knocks and a “Re, let me help him.”

Remus is trying not to cry in panic and struggles to wrestle his wrist from Sirius’ unrelenting grip. With a wince, he breaks free and dashes to the door to let Dumo in.

Dumo squeezes Re’s shoulder as he enters the room, “Are you alright Re? What happened.”

Remus’ voice shakes as he explains, “He- he was tossing and turning all night, didn’t want to talk about it. He started flinching violently and yelling in French. He won’t wake up.” Re’s eyes start to water, hand caressing his aching wrist and bringing it to his chest.

Dumo moves to kneel on the side of the bed and shakes Sirius with a firm grip, “Sirius, mon fils. Vous devez vous réveiller. C’est d’accord. They cannot hurt you anymore. Je promets.”

He tightens his grip as Sirius shouts, “Non! Arrêtez! You’re gonna kill him!”

With a gasp from everyone in the room, Dumo lets go suddenly and Sirius jolts upright. He is immediately wrapped into a hug by Dumo as he begins to cry hysterically after a stunned beat, still trying to process though the nightmare he just had.

“Shh,” Dumo coos, “It’s alright, mon fils.”

Sirius finally shift his head on Dumo’s shoulder after a few minutes to find Remus standing at the foot of the bed, tears in his eyes and clutching a bruising wrist to his chest. Whimpering a soft, “Did I do that?” he wrangles his way out of Dumo’s strong embrace to throw himself to the foot of the bed and burying his head in Remus’ chest, fisting the back of his shirt seemingly with no intention to ever let go. “I’m so sorry Re. I never want to hurt you. Please,” he breathes desperately into Remus’ chest.

“It’s okay. I’ll be fine.” He says wetly. He cards one hand through the hair at the back of Sirius’ neck and the other rubbing up and down his back. After a few minutes, Sirius’ breathing returns more to normal as the crying stutters out to deep breathing.

“Come on. Let’s get you back to bed.” Dumo cuts in, voice soft. He pulls back the covers for them and they climb into bed, this time Remus tucks Sirius into his chest, facing each other and placing a soft kiss on his boyfriend’s head. Dumo pulls the covers up to their shoulders and leaves without another word.

***

The next morning comes to soon, and Sirius wakes with a start, shaking Remus. “Re. We overslept. We’re going to be late for morning skate. Come on.”

A groggy Remus sits up abruptly, “We never set an alarm. Shit.” He runs a hand over his face, and Sirius sees the dark purple and blue around his wrist from the night before.

“Fuck. Re… I… Fuck I’m so sorry.” He gently grabs his hand to inspect his wrist, tears in his eyes. “You should ice this when we get to the rink. Does it hurt? I’ll find the Tylenol in my bag.” He moves to get up but Remus grips the hand holding his with a wince.

“It’s fine. It’ll be alright. You-“

Tears start to fall down Sirius’ cheeks, “No, it’s not fine. It clearly hurts. I- just fuck, Re. I-“

“No. Stop apologizing. It only looks bad, it’ll be fine in a week or so. Are you alright?”

Sirius responds by averting his gaze with a whine.

“We don’t have to talk about it. At least not now, but… Are you okay for today? Please, baby, I need to hear say it.”

“I…” He brings his stare back to look at Remus’ worried eyes. “I’ll be okay today.” He says quietly with a sniffle.

“Alright. We should get moving, we’re late for the bus.”

***

As they head onto the bus, hand in hand and arriving last by a landslide, the cubs sitting near the front chirp, “Have to much fun last night and oversleep?”

Remus laughs it off, going to swipe some hair from his forehead and James takes note of the heavy bruising in his wrist. “Hey, you alright there, Loops?” He calls out, voice more concerned that jokingly.

“It’s because Cap won’t stop holding his hand any chance he gets.” Finn adds in with a wink. But a soft look of worry creeps into the faces of nearby teammates.

They sit behind Dumo, who turns around in his seat to address Sirius, “Take it easy this morning, alright.”

