#bisexual sirius black

[stareggie]

sirius: james?

james: yeah, mate?

sirius: i’m… i’m bah-bise-bahsex-

james: take your time.

sirius: *points at mary and remus*

sirius: both.

[spidermansballs]

"you can be anything you want."

[danaewrites]

you with the dark curls (you with the watercolor eyes)

part ii: i wanna hear you speak to me

james potter x reader // read it on AO3

word count: 3.6k

summary: “Falling in love with your best friend was never a good idea, but you’d managed to do the idiot thing anyway, carrying a torch for a boy who would never look past Lily’s emerald eyes to see the watercolor ones that had always been by his side.”

tags: best friends to lovers, angst with a happy ending, based on the song "dear arkansas daughter" by lady lamb, fem!reader

author's notes: new year, new chapter! i started writing this one back in SEPTEMBER and finally had enough time away from the terrors of calculus homework to finish it. thanks for reading my story so far and i hope you enjoy this incredibly self-indulgent chapter, because i had way too much fun writing it!! i promise that the angst in this chapter *will* be resolved, but it was too deliciously tempting to resist sprinkling a wee bit of hurt/comfort and dramatics in there as well. sorry not sorry!

read it all here: part i, part ii, part iii (coming soon!)

“I’ve got no bloody clue how Dumbledore can be so energetic all the time,” you groaned, head in your hands as you peeked out at the headmaster’s more-than-slightly manic grin from your seat at the Gryffindor breakfast table. You were far too sleep-deprived to process his latest choice of garish attire: a bright chartreuse robe covered in plaid polka dots, topped off with what appeared to be rhinestones and tinsel attached to his beard.

Perhaps if Kettleburn hadn’t assigned you three feet of parchment on the seventeen glorious properties of dragon dung yesterday and expected it done by this afternoon, you might have appreciated the headmaster’s creative fashion choices– oh, who were you kidding. There really was no understanding that wizard, even properly rested. James and Peter had made a bet during fifth year on how long it’d take Dumbledore to crack under a constant deluge of pranks in his office, but they’d quickly realized that the man was too far gone to do anything but take inspiration for school events– an idea that was quite frankly, comically frightening, and the sort of thing you weren’t keen on pondering on a normal Tuesday morning.

Sirius wrinkled his nose sympathetically and slid the pile of raspberry jam tarts closer to you. “Late night in the library again?”

You nodded sheepishly, gratefully taking a pastry from the pile. “I honestly don’t know why Pince allows me to stay past curfew. Marauder’s luck, I guess?” Your attention was diverted by the sound of hoots and flapping wings as the morning owl brigade arrived, apparently choosing a kamikaze dive-bomb approach to deliver this morning’s newspapers. Ah, the joys of living at the world’s most advanced magical school.

Sirius, ever the epitome of grace, slipped under the table as a rogue owl zipped past, popping himself back up just enough to throw you finger guns. “Exactly right, doll, exactly right,” he grinned. “Trust me, Marauder’s luck gets you everywhere. And I mean everywhere,” he winked, sending you a lecherous smirk.

“Ew, Sirius, I don’t even want to know,” you sniffed. “I’ve learned my lesson after the mental trauma your tales of Dorcas’ birthday adventures inflicted upon my psyche. Please, spare me the details.”

“What? All I meant was Slughorn’s Christmas Party, of course!” He batted his eyelashes angelically, still partially covered by the tablecloth.

Your mouth gaped open in shock. “Last year’s Christmas party? Sirius Orion Black, I refuse to hear another word! What on earth would your ancestors think, with you bragging about such exploits-”

He leaned over, eyes wide with laughter. “No, I meant the one Slughorn is throwing on the 21st, it’s exclusively for us lucky seventh years this time. Although, you bring up some very fond memories… okay, okay, I’ll stop, don’t kick me–”

“What are we kicking Sirius for?” James slid onto the bench across from you, eyeing a groveling Sirius with interest. Peter joined him, but wisely chose to stay away from the ruckus, piling his plate high with the bacon the owls had spared. Remus was noticeably absent, spending the morning resting in the infirmary after a rough night of shifting– which you assumed was much more peaceful than the current chaos at the Gryffindor breakfast table.

“Oh! Good morning, Jamie,” you beamed up at him, passing him the plate of desserts you’d been protecting from Sirius’ nefarious advances. “Morning, dove,” he greeted you, and then paused. “Ha, get it? Morning dove?” He puffed up his chest smugly and nudged Sirius with his elbow in a futile effort to make him laugh. You huffed fondly at his antics. Boys.

Sirius rolled his eyes and took advantage of your momentary distraction, retreating back onto his seat to nurse his wounds– to your ever-growing delight (and Sirius’ woe), you had recently discovered that the Hogwarts girls’ uniform shoes were quite sharp. “At this point we should call you Lames. ‘Cause your puns are lame,” he muttered.

You shooed him away with a brush of your hand, remembering what Sirius had mentioned earlier. “According to Sirius, Slughorn’s hosting a Christmas Party again this year. Let’s pray it won’t be like the last one.” You muttered. James and Peter both looked vaguely ill at the prospect, shuddering in unison. “My tie will never look the same again,” Peter griped, but suddenly sat up straight in his seat. “Hey, wait, we’re finally old enough to bring dates to this one! Without sneaking them in, I mean.” 

Sirius snickered and lightly punched his shoulder. “Why, Petey, got some lucky girl in mind?” Peter reddened and glanced over at the Hufflepuff table, where a certain freckled blonde was chatting with her friends– a move that didn’t go unnoticed by James, who gave a delighted wolf-whistle. “You got a thing for Lucy Abbott, huh? Might want to make a move before Smith does,” he grinned, gesturing to the tall brunette boy who’d just arrived and sharing a knowing smirk with you. You giggled at Peter’s increasingly pouty expression; he’d figure out sooner or later that Smith was definitely not interested in Abbott– or witches in general– but it was entertaining to see him out of his comfort zone. Peter had always been the quietest of your little group, and you privately thought that a bit of momentary romantic angst might spur him to be more assertive. An ironic opinion, considering how your own love life revolved around the fact that your best friend had feelings for someone else… and you couldn’t do anything about it except mope.

Peter scowled. “Easy for you to say, Prongs, you’ve finally got precious Lily-flower wrapped around your finger. I bet you’ve already asked her!”

