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God me all giggly and my stomach did somersaults

if you wrote somethin about flirting with boyfriend remus and he slips his hands in ur back pockets…..just sayin i’d love you forever

— Anon, you gave me such good ideas! Here it is, hope you like it.

back pocket | remus lupin

pairing: remus lupin x reader

summary: your boyfriend doesn't like much public displays of affection, but he still likes to put his hand in your back pocket.

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Hogsmeade weekends had always been something special. The crisp autumn air, the scent of butterbeer wafting from the Three Broomsticks, the distant chatter of students wandering from shop to shop—it was all perfect. But nothing made it better than having Remus by your side.

You and Remus walked side by side down the cobbled streets, the occasional brush of your shoulders sending warmth through you. He wasn’t one for grand displays of affection—no dramatic kisses in the middle of the street, no loud proclamations. But the way he loved you was in the small things.

Like now, when he casually slipped his hand into the back pocket of your jeans as you strolled past Zonko’s Joke Shop. It was such a simple gesture, but it made your heart stutter. He wasn’t even looking at you when he did it—just talking to you about some book he wanted to pick up at Tomes and Scrolls—but the touch was grounding, warm, undeniably intimate.

It was casual, effortless—just his fingertips resting in the fabric, his palm warm against you. Yet, the simplicity of it made your heart swell. Remus had never been one for grand displays of affection. He wasn’t the type to kiss you in the middle of the Great Hall or pull you onto his lap in front of the Marauders. But he had his own ways of showing love.

Like this.

Like the way he always made sure to walk on the outside of the path, keeping you away from the street, even if it meant switching sides every few minutes.

Like how he always carried your books when you were too tired, even if he already had a pile of his own.

Like how he always saved you a seat next to him, no matter where you were—class, the common room, the library.

Like the way he looked at you, like you were something rare, something he couldn’t believe was his.

You turned your head slightly, just enough to catch the soft flush creeping up his neck. "Smooth, Lupin," you teased, grinning.

He didn’t falter, just raised an eyebrow at you. "Oh? You don’t like it?"

You hummed, pretending to think. "Didn’t say that, did I?"

His lips curled into a smirk, and he gave a gentle squeeze where his hand rested. "Good."

You nodded, leaning in slightly. "Hand in the back pocket, Lupin. That’s practically scandalous."

He chuckled, his grip tightening just the slightest bit. "Then I suppose I’m becoming reckless in my old age."

Unfortunately, moments of peace like these never lasted when the Marauders were around.

"Oi, Moony!" Sirius’ voice rang out, followed by his loud, obnoxious laughter. "Hand in the back pocket? Really? Are you two in a bloody romance novel?"

"Merlin’s beard," James groaned beside him, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "That’s even worse than when Lily and I hold hands in class."

"Nothing is worse than that, Prongs," Peter chimed in, looking between you and Remus with amusement.

Remus, however, remained completely unfazed. He barely even glanced at them as he continued walking, his hand still comfortably in your pocket. "If you lot are so interested in my love life, I could give you a very detailed report of my last few dates. Would you like that?"

Sirius gagged. "Absolutely not."

Peter chimed in. "Yes!"

James scrunched his nose. "Ew! What exactly is wrong with you, wormtail?"

"I'm just saying" Peter shrugged while the others laughed about it.

"Hey, baby" Lily appeared out of nowhere, hugging James. "Hey, everyone" She said, turning to give each one a little wave. James definitely lit up just by having her there.

"Lily, my love, finally!" James dramatized, kissing her cheek.

Sirius groaned dramatically. "Ugh, please, can you two flirt somewhere else?"

You grinned. "Oh, don’t be jealous, Black."

Sirius rolled his eyes. "I would never be jealous of such a boring couple."

"Then shut up," Remus said simply, the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

"You’re both still gross," Sirius muttered.

"And you’re still single," Remus shot back, making you laugh.

James doubled over laughing, and Remus let out a quiet chuckle, his thumb grazing against your hip through the fabric of your robe. You shivered, not from the cold, but from the simple touch of it, the way he always seemed to know how to make you feel warm even in the autumn air.

