#james co owns the shop with sirius

[twink-remus-lupin]

muggle au where sirius is a burly, grease-stained mechanic whose commute to work has him riding his harley past the university where lanky english literature professor!remus works

[jimblejamblewritings]

starlight moonlight sunlight — blurb seven

Title: Happy Fucking Holidays

Pairing: ex!Remus x reader, Remus x Sirius, eventual poly!Wolfstar x reader

Warnings: catching a partner cheating, angst, hurt no comfort

blurb series navigation here | previous blurb here

Everyone had started to retire for the night, thoroughly tired from James’ late night of baking cookies, gingerbread house competitions, Secret Santa and white elephant (because both were absolutely necessary according to him), and holiday movies. You left in the middle of the second movie, being the first to call it a night, but you weren’t tired. It was just a bit difficult to see everyone get presents from their family and you were left to do nothing but wonder if yours were safe. 

Remus came upstairs when he and Sirius were ready to finally have alone time. He stood in the threshold of your doorway until you came out of the bathroom. You went straight to him, giving him a hug and a peck on the lips. 

“Are you alright to go to bed?” 

“Yeah. I’m just missing everyone.” 

He hugged you a bit tighter. “I know it’s hard, dovey. But you’ll see them sooner than you know it.” 

“I hope they’re liking England.” 

“I bet they are living it up.” 

You smiled. He was right. It was best to think of them in happy and blissful situations. Bidding your boyfriend a goodnight, you grabbed the journal you bought from a shop in Hogsmeade and sat on the bed. You were still working on your book. That was something you wanted to finish, just for yourself. Even if the manuscript never got published or only sold two copies, you wanted to write it. A typewriter was an option but handwriting grounded you so you decided that you’d handwrite the first draft and type up everything else. Your head snapped up when you heard sharp pecking on the window. It was from an owl with a letter. 

In Sirius’ room, he and Remus were getting themselves ready to do anything but sleep. Tentatively, their hands were exploring each other in a way they hadn’t in months. Every other word that poured out of Remus’ mouth was a declaration of love or a statement about how much he missed his boyfriend. Sirius chuckled as he got up. 

“Where are you going?” 

“Why do you want to know, Lupin?” 

It was all of five seconds before Remus was off the bed and backing his boyfriend up against the wall. “You drive me crazy, you know.” 

The only thing Sirius could hear was his heart pounding in his ears, not the soft pounding of your sock covered feet as you came running towards the room with good news about getting a job at a bookstore. His lips crashed against Remus, moaning into his boyfriend’s mouth and pulling on his shirt to get the man as close to him as possible. Both men paused when multiple leaves hit their face. They looked up at the sudden cloud of petals that cascaded over them and then back at each other. 

Sirius’ eyebrows scrunched. “Where the fuck did that co—” 

“Rem?” 

They both froze at the sound of your voice and the door slamming shut behind you. Sirius just shook his head like he didn’t want to believe it was you. Slowly, Remus turned his head. You were, in fact, standing in their doorway. Tears began to stream down your face as you just stared at their half naked bodies still touching.

“What are you doing?” That was the only thing you could manage to say even though you knew what they were clearly doing. 

“Fuck,” Sirius muttered. 

Remus extended a hand. “Dovey, come here, please.” 

Feet moving on their own, you met Remus and then followed him to the bed. He and Sirius were sitting next to each other while you were across from them. 

“I know what this looks like and it isn’t exac—” 

“We’ve been together since you stopped writing to him because he thought you were broken up.” 

“Sirius!” 

“What?! You were taking too long and making it worse for her.” 

“I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you but you’ve been through so much that we wanted you to get settled here first and get well-adjusted to your new life. No one at school knows we’re together so we just kept hiding it. I wasn’t trying to hurt you… Dove, please say something.” 

The only thing that actually happened was another cloud of petals as you drew your knees up to your chest. Sirius moved closer to you, hugging you as best as he could. 

“He was going to tell you soon. We’re both sorry you found out this way.” 

Remus smiled at his boyfriend’s very gentle tone. Comforting people wasn’t an area of expertise for Sirius. He preferred to be left alone to wallow but apparently a lot of people weren’t like that. You must’ve been one of those people because you hadn’t pushed him away yet. 

You felt like an idiot in more ways than one. Up until recently, Sirius didn’t like you and Remus wasn’t as affectionate. It wasn’t like you didn’t notice but you hadn’t put together why exactly they were behaving that way, figuring it was just an adjustment period. 

“This is my fault,” you whispered. “I should’ve found a way to write to you.” 

“Y/N, no. You couldn’t help your circumstances. These things just happen sometimes.” 

“But if I had written…”

Sirius grabbed your face in both of his hands. “Then you would’ve been in danger. Remus is right. It isn’t your fault. Okay?” 

“I guess.” 

The two men looked at each other. Maybe that was the best they were going to get for now. Sirius smiled at you. 

“Atta girl, dollface. You probably don’t want to talk right now but would it make you feel better to do so? We can watch a movie first, do something to break the tension then talk?” 

You nodded. “I think I’d like a movie first.” 

“Let’s do that then. Do you want to watch one here, the living room, or your room?” 

You looked around, unsure. Sirius kept picking spiky succulent leaves from your hair as they popped up until there was a significantly large pile between him and his boyfriend. Remus looked down at the pile. How exactly did you make the plants appear out of nowhere? And was there a finite amount you could make? Because it was kind of concerning how many plants were littering Sirius’ room. 

“Let’s just watch something up here. Then we won’t have to cast anything to not disturb anyone.” He decided for everyone before you turned into a wilted bush. 

“Okay.” 

They waited for you to get yourself comfortable before moving to configure themselves around you until you were sandwiched in between them. It felt like rubbing salt in the wound if they cuddled up. Sirius handed you a pillow to hug while Remus put on a movie. This wasn’t how any of this was supposed to go. Remus’ speech was supposed to be perfect and tear-saving. You were very quiet to the point where Remus couldn’t even hear you breathing. Something he definitely should be able to hear so close to you. His heart shattered when you jumped at the hand placed on your shoulder. 

“It’s okay to cry, dov— Y/N.” 

The use of your name alone did actually make you start crying again. You really weren’t sure what was happening in the movie. It wasn’t exactly easy to see through tears. 

“Do you want to turn the movie off?” 

You shook your head, not ready to talk but not wanting to drag this into the next few days. Remus looked over your head when Sirius began moving. He set down his pillow and blanket. 

“Do you want anything to drink or eat?” 

“Um, just whatever you bring.” 

“Okay. Ba— Moony, do you want anything?” 

“Just some of the leftovers and tea.” 

“Got it. Be right back.” 

Without thinking, Sirius leaned over and pecked Remus on the lips. He turned to you and did the same, pulling away before you really registered what happened. His eyes went wide as he looked from you to Remus multiple times. You were frozen in place the moment you actually registered what he did. 

“Babe,” Sirius squeaked. “Come with me to the kitchen, please.” 

You watched Remus scramble off the bed and follow his boyfriend. Despite the door slamming behind them, you could still hear Sirius repeating either “Merlin” or “shit” over and over again. They could spend an hour in the kitchen for all you cared — you needed a very long moment to yourself to process whatever just happened. How dare he kiss you, even if it was accidentally. Still. How dare he. And why did you keep thinking about it? Planting your face into the pillow, very aware now how much it smelled like Sirius, you screamed before falling backwards and attempting to smother yourself with a pillow.

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The first time James and Sirius went out on Sirius's bike

A little (okay, not-so-little) snippet for the next chapter of Dissonance:

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“Scared, Potter?” Sirius smirked, and James swallowed hard.

The truth was, yes, he was actually afraid. But he was also… excited.

They were on the road leading to the entrance of Godric’s Hollow. It was late afternoon, and the ache of missing Sirius felt like it was about to burst from his chest.

It had only been a week since Sirius moved into his loft in London, but to James, it felt like an eternity. With all the chaos of the move, Sirius still hadn’t had the chance to take James out for a ride on his bike.

Earlier, Lily had joked about their strange co-dependence – how whenever they weren’t physically together, they were chatting through the mirrors.

And she was right; it was true. But James didn’t care.

He couldn’t stay away from Sirius; it was like he couldn’t breathe without him.

Sirius was his best friend. Sirius was his soulmate, he was made for James.

From the moment they met in that Quidditch shop, James had been captivated by the Black boy.

Where everyone else saw Sirius Black, the Heir of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, James saw Sirius – the boy who shone as brightly as the star he was named after.

People used to call them inseparable, and they were. There wasn’t a distance strong enough to keep James Potter and Sirius Black apart.

James wanted to trap Sirius into his embrace forever, to not let him go ever again.

“You wish, Pads,” James smirked, then diverted his eyes to avoid a faint flush threatening to rise on his cheeks.

“C’mon, then,” Sirius said, nodding his head in the direction of the bike.

James cleared his throat, ruffling his hair.

“Are you sure you know how to drive it?” he asked, settling in behind Sirius, hands resting on his waist, fingers twitching as if unsure whether to hold on tighter.

The air buzzed with excitement, but there was something more – something heavier that James didn’t dare to name.

Sirius snorted, turning his head to look at James, narrowing his eyes.

