#sirius would never connect the dots that quickly

[iamgonnagetyouback]

Heyy! Happy late Halloween 🎃 I looooveee your writing !! Could you do headcanons for how marauders would react if the reader could do legilimacy? They're muggleborn so they didn't think it was that big a deal bc they thougjg all wizards could do it and casually mention it

headcanons for marauders reacting to reader knowing legitimacy

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 tries to brush it off as if he’s totally unfazed, but internally, he's panicking.

➯His first instinct is denial—surely, you’re just perceptive, right? But as soon as you respond to something he hasn’t said out loud, he’s rattled.

➯He’ll keep "testing" you, thinking ridiculous things like "I bet you can’t hear this" on a loop, only to break into a fit of laughter when you answer with an exasperated eye-roll.

➯When he finally accepts that you can actually read his mind, he goes into full-blown soulmate mode, convinced this is destiny.

➯James decides he’s above needing to verbalize “I love you” and will start giving you overly dramatic, lovesick looks whenever he thinks it, just to see if you’ll respond.

James is deep in thought about a prank idea. You: “Exploding ink? You know McGonagall’s going to see right through that.” James: choking “H-how did you know that?” You: “Because you were thinking about it.” James: “No, seriously, who told you? Sirius?! Remus? Who's the traitor?” You: “None of them. Just your brain.” James stares at you with a mix of awe and panic. James: “Brilliant. Terrifying, but brilliant.”

𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 jumps out of his skin when you first respond to his thoughts, staring at you like you’ve just sprouted horns.

➯He immediately calls you a demon and insists you’re here to haunt him specifically, but secretly, he finds it oddly thrilling.

➯Within minutes, he’s running around thinking of the most absurd things he can just to throw you off, like mentally chanting "I am an irresistible god of charm" to see if you’ll break.

➯Over time, he gets used to it and will sometimes think cute things at you, but never admit it if you notice.

➯Deep down, though, he’s convinced your Legilimency is proof that you’re some kind of witchy soulmate sent from the beyond to torture him, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sirius is debating in his head whether he should wear his leather jacket to breakfast. You: “Leather jacket? Again?” Sirius: whipping around “What?! I didn’t say anything!” You: smirking “You didn’t have to.” Sirius: “I’m being haunted. This is it. You’re a witchy ghost sent to expose my every cool thought.” You: “What cool thoughts?” Sirius gasps dramatically. Sirius: “Betrayed by my own mind!”

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬, initially skeptical, quickly connects the dots when you casually respond to one of his unspoken worries.

➯His brain goes straight to over-analysis, and he spirals just a bit, convinced you’re both a prodigy and incredibly dangerous.

➯While he finds it fascinating, he's low-key embarrassed every time you catch his stray thoughts—he didn't mean for you to hear that, really!

➯He starts to watch his thoughts around you, editing his internal monologue as if he’s writing an essay for you to "read."

➯Every now and then, he’ll test the limits by thinking random trivia or book recommendations at you, silently thrilled every time you respond.

➯He’s careful but secretly loves that you can understand him on this completely new level.

Remus is mentally debating whether he should get more coffee or just stick with tea. You: “Coffee.” Remus: startles “I—pardon?” You: “Just get the coffee, Remus. You’re going to regret the tea halfway through.” Remus: nervously laughing “Are… are you reading my mind?” You: “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫, the most openly freaked out, will start squinting at you like you’re the strangest creature he’s ever seen.

➯For days, he’s looking over his shoulder, convinced you’re pulling pranks on him somehow.

➯Every time you respond to his thoughts, he jolts and gives you a suspicious look, half-afraid and half-impressed.

➯It only takes one incident of you responding to something he really didn’t want to say out loud for him to become almost paranoid.

➯After a while, though, he’ll start to use it to his advantage, asking for silent reassurance when he's worried or seeking encouragement without having to say it—though he’ll always look a bit jittery when you respond, as if he still can’t quite believe it.

Peter is internally freaking out about his Potions essay, wondering if he should ask you for help. You: “I’ll help you with Potions later, don’t worry.” Peter: jumps “How did you…?” You: “You looked like you needed it.” Peter: “But… I didn’t… I didn’t even look at you!” You: “You don’t have to.” Peter stares at you, eyes wide, before finally mumbling. Peter: “...are you like… always in there?” You: grinning “Only sometimes.”

[expiredhydrogenperoxide]

oh nothing, just jegulus ‘accidentally’ swapping ties and watching sirius go absolutely mental trying to figure out how james ended up with a slytherin tie.

(he would have so many outlandish theories)

[randommmthoughts]

Sirius, excited to be away from home, happy to make friends

Remus, immensely scared of someone finding out he is a werewolf, trying to avoid every interaction

Sirius, offering his manicured hand, adorned with rings

Remus, gone pale in a microsecond, refusing the hand and just muttering his name

Sirius, wondering why Remus never comes near him, while he accepts the friendly touches of everyone else

Remus, always on edge near Sirius because of his fucking silver rings

Until one night at their dorm, Sirius has left the shower and asks Remus to hand him something over

Remus' eyes flick quickly to his hand, and with a smile he hands over the object, touching Sirius' hand

It takes Sirius a while to connect the dots, but in the end he realises Remus must have some kind of allergy of silver

So he does what every friend would do. He transfigueres his rings, making them look like silver, but they're not

He tells Remus he can touch him now, because he's clean of silver. After a moment of pure shock, Remus cries silently, safe between the arms of his unknowing but overcaring friend

[mmpookie]

ARCANA TWILIGHT FLOOR 13 REACTION SPOILERS ‼️

I. AM. NOT OKAY.😭😭 BRO I AM ON MY. KNEES. PLEASEEE GIVE US A SEASON TWO STORY TACO OML 😭🙏🙏

OKAY NOW FOR DISCUSSION:

FIRST SHOUT OUT TO CONFRONTATIONAL ARKY GOTTA BE ONE OF MY FAVORITE GENDERS 😩🙏

OK

THE THE. THE FRICKEN POLLUX IS CASTOR PLOTTWIST⁉️

I SAT OVER HERE DRAWING THE POLLUX BDAY ART .JUST. COMPLETELY ABSENTED MINDED OF THE FACT THAT POLLUX AND CASTOR LITERALLY PULLED A TWIN SWAP CLICHE ON US THAT IS SO FUNNY TO ME.

HE'S SO TRAGIC ☹️

BTW I ALMOST FELL OUT OF MY CHAIR READING THIS I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS WAS THE CASE THE ENTIRE TIME OH MY GOD

I MEAN THINKING ABOUT IT I SHOULD'VE EXPECTED IT BUT STILL (EVEN SIRIUS WAS STUNNED)

Also teehee the dots are connecting with mythology again UGH it's so smart with what they pulled off I loved this closing arc for pollux

or I mean castor???

I'm not stretching right???

Also did they ever clarify what castor's fate of misfortune was? Unless I missed it, it's gotta be referring to his death right? Deffo gonna reread the story for when my arcana twilight withdrawals kick in to reanalyze EVERYTHING bc that will be fun

MORE MYTHOLOGY‼️

I've would also love to shout out how much of Arky's role of guiding us out of the Boundry can be paralleled to the greek god Hermes and what he symbolizes BUT BRO

CAN YOU HEAR MY UTTER ANGUISH?????? MY UTTER DESPAIR?????? I AM UNCONSOLABLE

I DUNNO IF I'LL EVER RECOVER FROM THIS LINE 😭 SORRY IT'S JUST ME PARALLELING SUMMONER AND VEGA TO ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE AGAIN. AND. AND. HOW RELEVENT IT IS TO THEIR BACKSTORY AND VEGAS TRAUMA OF BEING ABANDONED BUT

THIS IS SUCH A PERFECT LINE. THE BOW ON TOP OF HIS CHARACTER ARC. I COULD NOT BE HAPPIER

THIS MAY OR MAY NOT BE BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH A HADESTOWN FAN I AM SO IGNORE ME

Ok so at the end I was like NERVOUS bc there was the chance they could have MAYBE pulled off two different endings depending on whether summoner personally wanted to stay or go back to Mid Earthium- which would have been a cool opportunity that Storytaco could have pulled,, but I guesss instead they did the thing where the choices triggered the same response, but this time in the sense that the rest is left to your imagination:

*you turn around = you stay back at the Boundry with the boys (this is because if you turn around the portal magic thingy won't work)

*or you listen to arcturus = keep walking until you arrive back home (earth)

Personally I chose to turn around bc ,one, the story never really gave me TOO much reason to want to go back home- however it was back there- and two I WAS YELLING THROUGH THE SCREEN NOO I DONT TO LEAVEEE 😭😭 THE WHOLE TIME

Also the voice we hear at the end says

"Can you hear? I have a story I desperately want to tell."

And I?? Can't exactly tell what it means?..OTHER THAN A TEASER FOR MORE CONTENT?? MAYBE PONTENTIALLY?? But if it's actually obviously something else I missed please tell me 😭

Anyways end of lecture:

Pollux and vega ending arc top tier.

Arcturus hmm I wish they didn't gloss over the void arc so quickly 🤔

If they could have fitted it in there I would have loved if they had just a BIT more of a satisfying conclusion for spica and alpheratz yknow? :( just me??

And finally. I can be slow,,, so if there's anyone out there that can explain Sirius's whole spiel with polaris and everything with the time travel.,,,,,,, I really would appreciate it bc I'm still trying to understand 😭

(Story taco if you're reading this please make more story I love these characters too much ☹️)

[fuckmymunson]

I saw this an immediately thought of remus smut prompt 16- “I wont apologize for marking you up, everyone should know your taken”

Brrrr, possessive Remus <3, Brrrrr.

18+, smut! Dom!Remus(kinda), dirty talk!, fingering, possessive (not under)tones, blood? not much or whatever (he just bites too hard), Remus having a big cock cuz I can, mwah.

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Remus wasn't a big fan of hickeys, or scratches, or bitemarks... He actually used to find them petty, or at some point disgusting. He was already used to seeing them all over his body, and for him, those were more than enough.

Remus used to roll his eyes every time Sirius walked in with a proud smirk and a red and purplish necklace on his pale neck, he would proudly show all the scratches on his back and chest, calling them "war scars", James saw it funny and slapped his back with joy. He would ask Sirius to keep his "war scars" to himself, nobody wants to see that shit.

He just never saw the appeal for it.

That is, until he really felt the urge to do it.

It would be easier to blame it on the full moon, and maybe that was the reason behind it all. On those days when he was feeling more... territorial. He knew you weren't intentionally flirting with that guy, you were just being nice like you always were! Just a big, ray of sunshine. But still... he was really close to you, and he reeked of cheap man's cologne... And Remus hated that.

He hated how that scent lingered around you.

And he had to do something about it.

He cornered you in an empty classroom, holding your hips against the wall as he kissed you, rubbing his hard-on against your bare thigh. His hand slid under your skirt, circling your clit and basically shoving his tongue in your throat to shut you.

"Take off your blouse, now" He growled against your lips, in that deep voice that made you clench around nothing.

Your clumsy fingers undid the buttons at record speed, just in time for him to flip you and press you against the cold stone wall. Remus used to fingers to stretch you wide and good for him, already knowing you had a rough time taking his massive cock.

Now, he doesn't exactly know what possessed him, but you were grateful it did. His face was on your neck when he briefly recognized the faint scent of that cologne, and he saw red.

"R—Remus!" You whined, it was the first time he ever did that.

His teeth sank into the curve of your neck, out of the blue. You moaned in both surprise and pleasure, just in time for him to curve his fingers inside you. Remus continued to lick and bite your neck, sucking the supple flesh eagerly. A trail of saliva connected his lips and your shoulder, making him pant heavily.

"I won't apologize for marking you up, everyone should know you are t—taken” He replied, smirking against your skin.

It looked... really good.

His cock twitched inside his trousers at the sight, and it planted the seed inside his little heart. Remus' hands fidgeted with the buckle but soon he was free and ready to split your sweet, wet pussy in half.

His hands grip your thighs harshly, and the so—needed—nail trim was quickly forgotten when his long nails scratched your thighs, leaving swollen, perfect grooves. His hips snapped against yours as you moaned loudly, feeling his cock piercing your pussy and rearranging your fucking stomach.

One of his hands covered your mouth, in case someone walked near. Remus's lips ghosted over your ear shell, chuckling breathlessly at your needy whines. "Let the whole world know who owns you, whore"

And with that, his teeth sank one last time on your shoulder, hard enough to draw blood. The pain was too much but it crashed in the middle of your orgasm, magnifying it to the skies. Remus licked the tiny crimson dots on your shoulder, feeling (not so) guilty.

"Sorry, went to harsh" He whispered in your ear, rubbing your sides soothingly.

"Not a problem" You chuckled, panting as well. Turning your head to meet his lips in a sweet kiss.

[ynandfics]

Gryffindor had just won a game against Slytherin, which meant only one thing by any standard- a party which would invite everyone from Hogwarts but the losing house.

“Are you gonna ask out Evans again this time Prongs?” Sirius asked the slightly tipsy boy next to him.

“I’ll do one better” the young boy set off towards the group of girls that included Lily Evans as well as her other dorm mates.

“Hello Potter” Marlene McKinnon addressed the captain of the Quidditch team.

“Hi McKinnon, I was wondering if I could steal Evans for a minute” the girls looked at one another and then at Lily, which she nodded at them.

“Okay but don’t do anything to our girl” Mary said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Uh huh” I dragged Lily into a corner where the boys dorms meet the common room kissing her slightly, and once I felt her respond, I became more dominant with her and pulled her up to the dorms.

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“So uh Potter, Lily called me over the summer and you’re in so much trouble.” Mary said the second she spotted the four marauders waiting at the train.

“What did I do?” James was a little confused as he didn’t remember doing anything with Lily before the end of school year.

“She’ll tell you in private, I heard you’re both head boy and girl now” James wordlessly nodded, walking away to find Lily.

“So what did he do?” Remus turned to Mary.

“This was mostly to get him away because they screwed at the last party between all the houses cause of Quidditch-“ Remus started to connect the dots before Mary finished.

“She’s pregnant? During our 7th year? What the fuck?” Remus whispered, both Sirius and Peter smacking each other so they didn’t have an outburst- or well Sirius anyways.

“Yes, now James doesn’t know so he’s going to find Lily and she’ll tell him…the girls already know…and he looks like he’s gonna faint boys- let’s go” Mary and the boys quickly walked over to where Lily and James were….she had the small stick with her that had that damned plus line still.

“I would say congratulations, but how the fuck are you gonna have a kid whilst still in your seventh year?” Sirius whispered yelled once they got into their usual cabin.

“I don’t know, I just know I won’t leave them with my family cause they already think I’m a freak! James’ mum is a nurse- maybe she could help….I don’t know” James’ cringed at the mention of his mother.