"You want to go inside?" he asked softly, tilting his head toward the Three Broomsticks.

You nodded, and just like that, he guided you toward the door, his hand slipping away from your pocket only to rest at the small of your back. Another small thing. Another gesture that said more than words ever could.

The Three Broomsticks was crowded as usual, but the six of you managed to grab a corner booth. James and Lily sat pressed together on one side, while Sirius dramatically sprawled out beside Peter. You and Remus took the other side, you had to sit in his lap since there was absolutely no space left, your back comfortably against his chest as you both sipped your butterbeer.

"You do realize you’re using me as a chair, right?" Remus murmured, though his arms around you suggested he didn’t mind.

"You’re comfortable," you replied simply, tilting your head up to grin at him.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "You’re impossible."

"And yet, you love me," you teased.

Remus smiled against the rim of his mug. "That I do."

Lily, who had been watching with an affectionate smile, turned to James. "See? Why can’t you be that sweet?"

James put a hand to his chest in mock offense. "Lily, love, I am a dream boyfriend."

"You’re an overgrown Golden Retriever," she corrected, though she was smiling.

Sirius snickered. "He really is. I bet if you threw a stick, he’d fetch it."

"You lot are just jealous of my charm," James declared.

"Of course, Prongs," Remus said, completely deadpan. "That must be it."

Lily leaned her head on James’ shoulder, laughing softly. "He’s lucky he’s cute."

"See?" James beamed. "She admits it."

The evening passed in comfortable warmth, laughter mixing with the hum of the crowded pub. You and Remus shared quiet smiles, your fingers tangled together under the table.

The walk back to Hogwarts was filled with the kind of easy, warm chatter that only close friends could have. The evening air was crisp, carrying the lingering scent of butterbeer and the faint smokiness of fireplaces from the village. The sky above was deep blue, speckled with stars, and the group of you strolled along the path leading back to the castle, boots crunching against the gravel.

Lily was walking ahead with James, who was dramatically recounting a story about how he “heroically” saved a first-year from Peeves.

"So there I was," James began, gesturing wildly, "cornered in the Charms corridor, a poor, defenseless first-year behind me, and Peeves holding an entire bucket of ink over our heads."

"Defenseless?" Lily scoffed. "He was just standing there."

"Exactly! Helpless. So, naturally, I had to act."

"You threw your shoe at him," Remus said flatly, amusement flickering in his eyes.

"And it worked, didn’t it?" James argued.

"Yeah, after he dumped the ink on you first," Sirius snorted.

Peter cackled. "You spent the entire day looking like a human ink blot!"

"It was a small price to pay for the safety of my fellow student," James said with an exaggerated sigh.

Lily shook her head, though she was smiling. "You're unbelievable."

You laughed, nudging Remus. "I swear, they get worse every day."

Remus smirked but didn’t comment, just gently slipped his fingers through yours. His hand was warm, his grip firm but comfortable, like he was telling you without words that he was right there.

You glanced up at him, squeezing his hand. "You’re awfully quiet, Moony."

"Just enjoying the show," he murmured, lips twitching as he watched James and Sirius dramatically reenact the ink disaster.

Sirius was now pretending to be Peeves, floating around James with exaggerated arm movements. "Oh nooo, Mister Potter! You’re about to be—SPLAT!" He mimed dumping ink over James’ head.

James gasped, clutching his heart. "Betrayed! By my own heroism!"

"You weren’t a hero," Lily said, shaking her head.

James turned to Remus, looking for support. "Moony, tell her. That was a very noble thing I did."

Remus gave him a completely blank look. "You threw your shoe at a poltergeist, James."

"A heroic shoe," James clarified.

"You didn’t even get it back," Peter reminded him.

"That just makes it more heroic," James insisted.

Sirius clapped him on the back. "We’ll carve your name into a plaque. ‘James Potter, the boy who sacrificed his shoe for the greater good.’"

You giggled, leaning into Remus. "They’re exhausting, but I love them."

He smiled down at you, his thumb brushing gently over the back of your hand. "Yeah, me too."

Sirius suddenly groaned loudly. "Ugh, you two are doing that soft, romantic thing again."

You raised an eyebrow. "And?"

