#sirius curls up on the end of his bed as a tiny little dog

[prtfrmhrtbrn]

i had so many thoughts on this and tagged them ALL my LORD. this is so cute i think i may have cried! but in a nice way <3 a very nice way

OK but what if you're a baby animagus when you first do it and you need to grow into an adult form

[sarahisslytherin]

like one of your french girls // s.b.

Summary: In which Sirius discovers your hidden talent and insists that you put it to use.  Contains: Just fluff with one sexual joke at the end. A/N: Everyone say thank you to @yourlocalmaraudersbabe for the ‘snookums’ joke.

“Darling,” you heard Sirius call from over your shoulder. You had been memorizing facts for your upcoming History of Magic exam when he placed a tattered sketchbook upon your notes. He did it gently, as if trying to get across that he didn’t mean to pry but simply had to know. “What exactly is this?” 

“It’s a sketchbook, babe.” you replied coolly, keeping your attention on your studies and hoping he’d let it go. What you should’ve known was that he, in fact, had no intentions whatsoever of letting it go.

“It’s a sketchbook, babe.” his voice went up a whole octave as he mimicked you and you found yourself stifling a laugh. 

“Do I really sound like that?” 

He gave no response, simply shook his head with a mischievous grin on his face as he took the sketchbook back into his possession.

“If you don’t tell me the meaning of this, I’ll be forced to have a look myself.” he threatened playfully. This last caught your attention and now you spun around in your swivel chair to face him.

“Alright, hand it over, bucko. You’ve had your fun.” 

“Who are you calling ‘bucko’?” he challenged, quite seductively, as he leaned in to steal a kiss. “I thought I asked you to address me as ‘snookums’ and only ‘snookums’.”

“Ha! Over my dead body.” you giggled before standing up to reclaim the borrowed kiss, distracting him whichever way so you could get ahold of your sketchbook. But Sirius felt your hand wander and soon caught on.

“Oh, no, you don’t! Ha, thought you could fool me!” he announced with a sudden burst of energy as he hopped onto the nearest bed in the dorm (unfortunately for James, whose bed it happened to be).

“Let’s see, what secrets lie within these pages?”

You scrambled onto the bed with him, attempting to snatch the book, but Sirius’s arm shot up into the air so that no matter how high you jumped, there was no way you could reach it.

“Aww, look at you, so tiny you can’t even reach.” he teased. “Come on, love. Please let me see.” He’d pleaded so earnestly. He really just wanted you to share whatever sketches were in that book with him. You almost decided to give in.

“Nope!” you squealed as you pretty much pounced on him, both toppling over onto the mattress. The sketchbook had fallen out of his grasp and landed in between the two of you. One glance at the book, one at each other and you were both clambering for it. Unfortunately for you, Sirius caught it first and wasted no time in sprinting to the other side of the room, already flicking through the pages. You didn’t bother chasing after him, he’d won this little squabble.

“Darling.” he said from across the room, taking his time looking through the sketchbook, “These are amazing! Why didn’t you tell me you could draw like this?”

You shrugged in response, lying back on the bed so that you were facing the ceiling. You weren’t sure why. You’d shown your sketches to people in the past but felt they were quite mediocre, eventually deciding you’d keep your more casual pastimes to yourself. 

You were dragged out of your own thoughts when Sirius craned his head over you, so that you were seeing him upside down, fluffy black locks tickling your nose.

“Answer me.” he droned, nuzzling his nose against your own, the way a dog would.

“Ugh, Pads, you’re so pushy.” you chuckled as you pushed him off of you and sat up straight. “I dunno, it’s just not one of my fortes, I think. I enjoy it, but it’s not my pride and joy, y’know.”

He seemed perplexed, looking at you as if you were some sort of madwoman. “Well, it bloody should be!” he claimed, showing you your own sketches as if to prove it. 

“Look at how realistic this portrait of Evans is! I swear, it’s as if I can hear her telling me and Prongs to bugger off.” he said, the end of his lips curling into a fond smile. You couldn’t help but blush at the flattering comments.

“Thank you, Siri. I promise the next time I draw anything you’ll be the first to know.” you told him as you pushed a few dark strands out of his eyes.

“Actually,” he began, in the voice he used whenever he was up to no good, “I couldn’t help but notice a severe lack of moi in this little book of yours, and I’d rather like to file a formal complaint.”

You bit down on your lower lip to fight the face splitting grin you felt coming on. “Very well, and what exactly would you have me do about it?”

Sirius was beaming now as he handed the sketchbook back to you. He hastily discarded the shirt he had been wearing and plopped down beside you on the bed, splayed out in what you could only assume was meant to me a sensual pose.

“I want you to draw me like one of your french girls,” he requested breathily as he placed a hand on his hip, and you were reminded once again of how absolutely in love you were with this fool.

“Alright, weirdo, but the jeans stay on.”

“We’ll see about that.”

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Anything for our Moony. Part 3.

This is from my personal Headcanon/Muggle AU in which Remus is trans. Happy Birthday, my sweet boy. I love you, MoonyMoons.

Content Warning: Homophobia.

18th Birthday

Remus couldn't ask for anything more. He had everything. This was the perfect birthday present ever. Sirius was on his bed, half naked and asleep.

He had come last night, exactly at midnight. He had woken Remus up with sweet kisses. And they had done things, touched some places, rubbed some others, it had been amazing.

Remus was so in love with this boy, sometimes he didn't even find it possible. But there he was, and there Sirius was, sleeping next to him.

Remus smiled, happily, and decided to touch Sirius' face gently to make sure he was real. Remus touched his cheek, his nose, his eyebrows, his lips. Sirius seemed built by an sculpture. Sirius reminded Remus of those greek god sculptures. He was beautiful. He was a piece of art. And Remus couldn't believe Sirius was all his.

Sirius suddenly smiled, feeling Remus' touch.

"Happy Birthday, my love"

"Thank you, my love" Remus whispered back.

Remus needed to kiss Sirius. It was his first birthday wish. So he did it. And Sirius responded eagerly, which fullfilled his second birthday wish.

"Excited for today?" Sirius grinned, between kisses.

"You mean, to stay here in bed all day?" Remus asked "Yep, very thrilled"

Sirius giggled.

"Wanker..." Sirius tutted "You're eighteen. You're officially an adult. Of course we prepared a party for you"

Remus groaned, hiding his face on Sirius' neck. He smelled delicious. And Remus loved how he ran his fingers through Remus' curls.

"I even have a present for you"

"You are my present" Remus said "Nothing could make me happier"

"Are you sure?"

Remus nodded.

"Nothing!"

"Well..." Sirius hissed "I'll have to toss the necklace to the bin"

"Necklace?" Remus faced Sirius, making a pout.

"Now you're interested" Sirius grinned.

"Does it have a precious gem? gold? diamonds?"

"Shut up!" Sirius shut him up with a kiss, and rolled over to retrieve something from his trouser's pocket.

Remus was excited actually.

Sirius showed him a little box.

"Happy Birthday, MoonyMoons" Sirius blushed, hiding his face on the pillow.

Remus took the box with a smile on his face. He shook it hearing what was inside.

"Very careful..."

Remus rolled his eyes, teasing Sirius. But then he opened the little box. Inside, there was a necklace, silver chain. And at the end a square shaped pendant. It was black, with tiny white little stars inside, like a a costellation. And in the back, there was something written: "Les étoiles".

It was beautiful. All Remus could think of was how much Sirius must've spend in it.

Remus smiled widely, because he adored it.

"Les etoils?"

Sirius chuckled.

"Les étoiles" he used a different pronounciation "It means The Stars in French"

Sirius' cheeks were turning red. Remus loved to provoke that on him.

"Why The Stars?"

Sirius bit his lip, and covered his face embarrassed.

"Pads..." Remus smiled, as he tried to uncover Sirius' face "A little explanation, please?"

Sirius groaned, uncovering his face and smiling.

"You know how my name comes from the Brightest Star? The Dog Star?" Sirius said, facing the ceiling, not Remus.

Remus smiled, knowing where he was heading.

"Aha...."

Sirius held his own chain between his hands. Sirius always used it. A cross silver chain, because his family was religious or something. But Sirius was showing him another pendant. It was similar to the one Remus had received but instead of stars, it had a moon, a half moon.

"La Lune" Sirius read what was in the back "The Moon..." Sirius smiled "You're the Moon, because... Moony. And I'm the Stars because, Sirius...." Sirius swallowed "We are the Moon and The Stars... But..." Sirius sighed "You're my Moon and I am your Stars"

Remus' eyes filled with tears. Happy tears. Remus' heart was beating so fast. He was overwhelmed of how much he loved Sirius. Nobody could love someone this much, it seemed impossible, inhumane, extraordinary.

Remus first instinct was to kiss the hell out of Sirius. His Stars. His Star. His and only his. And Remus was his Moon. His and only his.

"I love you so much" Remus whispered when he pulled away "So so much"

Sirius smiled.

"I loved my present, my very own Star" Remus said, putting the chain on. He was never taking it off. Never.

"I have the Moon" Sirius teased "It's better"

Remus giggled "Shut up, wanker"

Remus kissed him again.

"I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you...." Remus whispered, as he filled Sirius with kisses "I love you, I love you, I love you...."

Those words weren't enough. Remus' feelings for Sirius were beyond that. Love was too common for them. Too mundane.

"I love you more, Ma Lune"

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"What does it feel being one year older?" Sirius asked after a while.

Sirius was so scared and overwhelmed by his feelings for Remus. How much he loved him. And Remus loved him back. The Moon and The Stars. He had smiled foolishly to himself when he got to that conclusion. Sirius felt like they were meant to be. Like soulmates. Meant for each other.

That thought made him immensely happy.

"Like shit..." Remus grinned. And then he yawned. And he looked adorable.

"Look..." Sirius touched Remus' hair "You even have grey hair..."

"No I don't!" Remus protested

"Of course you do. Look at that..." he said "You are full of grey hair" but Sirius couldn't avoid giggling.

"Shut up..."

"It feels like I am dating an older man..."

And Remus shut him up with a strong and desperate kiss. Sirius couldn't avoid responding eagerly.

Sirius thought about the years to come. How he would wake up every morning, and be there for every birthday, holiday or celebration. And how he would get to kiss Remus. Just like this. He was so lucky.

"Please be decent!" James yelled from outside Remus' four poster

And Remus and Sirius were interrupted in their kissing. They smirked. As their friends entered.

"Happy Birthday, Moony handsome!" James kissed his head

"Thank you, Prongsie"

"Happy Birthday Moonymoons!" Peter yelled

"Thanks Wormy"

"Sirius, you're always here now. Are you actually going to use your bed again?"

Sirius smirked "Nah, toss it to the poor! I'm sleeping here from now on!" he said hugging Remus tightly.

His friends laughed.

"What a twat" James shook his head, smiling.

Sirius had been paranoic or something. Maybe that was it. But he heard giggling and murmuring everytime he passed through the halls. And Sirius knew everyone knew. Sirius used to love the image they had of him. And how everyone admired him, or fancied him. He was a star. But now, everything changed. And Sirius didn't want to care. But he cared.

Like that morning when The Marauders went down for breakfast. And Sirius stopped walking when he heard someone whispering.

"Black is a cocksucker" and more giggles.

"Hey!" James turned to the group of boys, they must've been fourth years "What did you say?"

"James, leave it" Sirius said

But James was furious "Did you say anything about my friend?"

The group of boys looked embarrassed. They didn't say anything because James was the Headboy. And he could get them into trouble. So they left.

Sirius hated that he listened to all of them. And that their comments affected him.

"Pads?" Remus asked worried "You, okay?"

Sirius faked a smile to his friends.

"Let's get the birthday boy his breakfast"

Manolo had prepared cake. And the girls had balloons and a sign that read: Happy Birthday Remus. Remus smirked as he saw everything.

"Happy Birthday, Remus!" Lily jumped to hug him.

"Getting jealous over here" James said. Lily rolled her eyes but kissed her boyfriend.

"Remus baby, you're so old" Mary sighed

"That's what I told him" Sirius added

"Happy Birthday, Remus" Marlene smiled.

"Thank you everyone, this is so cool"

"We wouldn't have done it if Sirius hadn't insist so bloody much" Cas teased.

Sirius blushed.

"Sirius did what?" Remus raised an eyebrow.

"He was on and on and on about how 'Moony's birthday had to be perfect an shit" Peter explained

"I think he was about to serenade you, mate" James winked.

"Really?"

Sirius blushed even more.

"You're all exaggerating"

"We're just telling the truth" Lily smiled, between James' arms "Sirius is so romantic when he wants to"

"Well thank you for planning all of this with care, Sirius" Remus said amused "I appreciate your concerns"

"I didn't do anything..."

Remus giggled "You're too sweet"

Remus always paused before showing any kind of affection to Sirius in public. Because he knew Sirius wasn't ready to be so open. He just hugged him, like a friend would do.

And then they heard a loud whistle. And some giggling.

Sirius pulled away immediately. He could feel all eyes on him judging him, insulting him, questioning him. Sirius was tired of living like that. In fear. With paranoia. James had told him not to give a hell what others thought of him. Remus told him so too. All his friends said they didn't care. That they still loved him.

Sirius stared at Remus. He was so brave. All of his friends were brave. Sirius was a coward. And what for? Everyone he cared about accepted him. Remus, James, Peter, Lily, Marlene, Mary, even Cas. Even Reggie. And Effie and Monty. Honestly. He didn't need anyone else. He needed to be brave. And fuck everyone else.

He loved Remus. He loved Remus. He truly loved Remus.

So he approached Remus. And his heart was beating fast.

"I'm going to do something stupid, Moony"

Remus raised an eyebrow "What?"

Sirius leaned in and kissed him. In the mouth. In front of everyone in the Great Hall. Students. Teachers. Everyone. And as Remus kissed him back, Sirius felt all eyes on them. And Sirius felt a rush of adrenaline.

And everyone was watching. Dumbledore who was secretly proud of his gay students. Mcgonagall who had a special affection towards them. Mulciber and the Knights who still found it disgusting. Snape who thought they were freaks and hated them more. Regulus, who was smiling pleased, because he was happy for his brother. Lucille and her friends who were shocked, and Lucille who had her heart broken. And finally their close friends who were smiling and gasping.

And finally, James clapped. And he was followed by a large number of students and teachers. With many exceptions of course.

And Sirius finally pulled away. He opened his eyes slowly. And he saw Remus in front of him, all flustered, confused but happy. He even snorted.

While Remus looked around, assimilating everyone's attention, Sirius only focused on him.

"Happy Birthday, Moons" Sirius said. And Remus turned to look at him. "Do you want to get out of here?" he smiled.

Remus smiled back.

"Okay..."

So Sirius grabbed his hand. For the first time in public. With everyone seeing. And he dragged his boyfriend out of The Great Hall. Both of them giggling happily. Sirius felt inside a fucking romcom. Surely this was like in the movies. And he loved it.

[drowsy-writer]

I Can't Stop— regulus black x reader

Summary: An unmovable object vs. an unstoppable force (aka Reader tries to get Regulus to bed) 

Warning:  cursing, angst, bittersweet fluff, crying

Notes: Reader has she/her pronouns and is a Hufflepuff; this can also be read as either romantic or platonic also yes I sometimes face claim regulus as Benjamin Wadsworth pls don’t @ me i’m new here lol

Hogwarts 1975

Every Hufflepuff knows that when 10:00 hits, the kitchen goes silent. No pots boil, no ovens switch on―without the house elves, the place is as silent as the library on a good day. The alluring scents of the day’s meals would linger in the air, hitting the face of every Hufflepuff who entered eager to make it to their common room and call it a night.