“Mum would kill me, knowing I’d have a kid now- she’s already practically adopted Sirius but another blood relative she’d practically die becoming a grandmother so young” James’ looked at his friends, then Lily and then down at the table.

“Well I guess I just charm my stomach to not look pregnant and then we talk to McGonagall because she’ll need to know theirs gonna be a child in the dorms now” everyone in the cabin nodded.

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“As head boy and head girl, I expected better out of the two of you” McGonagall started “but as the circumstances have changed, I suppose your free periods will now be ultimately fulfilling a child’s needs that the elf’s can’t help you with” Lily nodded at McGonagall and then looked at the floor.

“Do your parents know Miss Evans?” The elder woman looked towards the 17 year old girl in front of her.

“No Professor, they bid me a freak and do not talk to me during my time at home” She glanced up at her Head of House.

“Mr Potter, what about yourself? Do they know?” She never referred to him as ‘Mr Potter’, not since their first year. This was serious, more serious than any prank they could pull.

“No Professor, I only found out before the train. I will owl mum and dad to see what is best for us” He stood straighter, looking McGonagall straight in the eyes.

“Best hope so, I know your mother is a nurse at St. Mungo’s and Poppy can do her best to help you both on the way. Try and hide this pregnancy as much as possible and we’ll all try and help as much as possible until the baby is born…in July I believe?” Both teenagers nodded.

“Well your exams will be then and I am willing to help if needed, you know that I’m in my office often enough” the older woman smiled at the two, she knew they both had affection for each other and well, this might have been the push they needed.

“Thank you Professor” Lily voiced for the both of them.

“Thanks Minnie” James smiled at the Professor.

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July had come and gone, at the end of the month with two screaming babies at St.Mungo’s.

“Oh they’re beautiful” James’s mum was beside herself, not being able to help in delivering her son’s children. A boy and girl.

“So what are the names?” His father asked, James lovingly looked at Lily. She knew he wanted her to say them as he was handed his baby girl.

“Harry James Potter and Luna Petunia Potter” Lily smiled tiredly. She yawned straight after, her body betraying her will to stay awake.

“Go to sleep love, we’ll still be here when you get back” James kissed her forehead and her friends cooed over the two lovely children.

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“Hey mum there’s the owl at our window” Harry yelled to his mum who was upstairs with his sister.

“Get the mail would you sweetheart, and give her a treat this time” Lily’s voice carried towards her son who was slowly walking towards the kitchen window.

“Alright, two letters and a treat for our girl” the owl rubbed her head affectionately on his hand and then proceeded to take his treat and fly away.

“Hey dad, it’s our Hogwarts letters!” Harry moved towards his father, who was reading the newspaper, Rita Skeeter still causing drama as usual.

“That’s great little man! Get you both into Gryffindor and continue our legacy…,I can see it now- and Minnie will love seeing you both as grown kids, the last time she saw you you were babies during our exam period” Harry looked at his father as he was crazy, surely he and his sister weren’t babies when they were still in school?

“MUM! Can you explain what dad just said?” Harry yelled up to his mother, both ladies of the house running down to the boys.

“Uh yeah I suppose we should, we just aren’t sure if you’re really ready to hear it” the two children looked a their mum, Lily Potter, who was a fearless woman and also so caring too.

“We’re ready mum, we should know” Luna spoke for both her and Harry.

“Let’s get settled then, it’s a wild ride” James had addressed the two, who now had sat down on their living room couch.

“Ok I suppose I should start that at some point I hated your father, for no reason besides his antics and school rivalry” she looked at her husband to continue.

“And I kept trying to ask out your mother, constantly really. But at one Gryffindor party that all changed.” James made what could be placed as jazz hands.

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“Okay, who cares what house you’re in….just don’t do what me and your father did and have kids too early” Lily laughed as the two children and their parents, godparents and their own children prepared to rush into Platform 9 3/4.

“Try for Gryffindor though, we’re the best house” James smiled at his two children, ready to face the world of magic.

“Okay dad we’ll try” Luna rolled her eyes at her fathers absurd request.

“Let’s go before we miss the train!” Luna and Harry both rain towards the entrance to the train, and you could see them sit at the same spot in which their parents did back in the 70s.

“They’ll be okay yeah?” Lily looked at James with a soft expression.

“Of course they will” James hugged her tightly.

The train started to move and the two kids and a few more who joined them waved out the windows to bid their parents goodbye until the holidays.

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“Harry Potter!” The two were well known with McGonagall, they both had been in her care as their own parents did their exams….but for some reason they both still felt nervous when heading towards the sorting hat.

“Gryffindor!” Harry jumped off the seat, a sea of red waiting to greet him into his new house, or a found family of all sorts.

“Luna Potter!” The hat had a harder time getting into the young girl’s head, knowing her brother begged to not be in Slytherin like his dad said. The hat toyed with her emotions, saying if she should be with him or be with the cunning and ambitious Slytherin’s.

“Slytherin!” She got a round of applause from the house of snakes, taking on last look at her brother- he was looking away and talking to new house members.

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Luna, we take no offence for you being in Slytherin. My childhood best friend was a Slytherin, although I moved on from him quickly when his ugly beliefs showed, I know he is one of your professors and I hope he will guide you well.

I have had a word with your brother, I know he may not want to show his affection to you whilst in front of his friends due to house wars, just know he’ll be there for you in private.

Lots of love,

Mum

Ps. Dad said to say hello to Minnie and talk to her if you need anything at all cause she still remembers us.

Luna read the letter over and over again whilst munching on some toast, something in her gut told her that her relationship with her brother was about to become very difficult.

[luveline]

sirius and loser!gf who's so conditioned to being a secret hookup to boys who want to be seen with someone hot not sweet, who gets so confused when sirius publicly refers to her as his girlfriend

when I saw this I saved it to my drafts instantly cos I knew I'd wanna talk about it. okay. this is my favourite thing in the whole whole world and your brain is huge and ily SLIGHTLY NSFW MDNI PLS this was supposed to be just a little blurb but it's a long informal blurb my bad

you're a normal girl, but normal isn't pretty anymore not for so many guys and you're so used to being a secret 'sneaky link' that you don't even bring it up. sirius is kind – he surprised you with how kind he is, because honestly you'd seen how pretty he is and thought okay, if he wants to use me for some fun that's alright with me. best sex of your life, he'd done all the prep ur previous links hadn't bothered to do and practically redefined aftercare for you. literally the heart attack you have afterward when he pulls you in for a hug the first time almost kills you, and when he doesn't let go for a long time you think it might've. and this keeps happening. and it's never only sex, which is the kicker, super odd, but you're not stupid enough to question a gift when you get one.

the good sex is a small small part of how kind he is. a seriously tiny part compared to all the rest. he takes you out for dinner before or after or whenever you want to go, he makes sure you have everything you need, then he starts buying you stuff you definitely don't need. he starts to call you all the time, near everyday, and you realise you like him and it's a bad idea to keep answering but you can't help yourself

he listens to you chat about your current hobbies with patience, he asks questions, and the first time he hands you a skein of embroidery thread and says, i saw this and thought it would go really nice with your skin, for one of your bracelets, you know you're in love.

but whatever, right? he won't be the first boy you can't have. i feel like you'd get so in your head about it that you can't connect the dots no matter how obvious they are. he invites you over and you don't have sex half as much as you used to and you think oh he must've changed his mind and he's too kind to send me home. he kisses you in the middle of a conversation and you can't explain it to yourself, he's just nice. you're delusional, but it feels impossible.

there's even one night where he's drawing hearts into your cheek with the tip of his finger and he says, i don't know how we got so lucky.

and you think, yeah, we do like the same things in bed, iguess that is rare. ur just stupid about it because your self esteem is soooooo so low. not in a "hate yourself way" (though maybe a little) but a "what would he really see in me?" way.

AND SO. he asks you out to meet his friends. whatever, you're nervous but not that nervous, when he finally breaks your heart you'll never see him again so why would his friends matter.

there they are, james and remus, and remus says, its nice to meet you and james says, the infamous y/n with a huge grin

sirius throws his arm around your shoulder and kisses your cheek and says, yep, this is my girlfriend Y/N

my girlfriend, james repeats like he's going to throw up. im so sick of hearing him say 'my girlfriend'. you'd think you didn't have a name.

don't be cruel, he's just excited.

yeah I'm excited! look at her

your ears are ringing. you turn to him with your lips parted in confusion and his smile fades as he sees your expression. he excuses you both quickly and pulls you outside and asks what's wrong.

im your girlfriend?

I feel like he would be so shattered at first cos in his head you've literally been going out for weeks now, spending days upon days in each other's company and kissing and just meshing together as a couple and he's thinking fuck this was all one sided???

but you maybe start crying and you're looking at his shoes and you're inconsolable pretty quickly. snivelling, words broken up by your tears, you're pathetic and it doesn't matter as you confess all your feelings for him and how you hadn't thought in a million years that he would ever like you like you like him, you're torn apart

sirius is dumbfounded but he's so in love. he catches your face in both hands and kisses the top of your head until you've calmed down, and then he tells you the FULL TRUTH. he's mad for you, he has been since he met you, he thinks you're amazing. sirius black of all people is obsessed with you and it doesn't make any sense but it does!!! of course it does!

sirius marches you back inside and introduces you as his girlfriend again. he goes around the entire pub telling people you're his, and how pretty you are, and you wanna hear her talk, mate, i could listen to her for hours.

I think he would spend a long time after that trying to build your confidence and your esteem. like, insane heart aching heart to hearts and the gooiest warmest sex of your life. hugs in the middle of the supermarket, random gifts. he frames a photo of you and puts that shit on his desk because he is in love with you. everything about you especially all the shit u don't like yourself. and plus when you actually know you're his girlfriend and he's your boyfriend, you realise you can do all the things you'd wanted to. you can call him from work and you can ask him to shower with you and you can make him bracelets and clay pots and anything you want. you can kiss his high cheekbones and play with his hair. i think he'd have an aneurysm

[morwap]

𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔, 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔.

regulus black x fem!reader

light hurt/comfort angst? with cute moments

part 1 • part 2 • part 3 • part 4 (maybe)

nav / m.list / all work / r.a.b mlist / song i got the titles from / very very loosely based off this asks alt ending (basically sparked this idea)

artist!regulus, swearing, platonic!regulus x pandora, jily, regs fam, a tad bit of reg being obsessive and possessive, james potter x reader, platonic!regulus x evan roiser,

───────✧ 𓆩♡𓆪 ✧───────

regulus had a strong disliking for james, he knew he disliked him borderline hated him since third year, ever since he watched james intertwine his and your hands then only to drop it as soon as lily walked into the room. james’ eyes lighting up when he saw the red head, regulus could see the hurt and confusion on your face immediately and it made his blood run cold. he couldn’t help the thoughts of “if i held your hand id never let go” and “if i was james my attention would be on you at all times” but that’s the thing, regulus wasn’t james and would never be james and he knew that- knew it all too well.

envious, is what would describe regulus. most of the time envious of sirius but forever envious of james for different reasons.

regulus would kill for an ounce of james’ confidence, just to talk to you without stuttering or actually respond because most of time he’d smile and nod when you greeted him.

the way james constantly projected his rejected feelings for lily evans onto you, even if it was a simple lock of the pinky’s or whispers in the dark, which in response made you fall for james potter even if you knew it was wrong and any sort of romantic gesture was with lily in mind and not you.

but in some ways this comforted regulus; he hated that it did, hated seeing you upset over a guy regulus thought you were too good for but knowing that james didn’t have these feelings towards you made it bearable to be in the same room as him.

but in the end regulus knew your daydreams were of james and none of him, just as you knew james’ daydreams were filled with lily and none of you.

he knew it was silly it be in love with someone that was already completely infatuated with someone else and you knew it too. doomed from the start.

he didn’t know what started it— how he started to admire you in so many ways, you could do no wrong in his mind. maybe the small smiles you’d give him and the quick greetings in the halls when you’d pass each other.

something anyone would do to their friends sibling, he knew that’s all that you saw in him. sirius’ brother was his only title to you but to him you hung the stars in the sky and he’d worship the ground you walked on.

in fifth year regulus knew he was in deep shit once he realized that all his drawings in his sketchbook started to resemble you, in one way or another.

looking around the almost empty library, then turning the page. you. another page turned and it was you again. he’d been drawing you for hours, unknowingly at that, just letting his subconscious do the work. quickly shutting his sketchbook and grabbing his things. ‘fucking creep’ regulus thought to himself.

regulus could cringe at the memory, knowing that anyone in that library could’ve seen the drawings just by walking past him and he could already hear the rumors in his head.

and now regulus was sat next to pandora on the hogwarts express coming back from the holiday break thinking about if you were going to continue the little “heys” and “hi”s he thrived off of, since sirius was disowned over the summer he noticed the the now hesitant greetings but he still latched onto them, hanging on every thing that would come out of your mouth that was directed towards him.

“thinking about her?” pandora teasingly asked, as she straightened out her magazine. pandora knew of regulus’ crush, not by his choice of course. she had connected the dots when she had found his sketch book.

“hopelessly” evan added, still in a teasing manor making regulus roll his eyes. “speak of the devil” evan mumbled, as loud mumbles and laughter was heard outside their compartment. regulus perked up and his looked to the side.

you, sirius and james looking for a compartment. sirius pushed you playfully making you fall back and the back of your head hit on the glass. sirius bent over laughing while you rubbed your head and turned, looking into the compartment and getting embarrassed. you giggled and mouthed ‘sorry’ to regulus, pandora and evan. feeling a hand press against your head.

regulus tensed watching james grip your head, laughing, then pulling you to keep walking with them. seeing james put a sour taste in regulus’ mouth, let alone watching james put his hands on you. and he knew you probably loved it— loved that james laughed in your direction and touched you, eating up his attention no matter what, like how regulus ate up any crumb of attention he could from you.

“maybe…try talking to her this year?” evan suggested, crossing his legs and leaning forward a bit. regulus rolled his eyes again, silently going back to looking out the window. evan and pandora shared a look but kept quiet. pandora knew the topic was sensitive, and honestly didn’t have the patients for another fight between the two boys—like last time.

-

“how’s your head?” james asked, his hands had left your head when you all had found a compartment. you smiled, “fine, fine” you assured him and james gave a simple nod.

sirius stuck his head out the compartment, yelling for remus and peter to hurry up. the boys came rushing into the compartment.

you, james and peter sat next to each other. remus and sirius on the other seats sprawled out— kicking at each other playfully while laughing.

james moved closer to you, his hand moving to your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. you smiled even though you shouldn’t have. “heard evans answered a letter of yours over the summer prongs” remus said, raising a brow to james as he placed his legs over sirius’.

james looked down at his hand, taking it off your thigh and crossing his arms. “you heard correct moony. ms evans has officially replied to my one of my letters” james said smugly. you kept a smile on, you hated when he does this— touching you in a certain way or saying something to you then talking about lily and now you hated it even more since in november she had talked to you about giving him a chance soon while you, dorcas and her were getting ready for bed.

you leaned your head on the window as the train started moving. the boys yelled and laughed—joking with each other none stop, eventually you tried to push the thoughts of james and lily out of your mind and join in on the fun.

hours later after remus and james bickered over which chocolate tasted better, you and peter had fallen asleep.