There it was: another reminder that James wasn’t yours, and never would be. You watched as the Gryffindor boys good-naturedly jostled his shoulder and tousled his curls. James grinned sheepishly, shrugging off their teasing. “Not yet,” he admitted, glancing hopefully at the end of the table, where Lily was chatting with her friends. 

Peter rolled his eyes. “Aw, come on, we all know she’ll say yes this year.” Sirius winced, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. Peter glanced at Sirius, drawn by the movement. “What’ve you got to worry about? Half the population would kill Dumbledore to get one dance with you. The only person who’s got to worry about a date is me– well, and maybe Y/n, I guess.” His face suddenly turned contemplative, looking you up and down. “Are you going with someone?” 

Sirius’ grimace became doubly pronounced at Peter’s tactlessness, and you felt your face heating up. Peter had a way of accidentally hitting on the issues others tried to hide. It wasn’t his fault he’d never heard about your trips to Hogsmeade with a paramour– in fact, none of the boys had. Because there hadn’t been any. You’d spent your entire time at Hogwarts pining after James, and as a result had missed the romantic milestones your classmates had already blissfully bragged about. 

Peter looked at you expectantly, waiting for a response, and you opened your mouth to confess your lack of experience when you spotted a familiar redhead walking gracefully towards your side of the table– to James, you realized with a start. Something within you ignited as you watched her glow with confidence, carefree and lovely as ever. Lily would never pine after someone uselessly; she knew she could get anyone she wanted with the right amount of banter and flirty gestures. You... Well, you weren’t there quite yet, but maybe it was time to take inspiration from the Muggle saying and ‘fake it til you make it’. And before you could think about what you were about to do, you turned to Peter and smiled coyly. “I might.”

James’ and Sirius’ heads snapped up immediately from their perusal of the breakfast lineup as they let out an identical murmur of surprise. “What?” James furrowed his brow, looking you up and down– seemingly trying to discern whether you had taken a holiday from your senses, most likely via Bludger-induced concussion at the last Quidditch match. Sirius merely raised a questioning eyebrow at you. You groaned internally, knowing that you’d have to explain yourself later… although, if your half-baked idea worked, you’d be spending a lot more time with him anyway. For now, you beamed innocently at both of them and took a sip of your pumpkin juice. Apparently, the Sorting Hat had placed you in Gryffindor for a reason- you were either incredibly brave or incredibly foolish to commit to this plan, but with Evans quickly approaching, you saw no other choice.

Peter looked momentarily shocked, then glumly began to assemble an egg and bacon sandwich seasoned with the occasional mutterance of “unfair” and “perpetually single, my arse”.

James’ eyes were still trained on you. “Who is it?” he asked, searching your face again as if he was looking for some indication that you were joking. You shrugged, trying to look casual. “I guess you’ll just have to find out, won’t you?”

“Dove-” he began, but Lily finally reached his seat and placed one stupidly perfect hand on his shoulder, diverting his attention momentarily. “Sorry to interrupt your breakfast, but Professor McGonagall asked me to bring you to her office for Quidditch scheduling.” James blinked, glancing up at her and then at the rest of the table. He stood up and focused on you again, expression clouded. “I’ll see you in Potions, yeah?”

Sirius stood up quickly, ushering him out of his seat with a speed you’d only seen him use to gulp down cheap Firewhiskey. He gave you a significant look. “Actually, Y/n and I were just about to take a walk, isn’t that right? So we'll both see you in Potions, what a sublime coincidence, now don’t be late for your meeting–” he chattered on as he shoved James toward the doors of the Great Hall, the latter eyeing him suspiciously but moving nonetheless. Sirius turned to you and pointed to the courtyard entryway. “You. Me. Talk, as in right now.”

Once you were sure that you’d made it out of earshot of Peter and the rest of the Gryffindor table, you wheeled around to face him. “Okay. First of all… I didn’t plan that.” Sirius raised an eyebrow again. “Second of all, I need a favour,” you pleaded, staring up at him with the most adorable doe eyes you could physically summon. They were usually most effective on James, for some reason, but you were sure that Sirius wasn’t immune to your manipulation either. He groaned, resting his face in his hands. “How do you even have a date? Last time I checked, also known as yesterday, you were still head over heels for Prongsie, doll. So do I need to check you for Amortentia or somethi–” He peered out from between his fingers with annoyed realization. “You don’t have a date, do you.” 

You blinked innocently up at him. He let out a long-suffering sigh and ran his hands through his hair. “This is what you need the favour for? You want me to go with you to Slughorn’s party so you can pretend in front of the rest of Hogwarts that you’re not madly in love with Jamie?” 

You grinned confidently up at him and slung an arm around his shoulders. “Aw, Siri, you know me so well. It’s almost as if you were maaaade to be my date for the party...” You fluttered your eyelashes up at him one more time for good measure, trying to hide a smirk. “Alright, alright, stop with the Bambi act, I’ll take you.” He scowled good-naturedly. “You know, this is going to ruin my dating pool for the next month.” 

You scoffed. “As if! If anything, you’ll just have more people fawning over you– temptation of the forbidden apple and all, you know.” 

Sirius brightened up considerably at this revelation. “Well, why didn’t you say so in the beginning, doll! I vote that we match in purple velvet, it does wonders for my complexion–”

You gave a very unladylike snort at the thought of you and Sirius swanning into the party in some sort of horrendous plum-coloured disco getup, and shooed him away towards the Potions classroom. That was an eyesore to imagine sometime when you weren’t about to get a headache from the dim dungeon lighting.

Slughorn greeted you and Sirius by directing you to the front of the classroom with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oho, a pair of latecomers, I see!” He winked at you and Sirius in exaggerated motion. You winced as Snape jeered and nudged Malfoy, who was busy enjoying Flint’s crude gestures at you. Ugh, Slytherin boys. The worst of the lot. Their snickers were quickly stopped by James chucking a handful of powdered wormwood at their heads when Slughorn turned away, making Malfoy’s prized hair appear covered in soot. You shot him a grateful smile. 

“Since you two missed my initial remarks, let’s see if you can make it up by identifying today’s potion, hmm?” Slughorn gestured dramatically to a shimmering green brew in a cauldron next to his desk, cherry-coloured smoke curling off of the top invitingly. 

Sirius shot you a panicked look, clearly not expecting to be put in the academic spotlight, but you shook your head and stepped closer. You smelled something rich and incense-like, which meant that Bumburrel leaves were a key ingredient. And combined with the way the smoke was drifting lazily around your wrists, curling higher and higher… “Brew of Mandelian, sir. Used for sharpened acuity under times of pressure.”