"And it’s disgusting," Sirius declared. "All this... hand-holding and fond gazes. I can’t bear it."

Remus smirked. "I suppose we could start snogging instead, if you prefer?"

Sirius gagged. "Absolutely not."

James looked thoughtful. "You know, it’s funny. A year ago, if someone had told me Moony would be the one out of all of us in a committed, disgustingly cute relationship first, I wouldn’t have believed them."

"Oi," Remus protested.

Lily tilted her head. "Really? I would’ve guessed him first."

James looked scandalized. "You would? Why?"

Lily gave him a pointed look. "Because Remus is the only one who isn’t an insufferable flirt."

James turned to you, looking for backup. "You don’t agree with that, do you?"

You grinned. "I love you, James, but she’s got a point."

Sirius snickered. "She really does."

James huffed, but Lily took his hand, smiling at him. "Oh, don’t pout. I love you even if you are insufferable."

James immediately perked up. "Really?"

Lily rolled her eyes. "Don’t let it go to your head."

Peter sighed dramatically. "I feel like I’m the only sane one here."

"You, Wormtail?" Sirius laughed. "You joined in on the ink prank!"

Peter shrugged. "It was funny."

The castle loomed ahead, the warm glow of torchlight flickering through the windows. As you all reached the entrance, James sighed dramatically. "Well, another successful Hogsmeade trip. No detentions, no injuries—"

"You spilled butterbeer in your pants," Remus pointed out.

James waved a hand dismissively. "Details."

The warmth of the castle wrapped around you as the group made their way inside, the laughter and teasing gradually fading as the others headed toward the Gryffindor common room. James and Lily were still bickering playfully, Sirius was going on about how he could single-handedly take down Peeves if given the chance, and Peter was just shaking his head at all of them.

You, however, lingered at the bottom of the staircase with Remus, the flickering torchlight casting a soft glow over both of you.

You sighed, smiling up at him. "Well, I suppose this is where we part ways."

He made a small noise, almost reluctant. "Unfortunately."

You tilted your head playfully. "Oh? You sound like you’ll just wither away without me."

Remus chuckled, his hazel eyes twinkling. "Don’t flatter yourself."

You grinned, stepping back slightly. "Alright then, I’ll be off—"

Before you could turn, his fingers caught your wrist, pulling you back gently but firmly. You let out a small gasp as you stumbled a step closer to him. He wasn’t normally one to be so bold, especially not where others might see, but the entrance hall was empty now, and there was something in his eyes—something warm, something wanting.

"You’re not in a rush, are you?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. "And what if I am?"

His lips twitched. "Then I suppose I’ll have to convince you to stay."

You crossed your arms, pretending to think. "Convince me, huh? And how exactly do you plan on doing that, Lupin?"

He hummed, as if considering, then with a slow, almost lazy confidence, he slipped both hands into your back pockets, pulling you flush against him.

A surprised laugh escaped you. "Oh, so that’s your strategy?"

His smirk deepened, but there was a soft pink dusting his cheeks. "Is it working?"

Your heart fluttered as you looped your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the ends of his hair. "Mmm, I don’t know. You might have to try a little harder."

His thumbs rubbed slow, absentminded circles through the fabric of your jeans, and his voice was quiet but playful. "Demanding, aren’t you?"

You grinned. "Only with you."

He leaned down slightly, his forehead almost touching yours. "Lucky me."

You stared at him, your smile softening. "Yeah, lucky you."

His expression shifted, something tender replacing the teasing glint in his eyes. He didn’t always say how he felt, but moments like this, where he just looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered, were enough.

"You know," you murmured, "for someone who doesn’t like public displays of affection, you’re being awfully affectionate right now."

He huffed a quiet laugh, resting his forehead against yours. "No one’s here."

"Still," you teased, "what happened to ‘I show my love in subtle ways’?"

His grip on you tightened slightly. "This is subtle."

You raised an eyebrow. "Both hands in my back pockets is subtle?"

He smirked. "Completely."

You shook your head, laughing. "You’re ridiculous."

"And yet," he murmured, brushing his nose against yours, "you love me anyway."

