#sirius x muggle

[mischievousmoony]

𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜

⟢ james potter x reader ⟢ your boyfriend walks a drunk you home ⊹ 773 ⟢ warnings/tags: intoxication

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“Babyyy wait,” you whine, tripping over your own two feet as you walk down the abandoned streets of London.

You lean against the bricks of a random townhouse, swaying slightly. James’ hand, which hasn’t left the small of your back since you two left the bar, presses against you more firmly while his other raises to grip your waist, effectively steadying you in place.

The pair of you are heading home from a long night out with friends. Well into the A.M., James made the decision to bid your friends goodnight when he interrupted a game of ‘who can drink more’ between you and Sirius.

“What is it?” he asks, eyes carefully studying every inch your face as if your expression will reveal all of your thoughts and worries.

“M’shoe’s untied,” you mumble, looking down at your white trainers, scuffed from the way you’ve been kicking your own feet as you stumble home.

James’ eyes follow yours, “Oh, I’m sorry, love,” he murmurs, pressing an affectionate kiss against your temple as his head comes back up. He takes in your surroundings quickly, his eyes landing on the front steps to the townhouse you’re planted against.

“C’mere,” he says, wrapping his arm tightly around your waist to lead you to the stone stairs.

He eases you down on the second step, not before brushing any dirt or debris out of your way, and kneels before you.

James makes quick work of your shoelaces, checking in that he hasn’t drawn them too tightly before he finishes looping them through.

You mumble a complaint at the second tie, changing your mind about the tightness as you uncomfortably wiggle your foot in your shoe. Without a shred of frustration, James unties your shoe and loosens the laces before he starts again.

“How’s that, love?” he asks, his fingers pitter pattering against the firm leather that encases your toes.

You wiggle your foot again before deciding, “Better,” with a pleased smile playing at your lips.

“Alright,” James says, his voice gravely as he pushes himself up into a standing position. He holds both of his hands out to you, “Let’s get you up now.”

You place your hands in his large ones, but just ask he starts to tug you up, your arms go slack.

James breathes out chuckles of amusement. “You’ve got to help me some, love.”

“‘M tired,” you complain, your body following suit as you hang limply from James’ hands.

His eyes are soft as he watches you sink into some strangers front steps. Any other person would probably be quite annoyed trying to usher a drunk you home, but James is filled with nothing but an unwavering adoration for you.

“The sooner we get you up, the sooner we get you in bed,” James says in a lilting, convincing voice.

“Could just sleep here on the pavement,” you decide, your eyes fluttering in a series of exhausted blinks.

If it comes down to it, James would be resolute about carrying you home and letting you sleep in his arms, but he tries one more tactic before resorting to that.

“Think about this, though, if we get you to our warm bed we can wrap ourselves up in our cozy blankets,” his tone remains soft and compelling, “and I’ll get to hold you and run my fingers through that pretty hair.”

You stir at his words, holding onto his hands a bit firmer.

“Yeah?” you wonder.

“Yeah, my love. So, what do you say? Will you let me take you home so I can hold you?” James gives your hands a loving squeeze.

“Mhm,” you hum, your head bobbing in a nod as you finally brace yourself to be lifted.

James bares his teeth triumphantly. “Here we go,” he warns before tugging to you your feet.

You stumble into him, but James is ready to catch you as his arms wrap protectively around your waist.

He arches his upper body away from you so he can get a good look. One of his hands comes to the side of your head to smooth out your hair affectionately, “Ready to keep going?” he asks.

You hum another positive response and James pecks you twice, once on the forehead and then he can’t resist planting another on your lips.

He swivels, pressing his side into yours as his protective arm remains clasped around you, and begins leading you back down the street.

“Let’s get you home now,” he whispers lovingly.

“Where you’ll play with m’hair?” you verify, your drunken words melting together lazily.

His throat rumbles with tender laughter. “Yes, love, where I’ll play with your hair.”

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[intotheswollenriver]

[fae-whispers]

*at a zoo*  Sirius: What are they in for?  Remus: Sirius, this isn't prison.  Sirius: So they can leave?  Remus: No, but-  Sirius, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

a modern au where james is a clothing designer and all of his pieces are tailored for sirius and sirius alone and then when james make it big (because ofc he does hes a genius) sirius is like the face of the company and all of james' mannequins he works on are sirius-replicas and he talks about it constantly and its a little creepy how obsessive it is to the general public but sirius is just as obsessed so its alright

[uhhlifeig]

Hot Chocolate - Dec. 13th - word count: 464 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Remus walked into the cafe, fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater. He looked around for a good place to sit, glancing at the door nervously every few seconds.