Slughorn gave a delighted chuckle and clapped his hands. “Well then! Ten points to Gryffindor for paying attention in lectures!” He dismissed you and Sirius with a wave, moving on to explain the finer points of ingredient preparation to a very bemused George Goyle as you slipped into your usual seat beside James.

You worked in quiet harmony for a moment, methodically slicing and crushing the slippery beetles needed to give the brew its signature green colour while James handed you the insects. He broke the silence after six beetles (not that you had been counting or anything) with an awkward, “So… you have a, erm, date?”

You huffed, motioning for him to hand you the foul-smelling Moorish tubers next. “Honestly, James, is it that surprising?” He scratched the back of his neck, frowning. “Well, I– yeah, I guess.” he trailed off, seeing your expression. 

“The tubers, Jamie, thank you. I mean, you looked at me like I was a ghost back in the Great Hall!” You were decidedly not making eye contact with him, trying your best to focus on the slimy plants in front of you and not the fact that your best friend-slash-unrequited crush doubted your romantic potential. What a way to be humbled– and while covered in tuber juice, no less!

He huffed, running a hand through his already messy curls. “Come on, Y/n, it’s not like that. What did Sirius want to talk about in the Great Hall, anyway? You two looked… chummy.” 

You glared down at the copper slicing board. “Well, it’s none of your business how chummy we are, is it? I don’t interrogate you every time you converse with Peter. In fact, it’s rather expected that Sirius and I speak to one another on occasion, considering the amount of time we all spend together thanks to you.”

You moved to grab another tuber from the jar, but James reached out and grabbed your hand, forcing you to look at him. His hazel eyes were alight with frustration, a look you knew by heart thanks to the hours you’d spent tutoring him in History of Magic after he napped his way through the entire first semester. “Are you serious? You’re actually going with someone?”

“Please, Jamie, do enlighten me on whyever you think I couldn’t possibly get a date with my numerous and diverse charms,” you sniffed, hoping to Merlin that he would just leave the entire subject alone. 

“No, it’s–” he groaned, leaning back in his seat. “The other boys, they don’t know how– you’re so, I mean, just look at you!” he exclaimed, gesturing at you. He stopped, frowning to himself, looking more confused than before. He glanced over at Lily, expression becoming even more muddled, brow furrowed and hard to read to anyone but you. 

Your mouth parted in shock, and to your dismay you felt tears bubbling up again. You blinked fiercely, refusing to let him see you cry. James thought the issue was… your looks? You suddenly wanted to crawl under Slughorn’s desk and never come out again, except perhaps to find a shovel to dig your grave with. This was far, far worse than watching him transfigure chocolates for Lily every Valentine’s Day. Now you knew for a fact he didn’t find you attractive– thought other boys didn’t either, even! And the way he’d clearly mentally compared you to Lily after what he’d admitted… well. There was no recovering from that. Teenage boys could be dense, but Merlin, how you had wanted him to at least let you down gently. 

You wished you’d never opened your mouth to lie about having a stupid date in the first place, but you forced yourself to laugh and mutter something trite about how that could all be fixed with a couple glamour charms anyway so it really wasn’t an issue for the party, thank you very much. He looked even more confused, opening his mouth to respond, but Snape chose that moment to interrupt.

“Hey, Potter!” James turned to scowl at the greasy Slytherin as you thanked your lucky stars for Snape’s interruption (a rather disturbing thought– potentially a harbinger of an imminent apocalypse. You’d never thanked Snape before in your life and hoped to never do it again). “Here’s payback for earlier,” he smirked, checking that Slughorn had dozed off and the other students weren’t paying attention before whipping a mottled yellow bottle at James.

James’ carefully honed Quidditch reflexes kicked in and he quickly dodged the object, but as the vial soared up, up, past your carefully diced tubers, over James’ messy notes, it hit your arms and shattered. You flinched in pain, crying out as the glass shards embedded themselves in your arm and the congealing, repulsive liquid dripped down your hands and onto your thighs. James lunged towards you, but it was too late– the potion had already seeped into your skin, causing an awful sparking sensation. 

You gasped, grabbing onto the desk as the feeling bubbled upwards. “Jamie, I don’t– I don’t feel–” you stuttered, suddenly lightheaded, and you heard someone gasp as you began to taste something metallic. You absently touched your nose. Why was it so cold and wet? You had been so careful not to touch your face around those horrid tubers and oh, oh Merlin and Morgana what was that pain in your hands and legs, please no make it go away someone help me help me HELP

You vaguely registered someone whimpering in the background. It might have been you, but you weren’t entirely sure what was happening outside of the electric symphony of agony crescending in your nervous system. The pain built swirled flooded through until you weren’t sure where you ended and the potion began which was a funny thought because of course you were you, but you couldn’t remember who you were before this so you laughed but that really hurt, oh how that hurt no no no no no bad idea–  

“Fuck– no–” James? Was he here too?

You blinked– when did your eyes open?– and saw him reach for you, frantically pushing his dark curls off his forehead. Why would he do that? You loved his hair, even when you were feeling funny awful things from the potion. You felt his arms scoop under you, lifting you off your seat as he caught your head from falling back. You heard a door slam open, footsteps, darkness clouding your vision–

His voice. “Sweetheart, no– don’t do that, I need you to keep your eyes open.”

You blinked again, trying to focus on James’ face. He looked pale, jaw set and tensed like it was before his Quidditch games. Were you moving? You couldn’t tell whether James was walking or the hallways were walking around you. He glanced down again, exhaling with relief once he saw whatever he was looking for. “Yeah, just like that. Keep those pretty eyes focused on me, okay?” 

He thought your eyes were pretty? 

James gave a tight laugh. “Yeah, I think your eyes are pretty, dove. Hold on a bit longer, we’re almost there,” he choked out. 

Oh. Had you said that out loud?

But you thought– he had said something, before, you couldn’t remember now but it was important and it hurt–

Some part of you, deep where the potion hadn’t reached, had melted at his words. That part was tinged with pain, too, but in a different way, raw and honest and hopeful and all for him. Or maybe that was the potion, you were pretty sure witches weren’t supposed to melt unless they were green and lived somewhere much further west, but your thoughts on the whole process evaporated as you reached a white door and a woman and your words started to swirl until they melted too and everything went black.

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[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Remus woke up with a gentle touch. Warm fingertips were tracing his skin, sending shivers down his spine. It felt incredibly good.

Remus was comfortable and pleased as well. He was well rested. Soft blankets covered him, there was a nice smell in the air. And he could feel the warm sun on his face.