-

dinner had past and eveyone was in their common rooms or already in bed.

evan sat on regulus’ bed, barty already snoring loudly, keeping them awake. “quidditch, tomorrow we need to get there before gryffindor so we can get the first practice in” evan sighed, flipping through regulus’ sketch book.

regulus loved quidditch, the only time he could some what take his anger out on james.

“already talked to pandora about it, she has it covered but…” regulus trailed off, snatching his artworks back from the blonde.

“but?” evan huffed, rolling his eyes at the brunette. “but when the next hogsmeade trip comes up we have to pick up something for her” regulus said, “well for Xenophilius— some sort of gift. says he’s too nosy and she can’t get it while he’s around and they’ve already made a date for the three broomsticks” regulus added, resting his back on the headboard of his bed.

evan nodded, moving to lay on his side. evans fingers moved to the sketch book again. “she is pretty” the blonde said, flipping through regulus’ sketch book once again. “don’t” regulus snapped, ripping it away from evan once more, evan laughed and threw his hands up in defense. “you should take dora’s advice” evan said going back to slight seriousness.

regulus raised a brow, “what she said in november, the letter or something like that” evan said trying to remember everything pandora had said. the love letter, how could regulus forget—she kept going on about it for days. “m’not very good with words” regulus muttered, playing with his sleeve.

“paint her a picture! paint something symbolic or something like that, paint her!? she’d like that” evan rambled, pointing at the sketch book. “i-“ regulus was cut off by evan. “don’t think. just do it. it’s getting late” evan said.

getting up from regulus’ bed and making his way to his own. the two whispered good nights and evan flicked his wand and the candles went out.

-

remus and you walked down the hall, you yawned and waved as you two were already at your stop. parting ways after making plans to meet in the courtyard during your free period.

the lesson was boring, just as you remembered before break.

hours passed and now you, sirius and remus walked to the library. remus and sirius bickered about why you three were even going to the library and you just laughed while listening to your friends.

“no moony— i’m telling you she fucking hates me! doesn’t even want me to be in there for a second” sirius whined, moving his hands around dramatically.

“i don’t blame her! who sets off a firework in the library?!” remus argued, letting out a huff every time sirius would bring up that it was one tiny firework. “please don’t make me go in there” sirius begged, clasping his hands together and putting them to his chest.

“fine! fine! y/n and i will grab the books we need, but you are carrying them, WITHOUT a charm. consider this a punishment for the fireworks” remus scolded, making sirius roll his eyes and stopped outside the archway of the library. “deal” sirius muttered.

“he’s ridiculous” you giggled, walking with remus to shelves that had the books you wanted. turning the corner you spotted lily and james, in the secret spot you had showed james in 3rd year. lilys face tinted pink as james pressed her knuckles to his lips, a genuine smile on both of their faces.

you went back the way you came, hoping they didn’t see you. they looked happy, truly happy, you could remember when you first showed james and hung out there with him many times. he was happy then, just like when you two hung out, he was happy but not that kind of happy. he was never that kind of happy with you.

you hated how affected you were by seeing them together, he chose her from the start. it was never you and it was never going to be you but of course your emotions got in the way and got hung up on the idea of him liking you back in the slightest. you blinked back your tears, this was bound to happen. doomed from the start.

you couldn’t help but also be happy for james and lily, you loved seeing them happy even if you werent. you were planning on sucking it up till it didn’t hurt anymore.

taking a deep breath, and turning to a different book shelf. scanning the books but your mind still flashes of lily and james, not paying attention to what you were doing you bumped harshly into someone. you sniffled, and gasped. you apologized as you regained balance. “oh hi regulus” you said and smiled a bit, first time seeing him since the train.

regulus’ mouth went dry, his face started to feel hot. “hi y/n” he muttered, making eye contact for a split second then moved his gaze to something else. “sorry again, i didn’t mean to” you said, “it’s fine, it wasn’t on purpose” regulus said shrugging it off.

you reached for the book you needed, grazing over regulus’ hand as you did so. regulus watched your hand closely. noticing how soft they are, how perfect.

“i’ll see you around reg” you said with a smile, regulus nodded before you turned to find remus. blinking a couple of times to try to get rid of your watery eyes.

“okay rem i got my books” you said, walking to the tall boy. “alright, let’s go” remus said, moving the two books you were holding to his stack of three. “you think he’s really going to carry that?” you asked, trying to joke around.

“already charmed them to be lighter than usual” remus answered with a lazy smirk. you shook your head in laughter as you both walked towards the exit.

-

a week had past since you and regulus shared that moment in the library.

regulus sat quietly in professor McGonagall’s class room, it was well past midnight and he was forever grateful for the professor to let him use her classroom during the night to paint with being interrupted.

giving regulus special access since he had painted her a very beautiful oil painting of her animagus form. mcgonagall genuinely loves regulus’ paintings and now looked forward for when he’d leave a sketch on her desk or left a canvas to dry in her classroom over night and she’d get to study it while she got her things ready for the lessons that day.

regulus’ teeth bit down on his lip lightly once again, staring at the canvas. thinking of what he was going to do, he wanted to make a painting for pandora and Xenophilius anniversary but couldn’t decide between charcoal or an abstract oil painting. regulus went back and forth between sketching in his book for a general idea then back to thinking about the materials but every time he’d think then go back to sketching he kept seeing your face in the sketch. every single time, no matter how hard he tried, causing him to get frustrated.

evans voice rang in the back of his mind, “paint her something”, turning back to his sketch book.

regulus remembered the way your hands looked, when they brushed against his own. he was hoping if he painted something, he’d get inspiration for pandoras gift— he most definitely couldn’t gift a painting with someone else’s hands. he decided watercolor for this one, nothing out of the ordinary as he normally picked watercolor when painting you.

[lonelyyinchicago]

harry’s first day at school

//cw: racism//

it had always been lily’s wish that when he was old enough, harry would attend a primary school. turning up on the first day, sirius was more nervous than harry, remus’ david bowie t-shirt loosely tucked into the front of a pair of black jeans.

harry was holding onto both sirius and remus’ hands tightly, swinging between them as they walked through the gates. remus stopped a metre or so away from the next parent and their child. an afro was visible and the young girl peered around her mother’s legs at harry and smiled, and a large gap where a tooth was missing from the bottom row was visible. harry let go of remus’ hand to wave at her, his own smile slowly spreading across his face.

remus knelt down in front of the boy and gently brushed away the dark strands of hair that had fallen in front of the green eyes.

“we’ll see you soon” remus told him, leaning forward to plant a kiss on harry’s nose. “okay?”

harry nodded and placed his two hands on remus’ cheeks, holding him in place as he returned the gesture, a slightly sloppier kiss being placed on the werewolf’s nose.

sirius nodded, his voice not producing a sound. he ruffled harry’s hair and watched as his godson caught up with the girl ahead and immediately started babbling away.

“bye bye!”

harry turned to shout as remus and sirius stood waiting hand in hand until he was out of eyesight.

“you okay?” remus asked, studying sirius’ face carefully.

sirius nodded silently and began walking back out of the school gates. remus ran his thumb over the back of his husband’s hand, the catalyst for the tears to spill out of the grey eyes.

“hey he’s going to be okay” remus said, coming to a stop in front of sirius. he opened his arms, letting sirius’ head fall heavily into his shoulder. “he’s going to be just fine.”

sirius pulled back, searching the caramel-speckled eyes anxiously.

“we just left him with a bunch of strangers; how is this what lily wanted?” sirius questioned.

“it’s school, sirius. he’ll be fine. and anyway, this week is only three hours a day.”

“yeah bu-”

“anyway, we now have a couple of hours to kill but i need to go home first and grab my wallet - i think i left it on the kitchen table” remus added, more to himself than sirius.

sirius let himself be led back through their town, his fingers threaded between remus’, in the same way they had been during their time at hogwarts.

“are we doing the right thing?” sirius asked as remus stopped outside their door to put the key in. “yeah yeah i know it’s what lily wanted” sirius quickly continued as remus opened his mouth, “but i never went to a primary school so can’t we just keep him at home?”

“pads, i love him as much as you, but this will be good for him” remus assured his husband.

he held the door open, letting sirius enter first. leaving his shoes on, sirius threw himself over the arm of the sofa, his head hanging over the other end. he watched upside down as remus collected his wallet, tucking it carefully into his back pocket.

he knelt down in front of sirius, running a scarred finger along the length of sirius’ jawline, silently playing connect the dots with his moles and blemishes. he pressed a gentle kiss onto sirius’ forehead, before extending his hand.

as they stepped back out into the late september sun, sirius raised their joined hands and planted a kiss on the back of remus’ hand. remus smiled sheepishly at the kiss, making sirius roll his eyes.

the sun’s rays breaking through the branches of the tree outside the lupin’s house were catching the occasionally visible caramel sparks in remus’ eyes and sirius watched them as remus turned the key in the lock.

“you want to go to the park?” sirius asked once remus had put the key away.

“sure.”

as it was midmorning on a wednesday, the park was relatively empty and sirius and remus easily found a bench by the edge of the pond. a small family of ducks was bobbing about on the water, one duckling struggling to keep up with the others.

sirius’ head fell comfort against remus’ shoulder with a smile. remus turned his head to place a small kiss on the top of sirius’ head, the smell of his shampoo filling his nostrils.

sirius sat up suddenly, throwing remus’ head back sharply. remus instantly began rubbing the back of his neck.

“what?”

“ice cream!” sirius said, standing up and pointing to where an ice cream van had just pulled up by the park gate.

sirius dragged remus to his feet and out of the park.

“what flavour do you want? my treat.”

“pads we have a joint account” remus reminded him with a roll of his eyes. “but just vanilla with strawberry sauce please.”

sirius paid for the two ice creams and quickly licked up the drip that was already starting to run down the length of the water cone.

“we should probably start heading back to the school” remus said as the couple walked past their local bookshop.

remus stopped to look through the window and sirius stood at his elbow, trying to work out what his husband’s fascination with the shop was.

“i thought we were supposed to be going to get harry?” sirius asked tapping remus incessantly.

“yeah” remus mumbled, still distracted.

“remus” sirius repeated.

“oh yes i’m coming.”

tearing his eyes away from the display, remus caught up with his husband. arriving at the school only a minute late, remus and sirius stood on the playground, looking at the muggle parents interestedly.

“they’re all so old” sirius whispered to remus who struggled to suppress his snort.

“don’t be rude, i’m sure they’re lovely” remus told him, waving back at the mother of the daughter harry had run into school with earlier that morning.

remus lowered his hand as a bell rung and a classroom door opened, like floodgates as thirty small children came bursting out of the building.

“where is he?” sirius asked, standing up on his tiptoes to try and spot a messy dark head amongst the crowd.

“moony!”

harry came sprinting towards them, his hand wrapped tightly around the hand of the girl from earlier.

“hey haz” remus said, immediately dropping to the children’s level. “who’s this?”

“umm” harry turned to face the girl with a slight frown on his face.

“it’s amelia” the girl said confidently, extending her hand to remus.

remus shook it gently.

“well hello amelia, i’m remus and this is sirius.”

remus indicated over his shoulder to his husband who smiled down at the girl. she grinned up at him, but jumped as she heard her mother’s voice.

the woman walked over, holding her hand out to her daughter.

“i’m lucy” amelia’s mother said, smiling up at remus as he stood up. “it was lovely to meet you, but amelia darling, you have swimming - we need to go. maybe we can arrange something for a weekend?”

“would you like that harry?” sirius asked, eyeing the woman somewhat suspiciously.

harry nodded enthusiastically, his hand still inside amelia’s.

“yay! see you tomorrow harry” amelia said, waving as her mother led the way to their car.

harry nodded but as soon as she was out of sight his smile disappeared. he raised his hand to sirius, who took it gently.

“what’s the matter harry?” sirius asked as they wandered out of the school gates. “did something happen at school? do you not want to meet up with the girl?”

“give him time to answer love” remus said, looking down at harry, whose eyebrows were drawing tighter together as sirius’ questions kept coming.

“no i really like her - she was very nice to me when one of the other boys was mean. but then she got in trouble because she hit him and i feel bad because she got in trouble for standing up for me.”

“what happened with this boy?” sirius asked as they entered their house.

he exchanged a look with remus while harry sat on the bottom step to take his shoes off.

“he said” harry began, not lifting his head to make eye contact with his godfather, “he said that my face was funny and i couldn’t play in the sandpit with him because we weren’t the same colour. and then amelia hit him and the teacher told her off” he finished defeatedly.

sirius glared at remus, a look that strongly resembled his ‘i told you so’ face. remus held the eye contact and led the way into their kitchen. he picked harry up, placing him down on the counter gently.

“do you want some strawberry milk?” remus asked, reaching for a glass when harry nodded.

placing the pink liquid in front of the boy, remus smiled at him, waiting for him to start talking again.

“do you want us to say anything to the school?” sirius asked him, “because that boy’s behaviour is unacceptable and amelia was right, you know that don’t you haz?” sirius said, tilting harry’s chin up to make eye contact.

harry nodded silently, his concentration mainly on blowing bubbles in the milk.

“harry this is important” remus said. “if you want us to go to your teacher we can, okay?”

“i don’t want more trouble” harry mumbled around the straw. “amelia can’t use the sandpit for the rest of the week now.”

“this is ridiculous” sirius said loudly.

“no it’s okay” harry said quickly, reaching out to his godfather. “i know he’s just a dick.”

“he’s a what?” remus asked with a eyebrow raised.

“dick” harry repeated simply.

“harry, where did you hear that word?” remus asked.

“that’s what pads says about a lot of people” harry explained.

sirius was looking down at him proudly but his smile faltered when he met his remus’ eyes.

“don’t blame me - you’re the reason his first word was fuck.”

“can i see amelia at the weekend?” harry asked, cutting remus off as he opened his mouth to protest.

“yeah of course haz, she seems lovely.”

“she is” harry said, a smile forming as he remembered playtime with her earlier. “i love her.”

“yeah?” sirius asked with a smirk.

“yeah” harry said, nodding firmly.

he put his glass down and leapt off the counter, running into the lounge. he dived over the arm of the sofa, curling up into the cushions as he waited for the tv to turn on.

“do you think we should talk to the school anyway?” sirius asked.

remus looked at him, torn.

“i don’t want to undermine him or what he wants, but whoever this kid is has to be punished.”