Lily had finally gotten him to go on a blind date, but Remus was now wondering if that was the greatest idea. Like, what if the other guy turned out to be a mass murderer and a convicted felon? 

It was too late to back out now, though. 

He pulled out his phone to distract himself, but the door jingled, catching Remus’s attention. 

His first thought? The person who walked in was gorgeous. 

He was wearing a leather jacket and low-rise jeans, and his shirt under the jacket was cropped. His hair was impeccable, too. It looked effortlessly windswept and velvet-soft. The man’s face was practically ethereal, too. His high cheekbones and storm-gray eyes made him look like some sort of fae prince.

His second thought? Fuck, wait. Lily better not have set me up with this guy.

And as luck would have it, the mystery man walked up to him and asked, “Are you Lily Evans’s friend? Or is that someone else?”

Remus was gobsmacked, practically unable to speak. He managed to choke out, “No- no, that’s me. You’re James Potter’s friend?” 

Mystery Man nodded and sat down opposite Remus. “Yep. Name’s Sirius, by the way.”

“Oh, like that star?” Remus asked. No wonder he looks otherworldly.

Myster- no, Sirius- looked shocked. “You’re one of the first people to pick up on that. You know astronomy?”

“Well, no,” Remus admitted. “I read a lot, though, so I have a lot of random knowledge. Oh, and my name’s Remus. It’s not much better than Sirius is, though.”

“Remus. Wasn’t he the brother of the founder of Rome, or something? I don’t remember.”

“Yeah. I’d explain the myth, but I think we should get drinks first, no?” Remus asked, already getting up, waiting for Sirius to follow.

And follow he did. They made their way to the counter together, with Remus ordering a hot chocolate and Sirius ordering a caramel cappuccino. 

They went back to the table and engaged in some small talk. They were on the topic of how badly Zeus sucked as a father when Remus noticed Sirius’s phone ringing.

“Hey, Sirius, what did you say your work was again?” he asked. 

“Oh, uhm, I’m a model. Why?” 

“Because, well. Your phone is ringing?”

Sirius looked on the table, at where his phone was sitting, shocked. “Oh shit, Remus. I’m sorry, but that’s my agent. I’ll be back. How the fuck did I even miss that? Sorry, sorry.”

So it turned out that the perfect human being could also be a bit of a dork. Honestly, that made him even better, in Remus’s eyes.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

"I fancied you as well, you know? Well... Back when you were Rosie..."

Remus opened his eyes in curiosity. He didn't expect Sirius to speak. They were lying in the dark, mostly like cuddling in the dark, and Remus thought Sirius had fallen asleep. But there he was, whispering to the dark.

And Remus felt how Sirius’s heart was beating rapidly against his ear.

"Of course I fancied you. But I was just a kid and I didn't want to be lame and have girlfriends" Sirius chuckled. Remus smiled.

Then Remus heard Sirius swallowing.

"And when you left..." he continued "God! You have no idea how much I missed you... I cried like an idiot for days, mind you. Like a fool"

Remus twisted his mouth. He had felt the same without Sirius. It had been awful to be away from him after how much they were attached to each other.

"Then I met the real you, Remus" Sirius smiled to himself "And I liked you even more. The feelings were stronger and all. You are just... amazing... More than amazing... "

Remus heard Sirius taking a deep breath.

"I lied before, Moony. Of course I want you. I've always had"

The silence after those words was heavy. Remus didn't know what to say back. He had dreamed to hear those words forever. And now that it had become real, he was wondering if it was a dream or not.

Then Sirius shifted a little bit "Moony?"

Remus closed his eyes immediately and pretended to be asleep. He had panicked. He was so pathetic. It was just that Remus didn't want to ruin the beautiful moment. He wanted to process those words inside his brain and keep them forever on his heart.

Sirius must've noticed that Remus was potentially asleep because he sighed. And Remus felt how Sirius kissed his head.

"I promise I'll have the courage to tell you all of this when you're awake"

Sirius was so adorable, Remus would eat his mouth right now. He wanted to smile so badly but he contained himself.