“Of course, Prongs. Marlene introduced me to one of her muggle friends, and he has a bike too, so he gave me some tips,” he explained. James pulled him closer, trying to keep his grip casual, though the jealousy was eating him from the inside.

It was ugly, coiling around his chest, tight and suffocating, but James couldn’t – wouldn’t – let it show.

Sirius had started going out a lot with McKinnon ever since they’d become practically neighbours in London. He never gave details about what they did on their outings, and that gnawed at James.

James didn’t know how to feel about it, or maybe he did but just didn’t want to face it. He wasn’t ready to lose Sirius to a girl – to anyone, really.

Merlin, he could barely stand it when Sirius and Moony smoked together, or when Sirius and Pete went out for a pint without him.

It felt wrong, unfair, like they were cutting into something that was supposed to belong to him alone. James knew they were Sirius’s best mates too, but that didn’t matter.

Sirius revved the engine, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as the new bike rumbled beneath them.

“This is insane,” James laughed, but the sound was swallowed by the roar of the motor.

He leaned closer, the heat of Sirius’s back pressed against his chest igniting a fire that spread through his entire body, pooling low in his stomach.

Every inch of James thrummed with desperate longing, and that intoxicating closeness made it nearly impossible for him to think straight.

Sirius’s leather jacket creaked as he shifted, and for a second, James could feel Sirius’s heartbeat – quick and unsteady, like his own.

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[saturnsconstellation]

What jobs I believe the marauders and co would have in modern times:

Remus: History College professor that is everyone’s favorite even tho he literally could not care less (that’s a lie he secretly loves all his students and cries at their graduation)

Sirius: I can’t explain this but Tattoo artist that has his own shop. He also does piercings.

Peter: would have either the most gray and uninteresting desk job at whatever company OR (hear me out on this one) a photographer. Once again, I can’t explain.

James: Professional hockey player. He’s an ATHLETE 😭 A JOCK. What more could we expect of him? Also I believe he would have extreme interest in physics for some reason so yeah. Or hockey player or somewhere in the science field.

Lily: she’s a chemistry queen.

Mary: HOT TAKE BUT SHE WOULD BE A GREAT PRE-SCHOOL TEACHER. I always think of her as a pre-school teacher. I can’t see anything else.

Marlene: Football Coach. C’mon image her, teaching little girls how to slay as hard as her and be proud football players in the future???

Regulus: he would either not have a job at all and live off his parents’s wealth, or have a cafe/library and donate all the money he gained from it to a charity that would help young adult with gender-affirming care.

Barty: He’s a rockstar. He doesn’t have any other job, he IS a rockstar and he DOES Have multiple tattoos and nipple piercings.

Evan: Is Barty’s manager. So sick of him, yet does whatever he wants because at this point why not?

Pandora: artist. No further explanation.

Dorcas: would have a snake shop (a shop full of snakes. Does that makes sense????) she would teach people how to take care of their reptiles and how and when to know when something is off. Basically zoology.

[lifeisabitch-butimcute]

heyyyy hi hello i'm marching out all my fics for one giant post finally 💕 my ao3

the latest

Pickup or Delivery:

Barty meets the love of his life while delivering sandwiches. Evan meets some asshole while working the front desk of the campus admin building. rosekiller | wolfstar | jegulus | a hint of pandalily

Less of a cohesive story and more of a series of chronological one-shots within the same universe // E | 35k words | 13 chapters | WIP

the multi-chapters

Stars on Ice:

Regulus Black is the reigning National Champion in senior men's figure skating, and James Potter is close on his heels in the rankings. They exist purely as co-competitors until Sirius "shit-stirrer" Black and Remus "enabler" Lupin bring them together for an opportunity to perform as a pair as part of the Stars on Ice tour. jegulus | wolfstar | background dorlene | background pandalily

My online hyperfixation meets my real world lifelong hobby // M | 43k words | 16 chapters | Complete

In a Rut:

Evan is trying to practice, but Barty sucks at his job. rosekiller

Exists within the Stars on Ice universe, set prior to the events of SOI, but can be read on its own (it's mostly smut) // E | 3k words | 2 chapters | Complete

Coming of Age:

In which Barty turns sixteen, receives an owl, and meets some new friends. BCJ character study / rosekiller

Some canon universe Barty activities from his sixteenth birthday to meeting daddy voldy // M | 3k words | 2 chapters

Guilty Pleasures:

Pandora wasn’t an idiot; this woman (Lily, according to her profile) was gorgeous. Her bio was simple; “Looking for new people and fun times”. Well, Pandora thought, she could certainly show Lily fun times. pandalily | rosekiller | wolfstar

An ode to two emotionally constipated bitches being emotional about each other. Also toddler Harry is there and he's slaying. // M | 17k words | 7 chapters | WIP

the one-shots

from longest to shortest

The Marauders Project: M | 12k words | jegulus/wolfstar/rosekiller

Among the Stacks: T | 4k words | wolfstar/jegulus

Hardly Working: M | 3k words | rosekiller

Shopping Trip: T | 2k words | wolfstar/jegulus/pandalily

Banana Pancakes: G | 1k words | wolfstar

Letting Sleeping Dogs Lie: M | 826 words | rosekiller

Mornings: G | 557 words | wolfstar

Let Them Eat Cake (And Cry): G | 475 words | pandalily

[juniperpyre]

marauders & co. coffee orders

lily: black coffee with honey and cinnamon or a honey latte with 2%. she's easy

james: he tries every new drink. if there's nothing new he'll ask for a surprise and tip $10, or get a Real masala chai since he actually prefers tea

sirius: rose and cardamom latte with whole milk. seasonal drinks in the winter but he pretends they are not seasonal drinks

remus: earl grey with milk and one sugar. when they're mad at someone they drink it black

peter: he switches it up, just not as much as james. a vanilla latte with skim is ol' reliable

mary: she likes matcha and green tea lemonades. barring those options she gets a mocha

marlene: refuses to go anywhere but her own hand selected local coffee shops. has been a barista. asks for a real macchiato, if they don't have that she asks for the barista's favorite. this is obnoxious when anyone else does it but marlene pulls it off

[phoenixs-fandoms-and-writings]

Working With the Bookstore Across the Street

Fandom: Harry Potter (fuck JKR)

Characters: James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, GN!reader

Plot: you open a new business and have thought of what could hopefully be a brilliant business collaboration idea with the bookstore across the street.

Notes: screw JKR and her beliefs. Trans rights are human rights.

This was written based on Day 14’s Mundane AU/Fantasy AU prompt from @flufftober 2024.

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You opened your own new coffee shop in town. You loved baking, so you would make baked goods for the shop. This morning, you saw the owners of the bookstore across the street go into their store. Thankfully it was before you opened, so you turned to your co-worker to ask her to open the store without you if you weren’t back in time.

You went across the street and knocked on the door, waiting for someone to come.

One of the men opened the door, and said “we’re closed. Come back-”

You smiled as you interrupted him and said, “I own the coffee shop across the street. I have a business collaboration idea I wanted to run by the owner.”

He smirked, “who said I don’t own the store?”

“I didn’t. I just said whoever owned the store. It could be you or one of your co-workers or all of you.”

He chuckled and opened the door, “come on in.”

You followed him inside and he introduced himself and his two friends, which meant you got a good look at the three of them, and they were gorgeous.

“I’m Sirius,” he pointed to himself. He was classically handsome, his hair tied in a bun with a pen in the middle of it and stormy grey eyes.

“That’s Remus,” pointing to the man behind the counter. He was ruggedly handsome and even though he had a couple of scars on his face you felt a kind aura emanating from him.

“And that is James,” he pointed to the man sitting beside Remus and was openly staring at you. He had god-like beauty, with messy curls adorning his head and glasses framing his warm hazel eyes.

All three of them made butterflies form in your stomach. You blushed as you introduced yourself and told them, “I have a business proposal for you. A joint idea. Someone buys a book from here and you give them a coupon to my store for a drink. And vice versa. It could be a good way to drum up business for both of us.”

As Remus started to open his mouth, you added, “I wouldn’t expect you to help my business without trying anything, of course. I brought you a list of the drinks and baked goods we serve, including our signature ones. I’ve also added the info about them in case you’re allergic to anything. Just let me know and I can bring them to you later or tomorrow morning, if you want a caffeine boost.”

“Love, in the morning would be spectacular,” James told you as you handed them all the lists. “And I could never say no to a special delivery from a beautiful person.”

[marlymckitten]

Hi! This is the first time I am writing to you and I am so glad that there are blackinnon shippers🥹 but I can’t find good fanfic blackinnon writers. Can you please recommend some who write blackinnon on Tumblr these days as well?

Hi lovely anon, thanks for the ask!

Unfortunately I couldn't really find any active Blackinnon writers but I've created a list of some of my favorite mini fics and oneshots from some great Blackinnon writers (not sure whether they're still active) which I hope you'll enjoy :)

Happy reading!

Park Meeting (Muggle AU) | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | by @areyouseriouspadfoot

Alternate Universe where Sirius adopts Harry after James and Lily die, meets and bonds with Marlene through a bunch of shenanigans including his godson.

Sirius Knew What War Meant | by @hokeytheelf

Sirius mourns Marlene after she is killed in the war.