Tonight the smells of roasted chicken and creamy beef stew were replaced with the stingy aroma of coffee as two students sat at the end of the kitchen’s massive table, books spread out amongst themselves. Two gigantic porcelain mugs were placed within arms reach and a fresh pot of coffee sat between them.

“Find anything yet?” the Hufflepuff asked. Her [h/c] curls bounced slightly as she looked up from her piece of parchment, observing the pale Slytherin boy across from her scrunch his brows.

“No,” Regulus shut another book and tossed it on top of the stack next to him. He reached over to his mug, which embarrassingly had an orange flat-faced kitten painted on it, and downed its remaining contents. He then slammed the mug on the table and ran both of his fingers through his short ebony locks,” nothing. Yet.”

“House elves are bound to wake up soon,” [Y/N] mused. She cocked her head towards the tiny door sitting next to the fireplace,” maybe we should call it a night.”

Regulus groaned as he reached for the pot of coffee and poured himself another cup. The pot shook a bit as Regulus poured it, the bags underneath his eyes growing darker. [Y/N] looked at her friend and sighed.

“We’ve gone through almost the whole library, Reggie,” [Y/N] said. Regulus took a quick swig of his refilled cup of coffee and cracked open another book,” look! That’s even the same book you opened last night. Cover and all!”

“Nope,” Regulus held up the book and tapped his pale finger on the cover where it read Volume 2. It was [Y/N]’s time to groan as she took her own mug, this one with a silly looking dog on it, and sipped at the now cold contents. Her face scrunched up as she placed the mug down,” Zatara might’ve been a loon, but he was Bullock’s assistant. He probably hid something in here so Dumbledore or anyone else couldn’t find and burn it..” 

“What makes you think that Volume 2 is gonna have something when the first one didn’t?” [Y/N] had got up from her chair, cold cup of coffee in hand, and dumped it down the drain of the sink behind her. She turned the faucet on, rinsing out the mug and gently putting it back on the drying rack. When [Y/N] spun around, she was met by Regulus’s signature scowl,” don’t get your knickers in a twist. You know I’m right. I’m always right with these sorts of things.”

“I know,” Regulus hissed. He looked back down at the book,” but right now, I’m hoping you’re wrong.”

[Y/N] huffed as she sat back down on her chair again. A small yawn escaped her lips but she knew it’d be a while until Regulus decided to pack his stuff and leave. This was the case every night since 2nd year where Regulus and [Y/N] would stay up right before the elves came back in to prep for breakfast, reading and discussing topics both school related and pure nonsense. Neither knew how this little tradition started and, quite frankly, neither cared. It was a breath of fresh air for [Y/N] and a sense of normalcy Regulus craved for within his ever turbulent life. 

As of recently, however, their midnight meetings were overwhelmed with a sense of dread. It had been months since Regulus had properly been exposed to the world of the Death Eaters and of Lord Voldemort, courtesy of his mother. From then on, he had been put into an almost inescapable hole, one that he was intent of crawling out of. Regulus might've not had the luxury of running away like his brother, but he sure as hell wasn't going to give in without a fight.

“So if I am wrong, what’s gonna happen next?” [Y/N] asked.

Regulus quirked a brow as he stopped reading the passage he was on. Not even bothering to look up, Regulus clicked his tongue in thought. He then, to [Y/N]’s annoyance, shrugged his shoulders and continued to read.

“I don’t know. Haven’t thought that far yet.”

“What do you mean you haven’t thought that far yet? We’ve been looking into Horcruxes for the past three months and you haven’t the clue as to what you’ll do next?!”

“Something like that.”

“You're so—,” [Y/N] let out a muffled scream as she buried her head in her hands,” you're insufferable, you know that? Why am I even friends with you?”

“Haven't thought that far yet either,” Regulus smirked. 

“Very funny, Reggie. Now c’mon,” [Y/N] motioned towards the stack of books,” let’s stash these away. We’ve got a Potions exam tomorrow morning, remember?”

“Yes, I remember.”

Regulus didn’t make an effort to get up and continued to read through the book. As Regulus flipped through another page, [Y/N] muttered underneath her breath as she jumped down from her seat and walked over to the Slytherin’s side.

“Alright. That’s it.”

Before Regulus could make sense as to what was happening, [Y/N] wrapped her hands around his waist and hoisted him up from the seat.

“[Y/N]?!” Regulus sputtered, dropping the book from his hands,” let me go!”

“Oh shut it, Black! You need to get some sleep!”

Still in her arms, Regulus tensed as their bodies pressed against one another. He cursed himself underneath his breath as his face flushed red.

“Just put me down. Now.”

“No.”

“[Y/N]���!”

[Y/N] tightened her grip as Regulus squirmed within her hold. She dragged him from his chair to the middle of the kitchen where he finally pushed himself off.

“What the hell was that for?”

“You need to sleep, Regulus! You can’t keep burning the candle at both ends. You’ll fall back if you keep doing this.”

“Well what else am I supposed to do, then? Run away from my problems like my brother? Ignore them? I can’t just turn away from my family and pretend nothing ever happened!” Regulus shouted. His breathing turned ragged, as if he just finished yet another Quidditch match, “what would you expect for me to do?”

“I—I don’t know! I don’t have the answers for everything!” [Y/N] retorted. Regulus groaned as he turned around, intent on picking up where he left off in his book,” but I do know that when the time comes, whatever remnants of a plan you do have, you’ll be too exhausted to do anything about it!”

Regulus stopped in his step as he stared at the rack of spices before him, afraid of meeting his friend’s eyes. He took a deep breath, composed himself, and turned around. His eyes had yet to meet [Y/N]’s as they shifted throughout the room.

“Why are you—ugh,” Regulus sighed as he ran his hands through his hair,” I just—this is how I work, [Y/N]. You’ve known it since 2nd year. Even when I stop, I can’t stop. When I go to sleep at night, my mind is still racing with all this bullshit about purebloods and Muggles and—.”

“But you can’t just—.”

“—And the fucking potions test you won’t stop telling me about! There’s so many things in my mind that I think Bellatrix’s head looks healthy compared to mine! I can’t stop thinking about my family, my house, even Sirius for Godric’s sake! I can’t stop worrying that if I were to put a pause for even a sliver of a second, everything I’ll ever love will cease to exist. I can’t risk that [Y/N]. Not for a second. Not when I have so much on the line.”

[Y/N] looked down at the floor as her friend’s words ran rapid through her head. She touched her forehead with the palm of her hand, dragging them down until they met the bridge of her nose. 

“Fucking—I know that, Regulus. I just—,” [Y/N] gave a pained expression as she pinched the bridge of her nose,”—fuck! I just want you to be okay, ok? You’re my friend. My best friend, actually. It hurts like hell because there’s nothing I can do about it. I can get you as many books as you want, sneak out around the castle as much as you want, lie to as many people as you want , but I can’t—no. I won’t stand here and watch you whittle away. Not when I can do something to prevent it.”

Regulus swallowed hard as his eyes met [Y/N]’s and the pit that had been growing inside his chest began to increase, pushing painfully against his rips. He felt his lungs constrict and if Regulus didn’t know any better, he’d say someone casted a Crucio curse on him and it was slowly ripping his body from the inside out.

“I just can’t let him win, [Y/N],” Regulus mumbled. He leaned back on the table and pressed both hands to his face, rubbing at his eyes as tears began to build up in the corners,” I can’t let that thing win, no matter what.”

Shielding his face from [Y/N], Regulus quietly sobbed as his friend stood in front of him, tears threatening to pour out from her eyes as well. Taking a deep, shaky breath, [Y/N] slowly walked towards her friend and gently wrapped her arms around him. Despite the slight size difference, [Y/N] was able to situate her friend so that his face was buried in the crook of her neck. She combed a hand through his inky, black locks.

“I know won’t,” [Y/N] said,” but I highly doubt snake face over there is going to wait for you to take a quick power nap. We’ll beat him, but not like this.”

Regulus’s grip tightened around [Y/N] and she felt his lips pull into a smile as a low chuckle emitted from him. 

“It’s amazing how you’re not a Ravenclaw with how much wisdom you spout out.”

“Well I’m far more interested in my friends then a bloody book,” [Y/N] stepped back, hands still wrapped around Regulus, and smiled,” now let’s clean up and head to bed. You deserve at least one good night’s rest.”

[siriusmydeer]

Oh and Hello to you today you fine and brilliantly skilled author who I have came to love and adore, you see I know I’d already recently requested something from you but I had a taste of your absolutely amazingly fine talent and just had to come back for more

Ya see, this person here (hem hem, me) would like to ask if she could request something dealing with Young Remus Lupin Remmy Boi being a sweet older brother during the summer to his adoptive sister who is almost his age and very gay and him letting her hang out with him and the Mauraders because her friends were douchbags and skippy skip to Remus letting her rant about it while they sit in his bed, her head in his lap while she’s curled up in a ball and he’s half-heartedly reading while talking to her about her douche-bag friends before he cuddles his sis to his chest and lets her sleep in his bed that night

Anywho, sorry for annoyin you again but I’ve had a shit day and wanted to relax with one of my fav authors and a cuppa tea

baby i was so excited to write this, my internal message to homophobes lies within this one shot. y/n’s vent gave me very “gia ranting her her friends about being bi and it should be nobodies business”

my little sister

brother!remus lupin x fem!reader, girlfriend!marlene mckinnon x fem!reader

warnings: homophobia, mentions of slurs, mentions of conversion camp, angst? but not rly, fluffy remus, WOLFSTAR💋, swearing, jokingly mentions of murder, big brother energy from remus, um mentions of penises and masterbating😭, lowkey ravenclaw slander (ONLY MALES I PROMISE) and y/n being a baddie

word count: 1.3k

you were.... happy. yes, not in a sarcastic way. you had finally found a girl that didn’t just want to be your friend, or hate crime you. you found a girl that you wanted to kiss, a girl you wanted to love and girl that reciprocated that love. but unfortunately for you, your love choices had consequences and everyone else thought it was there business, commenting on it.

“𝗼𝗶, 𝗹𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗻! 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝘁?”

“𝗰’𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗹𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗻, 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘆𝗲𝘁?”

“𝗶 𝗯𝗲𝘁 𝘆/𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹.”

“𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗲, 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁? 𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗶’𝗺 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.”

so to society, you weren’t normal. the worst part was you weren’t always the one hearing it, the girls in your dorm heard it, your brother heard about it and his best friends also happen to hear about it. that also never happened to stop them from shooting a hex or 20 in someone’s direction but, nonetheless, you “weren’t normal.”

you were sitting in the library studying next to your gorgeous girlfriend, marlene mckinnon. oh did something as innocent as studying get flipped into so much more, both of you working on mcgonagalls transfiguration homework. all fine and well until the 7th year ravenclaws decided to crawl up your butt and die.

“i see you two haven’t been sent away yet.”

“aw well if it isn’t the two girls who think they’re in love.”

“the two fa-“

one of the boys didn’t even get to finish his sentence before your wand was pinned against his neck, and suddenly he was speechless.

“‘m gonna say this as delicately as possible to spare your shit feelings but, before you finish your very derogatory sentence i would love for you to reconsider your words.” you started, “i personally think it’s hilarious that you gits are so bothered by whomst m’intimate with.”

“for being known as the smart house, you 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 are so bloody stupid. i could rip out my own brain and give it to you and it still wouldn’t be enough for you to learn how to mind your damn business.” you said firmly, “your 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗸 has sunken into the air, so me and my girlfriend are going to get going.”

you took your wand away from his neck before the 3 boys scrambled to the other side of the library, in fear. you gathered both you, and marlene’s things before slinging your bags over your shoulder and walking out of the library. before you could turn the corner, her other arm gripped your arm putting you both to a halt.

you turned towards her beet red face, and eyes shining in adoration. “dude, i think that was the hottest thing you have ever done.” she said before pulling you into a lip lock outside of the library. would you have been very nervous in any other situation?absolutely. i mean you were kissing a female, in public, at school, in 1975. but in this moment you couldn’t care less about anything or anyone, just the beautiful girl that you were besotted with kissing you right now.

“good.” you giggled as you pulled away before pulling her arm in the direction of one of the hidden corridors.

the next time you found yourself diminished over your sexuality, you went to people who you genuinely felt safe and comfortable with. you burst through the marauders dorm, forgetting to knock but quickly covering your eyes.

“i really hope none of you are masterbating right now, because i’m sure as not in the mood to see a penis.”

“c’mon mini-moony, you’re literally never in the mood to see a penis.” sirius replied, you uncovered your eyes and saw sirius walk over to remus’ bed and put his head on remus’ shoulder, and a light blush covered both of there faces. james on the other hand was on the floor writing lily, one of the only other people who supported you, another love letter.

“ok so let me start, sirius and remus please splash some cold water on your face. james, get off your arse and actually be a normal person and try and have a normal conversation with lily because i assure you she doesn’t even read those letters. and the grand finale, if i get called 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 one more damn time necks will be broken and body parts and fluids will scatter on the floor.” you huffed, and sat at end of remus’ bed nonchalantly.

at the part of your mini-monologue where you mentioned being called a slur, james and sirius happened to jump from where they were, surrounding you with questions. “who called you that?!” “i need names, now, mini-moony.” meanwhile remus aggressively grabbed his wand and made a bee-line to the door. “OI! BROTHER OF MINE.” remus stopped at the sound of your voice and turned around, his grip on the wand leaving his knuckles a shade of white. “sit. now.” he scoffed before sitting on the bed staring straight at you.

you debated for a moment, before looking at remus. “lucius malfoy and his toerag puppy dog, evan rosier.” you shrugged before all of them made a run at the door, messily grabbing their wands stomping down the stairs leading to the common room.

as fifth year came to an end, summer eventually came to a start. as you were unpacking your trunk and putting your clothes in there rightful spots in your dresser before you heard a knock at the door. “come in!”

remus opened the door, leaning against the frame. “hey, you okay?” he knew it was a stupid question to ask, but ever since you came into his family he felt a sense of protectiveness over you. he would always look at you like a little girl who needed her laces double knotted because she would trip on them, and how she needed to climb on furniture to grab something and especially when his little sister wasn’t his little sister anymore and became and illegal animagus for him.

“having your picture with nice little names on them, i’m brilliant.” you said sarcastically before sitting on your bed and remus following your lead. he leaned his back against the headboard as you threw your head on his lap, curling yourself to make yourself as tiny as possible. “i mean why the hell does anyone care anyways? it’s not like i’m intervening in there lives, i’m not killing anyone? it works the exact same except it’s a girl and not a boy. i just don’t understand why everyone thinks they should have an opinion on something that isn’t there business to start with.” you vented as he rubbed your back, while reading. “i mean, i understand.” you looked at him with a raised brow, “sirius?” he sheepishly looked up from his book and nodded before looking down at his book again and blushing.

“please, i could spot that from a mile away. i mean you aren’t exactly subtle, at the mere touch you both look like you got out of a sauna.” you said, matter of fact like and pointing your finger in the air sassily, “at least lily and james don’t care.” he mumbled trying to make you and him feel better. “everyone shouldn’t care, but then again everyone else in this universe is also a pest.” you sighed, as he continued reading but not before speaking.

“people are stupid.”

“you’re right, people are stupid.”

“but you know what makes us feel better?”

“what?”

“chocolate.”

“wow remus, it’s almost like i had no idea.”

