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Have you seen the fan film âSeverus Snape and the maraudersâ (2016)? If you did what did you think of it? Personally I thought overall the character dynamics were pretty great and the actor who plays James did a real fantastic job (heâs who I think of in my head for James now, appearance and mannerisms.) (also I thought Peter and Snape were spot on as well)
Okay I've just watched it. It's here if anyone's curious, it's only 25min. In general no, I didn't like the characterisations very much at all. Here are my thoughts:
Firstly, that is not at all how I picture James physically haha, nor do I think the actor is anything like the way James is described. That's forgivable in a production like this and he does do a decent job but I don't think the characterisation of James is very good tbh.
What ID? lol? They look at least twenty, clearly can do magic outside school so are of age, and they're in a pub in the UK. Who is asking anyone for their IDs (this is a nitpick sorry but they just kept bringing it up! American Moment.)
Snape is written a little too cool, noble, and righteous, especially for a budding Death Eater, James a little too aggressive, dimwitted, and pathetic imo. Again, especially for an Order member in the middle of a war.
Snape being all repentant about saying Mudblood ('i don't deserve to use that awful word boohoo') when he's a Death Eater... alright son
Look Snape's good but idk if he could take Sirius and James PLUS Remus and Peter and hold his own so well and in such a cool way lmao.
why are these Order members, and James who hates dark magic, using FIENDFYRE. Sorry but I laughed. The effect with the animals was a fun idea but. No.
James making a bet to stay away from Lily when he's (I think) supposed to be engaged/married to her at this point? ridiculous i'm sorry.
'she's not some prize to be won' alright feminist king Snape
the implication that Snape only joined Voldemort because he was so tragical and misunderstood and he was pushed into it by the woeful tale of the Marauders attacking him and James 'taking' Lily from him... idk lol. He already wanted to join in school.
But I agree that in terms of physical appearance Snape and Peter were well cast! Especially Peter.
the magic was quite cool and creative. The duel was fun to watch. In fact i'd say they were more creative with the magic than the actual films were most of the time haha
Anyway in summary it was a fun watch, and well-made on a technical level, but I think whoever made this didn't really understand the characters or the story. The Marauders using Fiendfyre (???????) is a good example. The writer(s) seem to see Snape as just a righteous-if-broody-and-misunderstood cool sexy action hero, while James is made out extremely negatively and pathetically in contrast. Like I think James is a dick but this was a bit over the top for this point in James's character arc imo, even Sirius appears to have more restraint than James lol.
Snape being literally a Death Eater is skated over-- he's just 'consorting with Bellatrix' and 'fancying the Dark Arts' (lmao) and then Voldemort swoops in (swoops in PERSONALLY. why would Voldemort care. Why would this be his recruitment tactic. How is he walking into a pub.) at the end to expertly manipulate Snape's Sad Feels. Snape's bad actions seem justified or not his fault or else he's earnestly apologetic about them. The Marauders being in the Order is not mentioned at all because they're just irredeemable pathetic idiots being pressured into random misdeeds by the King of irredeemable pathetic idiots James.
Like if this was set during the Hogwarts years I'd think these characterisations were more accurate, (apart from Snape being some kind of untouchable action hero gary stu, and the Marauders using FIENDFYRE lol) they'd probably have done a better job with something set in SWM-era but not really at the point this is supposed to be set. The producers obviously just thought Snape was really cool haha. I think Snape's cool too but not in that way.
#also i dont blame them because it's an amateur production and they had to hire americans but i can't stand bad accents hahha#james wasn't too bad mb but sirius and esp lily were unbearable im sorry#the overuse of 'row' was also funny to me lmao#'one last row' hahhahah#sorry that's nitpicky too. SORRY#there were a few lines trying to be british that made me lol.#i can't really blame them for that though ik it's difficult#replies#also i thought of all of them peter's characterisation and casting was good#snape showing him mercy (because he's just THAT noble) not so much.#i would have just had james and snape duelling (not rowing haha) on their own. bc i do think snape could take james.#with SOME difficulty but still. not both james and sirius. definitely not all four.
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King and Queen | S.B
Paring: Sirius Black X Fem!Potter!Reader, James Potter X Fem!Twin!Reader
Summary: James goes through a lot during his time at Hogwarts but his sister is always by his side.
Inspiration: Click
A/N: If this comes off insensitive to anyone please let me know and I will remove this.
James Potter was a handful. From the minute he was born, he had this gleam in his hazel eyes that raged and burned with trouble. His twin, Y/n Potter, was almost the opposite. The soft smile that laid on her features and the glitter of calamity in her eyes. Euphemia and Fleamont were in for a lot the minute their twins were born.Â
Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder is most comparative to having a web browser up with one too many tabs. James had always been unable to focus and was naturally messy. Truth be told, he thought it was normal, just as everyone else did. It wasnât until his second year at Hogwarts did he realize something was genuinely wrong with him.Â
Remus told him that he had this muggle thing called âdyslexia,â which was a difficulty in interpreting words, letters, and other symbols. However, it never affected his overall intelligence because everyone knew that Remus Lupin was indeed and wholly brilliant. It got James wondering, did his inability to focus, be organized, and hyperactivity have a deeper meaning?
His twin - Y/n - was quite the opposite. She made quick friends with Remus, Sirius, and Peter, who were close friends of her twin. Y/n was top of their class, creating a friendly competition with Remus, but she was always able to focus. Often she would hyper-focus, which would leave her working for over five hours at a time without realizing it. In those times, James would have to snap her out of it.Â
Over the summer, James expressed his concerns to his parents. He was talking about how this could be a real issue heâs facing using Remusâ dyslexia as an example. Eventually, they gave in, letting James go to a muggle doctor. James had to fill out a questionnaire that would come back with his results in one week. That week was probably the longest week of his life. Nonetheless, his test results had come back positive.Â
Fleamont and Euphemia would be lying if they were surprised. After hearing about the disorder, it was almost the definition of their eldest son. Fortunately for James, the muggles had come up with a cure - no, not a cure - dammit, what was it again?
Impede the symptoms! Thatâs what those muggle pills do. James was required to take two pills a day, one in the morning and once at night. Y/n was in charge of making sure he did so because - more times than heâd like to admit - he would forget everything if it wasnât for Y/n.Â
In third year, James was as energetic as ever while getting on the Hogwarts Express, âArenât you excited, Y/n?!â
She chuckled, âYes, but Merlin, you donât need to literally jump with joy.â
âBut Iâm excited!â
âI know that.â
They made their way to the compartment that held Remus, who was reading a book. James sat in front of him while Y/n took her seat beside Remus, ââEllo Remus.â
âHey, Potter pair.â
Y/n sighed, and James groaned, âThat nickname needs to go away.â
âI quite like it.â Remus stated smugly, âSuits you both.â
âWhatâs that suppose to mean?â Y/n accused falsely, âIt means that wherever one of you are, the other isnât that far behind.â Remus replied.Â
James had zoned out already, and Y/n snapped in his face, âTake your pills?âÂ
âForgot.â James muttered guiltily, âOh Godric.â She whispered.Â
âPills?â
âJames went to a muggle doctor this summer.â
Remus quirked an eyebrow, âDid you now?â
âGot diagnosed with ADHD.â James informed, and Remus looked amiss, âAttention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder.â
âAh, Iâve heard of that.â Remus said, and James smiled sheepishly, âI feel kinda odd, like out of place.â
âWhy?â
âDunno, just, why can't I be normal?â
âYou are normal, James.â Y/n reassured, âAnd anyone who says differently obviously doesnât care about you.â
The compartment door slammed open, âWho doesnât care about who?â
Remus snorted, âEver the dramatics, huh, mate?â
ââCourse.â Sirius flopped down beside James, âIt comes with my charm and devilishly good looks.â
âAh, yes.â Y/n said, chuckling, âDonât you see how Iâm swooning for you?â
The back of her palm was against her forehead, âCome off it.â James swatted at her and then elbowed Sirius, âBetter not make my sister swoon.â
Sirius chuckled and shrugged, âCanât help it. Iâm just that irresistible.â
The four of them laughed at Siriusâ dramatics and continued talking about the new term. Remus and Y/n were talking about books they couldnât wait to read. Remus was even kind enough to gift her some muggle books he bought over the summer holiday. Sirius and James bickered about what pranks to do this year, along with which ones were better.Â
Third-year was fun. It was a year of flooding corridors, turning Slytherin robes red and blasting music in the common room after a Gryffindor victory. James was a brilliant Quidditch Chaser, and Y/n was a fantastic Seeker. Nothing was quite like the Potter pair. Something about them was just unforgettable.Â
Maybe thatâs why Sirius was so fond of her. Something about the Potters made people around them smile on the hardest of days. They made sure that every moment was a night to remember. Every memory was worth reliving. So adventurous, so reckless, yet so kind and loving.Â
By the time fifth year rolled around, Sirius Orion Black had fallen off a cliff into a lake called love. Sirius completely submerged himself in love for Y/n Potter. The younger twin by just 20 minutes, but something about her was so divine. Was it her silk and glittering h/c hair? No - maybe it was her gleaming e/c eyes. Perhaps it was for her strive for adventure and extreme kindness.Â
Nonetheless, Sirius fell hard.