I Think I Like This Jealous Sirius | by @hokeytheelf

Sirius gets jealous seeing other men fancy Marlene and decides that he's ignored his feelings for her long enough.

Freudian Slip | by @hey-there-juliet

Sirius begins to realize that he likes Marlene as more than a friend.

Blackinnon on the Hogwarts Express | by @blacklilyqueen

Sirius and Marlene get a little steamy on the Hogwarts Express after spending a summer apart. (⚠️: smut)

Star Crossed (10 Chapter Fic) | by @blacklilyqueen

Sirius and Marlene spend most of their childhood with one another in the same pureblood circles but once they start school at Hogwarts, their newfound freedom allows them to find a deeper meaning to their life-long relationship. (⚠️: some chapters include smut)

Blackinnon Drabble | by @marlmckitten

Years of insults slowly turn into flirting as Sirius and Marlene realize there's a fine line between hate and love.

Just Keep Running | by @hokeytheelf

11-year-olds Marlene and Sirius have a chaotic first meeting on Platform 9¾.

A Drunken Tradition | by @hokeytheelf

Marlene sits out at a Gryffindor party and Sirius comforts her.

I Know | by @hokeytheelf

First time saying "I love you" to each other.

First Time Telling | by @marlmckitten

When Marlene gets a boyfriend, Sirius realizes he wants to be a lot more than "just a friend".

Accio True Love | by @j-ily-potter

Marlene feels hopeless watching James and Lily date and casts a spell to try to find her own soul mate.

Blackinnon Coffee Co. | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | by @marlmckitten

Muggle AU. Sirius is the son of the CEO of the successful Blackstar Coffee chain and Marlene, working as a barista at one of their coffee shops is a little too hot-headed for her own good. When she loses her temper at their first meeting, she fully expects to lose her job, not gain a date.

He Looked at Her the Way All Women Want to be Looked At By A Man | by @marlmckitten

Post-Azkaban Sirius finds an old photo of Marlene and the Order at Grimmauld Place.

Blackinnon Drabble | by @blackinnonismylife (deactivated)

Marlene and Sirius are so eager to see each other after the winter holiday that they totally ignore their decision to keep their relationship a secret, much to the shock of all their friends.

Blackinnon Oneshot | by @marlmckitten

After casually dating for a while (and pining after her for 5 years) Sirius realizes he's falling in love with Marlene.

Marlene's Death | by @brokentoasterrr

Sirius mourns on the night of the tragedy.

Amalgamation | by @matrixaffiliate

AU where Marlene lives and the first thing Sirius does when he escapes from Azkaban is find her.

Sirius Remembered | by @scented-books

Sirius' memories of his life flash before his eyes before he passes beyond the curtain into the waiting arms of those he's lost.

Accidental Pregnancy | by @marlmckitten

Marlene finds out she's pregnant and wonders how to tell Sirius.

[jennandblitz]

fic masterlist

i've been meaning to do this for ages, but here is a fic list of my darlings. Ones with a 🖤 are personal favourites of mine. Of course, please check the tags of any fic you'd like to read and if you want to leave a comment or kudos, my eternal thanks to you.

Marauder Ink 🖤 My baby. Tattoo artist Sirius Black is doing just fine, until Lily hires Remus Lupin, piercing expert, to work at Marauder Ink alongside Sirius and his brother James.

Marauder Ink 2: Black and Grey Sirius and Remus are together, but both their pasts haunt them as they try to work through the sticky business of falling in love.

Crazy Little Thing Called Love James and Lily have been together since high school and now they run Marauder Ink with their best friend Sirius. One day, James wakes up and decides he wants to get married.

Caught 🖤 Remus' POV during Marauder Ink, he is dealing with his own self-hatred and his burgeoning feelings for Sirius. ~~~

Rock N Pole 🖤 - co-written with @marlenemckinn Genderfluid Sirius is a pole dancer. At a competition they meet asexual rock climber Remus and they slowly fall in love. Yes, this is over two million words and a huge, huge thing to read but we love it. Full to the brim with the struggles of gender and sexual identity, Remus and Sirius discover themselves and each other along the way, including a surprising D/s relationship that fulfils them both in ways they do not expect.

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Black Glitter A series where Sirius is a Drag Queen in Brighton and a local competition is judged by Remus Lupin, editor of the local queer mag, the Wolf Pack, and Sirius is immediately enamoured.

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Quidditch Through the Ages Inspired entirely by seeing my rugby team win, Sirius and Remus celebrate Quidditch wins through the ages by having lots of sex.

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Just a Jeepster for Your Love a place for my cross-posted Tumblr drabbles and adorable tiny fics.

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A Beginner's Guide - co-written with @wewereinfinitelywolfstar Hiatus. Sirius and Remus have been together for several years when they want to get into kink. This fic follows them discovering the BDSM lifestyle and provides a literal beginners's guide.

A Boost Over Heaven's Gate Sirius and James have been together since school, even after James and Lily start seeing each other and Remus and Sirius start dating. Remus and Lily know, though, and Remus decides to take Sirius and James under his wing into a D/s relationship.

A Million Dreams, A Million Scars Sirius comforts Remus after the full moon, full of fluff and kisses.

Always In This Twilight My fix-it soul bond AU, following Sirius and Remus from the first year of Hogwarts all the way through to Halloween 1981.

As Though Nothing Could Fall 🖤 Sirius and Remus are on an Order mission when Sirius gets caught in a magical trap. Bleeding out fast, he and Remus frantically search for a way to get out alive with some confessions on the way.

Distractions a silly little fic where the narrator gets frustrated with our boys and the dirty tangents they go on.

Endings and Beginnings my Very First Fic. It's sentimental and a broad look at Wolfstar's lives.

Going Back for Love 🖤 After the Shack Incident in 1975, Sirius is expelled and finishes his education at Beauxbatons. It's 1982 and Remus has to deal with the return of the one person he never thought he'd see again.

Happy Birthday, Moons the fluffiest of fics for @purplechimera8's birthday.

I Am Not Afraid to Keep On Living The zombie apocalypse happens slowly and two survivors find themselves in an abandoned shopping mall, drawn to each other.

In The Throes of You 🖤 Sirius, Remus, James and Lily frequent The Tower, a BDSM club where they can explore their deepest desires. One of the most electric Tops in the place, Sirius always bottoms for the worst people and Remus is there to pick him back up after.

Moonlight Mile After the War is over, Sirius and Remus run a lycanthropy support group; they work to undo harmful legislation and provide a safe space for sufferers and their family. One Flower Moon, though, everything is upended

my heart feels the weight of all I don't know Sirius goes undercover at Narcissa's wedding, with Remus as his date.

My Own Secret Ceremonials 🖤 the super new moon has Remus crawling out of his skin and Sirius knows just what will help.

Never Have I Ever... my second-most popular fic. Sirius, Remus and James play a popular Muggle drinking game and things get a little... steamy.

On a Hot Summer Night On a beach holiday, Sirius and Remus take advantage of no one else being around.

Out of Stock Remus helps out a Hard of Hearing boy and his Godfather who is struggling with his BSL vocabulary.

Parlez-vous Francais? The cutest of meets, Sirius and Remus run into each other on the Paris Metro.

Put Your Head on My Shoulder It's 1953 and The Marauders bike gang roll into the small town of Godric's Hollow. Remus knows the leader of the gang is bad news but he can't deny there's an attraction there.

Robbers Sirius and Marlene make a bad decision one day when they're bored. Inspired by The 1975's Robbers music video.

Satellites 🖤 Sirius is the guitarist for Starsign, a band on a meteoric rise to fame. In Glasgow one day he meets gig photographer Remus Lupin and it's all over from there.

Tag, You're It A Bring Black Back, post-Veil reunion with a fair helping of angst.

Television Romance - co-written with @brokentoasterrr Small-time criminals, big-time lovers Remus and Sirius plan a heist to pull the wool over the eyes of gang leader Dumbledore.

The Black Dog and the Wolf A Witcher-books AU where Witcher Sirius finds a werewolf on the edge of town.

The Morning Doesn't Reach Us 🖤 a modern-magical AU where Hogwarts doesn't exist, Purebloods are educated at home and, well, Sirius doesn't know about the Mudbloods. But one night he stumbles upon a Wizarding nightclub and no matter what, he keeps coming back.

The Music Room - co-written with @freedombooksflowers Victorian Scion Sirius Black needs a new piano teacher and Remus Lupin fills that position, and the space in Sirius' heart.

The Secret "Oral" History - co-written with @stonecoldhedwig We affectionately call this fic 'coke fic'. Sirius and Remus are at university in the 1980s and a note passed in a lecture sets everything in motion.

The Treasuries of Firenze 🖤 An Assassin's Creed AU where Assassin Sirius finds an artist in a market in Florence and is immediately in love, but the universe has other ideas for him.

Wildflower About You Marlene runs a cafe/florist with her best friends Sirius and Remus. Flower supplier Dorcas Meadowes is sweeter than any of her blooms.

You've Got the Universe Reclining in Your Hair At a Christmas party at the Potter house, Sirius and Marlene are dancing around each other and finally fall into step.

20th January 2019 After the wars, Sirius and Remus spend the moons in quieter places nowadays.

