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i just had a goofy headcanon:
marlene taught sirius how to do eyeliner for fun on a girls night (i’m a firm believer than genderfluid sirius was invited to girls night) or potentially even like when they dated (fifth year because marlene didn’t realise they were a lesbian and sirius didn’t realise it was gender envy).
anyway, one day, idk when it fits in my personal timeline, probably end of sixth year/start of seventh year, marlene and sirius have a massive fight because marlene gets annoyed that sirius is getting better at eyeliner than her. it takes intervention from all their friends to get them talking again after like 2 weeks but even then it takes months for them to get back to normal (marlene probably cuts sirius’s hair while they’re sleeping) and sirius ends up giving marlene a stick and poke to resolve the tension.
#dead gay wizards#marauders#sirius black#marlene mckinnon#genderfluid sirius my beloved#genderfluid sirius black#nonbinary marlene mckinnon#i will die on my enby marlene hill#sirius black in eyeliner gives me life#sirius definitely gives stick and pokes to his friends and literally anyone who asks
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Animagus r & Sirius cuddling in their animagus forms <3.
Love the series btw, ur amazing!!!
based on all of those sweet videos of cats disappearing when cuddled by their dog friends <33
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James stomps into the room sounding more like an elephant than a deer, and Sirius is surprised that, when he huffs after scanning the room for a split second, he doesn't trumpet as well.
"Well, shit," James concludes, tossing his books haphazardly onto his bed and ignoring the way the hardback covers clack together, "I was lookin' for y'girlfriend, Pads. Gotta pass on a message from Marlene for her."
Remus glances up from a sock that he's patching up, brows furrowed, "She's here, Prongs. She's- she was here."
Both men frown confusedly at the big black dog who regards them with nothing short of complete and total lazy indifference. It takes another prod from Remus, a, "Pads. Where did Y/N go?" to get him to blink, exhaling an irritated puff from his wet nose.
He lifts his head from where it had been nearly resting on his haunch, revealing your much smaller feline form curled up inside of the space he'd created with his massive furry figure. Somehow he'd managed to completely envelop you, and you blink at the light that invades your eyes now that you're no longer engulfed by the black dog.
James lets out a bark of laughter not unlike you'd hear from Sirius at the sight, but tamps it down to a poorly-concealed snort when you flex your claws at him. He clears his throat, a grin still lingering on his face, "Uh, right. Marlene told me to tell you she's stealing your eyeliner for tonight's party, but that she'll give it back tomorrow morning. And- and that she's gonna wear your flats, too. The black ones. Anyways, uh- try not to crush her, Pads."
Sirius takes it as your dismissal, curling back in on himself and sealing you into his heated embrace once more. James and Remus are left to wonder how you can breathe with Sirius surely smothering you, but within mere seconds they can hear a purr rev to life from beneath Sirius's furry chin.
Perhaps, James muses, there's more to life than breathing. But as someone who lives with Sirius, who has to fight through a pile of the man's dirty laundry to get to the shower every day, he hopes you'll survive the stench.
#sirius black x reader#sirius black imagine#sirius black scenario#sirius black oneshot#sirius black one-shot#sirius black one shot#sirius black headcanon#sirius black headcanons#sirius black hc#sirius black hcs#sirius black fanfiction#sirius black fanfic#sirius black fic#sirius black blurb#sirius black drabble#sirius black dialogue#sirius black fluff#sirius black x reader fanfiction
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would u maybe do another bodyguard sirius maybe night time domesticity having a cup of tea while he’s still technically on shift before he clocks off for the night <3
thank you for your request! bodyguard!sirius x fem!reader
Sirius' presence feels like a formality. You don't think your life is in danger, and it wouldn't be if he went home, so it's like your mam is paying him to watch TV with you.
"I don't… I don't know how the actress wears all of that armour," Sirius says distractedly.
You're making his cup of tea exactly the way he likes it with not too much milk and a tiny half spoonful of sugar.
"I don't think it's made of metal," you say, careful not to tip his mug. You're holding it by the sides, hands burning with the heat so he can grab the handle. "Here."
He takes the cup quickly, glaring at you for holding it the way that you are. It's one of the things you love arguing about most.
"One day, you're really gonna hurt your hands," he says, taking the mug, squeezing your hot fingers quickly in a silent thank you.
It's a more familiar action than he should really give, but you and Sirius are familiar. He's your bodyguard, he's your friend, he's a flirt, and he's smiling at you like he just can't help himself.
"I think it's made of metal, but not thick metal, you know? Titanium?" Sirius suggests.
"Titanium is really expensive," you say.
"Sorry, I haven't brushed up on my metal prices lately."
You sit down next to him and he immediately leans toward you until your arms are sandwiched together.
"She's so young. She must get tired doing all of this."
You look at the actress on screen and then at him. His cheekbones are high and subtly visible, a sweet line that demands attention. His lashes are thick. You've seen photos of him when he was a little younger than he is now, skinnier, with a darker tan. He used to wear eyeliner and band t-shirts and ripped jeans. Now he wears a form-fitting uniform with these should-be-illegal cargo pants that harass your thoughts.
"You could be on TV," he says.
"Black, if one of us is meant to be on TV, it isn't me."
He dips his head to yours.
His gaze locks onto your smile, and you abruptly stop smiling.
"That's what you think," he says, slow, each word feeling impossibly long and smooth.
You flick his tight bicep with your index finger. It barely makes a sound. "Don't flirt with me before you go home."
"Who says I have to go home?"
You lean in toward him, a sudden burst of courage, but you have no intention of kissing him. He startles, and you see a flicker of the man underneath his smoothness. It's endearing.
"Me," you say softly. "Finish your tea, Black, and stop torturing me."
His smile moves back into place. "I'll finish my tea. No promises for anything else."
#bodyguard!sirius black#bodyguard!sirius#sirius black x reader#sirius black fanfiction#sirius black drabble#sirius black imagine#sirius black x fem!reader#the marauders x reader#the marauders fanfiction#the marauders#marauders era#sirius black
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Remus was impatient. Sirius had been taunting him all week and it was payback time.
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Last week, Remus decided he needed to focus on exams and told Sirius no fooling around until after the exams. Rather than backing off, Sirius took this as a challenge.
On Monday, Sirius wore his hair up. He rarely does this, says it messes with his “effortless beauty” look. He knew it always turned Remus on and today was no exception. Remus looked up from his books to see Sirius lock eyes with him and tuck a strand of hair behind his ears, smiling seductively before returning to his conversation with James.
On Tuesday, Sirius smelled strongly of coffee and chocolate. Two of Remus’ favorite scents. He walked past Remus multiple times, once bending over right in front of him to pick up his wand.
On Wednesday, Sirius brought Regulus over and started speaking in French. Luckily, James came to the rescue and whisked Reggie away almost immediately. Remus was fighting for his life to not do the same to Sirius when Sirius came over and whispered “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?”
On Thursday, Sirius wore a crop top. His light arm muscles and lower torso exposed. The sword tattoo on his back, peaking out from under the shirt. Remus wanted him so badly.
Friday was the worst. The morning before the last exam, Sirius strutted into the common rooms wearing a beautiful loose fitting, A-line black mini dress. He had silver star clips in his hair which framed his gorgeous face, and a pink heart lollipop in his hand. And his eyes, his lovely gray eyes were framed by thin black eyeliner. “Wow you look incredible in that dress” James gasped.
“I’d look better out of it” Sirius smirked and winked at Remus, proceeding to lick the lollipop in a way no human who wasn’t making a sexual euphemism would ever do. Remus had to leave the room, he couldn’t take it.
…
Now his exams were over, and Sirius and the boys would be done in a couple minutes. He was ready to give Sirius a taste of his own medicine. Remus had on grey sweatpants and took off his shirt. He’s not typically comfortable with being shirtless around people because of his scars - but he was pulling out all the stops to tease his boyfriend tonight. He lay on Sirius’ bed, pretending to read a book, when in reality he’d been checking the map to be ready just before the Peter, James, and Sirius entered.
Sirius’ eyes widened in excitement seeing his shirtless boyfriend on his bed. “oh MOONY! Take me now” Sirius blurted out, flustered and practically leaped onto the bed. James and Peter ogled for a second. Remus was in really good shape, which was easy to miss given he only wore geezerly sweaters.
“I miss when you two were a secret” Peter sighed, leaving.
“Guess we’ll leave you two be” James smiled and winked.
“Oh no, you guys can stay. I was just about to go for a run anyway.” Remus stated mater of factly, giving Sirius a quick peck on the lips. Sirius leaned in for more, but Remus pulled away and grabbed his boyfriend’s quidditch jersey off the floor. Sirius went absolutely feral seeing Remus leave the room, wearing his Gryffindor jersey with “Black” in bold gold letters on the back. Sirius, completely dumbfounded, froze in place for a minute, realizing Remus was actually not coming back. James was on the floor laughing.
“Payback for the dress this morning, I’m guessing” James cried out through fits of laughter.
Sirius ran after his boyfriend. Remus was a much faster runner than he was so it took him some time before he found Remus. “Mooooony waittt” Sirius whined through labored breathing. “Mooooonyyy” Remus slowed down. “I’m sorry” Sirius breathed heavily “I’m sorry I distracted you… all week… don’t make me wait any longer” He breathed again, “please” he whimpered out.
Remus was about to give in, especially after hearing that whimper. He placed his left palm on Sirius’ jawline and tilted his head up to look him in the eyes. “Suffer” he growled, practicing the last bit of restraint he had left in him.
“Moooony! You can’t be serious”
“I’m fucking serious”
“No cause if you were we wouldn’t be out here” Sirius retorted. In the middle of all this pent up passive aggression, of course Sirius “can’t miss the opportunity for a joke on his name” Black would say that. Instantly, Remus’ stubborn resolve was gone. He grabbed Sirius by the waist and their lips came crashing, they started making out with an intense passion that had been bubbling for a week now. They crumpled onto the ground, Remus’ hands locked in Sirius’ hair. Sirius was caressing Remus’s face moving his hands down his chest. They broke for air briefly, Remus started trailing kisses down Sirius’ neck and fumbled to unbutton Sirius’ shirt. Sirius moaned softly, eyes rolling back - only to come to the realization that they were on an open field. A group of upside down first years in the distance appeared in his line of vision. He quickly cleared his throat and stopped Remus right as his kisses reached Sirius’ waist line. “Moony we’re in public” Sirius croaked out.
Remus almost didn’t care, but he quickly tried to compose himself. After all, a prefect dicking down his boyfriend on open school grounds would probably have consequences. “ermm, right” he got up, picking up a shirtless Sirius with him. Sirius tossed his shirt over his left shoulder, and leaned into Remus’ chest laughing. Remus all hot and bothered, was a little confused by the sudden fit of giggles but welcomed the embrace.
“All week of me trying to break you and all it took was a bad pun on my name” Sirius giggled. Remus started laughing too, as ridiculous as it was, that was in fact what got him to cave.