What Remus did though, was hug Sirius tighter.

I love you too he said with that gesture.

[chlobliviate]

Wolfstar Microfic - World

Words: 977

@wolfstarmicrofic

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Sirius loved his job. He loved working with tiny humans. He loved being one of the people who introduced them to the world outside their home. To show them nature, read stories, and chat with them while they drew scribbly pictures.

The plan had been for him to go into politics, like his father, and grandfather. And great grandfathers, back further than he cared to think about. But even Orion Black couldn’t get on board with his gay son inheriting his seat in the House of Lords. So they swiftly moved onto the spare, until they pushed him to rebellion too. According to the last email, Regulus was running a vineyard in France and was stunningly happy, which made Sirius happy in turn.

Each year he got kids from all walks of life. Kids with two moms, disabled kids, kids in care, kids with more energy than they knew what to do with, kids whose passions were adorably wild for four-year-olds, like cooking or cricket. His godson had just started in his class and was proving to be a handful, as he knew he would be. Any child that was half James Potter and half Lily Evans, with a healthy dose of Sirius’ influence could be nothing less.

But when he got word that he had a student starting the school year a month late, he mentally assigned Harry as his buddy. Within minutes of having Teddy Lupin in his class, he knew it was a good decision.

He’d been in a meeting when Teddy arrived. He’d meant to have a chat with Teddy’s parent. Dad, he seemed to remember the paperwork saying, with a name almost as ridiculous as his own. Roman? Something like that. He’d have to catch him at the end of the day. His teaching assistant, Dorcas told him that the dad seemed as nervous as Teddy, but that he was cute and sarcastic. If she said that with a pointed look at him, he pretended not to notice.

Teddy let Harry show him around the classroom, the reading nook, the ‘pretend area’ that was set up as a cafe this week, the toy cupboard and finally their table. Teddy asked lots of questions and Sirius took this as a good sign. Better he ask than feel like he couldn’t.

Once the class was settled, working on drawing their house and family, Sirius crouched next to Teddy’s desk.

“How’re you getting on, Teddy?” He said quietly.

“Good, I think.” He stuck his tongue between his teeth as he concentrated on drawing. “I only have to draw me and my dad.”

“That’s not fair!” Ron moaned from the other side of the table. “I think I need more Paper!”

Sirius chuckled, “But think how much your mum and dad will love this drawing, with all of you on it!” He’d taught Ron’s twin brothers a couple of years ago, and he knew for a fact that they had not produced any pictures like this for their family, so it would be a nice change of pace for them. He turned back to Teddy, “If you need help or anything at all, just let me know. There are no stupid questions, ok?” Teddy nodded, not looking away from his drawing.

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Teddy was the last to collect his belongings at the end of the day, and Sirius helped him put his water bottle into his tiny backpack before they headed for the door. “Oh, wait! Your lovely drawing!” Sirius grabbed it off his desk. “I bet your dad is going to love this!”

“He does drawing. For a job!” Teddy shared, gleefully. “I want to do that.”

“Well based on today’s artwork, I think you’d be a fantastic artist!” He smiled down at Teddy, who beamed up at him. “Come on, let’s go find your dad.”

Teddy’s Dad, who Dorcas was, annoyingly, definitely not wrong about, was waiting on the playground alone, looking nervously at the door. He visibly sighed in relief when he saw them and walked towards them.

“Dad!” Teddy ran towards him and was swept up into a hug. “Dad! I did art!”

“You did?” Teddy’s dad asked earnestly. “Can I see it?” Sirius held out the drawing, which he took and examined. He crouched next to his son. “You drew the new house. Wow! That’s so much detail, Teds. This is amazing. We’re going to put this on the wall in the kitchen!”

Teddy grinned at his dad, and then back at Sirius. “Thank you for Today.”

Sirius’ heart melted a little bit, “Thank you, Teddy! Can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

“Why don’t you go and play on the swings for a minute, while I have a quick chat with Mr…”

“Black.” Sirius supplied, “Sirius.”

Remus nodded as Teddy ran to the tiny swings on the playing field. “Was he alright? No trouble?”

“No trouble at all, he’s a good kid.” Sirius smiled, “His art skills are so advanced for his age. I honestly wouldn���t blink if you told me a ten-year-old drew this. Must be genetic.”

“Ah, he’s been bragging about me?” His cheeks flushed slightly and it was possibly the cutest thing that Sirius had ever seen.