And who better to tell than James Potter himself?
Causally - as usual - Sirius opened the door to the Marauders dorm. It was empty aside from the brunet boy with glasses on the bridge of his nose. His hazel eyes were focused on a textbook - Potions textbook - maybe it was to impress Lily. Sirius couldnât care less, so he pulled the chair out in front of the desk and sat before James.Â
âMate, I need your help.â
âRunning from Filch?â
âNo. Something- Something worse.â
âSomething worse?â The textbook shut loudly.
Sirius nodded, âWay worse.â
âAlright then, come into my office.â James teased, and Sirius grinned.Â
It was silent, âIâm in love with your sister.â
James sputtered, âExcuse me?â
âIâm in love with Y/n.â
âNo, no.â James waved his hand horizontally, âI heard you.â
âThen what else would you like me to say?â Sirius asked.Â
âLiterally anything else.â
âSorry, mate.â Sirius muttered, âI- I really didnât mean to.â
James chuckled and wiped his hand across his face, âI suppose you canât really stop love, huh?â
âYou really canât.â Sirius agreed, âI tried. I promise I tried.â
âItâs not that big of a deal late.â James assured, and Sirius looked at him with wide eyes, âI trust you just-â
âJust?â
âIâm worried about her.â James completed, âI- I worry about her every night.â
Sirius softened, âItâs like you with Regulus-â James continued before Sirius could interject, âAnd donât pretend. Your silencing charms are bloody terrible.â
âI know you still care for Regulus, you worry about him every night, and I do the same for Y/n, except my silencing charms are better.â James teased sightly, âI trust you, Sirius. Youâre the brother I never got but always wanted. You know, the brother I can play Quidditch with, rough around with, the brother whoâs just as sneaky and mischievous as I.â
âBut Y/n is still my blood. She's my twin, my best friend, my partner in crime. She was the mind behind my pranks before Remus.â James elaborated and then smirked, âRemus and Y/n make a great team, yaâ know?â
âThey are quite brilliant.â
âAnyway, what Iâm trying to say is, take care of her?â James looked like the eleven-year-old boy again, âDonât make her a fling and donât make this temporary.â
âY/n is a strong woman, and she isnât for weak men. Iâll be honest,â James chuckled, âShe doesnât need a man. She doesnât even really need me. I need her more than she needs me. Regardless, take care of her. She deserves a man worthy of her. Someone thatâll get her ice cream at 4 a.m. because sheâs craving it. Someone thatâll go on sporadic trips with her. Someone thatâll understand that after a hard day, all she wants is a book and coffee.â
Sirius was appalled; heâd never seen James look so passionate, âGrowing up, mum always told me to be a gentleman. I know it may not seem like it sometimes, but she always raised me as one. To hold a door for them, push and push in their chairs for them, give them my jacket even if Iâll freeze.âÂ
âThose kinda things. Dad said I should practice on Y/n, and I did. From then, Y/n always got treated like a queen, and she deserves no less. I won't lie, my parents treat me like a king too, and I donât want any less either.â James explained, âBe the king thatâs worthy of my sister.â
âThatâs all I ask of you.â
Sirius nodded, âIâd be honored to serve her as my queen.â
âAnd if you show her no less, sheâll spit you out like chewing gum.â
He shuttered, âI hate how accurate that phrase is.â
James laughed, âI know her more than you think.â
By sixth year they were dating. Sirius would be lying if he wasnât eternally shitting himself when Y/n said yes to going to Hogsmeade with him, alone, as a date. In fact, James almost wanted to throw him a party for finally not being a little bitch and asking out his sister. This party consisted of a bottle of firewhiskey and chocolate because thatâs all that was in the boy's dormitory. But a party nonetheless.Â
When Lily rejected James for the last time before graduation, he was utterly heartbroken. Heâd spent and dedicated seven years of his life to this gorgeous woman. Despite all his efforts and all his charms, she still wasnât interested. James tried. He really tried. He wanted Lily so bad. His heart broke when she said her final words of goodbye.
âIâm sorry, Potter. Maybe in another life, just not this one.â
Tears had ebbed at the corner of his eyes as he made his way back into the castle from the Black Lake. In the common room, where he felt like he had just got dowsed in water. James made his way to the girl's dormitory. His hand curled into a fist and knocked lightly on the wooden door. Shuffling was heard from the other side, and the door finally opened, revealing his sister.Â
Without warning, James crashed into her arms, forcing his nose in the crook of her neck, âWoah.â
âAre you okay, James?â
His body shook with sobs as he shook his head no, âItâs okay. Letâs go lay down, okay?â
Gently she led him to her bed. He curled up beneath the navy blue comforter and placed his head on the silk pillow sheets. If he tried hard enough, he could forget the way Lilyâs hair smelt today or the way her green eyes glistened in the sun. Now engulfed in his sister's scent, trying to remove every feeling for Lily possible, he dug his nose deeper into the comforter.Â
Y/n sat beside him, her back to the headboard, and ran her fingers through Jamesâ already untied hair, âWhat's got you so worked up?â
âItâs done.â
âWhatâs done?â
âL- Lily and I.â James choked, âShe- She really doesnât want me.â
A new wave of tears overcame him, and Y/n continued to try and soothe him, âWell, sheâs a tosser.â
James narrowed his eyes, âJames, you know I love her. She's my best friend, but if she canât see whatâs right in front of her, then sheâs an idiot.â
âCan I- Can I stay here tonight?â He asked hesitantly.
âYou sure you donât want me to stay at your dorm?â Y/n questioned, âBecause you know who sleeps here.â
âWill you stay with me?â
âTill the end.â
After a couple of minutes, Y/n and James made their way down the steps to the boy's side. They walked up more steps and finally made it to the boy's dormitory. James collapsed on his bed in the left corner of the room, and Sirius perked up at seeing his girlfriend enter the room.Â
âWhatcha doinâ here, love?â
âStaying with my brother.â
Sirius nodded and stood up to hug her, gently pecking her forehead, âIf you guys need anything, let me know, âkay?â
âThanks, Siri.âÂ
Gently Y/n pulled back the maroon curtain and sat down beside him again. James reached for her hand and intertwined their fingers. Something they used to do as kids. When a thunderstorm would go by, James would always seek sanctuary in his sister's comfort.Â
He fell asleep that night, knowing he was safe, loved, and knew that someone cared about him. Even if Lily didnât love him, at least someone else did. He had his boys, and he had his sister. Right now, thatâs all he needed beside him: Screw Lily and her idiot decision skills. Y/n was right; she was a complete tosser.Â
When Hogwarts was over, James and Y/n got a flat together. Sirius, Remus, and Peter got one only a floor above. Realistically this wasnât the plan. James always planned to buy a house with Lily, but he was still healing, and after everything going on, it was vital for him to hold his sister close to him.