“What can I say, I fell in love with an absolute idiot” Remus joked leaning into a quick kiss. “Now I would like to be actually fucking Sirius”
“The shrieking shacks not far from here” Sirius said quickly, with a dirty twinkle in his eyes.
“Race you there” Remus took off.
“Oh Merlin, more running… Mooonyyyyyyy”
#wolfstar#remus lupin#marauders#sirius black#the marauders#james potter#peter pettigrew#remus x sirius#james x regulus#jegulus#regulus black
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Black sisters hc's
BLACK SISTERSSSSSS
idk where i saw this
but someone said that since narcissa doesn't have a star related name
her middle name is prob a star thingy
which i 100% agree with
i feel so bad i have so little headcanons for these amazing girlies 😭😭😭 most of my time is taken up by the skittles ngl
but since we already started with her
time for queen narcissa!!!!! (she/they)
ok i haven't read canon in a while so forgive me if this is wrong
but narcissa and reg kinda give me the same vibes
like they rebelled against voldy
but never truly got their freedom ykyk???
so i feel like they'd be very similar; like classical music, books, emotional masochist, etc etc
pls pls pls forgive me if this is weird
i'm not a big black sisters person sadly 😭😭😭
also they have the curlyest of curly hairs
and all the problems that come along with it
because i said so :)))
and NOBLEFLOWER AHWGAJVAJQVW
they're so amazing
idk why but she and alice are anwbjabqaj
next up we have andromeda!!!!!
i'm sorry but every time i hear tonks i laugh
it's just
tonks
tonk tonk
bonk
sorry that was off topic
andromeda queen!!!! (she/her)
shes an amazing bisexual and we stan her here!!!!
she also sucks at cooking
like she burnt water once
ted has to do most of the cooking because of this
and tbh she was probably shamed for her terrible cooking as a child
because the older black generation were def the type of people to go "ur a wife u need to cook" blah blah blah
she's also very similar to sirius in the fact that she doesn't give a shit about her family
she's blocked them out of her life and living very nicely :)))
fan of punk culture, but actually started getting into it when she met ted
CURLY HAIR CURLY HAIR CURLY HAIRRRR
this honestly goes for all of the black sisters
but doing their eyeliner with a knife
it's so them
sbajabkqbw
look i'm 100% self projecting here but she's probably the child everyone had such high expectations of
like "omfg this is the ONE istg she'll be amazing 🥰🥰🥰" but like more forcefully obviously
but the expectations all backfired and she rebelled completely (nvm not projecting anymore)
ngl andromeda and ted are one of the few straight couple i actually ship
they're really cute 🥰🥰🥰
that's all i can think of lol, lmk if you want part 2 with bellatrix!!!! (MY BELOVED INSANE GIRLYY)
#bellatrix black#andromeda tonks#andromeda black#narcissa black#narcissa malfoy#black sisters#the ancient and most noble house of black#mauraders#mauraders era#the mauraders#the mauraders era
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The Marauders and Lily Evans.
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Intro chapter to a fic I haven't worked on in a while but plan to (hopefully) complete soon-ish!
Let me know what you guys think <3
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The Marauders were the boys who refused to give up on a world that gave up on them. And they wouldn't have it any other way.
They were trailblazers, unafraid of being different, or making noise, or taking up space.
Anyone who saw them huddled together on the common room floor, or joking and wrestling under a tree by the black lake would say they were the happiest group of friends in the world.
They were reckless late nights and later mornings filled with wild laughter and infectious smiles. They were bonded as brothers, being the only true family some of them had, or at least the only ones worth counting on.
They were courageous, Gryffindor proud and not afraid to take on a bully or two regardless of who they were. They got into more trouble than they should and far less than they wanted to.
The Marauders were a force to be reckoned with, but they were also a safe place to go when you needed a friend, a group of boys who understood better than anyone else would, boys who cared, who cried, and who loved like no other.
Being with them was like sitting safely in the middle of a raging fire, warm and exillerating, a little wild at times but with the promise that they would make sure you'd be alright.
They were supposedly an arrogant jock, a punk-rock arsehole, a nerdy prefect, and a cowardly fourth wheel.
But in truth; James was the most caring person of the group. He looked after the others, reminding them to eat their food and get some sleep. He loved just as deeply as he laughed loudly. He lived life like he only had one day to make it all count, and would drop everything in a moments notice for someone in need. He spent six years chasing the same girl and never went a day without reminding his friends how much he loved them.
Sirius was secretly a softie, a hopeless romantic at heart with love of cheesy rom-coms and all things Remus Lupin. He sang in the shower and would die if he went too long without physical affection. He embraced his friends without a second thought and wasn't ashamed when Mrs. Potter kissed his cheek in public. He traded hair tips with some of the Ravenclaw girls and once let a first year Slytherin borrow his eyeliner. He loved hard, and once he found someone he cared for he never let them go.
Remus was the mastermind of half the Marauders pranks, he swore excessively and dog-eared his pages in his more well-read books. He called his friends idiots and laughed when they fell down, but was always the first to offer them a hand up. It takes a long time for him to trust but he always keeps his word. He has a sharp mind and even sharper tongue and could probably kill a man with just one glare. He's fiercely protective of his friends and would do anything for each of them.
Peter is the heart of the group, he's the one who brings the snacks during study group and reminds James to take care of himself too. He makes all four of their beds during the week of the full moon and keeps a stash of chocolates in his bag for Remus-related emergencies. He's always the first one to hug Sirius and James after a quidditch match regardless of the score, and never says no to a game of gobstones. He always pretends to hate it when they tell him how important he is to them but really it makes him feel incredible. His love is pure and straight from the heart and the boys consider themselves lucky to have him around.
The Marauders were much, much more under the surface than you'd expect. They were a family. An odd one, sure, but full of love and promises of forever.
And for Lily Evans?
They were home.
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#harry potter#marauders#marauders era#remus lupin#sirius black#james potter#peter pettigrew#lily evans#marauders headcanon#marauders fanfiction#marauders fic#the marauders#wip#marauders wip#ao3#wattpad#original fic#i have so many wips its not even funny
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2/9 Piercing Word Count: 725
(mcd, somewhat canon compliant, very brief mentions of child abuse) @jegulus-microfic
A blood curtailing scream pierces through the silence of the night.
Then the choked out sobs start.
“Regulus! Get out here!” Sirius cry’s, struggling to catch his breath.
Regulus springs upright in response. Bolting from his room into the center of the apartment. There Sirius sits at the dining room table, head in his hands. His body shaking with the force of his own sobs.
“Hey, hey, what happened?” Regulus asks. He’s now crouched down next to Sirius at the table in an attempt to get Sirius to look at him.
“Sirius, look at me! What’s wrong?” Regulus says, a worried look setting across his face. “Do I need to leave? Is me hiding here putting you in any more danger?”
Since the start of the war their worlds have been falling down around them. But Sirius usually doesn’t have much of a visible reaction to it all. Neither does Regulus. Both of them are so used to shutting down their emotions starting at an early age. There was no other way to survive that prison of a house. But especially since Regulus had faked his own death and ran to Sirius they had been rather closed off around one another.
Finally Sirius looks up. Blinking through his tears. Eyeliner running down his face leaving black streaks, fear deep in his gray-blue eyes. The same fear that now most likely reflects back in Regulus’.
“They’re dead!” Sirius cry’s out between shaky breaths.
“Shh, shh, whose de-“ just then Regulus sees what Sirius is holding. A now crumpled piece of parchment. The ink bleeding over the page from Sirius’ tears.
2 simple 5 word sentences. Both with enough power to pierce through Regulus’ soul.
James and Lily are dead. Harry’s the boy who lived. It says in a rushed script. The reality of the situation pierced through him. No further explanations or instructions. But nothing else put on that page could have stopped the ringing Regulus now hears in his own ears. The world spinning around him, vision going in and out- blurring at the edges. Stars filling his field of view.
Memories flood through him of him and James’ short time together.
How he used to hate James under the false pretenses that has stolen Sirius’ attention and affection from him.
How in his 4th year hating James became harder and harder to do. He fought against his growing crush by throwing harsher and harsher comments James’ way. And how apparently that just made James want to be around him and annoy him more and more.
How, one day in Regulus’ 5th year James had followed Regulus up to the astronomy tower with the stupid ‘Marauders Map’ in hand. And James had professed his mutual affection to Regulus. And how there they had had their first kiss under the stars.
How, almost 1 month later Regulus had first said ‘I Love You’ and James had responded with an equally meaningful ‘I Love You’. Holding each other in their arms.
How sitting side by side in the room of requirements they had planned out their entire lives together. Picket fence and all for after the war was over.
And how Regulus had come back to school after winter holidays his 6th year covered in injuryies of varying severity. Which had prompted James to beg Regulus to escape. To come live with him and Sirius. To which Regulus responded by pulling up his left sleeve. Revealing a black slithering tattoo that altered both of their lives forever.
James had since turned his back on Regulus. Leaving him behind, never speaking to one another again. Causing James to find a joy filled life with his childhood crush Lily.
Somewhere in the chaos of his own mind he thinks he hears the door swing open. Feels his own legs give way beneath him. Yelling starts, hexes flying around the apartment, the loud noises of things falling and breaking. Maybe even more wrenching sobs of Sirius’ begging. But Regulus can’t be bothered to care. Because James is dead. His James is dead. And he died thinking Regulus was dead as well. Most likely he died still thinking Regulus was a cruel and evil death eater as well. And there was nothing Regulus could do about it. Nothing he could do to stop the piercing pain of his reality.
#im sorry#Ik this is kinda sad#but this is what I wrote with the prompt so…#any way hope you like it#marauders#jegulus#james x regulus#Em’s microfics
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1.4k (gasp) for dear anon, AU full of - family, friends to lovers, and of course pining
It was cute when they were in school, the whole rivalry thing. Draco’s “I got an E in potions” versus Harry’s “my mum sends the best parcels”, Draco’s “Padfoot let me ride his bike” to Harry’s “I’m still faster on a broom”. It was fine. Fun, even, rolling around the Gryffindor common room, teasing and screaming and laughing, endless nights of sneaking around and annoying the shit out of everyone.
(Draco told him once, hiding underneath a desk in an abandoned classroom, waiting for Filch to leave the library. How his Father always said he’s meant to be in Slytherin. Father, with that look in his eyes, detesting and sneering and a little hungry. But then he got Moony and Padfoot, and can you imagine the look on Pads’s face if he got sorted there? Mental. Besides, who would want to anyway. It was better to be here with Harry, making sure his stupidity didn’t get him killed.)
It was still a little cute after graduation, when Harry came to stay with them for three months. Draco’s “I know the best restaurants” to Harry’s “I made your favourite pasta”, Harry’s “early registration” to Draco’s “already have a job”. Moony and Padfoot let them do whatever, almost, treated them like adults, in a way Harry’s parents never really would. Although Sirius got so angry one morning, when Draco came back from a night shift he wasn’t meant to do. He hasn’t told anyone about it, and Pads was worried about him, wanker. Draco had tears in his eyes when he shouted back, about back off and shut up and this isn’t even, a lot of “you don’t understand”s that Remus actually laughed at.