[murdockcastleslut]

i found this while i was looking for the romcom slides and i thought it was funny and that you'd enjoy it lol

i had so much fun reading this! enjoy my add ons/ ramblings

james - yes he did dirt as a child and the charm bracelet

i also headcannon that james has adhd and so one day effie gave him some of her cafe con leche and he fell asleep and she used it as a trick when she wanted him to nap!

sirius- yes yes and yes i also feel like he would let marlene piece their ears and anything else

remus- i would fall in love with him when he thickens up accent cause im a sucker but i love that it doesn’t work on everyone anymore

peter- he has a snack drawer and it has the best snacks imaginable

lily- lily reg and rem are my new trio their my babies and they need to be safe

mary- literally love that she is that art girly and that she designs the marauders + co tattoos

marlene- whats your favorite marlene piercing mmmmm kim? omg i need an au where sirius and marlene own a shop together. i now want marlene to dye my hair rn

pandora - um im in love with pandora like she is so pretty and nice and she looks likee she would gimme a cyrstal and tell me it just cause im pretty

dorcas- i need to be in the stands with her during a qudditch match pleaseeeeeeeee

reggie- barty i will be needing that picture

barty- youre beloved and i wanna hang out with him and smoke

evan- NO BECAUSE THE FIRST YEARS PRANK IS EVERYTHING. and omg if they see him making out barty like come onnnnn

[steelycunt]

hello oh my god HELLO!! insane ask prompt .. there's no coming out of this alive. but 2 or 4!! whichever choose your fav xx

HI YOU. god. well a million years later, i am here xx i'm so so so sorry xx literally nothing happens in this one either they're just smug and obsessed with each other but i don't let them be smug often enough so it felt fair xx went for two in the end xx

There’s this faint white scar, on his chin—it cleaves through his bottom lip, just slightly, and curls downwards. It’s the shape of Norway. Sirius is twelve when he first notices it, over breakfast: orange juice and fried mushrooms and his best friend’s mouth. He’s nineteen, now, when he kisses it, and that’s only in lieu of swallowing it whole.

“I need to show you—” Remus pauses, twists to spit a cherry pit into the souvenir mug they’ve balanced precariously on the chair’s arm, “I need to show you how to use the washing machine.”

Sirius stretches one arm across Remus’ waist; they’re crushed into the bile-yellow armchair they got from a second-hand furniture shop last week—a bargain, even if it took them the best part of the day to drag it, with James’ help, from the shop to their flat—and it’s all a lazy knot of hands and hipbones and dry knees, rucked up shirts and boxer shorts.

Tangle in an old shoelace. They’ve been sitting here, just like this, for hours—dust has settled, most likely. Moss has grown. My heart is like a wheel, drawls the record player.

“Not right now, you don’t.” His nose is digging into Remus’ cheek. He wants to kiss him, wants to kiss his lips and his neck and his eyelids and that lovely curl of hair, just there—which isn’t new—and so, without a second thought, he does—which is.

“Do it later,” he urges. “Won’t take long. I’d like to think I’ve acquired skills in my life thus far that will prove transferable to putting dirty clothes in a big barrel.”

“Well, I’d like to think so too, but then—I also thought you’d acquired skills that would prove transferable to using a hoover, up until last night. And my blind faith ended up making fools of us both, didn’t it?”

Sirius dismisses him with a gesture, plastic palette from the Co-op in hand; the little fruits roll like eyeballs. “You know, I’m starting think you don’t really care all that much about household chores, Moony. You just like seeing what a shite muggle I make, so that you get to be smug about it. It probably helps you cope with the reality that I make such an exceptionally talented wizard.”

“Wow.” Remus chuckles, draws his head back to look at him properly, to present him with this awful little grin—this boyish, tilting, fruit-stained grin. Everything is funny. Even the things that aren't. Days passing like the beats in a knock-knock joke. “You’re exceptionally bloody insufferable, is what you are.”

And, sat here, there’s this thing in Sirius that swells so fiercely; it bucks around inside his chest, which is the drum of a marching band, which is a pinball machine for the cherry pit he accidentally swallowed earlier. Except the cherry pit is his own heart. Except the cherry pit is the entire fucking sun. All orange.

He’s thinking about all that time spent locking themselves in broom cupboards. Co-conspirators, holding hands under the table. Notes passed on balled-up corners of parchment during class, hello, hello I like you do you like me, hello I want to see you lets skive off after lunch, we can snog behind the greenhouses yes/no? (say yes please.)

Today, standing in their very own flat. Putting their hands on each other’s faces. Not once—not fucking once, did Sirius have to check over his shoulder before they did it.

“I don’t think that’s true,” he argues, with a click of his tongue. “You seem to suffer me rather well. Look—you’re wearing my shirt.”

“That’s exactly my point, you fucking twat. All of my shirts are in the laundry,” Remus shoots back, and then—he kisses Sirius, quickly, on the mouth. Once, twice. Smiles, afterwards, as though he’s stolen something from him, and is now holding it out of Sirius’ reach. His stomach, perhaps. His spinal cord.

“What are you smiling about?” Sirius demands, regardless of the fact that he’s doing it to. It’s hard not to. They keep waking up in the same bed. His boyfriend is wearing his shirt. Later, they’re going to do laundry. He pushes his forehead against Remus’. “Stop it.”

“Nothing. I’m not, it’s only—we really live together, properly,” Remus says. He speaks quietly, as though their flat is a beast he is trying not to wake. “We don’t have to pretend anymore. Or sneak around. I just get to—suffer you, all the time.”

It catches Sirius off-guard, makes his face ache. Someone begs, let me roll it!

“Mm, lucky you,” he tries to tease, but it doesn’t land right, it’s all soft in the belly—lacks the snarky, whip-crack delivery he intended. He clears his throat, to punctuate it. Eats another cherry. Red flesh beneath his teeth.

Remus, watching him. His fine brown eyelashes. Sirius’ arm, draped across him. “Yes,” he agrees. “I think so too.”

[kdija0]

florist/bakery AU where jily own a cute shop by the sea together (maybe in france or cornwall) with baby harry and james beinh childhood friends with sirius and suddenly remus moves to town and jily act as cupid and set wolfstar up

featuring slytherin skittles as rival shop owners who eventually become friends with the maruaders and the valkyries

wolfstar being awkward messes

sirius thinks he can become a rockstar because he got one tattoo of a flower/baked good that james and lily sell a lot

hes a soppy idiot and feels the shop has extreme sentimental value

WITH onesided pining to mutual pining rosekiller and rivals to lovers dorlene and regulus and pandora being cute bsfs and also badass lawyers who stop the two groups from suing each other over accidental advertising during a traditional monthly farmers market ANDD they all end up working together when gentrification becomes an issue

and ALSO peter and mary being childhood soulmates who also babysit harry cos yes (i dont ship them but it suits the AU)

the valkyries become friends with the skittles first bc we need cute feminists bonding with barty jr

ALSO REGGIE AND DORA SPOIL HARRY LIKE 24/7 COS HE DESERVES IT

FEATURING BLACK BROTHER ANGST AND BLACK HOUSE ANGST AND JAMES HERO COMPLEX ANGST BECAUSE ITS THE MARUADERS????????

ending in a happy ending COS ITS A BAKER/FLORIST AU DUH

[evelyn-sage]

Just posted the first chapter of my new marauders fic!

Remus Lupin has to juggle working at a coffee shop, struggling with his health, and learning witchcraft all while falling madly in love with a certain angsty witch.

Sirius Black co-owns the new apothecary shop in town with his best friend, James Potter. One day, the most beautiful man walks into the shop and he finds himself obsessed. All the while, he is trying to save his younger brother, Regulus, from their abusive parents.

[imthefuckingmirrorball]

To the marauders writers on this app, there is just this idea that has been on my brain for so long but i can not write for my dear life so if anyone wants to write this go for it and tell me about it so i can read it, ok so jily dates for a while after school (it doesn't really matter if it's howarts or not, it doesn't affect the idea) they have harry, and like a year ish, maybe a few months after harry is born they split up amicably, a year or pass and they are just healthy coparenting harry while living together just not as a couple, and then like mary (who's been a super supporting friend all this time) kinda confess to lily one night that she likes her, lily is kinda conflicted about it but after some though she decides to go for it, AND THEY ARE PERFECT TOGETHER, they are supper in love, and we can do like a little time skip of a year or so after exploring their relationship while is fresh. regulus come back to town and reconnect with sirius and james (who's now living alone bc marylily got their own flat) (also for this jegulus must have dated in high school, and broke it off for some reason) so jegulus gets back in touch and get back together, and EVERYONE knows about it except sirius (he can find out later) so then marylily and jegulus can co parent harry. Idk this has just been smt that has been on my mind for a while and i think it has the potential to have so many good tropes and fluffy moments, it can also obviously have side wolfstar and dorlene

Also: here are a list of things that i have an idea for but don't know where to put it chronologically and also some extra details.