***

Later on, after only an hour of a usually two and a half morning practice, Dumo tries to convince Coach to let them end morning practice a bit early so they can all get a bit more rest before the game that night, since they got in so late. But a nearby Logan can sense the worry creeping into Dumo’s voice as he harshly whispers to Coach, “Come on. We can all see it. Cap had a rough night and needs all the rest he can get before tonight.” His voice gets impossibly quiet, “He’s been having nightmares again.”

Coach whispers something back, to which Dumo responds, “Of course. I got him. And he’s got Remus. He’ll be okay, we’ll all be there for him until he is.”

“ALRIGHT!” Coach shouts, turning away from Dumo. “That’s a wrap for now, boys! Hit the showers and get lots of rest! You’ll need it.”

***

James had been shooting Sirius worried glances all practice. They all knew Cap was off today. Something had shaken him up. He skates over to Remus on the bench while everyone files off the ice. “What can we do to help him?” is all he says, not daring to ask what happened.

An anxious look crosses Remus’ face, “I don’t know. He won’t talk to me.”

“Just be there for him, eh? He’ll talk to you; he just needs a minute to breath.”

“I hate that I can’t help him.”

“You’ve helped him more than you’ll ever know just by loving him. He’ll come around. Just be there for him, Re.”

“Always.”

*****

French Translation (What Dumo says to Sirius):

You need to wake up. It’s alright. ... I promise.

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Nightmares Pt. 1 - SW H/C

So I’ve been sitting on this idea for a little mini series for a hot freakin’ minute and here’s a really short first part. One huge heckin’ thank you to the ever amazing @lumosinlove for the wonderful universe and characters; Haz truely deserves all the credit and love. I’m still reeling after that last update and wanted some Coops hurt / comfort to get me through because supportive boyfriends are everything.  Be on the look out for more, right now I’m thinking maybe four parts to this? We’ll see. Sorry this one was kinda short. Hope you enjoy!

They had boarded the plane headed to Toronto two hours ago and Sirius had fallen asleep on Remus’ shoulder. It was a bit of a stormy day, even for snowy Canada, and they had been instructed to leave their seatbelts on for the flight.

They were about a half hour out from landing at the airport when they hit some turbulence that was a little rougher than the light turbulence they had had on and off for most of the flight. Like all the times before, sleeping Sirius gripped the armrests in a white-knuckled grip with a pained look on his face, grabbing Remus’ hand in the process that was resting on the armrest to his right. Remus soothed his boyfriend and ran a hand through his hair but the turbulence lasted a good 15 seconds and when it finally ended, Sirius’ grip did not lighten up. He began to mumble something in French and shift where he sat, shuffling his feet like he was trying to back himself further into the seat and be as small as possible.

“Hey, it’s over. You’re okay.” Remus tried to sooth him, but he only continued to squirm in his seat with a look of distress etched into his face. Remus turned in his seat to face Sirius more fully and shake his shoulder with his free hand; Sirius still had his left hand in a death grip. “Hey, Pads, wake up.” He said, this time a bit more loudly, getting James’ attention who was sitting across the aisle, and Dumo in front of them.

Remus moved his hand to caress his boyfriends face as he grew more worried, voice shaking as he called out in a soft, uncertain voice, “Baby?”

At that Sirius’ eyes snapped open and he gasped loudly, hand snapping up from the armrest to clutch at Remus’ wrist near his face.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re alright. We’re fine.” Remus soothed his thumb over Sirius’ cheek as he slowly nodded in understanding. “It was just some bad turbulence, yeah? We’re almost there.”

“Okay,” Sirius said, voice small and unsure. He slowly went to rest his head back in Remus’ shoulder and close his eyes for the rest of the flight, though Remus could tell he wasn’t asleep. As his boyfriend settled back against his shoulder, he exchanged a relieved look with James across the isle who offered a shy smile. Dumo looked back at Remus through the gap in the seats and gave a knowing look of concern, like he knew this was about something more than just Sirius’ fear of flying.