(Harry never had shouting matches like that with his parents. His mum would usually storm off to cool down, and his dad never raised his voice. But Draco and Padfoot made up before breakfast was finished, frowning around their toast and glaring at Moony, who was still laughing, and it was okay. Then at the end of summer when Draco handed them the envelope with all the money he’s saved—“I just wanted—to give you something back—” Harry was glad he’d be leaving soon, because it was terrifying, watching Remus and Sirius cry so fucking much).
It was less fun during Uni, because Draco never went, and Harry had no one to compete with. Draco got a better job than his crappy summer one, and Moony got him his own bike, which was really unfair. Harry’s shitty old car used to be his gran’s and it didn’t go thirteen miles without falling apart. Whatever. They met every break, sometimes during the semester too. Often as they could travel. But it wasn’t the same, because their lives were so different now. “Submitted my essay on the very last minute” didn’t really compare with “getting an actual office here!”. And Draco looked so grown up in his black jacket and that annoying new eyeliner-habit, so good and—far away, and it hurt, a bit. To not be a part of it all. Of his life.
(He went to see Father, he said, a rare three AM phone call the night before Harry’s organic chem exam. In prison. He went to visit him, mostly because—well, he didn’t really know why. And it was awful. Which Harry was a little happy about, because he always hated the man, and it was easier, he imagined, not to be so torn up. But Draco sounded so sad. Heart-breakingly so. There were lots of pauses on the phone, like Draco was smoking fifteen cigarettes one after the other. “Anyway,” he said in the end, sighed again. “Don’t tell Pads or Moony. They’ll break that man’s face, and I can’t have my real dads in prison, right?”)
It got infinitely better when Harry moved to the city in work placement. Draco got his own flat—a horrible, dingy little place he was endlessly proud of, and Sirius and Remus came by every weekend. Harry loved it and hated it and decided he was moving in too, to which Draco laughed and said, I already have a room for you. Supposing he won that round.
(it was messy, and gross, and wonderful. They found the best-worst pubs in the neighbourhood and became friends with the old queer couple the floor above. A lot of things became—clearer, and more confusing, and his mum almost got a stroke when she came to visit the first time, and dad and Sirius warded the entire place like it was a national security issue. It was amazing, and Harry was a little bit in love. Oops.)
It got worse again, because being in love (oops) meant Harry lost every single argument, seeing as he couldn’t think straight anymore. He forgot to tell Draco about his big findings because the bastard wore the tightest trousers. Draco’s ‘hilarious’ stories about his ‘hilarious’ ‘’handsome’’ (!) colleague made Harry green with nausea, which meant he couldn’t form any good rebuttals with his co-researchers. It was a disaster, and Harry hated losing, and losing to Draco all the more—then Draco got that promotion offer in Italy, and—it was getting worse and worse by the minute, because he was actually thinking of going—
(“I have to be my own man,” he said, with that face he makes when he’s hurt, like Harry’s betrayed him. “I need to find—it’s not that easy, not like it is for you, it has nothing to do with—” and Harry didn’t know how to ask him not to leave, how to make him understand he’ll be taking Harry’s heart with him too, how to keep Draco from doing what might be the best thing for him. So he only nodded and said, “You should go.” And Draco turned around, still shaking, and left.)
Then it was the worst, because Draco was in fucking Italy, and the flat was so empty it made him sick. His mum and dad came over, and when it wasn’t enough they brought Moony and Padfoot too, so his whole family was there, and they had nothing to tell him. Harry hated his job, hated his life, hated everything and everyone—and no, even if it wasn’t true, it felt like it, because Draco wasn’t there. Sirius patted his arm, and mum hugged him so tight, and Moony sighed, but dad was the brightest, because he said, “Why don’t you go too?”
(It took three Floo calls, a month of preparation, and five job interviews. Dad bought him a new suit, mum rewrote his resume, and with some of Pads and Moony’s contacts, they got him this magical-researcher position in Verona. Booked the portkey and everything, and didn’t tell Draco he was coming. And then, suddenly, they were all coming: always wanted to see Italy, apparently, and hey, they missed Draco too, he was basically all of theirs son, and—butt off, mum—didn’t help. They all got tickets on the same key, and ambushed Draco outside his new, fucking-gorgeous building.
He came down the street around half five, laughing with this handsome Italian bloke, and Harry wanted to die. But then he saw them all and stopped still in his tracks. Blinked and blinked for an impossibly long time. Tilted his head, blinked again, then said, out loud, “What the actual fuck?”
The others waited, thank god. Harry ran forward, so nervous he was choking, and said, without a single thought in his head, “I missed you so much. You’re so fucking beautiful, I missed you, who’s this guy, I missed you I missed you I—”
Draco smiled, that lopsided thing with the eyeroll and said, “I missed you too, but why did you have to bring my parents?”
And then he kissed him, and Harry felt like he’s floating, like fireworks went off—no, it was just the others, cheering like bloody idiots. Harry’s grin was so wide it hurt.
“I know the best ice cream place in town,” Draco whispered, conspiratorial, still smiling. “Fabio’s wife owns it, right around the corner. Want to go, catch up a bit? Just the two of us? Before we… with everyone else? I just. I really missed you.”
And maybe it wasn’t a competition, not exactly, but Harry still felt like he won.)
It got even better after that. Pretty-fucking-great, actually.
#drarry#1.4 k#prompt#wolfstar raising Draco#Jily raising Harry#is that the ship name even#friends to lovers#draco in gryffindor#AU AU AU#pining#family#it's a whole pack of em#Italy and soft rivalry and childhoods entwined with each other and#rockingrobin69#hello yes i am here
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Could you do a marauders x reader fluff?? Like a poly relationship and it’s like Valentine’s Day or sumthing love ur writing <3
Armfuls of Sunshine || Poly!Marauders
Word Count: 2365
A/N: It’s not really valentines day in the fic or any holiday like that, it’s just that swim weather is setting in for me and I want a lazy day at the lake with the boys so this is completely self indulgent. I know I haven’t been writing a lot I’ve just been a bit overwhelmed and I wish I could say that this is a sign that my life is mellowing out but I’m afraid that it is actually to the contrary. In summary, don’t get your hopes up
Warnings: hastily written, tired while written, fem reader, kisses, lake day so reader is wearing a swimsuit, mentions of Remus’ body image issues and allusions to Sirius’ past abuse from his parents
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You closed your eyes, leaning your head back to rest against Sirius’ shoulder who sat behind you with you between his legs. Sitting by the Black Lake he was shirtless, you adorned only in a modest two piece swimsuit leaving the skin of your belly exposed so that Sirius could trace shapes along the soft skin. With your back pressed to his chest and the sun’s rays hitting your front you were surrounded by warmth, like a nice little cocoon you were tucked into.
With your head against his shoulder you left the side of your neck open, vulnerable, allowing him to drip down wordlessly and brush his lips over the delicate skin before finding your sweet spot on the back of your neck and nipping lightly, his hands moving to grip your hips so you couldn’t squirm out of the hold he had on you.
“Siri!” You giggled, feeling Sirius grin into the side of your neck, getting just the reaction out of you that he had wanted.
“Shhh Puppy,” He whispered condescendingly in your ear, “Gotta be quiet, can’t wake up Jamie,” He nodded his head over to your right where just mere inches from you laid the slumbering boy, all messy black curls, hazel eyes, and with a physique that had you weak in the knees every time you saw him.
Currently his back was on display for you as he laid on his stomach, his hands resting beneath his forehead acting as a pillow, you admired the way the sunlight illuminated his skin and you could see the muscles subtly shift under that skin as he breathed deeply in his sleep.
Watching him, you became aware of just how hot the sun had gotten in the hour or so the three of you had been lounging out there, waiting for Remus to finish up his prefect duties so that the four of you could go cool off in the water together.
“We should wake him up, Siri,” You voiced, lifting yourself slightly from his lap in attempts to wake up James but quickly strong hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you back down to the spot between his muscled thighs.
“Oh come on baby, you don’t wanna do that, you know how grumpy the baby gets when you wake him up from a nap,” He murmured this mockingly into your neck, hoping that the boy he spoke of wouldn’t be able to hear him but as James let out a disgruntled groan and began to fidget you knew he was waking up.
Ignoring Sirius’ snarky remark, you leaned forward once more, this time Sirius’ hands just keeping a steady hold on your hips while making no effort to pull you back.
“Hey baby,” You crooned, supporting your weight on one hand pressed firmly to the ground while the other moved to bury itself deep in James’ locks, scratching with your nails the way you know he liked on his scalp, smiling at the content grunt the boy let out at your ministrations.
Gazing down at him you let your eyes scan his back once more, frowning as you noticed the slight pink tinge beginning to taint his skin, a precursor to what could be a wicked sunburn if not properly prevented. Letting your hand slip from his scalp you ran it down his neck and down his back, he was warmer than he should’ve been, it wasn’t just ‘laying in the sun’ kinda warm it was ‘beginning to fry’ kinda hot.
“Jamie,” You muttered again, louder this time so that you might be able to get more of his attention, “Jamie, wake up.”
“Hmmm?” He hummed, turning onto his side so that he was facing you, eyes slowly blinking open, squinting as they were flooded with the harsh light of the warm sun. He scooched himself so that he was still lying on his side but so that his head was resting against the hard planes of Sirius’ thigh, nuzzling into the soft skin half covered by his swim shorts which stopped at his mid thigh.
“You’re starting to get sunburned Jamie, can’t have our pretty boy getting hurt,” You explained to him the reason for your disturbance, returning your hand to his hair as he inched up the material of Sirius’ shorts to press kisses to his leg.
You felt Sirius shiver from behind you at the contact of James’ pretty lips on some of his most sensitive skin and you found his hand, interlacing your fingers to give him a squeeze.
“But the sun feels good,” James countered between kisses pressed to Sirius’ leg, not going higher or lower, just dancing around the circumference, tracing where the bottom of the shorts would usually sit.
“I know it does,” You agreed, gazing down at one of your three beautiful boys, “But how about you lay on your back for a little bit, let your tummy get some sun and then we’ll put on more sunscreen and hopefully by that time we’re done Rem will be done and we can go in the water.”
“Hmph,” James looked up at you, he was positioned in such a way that sunlight danced through his hazel irises, making him appear even more ethereal than usual, his tan skin glowing in the mid afternoon sun. He was the picture of effortless beauty.
It was unfair how easily the boy tanned, it was something Sirius in particular was envious of but as he positioned himself so that his lips were pressed to the shell of your ear, “He’s gorgeous isn’t he?”
“Breathtaking,” You nodded, only breaking your eyes away from James’ face when his eyes flitted back down to the thigh he used as a pillow, resuming his dusting of feather light kisses. “Just as breathtaking as you are,” Twisting your neck you were nose to nose with Sirius, pale skin stretched across his angular features shimmered beautifully in the sun, like someone had dusted glitter along his skin in his sleep making him look almost god like.