The fingertips finished caressing his cheek and hair, then went from the end of neck all the way down his back to his butt cheeks. A good spank woke him from his trance in which he was definitely falling asleep again.

Remus smiled. He remembered who was responsible for the touch. And no, this time it was not a dream.

"What are you doing? I'm trying to sleep" he mumbled, still with his eyes closed.

"Stop looking this good then"

God, wasn't this the most sexy hoarse voice he had ever heard? Remus opened his eyes to find an even sexier face, staring back at him.

It wasn't a dream.

Remus could be easily confused. Because how many times he had dreamed with something like this. But what told Remus that this was real, was the fact that not even the most detailed and imaginative dreams, could compete with Sirius Black's real beauty.

Sirius was a mess. He was naked and sweaty. His hair was wild with locks of hair going everywhere. His cheeks slightly red because he was warm and vulnerable.

Remus had seen him in his best. All clean, combed and well dressed. With his determined expression and his cheeky smile. So gorgeous that many people around him had turned to look, had swooned and sighed. But Remus could trade that Sirius for this one any time.

This Sirius seemed more real.

"Good morning, I guess?"

"It's past noon" Sirius said. Remus shrugged. Then Sirius added: "Good morning, Moons"

It was as if Remus had begged and demanded with his mind. The kiss he wanted was given immediately. Those delicious lips.

Last night had been a big step for the pair of boys. Remus still couldn't believe it.

After being secretly in love with Sirius for years, being his best friend and pining for him, then secretly snogging him without knowing what Sirius felt or if this was just a game for him; Sirius had finally vomited his feelings for Remus.

"I love you! Of course I love you, I've always had" he had said. What happened next didn't give them space to talk about feelings. They focused on touching, kissing, and giving each other pleasure. Their mouths too busy to speak except for a few neccesary words or involuntary moans.

Apparently now, after they were done, well rested and satisfied, they still didn't have words. Sirius was still communicating through touches. Remus couldn't stop staring. As if Sirius would disappear anytime soon if he blinked too much.

"What are you thinking?" Remus asked, because Sirius's thoughts were loud.

"Amm..." Sirius's smile gave Remus nice goosebumps "That we stepped over the friendship line, didn't we?"

Remus almost laughed "I think we did that a long time ago, Pads"

Sirius anwered with a smile. But Remus could sense he was worried.

"Do you regret last night?"

"No!" Sirius stroke his cheek "Never!" he claimed "You?"

Remus shook his head.

"I know that was your first time"

Remus knew most people had awkward first times that they regretted. Sirius as well. Not Remus. Even with his dysphoria, his hatred for his body and the fact that he had to keep wearing his binder, the night was amazing. With Sirius it was amazing, even the awkward parts.

"It was a perfect first time"

That made Sirius beam and Remus was happy.

"So what happens now?"

The question both of them were scared to ask, but somebody had to do it. Because they had done the impossible to make this be casual and it didn't turn out okay. They weren't just friends. There were a lot of other feelings involved.

Sirius chuckled, kind of embarrassed. Remus was a little bit more in love.

All Remus had to do was to pop out the question.

Although Sirius spoke first just when Remus got the courage.

"I think I was doomed from the very first second I saw you"

Those words left Remus speechless.

"It took me a long time to realize it and admit to myself" Sirius added, licking his lips "But they were there. My feelings for you, all the time"

It was crazy to hear this since Remus had believed his feelings were unreciprocated. Lucky, he thought himself to even have the chance to kiss Sirius, or even being his friend.

Sirius touched Remus's hair carefully and the latter closed his eyes as a way to receive the pleasure it gave him.

"Moony," Sirius whispered. That nickname, spoken from Sirius's lips so many times in a playfull way, in a needy way. in a craving way like last night. Now it sounded like nice melody on Sirius's mouth "I do want to... I want be with you..." and how much it cost Sirius to say it so it was appreciated "I'm just scared"

Remus opened his eyes then. He wanted to do something to take that worried expression from the boy in front of him. Go back to when he was smiling before he closed his eyes.

"Scared of what?" It was Remus's turn to touch his face now "Of me?"

Sirius shook his head vehemently.

"Of course not" he answered "Of many things. Other things"

"What things?"

Remus had been angry for a long time with Sirius. Unfairly. Sirius had kept their thing hidden, he was a coward. Sirius just saw their kisses as fun and nothing else, he was a coward.

Remus was openly gay and queer. He had been rejected and discriminated to many times he was used to it. He didn't care anymore. Remus hadn't understand why Sirius wasn't the same. He called himself such a rebel, a rule breaker. Then why was it so difficult to just be with him?

Remus had been selfish.

"I keep hurting you, Remus" Sirius said with a sad tone "You don't deserve this"

Remus shook his head immediately.

"We've discussed this" he answered "You told me you didn't want a relationship and I commited to that"

"I could hurt you again" Sirius added "I'm impulsive, and reckless"

"You have a good heart with lots of love to give"

"I could do something stupid one day and hurt you"

"Then don't" Remus said quickly "Simple as that, is that it?"

Sirius smiled at him. That smile that said "Wanker". But no. Remus wasn't going to let Sirius think he wasn't worthy for him. He was everything.

"I don't know if I fancy boys"

Remus ignored the voice inside of him that told him he wasn't a real boy anyway.

"What I mean is that I don't know if I only fancy boys" Sirius added quickly "I've liked girls genuinely. And I think I've liked boys..." he said going into his memory "I think I've had a crush on one of my Uncle's boyfriends"

That made Remus give him a relaxing smile.

"Really?"

Sirius shrugged trying to hide away how embarrassed he looked.

"I just know that I like you the most"

That was enough for Remus.

"But people are going to ask me if I am gay or bi or... I don't even know what more there is..."

Sirius was adorable.

"I don't think I am ready to be treated differently"

Remus was used to it. The stares, the comments, the slurs. Sirius was a star. The bad boy womanizer every girl wanted to be with.

"You don't have to figure out anything now" Remus explained "And I am going to teach you how to laugh of people's comments and stares"

Sirius seemed more relaxed with that.

"Do you want to be with me?" Remus asked.

Sirius smirked "Yeah"

Remus tried to hide his joy.

"Then people just have to accept that" he said "And accept you for who you are, whatever that is. Stay only with the cool people that don't ask stupid questions"

Sirius knew he could call his friends those cool people. Because they hadn't asked stupid questions when Marlene came out, when Remus came out.