 ***

Sirius was relieved when the plane finally landed. He hadn’t let go of Remus’ hand the rest of the flight and couldn’t seem to drag him off the plane fast enough. Once they were in the openness of the airport baggage claim, he started to calm down and breath a bit easier, but he was still tense and Remus kept shooting him worried glances, as did Dumo.

They were ushered to the coach bus and got to the hotel after being stuck in traffic for 45 minutes, the whole way Sirius clutched his boyfriend’s hand like a lifeline. Before Coach let them get off the bus, he announced mandatory morning skate and told them all to rest up. Sirius walked hand in hand with Remus up to their room in silence, not saying a word as Remus wished Dumo a good night as he swiped into the room right next to theirs. He shot them a worried smile but said nothing more than a soft, “Get some rest, you two.”

To be continued…

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Nightmares Pt. 3 - SW Coops

Here it is. The longest piece I’ve probably written to date. And it’s going to have a pt. 3.5 because I couldn’t get it all here. I’m proud of how this little mini series is turning out, I hope y’all are enjoying it. As always, @lumosinlove gets all the credit for everything because Haz deserves the world.

Content Warning: Panic attack, nightmare

Take care of yourselves, lovelies.

Remus had been worried about Sirius. The whole team was, really. It has been about a week since that last nightmare on the road and Sirius is still on edge all the time and everyone can see it. The bruise and the dull ache of his wrist was finally starting to fade. Dumo checks in with him every practice, but there isn’t much Remus can tell him.

“He won’t talk to me. Or Regulus. We all live in the same house and he just won’t talk about it. I don’t know how to help him. I… fuck, it’s ripping me apart.” Remus starts to get teary eyed, hands flying up to tangle in his hair.

“Hey, hey,” Dumo puts a hand on his shoulder in the PT room. Remus flinches away and shrugs the hand off. “He’s going to be alright. You’ll be there for him. We all will.”

“But what if this is it? What if he isn’t alright?”

“He will be. This’s happened before. He’ll get himself sorted out; it’ll just take time.”

“Happened before?”

“Uh,” Dumo runs his hands over his face, “You should really hear this from him, but if he isn’t talking, you should know. He went through something like this before when he lived with me. Shortly after he moved in, he had nightmares. A lot. Took me a while to get him to calm down and all I could ever make out was mumbled French, but I always assumed it had to do with his parents. What he went through.”

“He… He doesn’t talk about it much. I’ve only pieced some of it together but… it’s not good.”

“I know. We just have to let him know we’re here for him, non?” Dumo tried to sling his arm around Remus’ shoulders for a half hug, but Remus abruptly side-stepped, turning his shoulder away. “Are you alright, mon fils? You seem… skiddish.”

“’M fine.” Remus mumbles as he absentmindedly rubs his shoulder, exposing the still lightly bruised wrist, and turns to leave the otherwise empty PT room, “I should get back to work.”

***

Later that night, back home, they stand in the kitchen putting away the dishes from dinner. Sirius walks over the put the bowls away as Remus turns back to the half empty drying rack by the sink.

“Looks like we’re almost done, mon loup.” Sirius says as he pats Remus’ shoulders, who abruptly startles and hastily steps to the left as he swings his right arm to swat down Sirius’ hands defensively. Remus looks at his boyfriend with his eyes wide, full of fear.

Sirius puts his hands up in surrender, eyeing his boyfriend with concern, “Hey, hey, I didn’t mean to startle you. Are you alright?” He puts his hands down and starts to approach Remus.

Remus takes a step back, then seems to shake out of his fear and bows his head, deflated. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… I just-” Remus goes to rub his shoulder, eyeing the ground in defeat.

“Shh shh, it’s okay, what’s wrong love?” Sirius questions, moving forward slowly as not to spook his boyfriend again and hesitantly placing his hands on Remus’ hips as he comes to the realization that maybe this was because he had grabbed his boyfriend’s once-injured shoulder a bit too roughly.

“I-” Remus sniffles, and takes the half step forward to rest his head on Sirius’ shoulder and nuzzle his face into his neck, wrapping his arms around his torso.