Your eyes flickered from his unnaturally ruby red lips to his grey eyes where you noticed a smear of black makeup beginning at the corner of his eye. You lifted your hand to your mouth, licking the pad of your thumb, before extending out from the corner of the boy’s eye where his eyeliner from earlier was smudged against his porcelain skin.
Allowing his eyes to flutter closed Sirius leaned into your touch and you felt your heart swell, there had been a point during your relationship with the three men where you reaching for his face would’ve caused him to flinch and back away, and even if your hand had somehow managed to make it to his face he would’ve sat there awkwardly and rigid until you pulled away.
But this comfort was a demonstration of the trust that had formed, not just between the two of you but all four of you, even if one member was absent at the moment.
“There we go,” You murmured, pulling your hand back to your lap, though Sirius followed it, not wanting to break contact with you until the las possible second.
“Better now?”
“Much.”
Casting your gaze back down at the near comatose form of one of your other boyfriends you frowned as James had still yet to shift so that his back wasn’t exposed to the sun.
Though Sirius pretended not to care as much as you he too noticed the pinkish tint James’ skin was starting to take on. Resting one of his hands, stronger than yours, on James' face he began rubbing small circles on his cheek, occasionally running his fingers through the other boy’s hair to keep it out of his way.
“She’s right Jamesie,” His low baritone sounded, “Don’t need you with a sunburn so roll over for us, can put your head right back in my lap, just want you to be okay.”
“But m’comfy,” The other boy protested into Sirius’ thigh, saliva spilling out onto the hard canvas of muscle.
Knowing that if James wasn’t going to listen to you or Sirius there was one person whose opinion would matter you spoke, “Can’t have Remmy worrying about you Jamie,” You implored gently, “We’re out here to help him relax,”
You were right, with the full moon in a matter of days Remus had been high strung, constantly fidgeting, lost in his head, spacing out during class while also hyper fixating on the most minute of details. The boy was a tightly wound mess and desperately just needed a relaxing afternoon with his three favorite people.
If he even had an inkling that one of you was anything other than completely fine he would focus all of his energy in on that, forgetting the real reason you were supposed to be out there together.
It was those words that seemed to reach James and had him turning over onto his back so that the back of his head was now cradled in his hands which were interlocked and resting upon Sirius’ thigh, his strong, muscled legs kicked out underneath him, his ankles crossed.
You allowed your eyes to run up and down James’ impressive form, thighs just as beautiful, but more defined that Sirius’ but hidden behind a pair of coral swim trunks. His abs were without a doubt the most defined out of all four of you, like his thighs this part of his physique could be attributed to countless hours on the Quidditch pitch, training him and his team ruthlessly, pushing every physical boundary. It had obviously paid off as the strong muscles of his biceps and triceps flexed as he had his arms positioned to prop his head up.
Flicking your glance behind you you noticed that Sirius was appreciating the view just as much as you were, and who could really blame you? James was gorgeous, and he was all yours just as the stunnig boy behind you was.
Once again pushing yourself out of Sirius’ lap you used your hands to stabilize your body on the ground, your palms pressed flat against the soft material of the towel that was laid out underneath you so that your face was mere inches above James. You didn’t even bother waiting for him to close his eyes before you were melding your lips with his, closing your eyes in contentment as you felt his lips fall open for yours, his tongue peeking out to trace your soft cushions.
Reaching a hand up to cup your jaw James used it to pull your face down closer towards his. You released a muffled “umph” as you were forced to drop from your hands to your forearms to support yourself comfortably and James gently took your bottom lip between his teeth, nipping gently as he deepened the kiss.
Before you could reciprocate, matching his passion, there were another pair of strong hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you away from James’ lips and out of Sirius’ lap.
You let out a high pitched shriek at the sudden, unexpected motion and with what appeared to be minimal effort the hold on you shifted from your waist to supporting you under the bend of your knees and the small of your back.
Not being alarmed as the deep laughter that erupted from the figure was not only familiar but reassuring, you rested your head against Remus’ chest, having recognized him instantly. Inhaling deeply the scent of the thin t-shirt he’d thrown on before making his way down to the lake after finishing his prefect duties you knew that it was no doubt either Sirius’ or James’ as the three boys rarely ever wore their own shirts, always preferring each other’s.
“Hi Rem,” You smiled, gazing up at his visage from your place in his arms, you squinted because his head was positioned directly in front of the sun, making it look like there was a brilliant halo glowing around him.
“Hi baby, I missed you,” He cooed down at you, pressing a sweet and simple peck to your puckered lips before rising back up to his full height, still cradling you in his arms.
“You can put me down now Remmy,” You giggled, not satisfied with the brief kiss he’d given you, you clasped his jaw similarly to the way James had yours to bring his lips back down to yours.
But once again, much to your chagrin, he kept the kiss short, no matter the firm hand you kept on his jaw, perhaps even shorter than the last once before pulling away and setting you down softly on the ground, taking great care to ensure you were balanced before letting go of his hold on you.
“Neither of those were real kisses,” You complained, resting your hand against his chest, your head at a near ninety degree angle to look up at the male who towered over you.
“No?” He asked teasingly.
Rising to the bait you answered, “No.”
“Don’t whine baby,” Sirius chimed in from where he laid, still lounging upon the ground, “Remmy’s had a very exhausting day (Y/N), can’t blame him if his kissing isn’t what it usually is.”
Pushing himself up off the ground Sirius sauntered over to where you and Rem stood, making a show as he carelessly flinging his arms around Remus’ neck.
“Now come on Remus,” He ordered with a false arrogance, “Carry me to the water!” Letting his head fall back dramatically he stood there expectantly but was met only with Remus’ light laughter as he ducked out from under the smaller boy’s arms.
“I don’t think so Pads,” Remus said as pulled off his shirt, you grinned at the seemingly unimportant action but just as Sirius trusting you to touch him made your heart soar so did this. Remus proudly and carelessly displaying all of the beautiful scars that decorated his chest made you so proud of the progress the four of you had all made together.
“Get Jamie to carry you,” Once again lifting you into his arms Remus pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, “Already got my arms full.”
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Undead Couple Sirius Black x fem!reader (fluff)
Summary: getting ready for the Halloween party with Sirius. Requested by anon 🦋 | masterlist
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"Look, I'm all in for matching outfits—" Sirius said, sighing. He was looking at the torn zombie/wedding outfits which were resting on your bed.
"As you should be,” you nodded.
"—but I'm not being part of whatever that is." He pointed at the masks. "The whole point of me going to the party is so people can be blessed by seeing my gorgeous face."
"Those masks aren't ours." You shrugged. "They're for Lily and James. I think they're dressing up as Phantoms of the Opera."
"Ooooh that's a good choice. We have to beat them!"
You frowned. "You didn't sign us up in some Halloween Costume contest, right?"
"Of course not, but we still have to look the best."
“Why am I even dating you?” You murmured, shaking your head.
“Because.” He pointed to himself like it was obvious.
You laughed, giving up. He gave a satisfied smile and was about to leave when you pulled him back.
“Where are you going? We have to get ready!”
“There’s still an hour left, Y/N.”
“Only an hour! I need to get you ready!”
“I know you want to see me strip but I can wear clothes on my own.” He said, kissing your forehead and trying to leave again.
“I meant the makeup!”
A sigh. “I told you I’m not hiding my face!”
You scoffed. Your boyfriend could be really stubborn at times.
“What’s the point of dressing up as undead couple if there’s not a drop of fake blood in your face?”
“What’s the point of anything in life? We are all an illusion of someone’s imagination—”
You were already picking up the makeup brush and you nodded towards the chair. Sirius, on seeing there’s no way you’ll be changing your decision, sat down with a pout.
“Ha!” After getting all the equipment, you rushed to him.
“Close your eyes.”
“No, you’ll poke the stick in my eyes.”
“Why would I do that?”
“How would I know? You’re the one who’s going to do it!”
You gave him your famous glare. “If you don't stop being a baby, maybe I will poke it in your eyes.”
He muttered fine and did as you asked. The next 15 minutes was filled with your humming, powder filling the air, his occasional complaints, and a whole lot of makeup.
You haven’t went overboard. First up, you covered his face with foundation to give him a pale ghost look. Then the toner. You stayed clear of creams because you wanted his face to look dry. He was supposed to be undead after all.
Doing the more dramatic parts were fun. You started off with a dark eyeshadow, but instead of doing just above his eyes, you used it under them too, giving him a Dracula look. The rosewood red matte worked perfect for his lips.
Finishing it off with a stroke of eyeliner under his eyes, you sighed in relief at how okay it all came together. You didn't need to worry about Sirius killing you.
“Can I look in the mirror now?” He asked, annoyed but you heard a hint of excitement there somewhere.
“Go on,” you shrugged.
He looked in the mirror and gasped. He turned to you with a joyful expression.
“We are so going to beat the Phantoms.” He said, positively squeaking.
You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help smiling. “Just don't do anything to mess up the makeup before we leave!”
“I would never!” He pressed a hand against his chest. You did not like the mischievous glint in his eyes. “Now give me a kiss.”
“No, that’ll ruin your make-” He was already walking towards you so you jumped on the bed and pointed your wand at him in warning.
“Fine, fine,” he resigned, and you got down slowly.
He smiled again. “Just one kiss-”
“No!”
#sirius black x reader#sirius black x you#sirius black fluff#sirius orion black#x y/n#x you#imagines#oneshots#halloween prompt#ben barnes#astoria writes
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SIRIUS/REMUS PLAYING WITH PUPPIES WHILE ANSWERING FANS QUESTIONS
Please know that if we ever met in person, I would literally lift you off your feet and hug you for suggesting this. My afternoon was filled with adorable puppy videos because of this!
Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!
“Can I have them?” Remus asked softly, staring at the person behind the camera with big, pleading eyes. “Please?”
“Do the introduction and then we’ll set ‘em loose,” Marlene said.
“Fine. Hey, everyone, welcome back to Lion Pride! I’m Remus Lupin and I’m here today to play with puppies.”
“And answer questions.”
“And answer questions,” he added. “Maybe, like, one or two in between snuggles.”
“You’re going to answer all of them,” Marlene said more firmly.
He rolled his eyes and took the lid off the jar of paper slips. “Can I have the puppies now?”
A door clicked open behind the camera and Remus lit up as four puppies tumbled into frame, racing straight for him. “Hello, babies!” he laughed as a tiny golden retriever jumped on his chest. “Oh, I love you so much. Come here, come here, let me give you kisses.”
“Question number one?” Marlene prompted as he began playing with them and rolling their toys around.
Remus sighed and pulled a question out. “What would I be doing if I didn’t become a hockey player? Physical therapy for su—ope, okay, you can have that one.”
The Irish Setter puppy growled playfully as they played a short game of tug-of-war until the paper tore.