Sirius took a deep breath and Remus knew he understood. He was lucky to have friends like those. The rest didn't actually matter.

"Do we have green light now?" Remus teased "Can I kiss you?"

What Remus wanted to ask was: "Can I ask you to be my boyfriend?". He wanted to ask the question. Make it official.

Sirius answered with a kiss. Remus thought their conversation was over. He wanted to ask him officially but Sirius's lips were a bit addicctive right now. Maybe later...

Although Sirius broke apart.

"What about them?" he asked, facing the ceiling.

"Who?"

"Them" Sirius snapped with a bad taste in his mouth "My...family"

Remus noticed it had been an effort to say that word. Because the meaning of family wasn't what The Blacks were.

"Moony," Sirius started "When Andromeda left with Ted, they tossed her away like some old furniture. When Alphard turned out to be gay they pretended he didn't even exist..." he explained "I wish they would free me like them. But I am the Heir" and that simple word carried power Remus felt "Since the day I was born I was raised for this. Everyone's eyes are on me. I'm Grandfather's successor"

Remus knew this. They all did. It was a fact nobody talked about. And they pretended Sirius was just a normal boy who would have a normal life after school. Go to Uni, get a job and live a silly life like the rest of them.

But Sirius never needed to move a finger. He had his future planned. They were getting closer to graduation, and now it was happening.

"If you think Orion and Walburga are bad" Sirius carried on "It's because you haven't seen what Grandfather is capable of"

Remus was horrofied by the awful people Sirius's parents were. He couldn't believe there was someone worse.

Remus remembered meeting him when he was a kid. That New Year's he spent at Grimmauld Place. The old man was powerful and imposing. He had looked at Remus like a disgusting insect. Then he had hit Sirius for not speaking clear and loud enough.

Remus had seen Sirius quarreling with his parents defiently. Even if they were mean or ended up hurting him, Sirius didn't seem scared. Remus remembered how much he had shaken in front of his grandfather.

"He is not going to let his precious heir disappoint him" Sirius sniffed. The ambient had gotten colder. Remus pulled the blankets up and scooped closer to Sirius "I ran away over the summer but at Alphard's funeral everyone acted like I was still the heir. I'm scared that if Grandfather finds out about you, he is not going to toss me out like with Andromeda. He is going to do anything to... Even hurt you or keep me away from you again..."

Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius. His skin was cold now. And he had tears in his eyes.

"I know I act though and all" Sirius said against his chest "But I am really scared of him. We all are" another sniff. Remus started touching his back gently "And if I somehow manage to disappoint him to the point of him setting me free without hurting the ones I love, there's Regulus"

"Regulus?"

Sirius faced him. Eyes red with fear or rage. Remus didn't know.

"He's the spare" Sirius said "Just like I was raised to be the heir, he was raised to be the spare.... If I fail, Regulus would have to take my place, Moony. And he's not strong like me. He would let them do what they want with him..."

Sirius was shaking at this point. So Remus had to do what he could to distract him. With a kiss, Remus tried to comfort Sirius and said the words he didn't find.

It was awful.

Both Sirius and Regulus were just kids. They were being treated like instruments or weapons.

"I think I can kick your grandfather's ass" Remus said after the kiss.

It took seconds for Sirius to react. But when he did, he burst out laughing. Good at least he wasn't sad or scared anymore.

"Oh Moony"

"Really!" Remus exclaimed "He's way older and if I remember correctly he used a cane"

"He still does" Sirius smiled.

"Easy peacy"

"There's a problem, though"

"What?"

"He has hitchmen to do the dirty work for him" Sirius said "They are probably trained to kill"

"Bollocks"

Sirius laughed beautifully.

"That ruins my plan, then"

Sirius smiled and bit his lip.

"I love you"

Remus's heart skipped a beat. Godammit. This was real and Sirius was saying those words to him.

Remus grabbed his hand, fingers interlocking.

"We'll figure it out" Remus promised swallowing to hide how scared he actually was. He would die if he lose Sirius because of his bloody family. Not again. "Bet James can buy us our own hitchmen"

Sirius giggled "That would be cool"

Remus knew Sirius was scared too.

"If you want" Remus added "We can keep our relationship hidden"

Sirius's expression changed. They had done that. They were going back to the same mistake.

"Moony..."

"We can tell James and Peter, and the girls..." Remus explained "Maybe the Potters if you want" he said "But maybe if less people know, it would not reach to your family's ears"

Sirius didn't seem happy but he was considering it.

"At least until we figure out how to get you and your brother out of this mess"

Sirius pouted adoribly.

"You don't mind, Moons?"

Remus would have loved that Sirius said they would be open no matter what. But Remus couldn't blame him. He was scared.

"Do you love me?"

Sirius answered fast.

"With all my heart"

Remus had to smile now.

"Well, I love you too" he said "And that's what matters. Only the people we care about would know. The rest doesn't matter. We don't have to be public and mellow like James and Lily anyway... We just have to be ourselves"

Remus was smiling but he knew they had to be careful. He couldn't kiss Sirius when he wanted, or hold his hand in public. Girls would still flirt with him and Remus could not tell them he was his.

Remus wished Sirius was someone normal. A boy he could just be with. But he came with a burden Remus had to accept and even love. It was a sacrifice he was doing for love.

He was sure Sirius would do the same if it was the other way around. He was there for Remus. He had come all the way to London to help Grant and deal with his own mess.

"What do you say?"

Sirius stared at him like he couldn't believe he was lucky, like Remus was the best thing that has ever happened to him. It gave Remus electricity all over his body.

"God, I love you so much"

Remus didn't have time to answer because Sirius was kissing him passionately. Remus loved him too. So so much.

And they kissed, and they kissed, and they kissed. Not like friends. Like lovers.

"Can we stay in bed a bit longer?" Sirius asked when they were out of breath. Remus smiled because he had felt his boner. This was glory.

"How can I say no to that?"

Sirius giggled as he placed himself on top of Remus, and the blankets above them. Another wave of pleasure hit Remus as Sirius started kissing his neck.

Remus could get used to it easily. This love was going to kill him.

[dorythewritingfish]

Ah year ago I posted my first ever marauders fic, it was based on a Tik Tok, I first thought it would be short.

Here we are a year later, it’s still a wip, 130 k long and it changed a lot for me.

I Found one of the most important people ( @blackfenixbfnx , my editor) to me because of it and it made me find a space in the marauders fandom.