Euphemia and Fleamont barely lived to see their children graduate. Not too long afterward had died due to the horrid dragon pocks. It devastated both twins and Sirius. While Sirius wasnât their true child, he very well couldâve. Euphemia noticed Siriusâs lingering stares on Y/n and the loopy smile that graced his features.
She was the one who got Sirius to man up. She was the one who gave him advice. She was the one who told him what books were her favorite, which chocolate she liked the best, her favorite quills. Euphemia was one of the main components in getting Sirius to date her daughter, and when it finally happened, the parents couldnât have been happier.
Jamesâ ADHD still remained even in his adulthood, making regular everyday tasks much harder and twice as long. Most of the time, the pills were able to help him complete those tasks. But sometimes, when Y/n wasnât there to remind him, he would miss his days. When Y/n got home from work, she had barely taken off her shoes to see the apartment spotless.
It was a pleasant surprise, but James was never really one to clean, not that she really minded, but the apartment didnât have a speck of dust on it. Hesitantly she put her keys on the island along with her bag.
âJames!â
âYes, Y/n?â
He appeared in the kitchen where Y/n was, âUm, did you clean the apartment?â
âYes, I did!â James nodded enthusiastically.
Y/n sighed and gave her brother a sweet smile, âWhat did you not do today?â
âSo, you know how you told me to go to the pharmacy?â
âMhm.â Y/n nodded, âIndeed I do.â
âWell, they were out of my meds.â James informed, âI have to wait a week.â
âOh, Merlin.â
âOn the bright side!â James was already causing her a headache, âItâs gonna be a fantastic week! Iâve got so many things planned for us! Weâre gonna go-â
James continued to ramble as Y/n grabbed her keys, bag and slipped back on her shoes, âIâm going to Siriusâ!â
âThought you were my sister.â James faked pouting, and Y/n smiled, âI love you, but youâre crazy.â
âI love you too!â He yelled as she closed the door.
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The One With The Soulmate
~Notes: Hiya loves! This is a one shot from my The One With The Marauders series and Iâm just moving it here to Tumblr<3Â
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âYou are seriously insatiable tonight,â Remus rebukes, swatting Siriusâs hand away from where he was eagerly grabbing at his arse for another round of fun, positively delicious, bloody remarkable, mind-blowing fun. God Sirius thanks every deity above that he fell in love with such a secretive, little wildcat.
âOi, wasnât the whole purpose of this getting married shtick so we could do that whenever we please?â Sirius harrumphs, flopping back on their bed, starfished out as he watches his ridiculously beautiful husband dropping his towel to the floor and digging through their shared drawer for a new pair of pants. He really tries his damndest to not focus on how the dying evening light filters through their roomâs open window, bathing Remus in this resplendent, almost heavenly glow, turning the tips of his eyelashes as golden as his hair and caressing the dips and valleys of his lithe muscles, accentuating the smattering of freckles on his thighs and the dimples heâs got on the small of his back. God Sirius canât take his eyes off of him for even a moment. âBecause if not I reckon I can sue for false advertising.â
Remus only sniffs at him, affecting a lofty air as he pulls on the green, turtle net sweater that Sirius especially likes on him for how it brings out the amber flecks in Remusâs emerald eyes and how it hugs his physique in the exact right breath to show off how bloody good looking he is. âWe did that right when you came home from the firm, and then again in the shower less than five minutes ago. Donât tell me it was that forgettable?â He asks with a pointed hiking of the brow.
âNever my lovely little croissant,â Sirius contends hurriedly, popping up from his lounging position to snatch for Remusâs boney wrists, and dragging the shorter man down to sit in his still very naked lap. âYou are the best shag and handsomest fellow andââ Remus claps his hand over Siriusâs mouth, probably trying to come off stern, but Sirius could totally catch the way the corner of his lips begin to flinch upwardsâ heâs endeared and Sirius knows it.
âEnough of that bollocks, else Iâll get a cavity.â
âBut my beautiful crumpet, I want to sing your praises,â Sirius pouts mockingly, kisses the tip of his nose, while one of his well built arms slings around Remusâs slender waste, with his free hand slowly crawling up his inner thigh, thwarted nearly immediately by Remus standing up in a huff.Â
âLike a bloody mutt.â He scolds.
âOnly for you my delightfully delectable cabbage,â Sirius leers, finally standing up and taking the proffered slacks so to get ready for this little soiree Lilyâs law firm is holding for their fiftieth anniversary.
âWhen do you reckon these awful nicknames will drop off?â
âYouâre the one who said you like it when I speak French at you,â Sirius goads, smacking Remusâs pert arse as he struts into their master-bath.
âOi, when itâs spoken in the ruddy language, and not some awful accent youâve conjured up.â Remus counters moodily before he grabs for one of the colognes on their vanity, and Sirius only smiles privately to himself, so beyond besotted with him that itâs getting detrimental for his health, exhibit A being how he very nearly squirts his aftershave right into his eyes.
But God Remus is so worth it.
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 The ballroom of the swanky, Mayfair hotel is dressed up in all the opulence that should be expected for a soiree made up of the throng of stuffy, stuck up solicitors that are present. Sirius is not impressed in the slightest, even if he can work the room for one of these parties as effortlessly as breathing thanks to his upbringing as the son of a Lorde and Countess; though he still hates the ambiance of it all, so much so that it makes his skin crawl to this day, but he promised to be here and at least Remus is right besides him, with Siriusâs hand in his back pocket and hazel eyes flickering to him every few minutes or so, as if attuned to Sirius and all his mercurial moods.
God he loves him.
âAlice and I have been shagging non stop,â Frank says, which works well enough to bring Siriusâs attention away from wanting to drag Remus behind the champaign fountain so to have his wicked way with him, and back to the conversation theyâre all having; even if that means that instead of looking passive, Sirius is sneering over at Frank.
âDacorum man.â
Frank apologizes, beyond glum. âWe just donât know what to do. The doctors say that we shouldnât have this much difficulty with it, but we just checked before coming and still, nothing.â
âIâm sorry mate, thatâs awful.â Remus tells him, and Dorcas nods along, but Sirius just rolls his eyes.
âWeâre not even thirty yet for fuckâs sake,â he tells him. âMaybe âs a sign for you both to stop trying to ruin your lives with a baby.â
âShut it Sirius,â Dorcas hisses, kicking at his ankle hard enough to make him wince.
âOuch, hey! Iâm just saying, a kidâs a lot of responsibility, and commitment.â
âIâve been with Alice since we were seventeen Black,â Frank tells him hotly . âI think Iâm already properly committed.â
âThen whatâs the point of the kid!â
Frank raises his brows, floundering with no words as if he just could not comprehend Sirius and all his Sirius-ness, which is fair, the only two people whoâs been able to do as much turned out being his brother, (James), and his lover, (Remus)⌠Speaking of whichâŚ
âIâm sorry heâs acting like such an arse Frank, he doesnât mean it.â the sandy blonde says cooly, giving Sirius one of his looks that he usually keeps designated for his more rowdy students. âDo you.â
Sirius glares at him before looking back at Frank and nodding stiffly. âSorry mate, you and Flores would be marvelous parents, Iâm just being prickish.â
âNothing knew then,â Frank says, but itâs coupled with an amiable grin so Sirius knows heâs off the hook.
âRight, well why donât I make it up to you by grabbing you a drink? Yeah?â
âSee if theyâve got an iced white?â
âMe too Black,â Dorcas scoffs, doesnât even bother to look at him to make the command.
âRighto,â Sirius claps Frankâs shoulder with a friendly squeeze, winking at Dorcas and glancing over at Remus before he goes. âVodka tonic?â
âWith lemon please.â
Sirius nods, still pecks him on the lips even if theyâre sorta in a fight, as if Sirius could ever stay away for too long.
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By the grace of God, the open bar is mostly vacant, except for a familiar head of messy hair heâs considered family for over half his life.