“Yeah, seems he wants to follow in your footsteps.” Sirius paused, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t ask your name.”

“Remus. Lupin.” Remus. That was it. Remus’ cheeks grew pinker. “Well, thank you. I was so nervous about him starting late. He’s my world, but we had to move back. My mum.” Sirius understood. “But it seems he’s... in good hands.” A slight smirk teased the corners of Remus’ mouth.

Sirius had plenty of single mums flirt with him over the years, but this was new. “I’ll tell you what, Remus. Why don’t I give you my number, just in case.” He dragged his eyes up Remus’ torso.

“Sounds good,” Remus said, breathlessly.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 5 - Folklore

@wolfstarmicrofic October 5, word count 227

Remus and Sirius had snuck out into muggle London. They’d promised to stay in Diagon Alley, but Sirius had twisted Remus’s arm and, anyway, Remus knew muggle London like the back of his hand. 

Sirius seemed a bit too interested in what a pair of muggle children were doing. They were taking exaggerated footsteps across the paving slabs that made up the footpath. 

“Come on,” Their father begged, trying to hurry them along. 

“We can’t!” The bigger one squealed right before the smaller one burst into tears. Their father sighed, gathered the crying child into his arms and took the other by the hand, leading them away.

“What was all that about?” Sirius asked. 

“A thing muggle children do. If you step on a crack, it’s supposed to break your mother's back. Obviously, there’s nothing…” He petered off as he watched Sirius begin to step on as many cracks as he could. “Sirius,” Remus chuckled as his boyfriend danced about in an odd jig. “It’s just a made-up thing that kids do. It doesn’t actually do anything.”

“Yes, Moony, but all muggle Folklore comes from our world, so I just have to find the right crack,” He beamed, jumping to the next crack. Remus shook his head but smiled fondly at the ridiculous boy and joined in, trying to find the crack that would break Walburga’s back. 

[ginevrapng]

Thank you for writing for plus size readers! I'd love to see something with an older Sirius(Harry's still a teen) and a chubby muggle reader! Could be she's a teacher leading a group of kids on a field trip he happens to see or is a mama to a little who is fascinated with Sirius asking him question after question. Please and thank you for any response! <3

i'm glad you like my writing! let's see what i can come up with&lt;3

taking care of thirty kids for the day on a school trip is quite a a challenge. thirty kids in a classroom? your everyday job. thirty kids on a school trip? well you wish that that schools had better funding so you could have more than two teachers on the trip. all the children are holding hands in pairs and being each others 'buddy' for the trip, making sure everyone is paired up. one second you're addressing all the children to get back on the bus to go home and the next you're turning around as one of the children pulls on your sleeve and tells you that their friend has run off, sending you in complete worry. "do you know they went off to?" they point and you spot your missing student talking to some random man.

"you go," you colleague says before taking over your previous role and continues getting everyone back on the bus.

you rush over as quickly as you can and pull back your student, the man who is in front of you just cocks his eyebrow and continues answering the question that he was just asked, which absolutely infuriated you. "do you live near here then?" your curious student asks this unknown man.

he chuckles, "no, but i think it's cool. stonehenge is very mysterious."

you can tell your student is about to ask another question and you hope to god that he hasn't said something private about his life or the school to this stranger. the stranger looks back up at you after having been making eye contact with your pupil and says in an almost flirtatious tone, "i'm sirius, and this mischievous little guy has been rather curious about random trivia about stonehenge. i don't think the guidebook he has is very useful."

sirius holds up a guidebook and almost sways it in the air. you go to grab it from him, this man, albeit an attractive man, has just taken the guidebooks you brought for everybody. sirius smirks at your reaction. "why did you take his book?" you student asked you and then you notice that he's still holding his one and you've just taken sirius' from his hand. sirius holds his hand out with a smirk waiting for you to pass it back to him. you don't quell your frustration but give sirius back his guidebook.