So maybe pay my little Wolfstar fic a vist!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54381946/chapters/137746162

Here’s the summary:

It's their final year at Hogwarts.

Remus and Sirius are in a long-term relationship with big plans and dreams,

but when Peter becomes a Death Eater, the war starts to take a bigger place in their lives.

Will they win the war and still be by each other's side at the end of it ? What happens when the War is over ?

[space-ailen3]

Definitely not my best work but I came across the realization there is Zero romantic saintstar fanart so I whipped this up

[th3-ann0unc3r]

I wrote 2 wolfstar fics a few weeks ago! One of them is a band au (Pretty boy)! And one is trans!remus figuring out he’s trans (Realization)! I’m also writing a Remus/Barty/Regulus/Evan fic rn!

[twink-remus-lupin]

PoA wolfstar <3

picrew by makowka

[marylily-my-beloved]

PRIDE MONTH HEADCANON DAY SIXTEEN (16): Sirius Black

Sirius Black is a genderfluid bisexual icon. His bi awakening was obviously Remus, back when he saw Remus in their first year he was already in love. He knew he was genderfluid after he escaped from his parents house and had the ability to explore his own life.

[wolfstargazer]

What are your thoughts on Sirius and Remus openness about their sexual orientation, given the time and all? How old are they when they come out? Are they open to just the closest cirkle or do they show their love to the world? Do they agree or is this an area of conflict between them?

I love this ask! Whoa, okay, buckle in because this response is going to be long and include extended headcanon....

Sirius

My headcanon for this is that Sirius is bisexual. He has always been comfortable with sex, and could be described as bi-curious from his early teens, although it takes him until his late teens and post-Hogwarts to explore his sexuality in regards to men.

He never comes "out" in the sense that he makes an announcement, although this doesn't come from a place of shame rather a pathological dislike of explaining himself to others. He doesn't hide it, but he does tend to keep his personal life very separate from his friendships.

James has always known and, by extension, Lily. Those around him in the Order also know or at least suspect. In regards to his family I've always headcanoned that the Blacks wouldn't care and would have much more of a problem with Sirius' political opinions, his friends and being a Gryffindor than him being interested in men. Also in my headcanon the wizarding world is broadly more tolerant than it's Muggle counterpoint on things like this - and is analogous to the tacit acceptance of adolescent homosexuality as a result of the boarding school system prevalent in the upper classes in British society historically (more can be found out about this here).

Remus and more below the cut...

Remus

My headcanon for Remus is he really struggles with his sexuality. My Remus is demisexual and really struggles as a result of this, and has no clear conception of his orientation particularly as a teen. Much of this is due to his difficulty in experiencing sexual attraction as others seem to, which is a particular point of stress whilst he is a teenager. He also tries to persue romantic relationships with girls exclusively during his teenage years which never feels to him to be a natural fit. This is compounded by the intensity of his feelings for Sirius towards the end of their school days together and he struggles to understand what this means and represses this.

Much of Remus' attitudes and fears about his sexuality are compounded by both his experience of the Muggle world which is more intolerant, and his experience of his lycanthropy. Remus knows what it is like to marginalised, to be stigmatised and feared, and struggles to accept that he would be both a werewolf and be attracted to men. He also worries about intimacy, particularly sexual intimacy with others, as he doesn't trust himself easily as he fears "letting go" as a consequence of his lycanthropy. His internalised self-hatred in my mind really does run deep.

The only people in my headcanon who have a strong sense of Remus' struggles are in this regard are his mum and Lily. It is a great regret of Remus' that he was never able to talk to his mum about this before she died.

It takes Remus until his 30s, and until Sirius returns from Azkaban, to really accept his sexuality.

Does this drive conflict between Remus and Sirius?

One of the central drivers of the conflict and angst between Remus and Sirius in my work is the mis-match and tension between their feelings and attitudes towards their sexuality on an individual level, and what it means in terms of their relationship with each other.

Sirius recognises his feelings for Remus for what they are from very early on. But he does not feel Remus feels the same, and does not want to risk their friendship by expressing it in a way that he suspects his friend would reject or feel uncomfortable with. Plus, Remus' outward behaviour leads Sirius to believe he is straight.

Remus is afraid of his feelings for Sirius and does not want to be any more different than he already feels as a result of his lycanpthropy. Not only does he struggle to accept his demisexuality and same-sex attraction, but he would never in a million years feel that *the* Sirius Black would ever feel that way for him.

This tension grows and comes to a head post Hogwarts and the First War, and is a driving force behind the distance, mistrust and complete breakdown in their relationship to the point they suspect one another of being the spy.

When they are older, and post-Azkaban, things are very different. If you want to know why someone drop me an ask for part 2 of my TED Talk as I could go on about this forever! 💜

[stareggie]

rip sirius black you would’ve loved pink pony club

[mrkeatingsblazer]

What if I told you Remus lupin was a women leaning bisexual and Sirius was a man leaning bisexual, what then?

[danaewrites]

you with the dark curls (you with the watercolor eyes)

part i: and while you were asleep, i was surely awake

james potter x reader // read it on AO3

word count: 2.8k

summary: “Falling in love with your best friend was never a good idea, but you’d managed to do the idiot thing anyway, carrying a torch for a boy who would never look past Lily’s emerald eyes to see the watercolor ones that had always been by his side.”

tags: best friends to lovers, angst with a happy ending, based on the song "dear arkansas daughter" by lady lamb, fem!reader

author's notes: hii y'all, sorry for not posting in a year :P my only excuse is that i didn't feel like taking the energy to actually write out my story ideas. also perfectionism. anyway i somehow wrote this in two hours while procrastinating my college app essays and have plans to make this a multi-chapter fic despite intending to write an angsty oneshot request for a completely different fandom (i see you, beloved anons, and i raise you this completely unrelated fic <3)… the brain of a writer works in mysterious ways.

read it all here: part i, part ii, part iii (coming soon!)

You were in love with James Potter.

It was a fact of life, just like how the sky was blue, or that his favorite dessert was treacle tart, or that you were the only person he’d ever let see him cry besides his mother. You’d loved him from the moment you met him on the train to Hogwarts as a shy, anxious muggleborn unsure of the new world of magic and prejudice you’d been thrown into without so much as a warning. He hadn’t cared at all about your blood status- didn’t even think to ask about it. He had launched himself into your compartment and began talking at you a mile a minute, beaming with every tooth showing once he found out you were hoping to get into Gryffindor, his hazel eyes alight with the joy of making a new friend. And friends indeed you had become; you were proud to remember that you’d known him before Sirius or Remus or Peter did, though it took only an instant after the Sorting for him to become best mates with the rest of them, too.