“well i’m always right, so suck it up and take it.” he said shoving a chocolate bar in your face.

“i mean you could always have a sleepover with me where we eat chocolate and laugh at bad movies?” he said before looking down at you.

“remus, first yes, second how the hell does sirius put up with your ‘know-it-all-ness’?” you looked at him smirking, clearly he didn’t like that and he closed his book smacking it against your head.

“𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝘂𝘀!”

[blitheringmcgonagall]

The Prank

@magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world thanks for tagging me on the 7 sentence WIP tag, this is from a short prequel I’m working on set just before the start of  We Can Be Heroes. That story starts off with the aftermath of the Prank, but I had never actually written the incident itself and have been working on it for a while... let me know if you like it...

  He stares at the tiny footprints, bunched up, close together, a gnawing, burning feeling in his chest. He doesn’t know what it is. Rage, he imagines. Rage is fine, although he hates himself that it matters to him, when Regulus has made it abundantly clear that he wants nothing to do with him. Rage is nothing like caring. Rage is fine, healthy, even. He tosses the map aside and lies there on his bed, wishing he were different. Peter is also lying on his bed own bed, daydreaming, sucking a lemon sherbet lolly, hand flicking through a Quidditch magazine.

“Can you stop making that infernal noise? It’s driving me insane!” he snaps, causing the blond-haired boy to nearly fall off his bed.

“Sorry,” Peter mutters, sounding a bit peeved.

He goes back to licking the sweet, quieter, but no less infuriating.

“Merlin, fuck!” he hisses under his breath.

He knows that Peter can hear him. The licking stops. He heaves a sigh of relief. He’s such an irritable bastard. He’s quite sure one of these days his friends will lose patience with him and kick him out of the Marauders’ dorm. Kick him out of the Marauders, altogether, if he’s not careful.

He’s never been much good at being careful.

He picks up the map again, on a whim, and glares as he sees the footprints still congregated together – Regulus Black, Severus Snape, Evan Rosier, Hugo Avery. What the ever-living fuck does his little brother want with those bastard wankers from his year? What are they doing to him? What lies are they feeding him? He wants to hurl something across the room, shatter the glass window looking idly out over the grounds, the photograph of the Potters, all three of them looking adoringly into each other’s faces and laughing, carefree. Rip Peter’s muggle poster of Farrah bloody Fawcett into shreds. Throw Remus’ chocolate out of the- no, he would never do that to Remus. Remus has enough shit going on in his life, he doesn’t need a pathetic, rich, pureblood, useless little fuck feeling sorry for himself and making his life any more stressful than it already is.

Selfish, useless, pathetic boy, you’ll end up on your own, nobody’s going to want you.

He hates that he can hear his mother’s cold, vicious tone so clearly in his head, see her face as vividly as though he were watching a muggle film, at the most inconvenient times.

Fuck everything.

Apparently, he said that last bit out loud, as James Potter, who has just walked out of their bathroom looks over at him with a slight frown. He’s wearing a white towel around his waist and vigorously towelling his obnoxious hair with another one. It nearly makes him forget how angry he’s supposed to be in favour of teasing his best friend for having such a bird’s nest on his head.

“Alright, Padfoot?” he says, squinting at Sirius because he’s blind and can see jack shit without his “coke” bottle glasses.

“Spiffing,” he says, putting on his best pureblood sneer.

Unfortunately, that doesn’t seem to have any effect on Prongs, who is obviously as stupid as he is visually challenged. He walks over towards Sirius’ bed, casually, and stops right beside him, towering over him.

“What?” he barks, making his voice as rude and offensive as he can.

James stands there, still towelling his hair, unperturbed, not speaking, probably trying to think of a diplomatic way to find out what’s wrong with him.

“Spit it out, Pads,” he says after a beat.

Diplomatic my arse.

“No,” Sirius replies, moving away from James and scowling as his gaze falls back down to the map lying by his side.

“Fuck off,” he adds, in case the idiot hasn’t gotten the message.

James makes a non-committal sound and stays put. He puts on his specs and says nothing. Sirius can’t stand the silence, he knows that James knows this too, that it’s one of James’ favourite tactics to get him to talk and he hates James, hates that can’t cope with the silence, because if he starts talking, he’ll probably tell him everything. And even worse, he might cry. And Sirius has never, ever, not once, in all their years in Hogwarts, ever cried in front of his friends. He may have found himself a disused classroom and cried, after the first time he saw Remus transform and watched him turn back to himself, lying curled up in a ball, hissing with pain when they tried to help him, maintaining he didn’t need any help, that he was fine. But not in front of his mates, never in front of them.

“If you don’t fuck off this instant-“ he growls, his voice trembling so he has to stop mid-sentence.

“Reg, is it?” James says, glancing at the map which he forgot to hide from view.

Fucking hell. He knows from bitter experience that there’s no point trying to beat James when he’s on one of his mother-hen missions.

“Yes, you prick,” he says flatly, folding the map, too late.

James grunts something vague and moves to sit on his bed, opposite SIrius. He’s just come back from a gruelling additional hour of Quidditch practice, which nobody made him do, and he looks healthy and youthful and purposeful and kind. And it annoys seven kinds of shite out of Sirius.

“Mixing with the wrong crowd again?” James says, more a statement than a question.

“Whatever,” Sirius replies, dismissive.

“I’m sorry,” James said, after a pause.

He looks less certain now, his hazel eyes scanning Sirius’ face, wanting to make things better for him. Well, he can’t, Sirius thinking, with vicious smugness. Even the wonderful James Potter can’t solve his problems. Because Sirius himself is his biggest problem.

He laughs. It comes out sounding bitter and too watery for his liking.

“You can’t… if he doesn’t want you to help him, you can’t make him…” James says, running a hand through his hair.

“Never stopped you before,” Sirius says, folding his arms protectively over his chest.

James rolls his eyes at Sirius, but there’s no anger in them.

“Yeah, well, I’m a lost cause,” the messy haired boy replies.

He hates how stubborn, how dogged this boy is. Sometimes he wants to see how far he would have to push him away to lose him altogether.

“I don’t think Reg… I don’t think he’s able to, I don’t think he would be allowed to…” James continues.

“Fucking coward!” Sirius says, wishing he didn’t sound so bloody bothered by it all.

James looks over again, tossing a red t-shirt over his head.

“You’ve got me. I’m your brother now,” James says, quietly, confidently.

Sirius clenches his jaw. He will not cry, Merlin, damn it.

“You’re not my brother, Potter,” he says, derisively, dismissively, coldly.

He watches a flicker of hurt cross James’ face, replaced by something else. He watches as his friend picks up an apple and bites into it, placing a hand behind his head, crossing his long legs.

“I know that,” James says. “But you’re mine.”

[casualmaraudering]

so i can't get family feels out of my head so have some headcanons feat wolfstar having their first baby

Sirius is immediately so excited at first

and even though it's a nine month long wait (even longer with a procedure of getting a surrogate and all) he's so very happy

he physically cannot go shopping without coming back with at least one bag of baby stuff

the socks are so tiny, he's not strong enough to resist

he clears a room in the house right away. Remus doesn't let him turn it into a nursery that fast, but they designate it as the baby stuff pile and so Sirius puts all the shopping bags there

and really, Remus acts as if he's more calm about the whole ordeal but he also contributes to the baby pile quite fast

Sirius will randomly grin to him and go "we're gonna have a family" and how can you not love this man when he's this happy about it?

around the halfway mark is where things turn different

it's when they start painting the nursery, buying furniture, and slowly coming up with names when Sirius has A Thought

it being: what if i end up like my parents

what if the baby hates me like i hated my dad and mom

what if they won't feel at home here like i did

he panics, and internalises it, and therefore freaks himself out even more

he lets it slip during a dinner with James and Lily. the remainder of the dinner is spent with everyone telling him what a fantastic dad he's going to be and why are his thoughts such bullshit

even Regulus texts him the next day saying the kid will be happy to have such a home

they don't have a baby shower so to say, but there is a gathering of friends and family where everyone gifts them things. and also there's cute cupcakes (gender neutral ones, cause Sirius and Remus 1 don't want to make the gender a weirdly big deal 2 they want to find out at birth so no gender reveals) and James cries a lot about being an uncle

Sirius quits smoking finally

Sirius decides he doesn't need instructions to put furniture together

he is immediately defeated by an ikea wardrobe

Remus puts it together with surprising ease. he uses the instructions though

the nursery is yellow (Remus's favourite colour)

Sirius buys so many glow in the dark stars. so. many

the stars and the moon are a theme, of course. there's a little mobile with some stars and the moon in the centre, the furniture has star shaped handles, there's a little space rug, and there's also wolf and dog plushies - they go all out and yes, it's sappy, but it's their baby okay, they get to be sappy

they spend a lot of nights just cuddled together and talking about the family they'll have

Sirius cries so hard when he sees the baby for the first time

Remus also cries. but Sirius honestly tears up every time he sees the baby for like. the entire day

just imagine those two boys holding hands and having the biggest smiles on their faces looking at their little baby

the few black hairs on his head and the tiny hands and the little feet and small chubby cheeks

they name him Leo

(Regulus has no excuse not to visit now)

they talk to the baby a lot

Remus reads him his favourite books as a way to pass time. Pride and Prejudice, Dorian Gray, LOTR, all that. he also comments quite a lot, pretending as if he's having an actual discussion with a one month old baby

Sirius's favourite past time is just holding his baby, or just literally lying there while Leo sleeps on his chest. it's so simple and yet he's so happy about it

Sirius starts to wear his hair in a very secure bun. having a baby pulling your hair is very much not a fun thing

Remus has a pretty unregulated lifestyle anyway so he's mostly up at night, while Sirius loves to get up in the morning so he's in charge of breakfast and entertaining in the mornings

sometimes if it's particularly early and Remus argues he doesn't want to get out of bed yet, Sirius will just put Leo into bed with Remus and they'll just hang out there, it's extremely adorable

Sirius sings french lullabies, and talks in french quite a lot. basically any time Remus isn't around his brain wires back to french and so the baby will absolutely be bilingual at this rate

Remus goes back to work when Leo is around 6 months old - he's a very work oriented person, he'd honestly go insane if he had to stay at home all the time

Sirius is more than happy to rebrand to a stay at home dad

it only results in a handful of disasters a day at first

Remus doesn't need to know ok

Sirius likes to say he's got his shit together emotionally and then Leo says his first word (which is 'dada') and he cries so hard

Remus will have Leo on his lap when grading homework and will, of course, chat with his dutiful assistant quite a lot

"Can you imagine Maddie wrote this? This is the worst paper of hers I've ever read"

"Bwaba"

"Exactly. I'll have to have a word with her on Monday"

James visits them at least twice a week, he can't just not see his favourite nephew less often ok

Leo's first Halloween, Sirius dresses him up as a little ghost

they don't go trick or treating, but they take a lot of pictures. and then when the baby sleeps the adult eat far too much candy and watch horror movies and snuggle

Sirius has always had a Christmas spirit, but when it's Leo's first Christmas it hits So much harder than usual

he decorates the house on the first of december and nearly falls off the ladder several times

his Google history for the month being: "can a 9 month old drink eggnog" "can a baby eat gingerbread cookies" "can i take a baby sledding" and whatnot

despite that the house has too many decorations, Remus really doesn't mind the holiday spirit cause Sirius is truly in his element every December, and now he seems twice as happy as usual

he, of course, puts mistletoe on the doorframe of the kitchen. cause yes they're married with a baby but that doesn't mean they can't make out in the door like teenagers

James puts a hat with antlers on Leo and proceeds to take so many pictures and send them to literally everyone he knows

Lily and Sirius make and decorate gingerbread cookies and this time there's only a few penis shaped ones. they've all grown up yall

Leo gets the most presents, of course

and by the time he's in bed sleeping, and everyone leaves after Christmas dinner, Sirius and Remus curl up by the fireplace and talk about what a good year they've had

and when New Year's comes along, their only resolutions are to try and make their little boy as happy as possible

[lamesiscanon]

Pine Tree

Day 8 coming in 6. DAYS. LATE. because someone's computer decided to just not work anymore :( Anyways, thats my excuse so please enjoy. (prompt list by @remus-john-lupin )

The morning chill was almost enough for Remus to tuck his feet back under the blankets and succumb once again to the comfortable lull of sleep and a warm body tucked against him. Key word: almost. Remus hadn’t set his wand alarm this early for nothing, and he was going to stick to his plan. With great effort, he swung his legs out from under the blankets and over the edge of the bed to quietly get ready for a cold morning spent in the snow. 

Lemon raised her head from her spot on the sofa when he came downstairs. If she was curious why Remus was awake so early, she didn’t show. Instead, she licked her paws a few times and laid back down again to go to sleep. Reese’s was another story. Her wagging tail hit Remus on the shins a couple of times as he leaned down and tried to pet her. He was able to calm Reese’s down by pouring her an early helping of food in her bowl, and Lemon’s too, just to be fair. The dog and kneazle best friend duo ate side by side as Remus prepared his morning tea as quietly as possible, and then he’d be out of the house. 

Reese’s came to the door with him after she was done eating, tugging on her leash hanging from a hook near the back door. They rarely used it, but it was her way of showing that she wanted to be outside. Deciding that it wouldn’t hurt to have her with him, Remus opened the door for the both of them to venture into the expanse of trees they were lucky to call their back yard.

The morning was light, but there was not yet any rays of sun to warm him through the three layers of coats. Remus took Sirius’ sweatshirt as his first layer, and then wore his own jacket as a second, and finally, Lyall’s old flannel coat was bundled tightly over the whole of it. Still, Remus was looking forward to either the sun rising, or getting back to the cabin. Which ever came first. 

Reese’s walked ahead of him, diving under the fresh powder of the forest and barking at random tree branches. She disappeared under a pile of snow for a couple of seconds before coming back out with her tongue out and tail wagging happily. 

The search for the perfect pine tree was tougher than Remus was expecting. It was easy to completely disregard the few aspen trees scattered here and there and focus on the green pines, which were tall and plentiful. But that was exactly the problem. Remus was trying to surprise Sirius with the perfect real tree to put in their living room, and everything he’s spotted so far was either too tall or too bare.

Reese’s started barking again, though this time she was out of Remus’ sight. He gave up on the tree he was looking at now, which wouldn’t have been too tall if he just cut from the middle but it wasn’t full enough. Instead, he followed the sounds of Reese’s’ barking and found her facing the most beautiful pine tree in the world. It was the perfect height with the ideal amount of branches. It wasn’t bare in the slightest, but it wasn’t too full that Sirius could decorate it if he chose to. It was exactly what Remus was looking for when he came out into the forest at the crack of dawn.

In hindsight, he should’ve realized that there would’ve been a completely different reason for a dog to be barking at a regular pine tree, but Remus had it cut with his wand and levitating behind him as he made his way back to their cabin home. Reese’s was still barking at the tree when they arrived on the back porch, so Remus left her outside to get some of her energy out while he set the tree up in it’s stand in the corner next to the fireplace. When all was said and done, Remus went back to the kitchen for another cup of tea and to get started on a proper breakfast for him and Sirius. 

Halfway through cooking the hash browns, a pair of arms made their way around his waist and a chin was resting over his shoulder. 

“Hey.” Remus greeted, leaning his head against the one resting on him for just a moment before focusing back on the food. 

“Hey yourself. Would you mind telling me why there’s a pine tree in our living room?” Sirius’ voice was still groggy with sleep and his tone was accusing, though his arms didn’t go anywhere from Remus’ waist. 