âAll right Prongs?â
James pivots around, drinks already in hand and grinning at the sight of him. âWow, didnât even recognize you for a tick there Pads, you donât even have your hand plastered to Moonyâs bum!.â
Sirius smirks, tossing him a covert two finger salute as he saddles up besides him and orders the round of drinks. âWhat can I say Prongsy, the cheeky bugger made me vow to have it there constantly, canât just jilt my bloke like that, can I?â
James grimaces with a roll of the eyes, and Siriusâs far accustomed to that look of exasperation from him by now. âYouâre a mutt.â
âWould you believe you arenât the first person to say that to me within the last hour?â
âGod save our poor Moony.â
âOh God doesnât have to worry, Iâm taking care of him just fine.â
âAre you being gross about my best friend,â Lily asks as she struts up towards them, looking like an absolute diamond, even if her nose is wrinkled indelicately.
âArenât I always in your opinion?â Sirius asks cheekily, trying to balance the four drinks in his grasp before she just rolls her eyes and grabs the flutes of wine for Frank and Dorcas.
âYour impossible prat-ness aside, I actually think you being all grossly territorial over Remus tonight is actually a good thing.â
âTHatâs a first,â James says, but Sirius can only glare, suspicious.
âWhyâs that? Oi! Donât tell me that absolute plonker Dearborn is here!â
âOh God no,â Lily startles, shaking her head as if the thought was too insane to even fathom. ââS just the firmâs just hired this new bloke and Iâm really quite positive that heâs Remâs soulmate.â
âLily! Donât say that!â James balks, glancing over at Sirius worriedly, but he in turn only laughs at the magnitude of the statement.
âJesus, Evans, didnât think you believed in that ridiculous shite?â
ââS not ridiculous Sirius! And yeah, âcourse I do, like James and I are definitely soulmates.â She twists slightly so to kiss the curve of Jamesâs jaw, making him go a bit blotchy. Poor gitâs wrapped around her littlest finger.
âAnd what? You reckon Remus and I are just here to kill some time?â
âNo, donât be a pillock,â Lily reproves. ââs just heâs his soulmate is all.â
Okay, Siriusâs amusement has officially given way to irritation, and he twists his head so to scowl down at her as they make their way to the others. âAlright Evans, explain yourself then, yeah? Tell me how heâs Moonyâs supposed soulmate.
âWell heâs French.â
âI speak French.â
âHeâs got amazing, blonde hair.â
âIâve got amazing, black hair.â
âHe majored in literature just like Remus.â Lily says airily, knowing that Sirius canât match that being an architect himself.
âWellâ I read all that snotty shite Remus asks me too.â He huffs, and Lily answers with a shrug to her delicate shoulders.
âFine then, Iâm wrong. Youâve got nothing to worry bout.â
She struts off to their little lump of friends as if to cut the conversation off completely, and Sirius is perfectly find with that. Sheâs acting off her bloody rocker. But, if Sirius stands closer to Remus than usual for the rest of the night, or if he ends up kissing his temple whenever he feels like someone is watching them, or if he glares at one of the blokes working catering after deigning to offer Remus an empanadaâ Well thatâs Siriusâs business and his alone. Heâs not intimidated by this soulmate shite, for fuckâs sake. Itâs not like heâs trying to stave off the bastard or something. He does all of that simply because Remus is his husband now, and he loves getting to show that off to all onlookers, even the ones who may or may not be Remusâs soulmate.
 .-
 âWeâve got dinner with Reggie and his latest girlfriend tonight,â Remus tells Sirius the following Tuesday, tossing the scarf his mother had gifted him last Christmasâ with a matching one for Siriusâ over his shoulder as they stroll around to the front of the Three Broomsticks for their morning coffees, hands linked and the early winter snow catching in both sets of their lashes.Â
And God does Sirius love the sound of that, of their schedules overlapping, becoming one almost. Loves the idea that where ever one goes the other follows. Sirius knows that theyâve both have their demons, from Siriusâs neglect and emotional abuse as a childâ occasionally sprinkled with a good smack or two if his mother was particularly fuming. To Remusâs complex of never feeling like he can ever be enough, and the way Lyall had acted for years after Remus had come out to his parents as gay, coupled with his multiple hospital visits as a lad until they finally figured out his lupus diagnosis. But theyâre better, so much fucking better now. Plenty of the credit going to the remarkable group of friends whom theyâve picked up along the way, but another huge chunk was finding one another, and Sirius knows it in his bones. Knows that there couldnât be anyone else for him, and sure he knows Remus sometimes deserves more, deserves betterâ But heâs chosen him, heâs chosen Sirius. He loves Sirius. And itâs remarkable and unbelievable and amazing, and Sirius holds onto the sensation of it with hungry piety.
âLove? Did you hear that?â
Sirius jolts back to the moment, and smiles softly down at him, kissing the corner of Remusâs mouth in penance. âYes, of course gorgeous. I didnât forget, Iâll be home early and maybe we can have a lie down before leaving if youâve finished grading those papers?â
Remusâs laugh right then is like the most splendid instrument Sirius has ever heard, light and magical and warm as a bonfire. âTry to be good and maybe.â He tells him with a cold fingered tapping of his nose before he flounces off to the main counter to order for them.
Sirius doesnât know how long he stares after him instead of grabbing the gangâs typical seats up front, but is startled when he hearâs a choked out noise coming from behind him and sees Lily, panic faced and eyes wandering frantically.
âOi, whatâs squirming up your arse Evans.â He asks her suspiciously, thick brows furrowed.
âI didnât know you guys would be here,â she explains so quickly that her words begin to crash into one another. âOh bloody hell, the one time I have a late start!â
She stomps her foot and Sirius shoots her a fully fledged glower. âWhat is making you so damn barmy for Christâs sake.â
Lily parts her lips, but no noise comes out, because right then someone follows her indoors, a very familiar someone if only based off of descriptions. A very tall, very blonde, very smiley looking someone.
Sirius hates him right on sight.
âIâm sorry I took so long at that shop Lily, my mother loves these, how do you say, snow globes?â The stranger says, shaking one for emphasis with Big Ben set in the center.
âRidiculous tourist trinkets is more like it,â Sirius practically snarls, which earns him a confused look by the blonde and a tired one by Lily.
âRight then, well Sirius thisâs Thomas Martin, Thomas this is Sirius Black.â
âLupin-Black now, ta Lils.â
âOh,â Thomas says, blue eyes blinking wearily. âNice to meet you, ah, Sirius.â He extends his hand, and when Sirius shakes it he makes sure to feel the blokeâs bones crushing together, just so he understands who exactly heâs speaking with.
The French arse eventually pulls away, pinning Sirius with a one eyed squint as he curls and stretches his fingers.
âOh God,â Lily groans, leading them to their spot and depositing herself onto the sofa with absolute exasperation, and Sirius only continues to glare at Thomas as he sits besides her, growing stiffer once Remus returns.
âOh, hiya Lils,â he smiles, handing Sirius his drink before flickering his gaze to the fucking Frenchman.
ââlo love, thisâs the newest hire at the firm, Thomas. Thomas, thisâs my best mate, Remus.â She introduces quickly, the fucking trader.
âRemus?â Thomas asks, dimpling down at Siriusâs fucking husband with bright eyes. And Sirius has to curl his fists so not to punch him right in the sodding face, only growing angrier when Remus chuckles and ducks his head, like he was nervous by him! Like he thought he was in fact very good looking and very charming and his damn soulmate.
âYeah, blame that on my mum, she was big into the classics.â
Thomasâs grin widens even more and Sirius feels the pulse on his neck beginning to throb. âNo, itâs very charming. My Grandfather was very, erm, focussed on those studies as well? Begged my parents to name me Enkidu. They thankfully refused.â
Remus laughs fully now, and Sirius wants to a punch a wall. It took him literal months to make Remus laugh like thatâ genuine and glimmering and gorgeous. âLucky bloke. Though I do have to admit that Gilgamesh is a favorite of mine, I think Iâve read the epic twenty times over.â
âOh mine too,â the fucking Frenchman says, stepping closer to Remus and now in front of Sirius fully, gambling bravely that Sirius wouldnât try to cap him right here. âIf you ask me however, I do believe that he and Enkidu are more than just, friends.â His eyes flicker down to Remusâs lips for a split second and when he looks back up his face is positively leering.