“It’s okay. Let’s just go up to bed, yeah?” He rubs his hands over Remus’ back soothingly.

“But we have to finish the di-”

“Reg can finish up when he gets back from dinner with the cubs, I’ll leave him a note. That’s what he gets for ditching family dinner. Let’s go get ready for bed.”

***

As they head up to bed, Remus can’t shake this odd feeling that’s been leaving him so jumpy lately. He thinks that maybe it’s… No, that doesn’t make sense, he thinks to himself. It happened so long ago, it hasn’t bothered him in a while. The anniversary of the Greyback incident is soon… tomorrow maybe? Remus doesn’t even remember the exact day anymore, tried so hard to forget but it seems like his body hadn’t. But now everyone knows and it’s just… different. Having to explain it to Sirius was one thing, but when the team pieced it all together… So many people know the things he had tried to cover up from that night. The attack, his sexuality. For some reason it was leaving a heavy weight in his chest that pulled him down and he was gasping for air, trying not to drown.

He shrugs when Sirius asks if he’s alright and crawls into the bead next to Sirius, curling into his side hesitantly and leaving a bit of distance between their bodies. Sirius places a hand on his waist to pull him closer and drops a kiss into his curls.

Sirius soon drifts off, but Remus can’t seem to get his mind to stop racing. He pulls away from Sirius, moving to the far side of the bet and curling in on himself facing away from his boyfriend as a few quiet tears fall from his eyes and sleep finally drags him under.

***

A few hours later, Sirius wakes to find a lack of warmth at his side that he had fallen asleep with. He opens his eyes to see Remus curled up on the very edge of the bed, facing away from him. He carefully gets up just enough to reach out and, without thinking, grabs Remus’ shoulder to pull him off the edge of the bed so he won’t fall off when he goes to move. Even with the best intentions, he realizes too late the mistake he made when Remus violently jerks…

***

Remus startles awake with a sharp gasp and falls from the bed, moving to clutch his shoulder instead of catching himself. He hears the thud when his heads hits the leg of the nightstand but doesn’t feel it. He doesn’t feel anything put a searing pain in his shoulder and a crushing weight in his chest, making it impossible to take a full breath. He scrambles to sit up and leans against the bed, drawing his legs in and dropping his head onto his knees. He still can only manage to get in short, shallow breathes as the tears start falling and he begins to rock back and forth.

Suddenly he can feel a warmth next to him, not quite touching. Sirius. He is trying to calm him, get him to take a deep breath. Remus tries, but his breath catches and breathing stutters worse. Tears keep falling and he realizes he’s sobbing. He tries to focus on Sirius… His warmth, his voice… He’s asking Remus if he can touch him. Remus can’t control himself enough to answer but darts out his left hand haphazardly and feels around until he finds Sirius’s hand, grabbing on for dear life. It’s his life raft, keeping him from drowning.

After a while, minutes, or hours he can’t tell, Sirius’ voice starts to get clearer and Remus tries to slow his breathing. “I-”

“Shh. I’ve got you.” Sirius soothes him, carding a hand in his hair.

Remus decides he likes the contact and leans into the hand a bit. After a few more minutes, he realizes how lightheaded he is and starts to slowly fall into Sirius, who straightens out his legs and lets his head fall into his lap. He closes his eyes and tries to focus on Sirius again, feeling safe in his warmth. He goes to wipe the tears and some sweat from his face, but Sirius lightly redirects his hand back down to the ground. Then, he feels Sirius shift slightly and then come back when he feels a pressure on his right temple. Only then does he remember the thud of hitting his head and winces in pain as Sirius dabs away the dribbles of blood there with a corner of the sheet and holds it there until the slow bleed stops.

***

As Sirius removes the sheet once again after holding it for a good 20 minutes and sees the bleeding has stopped, he tosses it back on the bed and drags down the comforter. He flicks it over Remus who has started to shiver as the sweat and tears he’s drenched in cool. Sirius runs a hand lightly through Remus’ hair tentatively, and when he doesn’t perceive a negative reaction, he continues to do so. Shortly after, he hears Remus’ breathing start to even out and soon he is fast asleep laying on his side on the floor, head in Sirius’ lap.