“Hmmm, well if I remember correctly, I’m pretty sure I went out and cut it down this morning.” Remus took the pan of hash browns off the heat and turned around in Sirius’ arms to face him. “Since you wanted one, and all.” 

Sirius squinted his eyes up at Remus for a moment before his face broke out into the widest of grins and he leaned up to kiss him. “I only mentioned it in passing, you know. You didn’t actually have to wake up this early just to get me a tree.” 

“No shit?” Remus asked, trailing his hands up and down Sirius’ arms and relishing in the warmth that was brought back to him after his frigid morning. “I wonder why I did it anyway... hm, could be that I’m in love with you.”

Sirius kissed him, a quick peck to the lips before he was dragging Remus away from breakfast and into the other room to look at the tree.

In the living room, they found Lemon in her same spot still snoozing on the couch. One look told them Reese’s was outside the window on the back porch, no longer barking but staring intently at the tree. Remus paid no mind. 

Sirius walked around the tree, trying to look contemplative but was betrayed by his own wide grin that took over. Remus watched him, content with the peaceful moment of the beautiful morning and with himself for finding such a beautiful tree, and nothing had even gone wrong. 

“Remus?” Sirius spoke up now, standing behind a branch where Remus couldn’t see him. “Why is there a hedgehog in our pine tree?” 

Remus hurried over, putting Sirius behind him as an act of protection and getting him out of the way so Remus could get a look at whatever Sirius had spotted. Indeed, there was a little creature nestled on the branches of their pine tree. 

“Oh.” Remus reached out to the animal, looking at the branch it resided on and was careful to keep his voice low. “It’s not a hedgehog, it’s a Knarl. Similar to a hedgehog in looks and behavior, but their quills have magical properties that can be useful in potions. They are cautious creatures, but will take to you almost immediately just by avoiding eye contact and not making so much noise. They don’t like loud things, but they don’t like quiet, either. You can talk to them quietly, but usually humming a song will do the trick.”

Remus was busy trying to convince the Knarl into his open palm and did not notice Sirius staring at him until he was turned around with a tiny creature in his palm. He was smiling to himself and softly petting the animal with two fingers, completely immersed in Professor mode.

“The females are larger in size and have a darker color in quills. Males are smaller, but the unique thing about them is their quills often have a gradient change in color. More often than not, a male Knarl’s quills will start at a darker color closer to the skin and get lighter at the top. Based on the size and color of this one, she’s a fully grown female.” Remus looked up then, and Sirius reveled in the moment Remus remembered that he was at home with his husband, not in his classroom at Hogwarts.

“How do you even know all of that? You’re the DADA professor, not Care of Magical Creatures.” Sirius asked as he came up to pet the Knarl with his own fingers. Remus smiled. 

“I’m just smarter than you, that’s how.” Remus admitted, watching the Knarl curl up in his palm and sniff his fingers. “Any questions?” He joked. 

“Hmmm. How did I get so incredibly lucky?” Sirius asked, but Remus’ only answer was a roll of his eyes. Sirius hummed to himself now, a Led Zeppelin song that had played on the radio yesterday. The Knarl looked up at Sirius, who was careful to avoid eye contact just like Remus said. The creature deemed Sirius a worthy candidate and made to move from Remus’ palm and into Sirius’.

“So, what are we naming her?” Remus asked, beaming at his husband and the way he was marveling at having the Knarl in his hand. 

Sirius’ head snapped up, though he was careful to not jostle the girl. “We can’t keep her, what if she doesn’t want to stay here?”

Remus looked out the window for a brief moment to see Reese’s tail wagging and no longer staring at the pine tree in trepidation. It made sense now, that she had barked at the tree the entire way home and took up guard duty at the window before Remus or Sirius knew that they had another pet on their hands. Reese’s probably deserved a few extra Christmas presents this year. 

“We’ll let her leave if she wants to,” Remus shrugged, “But I did sort of cut down her home on accident, so maybe she’ll want to stay. I’ll name her, you can charm the tree to stay alive, and if she still wants to leave then we’ll allow her to.” 

“Wait, why do you get to name her? You named a Kneazle Lemon!” Sirius asked, careful to still keep his voice down as the Knarl crawled over his arm and explored his jacket. 

“Because she’s yellow and white, it made sense! You named a black dog after a candy that is brown and red so therefore, I get to name our new friend.” Remus stuck out his arm when the Knarl crawled to the ends of Sirius’ fingertips. The Knarl hopped onto Remus’ arm to scurry the whole way up his arm and settle into the flop of greying curls. 

“Oh Merlin, that’s just too precious. Look, Moons, even the animals know your hair is a nest!” Sirius hurried away to find their camera, and Remus was too amused in the situation to be mad. Sirius came back, snapping a picture of Remus looking up towards his hair with a dopey grin on his face while the Knarl snuggled into the curls. 

“So? What’d you decide for the name?” Sirius asked as he put the camera away and sat down on their couch. Lemon woke up and moved herself onto his lap to receive affection. 

“I thought we’d keep the food theme going. She looks like a Cocoa, don’t you think?” Remus took a seat next to Sirius, grabbing his book with his right hand and holding Sirius’ own with his other. The whole time he was careful not to move his head too much. 

“Cocoa? You had an opportunity to call her Carl the Knarl and you went with Cocoa?” 

“Well she doesn’t look like a Carl to me! She looks like a cocoa.” Remus defended. “And you don’t get to say anything about my naming choices since you named our dog after a peanut butter cup.” Remus settled back into the couch, indignant about not being able to settle into his book. 

Sirius let him be for a moment, still holding his hand and petting Lemon. Reese’s had been let in before they had sat down, and she took to running circles around their new pine tree. From the soft breaths coming from on top of Remus’ head, Sirius could tell that Cocoa had fallen asleep. Sirius was struck with the sudden clarity that this was his family, and he felt like he belonged. 

“Hey, Remus?”

Remus didn’t look up from his book, but he hummed in acknowledgement to show that he was listening. Sirius wanted to tell him how he had never before felt so happy, that his best moments were these ones spent with Remus doing almost nothing together. He wanted to tell Remus that he would do anything for him, just like Remus had got up early to go out and get a tree just because Sirius had wanted one even though they didn’t have any ornaments. Most of all Sirius wanted to tell Remus that he was truly, madly, deeply in love with him. Remus knew all of this, though. As much as they said it aloud to each other, they said it through actions, like getting a pine tree for their living room. And so Remus already knew.

“Thanks for the tree.” Sirius told him instead, but he knew Remus heard what he had meant anyway, and beamed.

[theaspers]

you feel like home | satan x reader

a/n: i’m too lazy to finish this but i got lazy towards the end so here, you can have it. college au so everyone’s human here but u will find i rarely ever write satan’s name and that’s only bc it’s so weird to write it and think about how in this au a set of parents thought naming their child satan is ok lol. this will be the only time u see me use a post divider bc it’s that messy.

here is how it usually is:

satan wakes up with a start. his breathing is heavy, every gasp sounding terribly like it might be his last, and his eyes are wild. this isn’t fear because he is not afraid. he is never afraid. rather, it is anger. anger at himself, at his brothers, at anyone and everyone who has ever wronged him before. fiery red and burnt orange, anger in all possible forms and shapes and sizes, rolling off of him in waves.

there is not many places in which he finds respite from the barrage of emotions he constantly feels. but when you wake up, bleary-eyed and groggy, and say nothing, waiting with the utmost patience for him to return. when you wrap an arm around his shoulders, careful and cautious. when you tug him down and hum a little tune under your breath that lulls him back to sleep. it’s as close to one as he’ll ever get, he thinks.

for a fleeting second, he thinks about telling you of his feelings. vomit it all out so he doesn’t have to sit any longer with the uncomfortable feelings that’s been bubbling at the pit of his stomach for far too long. but your fingers are too gentle as they press against his still-pounding heart, and your eyes are too tender as they meet his own. there’s an unusually bright beam of moonlight spilling across your features from the gap between the curtains and it makes you look as dazzling as ever. it wouldn’t be right to ruin such a beautiful moment, he thinks, to ruin such a beautiful person with all of whatever he is. so he doesn’t.

repeat and recycle.

you are kind. with him, you’ve managed to practice this weird balance of confident indifference and empathy that just works for him. it’s never been like that before. not when he’d lost his parents but had felt relieved instead of the expected grief. not when his sister had died and had taken along with her a good portion of everyone’s soul. not when he’d finally just upped and left because the tension in the house was getting too much for him to bear.

he has no parents, he told you once, a long time ago. a green haze of disgust had curled around him and eyes steaming, rolling and boiling. the grip he had on the stack of papers he’d been flicking through caused ripples across the filled pages. you know this fact, clever enough to have gathered as much from how much he soured whenever parents were mentioned, but he had never outright admitted it.

“you’re ruining my notes,” you’d said to him instead of the pity he is all too familiar with. there had been a deep furrow between your eyebrows, displeasure in your frown, “i worked extremely hard on that.”

it had been relief, looking back now, that had filled him up to the brim. his heart had felt full, but not in the bad way - always in the good way with you - and he’d felt unburdened for once. he looked at you then, eyebrows raised. where he thought there would be anger, there was only amusement. he’d only known you for a handful of months but somehow he’d expected as much from you. and it’s comfortable.

“the world’s full of awful, terrible people who shouldn’t be parents,” you’d pointed at him with an opened highlighter pen, waving the neon tip in his direction, “doesn’t mean you’re awful or terrible too.”

huh.

“and it certainly doesn’t mean i want to spend my whole afternoon talking about them,” your frown turned into a scowl as you reached over the tabletop filled with textbooks and worn notebooks and loose papers, “give those here if you’re not gonna treat them right.”

light laughter spilled out of his lips as he pulled the notes away. you were kind. too kind. looking back, that must have been the start of it all.

you’re curled up in a hoodie, crumpled up on the sofa in a way he’s sure is not good at all for your posture but he’s long given up trying to chastise you over it. face smooshed against the arm of the chair, a textbook draped open over your chest in a way that makes him wince, you looked positively ridiculous. ignoring the pang of fondness, he nudges you with his knee.

“come on,” he says, closing the textbook and putting it aside, “let’s get you to bed.”

you groan but are otherwise easily coaxed into bed, curling into his side as he lead you to your room. the fondness magnifies immensely. that you’d spent the better half of yesterday revisiting old topics and making notes which is why you’re so tired right now is somehow endearing to him. he brushes his lips against your forehead as he watches you settle into bed. if he spends a bit more time lingering at the door, no one would know.

he doesn’t want to say it’s because of you but you did play a big part in it. he talks more to his brothers now and it’s, well, good. it’s the distance and the fresh air too, maybe.

he doesn’t have parents but he does have 6 brothers, he’d admitted one quiet night. the two of you had been lying on your backs, the clear night sky spread out over your figures, gorgeous swirls of different shades of blacks and dark blues with specks of bright diamond jewels. 6 brothers and a sister who had passed and had taken a piece of all of them with her.

“oh.” you’d said but you already knew about his brothers because he’d told you. not so much in stories, of course, but through bits and pieces he’d mentioned here and there. beel likes that snack, he would tell you and so you’d tell him to send some to him. asmo’s been talking to him about a brand new make up collection that’ll be released soon and so you’d tell him that you’ll keep an eye out. but the thing about his sister - that’s new.

the hurt is still there even though it’s been a long time now. raw pain as if his chest is dangerously exposed and someone’s gone ahead and ripped his still-beating heart out of him. he has yet to find that heart, it seems. it still hurts but ever since he’d left, he’s been able to breathe a bit better. see past the green and grey cloud that hovered over him and his brothers when he’d been at home.

“that one’s orion,” you’d murmured, and he knows it’s just you trying to digest his words, trying to figure out a good response, “people use that one to find other stars too, did you know that?”

he did, in fact. but still, he’d watched, quiet as you pointed out a few others. your eyes are wonder-filled, the twinkle brighter than anything else in the sky, and it had left him breathless. the tightness around his throat had loosened. southeastward and there is sirius, you’d said, in awe and in love. from rigel to betelgeuse, there is gemini - the stars castor and pollux.

“it must be stuffy to be immortalised like that, huh?” you’d turned him then, meeting his eyes, smile gentle, “always expected to be same. unchanging. must be suffocating.”

a stray chuckle leaves him, weak.

“just let it happen,” you told him afterwards and he’d wanted to laugh even more because it shouldn’t be that easy to absolve him of everything he’s been feeling but it had been. “all i’m saying is that you don’t need to feel guilty anymore.”

“talk to them,” you suggested, no hesitation, letting him lean against you, “they lost a sister too, you know?”

there’s a lecture that he has to attend in about an hour but you’re still snoring away on your side of his bed and it’s so tempting to join you in sweet slumber. you don’t have classes until later on so you’re good but he’ll be late if he dallies for any longer.

but he can’t seem to pull himself away from you. so he takes this in, the absolute mess in the morning. listens to your steady breathing. savours the moment and keeps it close. a beautiful solace that he’ll allow himself for when he needs the reprieve.

“ha,” there’s a smug curl to your lips, eyelids fluttering open as if knowing that he’d been starting, “nerd. go to class.”

he rolls his eyes. he could always count on you to ruin a tender moment.

“you should get one for lucifer,” the words barely leave your mouth before you’re laughing, from a tiny little snicker to full blown laughter, “for- for cerberus.”

the hand that’s holding out your phone for him to see the page full of ugly little suit for dogs shakes wildly. he scowls at the mention of his eldest brother and you laugh even more, setting down your utensils in favour of rubbing the tears that have sprung up in the corner of your eyes from laughing too hard.

“are you going back for the break?” you ask once you’ve calmed down, reaching over to pull his plate of pie closer to yourself. you pick up your fork once more, digging into the soft pastry.

he curls his nose at the prospect of going back home, “unfortunately.”

“unfortunately,” you parrot playfully, rolling your eyes. “yeah, okay.” 

“it’s been a long time coming anyways,” you grin around the mouthful of pie, “they miss you, i think. and don’t tell me you don’t miss them too.”

he sighs, shakes his head as he tugs his plate back over to his side. he knew he shouldn’t have given asmo your phone number. he would never attest to the happiness that blooms in chest. no one would be able to prove it, anyways.

here’s how it is now:

he reels you into a hug as he’s about to leave for back home. he feels as light as a feather, and he has to admit, he’s a bit...excited. when the two of you break apart, he says thank you and gives you an earnest smile. he has to suppress his laughter when feels the way you shudder in his arms.

something’s changing. and change is, well, good. in most cases. and this is one of those cases. it’s good. he’s not afraid, he tells you, he’s never afraid. there is no fear. no anger. just adoration and fondness. for you.

and so he decides in that moment - when he gets back, he’ll let you know.

[lovingremus]

just a bit stuck

Whenever Sirius gets upset at Remus over some little things, he dramatically storms off to their dorm and curls up as Padfoot at the end of his bed to wait for Remus to come after him

This time, it’s because Remus is too busy tutoring some first-years and not cuddling with him when Sirius absolutely needs attention from his boyfriend

So he makes sure Remus sees him marching upstairs

And he knows Remus will follow him soon, so he decides to go one step further in being a drama queen. He decides to hide.