Sirius sees red.
âGod, so nice to finally talk to someone who gets it, the professors I work under are usually so painfully heteronormative that itâs crippling.â Remus tells him, smiling kindly.
âOh, Iâm the furthest away from that, I assure you.â
He winks! He fucking winks! Sirius swears to God! He sees the bastard winking at his husband! His fucking husband! What the bloody hell does he think that platinum band on Remusâs finger matching Siriusâs own is suppose to represent! Holy shit!
âIâd love to read anything you have on the subject, most things translated to French are a bit clunky.â
Heâs trying to ask him out! Right here! Right in front of Sirius! Sirius is going to strangle his snail swallowing neck! Thankfully, Lily must sense his inner turmoil because she interjects their conversation right then, asking Thomas to grab her a jasmine tea.
âOh yes of course,â he nods congenially, rounding back on Remus before he leaves. âWould you like a pastry? On me.â
Is he trying to ask Remus to eat it off of him? What the hell! It took nearly a year of them fucking for Sirius to get Remus to bring food in the bedroom, to get to watch Remus lick the chocolate syrup off his cock. And what? Does he think heâs even got a chance so quickly!
âOh, thatâs sweet,â Remus grins and a part of Sirius dies on the inside. âBut Iâll come tag along, yeah? I love talking about this stuff and Sirius absolutely hates this ancient rubbish.â
âI do not! I think these dead blokes are very interesting,â he harrumphs, heated, with pouting lips and crossed arms. But Remus only tosses back his head with uninhibited laughter in response, which makes the fucking Frenchman beam that bit brighter.
âAfter you,â he says with a swish of the hand.
Sirius is going to be tried for murder, and heâs not even sorry about it.
ââs okay love,â Lily reassures him, patting his head dotingly. âWeâll find you someone new.â
âI hate you Evans!â
âDonât blame the messenger!â
Sirius is about to tell her just how much he does exactly that, but then he catches on the fucking Frenchman putting his hand over Remusâs to prevent him from sliding over his card and all the fight leaves him in an instant.
 .-
 Sirius ended up not even going to the on sight location for the latest project heâs heading at the firm. He instead spent the bulk of the morning and part of the afternoon grinding his teeth as Remus spoke and barbed and giggled with the fucking Frenchman, like he was enjoying himself. And it was torture, watching the way they naturally clicked and got onâ Literal fucking torture.
Sirius is still fuming as they sit in front of his younger brother and his newest bird, a pretty girl named Amal, whoâs just graduated from a posh, fashion institute in the north of France. And Christ itâs like heâs being bombarded with the idea of that country all day.
âGod that mustâve been such a wonderful experience,â Remus says, smiling as she leans forwards with a grin, speaking louder over the chatter of the busy sushi joint they had all agreed upon.
âOh yes, the cuisine was simply unmatched, even if I did end up missing London, being home and all. Though Iâm afraid my French is seriously dwindling compared to my English and Arabic now.â
âYou should ask Reggie to practice with you, I know I love it when Sirius speaks the language.â He winks right then, making Amal crow with laughter and Regulus roll his eyes fondly. But Sirius stays peeved off with his hinged jaw, absolutely seething.
âBet my hopeless brother recites poetry to you and everything, rose in his mouth and all.â
Remus laughs and Sirius suddenly has the horrid image of the fucking Frenchman doing as much outside the window to their bedroom, and is furious all over again.
âWell Reggie, Remus here does fancy all things French, foods and wines and blokes and just the whole lot.â
âWell good, we have something in common,â Amal snickers, lacing her hand through Regulusâs own over the tabletop. Sirius and Remus havenât held hands since the waitress brought out their drinks, and remembering as much makes Sirius take a swig of his ail, hating everything.
âYes well, you can say itâs Remusâs soulmate, France I mean.â He says, words beginning to slur. âHeâs meant for French food and wines and blokes, innit true love? Youâd prefer a French bloke?â
Amal frowns and Regulus pins him with a one eyed squint, befuddled. But Sirius only gathers his wits about him when Remus clammers noisily out his chair and tugs on his arm to follow suit.
âReg order us the specials yeah? And a round of spring rolls,â he instructs, words clipped, and a small dent peeking out between his brows, like it does when heâs especially annoyed. âCâmon Sirius we need to talk.â
âBut thatâd be awfully rude,â Sirius retorts, already hates the flat, fuming tone Remus is speaking with, and feels good and properly nervous for the impending argument.
âThey have one another, âs fine. Now letâs go.â
Sirius concedes and pretends it doesnât feel like heâs being lead to the gallows.
.-
âAll right prick,â Remus huffs, rounding on Sirius right after he locks the door to the single user loo. âWhat has gotten you in such a bloody awful mood.â
Sirius sniffs, arms crossed against his chest and his head tilted imperiously. âIâm peachy.â
âYouâve been acting like an arse ever since we had coffee with Lily,â Remus counters, reproving.
âActually love, if you didnât notice, Lily left about halfway through you and the blondeâs little clucking session.â
Remus furrows his brows now, pillowy lips pinched and looking lost as hell. âYouâre angry because Lily left for work?â
âOh for bloody hell Remus!â Sirius erupts, tossing his arms in the air. âIâm angry because you met your ruddy soulmate and now youâre going to ride off into the sunset withâm and read French poetry together while eating cheese and bread and talking about highbrow shit like Aeneid!â
Remus startles backwards, long lashes flapping and mouth gaped open. âOh Christ, youâve gone absolutely barmy. Youâre mad.â
âYouâre not helping.â
âI feel like I should call someone about my husband going bloody mental.â
âI repeat. Not. Helping.â
âWhat in hell has convinced you that this random bloke is my soulmate?â Remus asks, back to being patient as ever.
âLily!â Sirius shouts. âShe told me that you and the fucking Frenchman are soulmates! And sheâs right okay! Sheâs bloody spot on.â
Remus rolls back his entire head now, groaning out, âYou are such an idiot.â
âReal nice Moons,â Sirius frowns, doesnât even know how to feel now, the anger seeping out of him the longer heâs standing besides Remus, leaving an awful, clawing abandonment in its wake.
âDid you ever once think to ask me what I think of the damn concept of soulmates? Hmm?â He asks, single brow hiked with pure condescension.
And oh.
Sirius is stuck for a minute there, doesnât see an out to the question. âWellâŚ. Ermââ
âWell if you had asked, like a normal sodding bloke! I woldâve told you that I married you because I know your my soulmate you arse! And it isnât because of some ridiculous notion of stardust or providence or whatever else. Itâs because we grew together, and we fight for one another, and even when youâre being a complete prick or weâre arguing like mad youâre the only one I want. Only person I can ever see myself with, the only person I want to try this hard for. The only fucking person I ever want to call my husband! My partner! lover!â
âOh.â Sirius breathes out, all his fears being strangled by the conviction embedded into Remusâs words.Â
And itâs like all of Siriusâs insides melt, like all the adoration and love and reverence he holds for Remus is pooling in his stomach and threatening to pour out his every orifice. And God he canât even inhale, only scrambles to lock his hands around Remusâs cheeks and press his head against Remusâs own.
âYeah? You really think that.â
âHell, I thought the wedding and all wouldâve made that clear.â
Sirius chuckles, only lightly, his thumb dragging beneath Remusâs eye tenderly. âGod I love you, so endlessly. Please forgive me for being an idiot?â
âYeah, I suppose Iâll keep you around,â Remus teases, bouncing on the balls of his feet to kiss Siriusâs nose and lock his arms around his neck, and the sensation of itâ them knotted into one anotherâ could never be replicated in a thousand years, not like this, not like them.Â
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10 Days of Summer - Chapter 1
Hi so no one was really seeing this over on ao3 and I worked really hard on it, so I decided to give it a shot over here. The next 9 chapters will be coming soon, so follow me or the tag to see them!