***

Remus wakes up the next morning disoriented and with a pounding headache. He starts to lift his head and plants a hand on the ground to lift himself only to get about halfway up before getting light-headed and plopping back down with a grunt.

“Huh?” Sirius says groggily, presumably awoken by Remus crashing back into his lap. “Oh, Re, shh, it’s okay, just don’t try and get up yet, yeah? Take it easy.”

Remus’ breathing picks up and with more difficulty than he expected, gets out a soft, “Where am-” voice cracking and weak.

“You’re okay.” Sirius reassures him. “We’re home.”

Remus can feel him rummaging around for something to his left, but Remus pays it no mind. Instead he looks around to take in his surroundings and realizes he is on their bedroom floor, blanket pulled down over him, and he starts to remember what happened barely a handful of hours ago. “I’m sorry.” His voice comes out rough. “I… You just, and I-”

“Non. C’est d’accord, mon loup. Je suis désolé. I knew it was bothering you, but I wasn’t thinking last night. I just wanted you near me so I could be there for you for once, and I messed up.”

“No. You couldn’t have known. I didn’t saw anything. I thought I had forgotten when it happened, I though I was over it. But… having everyone know and knowing that they know… I… I don’t know.”

“It’s alright. You don’t have to explain yourself. I understand. It’s tough dragging up the past…” Sirius trails off, almost like there’s something he feels he should say, but can’t muster it up.

They sit in silence for a few moments as they both mull over their heavy thoughts. Remus decides to make an attempt at lightening the mood, shifting with some difficulty onto his back to look up at Sirius, teasing, “Did you enjoy playing medic?” he chuckles softly.

“NO. I was terrified. I thought you might need stiches. That you would bleed out.” He huffs. Then, more seriously, “But I didn’t want to touch you and risk- I didn’t know how to help you.”

“You did just fine.” He reaches a hand up to Sirius’ face. “Once I realized you were there, talking, I just focused on that. On you. There.” He stopped for a beat, removing his hand, and going back to a bit of a lighter tone. “Though, you shouldn’t have let me sleep so soon after such a hit to the head. And woken me up-”

“Every couple hours, I know. But Re… you… you didn’t fall asleep until almost two hours after, and I-” Sirius was cut off by Remus’ phone alarm going off next to them. “There it is.” Sirius mumbled to himself as he turned the alarm off.

“What time even is it?” Remus asks.

“Only 6:30. It was after two when… and then…” he trailed off.

“Did you set an alarm on my phone to wake me?”

“And me in case I fell asleep. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Just got lost in worry and I was trying to sort out what was wrong. And I’m sorry, but I didn’t want to move you to get my phone. Though I will eventually when my 8:30 alarm goes off.”

“You should get some rest, this can’t be comfortable, and you have practice.”

“We have practice. Come on, do you think I can help you on to the bed?”

“Um. Yeah, let’s try that. My head is still pounding, though.”

***

Sirius helped Remus get up enough so he could grab him and lift him into bed. He said his head was spinning and sore, so he went to get some ice from downstairs when he ran into Regulus.

“What are you doing up?” Regulus questioned. “Is everything alright, after I got home I heard a thump and-”

“And didn’t see the note to finish putting away the dishes.”

“Oh, I saw it. But is everything okay? I though I heard something, but I couldn’t be sure over the TV and didn’t want to waste the energy going up the stairs in case it was nothing. But that look on your face says it wasn’t nothing.”

Looking past the younger black, Sirius could see the living room, “Did you sleep on the couch?”

“Yes. Now stop avoiding my question.”

“It’s Re.” He sighed. “He should be okay; he might have a concussion. I’m gonna convince him to take it easy today. If he can, I want to take him to practice and have Moody check his head.”

“Shit. He’s okay otherwise though?”

Sirius remained silent, busying himself getting the ice from the freezer.