And he transforms into Padfoot, sneaks under a heavy wardrobe and presses tightly against the floor because the space he has is very small and uncomfortable

His shoulder’s aching, and as he tries to fix his position one of his paws slips into a hole on the floor - apparently one of the floorboards is missing - and he gets stuck

He can’t pull it out because there’s just no space for him to move up at all

He can’t turn back into a boy because his human form is taller and his limbs longer and he’d just get hurt in the process

Then he hears the door open and sees Remus’s shoes stop right next to the wardrobe, and he knows Remus is scanning the room with his eyes. He can imagine the confused look on Remus’s face, wondering where he’d gone

“Sirius?” he hears Remus call, in a slightly worried voice.

Sirius can’t really blush as a dog, but was he in his human form, his face would burn scarlet right now

He let’s out a small sound, a sad whimper, which makes Remus turn on his heels and drop on his knees, peeking under the wardrobe.

A sweet smile spreads on his face. “What the are you doing there, love? Come out. I’m here, okay? I’ll focus on you now, I promise.”

And Padfoot just gives him a very embarrassed look and whines again.

Remus somehow always understands him perfectly. And now, his grin widens. “You can’t? Oh Merlin, are you stuck?”

There are actual tears of laughter in Remus’s eyes as he pulls out his wand, mumbles Wingardium Leviosa, levitating the wardrobe just enough for Sirius to pull his paw from the creak and crawl out

And as soon as Sirius is on his feet again he turns into a human and throws himself on his bed, burying his face into his pillow

Remus lies down next to him and wraps him in his arms, still laughing as he kisses his cheek repeatedly

And Sirius feels so embarrassed and humiliated and wishes Remus would stop laughing already because it’s wasn’t funny at all but he can’t really be mad at the boy who’s smiling against his cheek and pulling him into a tighter hug

Eventually Sirius manages to grin too because at the he got what he wanted – his boyfriend finally next to him and drawing tiny hearts on his neck with his fingertips, obviously more affectionate than he’d be without the incident

And he turns to kiss Remus back, happy that he’s there, and happy that he looks so happy, and learned exactly zero lessons

And by the next morning Remus has told James and Peter everything, of course he has, and the boys are now laughing at Sirius but he doesn’t care because the smile on that adorable, scarred face was worth it

[marlmckitten]

FIRST FIGHT

oof this is not a good creative week for me

Marlene and Sirius had fought a hundred times, but never over anything serious. Over whether tea or coffee was better. Cats or dogs. What do get for dinner. When James and Lily would finally tie the know. There was always something and yes, they typically got a little heated for such idiotic topics but they never made anything personal and it never made their relationship waiver. Everyone thought that it would be explosive when they moved in together, there was no doubt that they loved one another, but they were both loud, opinionated and full of fire. It was a wonder they had made it this long without anything happening. Both Marlene and Sirius were aware of these traits though, and they knew that if they did fight, neither of them would back down. It was something they were both afraid of, they did not want their relationship to end just because neither were great with keeping their emotions in check, especially when angry.

However, like any couple living together, inevitably it would eventually come. Due to not properly sharing their emotions, when it did, it was every bit as explosive as their friends feared.

Neither of them had any idea where or how the argument began. But it had been hours since they had started.

“WHILE ON THE TOPIC OF YOU BEING A DICKHEAD WHY THE HELL DID YOU THINK I EVER WANTED TO LIVE HERE ANYWAY IN THIS RUBBISH PLACE?!” Marlene was shouting at the top of her lungs. “I HAD A GREAT PLACE, WITH MY FAMILY WHO ACTUALLY LOVE AND CARE ABOUT ME!”

“THEN GO MOVE BACK IN WITH THEM!” Sirius yelled back, “SEE IF I CARE. MIGHT BE NICE TO GET SOME PEACE AND QUIET FOR ONCE.”

Marlene glared at him, there were pillows thrown around the ground around them from getting so heated they had to throw or kick something and pillows seemed the least harmful. Except for when one of them kicked the nightstand and the lamp fell off and broke, which only made the other more angry and eventually brought them here. “If I walk out that door right now I am never coming back.”

Sirius shrugged, “Good riddance!”

“You’re suck a fucking twat!”

“You’re the one walking out darling,” Sirius used his go-to petname for her, but in such a snark that Marlene let out a small scream, “Leave, get out already if you’re so miserable! See if I care!”

Storming to the closet and opening it so hard the door slammed against the wall, Marlene grabbed a duffle bag and shoved whatever she could find of hers into it. “We are over. I don’t ever want to hear from you again!”

“Fine by me,” Sirius replied, marching to their front door and swinging it open to escort her out. 

She picked up a few more things with her and left, rage still bubbling inside of her, her face so red that she felt as if it were on fire. Sirius was the same, once she cleared the door, he slammed it so hard, he thought he might have broken something but didn’t care in the moment. It was a tiny flat, but neither of them had much money plus there was a war raging, it wasn’t the time for anything extravagant. She had mentioned that the place wasn’t good enough for her but it was Sirius who was used to having all the gold he could wish for. Before his parents disowned him. James had inherited everything from his parents, and although he offered nearly every day, Sirius didn’t like taking things from him. So him and Marlene settled for this place. It had one tiny closet, it was always too hot, the shower only worked sometimes and there was no kitchen. But it was theirs and they had loved it together. They were the type that didn’t care where they were, as long as they were together.

Through the mess they made, Sirius managed to find a bottle of firewhiskey. They had no clean glasses so he simply drank it straight from the bottle. Perhaps he said it would be nice to get some peace and quiet but truthfully he hated it. He had struggled with it his entire life, he did not like feeling alone. Now without Marlene here it felt lonely, dark, and hopeless. He drank all night until he passed out on the couch, clutching one of Marlene’s shirts.

Marlene, however, went back to her parents. They had asked her what had happened but she refused to talk about it, instead going up to her bedroom and crying by herself, refusing to admit how hurt and weak she felt without Sirius by her side. Even her brothers couldn’t coax anything out of it and when she thought back she couldn’t explain anyway, she had no memory of why or what had started it all. Or why she thought leaving would solve anything. She loved Sirius. Absolutely adored him, she didn’t want to be away from him. But there was no way he would want her back after everything she said.

Sirius thought he would hold out stronger than he did. But as soon as he woke up the next morning it was to the heartbreaking reminder that Marlene was not home with him. He considered going back to drink again but his bottle was empty and they were out. Pacing the tiny length of their flat a few times, he eventually put on his favourite leather jacket and practically ran out the front door, not even bothering to lock it when he left. He ran all the way to Marlene’s parents house and began pounding on the front door, “Dammit Marls open up!” He shouted, “There’s a bloody war going on, I’m not gonna fight with you!”

Although it was well past noon, Marlene was still curled up in her bed, blankets pulled all the way over her head and was trying to sleep. The pounding at the front door continued and her mother came to get her. “Sweetie, Sirius is outside asking for you,” she said gently. Having not the slightest clue what had happened, she did not know if she should let him in or not. If he had hurt her little girl, she wanted to send him away. But her mother did know her well, and knew that it could have been a two-way argument and wanted to be sure she was doing what was best for Marlene. “Do you want to talk to him or shall I send him out?”

Marlene peaked her head out of the blankets, her eyes were red and swollen. “What’s he saying?”

“MARLENE MILLIE MCKINNON GET OUT HERE. AT LEAST TELL ME THAT YOU GOT HERE SAFELY.” There was panic building in Sirius’ voice as he realized that something could have happened to her on her way over.

Her mother smiled, “I think you should talk to him.”

Nodding, Marlene got out of bed and walked to the front door, opening it to see Sirius in no better shape than she was. His hair was all over the place and he was still wearing the clothes she saw him yesterday in. “Oh thank Merlin,” he said, clutching her close to him and kissing her head, “I don’t care what you’re angry about, I’m sorry for whatever it is. I love you Marls.” He said as she pulled them both inside and shut the door. It wasn’t safe on the streets right now, especially not as members of the Order of the Phoenix. “I’m such a wanker for letting you leave. What if something had happened to you!”

Marlene smiled and nuzzled in closer to him, “I’m the one who stormed off,” she told him. “I love you too.”

There was no need to bring up the past again. They loved each other and whatever they were angry about paled in comparison to how in love they were. Sirius spent all night promising her, that he would ever get that angry again and Marlene swore she wouldn’t storm out no matter what happened with the two of them. They were determined to keep to their word on this topic too. Sirius kept having flashes of what would have happened if someone had tracked her home and sent death eaters to her family. And Marlene knew how much Sirius hated sleeping alone and felt awful for leaving him like that. They had made it through their first fight and were stronger for it.

I’m sorry but I hate re reading and editing things. Also I considered making this when Marlene dies but figured we need to not cry every once in a while. Love you all for reading my Blackinnon weeks posts! xo

[twoidiotwriters1]

Written In The Stars LXI (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: Four more chapters to go! I must say, book three was by far the cutest thing I’ve written so far. They’re all so small and with minimal trauma lmao -Danny

Words: 2,039

Warnings: Plenty of blood, swearing I believe, and angst.

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Chapter Twenty: Moonlight.

"Harry, this piece of vermin is the reason you have no parents," Black said harshly. "This cringing bit of filth would have seen you die too, without turning a hair. You heard him. His own stinking skin meant more to him than your whole family."

"I know," Harry said, his voice sounded distant. "We'll take him up to the castle. We'll hand him over to the dementors... He can go to Azkaban... but don't kill him."

"Harry!" Pettigrew threw himself over to Harry, hugging his legs. "You — thank you — it's more than I deserve — thank you —"

"Get off me," Harry growled. "I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing it because — I don't reckon my dad or Matt would've wanted them to become killers — just for you."

No one dared to talk against Harry's decision. Mel's breathing was slowing down, she felt calm enough to open her eyes and meet Lupin's gaze. It was as if he was waiting for her confirmation too. What else was there to add? Harry had said it all, their fathers died so they could live good lives. She nodded, standing up from the bed and letting the relief wash over her when the world stayed in its place.

"You're the only people who have the right to decide," said Black, looking at the kids. "But think... think what he did..."

"He can go to Azkaban," Harry repeated. "If anyone deserves that place, he does..."

"Killing him won't bring them back," She added. "We know that, Harry and I. His death– It wouldn't change anything... the ministry finding out the truth, that would change all."

"Very well," said Lupin, he then turned to the boy. "Stand aside, Harry. I'm going to tie him up, that's all, I swear."

"But if you transform, Peter," Black added once Pettigrew was tied up. "We will kill you. You agree, kids?"

Harry looked down and nodded.

"Right," said Lupin. "Ron, I can't mend bones nearly as well as Madam Pomfrey, so I think it's best if we just strap your leg up until we can get you to the hospital wing."

Lupin approached her friend and leaned in front of him.

"Ferula." He said, and bandages covered up Ron's leg completely, strapping it to a splint. Lupin and Mel helped him to his feet.

"That's better," he said. "Thanks."

"What about Professor Snape?" said Hermione.

"He can sit on a cactus and-" Mel stopped at her uncle's glare. "We'll take him too."

"There's nothing seriously wrong with him," Lupin casually checked Snape's pulse. "You were just a little — overenthusiastic. Still out cold. Er — perhaps it will be best if we don't revive him until we're safely back in the castle. We can take him like this..."

"He'll be livid," Mel grimaced. "He hated us before but now he'll do anything to make us live hell... Though nothing will ever make me forget how his body flew up like a ragdoll," She smiled guiltily.

Black was looking at her in a funny way, almost smiling, but not quite.

"Mother's daughter all right," He mumbled hoarsely.

"Mobilicorpus," mumbled Lupin.

As though invisible strings were tied to Snape's wrists, neck, and knees, he was pulled into a standing position, head still lolling unpleasantly, like a grotesque puppet. He hung a few inches above the ground, his limp feet dangling. Lupin picked up the Invisibility Cloak and tucked it safely into his pocket.

"And two of us should be chained to this," said Black, nudging Pettigrew with his toe. "Just to make sure."

"I'll do it," said Lupin.

"And me," said Ron savagely, limping forward.

"That's brave of you," Mel patted his shoulder. "Thank you, Ron."

He didn't reply, perhaps too focused on keeping his leg safe.

They'd been walking for about five minutes, making their way through the tunnel under the Whomping Willow, when Black spoke up.

"You know what this means?" He said to Harry. "Turning Pettigrew in?"

"You're free," Harry retorted.

"Yes. But I'm also — I don't know if anyone ever told you — I'm your godfather."

"Yeah, I knew that."

"Well... your parents appointed me your guardian, if anything happened to them..."

Mel was slowly gaining her strength back, her mind would turn blurry from time to time but she was sure this wasn't part of her imaginings, Black was about to offer Harry a new life.

"I'll understand, of course, if you want to stay with your aunt and uncle," said Black. "But... well... think about it. Once my name's cleared... if you wanted a... a different home..."

"What — live with you?" Harry turned abruptly to look at Mel, he hit his head on a rock and grunted. His eyes went back to Black. "Leave the Dursleys?"

"Of course, I thought you wouldn't want to," Black backtracked with a strange shyness. "I understand, I just thought I'd —"

"Are you insane? Of course I want to leave the Dursleys! Have you got a house? When can I move in?"

Harry was beaming, she couldn't see his face but it was enough to hear his cheerful tone to know it was case closed. Mel wasn't selfish, and although this meant she wouldn't have Harry with her during the summers, it also meant that Harry had a chance to have a better life, a family.

"You want to?" Black was astonished. "You mean it?"

"Yeah, I mean it!" Harry insisted.

Mel fought to vanish her frown when Harry turned around once more to see her. She showed him the best smile she could muster, hoping it'd be enough. Once outside, Mel stood next to Lupin.

"I'm sorry," She started, "I called you a monster– it was out of place and you didn't deserve it–"

"Mel..."

"I thought you’d been lying to me, I know that you can't tell everybody you're a werewolf... I hate this! I know I'm a hypocrite because I've lied too, but–"

"Mel," Lupin called sternly. "I understand. I see how it might've looked for you, me helping Sirius. A convict that until then you thought was trying to kill your friend. I hope you understand my actions now, Sirius was my friend when I was younger, if there was any chance of him being innocent..."

Mel understood, of course. If she were on his shoes and for some reason one of her closest friends had gone to Azkaban thanks to a misunderstanding and she had a way to prove it, she would've fought against every wizard on earth to set them free. She saw her uncle under a new light, one that resembled Harry's during the Quidditch final.

She threw her arms around Lupin's waist and hugged him tightly, as if all the love she had for him and all the memories were so overwhelming she had to let them out somehow.

"You're a good man," Her voice sounded a bit hoarse because of the lump in her throat. "And a brilliant professor... and the best godfather I could've asked for."

Lupin's body tensed for half a second, but soon enough he hugged her back with one arm (the other was chained to Pettigrew) and stroked Mel's shoulder.

"I'm thankful Matt and Emily trusted me enough," Lupin said quietly. "I'm lucky... I got to see you grow."

Mel let out a teary laugh, cleaning her face quickly so they couldn't see she'd been crying. Pettigrew shifted in his place, causing Lupin to grip his wand tightly and point it right back at his chest.

"One wrong move, Peter..."

Silently they tramped through the grounds, the castle lights growing slowly larger. Snape was still drifting weirdly ahead of Black, his chin bumping on his chest. And then —

A cloud shifted. There were suddenly dim shadows on the ground. Their party was bathed in moonlight.

Snape collided with Lupin, Pettigrew, and Ron, who had stopped abruptly. Black froze. He flung out one arm to make Harry and Hermione stop.

Mel was standing right in the middle of both groups, and she didn't notice something was wrong until she heard the soft whimpers that were coming from her uncle and Hermione's soft gasp.