Your teasing grin softened. "I do."

His breath hitched slightly, and before you could say anything else, he kissed you. It was soft, lingering, like he was trying to hold onto the moment for just a little longer. You melted into it, fingers curling into his hair, savoring the warmth of him, the way he held you like you were something precious.

A smile played on your lips as you pulled your lips apart, your bodies nearly flush. "You, breaking rules for me? I'm honored."

He huffed a quiet laugh. "It's hardly breaking the rules. Prefect privileges, remember?"

"Oh, of course," you teased. "How could I forget? You’re the responsible one."

"Exactly," he murmured, his arms sliding gently around your waist. "And right now, I’m responsibly using my time to be with my girlfriend a little longer."

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you swayed slightly in his embrace. The torches along the corridor flickered, casting long shadows, but all you could focus on was the way he looked at you—like you were something precious, something worth bending the rules for.

"You’re soft, Lupin," you whispered playfully, fingers absentmindedly tangling in his hair.

His lips curled into a smirk, but he didn’t argue. "Only for you."

Your stomach flipped at that, heat rising to your cheeks. "That was dangerously sweet."

"Good," he murmured, tilting his head slightly. "I meant it to be."

A comfortable silence settled between you, your bodies still pressed close. It was moments like this that made your heart ache in the best way possible—just the two of you, tucked away in some quiet corner of the castle, stealing time before curfew.

"You really don’t want to let me go, do you?" you teased, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face.

He exhaled softly, his fingers giving the tiniest squeeze against your hips. "Not really."

You bit your lip, warmth blooming in your chest. "You’re ridiculously cute when you’re clingy."

"I’m not clingy," he argued, though his grip on you didn’t loosen in the slightest.

You grinned. "Oh no? So what do you call this?"

He sighed dramatically. "Fine. Maybe I am a little."

You tilted your head, considering. "I think I like it."

Remus laughed, shaking his head. "You’re impossible."

"And yet, you love me," you teased.

He smiled, the kind of soft, adoring smile that always made you melt. "Yeah. I really do."

You felt your cheeks warm, but before you could respond, the distant sound of footsteps echoed through the corridor.

Remus sighed, finally, reluctantly, releasing you. "Go before Filch catches you out of bounds."

You pouted. "You’re no fun."

He smirked. "I’ll save you a seat at breakfast to make up for it."

You hummed. "With extra toast?"

"Obviously."

You smiled, stealing one last quick kiss before stepping back. "Goodnight, Remus."

"Goodnight, love," he murmured, watching you go with that same soft look in his eyes.

And as you disappeared down the corridor, you couldn’t help but think—Merlin, you were hopelessly in love with him.

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Oh how I love those fruity gryffindors

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ginny when she saw percy and penelope making out

ginny when she found out she’s been telling her secrets to THE lord voldemort all year long

ginny when zacharias smith breathes near her

ginny becoming a professional quidditch player after her brothers didn’t let her play with them growing up

ginny when cho offers to take harry up to look at ravenclaw’s lost diadem

ginny to professor mcgonnagal after crashing into the commentator’s podium after quidditch

ginny when it’s christmas time and she can whip out her paper chain skills again

ginny the second she saw harry on that platform at age 10

ginny when romilda vane asked her if harry had a hippogriff tattooed across his chest

ginny when michael gets sulky about gryffindor beating ravenclaw instead of congratulating his gf

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LMFAO

*In a church*

Sirius: Why are you looking at me like that?

Regulus: I just don't wanna miss it when you burst into flames.

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"Not every ship has to be gay!"

Girl you're using TUMBLR. THE gayland. What did you expect?

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the real reason harry’s hair was so long in gof was because he had just met sirius and thought his hair was sick as fuck so he started growing his out

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Well, yes!

Sirius: Moony, I beg of you. Please, PLEASE go to visit Madame Pomfrey.

Remus: Hey, I'm sorry. Is this OUR stab wound? 

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I love fan fiction

would you pretty please do "you can't fool me" with sirius? maybe he had a nightmare? please?

only because you asked so nicely<33

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i will ARGUE for prompt 1 "you can't fool me" with sirius black

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: implied past trauma, post-nightmare, established relationship

wc: 809

Sirius' breathing was always different after a nightmare.