You and James were inseparable from that moment on, giggling at Professor Binns’ failure to notice Sirius’ antics in the back of class and reassuring each other when home seemed too far away for comfort. He stole sweets from the Slytherin table for you at meals, and you covered for him when the teachers almost caught him pranking Snape– after all, who would believe that sweet, innocent Y/n would ever be involved in such shenanigans? The soft-spoken demeanor and love of everything pastel you’d thought would eventually oust you from the close-knit Gryffindor boys’ group proved to be quite the useful asset when affirming their ‘innocence’.

Not that they only wanted you around because you were helpful, of course. You had quite the talent for exaggerating stories until even Sirius fell off his seat laughing in disbelief, and your creative mind made for some glorious pranks and entertaining mistakes. Peter would blush for an hour straight if anyone mentioned The Great Plum Pudding Incident of Christmas 1974, all thanks to your clever meddling. And Remus– well, he was eternally grateful for your mother-henning during the worst of his moon cycles. You’d been the first to figure out his “furry little problem”, and upon learning that enjoying chocolate was his favorite method of escapism, showed up every month without fail with an armful of Honeydukes sweets. The little ways in which you loved each Marauder meant the world to them. They would do anything to protect you and make sure you were okay, James most of all. You often teased James that he was more bodyguard than friend, with his deep glares at too-forward Hufflepuff boys masking the big softie you knew he was underneath. You remembered fondly the summer days he spent chasing you around your house, scaring your mother half to death with his colander-and-pot ‘armor’ as he declared that as a chivalrous knight, he was meant to save Princess Y/n from the terrible Acromantula King. Privately, you thought James had a few too many Arthurian legends for bedtime stories as a child, but what could you do?

Even now, as sixth years, the bond between you and James never changed, your love for him ever-growing. Your heart melted every time you glanced over your shoulder in the hallway, only to find him chatting softly with a sniffling first-year and guiding them to Professor Sprout’s office for a hot cuppa and a biscuit. You cheered at his Quidditch victories and were euphorically lifted up onto his broad shoulders afterward, whooping as he galavanted through the common room in celebration. You were there when he needed a shoulder to cry on when his grandfather died, softly stroking his hair as he fell asleep in your lap with tear tracks still running down his face. And he adored you in return– braiding your hair while you worked on Herbology essays, racing you on his beloved broom when you stayed with him during the summer, distracting you from your rants about Slughorn’s unfair grading with a trip to the kitchens and a blissfully soft blanket.

James was your lifeline and you his– and nothing in the world could change that.

Except, perhaps, one tiny little complication. A complication with vibrant red hair, sparkling green eyes, and a natural affinity for Potions. A complication that had sparked your jealousy since the first time you noticed James glancing dreamily at Lily Evans in second year Transfiguration, jealousy that had only gotten worse with his grand declarations of love every week. He’d begun to announce his affection for the muggleborn to anyone who would listen in third year, and it didn’t stop there. No, when James Potter loved someone, he loved hard, and that meant that you had to watch as beautiful bouquets appeared on Lily’s nightstand nightly while the rest of the girls in your dorm whispered and swooned. You were a wallflower when he sighed about how lovely her skin was and how bloody talented she was at everything she did during one of your late-night chats in the common room, curling in on yourself with every word he spoke. When he asked her to Hogsmeade the first time (and the second, and the third, and the fiftieth), you observed as she rolled her eyes and shoved past him, despite the small smile on her face.

It wasn’t that Lily wasn’t smart or pretty or talented– far from it. She deserved every good Potions grade she got, and even the pureblood Slytherins begrudgingly noted how she was the darling of Hogwarts society. But you thought that the way she treated your best friend, refusing his advances quite harshly but sending him flirtatious glances and making a show of wearing his flowers in her hair, was rather unkind and misleading. She had James wrapped around her little finger and didn’t seem to want to let go of his attention anytime soon, despite Snape’s protests about how much time he was spending with her. You disliked Severus, but didn’t think he deserved Lily’s bad treatment either. Sometimes you’d see him staring at James and Lily deep in conversation, and shoot him a glance of communal disappointment– before realizing who you were sharing the moment with and resuming an expression of disgust, at least.

At first, you ignored your growing angst about his new obsession, chalking it up to sleep deprivation, stress over your upcoming exams, and even your monthly. But when you started to run out of excuses for the despair slowly overtaking your heart and flashes of his dark curls began to appear in your sweetest dreams, you were forced to admit that your feelings for James ran much deeper than a platonic friendship. From the way he spun you around in the snow to the way he snorted at Remus’ awful puns, you were head-over-heels smitten with your best friend.

The way he’d filled out since the end of fourth year hadn’t escaped your notice, either; you were pretty sure that his pecs should be considered a traffic hazard, with the way you’d fallen flat on your face after seeing him shirtless after a match. He’d rushed over to clean up every one of your injuries, of course, with a touch so gentle it released a whole menagerie of butterflies in your stomach. You’d barely managed to mumble a coherent thank-you before sprinting to take a very cold shower and scream into your pillow with embarrassment. How on earth did Lily Evans even think around him?!

Alas, you’d read your fair share of romance novels, and you knew how this story would end. Falling in love with your best friend was never a good idea, but you’d managed to do the idiot thing anyway, carrying a torch for a boy who would never look past Lily’s emerald eyes to see the watercolor ones that had always been by his side.

That was the state Sirius found you in, broody and lost in thought in a quiet corner of the library. He grinned rakishly, planting a well-polished boot on a nearby chair and leaning over to tap your forehead. “Lots going on in there today, huh?”

You snapped out of your daze and smiled sheepishly up at him. “Sorry, Siri, didn’t mean to ignore you. Just, er, thinking about my Potions essay, do you know how many uses there are for mandelwort? Quite fascinating plants, hones–”

Sirius winced and slid back far across the table. “Oh, no, you are not discussing horrid Potions work with me today when there are so many other wonderful topics.” He gestured to a table of swooning fifth-years gazing dreamily at his backside. “For example, those lovely ladies,” he crooned, sending an exaggerated wink towards them and smirking when they sighed.

You wrinkled your nose and scoffed. “Oh, please, as if I haven’t heard enough about your conquests already. I’m already scarred for life from your stories about that Belgium Veela, let alone the muggle sailor you nearly broke the Statute of Secrecy for.”