- Mia x
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It was the hottest summer Buckinghamshire had ever seen. The rolling fields were dusted with the final remnants of spring, as the less-resilient plants wilted and those suited to the sweltering conditions flourished. The sun sat high in the sky for so long that one began to wonder if the night would ever come. Of course, it always did, but was rarely accompanied by any sort of liberation from the fervor.
The only relief to be gleaned from the unnerving sensation of being cooked in your own skin could be found in the cool waters of a large, clear lake that sat beside a homely manor, nestled in the hills of the county. Hidden beneath the outstretched branches of various trees, the lake had been subject to many a morning swim or late-night gathering over the years. It was here, in fact, that the four marauders could be found, on the hottest day of August, 1975.
With Euphemia and Fleamont gone to France for the summer, the boys had taken the opportunity to spend their last 2 weeks at the Potter estate. Of course, Jamesâ parents had been reluctant to let the boys stay there without a set of rules, and so they created a long list of guidelines, all of which the marauders had plans to break before their return to Hogwarts on the 1st of September. It had already been four blissful days of this, and they still had 10 to go when we join the group.
Sprawled in their various positions around the lake, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew were all basking the shade of the trees, simply taking in this pocket of bliss they had found in a world that was becoming increasingly more war-like with each passing second. The sun was shining overhead and they were with each other. And in that moment, that was all they needed.
The silence was broken with a loud splash, followed by an indignant âOI!â Remus clambered out of the water and up the bank, his eyes fixed on is assailant, vengeance in his expression.
âYou fucking moron! I was reading! You could have thrown any one of them into the lake! Merlin knows a good dip wouldâve done Peter some good, but no! You had to choose me!â His outburst was cut short when he got close enough to take in Siriusâ expression. His face, far from showing any signs of regret, instead bore his signature Sirius Black smirk. One corner of his mouth was upturned, his nose scrunched in a way that suggested both innocence and the opposite. It was an expression that, on anyone else, would have looked out-of-place and frankly stupid, but that befitted Siriusâ features perfectly. Remus had often marveled at how it drew out his devilishly handsome side.
Having lost his train of thought completely, his wand limp in his hand, Remus decided the best thing to do was to go and find a nice warm patch of sun in which to dry off. Sirius, however, had other plans. Remus had barely taken two steps toward his towel before he was grabbed around the waist and thrown, for the second time that day, headfirst into the water.
Sinking was an enjoyable feeling. Down there, in the water, nothing could hurt you. It was all up to you. Sound became nothing but a detached concept, and time joined it in its alienation. You could sink forever, simply being engulfed by the soft waves of the water, and emerge not a second later. Remus did just that. As his head broke the surface, spluttering, he lashed out wildly and managed to grab hold of an ankle. Pulling hard, the owner of said ankle tumbled into the lake next to him, and Remus soon found himself floating, face to face, with Sirius, once again bearing that ridiculous grin.
As both of the boys tried to catch their breath, time stopped. And it was just them. Remus and Sirius, Sirius and Remus. Floating in that never-ending pool of possibilities. Breaths became heavy as an invisible force seemed to draw them closer, closer.
Their noses were nearly touching now Remus could see every detail of Siriusâ eyes from here. He could almost pinpoint the exact place where blue leaked into grey, which leaked into black. It was strange, really, how anyoneâs eyes could be so captivating. Almost a point of curiosity. Eyes had a purpose. They captured light, which was then translated into information, which was then processed by the brain to take in the personâs surroundings. So why did all logic defy Siriusâ eyes to be so beautiful? They had no reason to be. It wasnât to make it easier to see. It wasnât to draw in a mate (because merlin, he needed no help with that), so why? Their breath mingled in the moist summer air, their lips inches apart. It was taking every ounce of restraint that Remus had in his not to close the gap and snog his best mate senseless, but then again, that was the norm when you were secretly in love with your best friend.
The tensions was shattered by the snap of a book closing.
âAlright, boys, Iâm boredâ, James announced, stowing Quidditch Through the Ages in the small bag he had brought down from the house. The boys sprung apart, all nervous coughing and straightening of hair. Remus hurriedly turned his back on his â what, crush? It was more than that. But he knew one thing for certain; now was not the time to figure it out. This was what he told himself as he climbed up the bank and rolled out onto the grass.
In an attempt to restore himself to his former state of nonchalance, Remus rolled his eyes sarcastically (quite successfully, given the situation he was actually thinking about).
âYouâre reading that book again? Youâve barely taken your hands off of it all summer!â, he said, pulling Sirius up the bank after him (and definitely not thinking about the sensation of his friendâs warm, wet hand in his).
Sirius grinned. âAw, lay off him Rem. This is the first year Lily had gotten him a birthday present. Honestly, I would be concerned if he read it any less than a thousand times.â
This comment was met with a playful shove from James, but the lovesick boy couldnât hide his grin at the recollection of Lilyâs favor. James shook the memory from his mind (with difficulty, it seemed).
âIâm bored. Letâs go to town, grab a milkshake or something.â
Sirius, always keen for an outing to the muggle town that was located less than a kilometer from the Pottersâ house, agreed almost immediately. Peter followed suit at the mention of food, and began rummaging in his pocket for the stash of muggle money his parents had granted him for the holiday. Remus was somewhat more reluctant.
âI donât know guys. Itâll be dark soon, and I donât really want to go walking around a strange village in the middle of the night.â
âItâs not a strange village, Rem! Jamie grew up here!â (The use of the less-than-favorable nickname earned Sirius yet another shove). âPlus⌠thereâs an antiques store. And last time I was there the owner said theyâd be getting a new stock of books in this summer.â
âYou know me too wellâ, Remus caved, and packed up his stuff. They went and dropped off their things at the main house, got changed into some town-going clothes and headed for the road that led down into the charming muggle settlement of Padbury.
**
It really was a lovely little town. Old cottages with thatched roofs skirted the border, with carefully-trimmed gardens of heather and honeysuckle. A beautiful old church sat in the town center, with a clock tower and a bell that frankly, shouldnât still be operational, given itâs age. But, as many things in the town of Padbury, it seemed to be denied the effects of the passage of time, and instead chimed beautiful notes out over the countryside every hour.
The main road took the boys right into the middle of the town, where a collection of stores seemed to be waiting for them. The town square had everything, ranging from mechanics to diners, from supermarkets to florists. And, nestled in between a non-descript restaurant and a lavender-adorned wall, was a beautiful little antique store. Remus made a beeline for it, but was stopped in his tracks by Jamesâ hand on his wrist.
âCome on Remus. Letâs go check out that comic-book store first! I love muggle comics, theyâre so cornyâŚâ
Remus sighed, knowing that very few people could ever change his friendâs mind, and began to follow him across the street. But fortunately, Sirius was one of the people capable of performing that miraculous feat, and, in that moment, happened to be on Remusâ side.
âCâmon James. Remy doesnât want to spend hours with you oggling at randos in spandex and getting inspiration for your next move at Evans. You take Pete over to the comic-book store, and Remus and I will go to the antiques shop.â Sirius shot a smile Remusâ way, which managed to both make his heart beat a million miles a second and stop it altogether.
James scoffed. âWhat do you want with an antique shop?â
âI have to get something for Reggieâs birthday, and he loves old dusty books and things. Plus, I have no desire to spend any amount of time dicussing whether or not Lily would think it was funny if you dressed up as Superman for halloween.â
Without giving James a chance to retort, Sirius dragged Remus back across the street and into the antique store before he even had a chance to register what was going on.
The second they entered the store, the rest of the world fell away. Somehow, the noise of the bustling street outside was silenced, and the only sound that could be heard was the ticking of an ancient grandfather clock that stood in the corner. Remus revolved on the spot, taking in every inch of the sequestered nook that they had just stumbled upon. Ornate carvings of all sorts sat in the windows, varying from animals to sprawling, intricate landscapes. Tapestries and paintings hung on the walls, each a moment of time, perfectly captured and eternalised on canvas. Furniture, bits and pieces and other oddments that had washed up in this place over the years were scattered haphazardly around the room, making for a display of authenticity that, although was now mostly gone from the world, seemed to have survived in this tiny corner of the English countryside. And the books. Oh, the books. They lined ever wall, and were stacked 10 high on shelves. Strewn and slid into every nook and cranny where they would fit. Not in any way categorized, but instead exactly where they were always meant to be. Delicate printings of Jules Verne, Ernest Hemmingway and even Shakespeare were mixed in with books as common as The Very Hungry Caterpillar. Remus closed his eyes and breathed. He breathed in the smell of dust and time. He breathed in the taste of the years these books had seen, the years he might catch a glimpse of between their pages. Be breathed because here, he could.