He didn't hyperventilate like one might expect he would, he didn't gasp for breath like his lungs were too small. Instead, he breathed in shortly, acutely, through his teeth and not enough, as if he was rationing air. Small breaths that rattled him more than they should as he did his best to remain entirely still.

You, James and Remus gave him grief as often as possible about how unruly he would be in his sleep now, arms and legs everywhere, but you knew that was a good thing. A learnt thing. A matter of safety.

It was when Sirius reverted back to his old ways and became still as a statue that you knew he was aching. It pained you to see – and now that you've gotten used to him taking up space, it was his stillness that woke you above all else.

"Siri? Baby?"

His back was to you, on the very edge of the bed despite there being a large amount of space for him to bask in. You could see his ribs moving rhythmically, shaking but quick and with too long in between. 

He didn't respond, but his shoulders tensed, informing you he had heard you. It was as if you could hear his thoughts in your own head, begging you, willing you to go back to sleep.

I’m alright, doll. Please fall asleep again.

You were not one for carrying out disservices to the man you love. 

Gently as to not startle him, but loudly enough to not sneak up on him, you sat up in the bed, letting the duvet pool around your stomach. You shimmied over to him so you sat with your thigh pressed to his back and a hand resting on his stomach, looking down onto the side of his face. 

Sirius’ eyes were pressed shut, skin wrinkling from the force of it. The ragged, controlled breathing continued.

“My lovely boy,” you whispered, barely a sound. Your hand dragged up and down his side in the way you knew usually helps. Just enough force to ground him. 

Sirius made a sound you think was supposed to be a dismissive huff, but his vocal chords were too tense and lungs too empty for it to become more than a quiet grunt. You sunk further down beside him, propped up on your elbow as you carefully carded your fingers through his dark curls, wild and matted with sleep.

“I’m alright,” he eventually forced out, voice hoarse. His eyes were still squeezed shut, body still turned away from you – but he was leaning into the touch of your hands, the first step. 

“You can’t fool me, love.”

No judgements, no harshness. You just tried to be a soft figure for him to fall into when ready.

Sirius’ lips tugged up into a small sad smile. They were still twitching somewhat, as if protesting him asserting control over his body again after fear’s coup d'État, but the smile remained. 

“I know.” He leaned back into your chest, turning his head ever so slightly so he could open his eyes into tiny slits and look at your sleep-riddled face. “I still try.”

You welcomed his gaze with a much more assured, wide smile. You dared drop your chin the few centimetres to press a kiss to his forehead as you hummed in confirmation. “You can keep trying if you’d like, but I won’t go away.”

Your last words seemed to strike a chord as Sirius hand shot from being tucked beneath his body to find your own. “Please don’t,” he said, hurried while quiet. “Never. That’s not what I actually want.”

Maintaining your calm energy, you kept pressing kisses around his face. “I won’t, I promise. I won’t. I know what you want and need. I can see it on you, sweetheart. Even if you were to ask me, I wouldn’t leave.” 

Sirius’ eyes were wide open now, round as ever. He blinked one more time before finally heaving a huge sigh, his lungs seemingly crying from relief. Your fingers dutifully stayed in his hair as he turned around to face you, body naturally curling up against your own.

“You’re too good to me.” He whispered in greeting, burying his face into your bare neck. “Too good.” His words were slurred by the twitching of his lips and now the closeness to his skin, but you felt them in their entirety.

It was odd how Sirius seemed to always mould perfectly against you, a harmonious presence even in his troubledness. 

“Not too good,” you murmured into his hair. “Just trying to be good enough.”

Sirius pulled back a little to gaze fondly up at you. “Now who’s fooling who?”

When you kissed him with your smile, you could feel him breathing a bit more normally against you.

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IM ORBITING

“It’s no use, Regulus, we’ve gotta have it out,” James cried, “I have loved you ever since I’ve-”

“Stop quoting Little Women at me, James,” Regulus said through gritted teeth. “We are not getting married.”

“But-”

“I’m seventeen, you are eighteen. We are not getting married,” Regulus repeated.