"do you have a girlfriend mr?"

your eyes widen at the question. sirius laughs and says to you, "oh yeah, he's also been pretty curious about me too."

you ignore sirius, "you can't ask question like that, it's very rude. you know not to talk to strangers as well. we need to get back to the others."

sirius wants you to stay, he hasn't even heard your name. he purposely stayed with your student so he was safe and was answering all his questions until someone came to find him and when the person comes to collect him he didn't expect someone as beautiful as you. all the professors who taught him at hogwarts were older so when informed by the kid that he was on a school trip he assumed to be greeted by an elderly teacher, not someone his own age, not someone as beautiful as you, just his type. he can't help but be drawn to you, your anger and frustration not concealed well at the situation, kind and a gentle tone when talking to your student, soft and plush body, pretty face, he hasn't been so drawn to someone for years.

"i don't have a girlfriend."

"what?" you furrow your eyebrows.

"i never even got your name." you scoff. your student decided to jump into the conversation at this time and answer him with your name. sirius contains his cackle and grins, "thank you young man. do you know if your pretty teacher is single too?" your student confirms and returns his grin.

completely perplexed with this entire situation you go to leave. it's been a tiring day and a weird interaction, although sirius seems okay and it seems that the only things they spoke about was sirius and the trip. "if you're single does that mean i can have your number?"

"what?"

"number?" sirius asks and hopes that every muggle has phones. he knows a lot of his friends do, even he does and he's a pureblood, but he doesn't know how popular they are with muggles and if everyone has them.

sirius is attractive and he is your type, but you're not going to give him your number. it would be inappropriate.

"just your number."

i'm not actually breaking any rules by giving him my number. you give in as you hurriedly writes your number down on his hand with your pen from your pocket. "just my number." you mumble. "no promises."

sirius winks at you, "i'll call you."

"yeah, alright," you say quietly. "come on, lets head back to the bus," you say louder, holding onto your students hand. sirius and your student says their goodbyes.

as you walk away you hear sirius call out, "one to two people are proposed to every month at stonehenge."

you give a small smile and you hope he calls you tonight.

i hope you liked this &lt;3

[les-fleurrs-du-mal]

regulus black x original muggle character {enemies to lovers}

Regulus Black x original female character (muggle)

Inspired by WizardGod's 'dirty old town' on ao3 (and honestly, Pride and Prejudice)

This is an unfinished, ongoing fic! I update consistently every weekend and there are currently 29 chapters.

Read here on ao3 or wattpad (note: I have just recently posted to Wattpad and I'm slowly adding chapters. All current chapters are on ao3)

Summary:

Flora, the muggle half-sister of protective older brother Remus Lupin, is hidden away during the First Wizarding War for fear of werewolf attacks. It seems things cannot possibly get worse until Regulus Black, who has deviated from the fold of Death Eaters, also needs somewhere to hide.

Forced together by circumstance, their relationship is rocky from the start, but Flora won't be daunted by Regulus' arrogance and unpleasant airs. As they both slowly overcome their dislike of one another, mutual respect and understanding begin to grow, and their feelings start to shift from mere affection to something deeper and more profound.

"Touch me again and see what happens, you filthy muggle," he said. His voice was full of venomous, unbridled hatred, but he spoke in an even tone. It was too calm and for a moment it scared Flora.

But Flora straightened up, refusing to let herself be frightened by this boy. Because really that's all he was. Just a boy.

"Or what?" She challenged.

His surprise was obvious as she stood her ground. He blinked a few times, looking at her as he considered his next move. Flora was not very tall, or at least compared to Regulus she was not tall, as he completely towered over her; he stared fixedly at her face, enraged by the sheer audacity of this muggle girl.

"Go on," she prompted when he still didn't answer. "Or what? You don't even have a wand."

"I don't need a wand," he spat back. "I don't need it to deal with a little girl like you." He wanted to say something to terrify her, to make her back down and respect him as the superior, but he couldn't find the words. Instead, he settled for glowering at her like a shadowy spectre. This still didn't appear to have the effect he'd hoped for. Flora clearly was not afraid, or was otherwise doing a very good job of hiding it.

[groupielove21]

Sirius and Regulus talking about their family

[mischievousmoony]

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚎

𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟻 ⟡ 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎

⟢ james potter x fem!reader

⟢ summary: modern restaurant au; you and james complete side work at the end of your shift . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁2.1k

⟢ warnings/tags: coworker!james, coworker!marauders, anxious!reader, not rlly proofread

⟢ the new hire masterlist ⟡ main masterlist

note: dropping lore in this part ig

"I don't think this restaurant is fancy enough for this to be necessary," you huff, polishing what seems like your millionth spoon.