A soft hand rested on his shoulder and an even softer voice pulled him, somewhat reluctantly, from his reverie.
âRem?â
Remus opened his eyes. It was Sirius. God, it was always Sirius.
âIâm going to look over here for something for Reggieâ, he gestured to the carvings in the windows. âYou take your time, okay? We have all day. Hell, we have all summer.â
Remus could do no more than nod as the comfortable weight on his shoulder lifted and he found himself alone again.
**
An hour and a half later, the boys exited the store with more books than anyone could possibly read, and two small, hollow carved flowers that Sirius had plans to enchant so that he could send his brother messages by placing a note inside his, and having it be transported to Regulusâ.
They met up with James and Peter in the diner, and ordered four caramel milkshakes. When they came, Sirius whipped out his flask and added a little âextra flavourâ, as he liked to call it. When the boys had finished their concoctions, they started to head home. However, it was quickly discovered that with the combined weight of Remusâ books, Siriusâ wooden flowers and Jamesâ numerous gifts that he had gotten for Lily (âMaybe we should have gone with him, you know, for impulse controlâŚâ), it was going to be all but impossible to walk back to the manor. And so was hatched what was simultaneously the best and worst idea any of the marauders ever had. To rent a motorbike.
All they had to do was walk down to the mechanic down the street and rent one of the bikes they had going. They would only need it for a day, and would bring it back tomorrow. And so, the combined riches of James and Sirius making cost something of a trivial topic, the plan was enacted. The books were placed in a basket on the front, which was lowered so that Sirius could see. Jamesâ takings from the trip were strapped (with slightly excessive security methods) to the back, and the flowers were placed in the side bags. After a few failed attempts at getting the bike started and close calls for the wooden ornaments, Sirius managed to be riding along next to the other boys at a steady pace. It took them no more than 20 minutes to get back home, at which point it occurred to them all that they were wizards, and could have easily bewitched all of the objects to float along beside them as they walked.
The boys ended the night collapsed around the living room fire. James charmed it so that it kept them cool, rather than warm, and Sirius entertained himself by making multi-coloured rainbows blossom from his wand. In the firelight, he looked over at Remus and smiled. Not a smirk, not a grin, a smile. And that smile what all it took for Remus to realise that he was totally and completely done-for. He was in love.
As Sirius went back to blowing bubbles, Remus began to drift off to sleep. The last coherent thought that entered his mind that night was this:
Merlin, itâs going to be a long 10 days.
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Friends
Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader
Warnings:Â cursing, jealousy, idk man
Word Count:Â 2643
Summary: Friends get jealous when theyâre interested in other people, right?
A/N: So, my hand is doing better, but I am still healing. Anyway, have this in the meantime. There will probably be typos since all of this is typed with my non-dominant hand, and I havenât edited it.Â
âWeâre friends.â
That phrase came up too often in any conversation regarding Sirius and you. Friends since third year, you were two peas in a pod. Witty banter and playful teasing were your trademark. Even James couldnât compete with your sharp wits whenever Sirius and you were remotely near each other. Naturally, it prompted a lot of curiosity from anyone who noticed the kind of friendship you had. You constantly had to assure people that Sirius and you werenât flirting, and it was simply your sense of humor.
Still, every time the excuse left your lips, waves of mixed emotions involuntarily stormed inside you. You knew Sirius wasnât just your friend. You definitely wouldnât feel comfortable talking to Remus or Lily the way you acted with Sirius. He wasnât officially more than a friend, though, and you didnât want him to be. That would be messy. You liked things the way they were, with Sirius as whatever he was to you, sans any label.
However, sixth year, Sirius began dating a nice girl from Ravenclaw. He never dated, so of course, your friends gossiped about it whenever they could. You couldnât count how many times youâd been asked for your opinion on her. You didnât care much to be honest. Sirius would go on a date or two, probably get bored, and break up with her. Things would return to normal after that.
Weeks past, but they hadnât broken it off. You werenât too bothered, except for the fact that the Sirius you knew and loved began to disappear. There were no more snarky remarks or teasing pet names, and the lack of his presence had you feeling a bit hurt. One night, you mustâve been scribbling angrily on your essay since James snickered under his breath. He sat across the table while he folded parchment into paper planes, smirking, âTake it easy, Y/N. Whatâd that parchment ever do to you.â You rolled your eyes at him and returned to your work. He obviously wasnât satisfied, so he plucked your quill from your hand to stop your writing. âCâmon, whatâs up?â
âItâs not a big deal. Iâm just upset Sirius is completely ignoring me in favor of a girl who heâs gonna break up with any second now, you know? We havenât spoken in four days. The last time we talked, he couldnât even form one good comeback to anything I said. He just gave me this condescending, almost pitiful, look. Merlin, heâs acting like a prick.â
âAw,â James cooed, âsomeoneâs jealous.â
âHell yeah, Iâm jealous. He hardly knows her. Iâve been his friend for years.â
James sat back in his seat with a sigh. âWell, if it helps,â he confessed, âI donât think sheâs right for him either⌠I really donât know why heâs with her.â
A beat of silence settled over you both until a hint of an idea sparked in the back of your mind. âYou know,â you reluctantly mumbled your proposal, âwe could always give him a taste of his own medicine.â
âYou really want to get under his skin, donât you?â Your fingers began to trace over the wooden table in front of you to spare yourself from Jamesâs knowing gaze. James simply beamed deviously. âIâm in.â
âReally?â
âHell yeah! Letâs get everyone together tomorrow to play a quidditch scrimmage,â He recommended. âItâll be perfect!â
âŚ
Captains Dorcas and James stood with their brooms in hand opposite the line of the players. James was the first to choose a player.
âY/N, get your adorable ass over here.â
You rolled your eyes with a smile across your lips before you trudged over beside James, pausing to whisper into his ear, âReally? Thatâs what you choose to say?â
This prompted James to smile to himself while you returned your attention to the draft. Once youâd decided who was on which team, your teammates began discussing whoâd play which position. When you usually played, James, Sirius, and you were chasers. James always distracted the other team while Sirius and you made the real moves to score. You three were a well-oiled machine, always on the same wavelength. Until now.
âHey, Y/N,â Sirius interrupted your strategy conversation with James to ask, âwould it be cool if we changed things up a bit and switched you with my princess for our third chaser today?â
Containing your shock as best as you could, you brushed it off. âOf course. I feel like playing beater anyway.â You gave James a smirk before continuing to him, âThat is, unless you canât bear to part with me.â
âIâm tempted to say I canât, but you can do wonders with a bat, sweetheart.â
âDonât call me sweetheart, Potter,â I smiled at him teasingly, causing Sirius to quietly huff in annoyance.
âWhatever you say, sweetheart.â At that, James strode away from the conversation, leaving you shaking your head while Sirius tried keep from glaring in Jamesâs direction.
âHey, Aileen,â you called to your Hufflepuff teammate after a moment, âI need a second beater. You up for it?â
âDefinitely!â she agreed while tossing a bat your way. Remus decided to play keeper, and Marlene was a perfect choice for seeker.
Now, everyone was ready for the scrimmage, so the game began. James was a bit thrown off without you as a chaser, and with Sirius focused more on his girlfriend than the game, your team fell behind with the current strategy, 30 â 0.
You met Jamesâs gaze at one point, and you could tell he was nodding at you to change the strategy. Flying past Aileen on your way to him and the other chasers, you quickly mentioned, âWeâre zoning. Play offense, Iâll stay on defense.â
She took your direction by flying towards the other side of the field, to assist a bludger currently giving the other team some difficulty. The other MIA bludger wasnât anywhere you could see, so you tried distracting the other team in the meantime.