- they can have a double wedding (kind of a britanna/klaine moment but it was actually planed)

- harry can be the ring bearer, idk i just think it could be so cute

- peter can officiate bc their officiant canceled last minute and he randomly has an officiants linces he got years ago

- dual pov from lily and james

- lily comes to terms with being a lesbian at some point of the story (that's just my personal headcannon for her)

- dorlene can be a fashion designer and dessing marylily's and jegulus' suits and dresses (also lily can pull a Santana and wear a suit bc she would totally rock it)

- wolfstar can be the flower girls (like in those tik tok videos where the brother of the bride trow the flowers)(they can be best mans too)

- KINDERGARTEN TEACHER JAMES POTTER (if it's a modern au)

- reggie can be like a business man or smt and at the end he quits to open a flower shop ( yes i'm being cliche)

- LATINX LILY EVANS AND REMUS LUPIN, I WILL NOT CAVE ON THIS AS A LATINA I NEED A FIC WHERE THEY ARE LATINX. And if anyone who might wanna write this isn't latinx (or chilean bc as one i specifically need remus to be one) i can provide translation with slang ( of my country at least) and can answer any question about being latinx that you may have

- lily is nurse who also paints as a side job/hobby (this can also come to mary posing for her so that lily can paint her and having a cute fluffy moment)

So yeah that's about it, ik i have a mostly solid idea of what the fic might end up as, but as i said i can not write even if my life depended on it, so if anyone has the most minimum interest on the premise i'm begging you to write it

[ghostgardn]

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inspo is perpetuallydaydreaming's CHAMPIONSHIP CUPS

Reader is in Uni and works at a floral/coffee shop full-time. James Potter is in Uni and owns a rival bookstore/coffee shop.

This will be in tweets and messages, with an occasional text post.

a/n: ALSO peep the fact that I ACTUALLY FOUND a café + bookstore AND a café + flowershop ON THE SAME STREEEETTTT!!!! (in james & y/n's twt profiles!)

||*. Warnings: cursing & the occasional sexual innuendo.

||*. Pairings: james potter/fem!reader, dorcas meadowes/marlene mckinnon, mary macdonald/lily evans, remus lupin/sirius black

||*. Cast: ATJ is James, Ben Barnes is Sirius (hes partially faceless), Andrew Garfield is Remus, Maxwell Donovan is Peter, Beabadoobee is Marlene, Sofia Bryant is Mary, Anok Yai is Dorcas, Savannah Smith is Lily, Lizeth Selene is Emmeline Vance, Elle Fanning is Pandora Lovegood, Juno Temple is Sybill Trelawney, Timothée Chalamet is Regulus, Jenna Ortega is Alice Fortescue, Logan Lerman is Frank Longbottom.

taglist: here!!

status: work in progress!

updates: bi-weekly (in my dreams) or weekly :)

profiles: Y/N & the ladies, marauders n co.

all dates and times don't matter!!! (I'm too lazy to come up with a timeline 😕)

prologue.

chapter one.

chapter two.

chapter three.

chapter four.

chapter five.

chapter six.

[thcorvi]

to end sirius black's loneliness, call 555— pt. II

part i | part ii

pairing: sirius black x fem. slytherin reader

word count: 7.2K - ao3, ff.net

w: mentions of violence and mature themes? use of y/n

a/n: remember when i said i wanted to write smt shorter? yeah. also, i miss writing about dadfoot and baby harry already, there's almost nothing of it in this chapter.

summary: "Snuffles, I think I've found the perfect girlfriend for you to marry." Sirius blinked a few times. Pardon? That was the last thing he expected Harry to say at the moment. If it was Prongs, or Moony or even Remus' boss, Mrs. Lee, he wouldn't bat an eye. Ever since he had moved out of James' cottage, his friends hadn't stopped making small comments about every type of women they thought were 'oh, so perfect' for Sirius. Did he have some glowing sign on his forehead that read, 'Sirius Black is incredibly lonely and in need of company that lasts more than one night!'? Honestly…

"Do you want to hear something funny?"

James and Remus were sitting at their usual table at Three Broomsticks, two and a half tumblers of Firewhiskey already warming up their tummy, while they were gobbling down their second plate of chips, waiting for Sirius to return from the loo.

"Remember how we talked about how Haz takes his tastes from Pads?" James continued, "What if I told you I found out that he's developed a crush on—"

"Don't you think that L/N moving is a bit too coincidental?" Sirius sat in his wooden chair with a thud, cutting James off halfway through his story.

He looked at him, "What do you mean?"

"Think about it... like, of all the places in England, she ended up getting the one spot closest to Moony! Isn't that weird?" Sirius spoke like someone who thought everything he said was totally plausible.

"England is really not that big, mate, and why would it be weird?"

Sirius gestured wildly with his hands, "Cos she used to have the fattest crush on you back in school... and now she suddenly rented a shop close to your workplace...?"

The other two Marauders exchanged an amused look, and Remus had to hide a smile inside his tumbler before saying, "First, she didn't have a fat crush on me —"

Sirius interrupted him, "Cut this low self-esteem bullshit, Moons, she was keen on you from day one. Wasn't she, Prongs?"

"Who? Y/N? Yeah, she totally had the hots for Moony—like, in love territory almost," James nodded vehemently and Sirius was so keen on making his point, that he hadn't even noticed how sarcastic his friend was actually being.

Honestly, Prongs didn't need to be so expressive with his words either, a simple 'yeah ' would have been enough, Sirius thought.

Remus shook his head, "She didn't fancy me, and secondly, why would it be weird that she rented that spot... when I was the one who told her about it in the first place?"

The table's silence lasted for exactly three seconds, before Sirius screeched a, "What!? How come no one's told me that? Why?"

"Because she is my friend, and we've been waiting for the price to drop for a while...?"

All of Sirius' thought out words died with that answer, he really wasn't expecting that to leave his friend's mouth, "Hum, I didn't realise you two were that chummy, again."

"Here we go... " James muttered before letting a short snort out, "Merlin, it's Hogwarts all over again."

"What's that supposed to mean? "

"Uh, that mating ritual you did with Y/N back in school?" Remus took that one.

The man's eyes widened, "You don't think, I don't—I didn't do any mating rituals with L/N! Are you two mental?" Sirius' laugh sounded too loud even to his own ears.

"Aw, c'mon, Pads," James pleaded, "Don't you think we're past that? We haven't set our foot in Hogwarts in almost a decade, we went through a bloody war, I have a literal child... I reckon you can admit having a crush on a bird from eight years ago—even if she was a Slytherin."

"I didn't have a crush on her!" Sirius protested, crossing his arms petulantly, just like Harry did—the real contest now was to see whose pout could be bigger.

"Padfoot, when you weren't watching her with heart eyes from afar, you were looking for ways to rile her up," James pointed out, "and when you couldn't do that, you'd spend that time complaining about her."

"It wasn't like that," Sirius rolled his eyes for extra emphasis, even though all he actually wanted to do was grab the edge of the wooden table and slam his forehead into it repeatedly. A warmth travelled from his neck to his cheeks, in the same way it did whenever he got angry — only he wasn't angry now. "It wasn't heart eyes, it was daggers... And it wasn't like I wanted to actually talk to her, you know, she forced herself into our conversations, all like, 'Hi, Rem. How was your class?' " He twirled his hair, and then huffed, "How was I supposed to not tease her over it?"

"You know she did that because you blew a fuse every single time, right?" Remus said, weirdly interested on the conversation now. Before, he'd thought he was going to walk out of Three Broomsticks with one hell of a headache, because he remembered how extensive Sirius' rants could be when he was worked up—especially when it came to Y/N. But now he could see how fun it could actually be… mostly because they were having fun at Sirius' expense—but fun nonetheless.

Sirius scoffed, "I don't doubt that, that girl's mind was always set on annoy me! I've never met anyone as infuriating, I swear, and she's still just as she infuriating as she was back then."

"How'd you know that?" James' face split into a wide grin, "You only mentioned seeing her once."

Before Sirius could reply, Remus raised an eyebrow, cheerily, "Oh, didn't he tell you? Our Padfoot here has become almost a regular at the Dark Side, now."

It wasn't like that, the man wanted to argue... Even thought it was kind of like that.

You see, Sirius had developed this new habit as of lately, something very amiable and that had no ulterior motives, no matter how many times Remus gave him that specific look...

Just that every time it was his day to pick up Harry from preschool, Sirius started to stop by that same café he'd visited last time, and simply bought a coffee or a tea and delivered it by hand to his good old friend Moony's work place. Sometimes bringing even a donut, or muffins, if he was feeling particularly kind-hearted.

All because he was worried about his mate and his terrible eating habits. Besides, it was an opportunity for them to catch up, since they didn't see each other as often as he saw James, who lived in a cottage across from his; and Harry, of course, loved seeing his Uncle Moony, and playing with Mrs Lee's kitty cat, who never showed its face whenever Sirius was too close... Most of all, none of it had anything to do with the owner of the record store across the street.

Believe him.

Sirius also didn't go there at a strategic time either, and he wouldn't lean against the counter while Moony worked, waiting for the time when most shops usually closed for the day, and then he also wouldn't wait for that former Slytherin alumni to open the door of the bookshop to say her farewell to her good friend Remus... Obviously not... It's just that going exactly fifteen minutes before the shops closed was just the most convenient time for Sirius, and if L/N had a habit of stopping by and striking up a conversation with him, what was he supposed to do? Be rude and leave her talking to herself? No, his parents did loads of bad, but he at least was well-mannered... when he wanted to be.