“Oh no, it broke!” Remus exclaimed, giving the pup a scratch behind the ears while it chewed on the leftover scraps. “Yes, that’s all yours now. Next one: what is the best part about playing professional hockey? I get to do interviews like this.” One of the puppies, a medium-sized black one, began chewing on one of the laces of his Converse. “Excuse me—excuse me, young man, that’s my shoelace. Are you chewing it because it’s rainbow? Is this homophobia?”
“Remus.”
“Sorry.” He lifted the puppy into his arms and kissed his head. “Okay, munchkin, what’s next? What’s next? You’re so fucking cute, I just wanna squish you. Um, what’s the most common thing fans say when they meet me?” He laughed and the puppy licked his cheek. “Usually they look at me and go, ‘god, you’re tall’, which surprises people because I’m always around these gigantic guys. Do these dogs have names?”
“If I tell you their names, you’re going to get attached.”
“We have crossed, salted, and burned that bridge, Marley.”
“The one you’re holding is Mercutio, the red one is Juliet, the retriever is Pip, and the fluffy one on your lap is Lucie, after Lucie Manette.”
Remus’ jaw went slack. “They’re named after book characters?” he asked in a small voice.
“Yep.”
“Oh, no.” He reached out and pulled Juliet and Pip into his arms for a moment. “Oh, no, you all have to come home with me now. The next question is…would I ever do drag? Probably not, but I looked hot as fuck in eyeliner, so do with that what you will.”
“Which video was that?”
“It was the fear pong one, which I played with my fiancé and my friends James and Lily!” His voice pitched up as he turned to talk to Mercutio. “I did, buddy! It was so fun! Yes, it was!”
“Remus. Questions.”
“Right. What’s one of my weirdest or funniest fan encounters? There was this one lady, she was like forty-something, and she came up to me while I was at the post office and asks ‘are you Remus Lupin?’ and I said, ‘yes, that’s me’ and she’s like ‘from the Gryffindor Lions?’ and I said yes again and then she went—” He narrowed his eyes and nodded his head slowly. “—‘I knew you were gay. Good for you, kiddo’ and then left. It was the weirdest fucking thing, especially considering I had played, like, one game with the team by that point.”
“Are you serious?” Marlene asked.
“Totally honest. I never saw her again, either.” Juliet put her paws on the front of his Lions hoodie and began licking the edge of his jaw. “Hey, sweet girl, thank you for the kisses. Can I grab another question? No? Okay, we can stay here.”
Pip began yipping and Mercutio wiggled out of Remus’ hold, launching himself at the other dog with a tiny growl.
“Mercutio, no!” Remus gasped, scooting Juliet aside so he could put the two puppies under his arms. His hands were big enough to almost cover their whole bellies. “We’re not here to start fights, you two. Apologize.” They turned their heads to lick his cheeks. “I didn’t mean apologize to me, but okay. You’re so soft and warm, what the hell?”
“Next question?”
“What’s the craziest rumor I’ve heard about myself? A solid group of people thought I asked to be on the team, which isn’t true. I didn’t even know people were considering it until James and Lily’s wedding. Coach wanted it to be a surprise while he cleared it with the organization.” Remus shook his head and slowly petted Lucie as she napped on his thigh. “Is there a celebrity I’ve met that left me starstruck? Ha! Yes. There was a fundraiser a few months ago and Sam Neill was there, which I didn’t know until I turned around and he was about two feet away.”
“What did you do?”
Remus laughed and turned faintly pink. “Um, I made a sort of squeaking noise and he kinda chuckled, which was mortifying in and of itself. He goes, ‘hi, I’m Sam’ and I nodded because duh, he’s Sam fucking Neill, and then I mumbled something about Jurassic Park and he smiled and said, ‘son, you’re blocking the water’ and I just about died on the spot.”
“Did anyone see you?”
“Sirius was standing next to me the entire time and silently laughing his ass off. I saw them talking later, and when were about to drive home he hands me this napkin and it has Sam Neill’s autograph on it.”
“He didn’t,” Marlene gasped.
Remus nodded. “He did.”
“That’s the smoothest move I’ve ever heard of.”
“It was incredible.” Juliet waddled closer and nudged a red ball out from under Remus’ knee, which he picked up and tossed before taking out another question. “Do I appreciate when fans come up to me in public or is it annoying? Oh, it’s never annoying. It’s a little weird if I’m eating lunch somewhere or running errands and someone tries to sneak a picture, though. I love all the fans and it’s super fun talking to everyone, so please just come over and say hello instead of failing to be sneaky while I’ve got pizza grease on my face.”
“Even if you’re on a date?”
Remus snorted. “Okay, well, use some common sense. Pip—babycakes, stop trying to eat the questions. There we go.” He settled the puppy into his lap and rolled the ball for Juliet again. “In a movie about my life, who would I want to play me and Sirius?” He paused and looked at the camera. “I would want us to play ourselves, but only because neither of us can act and it would be so fucking funny to make the absolute worst movie.”
“Come on,” Marlene groaned.
“I’m being a hundred percent honest right now! I think it would be hilarious. We’d be terrible.” Juliet pawed at his arm insistently until he grabbed the ball, but she wouldn’t let it go and they ended up playing tug-of-war despite the fact that she had no traction on the floor and kept sliding around. “Aren’t you a feisty one, sweet girl! What is the most memorable moment of my life that I want to cherish forever? This. Right here, right now.”
“Really?”
“I have two dogs on my lap, one under my arm, and the other slobbering all over my hand. This is the best possible place to be. Wait, hang on a second.” Remus carefully lifted Lucie up and laid down, settling her on his abdomen as the other three clambered over to flop on him. “Oh, yeah, this is the peak of my entire life.”
“You’re not going to say your engagement? Maybe the day you started playing for the Lions?”
“Nope. The engagement was incredible and one of my favorite memories for sure, but I was shaking in my skates.”
“Just read the next question.”
“Okay! What’s my go-to karaoke song?” He hummed for a moment, then laughed as Lucie scooted up to rest her head under his chin. “I think it’s probably ‘I Wanna Dance with Somebody’ by Whitney Houston. Lily and I did a duet of that a year or so ago, and it rocked.”
Pip began gnawing on the cuff of his sweatshirt. “Pip,” Marlene scolded; her foot appeared in frame until Remus waved her off with a smile.
“It’s okay, he can chew if he wants to. It’s an old sweater anyway, and it’s not even mine!” He scratched behind Pip’s ears. “No, it’s not, peach-a-keen! You can go nuts with that as long as you’re cozy. What is…my favorite behind-the-scenes Lions moment? Our groupchat, no contest.”
“Does it have the whole team?”
“Most of us, yeah. You have to earn your spot.” Remus looked over at the camera and Lucie put her head on his neck. “Looks like I’ve been banned from turning my head now, huh?”
“Are you comfortable?”
“Marley, there are very few things that would make me happier than I am right now. I’m being slowly crushed by puppies and I get to cuddle them for free.” He reached blindly into the question jar. “This is a two-part question. Do I prefer big dogs or small dogs, and how is Hattie doing? I love all dogs, but I think I prefer big ones because they’re always so much fun, and I don’t feel like I’m accidentally going to break them if I move wrong. Hattie’s doing well! She’s almost eighty pounds and she’s at home with Sirius right now, probably getting snuggled within an inch of her fuzzy little life.”
“That’s the dream right there.”
“Tell me about it. Alright, sorry ladies and gents, but I have to sit up to get to the questions.” All four puppies made noises of protest when he started sitting up and he sighed, eyebrows pitching upward. “I know, I know, it’s really hard. Here, how about we…” Remus carefully gathered them until he held all four against his chest; their tiny faces looked out over his forearms and he placed a kiss on each of their heads. “Much better.”
“Can you get to the jar?”
It took a bit of maneuvering, but he managed to reach in. “Do you want to read it?” he asked Mercutio as the puppy tried to bite the slip. “No? Okay. What is my favorite thing about playing on the same team as my fiancé? That is an excellent question. My favorite thing is that we finally have the same schedule, so we can build in time to hang out more easily. It was hard to do that when we were doing different things.”
Pip yawned and the entire camera crew ‘awww’ed; Remus made a soft noise and nuzzled his floppy ear.
“I adore you,” he murmured. “I really do. Last question: What is my advice to those who want to follow their dreams? Oh, jeez.”
“You can take a minute to think.”
Remus crossed his legs and lifted his knees up so he could hug all the puppies at once while still looking at the camera. “The only reason I got big and strong is so that I can hold four puppies at once. Just thought people should know that. Uh, my advice to those who want to follow their dreams is to persevere. I never in a million years thought that I would get to play on a professional hockey team, but I worked really hard to overcome my injury and stay connected to the sport because I love it. If there’s something you love, don’t be afraid to hold on to it.”
“Wise words,” Marlene remarked. “Do you want to tell the fans where they can find the puppies?”
“At my house,” Remus joked. “But if that doesn’t work, they are up for adoption at Friendly Paws Animal Shelter, which is just south of downtown Gryffindor and has tons of adorable friends like these guys. Can I call Sirius real quick?”
“Sure,” Marlene laughed.
Remus gingerly lowered Lucie into his lap and pulled his phone out of his pocket, dialing a quick number before putting it on speakerphone and setting it down to pick her up again. “Re?” Sirius sounded confused. “Aren’t you still with Marlene?”
“Yeah.”
“…did something happen?”
“Nope, all good. Can we get another dog?”
There was a beat of silence on the other end of the line. “Marlene, what did you do?”
“It’s just an interview!” she called.
“What kind of interview?”
“Baby, they gave me puppies,” Remus said gleefully, burying his face in Lucie’s fluff for a moment. “Like, really good puppies.”
A long-suffering sigh came through the phone. “How many are you holding?” Remus hesitated. “Sweetheart, how many dogs are currently in your arms?”
“Four.”
“Holy shit, Marlene! You gave him four dogs?!”
“They named them, too,” Remus added. “Pip, Juliet, Lucie Manette, and Mercutio. Baby, they named him Mercutio.”
“This was a recipe for disaster.” Despite his protests, Sirius sounded intrigued. “How old are they?”
Remus glanced up at Marlene. “They’re all six to eight months old,” she said.
Sirius blew out a slow breath. “So they’re babies.”
“They’re all up for adoption.”
“We have Hattie already.” Sirius was wavering. “But…she might possibly need a friend. Maybe.”
“You already love these dogs and you haven’t even seen them,” Remus said with a grin.
“The names are perfect! What was I supposed to do?”
“I’m going to sign the video off and then call you back, okay?”
“Okay. Don’t let go of the dogs until I get there, please.”
“Wasn’t planning on it. Love you!”
“Love you, too.”
Once the call ended, Remus faced the camera with a smile. Juliet and Pip had already fallen asleep. “Thanks for tuning in, Lions! Be sure to like and subscribe for more content. Endless thanks to Marlene McKinnon for allowing me to spend an hour holding tiny dogs. Have a great day!”
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Happy Birthday Remus!!
This fic is written by me and the brilliant dani! @unadulteratedpaperparadise. she'll probably say we both did the same amount, but without her there wouldn't have been a remus birthday fic today, so give her all the love! she deserves it.