He waved a hand, dismissing your allegations of the mental injury caused by his excruciating attention to sordid detail when slightly tipsy in the common room. You made a mental note to charm his shampoo to turn his hair bright lavender for the next week for that little snub. Although, being Sirius, he’d probably just use it as an excuse to sway the rest of the Hogwarts population into going to Hogsmeade with him. “Ah, but darling Y/n, that’s what I’m here for!” He furrowed his brow and stroked his chin in mock consideration. “However, I can’t seem to recall a time when you–” here he poked you in the cheek for emphasis– “confessed to a little tete-a-tete in the hallway. Ever. Which means we have a problem,” he grinned.

You felt rather like prey being hunted for sport. “That would be because I’m not interested in anyone, you dolt!” Crossing your arms, you turned your face back towards your homework. Maybe if you denied romantic interest for long enough, Sirius would leave you alone and go flounce off to flirt with the noisy table of fourth years. “Anyway, I heard Marlene’s been circling Dorcas like a lovesick pigeon lately, so perhaps you should be putting your matchmaking efforts to her benefit instead.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “C’mon doll, I know you weren’t actually thinking about Potions when I arrived. Who’s the lead actor in those fantasies, mm?” He snatched up your favorite pink gel pen, twirling around his fingers as he looked at you expectantly.

Drat. He wouldn’t be so easily distracted with the latest gossip. You opened your mouth to protest yet again when you caught a flash of red over Sirius’ artfully tousled locks. You watched as James strode up to the alcove where Lily and her friends were studying, transfigured a sheet of parchment into a butterfly clip and held it out to her with a grin. Her laughter pealed out through the library as she let him lean over her shoulder to place it in her hair. He seemed oblivious to the titters of the girls around him while he gazed at Lily adoringly. You felt your heart clench as you recognized the expression on his face; you’d seen it on your own in the mirror after spending time with James, after all. And it seemed like maybe Lily was finally starting to be swayed into accepting his starry-eyed proposals, if the pretty blush on her cheeks was anything to go by.

Sirius tracked your despairing gaze to the couple and immediately paled in realization. “Oh, shit.”

Shit, indeed. Your face turned bright red as you scrambled to pack your bag and leave the area as fast as you possibly could, not sure how you could face Sirius knowing your deepest secret now. The boy had no self-control, fueling the Hogwarts gossip mill with the wild stories he overheard, and he had even less discretion when confessing things to his friends around the common room fire. It’s no wonder he wound up in Gryffindor, you thought miserably. There’s no way he’d be able to keep a secret like the rest of the Slytherins, and definitely not from James. It would only be a matter of time before he let it slip about your feelings to the rest of the Marauders, and— well, you’d just have to face losing your best friend for good once he heard.

Sirius broke your train of thought by wrapping his hands around yours, looking up at you with concern. “Hey, doll, wait— I didn’t know—“

You sniffed and wiped the tears threatening to fall from your eyes away fiercely. “That’s exactly it, Sirius, you didn’t know because you won’t be able to keep it from James.”

He looked guiltily down at the table. “I’m sorry. I’ve been a bit of a git with keeping things private lately, yeah?”

You nodded, covering your face with your hands. Sirius reached out, placing them back down on the table, and softly said, “Listen, I shouldn’t have pried so hard. You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.” He broke off, pausing to scramble for a handkerchief from his bag to wipe off your rapidly disintegrating mascara. “And I promise not to breathe a word of this to James,” he finished.

You looked up at him, startled. “Are you serious?” At his answering grin, you groaned. “Don’t answer that. But really, are you sure that you’ll be able to resist telling him everything?” You fiddled with the now-soiled handkerchief and whispered, “You two are so close, I don’t want to drive you apart. If James thought you were hiding something important from him, it would destroy him,” you sniffed.

He frowned. “Doll, you know you’re just as important as James is to me, right?” At your answering slump, his jaw clenched and he continued on with more intensity. “You’re like my sister, Y/n, there’s nothing you could do to make me care for you less. Especially not asking for your privacy. Clearly, I haven’t been treating you as well as you deserve if you doubt that.”

He walked around and took a seat in the armchair next to you, pulling you in to lean on his shoulder. “And I can be discreet, you know. I might not show it often, but growing up in a family of the most intensely secretive purebloods ever to exist taught me a few things.” You glanced at him doubtfully, the tiny quirk of your mouth the only sign that you were joking. “Hey, I’m being serious!” He laughed, then quieted suddenly. “This thing with James— you really love him, don’t you?”

You gave him an exasperated look out of the corner of your eye. Sirius released a breath and gazed deeply into the space in front of him. “Hey, we’ll figure this out together, okay?” He poked you in the side. “If he’s too focused on the smell of Evans’ hair or whatever to see that he already has the perfect girl in front of him, he’s not as smart as you think he is.” You giggled slightly, his words warming you. Sirius smiled, happy to see you cheering up a bit.

“Why don’t we go raid the kitchens? The coolest person I know once told me that elf-crafted mint chocolate chip ice cream is the best way to heal a broken heart,” he teased. You groaned, remembering how you’d told him that as a last resort to get him to stop complaining about how he missed his sailor ex-boyfriend every time you two went to Hogsmeade. At least your random advice wound up benefiting you now, you thought as you collected the last of your stationery and exited the library.

Neither you nor Sirius saw how James watched you smile up at Sirius as you walked away, holding his arm and laughing loudly at something he muttered. Anna Dumotier, a Hufflepuff fifth-year and one of Lily’s friends, would remember later that night how he seemed to tune out Lily’s voice for a moment and stared at the doors to the library with a strange expression on his face. His brows were furrowed like he was trying to decipher the answer to an unfamiliar puzzle, his eyes widened with confusion and a glint of something she could only identify as jealousy before Lily brought him back to the conversation with a graceful flip of her hair. But no— she shook her head— that couldn’t be right. What could James possibly be jealous of when he finally had the girl of his dreams in his arms?

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read on: part ii

[katnissinanotheruniverse]

I'd just like to say that I hc pansexual or bisexual with a preference for men (Remus) Sirius Black and this is purely because I personally think he struggled so much with his crush on Remus literally for the reaosn that he had a crush on Mary aswell and couldn't understand how he liked both.

[talyris]

Genderswap! Harry Potter

[the-original-gays]

James Potter is the definition of a queer person that started out as a verry enthusiastic ally.

Remus and Sirius came out and he was like, "That's great! I support the gays!"

Then he saw Regulus and was like, "I support the gays so much I would date one."