"Oh, my — He didn't take his potion tonight! He's not safe!"

Mel's head snapped to the man and then lowered to see the chains that kept Ron incapable of walking away. She tried to move to Ron's side but a hand closed around her wrist and pulled her back.

"Leave it to me," Black pulled her away, causing her to crash against Harry's body. "RUN!"

There was a terrible snarling noise. Lupin's head was lengthening. So was his body. His shoulders were hunching. Hair was sprouting visibly on his face and hands, which were curling into clawed paws. Crookshanks's hair was on end again; he was backing away —

As the werewolf reared, snapping its long jaws, Sirius disappeared from Harry's side. He had transformed. The enormous, bearlike dog bounded forward. As the werewolf wrenched itself free of the manacle binding it, the dog seized it about the neck and pulled it backward, away from Ron and Pettigrew. They were locked, jaw to jaw, claws ripping at each other —

Ron and Pettigrew were still bounded, and Mel's brain acted before she could decide what was the best idea. She shouted 'Confringo!' the moment Pettigrew launched for Lupin's wand.

A small wave of explosion moved forward from the middle section of the chains and tiny pieces of metal flew everywhere. Ron fell, Mel reached for him but there was a blinding light and a second explosion, it happened so fast she barely had time to realize Ron laid now unconscious on the ground.

"No!"

A third 'BANG!' and Crookshanks flew up in the air, he'd jumped in front of Mel in order to protect her from the curse. When Pettigrew tried it a fourth time, she was ready.

"Protego!"

"Expelliarmus!" Harry yelled at the same time, pointing at Pettigrew.

Lupin's wand flew directly into Mel's reach, she caught it, stumbling to remain out of Pettigrew's reach.

"Stay where you are!" Harry ran torward the man, but he wasn't fast enough.

In the blink of an eye, Pettigrew had transformed.

"Sirius, he's gone, Pettigrew transformed!" Harry looked for his godfather, he was bleeding terribly, but moved anyway, running in the direction Pettigrew'd seemed to disappeared.

Her legs gave in, falling next to Ron. Her heart was hammering and the sharp pain in her thigh made her realize there was a big piece of iron cutting through her skin.

"What did he do to him?" Hermione rushed to her side.

"I don't know..." Replied Harry's voice.

"Stunned," Mel panted, a tentative hand touching her leg softly, her mind starting to doze off with pain and exhaustation. "But it seems that the rat has a talent for it, it was too strong..."

"Mel!" Hermione gasped. "You're bleeding! Your... Your leg!"

Harry looked down at her and then around. Black and Lupin were gone, Snape was still unconscious, and she was about to faint as well, if not for her boosts of energy, it'd be because of her blood-lost.

"We'd better get you up to the castle and tell someone. Come—"

Mel stood up, only to stumble to her knees again, it felt like pushing a knife into her flesh.

"I'm going to pull it out," She groaned.

"No!"

"I don't think it's that bad," She closed her hand around the piece carefully. "A harsh tug and then that'll be it..."

A second hand landed on top of hers roughly and stopped her, Harry's voice came out in such a harsh manner that froze her in place.

"Do not take it out."

She nodded quietly, unable to look away from his severe stare. A dog's cry came from afar, and Harry perked up.

"Sirius," He said.

On times like this, Mel knew exactly what she had to do, just like many times before, it was her moment to step back so Harry could finish the job.

"I'll be fine," She urged him and Hermione. "Get him."

Harry looked at her hesitantly for a second and then sprinted upwards, running towards the sound, Hermione followed. Mel breathed heavily one, two times, and pulled out the metal from her leg in one quick movement.

She yelled in pain, throwing the piece aside and watching as blood poured out. She had no time,  Ron was still unconscious and she was in pain, not only that, but she had no energy to spare. Then her eyes landed on Snape.

The girl lifted her wand and focused all she had left on the spell.

'This is an emergency', She thought, 'He hates us... but he can help.'

"Rennervate!"

Snape's eyes opened abruptly.

She blacked out after that.

Next Chapter —>

Taglist.

@tiphareth2018 @vampiregirl1797 @siriuslysirius1107 @celestialhayi @mikariell95 @omiwashere @steve-thotgers @kylosleftbuttcheek @tomshollandz @thesuitelifeofafangirl @reverse-hxlland @bloodorangemoonlight

[jencala]

Fanfic Author Challenge

The challenge is to post segments from 4 of your favorite fics you have written. They can be as long or as short as you wish, and you may provide the readers with some insight on why you chose this fragment.

I know I was tagged by a couple of people but it’s been a while and I’m finally getting around to it.  Sorry!  And oh boy, this is hard to choose!

1. Of Masters and Slaves

Sirius didn’t speak for a moment, but held his mother’s unwavering stare. “I understand.   Mother .”

“Oh dear, I don’t think you truly do.” Walburga’s quiet laughter teetered on madness as she raised her wand and aimed it at her son. “I think you need another lesson to truly drive home the point. Crucio !”

Sirius crumpled to the floor, convulsing under the onslaught of the curse.  His muscles felt like they would burst into flames as the feeling of liquid fire raced through his veins, his limbs twisting as the sensation of his bones breaking and melting caused an inhuman scream to tear its’ way out of his throat.

Remus could only stand there, cemented to the ground as he watched— unable to do anything to help Sirius or stop the madwoman from torturing her own flesh and blood.  His hands curled into themselves, his nails drawing blood as he restrained himself from reaching for Sirius when every fiber of his being was telling him to move—to do something other than just stand there.

The Black matriarch finally released the spell and stood over her son, watching with a pleased quirk to her lips as Sirius still shook from the effects of the curse, tremors racking his body. “Very well then.  Have you learned your lesson today, Sirius?”

Sirius slowly opened his eyes, excruciating pain coursing through every cell of his body as he tried to focus on the imposing figure standing above him.  

“Ah, I see you need some reminding of what the lesson was about, so let me explain clearly.”  Walburga smiled almost pleasantly. “You see, I do believe you were under the mistaken impression that by allowing you to defile yourself with this beast it was a reward of some sort for agreeing to marry Bellatrix.  Oh no, my dear.”  Her chuckle struck fear deep in Remus’ heart. “You see, you will marry Bellatrix by month's end regardless of whatever creature warms your bed beforehand. It is dear Bella’s decision as to how she deals with your predilections after your vows. However, Fenrir will be coming to collect the beast for his own within a fortnight.”

Sirius struggled to speak. “Wh-what for?”

Walburga raised an eyebrow coolly. “Whyever should I have cared to find out?” She turned to leave, but stopped and leveled her still shaking son with a sneer. “Do clean yourself up, Sirius. It does not befit the current heir to our Most Noble House to lie on the floor like a common gutter rat.”  With that parting comment she swept from the room, head held high.  

Remus remained motionless for a moment, staring at the empty doorframe in shock.  At last, his motor skills returned as he rushed to where Sirius still lay prone on the floor.  He lifted Sirius’ head gently onto his lap.  “Are you alright?”

Sirius felt the tremors recede a bit at the gentle stroking of the fingers through his hair. “I w-won’t let him take you.”

Remus stared down at him incredulously. “That’s what you have to say? Your mother just tortured you and threatened to murder you and you’re worried about Greyback?”

Sirius licked his dry lips and nodded, savoring the feel of the fire in his muscles ebbing away slowly.  He flexed his legs slightly trying to regain some control of his limbs as they were still sporadically spasming.  “It’s not the first t-time she’s used that s-spell on me. I’ll be alright.”

This fic is really special to me and differs in style and story in how I normally write.  It was my first multi-chaptered fic and I am actually almost done with the next chapter of the story so yes, I promise I will be updating soon.  It was started originally as a response to @asktheboywholived‘s Empire prompt and I just love the world they prompted and the story I have created here.  It’s extremely angst-filled which is a challenge for me because I love our boys happy and fluffy with a HEA. I have the entire story arc done and it should be another ten chapters until the end. I hope you all enjoy what I have planned.

2.  Textually Yours

10:46 am: Moonbeam, have I told you how delicious you look in that jumper?

10:48 am: I'm in class. 10:48 am: And thanks *blushes*

10:49 am: I'm in lecture right now too 10:50 am: I can still daydream about how tasty you look in my favorite jumper

10:55 am: Can you possibly daydream to yourself? I really want to pass this course. 10:56 am: Why is it even your favourite? It has bobbles on it.

10:58 am: It's touching your skin right now 10:58 am: Like I wish I was 10:59 am: So it's my favorite **wink wonk**

11:01 am: Oh sweet jebus. 11:02 am: Padssssss, the lecturer is talking about character structure, I reallly need to pay attention 11:04 am: You aren't going to listen to me, but, you're my favourite :)

11:06 am: My lecturer is droning on about Masaccio and his use of light in his paintings 11:07 am: I'd much rather wax poetic about the way the light hits your skin 11:07 am: when you're lying naked in my bed

11:10 am: Well guess what idiot dropped his phone and now everyone is looking at him. 11:11 am: I'll give you a hint, he's in your favourite jumper

11:12 am: oh my poor Moon Pie, did I fluster you? 11:13 am: I can do many other things to you 11:13 am: that you'd like even more ;-)

11:15 am: Okay I'm intrigued now. What. What other things?

11:17 am: ah, my ever-studious Moony is intrigued? 11:17: am: I like when you think naughty 11:18 am: I'd start by taking that ridiculous jumper off 11:18 am: It's only my favorite when it's on you 11:19: am: I'd much rather see it on the floor

11:22 am: Holy.. I might have to take it off anyways. You're making me blush. And hot.

11:23 am: and I haven't even started… 11:24 am: I'd kiss those luscious lips first 11:24 am: then I'd run my hands down your chest and kiss your neck 11:25 am: you so like it when I nibble on your neck 11:25 am: you make the most wonderful sounds when i do

11:28 am: I have a ROB. 11:29 am: I cannot move.

11:30 am: What is a ROB?

11:32 am: Prongs teaches you nothing. Randomly Occurring Boner. I'm now stuck in this chair whether i like it or not

11:33 am: imagine if I was there to help you out with that 11:34 am: right now

I am a sucker for texting fics and I wrote this with my dear friend @josiemoone.  we had so much fun writing this together and I just love how sappy our boys are in this as well as how their relationship comes out.  it was just such a fun piece.

3. Saving Me

Rage coursed through his body, his thoughts whirling.  Wormtail’s alive.  The little bugger is still alive! As he read through the article, his fury intensified.  The boy in the picture, Ron Weasley, would be heading back to Hogwarts—presumably with his pet rat—straight to Harry.

Sirius's godson was in terrible danger, and there had to be a way to warn him, to help Harry, and get his revenge on Wormtail.

He threw the paper down and began to pace his cell.  He didn’t know how or why, but Peter Pettigrew, the reason he was in Azkaban and Lily and James were dead, was with the Weasley family.  Sirius just knew it was him.  He had to get to him somehow.  

Wormtail had to pay for his betrayal.  

And Sirius would be the one to make him pay—finally.

His mind finally clearing, he sensed the cold from the approaching dementors and unconsciously shifted to Padfoot.  They never bothered him in his Animagus form, and it had become instinct to retreat into it whenever he felt them near.  

Thoughts became simpler as a dog, and he suddenly struck upon the answer:  Sirius couldn’t escape from his prison, but Padfoot could.  

He waited until the Dementors passed, the screams of other prisoners ringing in his ears more acutely through his canine hearing. He ignored them to slide his emaciated form through the cell bars.  He supposed there was some merit now to the fact that prisoners were never fed enough.

Padfoot made his way through the labyrinth of corridors, ignoring the calls and sights of the other prisoners along his way, and he used his sense of smell to lead him to where he caught a whiff of the sea the strongest.  He found himself entering what looked to be a small office, most likely used by some of the human guards.  It was, thankfully, empty—luck on his side for once.  

The window at the back of the office was much larger than the tiny one at the top of his cell and though fitted with bars, was open and he could easily slip through them in his canine guise.  He did just that and found himself perched precariously on a wide ledge overlooking the dark, churning, sea about 50 meters below him.  

Sirius knew his chances were slim; it was a long way down and an even longer distance to swim to shore in a violent sea.  But what choice did he have?  Spend the rest of his days in a prison while the person who killed his family tried to finish the job with his godson or take a chance and try to help in whatever way he could?  

There was no prince coming to save him from his tower.  

It was up to Sirius to save himself.

Padfoot took a deep breath and jumped.

The moment he hit the water, it felt as if a thousand frozen needles were trying to pierce his skin.  The chill was excruciating, but he fought his way to the surface, gasping for breath.  After taking a moment to get his bearings, he started paddling his way in the direction he presumed the shoreline was.

It felt like hours, but it could have been mere minutes in his diminished state.  He swam as hard as he could, but he could feel his limbs losing what little strength they had.  His magic not strong enough to keep his canine form, he shifted back to human, fighting against the waves as fatigue drained every muscle in his body.  He tried to focus on getting to shore, to Harry, but his thoughts kept drifting to Remus.  

This fic was my first ever entry for a fest and it’s also the fic that’s closest to canon.  It details Sirius escaping from prison all the way to his seeing Remus for the first time in the Shrieking Shack and I loved delving into his psyche and exploring Wolfstar while still remaining in canon.  I love how I tell a bit of their story through flashbacks while Sirius almost drowns and how he questions his sanity and honestly at one point doesn’t care if he’s actually insane as long as he gets to keep his hallucination.

4. Drawn Together

Marlene spotted him first, a sly grin on her face as she greeted him.  “Back already, Re? Pretty-boy must not have been very good.”

Remus rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink, careful to avoid looking at Sirius.  “That’s none of your business, Marls.”

“We thought you’d left,”  Dorcas piped in, smiling at Remus.  “I’m glad you came back.”

“I just needed a bit of fresh air.”

He heard Sirius’ snort and finally looked at the other man, sitting on a stool across from him. He raised an eyebrow. “Alright there, Sirius?”

Sirius stared at him for a moment, his grey eyes cold. “I’m fine, just never heard a hook-up referred to as fresh air before.”

“I never said I hooked up, and even if I did, what business is it of yours?”

He watched Sirius take a long pull from his cider before he deigned to answer. “Oh, it’s definitely none of my business, I just thought you were hanging out with your friends and not working .”

“Excuse me?”  Remus’ eyes widened indignantly.  “ Working ?  Are you implying I’m a bloody prostitute?”

Sirius huffed a harsh laugh. “Oh, no, Remus, of course not. You don’t charge for your services.  Or wait—you do get paid for the column you put all your sexual escapades in, don’t you?”

Remus tried to fight his growing anger, but the sneer on Sirius’ face enraged him more. “You’re a fucking twat, Black.  A hypocritical one, at that. I seem to recall you’re getting paid for the artwork for my so-called sexual escapades !”

“Oh, that’s right!  Maybe I should thank the bloke who just got you off?” Sirius took another pull from his cider before slamming it down on the table, his eyes hard as flint as they met Remus’ and stood up. “Would you like to take me back to where you just fucked that bloke so I can get the details right for my piece?”

Remus ignored Marlene and Dorcas’ pleas for them to both calm down, and he stepped closer to Sirius. “You really are a bloody hypocrite, aren’t you?  I saw you getting some action on the dance floor before I left!”

“I was dancing not fucking some random bloke in a back room!”

Remus grinned maliciously. “Is that the problem, Sirius?  You wish it was you I was fucking back there, not a random bloke?”