You're sitting at the rickety break room table, polishing silverware and rolling sets of them into cloths. James is across from you, looking at his reflection in a butter knife.

"No one who eats here is going to care if there are a few water stains on their spoons," you grumble. You're in a bit of a bad mood, this task being the only thing keeping you from going home.

"Nate wants this place to be fancier than it is. Always has," James replies, neatly arranging his knife with the other utensils on the cloth in front of him.

"Always, huh?" you wonder, "Has he always been the manager?"

"As long as I've been here."

"And how long is that?"

"Ah," James pauses in the middle of rolling his napkin, counting in his head, "Technically five years."

You stop in the middle of polishing a fork, looking up to meet James' gaze. "What? Really?" you ask.

James shrugs as if it's nothing, responding, "Started as a busser when I was seventeen. The only person who's been here longer is Remus."

You don't understand the relevance of the comparison, pointing out, "Well, he's older."

James looks at you puzzled, "Remus and I are the same age."

You put the fork down entirely, gaping at James. "Remus is twenty-two?" you ask, your tone conveying your shock.

"Yeah," James says slowly, furrowing his brows, "You didn't know that?"

"No. He looks at least a few years older."

James tilts his head side to side, pondering your comment. "Maybe a little," he admits. "That kitchen wears him down."

You look puzzled as you straighten out the fork you had dropped down on the table, thinking about the revelation that still doesn't quite add up to you.

"If he's our age how in the world is he already a head chef?"

James looks as if he's trying to recall the answer, but comes up short.

"You'd have to ask him. He was hired before me and I guess I never thought to ask that."

"He was a head chef at seventeen?" you ask, eyes widening as your shock doubles.

"No! No, he just worked in the kitchen. Think he was head chef by twenty, though."

"Oh..." you trail off, thinking that makes much more sense than your initial impression. But not by very much. "Still, wow. What about everyone else?"

James' eyebrows raise curiously as he starts polishing yet another spoon.

"What do you mean?"

"They've been here how long?" you clarify.

"Ah. Sirius started about a month after I did. Did you know he started as a server?" James shares the details like it's hot gossip.

To you, it basically is. You can't imagine Sirius doing anything besides bartending at this restaurant.

"Really?"

James smiles at the way your eyes light up in surprise and slight amusement. "Yeah," he confirms. "He absolutely hated it, but doing that he got to train with the bartender before him."

You nod understandingly. It makes sense, you suppose. Bartenders don't just appear out of thin air. You either have to work your way up the ranks or receive formal training, and if you had ever given it any thought, you would have assumed the former.

It dawns on you that you haven't given much thought to your other coworkers at all. Besides what you've naturally found out over the handful of weeks that you've worked here, you don't know much about anyone besides James.

"And the others?"

James blows out some air, thinking, and he takes two rolls of silverware and begins using them as drumsticks against the table. You smile a little at the action.

"Whenever I became a server I recommended Pete for my old busser job. That was probably four years ago."

James had told you stories about him and Peter before, but you wonder how long they've actually known each other.

"How did you know Peter?"

"Known him since primary school."

"Huh," you express your surprise quietly, and James continues on.

"The next hire was Marlene," James smirks as he recalls something. "Actually, she's the reason Lily and Mary were hired."

"Did she recommend them too?"

James chuckles, shaking his head as he explains, "No, Marlene was always complaining about too much testosterone in this place. I think five.. six months after she started, she told Nate that a customer said that they thought management must be sexist because of the lack of girl hires."

"Did someone actually say that?" you ask skeptically.

"No," James laughs, "He totally bought it though cause he hired Lily and Mary a week later. Worked out great for them in the end. You know they go to uni in the city? They’re both here to support themselves through it.”

Your bottom lip finds itself between your teeth as you think about how long everyone has worked here. They’ve all had years to get to know each other. You have already been feeling like an outsider, so learning this just amplifies that tenfold.

James puts his makeshift drumsticks away when he notices you getting lost in thought.

“What’s on your mind?”

Your eyes flash to him, startled out of your train of thought. Shrugging, you try to brush it off and return to your duties to the silverware.

“C’mon, I always know when you’re getting lost in that head of yours,” James says with a teasing yet affectionate tone.

You purse your lips, knowing the chances of James letting this go are slim.

"I just… I don't really know much about them at all I guess. Do they..." you trail off, apprehensive to admit your insecurities.

"What?" James probes gently, softening at your hesitation.