“He’ll be okay, Sirius. He’s tough. How are you doing?”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. Now I know now isn’t the time, but we’ve all been seeing it lately. The team. Logan is really worried and frankly, so am I. Now don’t make that face at me. You don’t have to talk about it now. Or with me at all, but I think you should. Talk about it. But whatever it is, we’re all here for you. I’m here for you.”

Sirius lunged forward and wrapped his brother in a crushing hug, which was returned with equal strength. A hug that Sirius hoped said what he couldn’t. That he wished he had been there for Reg, too. After a few moments, they both let go.

“Now go take care of him. I’ll be down here if you need anything.”

“Can you… Can you come to practice with us and drive Re back home after Moody gives him a once over? And make sure he gets some rest. Wake him up every two hours? Sorry, I know that’s a lot to ask…” Sirius trails off, breaking eye contact.

“No no, of course. I’ll take care of everything. I’ll watch over him. Whatever he needs, I got him. Now go get some rest before practice.”

“Thank you.” Sirius gives a short nod and heads back upstairs.

As he crawls into bed next to Remus, he’s sure to leave a bit of space between them in case Remus doesn’t want him too close. But his worries begin to melt away when Remus scoots closer and rests his head on his right shoulder. He moves the cloth of ice up the Remus’ head and holds it there for him.

“How’d I get so lucky with you?” Remus smiles sleepily, eyes already closed.

“You’re the luck, I was the lucky one to find you.”

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too. And because I love you, you’re not staying for practice. After I get Moody to make sure your head will be alright, Reg is gonna drive you back home and make sure you get some rest.”

“But-” Remus opens his eyes and starts to protest.

“Non. Don’t argue. I need Moody to assure me you don’t need stiches or a hospital, then straight back to bed for you.”

“Fine.” Remus concedes, and Sirius sees him close his eyes again and feels him relax. Within minutes, he’s sound asleep with an arm thrown over Sirius’ middle.

***

After what feels like only 10 minutes of sleep, Remus wakes up still next to Sirius. He can feel Sirius shift to turn off his alarm, then drop a kiss into Remus’ curls.

“Time to get up love.” He whispers.

“Mmm. Okay.” Remus replies as he starts to straighten out and sit up in bed. Sirius gets up and walks around the bed to help steady Remus as he stands up. Sirius wraps an arm around his waist and guides him to the bathroom as he stumbles a bit and admits, “I’m still a bit dizzy.”

“Come on. Let’s get you ready and get some water in you. And breakfast. You’re probably a bit dehydrated.”

Once they both brush their teeth and get ready, Sirius gently cleaning up the last of the dried blood from Remus’ temple, they move back into the bedroom to get dressed. Sirius dresses fast in sweats and a Lions hoodie, then moves to grab clothes for Remus who is sat on the bed, head in his hands and eyes closed.

“Here, how’s this?” He holds up a pair of sweats and an old Wisconsin hoodie that Remus forgot he had.

“Sure.” He replies without looking up.

After helping him get dressed, Sirius helps him downstairs to the kitchen where Regulus is attempting to make some scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast for their breakfast. Without turning around, he greets them, “Morning, guys.”

“Thanks for making breakfast, Reg.” Remus says, slowly lowering himself into a seat at the counter.

Reg turns around to dump the pan of eggs on a plate, smile faltering briefly and doesn’t school the look on his face in time, so Remus sees the look of shock on his face from seeing the nasty gash and purple bruise on the side of his right temple.

As they settle to eat breakfast, the brothers make small talk about the upcoming game later in the week. As they finish up, Remus moves to collect Sirius’ plate but Reg swoops in and takes them all over to the sink to soak.

“I’ll do them when we get back, we should probably head to the rink.”

“We?” Remus questions.

“I’ll drive you back to get some rest, you shouldn’t stick around for the whole practice. I already called Dumo who talked to Coach and let him know. And Siri, Dumo said he’d give you a ride home, so we didn’t both have to drive over.”

“Alright. Thanks for taking care of that, Reggie. Let’s get a move on, shall we?” Sirius stands and goes over to help Remus out to the car.

 To be continued…

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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.