He watched with satisfaction as Sirius’ eyes widened, nostrils flaring, before he pressed closer to Remus, his striking features twisted in anger. “Listen up, Lupin, and listen well.  I wouldn’t t-touch a slag like you with someone else’s cock, so get whatever idea you have about me fancying you out of that thick head.”

He felt as if he’d been punched in the gut with those words, but Remus refused to let Sirius see how his comment affected him.  “Oh, don’t worry your pretty little head, Black. The last thing I’d ever do is want to touch a sodding twat like yourself. I prefer real men who can satisfy me, not a bloody prude.”

He turned to Marlene and Dorcas before Sirius could respond and kissed them each on the cheek.  “It’s been lovely girls, but I’ve got to run. I’ll give you a call this week.”

Dorcas gave him a pleading look. “Re, please don’t leave.  I don’t know what’s gotten into Sirius— “

He held up a hand to cut her off. “It’s fine, Dorcas.  Sirius is just being the twat I knew he was. Don’t worry about it, it’s between him and me, nothing to do with you, love.”

Marlene hugged him.  “Remus, just don’t disappear on us, alright?”

He kissed the top of her head before stepping back. “No worries, love.  I really will call you this week.”

Remus forced a smile at his friends before turning back to Sirius.  “Black.” He turned to walk away, but Sirius called his name and he turned back. “What?”

Sirius smirked, pointing at the hem of Remus’ shirt. “You missed a spot.  Black lights are a bitch, aren’t they?”

Oh this story will forever hold a special place in my heart. This was my 2018 Wolfstar Big Bang fic and I stressed about it so much, but I got to work with @yumenouveau who is just such a fabulous artist and friend and it was an amazing if stressful experience.  I love the AU world I created and the sexual tension and snark between my favorite boys is endless.  It’s a slow burn and even as the writer there were times I just wanted to scream at them to just kiss already, but my boys were stubborn, Sirius especially, and I love how this fic turned out.  

I’m tagging @ami-talks, @shayalonnie, @captofthesswolfstar, @maraudererasmut, @moonllotus, @yumenouveau,

[hurt-care]

Resolutions

As I migrate all these over, I’m realizing that I’ve written way more R/S fic than I thought! lol I suppose with like 10+ years of writing it, it makes sense!

This is a New Year’s Eve fic set during the first war with a sick Remus

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“What do you mean he’s not coming?” Sirius demanded as James looked on in silent resolution.

“He said he wasn’t feeling well,” Lily chimed in from her spot on the couch where she watched over Harry as he cooed from the nearby bassinet.

“The moon was two days ago!” exclaimed Sirius. “We went with him! He should entirely up to speed at this point.”

“I didn’t ask,” James said, pouring himself a glass of champagne. “He sent an owl and said he had a cold and that he was going to stay in by himself. You can’t force him to be social, Sirius. Maybe he does have a cold.”

“When was the last time Remus had a cold?” Sirius asked, hands perched on his hips in frustration. “I’m not talking about feeling off after the moon or that dreadful hayfever of his; I’m talking about a good old fashioned influenza.”

“Last spring,” Peter replied.

“That was an allergic reaction to a potion,” Sirius said as James and Lily exchanged meaningful looks.

“And don’t judge me,” he snapped at James, seeing his glance towards Lily. “I have an excellent memory.”

“And an excellent adoration for one Messer Moony,” James replied. “Are you going to resolve to finally put an end to this dance and ask the bloke out?”

It was a long suffering point of contention between Remus and Sirius. There was clearly something there, but Remus wouldn’t budge, even after months of Sirius’ blatant flirtation. James had taken to calling them a pair of ‘old quarreling birds’ who simply couldn’t live with or without each other.

Sirius scowled, looking rather the part of a put-out child, what with his New Year’s part hat on and the magically flashing beads James insisted they all wear.

“Look, Sirius,” Lily said, gathering Harry in her arms from the cradle and tickling his tummy so the baby squealed with delight. “Go check on him and come back. You won’t enjoy New Year’s if you’re going to spend it fretting over whether or not he’s actually ill. And if he’s being unsociable, tell him I insist he get over here at once and that we’ll let him go home right after the stroke of midnight because I know he’s an early-to-bed and early-to-rise sort of bloke.”

“Fine,” Sirius said. “I’ll just Floo over and report back with Moony in tow. Don’t drink all the champagne without me.”

With a pinch of powder tossed in the fire, Sirius disappeared, emerging in the tiny sitting room of Remus’ flat.

Remus was sprawled out on his battered sofa, buried in a pile of blankets. A rubbish bin was perched nearby, almost overflowing with tissues, and a half dozen empty tea cups were scattered on the floor.

Sirius’ heart sank. The first time Sirius cared for Remus alone after a transformation was when they’d graduated Hogwarts, Sirius had grabbed Remus’ arm to Apparate them back home only to find the werewolf unnaturally warm. He’d fretted endlessly about it until Remus assured him that a little fever after was normal, and that if he were truly sick, Sirius would know it. Werewolves were generally hearty when it came to illness, but when they got a cold, it hit hard.

“Remus?” he said softly, putting a hand gently on the spot where the curve of the man’s back rose beneath the quilts.

Remus stirred slightly and opened one eye. Consciousness seemed to make him realize he wasn’t breathing well and he sputtered, his mouth opening in a gasp. His face came fully in view, revealing sunken eyes and a rather swollen looking pair of nostrils.

Remus sniffled thickly, the sound wet and heavy with congestion. His watery eyes blinked rapidly as he brought Sirius into focus.

“You look terrible,” he said, shifting to sit on the edge of the sofa as Remus struggled to sit up. He pressed a hand to Remus’ back to help support him.

“Speak for yourself,” he rasped, raising an eyebrow as he surveyed Sirius’ party hat. His voice was strained and faint, and he touched a hand to his throat, feeling the glands swelling on either side. A burning deep in his sinuses soon distracted him and he turned his face away from Sirius, snapping forward in a throaty, spraying sneeze.

Hurh’tscghhh!

“Bless you,” Sirius said.

“Better not,” Remus croaked. “If there’s anything awful about me getting a cold, it’s the damn sneezing. I’ll do enough of it to get me sainthood if you keep blessing me.”

As if on cue, he turned away again, raising an arm to shield his face.

Huhhrrh’tsghttt! Ehhh…hehh’tscghhtt!

He sniffled thickly and dissolved into a volley of dry coughs. When they faded away and he was able to speak again, he said, “I sent James and Lily an owl to say I was sorry I couldn’t come.”

“I know,” Sirius said. “But if you were sick I knew it would be bad and I wanted to check on you.”

“I’m fine,” Remus said unconvincingly.

“And I’m your grandmum,” Sirius scoffed. “Bugger off, Remus. You’re sick as a dog.”

“A dog?”

“A wolf, then,” Sirius said as Remus raised his arm to catch another sneeze.

Hurh’stshfff!

“Bless you.”

“Sainthood,” Remus croaked.

“Saint Moony, patron saint of soldiering through,” Sirius declared. “Face it; you’re a wreak. Let me stay and make you some soup.”

“You’re an awful cook.”

“Hopefully you’re too congested to taste it then,” Sirius said.

Ehrr’tsghttt!

“Yep, that confirms it. You rest, I’ll put the soup on.”

“I don’t have any in the pantry,” Remus said, reaching for a fresh tissue and folding it over his chapped nose, blowing softly before tossing the tissue into the overflowing bin. “Merlin, this is a hundred tissue cold.”

“Then I’ll go out and fetch some,” Sirius said. “And some more tissues.”

“It’s New Year’s Eve,” Remus said. “Nothing’s open.”

“The muggle market down the street probably is.”

“And you have muggle money?”

Sirius frowned.

“Dammit. No.”

“How’s your tergeo spell?” Remus asked. “I’ve got a few handkerchiefs in my dresser but I was avoiding them because

I’m too congested to pronounce the cleaning spell correctly. I tried and ended up setting one on fire.”

“Cleaning spells are not my forte, but I’ll endeavor to impress,” Sirius quipped. “And I’ll order out for soup. There’s got to be an owl delivery service open. Flim’s in your room?”

“Yeah,” Remus replied. “Give him an owl treat before you let him out or he’ll nip you. Mean bugger, that one.”

“But he’s damn fast.”

“And he was cheap,” Remus admitted, curling another tissue around his scarlet nose and blowing futilely.

Sirius disappeared into the bedroom and scribbled an order for soup on a bit of parchment, sending Flim off to the take-away restaurant. Remus’ handkerchiefs were in the top drawer of his dresser alongside a dozen pairs of nearly folded socks. Sirius took the stack and returned to his friend’s side.

Eh’tghsttt!

Remus was in the midst of another sneezing fit, his slender body curled up in defense against the uncontrollable spasms.

Hehhh’tsghtt! Hurrhh’tsgfttt! ‘Tsghftt!

Sirius carefully maneuvered a handkerchief into Remus’ trembling hands and the werewolf brought it to his beleaguered nose with a brief look of relief.

Ehh’tsghfffff!

The fit ended, leaving Remus red-faced and hot, shaking from the exertion. He didn’t attempt to blow his nose, unwilling to torture it further, and settled with dabbing away the excess moisture.

“If I sneeze enough, will my nose just fall off?” Remus groaned.

“It’s possible,” quipped Sirius, sitting on the couch alongside Remus. “I’m sure there’s a spell to do the deed if the sneezing won’t.”

“I always thought my nose was a bit on the large side,” Remus said, eyes crossing to survey his own. “Mum said it was prominent. I think it’s just plain big.”

“Your nose is lovely,” Sirius said without thinking, catching himself only after the words were spoken. “I mean, it’s fine. It’s not that big. It could be worse; you could have a nose like Snivillus.”

“Hold your tongue, Black.”

Sirius stuck his tongue out and pinched it with two fingers.

“Done,” he said, voice muddled. Remus laughed hoarsely, the sound quickly turning to a cough.

“Ugh, sorry mate,” Sirius said, releasing his tongue. “Didn’t mean to start the coughing.”

“Can’t be helped,” Remus choked out. He swallowed painfully and gave a great sniffle.

“I suppose I should let James and Lily know I won’t be returning to their party,” Sirius said, glancing at the mantle clock.

An hour had passed since he’d left.

“No, go back,” Remus said, reaching for a fresh handkerchief. His breath sucked in rapidly and he held up the cloth, head snapping into a sneeze.

Ehh’tsghfftt!

“Go to the party,” he continued, wiping his nose. “I’m fine. I’ll just eat the soup and go to bed.”

“Stop it, Moony,” Sirius insisted, reaching a hand out and placing it reassuringly on Remus’ back. The smaller boy felt unnaturally warm. “I’m staying. No arguments. And now that I think of it, Lily and James already knew I’d stay. They’ll Floo in if they’re worried.”

A tap on the kitchen window announced the return of Flim, bearing a brown bag with two cartons of hot soup. Sirius let the owl in and untied the parcel, dolling out a spoon and bowl to Remus.

“Eat,” he insisted.

Remus sipped at the hot broth slowly, gradually draining half the bowl before he set it aside.

“It’s hard when you can’t taste anything,” he said with a sniffle. “The steam’s nice though; clears my nose.”

Sirius slurped up the last of his noodles and set his empty bowl alongside Remus’.

“Alright. It’s nearly ten thirty. I think you should get some rest,” he said. “Here, or in your bed?”

“I’m fine here, unless you want the couch,” Remus replied, leaning back into his nest of pillows.

“I’m not sleeping yet,” Sirius said. “You’re the sick one.”

“I’m so tired,” Remus admitted, letting his head drop into his hands. “I barely slept at all last night. I can’t breathe.”

“Poor love,” Sirius said. He was rarely one for overt fussing, but it was Remus and Remus didn’t deserve to get sick.

“C’mere.”

He extended an arm to pull Remus against him. It wasn’t the first time they’d cuddled like this, but it was usually after winter moons, when Remus shivered violently in the morning and it was necessary to get him warm. As Sirius drew the smaller man close, he felt a surge of protectiveness towards Remus.

Tucking Remus’ head against his chest, he tugged up the blankets, creating a warm cocoon around them both.

“There,” he said, smoothing back the fringe from Remus’ brow. “I’ll keep you propped up a bit to help you breathe.”

“Thanks,” Remus mumbled, eyes drifting shut. He coughed and Sirius felt the rumble of Remus’ chest vibrate in his own. After much sputtering and sniffling, Remus was finally coaxed to sleep as Sirius ran his fingers through Remus’ hair in soothing strokes.

When he woke again, Sirius was dabbing a soft handkerchief under his nose where it dripped steadily down his upper lip. The irritated nostrils ticked fiercely and he pitched forward in a sneeze, his hands racing to take the hankie from Sirius’ grip.

He managed to get it pressed to his nose before the sneeze came.

Huhh’tsghftttt!

“Bless you,” Sirius said, releasing his hold on the handkerchief and allowing Remus to catch a second sneeze.

Heh’tshh…’tsghffttt!

He blew wetly and leaned back into Sirius arms, feeling utterly drained, even after the bit of sleep.

“It’s almost midnight,” Sirius whispered.

“Mhm?” Remus asked sleepily.

“Two minutes.”

“Do you have your party hat?” Remus asked, blinking away sleep.

“It’s in the bin under your snotty tissues,” Sirius said.

“Well that’s not very useful.”

“We’ll find another way to celebrate,” Sirius said, massaging a knot in Remus’ shoulder gently.

“Perhaps I’ll sneeze on the stroke of midnight. I’m sure that’s lucky in some country somewhere.”

“I think it means someone is thinking of you,” said Sirius.

“That’s any sneeze,” Remus replied.

“Then I’m terribly sorry,” Sirius said. “I’m probably to blame for this cold. And it’s midnight in…ten….”

“Nine…”

“Eight…”

They alternated counts, interrupted by a stifled sneeze at “five” (T’sgffft!), until they reached,

“Two…”

“One…”

“Happy New Year, Padfoot,” Remus said.

Sirius leaned in and tipped Remus’ head back, kissing him gently on the lips.

“Happy New Year,” Sirius said as they broke apart.

“I’m sick, Sirius,” Remus said, wiping Sirius’ mouth with his sleeve in a vain attempt to wash away the germs.

“I don’t care,” Sirius said, leaning forward again and kissing Remus’ brow. “Happy New Year. Resolve to be with me so I can quit thinking about you and making you sneeze.”

A small laugh escaped Remus’ lips.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I may have my faults, but at least they’re not catching,” Sirius said. “I’m being honest, Moony. You know I love you; I’ve loved you for a long time.”

“Is it fair to declare love to a sick man you’ve got trapped in your arms under a mess of blankets?” Remus asked, a smile betraying him. He was already leaning forward, red nose grazing Sirius’ cheek. “No more kisses until I’m better, okay?”

Sirius, never one for rules, pressed his lips to Remus’ once more.

[lunapwrites]

(Okay so bear in mind that because I wrote this, it's mostly a Remus POV because I have two flavors and they're both Remus simp lol.)

--

It started, as many of their best stories did, with an offhand remark.

"We should get a dog," Sirius had said, apropos of nothing whilst helping with the washing up. And Remus had laughed and asked if Sirius was looking to replace him that badly. Sirius had swatted at him with the dishtowel then and called him disgusting (though he'd laughed; he always did) and Remus had thought that was the end of it.

It wasn't.

After months of increasingly pointed (read: obnoxious) hints and the conscription of their six-year-old godson (which was simply unfair), Remus finally broke down and agreed to share his home with yet another four-legged beast.