“i mean, amelia already hit him but yeah - we can talk about it more after tomorrow? maybe see how the rest of the week pans out?”

“what a very sensible suggestion love” remus teased, his eyes glowing.

“i’m very sensible i’ll have you know.”

“right.”

[fruitcoops]

Could we please have a prequel to the praise kink fic? Because i really want to know why were Sirius and Remus not together and what did Remus send him. I really need context

I was hoping somebody would ask for this!! The aforementioned fic is here for any curious souls (18+ please) and SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for spicy texts (not exactly nudes), and smutty feelings with nothing explicit

The bus went over a bump and Sirius winced as his shins knocked against the back of the seat in front of him, connecting with the metal brace inside. “Fuck.”

“You sure you don’t want to switch?” James asked next to him. Sirius glanced down at the veritable wall of gear and empty snack bags between them, then back to James in disbelief. He shrugged, then set his headphones back over his ears. “Worth a shot.”

“Merde,” Sirius hissed as a pothole nearly took off his kneecap. He gritted his teeth and readjusted, drawing his legs closer to his chest. I want to be home, he thought, allowing himself an internal moment to whine.

He checked his phone—not even ten in the morning. It was a Saturday, so Remus would probably just be rolling out of bed, still sleepy and soft with his hair sticking up like a disgruntled cat’s. Sirius sighed heavily and stared out the window at the small town rolling past in the distance; there was little he wouldn’t give to be back with him instead of on the way to a full week of conferences.

“Why did we have to win the Cup?” he grumbled.

James lifted one side of his headphones. “What?”

“Nothing.”

It wasn’t like they had had much time to themselves before that, either—Sirius’ schedule was packed with interviews that felt more like interrogations, and Remus had been running the PT department mostly by himself while Moody took a well-deserved vacation. They were dead on their feet every night, worked to the bone with little energy left to do more than cuddle and fall asleep. Still, Sirius was grateful for every second of it.

He waited ten more minutes before giving in.

New Message To: Re

Bonjour mon loup <3

There was no immediate response, which made sense, though he was a little bit disappointed. Sirius closed his eyes and tried to make himself relax; it would be at least another six hours before they arrived at their destination, and the bad weather gathering overhead didn’t bode well for quick travel.

His phone buzzed gently and he scrambled to answer. Don’t be Reg, don’t be Reg, don’t be Reg—

New Message From: Re

Morning love!

Thanks for the bagels <3

“Fuck yes,” Sirius said under his breath. The bagels had been a last-minute decision as he crept through the house in the early hours of the morning after carefully detaching himself from Remus with a final half-asleep farewell kiss. There was no guarantee he would remember breakfast with everything going on, so Sirius figured it was a safe bet to toast them and leave them on the countertop before heading out.

Message To: Re

Pas de problem

Sleep well?

Message From: Re

Decent

Missed you :(

Sirius rested his temple against the cold window with a soft sound. He hated leaving at different times, but that was just how their life worked at the moment.

Message To: Re

Missed you too <3

Three small dots appeared for a long moment before vanishing without a trace just as his heart rate began picking up. Where’d you go? he almost wondered aloud. Something bumped his arm and James raised a quizzical brow. “Loops,” Sirius said by way of explanation.

“I figured. He okay?”

“I think so? He just…disappeared on me.” Sirius was well-aware of how plaintive he sounded—James’ teasing smile was completely unnecessary.

“Aw, Cap,” he laughed, reaching over to mess with his beanie until Sirius slapped his hand away. “It’s alright, buddy, it’s just a couple days.”

Sirius jammed his hat back on his head and flicked James on the unprotected bit of his ear, making him yelp. “Fuck off, I know you’ll be a mess as soon as Lily FaceTimes with my godson.”

“He has a name, you know.”

“Sorry. You’ll be a mess as soon as she FaceTimes with Pocket Pots, who happens to be my godson.”

James rolled his eyes. “I regret giving you that title.”

“Nah, you don’t.”

As if on cue, his phone lit up again; Sirius ignored James’ snickering as he quickly unlocked it.

New Message From: Re

When will you be at the hotel?

“That’s it?” he muttered.

Message To: Re

That was a lot of typing for one sentence

6-7 hrs, if the weather holds

Why?

Message From: Re

Sorry lmao Reg came in for a bit

Just curious :) Keep me updated?

Message To: Re

Will do <3

Tell Reg he needs to wash his sheets. It’s been over a month.

A small thumbs-up emoji was his only answer, and he tried not to be too bummed. Remus liked having things to do; sitting there and texting Sirius while he slowly got further and further away was probably not his preferred way to spend a morning. With a sigh that was likely a bit too dramatic for the situation he was in, Sirius faced the window once more and buckled in for a long ride.

He chatted off and on with the others when they stopped for lunch, but everyone was exhausted from the combination of a packed week and an early morning. Even Talker stayed fairly quiet, and James kept his headphones on for most of the trip.

Sirius finally succumbed to his tiredness and put some music on, then dozed for an hour or three while they traveled through yet another field. A few halfhearted calls of “cows” made their way around the bus, though nobody seemed particularly enthused about being packed in with double the gear due to a broken storage compartment. Donuts and gas station coffee could only do so much.

“Just crossed the state border,” Arthur called from the front of the bus as Sirius tried to ignore the cramping in his thighs. Three hours. Just three more.

His music was interrupted by a soft jingle alert and he pulled his phone out, hoping against hope that Regulus hadn’t caused a fire anywhere. It was unlikely given the…well, everything about him, but with Sirius’ luck it could happen.

New Message From: Re

How far?

Message To: Re

About 3 hrs. Ran into some detours

Good day?

Remus remained silent on the other end and Sirius frowned. That was rather rude, and highly unusual. Between the two of them, Remus was the one who kept conversations going past the initial question to be answered.

Message From: Re

Attachment: 1 Image

Love you! Call me when you get there : )

Sirius opened the attachment and almost threw his phone in utter shock. Skin. Bare skin everywhere, its smooth edges broken up only by tight black fabric that may as well have been painted onto the curve of Remus’ ass. “Oh my god,” he whimpered, voice barely audible even to his own ears. It had been taken in their bedroom mirror; Remus looked over his shoulder, and Sirius caught the corner of a devious smirk on his lips. “Oh, you fucker.”

Message From: Re

Thoughts? They’re cozy

Message To: Re

Did you miss the part where I said three (3) hours

Message From: Re

Nope

Second one is a guessing game and u get a prize if u get it right : )

The second photograph was more zoomed-in than the first and Sirius wracked his brain, running through his mental catalogue of Remus’ body to figure out the answer. It did absolutely nothing to calm the situation in his pants.

He had no idea what the promised prize was, but anticipation made his hands shake slightly as he carefully scanned the picture. The shadows caught it at an odd angle—it wasn’t the steady slopes of his face or neck, nor was it the strong curve of a shoulder. Not enough freckles, either, he thought.

A lightbulb lit in the back of his mind.

Message To: Re

Right hip

Another thought connected half a second later.

Holy fuck you took them off

Is that my prize?

Re?

Remus Lupin I swear to god

TEXT ME BACK

Message From: Re

Bingo!

Christ you’re impatient, I was gone for like 2 mins

He chanced a look toward Pots, whose head lolled to the side as he snored.

Message To: Re

Hey quick question why are you like this

It’s a good thing Pots is out cold bc this bus is too small to hide anything

Message From: Re

Haha sux to be you

Sirius’ cheeks heated with a whole cocktail of different emotions as he furiously typed a response.

Message To: Re

‘Sux to be you’???

Are you 13 yrs old????

Message From: Re

Do you want your prize or not u horndog

Message To: Re

YOU MADE ME THIS WAY

He took a deep breath through his nose and flexed his fingers.

Yes please

A simple smiley face—Sirius would never see those things the same—popped up, followed by an audio file. He triple-checked that his headphones were plugged in before tapping ‘play’ with an unsteady thumb.

His face went very, very hot before all the blood went straight to his groin and he closed his eyes, covering his mouth with his hand. Breathy sounds came through the heavy earphones, a little more crackly than they would be in-person; he heard Remus’ gasp catch in his throat and crossed his legs as best he could in the too-small seat, torn between thanking and cursing any higher power. He could practically see Remus’ face in his mind’s eye as the noises continued, intermixed with fragments of desperate words.

The file came to an end after what felt like the blink of an eye and a hundred years, and Sirius did not look away from the violently red seat cushion in front of him for a long moment as his brain came back online. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so turned on.

He took a few deep breaths, though it did nothing to erase the poorly-muffled whines that still rang between his ears like church bells. Sirius huffed and turned to grab his waterbottle out of his duffel, only to make direct eye contact with Finn across the aisle.

Sirius froze.

Finn grinned.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he hissed, too low to wake James but just loud enough to carry over the four feet separating them. Finn’s smile widened. “Stop it. Stop it right now.”

“How’s Loops?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“That good, huh?”

“O’Hara, I swear to god—”

“Oh, is Cap spilling secrets?” Kasey asked, poking his head over the back of the seat.

Finn opened his mouth, but the force of Sirius’ glare must have been enough to at least intimidate him a little, because he shook his head. The smug Cheshire grin remained. “Nah, just having a chat about our plans when we get home.”

Kasey groaned. “You’re a lucky man, O’Hara. Both your people get to come with you. Nat sent me a promise, like, twenty minutes ago and I can’t stop thinking about it. I won’t be available tonight from six to eight if anyone was wondering.”

“Did she really?” Finn looked back to Sirius, who bit the inside of his cheek and tried to keep his cool. Two and a half hours, and then he would be safe. Just two and a half more hours.

[clairecrive]

“Favor” - Sirius Black x reader

a/n: I don’t know where this comes from but it just... happened so yeah, hope you like it x

Warnings: angst, unrequited love, but Sirius is a precious bb so there’s an happy ending, lowkey inspired by what happened to me but whatever

Word count: 1.2K

Summary: you confess your feelings to your best friend and hope this won’t ruin things between you

Requests are open and so is my taglist.

The Astronomy Tower had always been a place for deep conversations or to unwind. Since the beginning of the first year, when you had found it by mistake- having lost your way- and met Sirius who was stargazing. You became fast friends and the place became your special alcove and the setting of my treasured memories between you two.

So you find it fitting that it was also the place where you'd share something that could break your relationship. It felt like coming full circle if that was the case.

"I think I'm going to be selfish for a bit." You broke the silence, your hands tightening the grip on your robes. Here's goes nothing.

"As you should." Your best friend agreed.

"So, I'm going to ask you for a favour."

"Anything you need."

"I need to tell you something and I know it has the potential to be very destructive both for me and my relationship with you so I'm going to ask you to not interrupt me, okay?" This got his attention and he turned to face you even though you kept staring in front of you. There was no way you were going through with this if you were looking into his eyes. And you needed to get this over with.

"You know you can tell me everything, y/n."

"What I'm going to say will change everything Sirius and I don't want that to happen. But I need the closure of saying it out loud and for you to know so that I can really move on."

"Nothing can come between us. Well, actually-"

"No, Sirius this doesn't have anything to do with your hair care products." Rolling your eyes you assured him.

"You're safe then." He shot you a grin, one you didn't have to see to know it was there.

"You know how much I love you, right?" He nodded encouraging you to go on, your serious tone instantly sobering him up.

"You are one of my favourite people in the world and I would do anything if that meant keeping you in my life." You let out a big sigh knowing that the next words that were going to leave your mouth had the potential of making you lose your best friend.

"And it seems that 'anything' is swallowing my feelings for you and accept that my role in your life is stationary and is not going to change."

"You mean..."

"I've always known you were cool, okay? Before puberty hit you and the beauty of your soul reflected on your body too. I think I have since that night you went on for hours about the stars and their names and their stories." You chuckled with mirth but sensing your distress Sirius didn't speak again.

"So it shouldn't have surprised me when I realized how hard and how deeply I had fallen for you." Another deep sigh.

"And I didn't want to. Believe me, I tried to stop it but quickly discovered one of the oldest truth which is that we don't choose who we fall for." You mumbled the last part at which Sirius gave the barest of nods as if he was connecting the dots.

"So that's why you went days barely speaking to me."

"I thought that time and distance were the best solutions. Turns out, I was wrong and I was hurting you too along the way of getting over you. And that was never my intention, so, here I am, making a fool out of myself confessing my pathetic one-sided love to my best friend which pisses me off to no end since it's fucking cliché and far too dramatic for my liking."

Sirius chuckled at the genuine irritation on your face, his heart heavy with your confession. It had hurt him to see you so distant the past few days when you were usually the other's shadow. However, he'd take that hurt anytime if it meant erasing the pain that he was witnessing behind your eyes. He knew sarcasm was one of your many defences and the fact that you were able to joke about this made him hopeful but he knew. He knew that you were allowing yourself to be vulnerable, something you rarely did, for his sake. And while the realisation of how much you had to trust him almost made him misty, he knew that things were going to change.

He knew you too well to naively think otherwise.

"The favour I'm going to ask of you is that you forget what I've just told you." At the bewilderment in his eyes, you shrugged casting your eyes on the hands in your lap.

"I know you don't feel the same," you murmured hating that your voice quivered with the admission, "and I wasn't joking when I said that I wouldn't jeopardize our friendship."

"I can obliviate you if you want." You added with a light tone when silence stretched between you two.

"I don't want to forget." He spoke for the first time after your confession that night.

"I know how hard this is for you and it means the world that you're doing this. You mean the world to me too, y/n, and the last thing I want is to cause you any pain." He reached out and took hold of your hands, prompting you to meet his eyes.

It surprised you to see them watery but you knew that Sirius was a gentle soul and highly emotionally intelligent. It was one of the many things you loved about him.

"Tell me what you need and I'll do it. Give you space or time or even annoy the hell out of you to speed the process, anything." You chuckled at him. Of course, he'd say something like this. It was Sirius after all, your Sirius.

Anything in you was screaming for you to touch him, even if for a little caress but you held back knowing it would do you more harm than good.

Ignoring that pang in your heart at the fact that his words basically confirmed that your feelings were one-sided, you focused on the good side. Your best friend was here and was willing to do anything to save your relationship and that was all you could ask for.

"I'm sure it doesn't have to come to that but I reckon you wouldn't mind it one bit." You snickered at him, lightly nudging his shoulder with yours.

"Not that it is my favourite past time or anything but I'd gladly rise up to challenge if need be." Straightening his posture he added in a solemn tone as it wasn't clear enough that he was taking the piss out of you.

"How chivalrous of you my lord."

"You forget that I'm a Griffindor."

"Of course, how could I ever." Rolling your eyes, you stood up and brushed the dust away from your robes.

"Come or will be late for dinner and I'm famished."

"Oh no, we can't have that can't we?" He sprung to his feet and before you could say anything, he lifted you and threw you over his shoulder before running towards the Great Hall.