"Nothing you say will make me believe you, Black," Y/N shook her head, with a smile on her lips.

"Ask Moony!"

She raised her eyebrows, "Do you seriously think that I didn't know that he was just as bad as the lot of you?"

She must've seen the disbelief on his face, because she added, "He didn't actually say anything, but it's not very hard to guess... you have to be a little insufferable to be friends with a Black."

"You were friends with a Black," he pointed out, trying to keep his expression neutral.

"That's why I said it, I speak from experience," the woman replied, without the sad tone Sirius was used to hearing in the voices of people who had lost a loved one. "You ought to be barmy to befriend a Black... and Blacks are way too mad to befriend normal folks."

"I feel like I should be defending the honour of my name right now. I've never felt that before... wow... Were you trying to offend me?"

She grinned.

"Yes, a bit!"

See? Every bit infuriating as before.

Talking to L/N like that reminded him strangely of their time at Hogwarts, even if now was a bit different.

Now they were more civil, Sirius' hormones weren't going nuts, and he had no prejudices put in the front of his brain, that filtered any word or actions of hers as something automatically evil. Not like L/N and him were actually enemies before, no, they didn't trade insults Monday through Friday, and didn't scowl at each other over the weekend... although Sirius seriously enjoyed trying to rile her up, when he could.

But they were never friends either...

Sirius used to say to everyone that would listen, that he despised her completely — which, annoyingly, always made Y/N laugh whenever she heard it — all of this because his teenager brain thought that doing so would throw him off the rails and no one would ever be suspicious of the raw, embarrassing truth: that Sirius Black sported the biggest crush on the younger Slytherin, probably since he was a fifth-year, when he finally noticed her…

.

The teachers' stands were known by a small group of people as the most comfortable, and with the best view of the field, among all other stands on the Quidditch field; and it was for that very reason that three out of four Marauders were sitting in it now.

Watching the Gryffindor's Quidditch team practice wasn't something the boys were keen on doing... partially because it wasn't as exciting as the real game, and the other is that they also had other, more important things to do in their free period.However, ever since James had received the news that when Sanders graduated in July of this year, he would take up the spot of Captain, James had asked his friends to show up to support him.

And here the boys were, an hour and a half into it already; Remus helping Peter do his Transfiguration's essay, one that Sirius had loudly scoffed at and said the topic was so ridiculously easy, he'd already finished his during class; while practically lying on one of the stands, resting his chin on the arm plopped on the stands behind.

A noise coming from the stairs caught the attention of the three Marauders, and seconds later a girl's body came up little by little, until she stopped at the top of it; looking as surprised as they were to find someone else brave enough to wander there.

"Didn't know the faculty gained three new members today," she joked.

The girl was covered in a simple black robe, her hair blowing in the wind, undoing what seemed to once be a braid.She was pretty, and even though they looked about the same age, Sirius couldn't remember seeing her before — which wasn't too unusual for him, if he was being honest, as the boy didn't care for most of the people he went to school with... but this one bothered him, because she was pretty and Sirius always took noticed of other pretty people.

"I think you meant four..."

She shook her head, taking a few steps forward, "Oh, no one in their right mind would ever put me in that position, no. I'm only a mere pupil."

"I'm obliged to disagree with you, Miss..." he fished for her name.

"L/N."

She wasn't a pure-blood, Sirius thought with delight. This kept getting better. "Miss L/N, of course. I have to disagree, you see, 'cos I think any position would suit you." Across the stands, Peter's snort made Sirius' cocky grin widen.

"While you're completely right, I still don't think anyone would be that mad — even if they're apparently hiring anyone, these days."

Sirius didn't take what she said to heart, he loved it when they barked back, it made it all so much more interesting. It made them much more interesting. Remus on his right side apparently agreed, as he let out a breathy laughter out.

"Mad they'd be if they didn't," Sirius watched her from under his lashes. "Reckon I'd pay attention to class for once with a little eye candy like you to stare all day."

She didn't blush and lowered her head, nor frowned and told the Gryffindor to go eat shit, as the two out of three categories of girls usually did to him; not even the most common third one, where they'd blush and say, "You're such a pig, Black," but their words lacked any venom it needed for it to be sound truthful.

The girl just headed towards him, and to Sirius' surprise, crouched down with a distance of maybe a little more than half a metre between them.She had this expression on her face, which he would later just identify it just as 'That L/N face', because he never knew exactly how to decipher it; it was one where she looked amused, but you could never tell if she was laughing with you or laughing at you; as if everything were simply a play for her to be entertained, and you were one of little the actors.

"I wouldn't be able to pay attention, too," she said at last, a little smirk making a way to the corner of her mouth, "If I had that eye candy of a friend sitting next to me in my all my classes, as well."

And then, she grabbed a magazine that was hidden under the stand and made a show of winking at Remus. Before getting up and heading down once more, leaving a cackling Peter who clapped a flushed Remus on the back, and a gaping Sirius behind.

.

Sirius had become completely obsessed with her after that, he thinks with a grimace, in the same way Harry had become obsessed with any desert that contained peanuts after he found out he couldn't eat it.

The man didn't consider himself the Casanova he set himself out to be back in school, in fact, Sirius' always barked more than he's bitten—at the most, he must've actually dated four or five girls in all his years at Hogwarts... Not that none of it really mattered to him at the end, he could've dated a hundred or three, it didn't make a difference. Yes, sure, he wanted to get his prick wet as much as any other teenager around him, but for Sirius it was never just about that... He liked what came with it more, he liked that type of attention... He liked the prestige, liked how everyone else perceived him because of it.

Plus, the ego boost he gained from having several girls blushing and stuttering at his mere presence managed to silence that little voice that managed to get into his head and remind him that he'd never truly be wanted by anybody, even if just for a few minutes...

That thought he tried to push aside, and just focus on the girls, and the giggles and the clapping his classmates gave him in the back. It made him feel important; Hogwarts was his realm, and he loved to rule. (Harry's little voice echoed inside his head, something almost like, 'blah blah blah something about parental neglection, blah blah blah another about low self-esteem).

Who cared, anyway?

"I thought you were fit, obviously," Sirius said, without a hint of embarrassment, when they touched on the topic of their first impressions the other day.

The two had stopped bothering Remus in his work environment for a few days now, L/N once saying she needed to work and Sirius following her to the Dark Side because he couldn't let her have the last word in a very important discussion about the best Black Sabbath song. She said Sirius' opinion didn't count in this matter, because anyone who didn't like 'Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy ' couldn't be trusted to have a good opinion on anything else.

The woman was sitting at the shop counter with her legs crossed, as she usually did, while Sirius was leaning his back against it, at her side. Two empty coffee cups could be seen at the end, where they had been pushed aside some time ago.

She mouthed 'obviously' with a slight roll of her eyes, before looking away thoughtfully, "Hmm, mine's probably that you were... reserved?"

Sirius looked at her sideways, confused. Perhaps an 'arrogant', or 'a prat' would be his first choices, but, "Reserved? That's what you took from that day on the Pitch?"

She was the one who looked confused now, before shaking her head, "Oh, no, no. That day wasn't the first time I saw you. Unlike you, Black, I look beyond my own nose sometimes... No, it was supper I think, I remember looking around, and you were sitting right across from me, at the Gryffindor table. Everyone around you was talking over each other, and laughing, but you were just lost in your thoughts, not even blinking."

Sirius certainly didn't remember that, but he was pleased to know that he wasn't the only one who was affected by the other's presence when they met, even if she thought he was reserved and nothing like his usual self.

"All I hear is that you were already longing after me even before we— wait, was that day at the pitch even real? Or was it all a ruse to get me all alone?" Sirius smirked.

"You weren't even alone that day, tosser." She mimicked his smirk, "but funny how first impressions are, heh. Who would've thought that that same pensive boy, would turn out to be the same one who'd stop my practice to yell about how great my ass looked in my Quidditch robes."

Sirius held up his finger, "Now, wait a minute. You're spreading falsehoods!"

"Falsehoods?" Y/N put her hands on the counter, then lowered her voice, in a terrible impression of him, "Hey, L/N, is your new plan to distract the entire Gryffindor team with those new trousers?Meh, anything is better than your Chaser skills, at this point."

"I was offending you, you were aware of that, right?" Sirius put his hand on her shoulder for a second, feigning concern.

"You say that," she said, "But I've had years of experience in Black's words of ambiguity . You expect me to believe you weren't the one who ended up distracted by my trousers?"

His eyes automatically went to her bottoms, which were also covered in tight trousers, only this was one of those bell-bottoms that were sadly barely seen on Muggle streets over nowadays. Yeah ... uh, what were they talking about?

That was one of the things Sirius has always got weirdly irked about their weird relationship: the fact that he always ended up way more affected by things than L/N. In his normal day to day, it was complete the opposite—he was the one who afflicted someone. But since he could remember, all it took for him to get into a fit of misfiled anger was for Y/N to simply give him a cheeky grin... but her? Sirius could literally imply that she was pants at one of her passions, and she'd only give him that same amused face—or if she was feeling playful, she'd dramatically pretend to be angry at him for a bit.