"I’m worried they don't like me,” you admit.

"What!? Why? You’re great! Why wouldn’t anyone like you?” James says it earnestly without a hint of hesitation, and that alone makes you feel a bit better.

You keep your hands busy with the silverware, your eyes focusing intently on the water stains you polish away so that you don’t have to face James as you explain.

“I feel like I haven’t made much of an effort to get to know them. I was nervous, I guess, to talk to new people. Now I’m even more nervous because it’s been so long and I haven’t even tried. They’re going to think–”

“Hey, hey, hey,” James stops you from snowballing into a self-deprecating ramble, placing a hand over yours across the table, also stopping the way you’re polishing a spoon to death.

He dips his head down to try to meet your eyes, which are trained intently on the table. “No one thinks anything,” he says patiently. “Actually, you know what I’ve heard? I’ve heard them say that you’re kind. Maybe a tad shy, but that’s not a bad thing!” The last few words tumble out in a rush, James being worried that you’d take it negatively when he really finds your timid nature so endearing.

Your gaze slowly shifts to meet his eyes. “It’s hard for me to warm up to new people,” you admit, your voice low.

James absentmindedly strokes the back of your hand with his thumb, “You got on with me just fine.”

“You’re different,” you say before you can give it much thought. You would’ve bit your tongue if you had.

“How am I different?” he asks, his eyes twinkling with something you can’t quite place.

“I-I don’t know you just are.”

It’s true, you’re not sure why but after your first day you were already comfortable with James, more than comfortable if you’re being honest. He quickly became your favorite part about this job.

He simply accepts your answer. Normally, he’d say something witty or teasing, but he finds himself at a loss for words.

The conversation fades into silence, neither of you knowing how to proceed, both overwhelmed with confusing feelings.

James can’t stop looking at where his hand rests over yours, not knowing how to retract it. Not wanting to.

Meanwhile, you search your brain for something to say, something that would change the subject. You don’t feel the need to keep talking about this anyway. Although, you’re not sure if you feel better about the situation with your other coworkers or if you’ve just been distracted from it.

“So, five years, huh?” you start.

"Technically," he emphasizes. He slowly retracts his hand as the conversation takes on a more casual tone.

You had barely even noticed his hand there with how natural it felt, but now that it’s gone your hand almost feels cold. You distract yourself by rolling more silverware.

"What does that mean?" you ask.

"I, er, pursued other things for a little while. Didn't work out, so I ended up back here."

You can’t help but wonder what he means, so you ask, "What things?"

James stammers, him now the apprehensive one.

"Sorry,” you say quickly, “I don't mean to pry."

"No, it's okay,” James waves off your worries, “I was playing rugby."

“What, like, professionally?” you ask, not expecting him to say yes.

“Er, yeah," he admits, twirling a butter knife in between his fingers.

You freeze. “Wait. Seriously?”

“Yes,” he chuckles airily.

He notices how your mouth is slightly agape, twitching as it forms the shape of words which never leave your lips. He can tell you’re wondering what happened, but you’re too polite to ask.

“I hurt my knee,” he continues, purposefully avoiding the specifics, “so ended up back here.”

Your face crumples in sympathy. "Oh. Oh, I-I'm sorry," you say, genuine compassion in your tone.

“It’s fine. I’ve come to terms with it," James says honestly. His career was brief— barely even got a chance to start— and while he'll always wonder what could've been, he's not angry about the way his life is turning out.

"So what about you? What would you be doing if you didn't work here?" James suddenly asks you.

"I never went to uni," you say, thinking of Lily and Mary— your age and likely almost done with their studies. "I would've liked to. I don't even know what for."

"You still could."

"Yeah, maybe," you say tentatively, rolling you're last set of cutlery. "That's all my side work. Want me to help with yours?"

"No, you get out of here, I'll be alright," James assures, not wanting to put extra work on your plate, recalling how annoyed you've been with this task.

You nod, standing from the table to collect your things from your locker. You bid him goodbye as you sling your bag over your shoulder.

"I'll see you tomorrow, James."

"Bye, love," he says fondly, waving with a fork in his hand as you go.

On your way out, you pass Sirius, giving him a small wave and a barely audible "goodnight" as he joins James in the break room.

"Night, doll," he calls down the hall as he turns into the room.

Sirius has a wide, knowing smirk on his face when he locks eyes with James.