"My god you're such an ass," you screaming holding the hood of your cape from falling on your head as it bounced along with his steps. And while his ass was something to stare at you couldn't help but smile at it, with the risk of looking like a psychopath to any bystanders.

You had done what you most feared and despite it not going as you hoped to, you still had your best friend and that was all that mattered.

You were going to be okay.

[remusmainhoe]

sirius x reader

warning:smut, language.

not sure what it is, I wanna say friends, to lovers, but really I just got carried away. I hope you love it, I had fun writing it.

I was laying on the grass, near the black lake. The sun shined on the water, the warm breeze lifting the pages of my book, my mother had gotten me about medicine since she worked at st. Mungos, but I always preferred the greek mythology books my dad had left me. I saw him from a distance, sitting down on the grass, sheltered by the shade of a tree, his back relaxed against the bark. Two other girls near him were giggling at each other, stealing glances of him every now and then, their cheeks flushed with anticipation for his attention. Even from a distance, I could make out his face, unbothered by the girls, his dark, smooth hair dancing in front of his face every now and then. His eyes remained closed, his mouth carved into that faint grin he wore so much. James was next to him, his mouth moving, grasping the snitch before it got too close to freedom, and letting it go once more. Seeing how James ran a hand through his jet black hair, careful enough to leave it perfectly messy. Remus crouched down on the floor, eyes hungrily reading every word of the paper in front of him. A strand of his sandy brown hair on his face gone ignored, his hands grasping his quill, focused. Peter was watching James, as his hands clasp around the snitch for the 100th time.

I couldn’t help catching a glimpse of the boy, feeling like the other girls whose eyes also felt what I could only describe as a magnetic pull toward him. To me, he felt like a flame, you could appreciate it, and regard it as precious, but you know better than to get too close. I try to peel my eyes off him, staring back at the book in my lap. When my eyes tired of the words on the page that no longer meant anything, I looked up again only to find those piercing eyes staring back. The corner of his mouth lifting, flashing his teeth, his calculating eyes refusing to let me go. I tear away from him, refusing to give in. I stand up, picking up my things, and make my way back to the Gryffindor tower, rushing up the stairs to my dormitory. I laid in bed, refusing to acknowledge the way he made me feel. The butterflies that swarmed through my body, the warm feeling in my chest, because no one can have this much control over me. Falling asleep that night, his eyes being the last thought before I fall asleep, and my first thought when I wake up.

Waking up slowly, getting out of bed, taking the morning air deeply, letting it feel my lungs, and hoping it could erase that feeling he made me feel. The great hall filled with the first light of the day, my lids heavy as I sit down at the Gryffindor table. The table slowly filling up with students fueling up for the days' classes. I ate my breakfast in silence, lightly listening to the words the other girls were gossiping to me. When I felt those piercing eyes on me again, not wanting to believe my own senses, I ignored them. Lessons that day went by blandly and slowly, I plopped down on my chair in the astronomy tower at midnight. Opening my book to get ready for the lesson, I felt someone sit down next to me, I glanced quickly to see who it was.

“I hope this seat wasn’t being saved for someone else,” he says, clearly noticing the confusion on my face.

“Um, no, it's ok” I sputter out, he flashed another smile in response, in turn making those damn butterflies return, I fight the slight heat in my cheeks.

Before anything else can happen, the professor calls things into order, starting the lesson for the day. Any of the tiredness that I felt, fluttered away. the professor assigned us to fill a star chart of the different constellations with a partner.

“Well, what do you say, partner?” He said turning his body to my attention, certainty in his voice.

I had known him enough to know the charade he performed with other girls, making them stutter slightly, making their cheeks hurt with the smile he would cause. I was certainly not one to judge, for who could blame them? The way that he moved in a way that felt effortlessly yet still carried some precision, the way his words came out of his mouth like honey. The most frustrating thing that made it difficult to forgive him for the effect he had, was that he knew he was goddamn gorgeous, and he liked to see the effect he could have.

“I say, I'm tired, and I wanna get this over with,” I said, surprising myself.

His eyes flickered with something, his shitfaced grin refusing to leave. He turned to his telescope and started to get to work. His hand fidgeting with his quill, his other hand gracing the telescope. I turned my head back to my telescope, observing Perseus, Studying the made-up lines I imagined connecting the stars, picturing Perseus ‘the hero’ with his sword and shield. I started plotting the dots on the chart, his hand hovering on the paper before getting to work on another part of the sky. I then saw Canis Major, which wasn’t that hard to find due to the brightest star ‘Sirius’. Remembering the books I read on the stories and mythology of the stars. Picturing Laelaps the dog that always caught whatever it hunted. sent to hunt the Teumessian fox, a fox that could never be caught. Realizing that they were doomed to be the hunter and the hunted for eternity, Zeus turned them both to stone then placed them in the sky as the constellations Canis Major (Laelaps) and Canis Minor (the Teumessian fox). The irony, of course, is that they continue the chase in an eternal hunt, with Canis Minor rising in the winter skies about an hour before Canis Major, I couldn’t help but smile.

“Did you find a man on the moon or something?” Sirius’s voice pulling me back to the astronomy tower.

“Hmm?”

“You’re smiling at the stars” he pointed out, his eyes full of intrigue.

“Oh, it's nothing, I just like the constellations and the myths and stories they carry,” I explain focusing once more and filling out the star chart we were almost finished with.

“Like what?” He asked leaning closer as if it were a deep secret only he was to hear.

“Well… I like the pegasus,” I said drawing it on the star chart “The winged horse, in Greek mythology, used by Zeus to carry thunder and lightning,” I said not being able to hide an amused smile.

“ the stories become a bit tangled though, there are different stories about each of them…” I continued “like the birth of Orion, one story tells how his father was a poor shepherd called Hyrieus. Once, Zeus, Hermes, and Poseidon stopped by Hyrieus’ house. Hyrieus was so generous with his guests that he killed the only animal he had - an ox. Hyrieus was not aware that his guests were gods. The gods wanted to reward Hyrieus’ generosity by granting him a wish. Hyrieus’ biggest desire was to have a child. The gods told him to bury the hide of the bull he had sacrificed to them and to pee on it. After nine months, a boy was born in that place. The child became a very handsome and strong man. He became a very good hunter and threatened to kill all of the wild animals of the world, however, Gaia the mother of all animals was not pleased with his intention. Gaia set a giant scorpion on Orion, who soon realized that’s strength and sword were useless against the mighty Scorpio. Orion tried to escape, but was stung and placed in the stars along with the Scorpio set to chase him forever as a reminder from Gaia to protect the environment.” I stopped talking, realizing that who I had been ranting to. Instead of looking up to see a look of boredom, and annoyance that I was expecting to see, I was met with those eyes, laser-focused on me, his body slightly leaned in my direction.

“I told you, it's nothing, just random shit I think about” I dismiss it trying to not get sucked into his gaze.

“Is that we read so often outside near the lake?” He asked, not looking away from me.

“Among other things” I respond, before can think about it, I say “why do you care?”

He looked at me for a moment, “I don't” he said, and leaned back in his chair for a few minutes staring at the sky. Our star sheet laid out completed, and minutes to spare.

“But let's say I do,” he said leaning back toward me swiftly, his scent gracing my nose, my lungs filling lightly with cologne, leather, and cigarettes.

“Ok, humor me.” I say “what could Mr. popularity possibly have to care about? Apart from his hair”, I say, this time keeping eye contact.

“What do you have against my hair?” He said in the mocked offense.

“Nothing” I answer with slight sarcasm, slightly holding my hands up in defense.

I don't know what made me feel the need to not let him get to me. Hogwarts, although a big castle, I would always see how the girls would spoil him with love, and attention. I’ve read enough books, I don't want to be the “I'm not like other girls” bullshit, but I'm not gonna let him play his little game of cat and mouse.

He paused for a moment before speaking again, “well I just think that any book that can keep you from stealing glances at me, must be one hell of a book”

“Well, you think mighty big of yourself” I choke out a laugh, “you know, for a second there you had me,” I say without missing a beat.

“Is that so?” He countered.

Before I can say more, the lesson ends, I grab my things not trusting myself to say more. Getting to my dorm room, my head infected with him. His grin plastered on his face, with those eyes that see right through anyone. I'm not angry with what he said, it's what he made me feel that terrified me.

The next day, I sat at the Gryffindor table having breakfast, when I felt someone sit next to me. I turned and saw him sitting there, a bit further from his groupie.

“What are you doing over here,” I asked out of pure reflex.

“It is a free country” he responded as he served his breakfast.

“Yeah… sorry” he hadn’t done anything wrong, and it wasn’t my business, even if it was weird to see his hip separated from James. We ate in silence and headed to our first class, transfiguration, the moment I took my seat, he plopped down next to me.

“Ok, what’s your game here?” I ask him, frustrated that I even have to fight back a grin playing at the corner of my mouth. If he noticed, he didn’t say so.

“Nothing,” he said innocently. The class began, and we were assigned to transform bunnies into slippers. I managed to make some hoping slippers, with a tail at the back, Sirius chuckled at them.

“Don't judge them” I said, not even realizing I was smiling.

“I'm sorry,” he says, poorly hiding his amusement.

“Why don't you try it then” I challenge looking at his bunny.

“Ok, fine” he shrugged, with a swish of his wand, his bunny turned into a pair of slippers you would probably only find at a high-end store. “I could give you a lesson if you want” he teased.

“You know, one day you’re going to need slippers that jump,” I said catching my slippers, and transforming them back into the fluffy bunny.

The classes after that, he sat next to me, at first I thought he would come back to his senses and go back to his group, but after 2 weeks of laughing at his jokes in class, how he would pull a little prank, how he would know how to get me to start ranting about something, I didn’t think twice about it. He then started to sit with me in the library, and distract me from doing work. Later on, he and I would go out near the black lake where I once sat alone, I read to him the stories I held so deep to my heart. He would grasp every word of it.

It was inevitable, but after a while, I started to hang out with the others too. Remus and I would revise together, James would pull me into small pranks, and I would help Peter understand some of the charms he couldn’t do.

I tried not to think about the things I would feel when I saw Sirius. How I wanted to mess up his hair just a little bit because it was too perfect. How his laughter gave me a feeling of happiness that spread to my mouth that made me smile and laugh like an idiot. How I would think about the way that his muscles moved when he practiced quidditch with James, how his face looked chiseled by the gods.

I was back in the Gryffindor common room, trying to finish as much work as I could before I realized that the common room was empty, looking up at the clock to see the hands read 3:30 in the morning. I was about to gather my things to head to my dorm and call it a night when I heard the door to the common room open. Turning around, I didn’t see anyone there, yet the door started to close on its own, the fat lady fast asleep. Before I can even process it, I hear a thump near the fireplace, and all of the sudden see Sirius on the floor, a cloak next to him. Before I can even question it, I see the scarlet red that trails on his white shirt, I felt my eyes open wide as I rush to him, my legs forming a mind of their own.

“Sirius?”

He looks up at me, “y/n.. I-“ he's cut off with a hiss of pain escaping his mouth as the blood trails down.

“Take off your shirt so I can see”

“Isn’t that a bold request” he forces a teasing smile.

“Your a wanker” I say trying not to laugh, my heart still racing. “You know what I mean”

He lifts the white shirt, if it weren’t for the gash on his torso, I could have been easily distracted by the way that his muscles moved. The way that the low light of the fireplace reflected off his skin, the way that his skin glowed from a slight sheen of sweat.

“Stay here, ill be right back,” I say getting up, he grabbed my hand before I could move.

“You can't get any help,” he said, his voice laced with panic.

“It's ok, I have some bandages in my dorm,” I said. I rushed up to my trunk and grabbed what I needed, my mother always made sure I was prepared and was eager to teach me everything she could about her work. I rushed back to the common room, kneeling next to him. My fingers slightly shaking from the initial shock. The scratch was deep, so I started to work on some charms that my mother had taught me. Sirius was laying down on his elbows. After healing the wound as much as I could, I grabbed a small towel, drowning it in water, and brushing it lightly on his dark red blood now rusting slightly on him.

“How do you know all that?” He asked, I hadn’t noticed him looking at me.

“My mum” I answered wrapping him up in bandages. “How does it feel?” I asked

“Loads better” he answered.

“You better get some rest, take the bandage off tomorrow in the morning, if it hasn’t healed completely tell me,” I said, “did you lose a lot of blood?” I asked starting to examine him to see if he was paler than usual”

“I'm ok y/n, thank you,” he said, “aren’t you gonna ask me why I was butchered, or why I'm out at 3 in the morning?” He asked.

“If you want to tell me, id be glad to hear it, but it's non of my business” I answered honestly, he looked at me relieved, “thank you, it's not really my secret to tell”. He was sitting up a lot straighter.

“I get it,” I said sincerely.

“Why are you up so late?” He asked.

“I was just working a bit, got carried away. I was on my way to my dorm when you stumbled in” I smiled.

“Yeah, sorry bout that”

“It's nothing, my mum would probably thank you for giving some medical practice” I joke.

“Glad to help. It's hypnotizing seeing you so focused.” He said

I laid in my bed that night, feeling guilt for knowing that I got so close to the flame I promised myself I wouldn’t touch, yet also feeling a sense of relief that he was ok.

The next morning I sat in the morning, not being able to help myself, wanting to know how he was. He came downstairs, the look of surprise evident in his eyes at seeing me waiting for him.

“Y/n,” he said.

“Hey, sorry, I just wanted to know if you were ok”

“Yeah, It's healed” he answered making sure only I could hear him.

“That’s good… well I just… I just wanted to make sure”

“Thank you again,” he said, taking a step closer.

His eyes were piercing right through me, his hand hovering slightly over mine. I leaned up and kissed him, my hand over his jaw, my lips on his, my tongue tasting him like a drug I never knew I was sober from. His lips welcoming me, I snapped back into reality and pulled away, his eyes still close leaning in my direction.

“I'm sorry… I … sorry” was all I could spit out, I made my way back to my dorm feeling like a fool for thinking that a guy like Sirius would like me, that he regarded me any more different than the other girls that touched those same lips. I had been stupid, I had burned my house I worked so hard to protect, on that flame yet what scared me was that I would do it again. His hand grabbed my wrist. before I knew it, those lips met mine again, but this time they were prepared. He pulled apart just enough to speak.

“I want you y/n”

“You already have me”

I couldn’t even think about how stupid I was being, how cheesy this all was, because when his hands lingered on my waist as his lips enraptured me all thoughts and common sense went out the window. Up in his dormitory he closed the door, we both knew everyone would be in lessons. My hands tangled in his hair finally getting a chance to mess it up. His hands sliding my shirt off as he unclipped my bra, and I took his shirt off, and he pulled down my skirt, I slipped out of my shoes. For a moment he looked at me, revealed for him, exposed.