"Uh, it's not my fault they were so tight. Prongs' wasn't like that!"

"Oh, yes, it was," she wiggled her brows.

"Ew, ew, ew. Stop that right now!" Sirius shook his head with a shudder, even if he had seen James' naked… everything more times he could count. "Merlin, witch. My brother, Moony and now Prongs. Who among my friends didn't you fancy at school?"

Besides him.

"How high are you right now? Reg, your friends?"

"Don't play coy now, everyone knew you fancied Moony back in school, and you said it yourself, the experience in Black's words of ambiguity."

Y/N threw her head back with a laugh, exposing the soft expanse of her neck. "Oh, you're keeping me young, Black. Sure, Remus and Potter are fit, but your brother being anything but extremely blunt with me? Not the Reg that I knew."

Sirius frowned, wait... if it wasn't about Regulus, then it was about...

"Don't tire your pretty little head out... Your brain is not used to such mechanics yet, you don't want to blow a fuse," Y/N said with a laugh, then ruffled his hair, before jumping off the counter and heading towards the costumer who had just entered the store.

.

Sirius had completely given up on the excuses he was making before to go see Y/N, and now at least once or twice a week, Remus could find his friend across the street, with little Harry on his toll, as he bugged his new apparent friend in her workplace.

They moved from standing in the middle of the bookshop, bothering Remus off and giving Mrs Lee plenty to gossip about; to sitting at the counter of the Dark Side, when the store was empty and Y/N had no work to do so; or leaning at the front door, watching as the sky darkened, as they stood talking until Remus closed the bookshop and reminded them they've been talking for far too long.

"Black, be a doll and carry that box for me," L/N gave him a sweet smile, adding a, "please? "

Rolling his eyes dramatically, Sirius still grabbed the card box off the counter, and jokingly said, "I thought you were all in for the equal rights movement. Weren't you supposed to show me you can carry that box all by yourself?"

They walked side by side, Y/N leading him as she went to one of the shelves further back—the pop music isle.

"Where's the fun in that? I get men to do what I don't want to as a way of reparation," she said, "besides, don't you think it's a good deal? I get to be lazy, and you get to look at a pretty bird for a couple of minutes."

It was a good deal, Sirius agreed, as he was in fact carrying that box and also enjoying the view. "That's such a snake thing to say."

"Is it?" she looked up at him, "I've always thought it to be such bullshit. I mean, I knew for a fact that loads of people pretended to be something they were not, to fit into their House's archetype."

Oh, that hit Sirius straight in that sore spot… If there was something he still carried a large amount of pride in, it was in that fact that he was chosen to be a Gryffindor, instead of a Slytherin; and how that showed everyone, and him, how truly different from his family he truly was. And having someone talking about students faking an archetype struck a chord with him. His shoulders straightened up, his voice a tad too much condescending when he said, "You're aware that who decides that is a magical hat, right?"

The woman turned to him, stunned by his sudden change of mood. "Yeah...? He poked inside my brain too, I'm sure you remember."

"Then you should know it doesn't take pretence into account, If you're a Gryffindor, you are a Gryffindor. If you're a Snake, you are a Snake."

"OK... I touched a nerve there."

Sirius replied with false nonchalant, "You didn't touch anything, I'm simply saying it. You shouldn't shit on an old, brilliant piece of magic, just because you weren't happy with the House you were sorted into."

She wasn't one to knowingly rise to someone's bait, the whole show of arguing and throwing offences weren't her thing and she simply didn't have the short temper it needed to work. No, Y/N was the one who liked to stay sideways watching the entire circus catch on fire, while she enjoyed a popcorn and said some, 'oohs' and 'ouchs' , to spur the thing into a blaze. That unless someone touched a very pointed sore spot of hers—Sirius hadn't, but he clearly had tampered her mood.

"You've clearly misunderstood of what I said, but know that I'm still very proud of the House I was sorted into," Y/N said, watching him with a slight narrow of her eyes, "Although you've always made your dislike very clear."

"You cannot tell me I'm being a whiny bitch about it," Sirius let out a humourless snort, setting the box on top of a shelf, "Slytherin housed most, if not all, of You-Know-Who's most prized followers… truly evil people. You cannot look like me like I'm being biased."

She couldn't disagree with that, but the three other houses also nurtured known Death Eaters as well, one whom Sirius himself called a close mate for years—not that Y/N would've actually pointed that out to him, but it was a fact they both well knew.

"OK, yeah , but it also housed my brother, and me—and Regulus," she retorted, and when the man raised his brows mockingly and opened his mouth to say something, Y/N raised her finger, "Don't —I don't want to fight you, Sirius, so if you're still thinking of saying what I know you meant, I'll have to ask you to leave."

That was her sore spot.

Sirius shook his head, jaws set in place, "No, I think it's best for me to leave already. Harry is probably looking for me."

He came back after a few days later, with no Harry and an embarrassed look on his face. Sirius stood close to the door after greeting her, with his hands tucked inside his pockets.

If the woman was still angry at him, she hid it well, "Hey, where's shortcake?"

"James'," he said, before cleaning his throat. Merlin, this was hard... Why did god give someone like him so much temper and not enough to 'apologisement' skills to fix it later on? "Hey, look—"

"I have inventory to do, d'you mind carrying that other box for me?" Y/N pointed towards the box on the floor.

Sirius looked at her face for a few seconds, recognizing the olive branch she was throwing his way, and smiled slightly. Rolling his eyes for drama, he sighed, "If I truly must... I don't know how this place ran without my strong arms to aid you this entire time."

Similar to that last day, they walked side by side.

"He cares," she said, "But don't worry, Remus has done a beautiful job."

He huffed a, "Moony ? No, he's a weakling," even if he knew, in fact, that Moony was not a weakling any more. Who knew that working out daily would've helped him with his monthly transformations?

Had Sirius mentioned that he needed to step up his working out routine?

They continued in a comfortable silence, Sirius practically hugging the box, while L/N was in front of him looking through the vinyls, searching for the titles that belonged in that section. Her tongue sticking out slightly, while she concentrated. Sirius could smell the fruity scent of her shampoo from where he was standing.

Merlin, she was a cute one.

"So, a record store..." Sirius broke the silence, "I never thought you'd do anything so... muggle . Heard Slughorn praising you in one of our classes a couple of times, thought you'd become a fancy Potioneer or something."

"Me? Oh, he must've meant my brother. I blew too many cauldrons for it to be me... Slug's day became brighter the day Reg and I started pairing up," she said, before blowing off a few strands of hair out of the face. "I dunno, records stores have always caught my attention... I wanted to build one in the wizarding world, to finally bring some good music to their depressing lives, but there's literally no available slot, so this one will do for now... I quite like it, to be honest. I've even applied to install a Floo Network in the back, so at least wizarding folks can come by quicker."

"Oh, purebloods wouldn't know what a good song is even if it hit them in the face," Sirius nodded in agreement. "You should talk with Prongs, he can speed that Floo thing up for you... but yeah, it's kind of hard to find rental places. I mean, mine was pure luck."

"At Diagon, right? I've walked by it a few times... It looks really good. Magical vehicles, right... what's the story?"

Sirius scratched his chin, "Um, there wasn't any big 'oh' moment... The Potters gave me a motorbike as a graduation gift, and I spent the entire summer of that year tinking with it... I've had a couple of blokes come up to me and ask me about it, but never gave it too much thought... until years later, when I had to go somewhere with baby Harry, and realized that every magical transportation is either too dangerous or not recommended for children until a certain age. That's when I started to do some work here and there for other people, until I decided to actually do something bigger with it."

"Stop it, now. Where is the boasting?" she asked, "You created a way to make Muggle cars fly, while invisible and safely... I literally saw a pureblood hiking on a Harley last week, and you're not boasting!? The only time I gave you a chance."

Sirius shrugged, he never knew what to say whenever people brought his business up, so he just watched Y/N in amusement.

She put the vinyl she was holding on top of the box, and turned to him, "In all seriousness, I think it's bloody brilliant, Black! Honestly... I've never seen anything like it before. I knew you were smart, but I can't even begin to think of the amount of 'tinking' you had to do to perfect a magic like that."

Sirius didn't say anything for a while.

That was perhaps the first time Y/N had ever said something to him that seemed to be one hundred percent sincere, one that didn't have any laugh, or that glint of mischievousness in her eyes. Sirius was taken aback by the openness of her face right now... Their conversations didn't go like that, usually they stayed on the topics of shared interest of theirs—music, books and muggle culture, the most personal ever being Harry... But even in his surprise, Sirius couldn't help but crack a big, genuine smile.

His shop was a very important matter to Sirius, one that always brought him tremendous proudness, since it has always been completely his.

His parent's money or rotten fingers have never touched that puzzle piece of his life... and it felt good to be seen, to be recognised by something he's done other than something he was born with.

Especially by someone, he realised, that he apparently started to appreciate their opinion as of lately.

Sirius tucked a piece of his hair behind his ear, "What about here? What's the story?"