Characters by @lumosinlove
“I don’t know about this…” Remus said questioningly.
“C’mon, Re,” Sirius pleaded. “It’ll be fun, I promise.” He punctuated his sentence with a kiss to Remus’ ear.
Remus sighed, “Fine. One time and if I hate it, I get to do yours.”
Sirius' eyes lit up and he actually bounced a bit on his toes. “Hell yes, Re! You��ll look even better than you usually do.”
A blush crept up on his face and he couldn’t keep the smile from his lips. “So?”, he asked, looking expectantly at his boyfriend.
“Ooh, okay. Sit down”, Sirius barely hid his smile as he turned around to get the makeup from where he’d put it.
“Okay, baby,” Remus laughed as he sat down. “You’re really excited about this, huh?”
“Yeah, I mean I just think you’ll look hot,” Sirius said. “I mean, you always look hot but-”
“Relax, I know what you meant,” His infectious chuckle continued.
“Okay. Can I start? Are you ready to become even more beautiful?”, Sirius was smiling over both cheeks now as he picked up a brush and some kind of container.
“Stop it,” Remus blushed a little every time Sirius paid him a compliment, even after all this time.
His smile turned into a grin and he was sure Remus knew what he had gotten himself into. “What? I can’t tell my gorgeous, brilliant, wickedly hot boyfriend that he is the light of my life and the best person on earth? Now what’s the fun in that?”, he leaned down and kissed Remus’ cheeks, where his blush had darkened to a deep red.
Remus hid his face in his hands, willing the blush to go away. He stared up into those beautiful blue eyes and suddenly it didn’t matter if he was blushing; it didn’t matter if he was at the bottom of the Mariana Trench or the top of Mount Everest, he would look up into those eyes. Those eyes that looked at him like he was worth something… worth everything.
Sirius’ smile softened, “You’re perfect.”, he paused and just looked at the other for what felt like an eternity, “Okay. Makeup!”
Sirius pulled out the makeup bag that Lily had prepared for him. It was reflective, proclaiming “Find yourself and be that!” Sirius smiled at the wording, knowing that now he had found himself and that he was, in fact, being that.
He got out a sparkly eyeshadow and a big fluffy brush and then stopped looking a bit sheepish, “What do I start with?”
“From the one makeup video I’ve ever watched, I think you start with foundation?” Remus guessed, shrugging.
“Ah. Yes, of course,” he went looking through the bag again mumbling to himself, “Foundation. Yeah, I know what that looks like, I’ll just-”
“Glass bottle.”
“I knew that, but thank you. Foundation.”, he said as he held up the bottle in victory, accompanied with a sponge in the other hand.
“I think you gotta wet the sponge first,” Remus supplied helpfully (?). “I mean, I think.”
“You’re awfully knowledgable for someone who’s only watched one makeup tutorial, huh?” Sirius smirked as he splashed a little foundation onto the back of his hand.
“Maybe I watch the occasional beauty guru,” Remus conceded. “Maybe I watch beauty ASMR videos and if I do, it’s my business and mine alone.” He huffed out, a little embarrassed.
“You are adorable.”, Sirius placed a lingering kiss onto Remus' forehead, “And now, foundation!” The black-haired boy carefully soaked the sponge into the liquid and dabbed it onto his boyfriend's cheeks. “Is this right, Mr. Makeup ASMR?”, he asked Remus in a teasing tone covering his face slowly in the light beige Lily had brought them.
“Yes,” Remus gritted through his teeth playfully.
“Awww, you look like an angry little puppy when you do that,” Sirius cooed whilst continuing his ministrations. “Don’t pout, it’s bad for the makeup.” Remus’ eye twitched in mock-irritation.
Remus sighed once the other was satisfied with his work. “Concealer is next. So please, make these under eye bags disappear.”
Sirius acted annoyed, but he knew Remus could see, he was glad for the instructions. “I love them, though. They’re part of you. You work too hard, that’s what they show.”
“This is makeup. It’s reversible.”, Remus smiled. He had never liked his eyebags, which had always kind of just been there, but it made him warm up to hear Sirius did.
“Fine.” a pout on his lips, the taller man covered the skin under Remus’ eyes with a lighter shade, watching the light purple disappear.
“So pretty, baby,” Sirius said lovingly as he patted the product into his boyfriend’s delicate skin.
“Hey, that’s my line,” Remus reached out to hold Sirius’ left hand, which was resting lightly on his cheek to give him stability when applying the makeup. He gently tugged it away from his own cheek to place a kiss in between his boy’s knuckles. “You’re so soft here. I thought your skin would be rough.” He flipped Sirius’ hand over in his his, analyzing every nook and cranny, crevice and callous.
“Why would my knuckles-” Sirius’ affection for the man before him killed the query on his lips. His eyes fluttered down briefly then, softly, met Remus’. “I like being soft with you.”
“I like all of you, baby. Smooth sides and rough edges,” Remus said, still absently playing with Sirius’ hand.
“Even after all these years, you still always know what to say to me,” Sirius said, staring deeply into Remus’ light amber eyes.
“I still don’t think that’s true,” Remus huffed a quick laugh.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Sirius pulled away slightly to pick up a small pot of blush.
He used a large fluffy brush to pick up a little bit of the bright pink product and leaned back over to his lover.
“Light, upward strokes,” Sirius spoke softly, intently focused on the application of the blush.
“Huh, never knew you to be one for light strokes,” Remus joked.
Sirius couldn’t help the smile, but chose to wash over the comment, instead applying the pink power onto his boyfriend’s cheeks. “You look so cute! Like you’re blushing.”, he said, once he was done, looking at Remus.
“If that’s what it looks like you might have added too much.”, he laughed, ignoring the actual blush that spread under the makeup across his cheeks. As Sirius just kept staring at him,his face felt hotter. Remus took a deep breath, “Come on. Want to do something with my eyes?”
The black haired shook out of his trans, “Yes, yeah, of course. This is the most important part. You’re going to love it.”
“You promised that for the rest aswell.”
Sirius turned around, the smallest amount of actual hurt on his face mixed with a load of cockyness. “What? You don’t love your look so far?”
“No, I adore it. I look fantastic.” Remus answered, his voice dripping in irony.
The other smiled and then dropped a kiss onto his nose, “You always do.”
“So we’re done?”
“You’re not getting out of this, love,” Sirius came back with a whole palette of colors, ranging from deep purples to sparkly golds. He struggled to open it and after a while wordlessly held it out to Remus.
He smiled, but opened it for his lover and returned it.
Sirius sprinkled a light layer of sparkly gold over Remus’ eyelid. He added a burgundy to the crease, accentuating the shape of his eye with classic Lions colors. He added a couple swipes of mascara.
“I’m not fucking around with eyeliner,” Sirius laughed. “I feel like I could do some real damage with that stuff and I do not want to go to the ER today. Or anyday. No ER for you, my sweetheart.”
Remus joined in with his boyfriend’s laughter. “Yeah. Imagine having to explain that.”
“I accidentally stabbed my love blind with eyeliner,”
“Sounds about right,” Remus chuckled. “That would definitely happen to us.”
Sirius made grabby hands at Remus’ sweater paws and reached out to pull him up and out of the chair he was sitting in, spinning him around slowly to face the mirror.
“I look…” Remus trailed off. Sirius came up behind him and snaked his arms around his waist.
“Pretty. You look so pretty, sweetheart,” Sirius cooed sweetly.
“Yeah,” Remus whispered, vaguely aghast. “I look pretty.”
“Let’s go take some pictures, pretty boy,” Sirius swatted at Remus’ ass playfully. Remus cracked up, tilting over the hips just laughing so hard.
“Let’s go, baby,” and with that, Remus placed a sweet kiss on Sirius’ lips and took his hand, leading them downstairs for a mini photoshoot.
#twenty sixth fic#written by dani and meee#written by meee#written by dani#loops#cap#coops#coops fluff#fluff#makeup#coops makeup#blushing#birthday#birthday fic#remus birthday#1.5k words#<2k words#lumosinlove#sweater weather
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Pairing: Sirius Black x Female!Reader
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1.7k
Series Summary: Based in the early summer of ‘78, tonight Y/N is celebrating her 18th birthday. Her protective older brother and their friends take her out dancing. She envisions the perfect night!
A/N: In this story, muggles are aware of the wizard world. The series is based on West Side Story and POV switches between Sirius and Y/N. The red dress is based of the Saturday Night Fever red dress btw lol
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While business slows down in the boutique, I hurry along on finishing last-minute tasks before the weekend. The goal is to get all of these orders done before closing.
“Hey, Lauren?” I shout for my best friend as she finishes stocking up the backroom for the weekend.
“Yeah?” She calls distantly.
“Could you bring me two of those navy cardigans when you come back out?” I recite, looking over the shipment list in front of me.
“Sure thing!” She complies.
Today is my eighteenth birthday. To celebrate, my older brother, Brady, is taking me out to the disco with our friends. It’ll be the first time I can go out to a club and drink. That’s not the most exciting part of today either! I’m officially an adult, a functioning, independent, member of society. My brother and his friends will no longer see me as the youngest who’s in constant need of looking-after. Brady has always been overprotective, but Lauren has tried to help convince him that I can take care of myself. Lauren and Brady have been dating since they were in high school, almost five years now. They’ve graduated from college and Lauren is eager to be married. In my opinion, it’s only a matter of time. I can’t see either of them with anyone else. Plus, I already consider Lauren my sister.
Lauren appears out from the backroom with a bright grin as she joins me at the register counter. “So, are you excited?”
“Yes! It’s going to be so much fun!” I gush, practically bursting. “Finally after four years of watching you guys go out with me, I can join!”
She gives me a knowing look, “did you ever end up showing your brother that dress you picked out?”
I bite down on my lip, pretending to return my attention to the order sheets in front of me. I can already hear her reprimanding, Brady’s too when he sees the bright red off the shoulder dress I picked up yesterday from the shop down the street. The fact that it’s off the shoulder will go over like a led balloon.
Lauren’s jaw drops, “Y/N!”
“I know, I know,” I sigh, trying my best to avoid a lecture. Moving around to the other side of the counter, I head to the office with the order sheets.
Lauren follows on my heels, “he’s never going to let you go, especially if you step out of your room in that dress and those matching heels you bought!”
“But it’s my birthday!” I plead, turning to face her with puppy-dog eyes. “My eighteenth, the most important one! It’s my first night as an adult.”
Lauren sighs defeatedly and I continue to express a poor, pitiful, pout. I can tell she’s on my side, but she also doesn’t want to go against her boyfriend. I understand her predicament, yet then again, my brother can be unreasonable too.
“I’ll see what I can do,” she offers, rubbing her temples stressfully.
I jump up and down, pulling her into a hug. “Thank you! Thank you! Oh, thank you!” I repeat profusely. If Brady is going to listen to anyone, it’s her.