“My merlin you’re even more gorgeous than I thought,” he said breathlessly. I could feel myself blush, he started to massage my breasts, and I let out a moan. I unbuckled his belt and felt him hard for me. All this time I thought he was in control, yet he felt the same things I felt. I slipped a hand removing his trousers enough to relieve him a bit, he let out a low growl and I throbbed. He moved my panties, starting to draw circles on my clit making me unravel. I laid on his bed, pinned down beneath him, he stretched me out, and I let out a gasp of pleasure. His mouth began to play with my nipples, placing hickeys everywhere because I was his. I bit down a moan.

“Don't hold it back love, I wanna hear you scream” he said in my ear. His movements making the pleasure in my abdomen build-up, but I knew he would tell me when I could cum for him.

“Sirius” his name coming out of my lips like water.

“Cum for me darling”

[futurebicon]

Ring

For the people that asked for a proposal fic I was very much inspired.

Remus smiled as he watched Sirius shoot the puck with practiced ease. Skating across the ice more natural to him than walking.

The box in Remus’s pocket weighed 100 pounds. He was going to wait to do it, probably during practice, but now that he had the ring he physically couldn’t wait.

“Hey” Sirius skated over to the side of his rink. Kissing Remus. “When’d you get home?” He swung up to sit on the wooden barrier.

“A while ago. Was watching you for a long time.” That was a lie, but then again a run to the store for ice cream didn’t take over 30 minutes like buying a ring did.

Sirius hummed, kissing his lips again. “Like what you saw?” He wrapped his arms around his neck.

“Always” he kissed back.

“Wanna skate for a little?” Sirius asked.

Remus nodded and pulled away, walking over to get his skates on quickly.

“Is that my sweatshirt?” He asked, nodding at the crimson sweatshirt Sirius was wearing.

“Is that mine?” Sirius asked him.

Remus laughed knowing it was, in fact, Sirius’s.

Sirius hopped off and opened the gate. “Ready?”

Remus nodded, kissing Sirius as he stepped onto the ice.

They skated around for a while, racing each other and showing off their tricks.

Remus pulled Sirius against him, wrapping his arm around his waist as they laughed at Sirius’s failed attempt at figure skating.

“Marry me” Remus whispered, resting his forehead against Sirius’s.

“What?” Sirius pulled back in shock.

“I’m not kidding” Remus said reaching into his pocket and pulling out the ring box. “Marry me”

Sirius gasped. “God yes. Yes yes yes” he breathed out. Grabbing Remus’s face and kissing him firmly.

“I love you. I love you so, so much” Remus kissed him back, slipping the ring onto his finger.

“On va se marier” Sirius said, looking at the band.

“We’re getting married” Remus repeated.

Sirius jumped into his arms, knocking them both over.

“Watch the skates, watch the skates” Remus laughed out.

“Sorry” Sirius smiled, kissing every inch of Remus’s face.

“Oh my god. What do we tell the team” Sirius laughed.

“That we’re getting married?” Remus raised an eyebrow.

“Or we could just not tell them, see if they notice again”

“Baby, we could be walking down the aisle and they still wouldn’t get it”

“Do you have that little faith in them?”

“Yes”

“10 bucks they notice within a week”

“Easy 10 bucks, thank you” Remus kissed him.

"C'est en marche"

***

Sirius groaned as he looked in the mirror the next morning. Tilting his head to look at the many dark hickeys littering his neck.

“Remus” He whined.

“Sorry baby” Remus wrapped his arms around his waist, kissing the darkest one.

“No you’re not”

“I’m really not”

“The teams going to have a field day” Sirius groaned, leaning back into Remus’s chest.

“Just cover them up”

“I literally have to change and shower in front of them. There’s no point.”

***

James whistled as they got out of the car, James getting out of his. “Did you screw a vaccum?”

“Told you” Sirius rolled his eyes at Remus.

“Hi vaccum” James waved at Remus.

“Oh my god, go” Sirius pushed him towards the entrance of Hogwarts.

“I’m going, I’m going” he held up his hands in surrender and walked inside.

Sirius lost count of the amount of raised eyebrows and high fives he got. Each one earning an eye roll. He had a killer headache by the end of practice.

“Ready to go” Remus kissed him.

“Yep” Sirius grabbed his hand as they walked out of the arena, smiling as their rings knocked together. Sirius confessed to having one for a few months, unsure of how to ask him.

“Anyone notice?” Remus smirked.

“No, they were too focused on the suçons.” Sirius groaned.

Remus shrugged again.

“You probably planned that, didn’t you?” Sirius accused.

“Or, I was enjoying being with my fiancé in bed” Remus shot back.

“God I love that” Sirius beamed.

“Me too” Remus kissed him again before they separated to get into the car.

***

“The week is up” Remus told him. “Hand it over”

Sirius grumbled but pulled out a 10 dollar bill anyway.

“Thank you” he kissed him.

“Shut up” Sirius muttered.

“So know what?” Remus asked.

“That movie night is tomorrow. We can tell them there” Sirius suggested.

Remus nodded, “Perfect”

***

“How do we even do this? Like ‘Hey we’re engaged and you’re all stupid because we’ve been engaged for a week and I had to pay Remus 10 bucks because of your stupidity’” Sirius ran a hand through his hair as they sat in Dumos driveway.

Remus kisses him with a smirk. “Natalie and Lily will probably notice within the first hour”

***

They were all piled on furniture and floor. Blankets and pillows scattered everywhere as they argued over what movie to watch like they did everytime.

Just as Remus had predicted, Natalie kept glancing over at them suspiciously.

Eventually she slammed down her drink, causing everyone to go quiet. She climbed off of Kaseys lap and walked over to Sirius and Remus. Grabbing their hands and yanking them forward.

“Oww Natalie” Sirius exclaimed.

“Why didn’t you tell us” she punched their arms before attacking them in a hug.

“Oh my god” Lily connected the dots and jumped on them.

“Oww, okay okay. We can’t breathe” Remus laughed.

“Can someone explain please?” Kris asked. Everyone had confused looks on their faces.

Celeste was smiling brightly. “Congratulations”

“Thanks” Remus blushed lightly.

“Uh, we still don’t know what’s happening” Finn reminded them.

“We’re engaged” Sirius said. There was silence before cheers erupted around them.

5 hockey players tackled them to the ground. Effectively crushing every organ in their bodies.

“Oww, oww, get off” Sirius wheezed.

“Sorry. Sorry” they apologized.

“Wait when?” Dumo asked.

“Last week”

“LAST WEEK” everyone chorused.

“Why didn’t you tell us” Lily punched Remus’s arm.

“Sirius had full faith in the guys noticing and so we wanted to see if you would notice.” Remus explained.

“Why? We’re very unobservant.” Logan raises an eyebrow.

“That’s what I said” Remus laughed.

“Yeah thanks for that. I lost 10 bucks” Sirius grumbled.

“James, you’re being unusually quiet and you’re face is not helping” Dumo said.

James had the most shit-eating grin on his face. “Was it the day you came in with 20 hickeys?”

“Eww, stop” Dumo groaned as Remus and Sirius turned red. Everyone wolf whistled and cheered.

“I’m just saying” James shouted over the noise.

“What’s a hickey?” Ava asked Kris when it quieted down.

He glared at James who was trying not to laugh.

“Something you’re never allowed to have” he picked up his daughter.

The team laughed and finally started to watch the movie.

“Okay, but was it good. Because the amount of hick-”

“JAMES” Remus and Sirius exclaimed.

“I’M JUST ASKING”

@lumosinlove

[iliveiloveiwrite]

Deserving Better

Request: Can i request a Sirius Black x Reader ANGST fic, where Sirius and y/n are in a relationship (post-hogwarts like 4-5 years, they're 22/23 now and have their own jobs and places) and their relationship isn't like it once was, it's become toxic. He basically became too comfortable and started taking her for granted. He ignores her, flirts w other girls, basically just treats her like shit and refuses to acknowledge what he does wrong. You can decide the ending but major angst please 🥺 Ty! - @maradeuwu

A/N: I’ll be honest, I didn't know how to approach this, I’ve never written any major angst whatsoever so I can only hope I did okay and did your request justice. Flashback in bold. I’m pretty nervous about it, I don't know how its going to read at all. I spun it in a way that was empowering for the reader at the end. You’d have thought I’d have listened to angsty music through this - nope, Boyzone and Westlife.

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Warnings: toxic relationship, swearing, negative thoughts, mentions of emotional cheating, mentions of alcohol. Please don't read if this will trigger anything.

Word count: 1.8k

It had been a long day. It seemed that no matter what you did, the day was not going to end. It had been one of those days where all you wanted to do was fall into Sirius’ arms and have him kiss away all your worries. But something had changed in your relationship with Sirius and it wasn’t good. It was the kind of issue that left a pit of dread and worry eating away at your stomach and had doubt niggling away at the back of your mind.

You tried to ignore that little voice in the back of your mind that was suggesting that Sirius had found somewhere else to lay his affections, but at the end of the day, the evidence was there.

He had become withdrawn; wasn’t an open with his day anymore. He was waving you off more, refusing to spend time together. And any time spent together, he was either late to or when he did show, paying little attention to you. It usually ended with you going back to your own flat.

You bit your lip. 

Sirius didn’t care anymore; he simply didn’t care enough. But the hope inside you fed into your theory that it was something he was going through, something he would share with you when he was ready. The logical side of you, however, knew that something else was going on and did its best to smother the little flame of hope before it could turn into an inferno.

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The pub down the road from your flat always had your favourite wine in stock. It was where you always agreed to meet your friend, Clare. Clare was your dearest friend, having been so from your days at Hogwarts. It was to Clare that you could tell all your worries to.

Clare is already waiting when you enter the pub; two glasses of wine on the table. She was a saviour, you thought as you took off your coat.

She stands, kissing your cheek as you do the same. Pleasantries are exchanged quickly as if the two of you don’t speak multiple times a week.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I think something is wrong with Sirius.” You say, looking into the glass in your hand – wishing for more alcohol.

Clare scoffs, “What isn’t wrong with him?”

You stare at her, “What?”

“You need to leave Sirius.”

You freeze. Clare had always been blunt – to the point where it could hurt but she meant with your best intentions in mind.

“I’ve wanted to say something for ages. Honey, your relationship isn’t healthy. He flirts with other women in front of you! When we’ve had dinner, he ignores you or belittles you. It’s not on. You shouldn’t be accepting that in a relationship.”

It’s as if a bucket of cold water has been poured over you, and every starts to slip into place. Clare’s words forcing you to accept the realisation you had already come to.

You think back to an incident not even a month ago:

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You silently seethed as the waitress came over to your table for the fourth time in an hour. You paint a smile on your face as you tell her, “He’ll be here any moment, I’m sure of it.”

She nods at you, her facial expression turning from professional to pitying in one smooth move.

“Truly. He’ll be here in a min – Oh! Here he is now.” You shout, pointing to where Sirius had sauntered in.

He lazily makes his way towards the table, winking at the waitress as he drapes his coat across the back of his chair.

A blush covers the waitress face as she stutters through her greeting. You feel the familiar tendrils of rage making their way through your body before settling deep in your gut.

Sirius looks at you, the picture of innocence. As if he hasn’t left you waiting for an hour. “What will you be having, dear?”

That’s all – no apology, no grovelling, no kiss on the cheek, no excuse.

You don’t look at the waitress as you order, keeping your eyes on Sirius.

Sirius, on the other hand, can’t look away from the waitress as he orders. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he purrs as the waitress takes your menus.

You take a sip of the water in front of you; deciding against the wine early on. Sirius takes a sip of the amber liquid he had become so fond of.

“What’s the excuse this time?” You ask.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t belittle me. Why were you late Sirius? Why did you leave me waiting an hour?”

“Let’s not do this here.”

“Stop deflecting. Why were you late?”

He shrugs, “I just was.”

You snort into your glass, “If that’s how you’re going to play it.”

The dinner is eaten in a frosty silence; the gap that had been slowly growing between the two of you suddenly felt like a gaping void and you didn’t know how to make it across in one piece – you didn’t know if you wanted to make it across.

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You remember thinking that evening that a relationship shouldn’t be this much work; that it should be on equal footing with effort coming from both parties. You remembered how you forgave him on the way back to his flat as he pressed open mouthed kisses to your shoulder, your neck – apology kisses, he called them. You remembered sitting awake in his living room as you came to the realisation that something was wrong in your relationship with Sirius. You remembered the feeling that cut deep within your chest as your heart broke in two.

You turn to Clare, whispering, “Something isn’t right, and it hasn’t been for a long time.”

Clare shakes her head, her expression full of sympathy, “I’m sorry, honey. I know how much you love him. You have since you were 15.”

“I have. I’ve loved him since I was 15 years old, and I know he loved me in the beginning. I wonder where it went wrong…”

Clare points her finger at you, stating firmly, “You better not believe it was something you did.”

“I could have put more effort in, Clare.”

“But so could he. And are you the one flirting with other women?”

You shake your head; you had always been faithful to Sirius. He was the only man you had ever been with.

“Exactly. Honey, it isn’t healthy.”

You nod, knowing that the relationship was coming to an end.

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You take a deep breath when you reach his flat, steeling yourself for the conversation you had been rehearsing in your head the moment you had left Clare at the pub with a kiss to her cheek and a promise of phone call later.

Entering the flat, you find Sirius sitting in the living room, flicking through one of his many books. He doesn’t even look up as you enter the room, simply continuing to read.

And its then that you realise how badly you’ve been treated for a long time, and you had let him get away with it. He would always distract you with his lips, his hands, his words. Anything to deflect your attention from the issue at the hand – your relationship.

Anger swells within you; at him and at yourself. How you had let yourself be treated like shit for so long. You had given him your heart and he had stomped all over it.

“I’m leaving you.” You announce. Simply, clearly – so he doesn’t misunderstand.

“What?” He asks, not looking up. His voice airy, as if he didn’t even hear you.

“I’m leaving you. I don’t want to be in a relationship with you anymore.”

“What? Why?” Sirius finally looks up, takes in your stance, your angry face and connects the dots. His relationship with you was ending.

“Why!?” You shout. “You treat me like dirt – you ignore me, you belittle me. You flirt with other women when I’m right there. Would you like me to go on or have you heard enough?”

He shakes his head, as if he doesn’t accept the words coming out of your mouth.

“I am done. We are done.” You declare.

“But you love me.” Sirius states, as if it’s the plainest thing in the world, as if its enough to repair a relationship this broken.

You laugh, “I did once. I would have done anything for you, and you knew that, and you took advantage of it. Sirius, I don’t think you love me anymore and I won’t beg for it.”

His mouth opens and shuts a few times, struggling for the words he wants to say.

“Don’t. Don’t hurt yourself further. I’m just here to grab my things and I’m gone.”