He had thought -- nay, hoped -- that Harry's current obsession with all things dinosaur would have lessened his interest in anything that wasn't six feet tall and scaly. Or at the very least, the sheer fact that Sirius could turn into a dog would have ruined the mystique.

Alas, foiled by puppies.

Or, more specifically, an ad for them.

It was this ad that brought their little family to Blaenavon, face to face with the remnants of a very large, very accidental litter that was the result of a neighbourhood mutt going walkabout and having a grand old time with a local pedigreed girl. (Remus certainly couldn't fault him for it, doing effectively the same thing himself.) As ambivalent as he was, Remus had been content enough to let Sirius and Harry decide which of the seemingly identical pups they'd be taking home, and was gratified when they chose the braver of the two.

Harry named her Stegosaurus. Sirius thought it was cute. Remus despaired of them all.

Care of (Circe wept) Stegosaurus fell to the three of them fairly equally, which is why it was so strange when she suddenly seemed to have very little time for anyone other than Remus. Oh, she liked playing with Harry well enough and would happily accept his attention (for a while), and Sirius was always good for a tussle. But it was Remus who she insisted on following around the house; Remus who she would curl up with on the couch and (after some persuasion on her part) the bed. She would lean back against his shoulder and tilt her head all the way back to look at him instead of just turning it, the little idiot. And Remus, for his part, accepted her peacefully and with grace.

For whatever reason, Tegs (as her proper name was too much a mouthful) had decided he was her Person, and he simply couldn't bring himself to tell a puppy she'd chosen poorly when she looked at him with such open adoration.

And also it annoyed Sirius to no end, so... added bonus, that.

"I don't get it," Sirius complained after several months. "It's not like I do any less for her than you do -- hell, I do more!"

"You do, yes," Remus agreed absently as he rubbed the dog behind her ears.

"And I can literally turn into a bloody dog! You would think she'd -- I dunno -- feel a sort of kinship with me or something."

As if to respond to that notion, Tegs stretched, rolling onto her back and scooting further into Remus' side, resting her head upon his chest with a tiny sigh.

"You don't always have to be the favourite, you know," Remus muttered, continuing to pet the dog -- and if he was the tiniest bit smug then, well, that was his business.

Sirius scowled and threw a pillow at him.

"I'm not saying I need to be the favourite," Sirius lied, "I just don't understand why she prefers you to me."

"I feel like I should be insulted." Remus turned to look at Tegs, who blinked up at him sleepily. "What do you think? Should I be insulted?"

"Wuff."

"Well," said Remus, shrugging at Sirius. "There you have it."

--

It was another five years before Harry had spotted an ad in the paper from some rescue the next county over and had a laugh over how much the dog looked like Tegs. Sirius and Remus both agreed that it was the stupidest reason to get a dog, so obviously they had to.

(And anyway, Remus was starting to feel a mite guilty about the fact that Tegs had appointed herself the archbishop of the Church of Remus Lupin. Not that he had control over that, mind, but still. Sirius could do with a dog that loved him that much.)

(Which wasn't to say that she didn't love Sirius, or Harry for that matter. They were her people, and she loved and protected her people. But Remus was, as he had always been, her Person -- capital 'p.' She was a discerning little thing, she was.)

They were introduced to Simon, who got on with Tegs about as well as any dog got on with her -- which was to say that if it wasn't wearing corduroy and a cardigan, she could give a fuck less about it. 'Unsocialised,' they called him, but as far as Remus could tell that meant he was terrified of everything for literally no reason. Simon, it seemed, was a victim of a hoarding situation -- very bad business all around.

But the two of them were willing to put the work in with him; they needed the distraction anyway with Harry off to Hogwarts, but neither of them could abide a creature walking through life so needlessly afraid. Sirius, in particular, was determined to show him that things could (and would) be better. And so their little family of four became five.

(They kept the name the shelter had given him, partially for alliterative purposes, but partially because he was possibly the least Simon-like creature they'd ever encountered, and if they were going to start their journey with a new pet on the basis of irony, they may as well lean into it.)

It took two weeks for them to coax the poor love out from underneath the coffee table he'd been cowering under, and he scrambled right up onto the couch and... directly into Remus' lap.

"Oh no," Remus said as Simon tentatively pressed himself flat against his chest.

"It's a fluke," Sirius insisted. "He'll come around."

He did not come around.

By the time Harry came back for the summer hols, Simon had firmly established himself as Tegs' right hand -- erm, paw. He had zero concept of personal space and was a worse pillow thief than even James had been (and James had been awful.) Sirius, who did not have to sleep with now two dogs attached to his body like fuzzy barnacles, still did not think this was a worthy tradeoff.

("Why won't they love me?" he whinged one night as Remus tried in vain to get Simon to stop stepping on his hair and Tegs was demanding to be noticed by draping herself over his chest and howling dramatically.

"Please, take them," Remus begged, wincing. "I never asked for this.")

--

The years passed much in the same vein: Sirius trying to win the dogs over to his side and failing hilariously, and Remus often waking up with one as a hat and the other as a blanket, and Harry just being happy to have what attention they had left to give him.

It was a rare sunny day in June that saw Sirius lounging out in the yard as Padfoot, watching Remus swearing at vegetables in the garden and wondering how Harry was getting on with his shop, when the impossible happened.

Stegosaurus left her position at Remus' side to come and settle down next to Sirius.

He had once tried to describe to Remus what it was like communicating with dogs, but all attempts had simply left his husband concerned for his mental health. The gist of it was that they communicated in simple concepts that sounded like broken speech but felt like waves of emotion. Because of this, he knew immediately why she had come.

Why me? Sirius asked her. Tegs huffed.

Make Remus sad.

He couldn't deny that; for all of his bluster and insistence that he missed not having dogs, Remus was going to be a wreck.

You watch? Tegs asked him.

Yes, he replied, because dogs didn't have a word for forever.

Good boy. She sighed, and dropped her head onto her paws, and Sirius couldn't help himself: he asked.

Why?

He couldn't, of course, articulate all of the intricacies of that question, but Tegs understood him regardless.

Remus need. Sirius not need. He could have sworn she grinned. Fun. Many treats.

Sirius thought it was the height of irony that his dog had been taking the piss out of him for sixteen years, but the knowledge was bittersweet as he felt her begin to fade.

You watch, she repeated faintly.

Yes. I watch. He pressed himself into her side. Good girl.

Her tail wagged weakly, and she made a funny little noise, and oh, he was not looking forward to having to alert Remus.

And in the end he didn't have to, because Simon did.

How? Sirius finally asked later that evening, the two of them curled up around an exhausted and grief-stricken Remus. Simon tilted his head, and Sirius got the impression he thought it was a silly question.

Watch better from here. Sirius. Harry. Tegs. See more.

And Sirius understood.

Simon felt safe with Remus, safe enough to know that Remus had his back while Simon watched over the rest of the family. (Hence his perpetually startled expression, Sirius supposed.)

It was why neither of them had ever given a satisfactory answer before... they had always loved him (and Harry) just as much.

We truly do not deserve dogs, he thought, and drifted off to sleep.

--

It started, as many of their best stories did, with an offhand remark.

It ended with a promise.

Remus and Sirius adopt a dog and Sirius gets so offended when it becomes apparent that she likes Remus more.

[seriouslyblacklikemysoul]

A cat person - Sirius Black x Reader

Request: DAMN I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS! Can I request a Sirius x reader where he finds her as animagus (cat) and become super close and always tries to take her to his room and class and everywhere but like.. she can’t and one day decides to tell him?❤️❤️ Yayyy!

Warnings: Um, I don’t really know. My English, not that great? Image and Gif aren’t mine. Credits to their original owners.

Masterlist

You had finally achieved the transformation.

You had tried for months, followed every step. Of course, nobody knew. You, however,  had guessed that McGonagall was an exception. You had to keep a leaf of a Mandrake in your mouth for an entire month and you could honestly say that it sucked. You weren’t able to speak or eat properly and even the last person that you talked to was worried that something was wrong. Lily had even insisted for you to visit Madam Pomfrey. But you managed to escape that. She would know instantly.

Another bummer was that you couldn’t choose your animagus form. If you could, you would very much like to be a lion or a tiger or even a cat. You knew that your form would represent your personality and you liked to think that you, just like a cat, can show all the affection in the world if someone had earned it but was independent and very well self-sufficient. And it was cute. You had read that your animagus form and your Patronus could be the same. There was an exception, though. Your Patronus could change- so it would represent the soul of your significant other. You didn’t know your Patronus yet but you were quite positive that it would reveal your long-time crush on a certain raven-haired, gray-eyed boy. The crush was formed the very moment you laid eyes on him. But you were not that great when it came to actions. You just sat back while he slept with everyone. Literally everyone. But you didn’t do anything. What could you do anyways?  So, here you were. Your first transformation. You felt dizzy-like you had been drinking for a while. Kind of light headed. You looked down. Paws? Small paws? You wanted to squeal in happiness and excitement but all you managed to do was meow.

“Aren’t you adorable?”. Wait. What? You stopped walking because two strong hands picked you up, gently. You wanted to tell them to put you back down that instant but again, you just meowed. He laughed. Oh, no. You knew that sound. You knew that laugh. Just your luck. “Fiesty. But adorable” he continued, slightly petting your head, his slender fingers going through your fur. You purred before you could stop yourself. You must have been tiny for him to carry you in his palms.

“How did you end up here, alone?” he asked you and you felt the urge to facepalm. You moved your paws in a way that revealed your annoyance. He smiled and you felt yourself melting under his touch. But why was he outside that late?

“You need a name, don’t you?” he said softly. Not that you didn’t like him being there or that you were complaining. You leaned your head to his fingers. That was all it took. His smile dropped.

“Care to listen?” he simply asked you, his voice strained of happiness. You meowed. He remained still for a moment. You nudged him with your head.

“I have to be in my dorm and you are coming with me”. Was he insane? He was talking to a cat. Did he expect an answer? He chuckled. His friends were fast asleep and you felt really bad for him. He truly needed someone to listen. He plopped down onto his bed, softly placing you onto his lap. You nuzzled him and purred, rubbing your head against his stomach. He was petting you like it was calming him down. “Alright, tiger. Here is the deal…”Tiger? Really, tiger? He started telling you about his life and his family and even you wouldn’t call those people family; how he was treated and how he reacted. Eventually, he admitted that he wasn’t carefree and that it hurt him when he was disowned because after all, he was their son, their blood and you saw how hard it was for him. He tried to play it off but you just gave him a sympathetic look and bit his fingers playfully. What did I just do? You spent all night with him-in your animagus form, of course. At some point he fell asleep, his hands still petting you. You felt torn. You wanted to stay but you had to - To hell with it. You carefully moved near his head, curled up in a furry ball and fell asleep. You wanted to show him that someone did care.

That had been going on about a month now. You were staying all night with him and once he got out of the room for breakfast you’d run like hellfire was coming your way. Just to make it in time. The last couple of days though, he had tried to carry you to class with him. Something that was impossible. You would miss the class and all of the professors would know that you were an illegal animagus. Neither were things you were looking forward to. He, however, had managed to do it yesterday.

You were extremely uncomfortable. You hadn’t managed to stop him from carrying you to McGonagall’s class.Out of all of your professors, it had to be the other cat animagus. You knew she knew the moment she saw you. She smiled to herself.

“Mr. Black what on earth are you carrying?” she questioned him but her voice wasn’t stiff. She actually enjoyed it. “My cat. Meet Tiger. Tiger, meet Minnie” he proudly introduced you. You were thankful that animals don’t blush. “Your..cat?” she raised an eyebrow in question. Sirius grinned like a mad man. “I adopted her” he answered, thinking that Minnie would be proud. And she was. But for a different reason. She just gave him a pointed look and walked away.

“I am not sure you want that kind of relationship with her” she whispered under her breath but you heard it.

You walked into his room. A cat. A cat walked into his room. You had to remind yourself a couple of times that all he ever saw was a cat. You had learned that he was an animagus too- a black dog, which was the biggest irony in the world- as well as Remus’ secret. Not that you didn’t suspect it earlier. His words came as a confirmation. He was already inside, looking kind of mad. “You sneaky little Tiger” he said in a mocking way, pointing you-the cat. You furrowed your eyebrows, wait-not yours per say. You waltzed all the way to him, jumped on his bed and made yourself comfortable on his lap. You gave him a puzzled look or at least that was what you were aiming for. You meowed in protest when he removed you from his lap and almost scratched him.

“You haven’t let me impress her! She is never around when you are. Let me take you to her. PLEASE” he exclaimed with a funny look on his face. Oh, no. He wanted to use you to impress a girl? You abruptly yet gracefully landed on the floor, making your way out. You really wanted to be alone for a second. “Wait. No! Don’t go, Tiger” he said and a moment later you found yourself halting. He sounded… broken.

“She is never gonna like me. I mean-ugh!”. You weren't sure if you should scream because ‘she’ wasn’t you or because he was hurt. But you did value his happiness a bit more than yours, so when he picked you up and petted you, you let him.

“Sure-most girls just throw themselves at me but she is not like that. She is this angelic-like creature; she is radiating. The sun doesn’t stand a chance. Her smile… oh, Tiger… her smile” he trailed off. He had that stupid grin on his face.        He looked cute. You would never have guessed that he could fall so much in love. She was one of the luckiest people on earth to have him swept off his feet- and she didn’t even know. He caressed your small head with affection. Something that you could only gain while in this form.

“I wish I could ask her on a date. Even her name is perfect. Have you ever heard a name so… Y/N. I mean it’s flowing like water- Tiger? Tiger!?”. You had lost your balance and fell down to the floor. Then, before you could think what had just happened, three idiots walked in.

“Still in love with Tiger?” James teased him but petted you while giving you a sweet smile. You, however, could only think of his previous words. Did he really say your name? Like you were that ‘she’? “No, Prongs. That’s Y/N” Peter said, laughing and you knew that if you weren’t already on the floor you would have fallen.

“Man up and ask her out, Pads” Remus advised him. Bless your soul, Moony! You run out of their room and made a beeline to yours. You could really use a moment.  

Once you were safely inside your dorm, you changed back to your human self! Finally. You decided to skip tonight’s meeting and actually leave him a bit alone. He actually liked you. He liked you. You kept repeating that to yourself but it didn’t seem any less impressive. You thought that you must have done something really good to deserve it.  You were sitting in the Great Hall, eating breakfast and cheerfully participating in the conversation that your friends had started. Something about boys. Oh, you thought about boys, alright. One in particular.  

You noticed the group walking in and sitting down next to you. James, of course, sat next to his Lily-flower. You chuckled. You could tell that he was staring at you and you felt your heart skip several beats. With all the courage you had muster to find for a second, you turned towards him, smiled brightly. He was taken aback. Your smile only grew bigger.

“Good morning Sirius” you said kindly and very amused.

“H-Hi!” he stuttered out. You held back the urge to chuckle. The great Sirius Black. Everyone’s attention was on you. “I would love to go out with you” you said nonchalantly while you poured some milk into your coffee. You could hear the gasps coming from everyone. Literally everyone. You looked at him like nothing had happened. He was choking on his breath.

“How- Wha-Uh?” he breathed out completely bewildered.

“A little cat told me” you said, sending him a wink. His eyes almost popped out. You laughed. He was so dense.

“You’re an animagus!” he whispered-yelled, causing you to shush him.

“What can I say? For a dog, you are quite the cat person” you mocked him, continuing your breakfast, but not before you reached and pecked his cheek. Little did you know, he was left breathless, bright red and smiling like he had won the lottery. Because in his mind, he had.