“Ah, ah, ah, don’t get excited just yet,” she parts from me with a stern expression. “Your brother won’t be happy. I will vouch for you, but it’s up to you to stay in line. Tonight is your chance to really prove to Brady that you’re not a baby anymore.”
I nod my head frantically, “yes, yes, of course! Tonight will be perfect! Promise!”
Lauren narrows her eyes with a smirk, unconvinced. She hums, taking the sheets of paper from me to put them in the office.
Tonight will be perfect! I can feel it. I’ve been waiting for this night ever since I can remember. After tonight, everything will be different.
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As I listen to my Gloria Gaynor record, I stare at my reflection in my full-length mirror. More specifically, I admire the red satin dress that hangs off my shoulder. It’s everything I imagined it would be. As I think about it, it’s funny, I don’t feel any older, I don’t look any older, yet I feel different.
Over the music, I hear a series of knocks on my bedroom door. "You coming, Y/N?” Brady calls from the other side. “Lauren and the others are here!"
"In a minute,” I announce, lowering the volume of my music. “I have to do my makeup!"
"You look fine as you are!" My brother insists as I hurry into my bathroom. "Besides, someone is really excited to see you..." he insinuates.
"I have to look immaculate,” I argue, rushing to put on my makeup in front of my skin. “Plus, Jay can wait!"
Working as fast as I can, I follow a makeup tutorial Twiggy did for Cosmo. It’s crucial I perfect my eyeliner and large lashes.
"We're just going to the disco," he huffs, growing impatient. He would never last as a girl.
"It's my eighteenth birthday!” I remind him. “It's the first time I can drink and actually go into a club. Let me do what I want!” I then shoo him away, "go entertain your friends downstairs!"
"You have ten minutes!” He announces as a form of compromise. "Everyone's waiting for us!"
Mouthing the words to Gloria’s latest album, I’m practically dancing already and we’re not even at the disco yet! If only tonight could last forever. I want to ponder every minute, every second because tomorrow will be just another day and the magic will be gone.
Sirius
James stopped by my apartment to go over things for his wedding to Lily, but I have other plans.
"A disco?" James repeats with a frown, rolling over to lay onto his stomach on my bed. “And why would we want to do that?”
"Muggles really love them!” I tell my best friend as I move about my bedroom to get ready. “Plus, it’s the start of summer! We are officially Hogwarts graduates, what better way to celebrate!”
"Why can't we just go to a bar in Diagon Alley?" He reasons.
"You'll like this place, promise! Muggle music…” I struggle to describe it. “It’s unlike anything I've ever heard before!"
"But muggles are so... mundane,” he shakes as though he just caught a chill at the thought of them.
"I invited Remus and others too," I mention, certain that'll help convince him to come.
"At least we'll know people, I suppose," he shrugs, at least now considering the idea.
"Just give it a chance, James. Watch, after tonight you're going to want to spend every night of our summer holiday there!" I predict, nearly positive it’ll happen.
"Oh alright,” he complies with a huff, rising up from my bed to get ready. “I guess we don't have anything better to do," he grumbles on his way to the door. "Plus, we won't have to worry about any Death Eaters joining in on the fun."
Reader
I hurry down the stairs, to join Brady and his friends, Jay, Adam, and Henry, in the living room. The boys and their girlfriends have already started drinking while listening to some Queen in the background. They’ve gathered around on the couches and armchairs as they’ve done countless times before and after going out together. My brother is the only one standing, leaning against the fireplace mantel with a glass of scotch. Brady is the first one to notice me enter the room, he takes in my appearance in a scan of his eyes and waves me over. Clenching his jaw, he downs the remainder of his drink.
“What are you wearing?” He asks rhetorically, wasting no time to reprimand me.
“A dress,” I sass.
“Cute,” He remarks sharply, not finding amusement in my response. “Go change, now.”
“Oh come on, please,” I beg, taking his hand pleadingly. “It’s not that revealing and it’s my birthday!”
He shakes his head, pointing toward the steps. “Go, hurry up.”
“One night! One night and I’ll return it first thing tomorrow!” I negotiate.
He glances between me and his empty glass, twirling around the leftover ice cubes, clearly debating whether he should accept my offer.
“Please…” I mutter, pouting dramatically to get a rise out of my brother.
He huffs and turns to the group. "Alright!” He shouts to gain their attention.” All eyes shift to me and my brother. “Jay, boys, I need to keep an eye on Y/N,” Brady commands of his buddies as he wraps an arm around my waist protectively. “It's her first night out and the last thing she needs is uninvited attention, especially from wizards," he mutters the last part with disgust.
I look up at my brother in confusion. “Do you think they'll actually go to a human club?" I ask him, the idea never once crossing my mind.
Wizards don’t really interact with us. In fact, they’ve created a whole other system and lifestyle apart of our own to avoid us. Different schools, stores, forms of government. I would imagine they have discos of their own.
Lauren steps forward, "they're actually considered human-"
"Lauren!" My brother barks, causing his girlfriend to bite her tongue.
"That's debatable," Brady’s best friend, Jay, grumbles disdainfully, focusing on the drink in his hand.
Henry and Adam hum in agreement, looking at Brady like he’s a preacher.
"If we do see some, just stay clear, okay?" Brady orders strictly. Based on the sharpness of his stare, I best not test him.
"How will I be able to tell?" I mumble, having only seen a wizard once or twice my whole life, at least consciously.
According to Brady, and the others, wizards have the uncanny ability to appear normal just like us. However, in recent years, there’s been trouble amongst the wizard race. There’s a group of wizards who want their society and ours to be completely separate. My family and Brady’s friends are quite fond of the idea. In fact, most people are too. It’s such a frequent topic in the news, in addition to the tensions surrounding it, that I’ve grown annoyed by the dramatics.
"Believe me, you'll know,” Brady assures. “They're so dependent on their magic that they can't help but use it."
"Okay, I will..." I mutter, wondering if I’ll truly see magical-beings tonight.
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#sirius black#sirius black imagine#sirius black x reader#harry potter fanfic#harry potter imagine#harry potter au#sirius black au#james potter#lily evans#marlene mckinnon#remus lupin#peter pettigrew#hp fanfic#marauders fanfic#marauders x reader#hp marauders#hp fandom#marauders#alice longbottom#frank longbottom#og story
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My fav aesthetics according to my Wolfstar fanart
Blushing: if there is no blush it’s not my art
Sirius wearing eye liner: okay this is me projecting, it’s not the smudged on the bottom eyeline either - this man needs his wings okay?!
Almost kisses: the tenderness! There is nothing I love more than the foreshadowíng of an amazing kiss and so almost kisses all the way!
Jackets: the amount of jackets I have drawn for them - oh my! Might have something to do with my extensive love for outerwear in general
Eye sex: sometimes i feel like my art takes on a twilight movie level of stares
Touching: *not my mum actually calling me out on this on a family zoom call*
#greensweaterremus: i don’t make the rules okay? I just love this colour on this man and I deeply believe that while Sirius wouldn’t be caught dead wearing the snake’s colour, Remus actually enjoys it very much. Also I never met a straight person whos fav colour is green *sorry tik tok references take up my life*
The nerd beauty: I’m in constant battle with myself to make Remus look like a friendly neighborhood nerd werewolf.
Sex on legs: I’m in constant battle with myself to make Sirius the most stunning and best looking man - just exactly like he should be.
Remus saying fuck: still my fav thing to draw.
Sirius wearing pink shirts: It’s hard to have a colour scheme for a man whose personality is based on him wearing black, so a little pop of colour is what he needs
Earrings: Sirius wearing dangly earrings is my fav thing and I won’t stop
Sidenote: Goth twink bitch - I draw way to little of Regulus ^^
Strong raised eyebrows: the joy it gives me to draw someone with a raised eyebrow is beyond belief
Backgrounds - who is she?
Patterns: as a (not-so-)anonymous pattern blocker irl I’m guilty of being obsessed
The bigger the nose …. get your mind out of the gutter
Wonky perspective: it tells you a lot about my irl depth perception
#this is me being funny#humor#wolfstar#marauders#my fanart#my fanfiction#my aesthetic#sirius black#remus lupin#wolfstar fanart
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Eternal Spring // wolfstar
Chapter One: Calholme
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series summary: Remus was fine being alone until a mysterious and loud man crashes his motorbike into Remus’s life.
a/n: hi!!! i have a series!!! i’ve got a couple of series and chapter stories in my drafts, but i’ve never really had the courage to post them. i have put so much into this story, though, and i really hope you all like it :) leave me some feedback! i’ll probably post more once i know that its not a complete and utter flop. also, i’ve posted it on my ao3 so you can go read it over there too <33
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It was a drowsy, subdued place, in Remus' opinion, every moment of the year except for spring. Where he grew up, and where he currently resided, the entire town took a green glowing hue for the season. It was cold in the mornings, so when Remus went outside to spread chicken seed on the dewy grass, he put on a sweater. It warmed up as the sun rose, and from the time it took the sun to travel from the horizon to the middle of the sky, Remus was comfortable in a t-shirt and loose-fitting jeans. When the sun was at its peak, Remus might start to sweat through his shirt, maybe going as far as to change into shorts if he was outside, which he usually was. He couldn't stand to be inside during spring.
The gravel driveway that led to a dirt road was sprouting an abundance of weeds and weeds that looked like flowers. The trees captured light, glowing, instead of the way they seemed to absorb and trap light in winter. Remus's backyard was a large forest, and Remus had never taken the time to check where his property line ended, so as far as he was concerned, the entire forest was his. If you went deep enough in any direction, you would come to a clearing where the knee-high grass dove into some grass that only tickled your ankles. After the ankle grass, there was an unnaturally blue and unnaturally large lake. Remus' mom had told him that the lake was so blue and so large because it was natural, that no person could ever make something so beautiful, and Remus found himself agreeing as he got older.
With his mother and father gone to live somewhere where it was spring weather all the time, living on a vast farm with no animals and a huge lawnmower that his father comfortably sat on every weekend to trim the fields, Remus now lived in his slightly renovated childhood home. It was only slightly renovated because it was a great deal messier and almost every surface was covered in coffee or tea stains and a book. Remus also got a television that he rarely used and turned his old bedroom into some sort of reading room/ garden. So, slightly renovated.
Past the gravel driveway littered with weeds and imposter weeds, past the dirt road that served as a crossing and sometimes rest area for the wild animals in the area, was the more populated town. Calholme had two public libraries; three hardware stores, one of which sold exclusively fishing supplies; a psychic who did palm readings and sold handmade jewelry and was rumored to have built the house she did aforementioned things in herself; three gas stations, one on each side of the outskirts of town, and one right in the center; two banks, one of which was relatively new that not many people frequented due to either a lack of trust for banks or simply because it was new; a multitude of fruits and vegetables stands with products grown in the area, delis in which the products ate the grass not 20 miles away, and bakeries that sent a sweet aroma into the air; a record shop that doubled as a coffee shop, candy store, and sometimes a furniture store when the records weren't selling too well; a car repair shop called Matt Mocks's garage that also repaired tractors and other broken farm equipment, and if the right guy was in that day, you could get your television repaired, too; and any other storefront that the simple people of Calholme thought they needed. They were quite resourceful in that sense.