You leave Sirius standing in the living room, looking whiplashed. He hadn’t expected this; he never expected this. He didn’t realise how badly he had been treating you – sure, he had been late for a few dates and always flirted a little with the waitresses, but he never thought he was neglecting you. He didn’t want you to leave. He’s loved you since he was fifteen years old. You couldn’t leave him.

You grab one of the overnight bags you had left here, throwing it onto the bed as you gather your belongings from the drawers and bathroom.

Sirius follows you into the bedroom, watching in disbelief as you pack your things. “Don’t leave me,” he pleads. His mind has gone into overdrive at the sight of you packing your clothes… packing everything. You were washing your hands of him and he didn’t know what to do. He was panicking; he wanted you to stay with him.

“Why shouldn’t I? Sirius you have given me no reason to stay.”

“I’ll do better, I’ll be better.” He promises emptily, his voice shaking.

“You know, I bet you would for the first month or so. You would do better but then the minute you aren’t scared of me leaving, you’ll fall back into your old habits.”

“I won’t, I promise. I’ll do better, I’ll show up on time for dates, I’ll stop flirting with waitresses. I don’t know what else you want me to do.”

“That isn’t good enough, Sirius. Your words aren’t good enough anymore. The damage is done and I have to protect my heart.” You shout, hauling your overnight bag from the bed, stalking to the front door.

Sirius follows your every step, pleading and begging you every step for you not to leave him. It’s been you and him for so long, for so so long. What would he do without you? You’re his everything.

“Who’s going to love you as much I do?” He spits, in an attempt to hurt you deeply. He knew he was being nasty; he didn’t quite believe it himself as the words left his mouth but as he watched you open his front door; he knew that you’d do just fine without him. It would be him to be the one to suffer.

You turn to him, your hand on the door handle, “I am, Sirius.”

You leave, shutting the door behind you. No looking back.

*******

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[imaginejamesandsirius]

Can we get like. A pirate AU where James is the captain of a ship and Sirius is like a Private in the Navy on a ship that James's crew attacks. But instead of killing Sirius James is like 👀 and Sirius joins the crew and they're in love❤️❤️?? You are doing gods work carrying this rarepair on your back.

((A/N: Warning for mentions of slave trade and past child abuse)) 

Sirius knew that he could've thought through his escape plan a little better, but he'd been desperate to get away from his family, by whatever means necessary. He needed to do something that they couldn't pull him back from. Joining the military had been the easiest, most solid answer that he'd been able to come up with. It was bad for their image if they pulled him out of that, but they could do it. Their reach was long and powerful, and Sirius knew that. Military wouldn't just be enough; he needed to get away. 

So he joined the navy. Sailors spent all their time on ships, hardly ever in port. With no war on, they didn't even fight. They were little more than guards to merchant ships carrying valuable cargo, and Sirius didn't mind that at all. 

He sort of minded being told what to do all the time, but he figure out that the better he got at his job, the less he was ordered around; there was no point in telling him what to do if he was already doing it, after all. 

He kind of hated his fellow crewmates, but that wasn't a surprise. Sirius didn't get on with other people, and he was still content to be away from his parents. 

Sirius wouldn't describe himself as being happy with his new life, but he'd never been very happy to begin with, so it was no real loss. He knew that freedom was a dream that could never be attained. He'd been born into a prestigious family, and while he'd reaped the rewards, he wasn't willing to deal with the consequences. His father had called him spoiled, and his mother had said he was being ungrateful. The truth was that Sirius was plenty grateful for what he'd had growing up, but not who he'd had it with. 

He hadn't been a part of the navy for a full year when it ended. He'd always thought that if he was pulled out of service, it would be because his parents yanked him out, or maybe that he finally lost his temper and assaulted a superior officer. In a way, the latter is what happened. He just... didn't get discharged for it because there were bigger events at work. 

Pirates attacked them, and that was around the time that Sirius learned the 'valuable cargo' they were guarding were slaves-- it suddenly made sense why a single ship had needed an escort, but it didn't make it any less reprehensible. They were under attack and the chances of any of them making it out of this were slim, so Sirius figured it was well within his rights to be the shite out of his captain. 

Whether it was considered improper conduct or not-- which, to be clear, it definitely was-- Sirius was rounded up with the rest of the sailors that still lived when the attack was over. The worst they'd do was kill him; pirates didn't have time to be inventive torturers, and any way they could kill him would be quick. Even the more frightening ideas would only last for a couple hours before he died. That being said, he didn't want to die. He rather liked living. They were on their knees, waiting for the verdict as the pirates deliberated. 

He could hear one of the pirates talking to his captain, but he couldn't hear what was being said. All he knew that was one second, they were talking, and the next, the captain was squat down in front of Sirius, peering at him curiously. Sirius met his gaze evenly. "You're not like the others," the captain said. "What's your name, love?" 

Pirates were weird. Who called someone 'love' before killing them? "I'm pretty sure you don't need to know someone's name to kill them." 

"Who said anything about killing you? I know I didn't. What's your name?" he asked again. 

Sirius didn't have a good reason for why he refused to answer. Best he could figure was that he just didn't like being told what to do, and if he was about to die, there was point in being accommodating. This pirate captain could say as much as he wanted that he didn't plan on killing Sirius, but he knew that pirates didn't take prisoners; it simply wasn't feasible. He didn't want to answer, so he just stared into the captain's eyes and raised an eyebrow; if there was one thing he was good at, it was being annoying. According to Regulus, at least, but he had plenty of evidence to back up that claim. 

After twenty seconds or so, one of the other sailors next to him muttered, "For fuck's sake," before saying, loud enough that the captain could hear him, "Sirius Black. His name's Sirius Black." It was one of the lieutenants, which meant that he'd almost certainly known about the slaves in the merchant ship.  

Sirius had the urge to kick him, but he couldn't do it without falling over, what with his hands tied behind his back and all. He settled for glaring at the man. He didn't turn his head quickly enough to catch the spark of realisation in the captain's eyes. 

Instead of the pirate captain saying anything about his family or the hefty ransom he could try to get for giving them back Sirius, he just said, "Like the star." Then his gaze slid over to the lieutenant and down to his shoulder where his rank was displayed, and his face hardened. He looked back at Sirius, his expression clearing again. "Moony?" he said, pointing at the lieutenant. 

The next second, there was a sword sticking out of his chest and he made a horrible gurgling sound. Sirius flinched, and he wasn't the only one. The sword pulled back out, and he fell, lifeless and face first, on the deck. 

"Don't worry, Sirius Black," the captain said quietly, like this was something just for the two of them, "that's not going to happen to you." 

Sirius clenched his jaw. It wasn't the reassurance the captain wanted it to be. Going back to his parents and that sodding house was nothing short of a nightmare. 

All the same, the captain was true to his word, and Sirius wasn't killed. The same couldn't be said for the rest of his crewmates, but a few of them did live to see the next day. 

None of them were prisoners, and that was as strange as everything else about this had been. It made sense that they wouldn't have jailcells, but it didn't make sense that they let them roam free. That just wasn't safe. And it certainly didn't help that Sirius had no idea why he hadn't been killed. The captain had been dead by the time the battle ended-- and it had been a short lived battle-- and the rest of the higher ranked officers had been killed. All that was left of the original crew was Sirius and a handful of other privates. Did the pirates think they were harmless because they were new? But that theory didn't hold because from what Sirius had seen, these pirates weren't stupid. They had a reason for keeping these particular crewmen alive, and he wished he knew what it was. Sirius? He was obvious. Ransom, a grateful reward for transferring him safely, whatever they went with, that was smart. The rest of the privates didn't have those sorts of family connections, though. 

Sirius had never liked being idle, and when he had more reason to be cowed, he had a tendency to act out-- or, as Regulus always said, act stupid. As far as stupid ideas went, this was harmless. He went on deck, and when he saw someone struggling to keep hold of the rope and get down where they needed to tie it off, he went over and said, "Want a hand?" 

"Tie this off," they said, tossing the slack rope down to him. After he did, they gave it an experimental tug, then hopped down. "You must be Sirius," they said with a grin. 

He blinked. "How d'you know that?" He hadn't met any of the pirate crew, and he certainly hadn't been introduced to them. 

"You're not on our crew, and James only cared to mention one of our passengers to me. I believe the phrase he used was 'devilishly handsome'." Now that they were closer, Sirius could make out all the freckles dotting across pale skin. He guessed that some people tanned, and other people just freckled. He caught sight of coppery red hair tucked under their hat, and that explained the resilient paleness, at least. 

Sirius blinked some more. "Who's James?" 

Their grin widened. "He must really be in it if he forgot to introduce himself. He's the captain. I'm Lily. Normally, I would follow that up by saying that I'm available to someone like you, but I think James would get pissed with me if I even thought of stealing you out from under him." 

"I'm supposed to think fondly of someone that kidnapped me?" Sirius said with a snort. "He'll be waiting a long time for that to happen." 

Lily raised an eyebrow at him. "We kidnapped you? That's news to me. The way I see it, we saved your life. You would've been around slavers for years before they realised you weren't one of them. When that day came, they would've killed you." 

"I find it hard to be grateful when I'm about to be delivered into the hands of my family," he said, even though he was grateful for the save; the Navy crew would've tossed him overboard. 

"You don't miss them?" 

"Not one bit," he said immediately. 

She hummed, then glanced out at the ocean. "If you're going to be up here, you might as well help me. C'mon." 

*

"You did what?" James asked, staring at her, dumbfounded. 

Lily rolled her eyes. "It's not like I went into his cabin and pulled him out with my feminine wiles. And, in case you forgot, you never introduced yourself to him. He asked questions and I answered them. I wouldn't be surprised if he confronted you about it tomorrow," she said with a sly smile. She liked to meddle. Normally, James thought it was funny, but that was because normally he wasn't involved. It was so much easier to find her funny when it didn't effect him. 

"Please tell me you're joking." 

"Why would I joke about something like this?" Lily asked innocently. 

James narrowed his eyes at her. He couldn't tell if it was genuine innocence or if she was faking. Knowing her, it could easily be either one. "You did not tell him that I thought he was cute. Right? Lily, tell me. I need to hear these words from your mouth, right now." 

She cocked her head. When she had her hair down, it did a fair job of distracting him from the point. With her hair tied back though, James was not so easily deterred. "I thought you told me to stop lying to you." Definitely fake innocence. 

"You are such a pain in the arse. Why do I keep you around?" 

"Because I'm your second best swordsman." She crossed her arms and leaned forward. "Man to man, James. What're you planning on doing with the privates from that ship? We aren't going the direction we do to drop people off. We're going straight to the free colonies." 

He looked at her for a moment, debating if he wanted to tell her or not. Eventually, he settled on not. There was a certain amount of push back he was willing to deal with, but it would be more than that if he told her the truth. "It doesn't matter what order we do it in, Lils. It's the same end result. I'll see you in the morning," he said, heading to his cabin. 

*

As Lily had predicted, Sirius came up to him the next morning. It's what woke him up, actually, which meant he wasn't fully dressed when he stumbled to the door. 

"What?" 

Sirius's eyes tracked over him before flickering back up to his face. It was, admittedly, gratifying, but it didn't explain why he was here so early instead of waiting until after they'd gotten some food in them. "You have some questions to answer." 

"Do I?" James asked, rubbing one hand tiredly over his face. 

"Am I prisoner?" 

"What? No, of course not." 

"Then where are you taking us?" 

"You'll see when we get there," he said grumpily, then he shut the door. He was not a morning person, and what he hated even more was getting woken up before he was ready. If it was an emergency, that was one thing, but this was decidedly not an emergency. 

It took him about thirty more minutes of being awake to realise that he'd been an arse to the bloke he wanted to impress. Wonderful. He meant to apologise the next time he saw him, but Sirius glared at him before he could get close, and he figured some time to cool down might do him good. 

*

James had made mistakes. In life, generally, but specifically he meant today. The way he'd started his day with Sirius had been getting off on the wrong foot, and it had only gotten worse as time passed. Sirius knew how to hold a grudge, that's for sure. 

As much as James would like to say that it was an annoying aspect of someone growing up rich, he liked it. Sirius was bloody fit, and no amount of him glaring at James changed that opinion. In fact, he thought it might've made it worse. His crew respected him, and he was friendly, so there was a decent amount of smiling. As captain, his word was final, so there was a certain amount of distance. Even Remus and Lily, his closest friends, knew that there was a limit to how far they could push him. But Sirius didn't care; he didn't care in a way that didn't take away from James's authority, so it's not like anything had to be done. James had double-checked by telling him to do something, and all Sirius had done was nod and go off to do it. In hindsight, not his best idea, but at least he knew that he didn't have to turn on captain mode with him. 

James was full of bad decisions, but he couldn't get himself to stop. He looked at Sirius, caught sight of his jaw or his thick black hair or his piercing grey eyes, and all rational thought left him. Sirius was hardly the most experienced sailor that James had met, but his competence was hot. He had big hands and he knew exactly how to use them. James knew that getting hot and bothered over one of his crewmen was a recipe for disaster, but he looked at Sirius and he wanted. He didn't know how to turn it off, and he wasn't sure he would even if he did know how. Fancying Sirius put a fire in his stomach that made him feel alive, like a reminder of all the things he loved in life. 

After dinner, James was manning the wheel while Peter got ready for his night shift, and that was when Sirius approached him. He tried not to show how surprised he was, but he wasn't very successful. 

Sirius didn't say hello or give any lead up. He just stomped over to him and said, "You're giving me back to my family, aren't you?" 

"That was the plan," James said, even though he didn't want to and he normally wouldn't have bothered. If anyone asked-- and people had requested it before-- he told them that he couldn't risk it. Which was the truth. He wasn't putting his ship and his entire crew at risk to deliver someone right to their doorstep. Hell, even with Sirius, he wasn't bringing him all the way; he'd never make it back out if he did that. 

"Is there-" Sirius swallowed thickly "-something I can do to change your mind?" 

James blinked at him. Every point of Sirius's posture screamed that he was uncomfortable, but it sounded like he was propositioning James. And this, Lily, is why you should keep your big mouth shut, he thought. "I'd have thought that you wanted to go home," James said, ignoring what Sirius was attempting to offer. "Most people do." Even the people that no longer had homes. It wasn't something they could attain, but they wanted it all the same. It honestly hadn't occurred to him that Sirius might not want to go back. 

The ship gave a long heave, and James braced his foot on the bottom of the railing. Next to him, Sirius put his hand on the bannister, moving easily with the motion of the larger waves. 

"Do you not want to?" James asked. 

"I'd rather die," Sirius said, his answer plain enough that James knew it was true. 

"Then we won't bring you back," he said easily. "Was that all you needed?" The unease was gone from Sirius's posture now, but there was no chance that he wanted to stick around and chat with James. That being said, all he wanted was for Sirius to want to stay and talk to him. Talk on the deck, in the dying light of the sun, and feel like he was falling in love all over again. He didn't expect it though. He knew that Sirius would probably say yes and then leave. 