Whizzing through the maze of players, you noticed Sirius had the quaffle. As you approached him, he passed it off to his girlfriend despite James being in a better position to score. Your friend looked at you while flying and nodded towards the missing bludger returning straight towards her. Just when you were about to fly to it, James nodded towards Sirius. You knew exactly what he was thinking, and you liked his idea more than youâd ever admit.
Your broom took off towards the bludgerâs target, and just when it was about to knock her off her broom, you swung your bat as hard as you could physically manage. The bludger went barreling at another angle, but you lost your balance in the process, and fell off your broom for a second. Thankfully, you were able to remount it sideways and continue flying just in time to see Sirius duck below the speeding bludger youâd knocked his way.
With Sirius absent from his spot, James swooped in to steal the pass from his girlfriend. You couldâve sworn Remus was laughing from his position on the field when his friend took the opportunity to score ten more points. Now the score 30 â 10.
Springing into action the second you noticed, Marlene sped into a swan dive towards the snitch with Frank, the other seeker, beside her. You followed them slower while you searched for a bludger to distract Frank when Aileen spotted you. She helped you out by whacking one your way, and you barely had enough time to redirect it within an inch of your friends. Since they were getting closer to the gound, the bludger spooked Frank enough for Marlene to gain a decent lead, and she grabbed the fleck of gold within the minute.
âWe win!â James shouted, prompting your entire team to erupt in cheers. Well, the entire team except for Sirius, who still seemed to be angry about the bludger youâd sent his way. However, you ignored him just like youâd planned.
All the players were making their way back to solid ground with orders from James and Dorcas. As soon as you dismounted your broom, familiar arms wrapped around your waist to pick you up. âThat was an AMAZING shot! You won us the game!â
âJames put me down!â
âHeâs right, Y/N!â Marlene cheered, âyou had my back there. Couldnât have done it without you!â
James finally put you down, so you could reply to Marlene. âThanks, but without your flying, the whole thing wouldâve been in vain. Donât sell yourself short because I hit a ball.â
âSheâs right,â agreed Dorcas, âYou guys all won fair and square.â
âNow letâs all get cleaned up. Itâs almost time for dinner.â Remus was, of course, the one to suggest freshening up, so everyone slowly returned to the castle once the balls and brooms were all put away. Sirius was still pouting when you locked up the shed of equipment, and he even waved his girlfriend off when she tried to get him to talk, so she instead caught up with Marlene and Dorcas. You couldnât suppress the spring in your step while walking to catch up.
However, you unexpectedly laughed when James snuck up behind you to whisper âwinner, winner chicken dinnerâ in your ear and tickle your sides before he ran ahead of you to avoid your wrath. He fell in step with Sirius, but when James began to talk, Sirius wasnât having any of it.
âMerlin, that was fun!â Sirius kept quiet, pretending that he didnât hear James speaking. âEverything okay, mate?â Attempting to get away from him, Sirius sped up his pace, so James gradually fell behind. James brushed it off with a roll of his eyes before he slowed his pace to fall in step with you.
âThe fuck was that about?â you inquired, watching Sirius stomp up into the castle.
He shrugged. âNo idea. Maybe the plan is working too well.â
Even back in their dorm, Sirius entirely refused to acknowledge James, so he tried again when they were the last two in their room. âGot any plans after dinner? I had an idea I wanted to run by you to get Snivellus back for saying those nasty things about that sweet Hufflepuff muggleborn.â
Sirius simply huffed a sigh, paying no attention.
âAlright, mate.â James was fed up. âThe fuck is up with you? Youâve been acting like an utter prick since the scrimmage.â
âOh!â Sirius mustâve been on the last straw too. âIâm the prick here? Well excuse me. You should probably take a long look in the mirror before you go around saying Iâm the prick.â
âWhat?â
âI almost got taken out today with a bludger today when Y/N hit it straight towards me! Iâm your best friend, and you have the nerve to tell her, âgood job!â Do you want me in the hospital wing or something? I swear, I could be bleeding out right in front of you, and you wouldnât even notice if she was anywhere near us! Besides, you were looking quite cozy with her. Here, I thought you were after Evans. But then again, I must not be a good enough friend for you to tell me that you decided to peruse Y/N instead.â
âShe didnât âalmost take you out with a bludgerâ. It was headed straight for your girlfriend. She probably didnât have anywhere else to hit it and knew you could handle it if she hit it your way. After all, the two of you are friends. You remind everyone of that on a daily basis. Y/N and I are friends too. Nothing more. Just because I hang out with her doesnât mean I donât like Lily. Are you the only person allowed to be Y/Nâs friend now, because I think thatâs her choice, not yours! Even if I was crushing on her, what does it matter? Sheâs single. Iâm single. Itâs not like itâs a crime or anything. You and your girlfriend were two single people who liked each other. Iâm friends with her too despite her throwing off our entire quidditch flow. You donât see me being a little bitch about it.â
Sirius was quick to defend himself. âThatâs different.â
âHow on earth is that different?â
âIt just is.â
James almost laughed at his friendâs reasoning. He was about to crack. âNo, itâs not.â
âYes, it is!â
âHow the fuck is itââ
âBecause Iâm crazy about her! Okay James!â
âY/N?â James already knew the answer, but playing dumb was too fun.
âNo, fucking Helga Hufflepuff, dickhead.â
âSo why are you dating someone else?â
âBecause I can either suffer in silence, which Iâm sick and tired of, or I can get over this stupid crush. Itâs pathetic.â
âOr,â James nearly laughed out loud, âyou could grow a pair and ask her out like a normal person?â
âYouâre shitting me, right?â
âNo. Just tell her. Kiss her for Godricâs sake. I donât care. Just put us all out of our misery.â
Sirius didnât even bother to say anything more on the subject. He was already rushing out of the room in search of you. James was right. Dating other people wasnât working for him. Plus, he wasnât spending nearly as much time with you, and the combination of it all made him feel worse than the whole suffering in silence thing.
After he accomplished one last thing, he caught sight of you humming a tune while strolling through a corridor on your way to the Great Hall. He took your hand when he was about to pass by you, urgently stuffing the two of you into a cupboard and shutting the door. Before you had a chance to ask what was going on, he slammed his lips against yours.
You couldnât think. The way his hands gently caressed up the sides of your waist had your eyes fluttering closed. His lips were slightly chapped from the game, but yours were in the same condition. Gently threading your hands through his dark, silky hair, you turned your head the slightest bit to deepen the kiss. Had he always smelled this nice? You had no idea, and you didnât care. All that mattered was the goosebumps his fingers left wherever they went. Gently cupping your cheek with one hand, his touch dipped down your jaw and your neck.
Your eyes snapped open. Removing your fingers from raking across his scalp and clinging to his neck, you shoved him away. Thankfully, he caught himself from stumbling backwards while you frantically began, âWhat the hell is wrong with you? You have a girlfriend!â
âIâve been crazy about you since second year. Thatâs whatâs wrong with me.â
âMerlin, youâre a jerk⌠kiss me again.â Sirius stepped closer to you and gently placed a hand on your hip. He was about to lean in when you held a hand to his lips to stop him with an afterthought. âWait, wait, wait, wait⌠did you break up with your girlfriend yet?â
As though she knew you were talking about her, a scream echoed through the door from what sounded like ten feet away. With a smirk on his face and a glimmer in his eye, Sirius softly chuckled, âSheâs probably going to break up with me any second now because frankly, Iâm immature, and she deserves better⌠Sheâs not wrong.â
âSirius Black! I know youâre around here somewhere! Get over here this instant!â his girlfriend screamed, causing you to poke him in the chest.
He stepped back reluctantly at your touch, but his shoulders slumped in annoyance. You knew he was about to whine to let him stay, but you beat him to it. âGo talk to her,â you insisted, âIâll be here when youâre done.â
He thought about it for a second, glancing towards the door before he raised a brow at you suggestively.
âWith kisses?â
âWith kisses.â
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