She smiled, letting out a breathy laughter, "Oh, mine is very cheesy, I had that 'oh' moment you mentioned... I dunno, I've always loved music, I even tried once to meddle with my Walkman, so I could bring it to school, but loads of my House mates weren't very fond of Muggle devices… Anyway, I never really knew what I wanted to do, you know, but then one day in my fifth-year, my dad's friend got ill and gave him the two tickets he had bought to watch Pink Floyd's concert at Wembley... 'In the Flesh' Tour of '77," her eyes lit up, "I was completely mesmerized , never seen anything like that before..."

Sirius couldn't help but copy her smile, finding the way she glowed when she talked about the things she loved, absolutely adorable. "Was that your 'oh' moment?"

"Nope, that's when I thought I'd grow up to be a rock star," she made a funny face, picking up the vinyl out of the box again. "Can you even picture it? Little ol' me with big boots, shredding a guitar on a stage?"

He most definitely could picture it, Sirius gulped, images of her dressed in the tight black scraps of what the musicians he listened to called outfits; the leather, and the messy hair; the makeup melting along with the sweat that'd glisten on her bare skin...

"You could totally rock it, tho... the hair, the jacket," Y/N said, watching him out of the corner of her eye, "I mean, you do have a haughty little face, and walk like those posh wankers, but nothing that a little fixing can't do."

"Hey, now missy! You take that back," Sirius gasped, putting a hand on his chest, "Or I'll show you how posh this wanker can walk."

Sirius had no idea what he meant by that, but Y/N sang without a beat, a little smirk on her pretty lips that made him feel warm,

"Oh, is that a promise, Black?"

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Y/N L/N was a person he enjoyed spending time with... No arguments, that was something Sirius had accepted about this new chapter of his life.

Yeah, he'd had a teenage crush on her before, but he'd never really got around to actually know her… Not that they knew each other quite well now, but it certainly was much more than before—then, he didn't even recall having a normal conversation with her. And now, he's seen her enough that he recognised the repeated clothes she wore.

Sirius had always known that Y/N was pretty, that she had a sharp tongue, and if she'd been sorted in any house other than Slytherin, he'd have trailed after her like a puppy, until she at least stopped telling him to shut up for being annoying, and instead shutting him up with her mouth on his... That's all he thought when someone mentioned her name before; how her hot breath would mingle with his under the shadows of the alcoves that he wanted to drag her to, in his wildest fantasies, after curfew; or whether she'd be wearing the usual uniform, or if she'd be sporting those green Quidditch robes, all sweaty and clamped into those extremely tight trousers.

Not that it differed much now, Sirius grinned, as he apparently had an entire section of his brain filled with fantasies just as explicit as the ones he'd used to create in his teen years without even realising… But it was different, now, in its own way—their dynamic; they weren't kids any more, and despite that awful moment of his, Sirius didn't think about non-senses like House rivalry any more... which meant that there were nothing that could really hold him back from actually chasing after her like a dog, no pun intended, even if the wording made his nose wrinkle.

Sirius couldn't pinpoint exactly why, but it just felt wrong to say it like that.

But what he did know was that she was pretty, and seemed at least a little bit interested and that he had just acquired a new bed that has never been debuted before... but still.

She was a person he enjoyed spending time with...

"And then, and then, he grabbed it off the floor and broke it and Mrs Peterson did nothing!"

"She did nothing!?" Y/N asked, almost as outraged as Harry. If Sirius wasn't in the position of being the serious godfather who was teaching him a lesson, he's let a goofy grin with the image of those two together.

It was way past the closing hour, as it was visible by the dim light that spread across the store, but the three of them didn't even see to notice it. Sirius watched his godson explaining to Y/N the reason he was grounded for the week, while they both say on the counter, legs gangling on the air.

Harry shook his head vigorously, happy to have someone on his side, "Nothing! And I got so, so..."

"Angry," Sirius helped him.

"Yes, angry, I was so angry—'cos Anne is my friend, and she didn't do anything wrong, so I punched him!" Harry punched the air with his chubby little fists.

"And that's how you got that boo-boo?" Y/N delicately touched the bruise on his cheek, brows furrowed with worry. Harry hummed, shyly enjoying the woman's pampering over him. "Aw, poor baby."

Harry has always been a very clingy toddler. From spending his first year of life locked inside Potter's Cottage with only his parents for company, to then being mostly cocooned by two war survivors who were still scared for his life on the daily, it was almost impossible for him to be anything but extremely clingy to his family–but that was it, his family . Harry was just as wary of strangers as James and Sirius were, especially as everyone still fawned on him like he was a celebrity, a statue to be looked at.

So watching him accept the care and closeness of someone who wasn't his father, or him and Moony, with his little eyes closed and a faint blush on his cheeks, was mind-boggling to Sirius. Although he couldn't blame him, since the man would have done the same if he were in his godson's shoes at the moment—but that wasn't a thought he wanted to indulge in, much more.

"Now, can you explain to Y/N why you were grounded, poor baby?" Harry scowled at him, which would've made Sirius, in his normal day, want to squeeze his little cheeks, but that matter still left him on the edge. "Harry ... what did your dad say?"

The boy sighed, plopping his chin on his palm.

"Violence is not the answer..." he grumbled, "I should've told another teacher about it..."

Sirius could feel Y/N's gaze on him as he smiled at his godson, and held his open hand to him to high-five it.

"That's my boy!"

A few minutes later, when Remus had knocked on the door to say they would be closing soon, and Sirius told Harry to go with him to get his belongings, Y/N looked at him and fake-whispered, "So, we all agree that the other kid totally deserved it, right?"

"Oh, yeah," Sirius agreed instantly, watching her shutting the blue panel blinds, "I would've done worse, if it were me."

Y/N laughed through her nose, "Don't I know that. I'm surprised neither of you threw a party to celebrate his first fist fight."

"Don't act so surprised, we actually entertained it for a second... at least later on..." Sirius ran a hand through his hair. And then all of a sudden, everything he'd been cooking about these past few days started to come out of his mouth like a water fountain, without his permission. "It's just... we were so angry, you know, I've rarely seen Prongs that livid before... Someone hurt Harry , someone laid a hand on our little speck of human... I didn't care that it was another kid, just that Prongs was banging on my door and all I saw was Harry, with a face full of snot and a bruise forming on his cheek," Sirius shook his head, fists clenching. "I wanted to hunt that children's father and beat him to pulp... I guess it clocks with that Black madness you mentioned before."

"That's not madness," she instantly replied, "besides, wanting to hurt someone and actually hurting someone are two very distinct things."

Sirius had the clear feeling that Y/N understood what he meant without him needing to explain himself further.

"He can't grow up thinking it's OK to hurt someone like that... can't have that type of madness in him, Lily would've hated that... It's Harry, you know, he's supposed—he's the best of us."

The two fell into a thoughtful silence, just as Sirius realised what he had just done and was waiting for the absolute horror that it'd strike him at any second. What had just happened?

Sirius wasn't the type to talk about his inner thoughts, in fact, he liked to keep his feelings in a little corner inside his brain that he could never reach, until one day he'd have to deal with them exploding in the middle of a convenience store.

As if sensing the turmoil that the man next to her was going through, Y/N hummed, "So you want him to be Remus?"

Sirius caught himself snorting, silently thanking her for the exit she'd given him. "I said the best of us—not the most boring of us, please."

"You know, Black," L/N said, a few long seconds of silence later, when she was closing the front door, "You've changed a lot since Hogwarts."

"Handsomer, I know. No one ever thought possible, but here I stand," Sirius untucked the hair from behind his ears. If there was one thing he was a master at doing, it was running away from matters he didn't want to talk about and pretending it was all one big joke.

"Handsomer?" L/N turned and gave him her full attention, running her eyes over Sirius as if she was analysing him.

When it came to appearance, Sirius had never really felt insecure before—of course, everyone had their moments, but his moments were never something that lasted long or were even frequent. Sirius' insecurities have always been more internal than anything else... But he couldn't lie and say that there wasn't something quite unnerving about how Y/N was studying him like that; more so, because Sirius wanted her eyes to always be on him—to find him attractive. In fact, he knew that she looked at him, he felt the weight of her eyes before and usually basked on the feeling of it. But no one had ever stopped, and looked at every part of him so bluntly, without any pretence—especially after he was still feeling a bit vulnerable after what he's said.

But her gaze didn't feel too heavy, nor too judgemental and as Y/N brought her hand closer to his face and touched the tips of his hair, then releasing it as if she's never even moved, Sirius realised how close they really were.

"I dunno..." she gave him a small smile. "But you're giving me long-haired Harrison vibes right now."

Sirius grabbed the strands she'd touched and actually looked at it. His hair had grown quite a bit since his years at Hogwarts; from the shaggy cut he'd sported, Sirius' raven hair touched his shoulders now.

"Everyone knows Harrison looked hotter with long-ish hair anyway, so I'll take the compliment."

Letting out a breathy laugh, L/N looked around before putting the usual wards in place.

"I think the change did you good. I like it."

Sirius had understood exactly what her ambiguous words meant, but his discomfort didn't let him do anything more than fiddle with his hair again, like a nervous tic.

"And the hair too, of course, it suits you— both," she added.

A warmth travelled from his neck to his cheeks, exactly like that night at Three Broomsticks, and Sirius now couldn't pretend that the loud thumping of his heart hadn't meant anything other than a reaction from what the woman had said...

Merlin, he was completely fucked, wasn't him?