"Yes," Sirius said, but he didn't leave. He didn't say anything further, not yet at least. He just stayed there, looking at James. 

He'd always thought that he was pretty good at reading people, but Sirius's expression couldn't be described as anything other than closed off. 

Sirius stayed there for several minutes, only leaving when Peter started making his way up the steps to relieve James. As he left, James was struck with the feeling that something important had transpired. Hell if he knew just what it was that had happened, though. 

*

James's interest in Sirius had never been a secret onboard, and not just because Lily had told Sirius flat out that James fancied him. James always let his eyes linger too long, and the frequency with which his eyes strayed to Sirius made it quite obvious. 

What came as a shock to everyone was when Sirius started returning that interest. It wasn't in any way that was as obvious as James's feelings, but it was there. No one was more surprised by it than James, to the point that even when Sirius was kissing him desperately and grabbing at bare skin, he almost didn't believe that it was happening. 

"You like me," James said wondrously. It could've been a dream. He would've been convinced that it was a dream, actually, if not for the little details that dreams never contained. The swollen lips, the too-dry hands, and the fact that there was no amount of practice that made snogging someone new on a ship easier than doing it on land. Until they learned to move together, there was going to be a certain amount of awkwardness that they had to deal with. 

Sirius grinned at him, happy and utterly unashamed. "What gave it away?" 

"You used to hate me," James said, as if Sirius hadn't said anything. 

"I didn't hate you," he denied, tugging James a little closer. 

"It felt that way to me," James said. He wasn't judging. He'd killed a lot of people that Sirius had worked with during their rescue. 

"I thought you were going to send me back to my parents," Sirius said, rolling his eyes. "And you were acting like a total arse by ignoring me and acting like you were better than me." 

"What if I am better than you?" he asked curiously. 

"Don't worry. You're not." 

James laughed, and then Sirius was kissing him, and thoughts about Sirius having hated him at one time was far from his mind. Even if he was right and Sirius had at one time hated him, it was a thing of the past, now. 

*

"Potter!" 

"Which one?" Sirius called down, leaning out from his perch with a shit eating grin. He wasn't holding onto the wood with his hands right now. He was prevented from falling only by his legs wrapped around the nest and linked together, and with the way he was hanging, it made his thin shirt cling to the taut muscles in his abdomen. From where he was standing, James could see a patch of familiar tanned skin because of the way his shirt fell. The spyglass he'd been using dangled from one hand as if carelessly, but they all knew he had a firm hold on it. James looked up at him and could only think of how much he loved him. 

"You know damn well I meant the captain," Remus yelled back. 

"Then just say captain!" Lily said from the front of the ship where she was looking through her own spyglass. "We do this every time!" 

The crew amongst all of them laughed to themselves as they went about their jobs. 

"You bloody well know why," Remus groused. 

"Did you actually need something, mate?" James asked, even though he was always amused by these conversations-- and had been since the very beginning, when him and Sirius had gotten married. He continued working on strapping his sword on; they were preparing for a battle, after all. 

"We're running low on gun powder. Unless you want to buy more from Rosmerta the next time we're in her bay, but there's no point when they should have plenty." 

"We'll check on what they have and see how much cargo space we have available," James said. Fresh water was of the highest priority, of course, and it took up most of their space below deck. That they had to plan for any people they rescued didn't make it easier. The fact was that they didn't often fight in a manner that required gun powder, but if Moony requested it, then he'd check. Plus Rosmerta's blend was more powerful than what the British Navy carried, so sometimes it wasn't worth getting it for free. 

Sirius winked when James glanced up at him again, then pulled himself to a normal sitting position. 

"How's it look up there?" James asked Lily. 

"Looks to be a barge, Captain." she said. 

"Sirius?" he checked. 

"Not seeing anyone guarding them." 

"This'll be easy. Like finding rum in a pub," Remus said, and James couldn't help but agree. Stealing from the government, even when the ship in question wasn't running slaves, wasn't exactly something he would lose sleep over. And, he thought with another glance up at his husband, there was no one else he'd rather be doing this with. 

[write-your-story-among-the-stars]

blackinnon fluff instead of studying-

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There was a girl beside him. She had the softest blonde hair, the deepest blue eyes and he loved her. She leaned against his shoulder soaking up his warmth and he felt like the luckiest man in the world. This gorgeous star had bestowed her grace upon him and he didn’t know what he’d done to deserve it. She hummed softly and he smiled the smallest of smiles. It was just perfect. He could stay like this forever. She shifted and his heart stopped. Was she leaving? Would his heart be broken that easily? Only she leaned in, closing the inch of distance between them. Bringing her lips-

“Oi! Oi Sirius!”

“Yeah?”, he blinked.

“Where’d you fly off to?”

“Eh? Nowhere, don’t be daft Prongs”

James shrugged and went back to wolfing down his meal. Sirius didn’t know what just happened. But it couldn’t be anything good. He heard the clicking of heels down the halls and stood up quickly which raised a few brows. He had to leave. He had to leave now. If he saw Marlene right about now, he might actually die.

“Sirius… you okay?” inquired Moony, incredibly concerned.

“Yeah, don’t worry. Just going out for some fresh air”

“Be right back” and he rushed out of the room just as the woman he dreamed about entered.

“Sirius love you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost” came Marlene’s honeyed voice

“Of course, I’m alright. Why wouldn’t I be? I have to go”

“I..” she began to speak but he was already gone.

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Sirius was losing his mind. That was the only reasonable explanation. Why else would he be dreaming about being in loveespecially with Marlene McKinnon? This wasn’t normal and he didn’t know what to do. He banged his head against his knees letting out a terrifying groan.

“Oh God. Sirius are you okay?” snuck up Lily

“You know what, No. I’m not okay and I’m thinking something I shouldn’t be thinking at all because it would ruin everything” he panicked

“Ok love, calm down” Lily comforted, “Let’s take this one step at a time”

“Start from the beginning”

“I had a daydream. There was this girl and- and she was in my arms and I was hugging her. You know I’m not a hugger especially with girls, I’m a womanizer you know it.”

Lily gave him a worried look but he powered on.

“And well, I was in love with this girl and I was incredibly happy and then she was leaning in to kiss me when your oaf of a boyfriend shook me out of it”

Lily held back an eye roll at James’ idiocy and said,

“Did you see what she looked like?”

Sirius wouldn’t meet her eyes, looking anywhere but at her. Her stomach sank, assuming the worst.

“Sirius I-

“No, Lily it wasn’t you don’t worry. Not that you’re not jaw droppingly gorgeous but you’re more my sister”

“Oh, thank God. I didn’t want to break your heart”

“Bahahaha- well good then”

“Who is it? I know you know so just come right out and say it”

“I- well… she was blonde” he said, messing up his hair because he knew Lily was smart enough to connect the dots.

“OH GODS. SIRIUS ORION BLACK YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH MARLENE”

“Say it a little louder why don’t you”

“Sirius this is wonderful. Oh, you would be adorable together. Oh, you have to tell her”

“Excuse me???”

“What…”

“She can’t know, she’ll hate me forever”

“Sirius that is not true- “

“Yes, it is end of discussion. I’m not saying anything and neither are you. Especially to James or Marlene. You have to promise me”

“I- of course but just for the record I think you’re wrong.”

“Darling, even if I was wrong and she did like me that way. Your boyfriend, my best mate also known as the man who’s practically her brother would slaughter me if he knew what was going on in my head”

“I know him Sirius and he’d be thrilled for you. It’s not often you feel like this you know”

“Agree to disagree”, he shrugged.

“Fine, I have DADA. I’ll see you later”

“See ya”

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Lily couldn’t believe how ridiculous Sirius was being. How could he not know how Marlene felt?

How exactly did he miss all the times she stared at him with so much desire on her face, when she thought no one was looking? Marlene McKinnon was smitten and there was no questioning it.

She couldn’t take it any longer. She had to talk to Marlene. She wouldn’t betray Sirius of course not. She’d just get Marlene to confess. She was already acing Defence. Cutting one class wouldn’t kill her.

And so, Lily Evans began her search for her best friend, ready to play matchmaker for two people she loved incredibly much. As she searched through the halls someone ran up and hugged her from behind. She froze instantly thinking it was Mulciber, only relaxing when she saw well-manicured hands and incredibly tanned arms.

“Ms. McKinnon you nearly gave me a heart attack”

“I’m sorry but I needed a hug”

“Hon, what’s wrong?”

“Sirius…”

Lily nearly squealed

“Oh? What happened?” trying and failing to be as nonchalant as possible

“Nothing- Wait why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what” Lily said, feigning innocence

“Like you know some things I don’t and that I would appreciate knowing”

“Oh you have no idea”

Marlene began to speak but she cut her off,

“I can’t. I’d be breaking a promise, even if it was for a good cause”

“Uhuh…” Marlene was suspicious and that wasn’t good. At all.

“Okay come on I need to talk to you somewhere private”

She took her friend’s hand and dragged her to the dorms.

“Alright just answer me. No games.”

Marlene just stared at her, mouth slightly open, confused to say the least.

“Do you like Sirius Black?”

“What???!! No of course not” she tried for disgust but failed. Epically.

“Right. I definitely asked the wrong question”

“Do you, Marlene Leigh McKinnon, love Sirius Orion Black?”

Marlene was silent and she had her answer.

“OH, GODS MARLENE THIS IS AMAZING”

“Hush!! Someone will hear you”

“Marlene this is wonderful. You need to tell him”

“WHAT??!! Are you insane? Why would I tell an absolutely hot womanizer that I’m in love with him? I love him too much and I couldn’t bear just a shag and for it to be done.”

“Oh, trust me. That is definitely not what would happen. Trust me”

“Lil, you know I love you but how the fuck do I just go up to him and just tell him that I love him when we haven’t even everthought about going out- at least not me, not before now.”

“Marlene please listen to me. Do it. Tell him. Don’t do it randomly. Sit him down, talk, be you and then you tell him. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

“Lily, I- I can’t”

“Yes, you can and trust me when I say you’ll love what happens after”

“Why don’t you just tell me?”

“Because I want you to see for yourself”

“Ugh, how long have you known by the way?”

“Too long”

“And you never said anything?”

“It wasn’t my place but it is now because I know something good”

“Ok ok, you don’t have to sell me any longer I said I’d do it”

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Sirius let out a smoke ring as Remus finished his Arithmancy paper. Remus looked up at the ring, his mind turning. Sirius only made rings when he was really truly pre-occupied and he had a feeling he knew what was on his mate’s mind.

“Hey Sirius?” he said closing his books.

“Hmm”

“I have a question”

“Fire away”

“What would you do if Marlene McKinnon came in through that door and told you she loved you?”

“I- what? Why are you asking that? What did Lily tell you?”

“Aha! Suspicions confirmed”

“Fuck, you know”

“It’s clear as day anytime she’s in the same bloody room as you. And this morning? When you nearly had a panic attack when she called you ‘love’ and you ran out like a dog was chasing you? Kinda hard to miss the signs man. Don’t know how she hasn’t seen it yet, being the smartest witch our age”

“Fuck fuck fuck. Does James know?”

“No, he’s blind as a bat that one” Remus snorted

“Mate you can’t tell anyone. Least of all James, he’ll pummel me into the ground”

“I won’t, don’t worry. But just for the record, she loves you too”

“Yeah right. How could she love someone like me? I’m a Black and a disowned one at that and not to mention, I’m also a complete fucking mess”

“Mate you have no idea”, he stood up going to stretch his legs.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going??”

“A walk” he shrugged.

“I- after you just did that you’re going for a bloody walk”

“I didn’t do anything. Besides you need to be alone with your thoughts for a while.”

Sirius gave up and fell back.

The door clicked as Remus went out and he was all alone. Or so he thought. Because at that very moment Marlene McKinnon was climbing down the stairs when she saw him and froze in place. Staring at him and him doing the same.

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“Uh- hi” attempted Marlene

“Heyyy, what’re you doing up here?”

“Cutting Defence because it’s a pain in the ass”

Sirius chuckled and the hair on her neck rose. How could one man be so attractive that Marlene felt she couldn’t breathe if she looked at him any longer? This was her moment, she knew it, but looking at him, in all his rebellious glory. She couldn’t. So, she tried to run but Sirius grabbed on.

“Marl, do you mind if I talk to you for a second?”

Her heart pounded so fast it was a wonder he couldn’t hear it. She nodded and followed him to the fireplace. It was one of her favourite places, always giving her a sense of peace when she couldn’t breathe but not right now. All she could think of was that Sirius had never been that serious (yes, she saw the pun, no, she didn’t give a fuck).

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah- well… no”

Marlene was practically shaking. This was too much. This was too intimate. She would crumble and have her heart broken if she didn’t leave but no matter how much she wanted to her body wouldn’t listen, forcing her to sit in her panic.

“Marl I have to tell you something and you have to promise not to kill me once you hear it”

Marlene swallowed,

“I’ll try not to”

“I love you”

Her world stopped. This couldn’t really be happening. She was just having a dream that seemed very very real.

“Marlene for Merlin’s sake say something or I’m gonna go mad over here”

She turned suddenly, crashing her lips onto his. All her words going into the movement of her tongue against his. It was fire. It was oblivion. It was Armageddon. It was everything she had dreamed it to be. They sunk right into the kiss. Years of desire and yearning coming out in a single moment. They were the only two people in the world and each other’s lips was the only thing that mattered. They broke apart. Gasping for air.

Marlene looked at Sirius and pinched her arm.

“You’re not dreaming, you know,” he smiled

“I had to check. You truly love me?”

“Truly, madly, deeply I’m afraid”

“You know I love you, too right?”

“I do now”

“Sirius, I love you so much. You need to know. There aren’t enough words in the world to describe how I feel about you”

Sirius bowed his head, hiding the tears in his eyes that inched down his face. She lifted his face and brought her lips to his. Slow, soft, full of the pure tender love she had for him. She pulled away, whispering

“You’re my eternal star”

He grabbed onto her and kissed her like it was the last kiss of his life. They were a flame together and they would never stop burning. He pulled away, their faces touching and there she was. His Marlene.

His sea.

He kissed her head as she held onto him, silently swearing never to let go.

“This doesn’t feel real”

“I know love”

“How long?”

“One minute in on the Express”

“NO, really?” she would die of shock today

“Really”

“It’s always been you Marl”

She held back her tears, leaning up, catching his lips with hers. They were locked onto each other when they heard it. Sniffles and barely held back sobs. They pulled back and saw James hugging Lily as they looked at the two stars.

“So? Is this happening?”

“Yeah”

“Yeah, it is”

Sirius and Marlene looked at each other. Knowing the other was theirs and crashed together again as James, Lily and god knows who cheered on.