"Rolling silverware?" Sirius asks, his tone dripping with his amusement.

James shrugs, "Yeah, so?"

Sirius tilts his head, chuckling, "I thought your side work was to prep garnishes today."

"Ah," James fumbles with some silverware as he responds, "I finished that ages ago. So, I offered to do Lily's side work."

"Oh, did you?" Sirius says with mock surprise.

"Yup. Just doing a favor for a friend," James grins innocently.

"Or trying to get some alone time with that work crush of yours."

"I do not have a work crush!" James quickly defends, feeling the heat rising to his cheeks. He almost feels guilty, Sirius is at least right about the alone time part. James still misses having you by his side as a trainee, but after you're conversation today he feels bad about stealing you away from your other coworkers.

Sirius raises his hands in the air, "Alright, mate. Whatever you say."

"You're a prat. Why don't you come help me with this?"

Sirius looks incredulous at the suggestion, "I'm not the one who volunteered to do extra work!"

James rolls his eyes, picking up one of the many forks he has left. But truth be told, he didn't quite mind having to do the extra work— spending time with you made it well worth it.

Sirius snorts at the sudden lovesick look on James' face when he gets lost in his thoughts, and makes a mental note to wager a bet with Remus tomorrow on how long James will last.

[ziglikesrain]

at the end of the day i feel bad for harry potter fans. they’re so limited to one ERA and characters that have already had seven books written about them.

where’s the fun in that?! too much canon, too many straight people, where’s the fun?!

they’ll never know true happiness until they go to the dark side. we have all the fun over here

[becky5203]

I know JKR is a terrible person and you won’t catch me defending her but making Harry’s best friends mirrors of his dead parents was a galaxy brained move if ever there was one.

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

the homeless sirius black au continuation . when hes still on the streets he meets this sweet, shy, nerdy sort of boy and he's legally blind and he got into an accident when he was younger so he has a cane and scars all over his body and he has AIDS and he hangs around near the public library where sirius goes to study for his gcses and they exchange notes and they get friendly w each other and sirius makes fun of his name ("who in the fuck names their child remus?") and the boy finally talks wo stuttering ("like sirius is so much better!") and sirius comes over for dinner and lyall and hope are shocked at how proper and intelligent he is and theyre glad remus is getting closer with people his age and remus clings to sirius and they kiss in remus' bed and behind tall shelves and in dirty alleys and yeah

[uhhlifeig]

Magic - September 29 - word count: 373 - @wolfstarmicrofic

It was a quiet Saturday at the coffee shop where Remus worked, tucked away in a cozy corner of London. 

The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the soft chatter of midday regulars. 

Remus enjoyed the slow pace of the noon shifts, which were a lot calmer than the morning rush.

And then, like a whirlwind, a man burst through the door, his leather jacket and messy hair making him look like he belonged in a rock band, not a quiet coffee shop. 

He strode right up to the counter with a cocky grin, like he’d been coming there for years.

"Alright, mate," he began, "What’s the best thing on the menu?"

Remus raised an eyebrow. "Best?"

"Yeah, something that'll blow my mind, convince me magic's real. You up for the challenge?"

The barista smirked, trying to keep his cool despite the sudden warmth creeping up his neck. "I don’t know about magic, but I can make a pretty decent cappuccino."

The leather-clad man chuckled, leaning on the counter. "Go on then, show me what you've got. I’ll wait here."

As Remus prepared the drink, he could feel the man’s eyes on him, a presence that made it hard to focus on the simple task at hand. 

He carefully frothed the milk and pulled the espresso, trying to ignore how flustered he felt under that gaze.

When he finally handed the cup over, he realized that he’d unconsciously added a heart-shaped swirl in the foam. He cursed inwardly when the man’s grin grew wider.

"Is that a heart?" he asked. 

Remus felt his face heat up, quickly shrugging it off. "Just a design. Don’t overthink it."

The man took a sip, his eyes never leaving Remus’s. "Well, I think you’ve done it."

Remus blinked, confused. "Done what?"

"Made me believe in magic again."

Remus huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. "It’s just coffee."

"Maybe to you," the man said, "but this feels a little more special than that. In fact, you’re so good at being a barista that I think you should give me your number."

“Smooth,” Remus muttered, even as he wrote his number on a slip of paper and handed it over. “What’s your name?”

“Sirius.”