So, down one end of the road was Calholme, and down the other were a few scattered cottages and large farmhouses, and even further down was a paved road that brought Sirius Black into town.
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Remus had opened the window in his kitchen and stood in front of it as he waited for his tea to steep. It was that wonderfully chilly morning, so he shivered a little as the cold air clipped his crooked nose and sharp chin. He wrapped his long arms around his body to give some sort of comfort but found his lack of sustainable body fat and bony arms were more of a hindrance than not. Sighing and turning away from the window, he retrieved a cardigan that was draped over the couch, shaking off some loose crumbs before putting it on and returning to the window. He passed the sink on the way, a large white ceramic hole in the counter that looked more like a tub than a sink, and filled up a cup of water for the plants on the window sill. The house was in disarray, as usual, but Remus kept his plants alive. Most of the ones on the sill were herbs that he cooked with, with one or two flowers mingled in. If he kept the window open all day during this time of year, butterflies would come to the flowers and find themselves fluttering around the kitchen until they could find the window again. Occasionally, they just make themselves at home.
Window plants watered, arms covered and no longer shivering, tea fully steeped and mixed with the right amount of milk and honey, Remus stood in front of the window again. He could hear his chickens clucking by the other side of the house, and the rustle of the trees, the faint hum of a tractor miles off as people started their day. Then, he heard the roar of a failing engine. Not long after that, he heard the harsh sounds of metal scraping and a yelp of surprise that soon turned into groans of pain.
Remus ran to the door, tripping over his discarded rainboots, then running his shin into a coffee table, then shouldering the wall before falling on his face after tripping on some more shoes. When he finally got to the door, the chickens were louder, and so was the groaning.
His driveway wasn't too long, but it was still long enough and curved enough so that the house couldn't be seen from the road. The gravel crunched under his feet, eyes surveying the weeds, hands warmed by the mug he had forgotten to put down and somehow, miraculously, had not dropped on his way out.
There was a lump that may have been a human body or may have been a Greek god that had fallen down to the earth. Besides this was a discarded and seriously fucked up motorbike. A few feet away was a duffel bag with its contents spilled out onto his driveway. Telling from the skid marks, Remus guessed that this Greek god had lost his footing, or maybe hadn't seen a pothole, and veered into his driveway for somewhat of an easier crash than what would have been in the woods. The marks also told Remus that the driver was coming into town.
"Are you alright?" Remus tried, taking the groans as a sign of life and creeping closer to the body.
"Oh, fuck," they groaned, "fuck, fuck, fuck."
"Do you need help?" Remus knew it was a stupid question, one with the answer right in front of his face, as they began to writhe around the ground and get their wits about them.
Remus moved over to the scattered possessions, setting down his mug and gathering the various items back into the duffel. He ignored the magazine with David Bowie on the cover, ignored the criminally small shirt that had tears in the collar and Remus knew would make the Greek god look even more godlike, ignored the eyeliner pencil, and politely folded things when necessary before putting them away.
"Where the fuck am I?" the body had moved into a sitting position, feet on the ground and legs bent at the knees. There were rips in his black jeans, blood seeping into the denim, and a tattered hole in the sleeve of his leather jacket that also left red dripping onto the gravel. His face wasn't too scuffed, just some road rash on his cheekbone and jaw. Greek god confirmed. Fallen from heaven, straight from Olympius, carved by the hands of Zeus himself.
He was strikingly pale, which made his eyes and hair striking as well. His eyes were a deep blue, blue like Remus' lake, and his black hair was long and cut into a choppy sort of shag with lots of layers. He looked disheveled, obviously, because he was just in an awful motorbike accident, and Remus was staring at him.
"Just outside of Calholme," Remus almost called him 'sir', despite the fact that he hadn't called anyone but his teachers and his father 'sir', and this boy was obviously close to Remus' age. But the boy had a commanding presence, one that made people want to call him 'sir', and tremble with nerves as they did so.
Shuffling a bit, still sat down, he surveyed the damage. No longer groaning nor writhing, he was somehow even more attractive. His brows were furrowed-in pain, concentration, just pure Greek god sternness? Remus could not tell- as he pulled at the new holes in his jeans. He didn't wince, but he did scowl, and his fingertips ran through his blood for a moment before sighing. He twisted to look at his arm, and he winced then, but only because of his beloved jacket.
"Motherfucker," he mumbled, taking care to slip off the arm of the jacket and pinch the torn edges together as if they would magically stitch together.
Remus realized he was still holding the boy's duffel, so he dropped it gently on the gravel between them.
He cast his eyes up to look at Remus for the first time. "Thanks," he said softly, pulling off his entire jacket now.
It was cold, and Remus was wrapped tightly in his cardigan, and this boy was bleeding, his motorbike dented and silent even though he had never taken the keys out of the ignition.
"Can you walk?" Remus asked, surprising himself with the nervous tremble in his voice. Remus didn't talk much during the day, besides to his chickens and the lake and the flowers and the butterflies, and occasionally to the stray cat that would make the long trek from the neighboring properties. This boy was a little different than talking to those things.
He struggled to his feet, easing gently on his knees and not putting his scraped hands on the gravel. He bent his legs, only grimacing a little, and said, "Yeah."
"Do you want to come inside? It's warmer."
The boy craned his neck, looking at the heavily forested area around him, his bike, and Remus. He looked at Remus a little longer than these other things and nodded briskly.
Remus grabbed his mug and turned to walk up the driveway, listening to the crunch of the boy's footsteps behind him. They were strong and sure, despite the trail of blood he was leaving.
"This your house?" The boy said from a few paces behind Remus once they got close enough to see it. He sounded neutral, not apprehensive or suspicious of Remus, but not grateful or relieved. Remus found it a little unnerving, especially with his back to him. He shivered and turned to face him, nodding and opening the front door.
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Day 6: Sparkles
Hhhhfhhhghhghhgh life sucks. Okay, here we go! This idea randomly came to me yesterday and I laughed so hard I nearly spilled water on my computer. So, I hope it lives up to the vision in my mind. It probably won’t but I can try. Prompt from @remus-john-lupin.
“Sirius! What the fuck did you do?”
Remus wasn’t entirely sure how he ended up here. The day had started out just fine. He had been doing homework in the common room. But when he came back upstairs, it was to a disaster.
It was the bathroom that scared him. Water coated the floor, and Remus nearly cracked his skull open as he slipped on the wet tile. There were cosmetics products on every open surface, powders dusting the walls and turning to clumps in the water. Once Remus had righted himself, his eyes fell upon his giggling boyfriend, grinning widely at himself in the mirror. When he turned around, Remus just sighed.
He really regretted ever introducing Sirius Black to glitter.
Two Hours Earlier
Sirius studied the small cases spread out before him. All of them were open, displaying a wide array of colors and glitters. He paused, unsure what exactly all of them were meant for. Hesitantly, he reached out and grabbed a two-tone palette, shimmering brightly under the candlelight. He rubbed a finger over it, the creamy powder feeling cool on his skin.
As he pulled his finger back and looked at it, he couldn’t fight a delighted laugh. On the pad of his finger was the glittering powder, making his skin shimmer and shine. Sirius stared in amazement, moving his hand this way and that and watching as the light caught it, sending the colors dancing.
He grabbed more palettes, testing the colors on his skin, pressing them to his fingers and cheeks and eyelids. Each new color sent a fresh wave of giddiness over him. When there was no room left on his face, he grabbed a towel and wet it, scrubbing until he got as much off as he could. Then he started all over again.
It had been Remus who told him about makeup, long before they ever got together. In fourth year, Remus had showed up to the platform in September with black outlining his eyes and dark pink glitter on his fingernails and sent Sirius into an internal crisis. The next summer, after they got together and Sirius had run away from home, Remus had taken him shopping in the village by the Potters’ house, showing him all the products he no longer used. Sirius, fascinated by all the colors, had bought a whole bunch of them, curious as to what they did and how they looked. But it had taken him nearly four months to work up the courage to experiment.
After an hour, Sirius had gotten used to the powders and creams. He could apply them now in a mostly smooth manner, blending with his fingers as the colors layered into his skin. Now time to try them out for real.
He studied the stick in his hand, something called eyeliner. He was trying to get it look the way Remus’ had, intending to put the glitters, apparently called eyeshadow, on next. Remus had explained what it was, making it seem easy. But now that he was trying it, it didn’t seem all that easy.
The line he ended up with was a mess. It was wobbly and uneven, thick in some parts and thin in others. Sirius frowned at his reflection, grabbing the cloth he was using and running it across his eyelid until the paint was mostly gone. Then he tried again. And again.
It took over half an hour before he was able to get both eyes done. He grinned wildly at himself when he finally got it right, possibly jumping up and down a bit too. But there was no one around to confirm that. Now it was time for the fun part. Glitter.
That was how Remus found him a little while later.
“Sirius what the fuck did you do?” his familiar voice exclaimed. Fighting a grimace, Sirius spun around and grinned at his boyfriend.
“D’you like it?” he asked eagerly, trying to hide his nerves. Remus just gaped at him.
“What-”
“I um, I was trying out that stuff I got this summer. You know, the made-up stuff?”
“Makeup,” Remus corrected automatically, still taking in the sight before him. Because Sirius looked good. His eyeliner was perfectly winged, lavender shimmering on his eyelids and bringing out the silver in his eyes. He even appeared to be wearing lipstick. “How did you do… this?” He gestured to the bathroom. Sirius flushed, looking down guiltily.
“Sorry, Moons. I didn’t realize I was making such a mess. I’ll clean it up, promise.”
Remus softened at that. He carefully crossed the room until he stood only a few inches away, studying the streaks on Sirius’ face.
“You look very pretty like this, d’you know that?” he murmured. Sirius preened under the attention.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Some might even say you look hot.” His eyes sharpened at that.
“Oh yeah? Would you?”
Instead of answering, Remus stepped forward once more and kissed him, pushing him back against the sink, tasting the lipstick on Sirius’ mouth. Sirius let himself be kissed, relishing in the feel of Remus pushing against him, licking into his mouth and pulling small whines from him. It wasn’t often this side of him came out, and Sirius loved it.
“You wanna know something?” he whispered against Remus’ lips, heart beating faster.
“Hmm, what?”
“I love you.” Remus pulled away a bit so he could look at him, mouth opening in shock.
“What?”
“I love you.”
Remus stared at the boy in front of him, a mess of glitter and eyeliner, his lips pink and swollen, pupils blown and scared. The boy who listened with such sincerity as he had explained all the products in the shop, what they all did, how they worked. The boy who had tried them himself and smiled proudly at Remus when he found him. The boy that had been by his side for the past six years without fail, becoming an Animagi for him and giving up his favorite jumper for him and doing everything for him. And it felt like the most natural thing in the world to look into those trusting grey eyes and say the three little words that mattered more than anything else.
“I love you, too.”
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