“I have loved you ever since I’ve-”

“James.”

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"omg you're so funny!" thanks i cry everynight reading fics about dead gay wizards from the 70s

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congrats on 500!!! can i get number 23 from the dialogue prompts with sirius black? thanks love!

²³⁾ “i’d sell my soul for you, babe.”

Thank you for the request, lovely! I debated doing an established relationship for this one, but I really really really like writing confessions of feelings ❤︎

His Happiness

Sirius Black x Gryffindor!reader

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cw: fluff, mutual pining?

Your friendship with Sirius was affectionate. 

You were always a physical person, hugging people as a way of greeting them and holding hands was a comfort. Afternoons in the common room would have you snuggled up with one of your friends. Sirius was taken by surprise the first you hugged him; his upbringing didn’t offer the familiarity of soft touches. He almost pulled his hand away the first time you grabbed it out of excitement to show him something. He flinched when you flopped down on the couch and practically laid on him.

But he learned to appreciate the delicacy of it all. He anticipated your warmth around him. As your friendship with him grew, so did how often you were touching. As inseparable from the Marauders as he was, he was just as much with you. You were basically an honorary member. 

One thing you didn’t want to admit to yourself, or Sirius for that matter, was when you realized that your touches with him didn’t feel so platonic anymore. They were more. You wanted more. You just didn’t know how to get that. It wasn’t like you could just tell him or ask that of him. 

No. You certainly could not do that. You’d end up losing the boy who was your best friend. So you would hide your feelings under a mask, bury them so deep that you can almost convince yourself that they don’t even exist in the first place. 

It didn’t help that he was as beautiful as he was. As carefree and funny and bold and intelligent. You weren’t the only girl in the school who liked Sirius. The others seemed to have no problem showing it either, flirting with him before, after and during classes. Whenever they got a chance to be close to him it seemed. He flirted back with them but as far as you knew, that’s all it was, although you assumed girl talk was reserved for when it was only the Marauders in the room. 

“They aren’t dating, just friends,” girls would say in the corridors as you walked to class holding hands with Sirius. “Then why are they always together?”

“Hey, Sirius!” one called as you approached the Charms classroom. 

He dropped your hand without a second thought, turning to the girl with his signature smirk. You knew better than to wait by the door for him. You didn’t want to hear whatever flirtatious comment she would say and how he would respond. It was easier if you just sat down. You could almost pretend that it wasn’t happening. 

“What’d little miss Ravenclaw want?” James asked as Sirius sat down next to him. 

“Oh, you know, the usual.” 

James laughed. You didn’t quite know what ‘the usual’ was exactly but you weren’t a part of the conversation. Not right now, at least. 

“Which is it this time: picnic by the lake or trip to Hogsmeade?” Peter asked seemingly disinterested. 

“Hogsmeade.”

“You going?” Peter asked, just as nonchalantly as before.

“Told her I’d think about it,” Sirius answered as Professor Flitwick moved to the front of the classroom to start the lesson. “Never know if something will come up.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line. So ‘the usual’ was a date. You stared at your notebook as if looking anywhere else would physically harm you. If you had turned your head slightly to the right, you would’ve seen Sirius looking at you with a soft expression. 

You didn’t think he did, but Sirius noticed how you started hanging back whenever girls approached him with witty comments and fluttering eyelashes. He didn’t know how to tell you that he wished you would throw a comment like that his way or bat your eyelashes at him. He knew he’d melt if you did. While he didn’t mind the attention from the other girls, they weren’t you. 

The rest of the week pained you. You felt like you were standing in the way Sirius and his future girlfriend, if that was the Ravenclaw girl or not. The comments from the corridors had seeped in a little too deep. ‘Why are they always together?’ You’d make things easier for Sirius. You became quieter. You reduced your touches while still being near him until you stopped that too. It was weird to say the least. You had become so accustomed to having Sirius at your side and in your clutches that putting physical space between you was uncomfortable.

But you knew it had to be done. There was too high of a chance that you and your physicalness with affection were standing in the way of Sirius’ happiness. 

You replaced him with Lily, Mary, Marlene and Dorcas. They accepted you into their circle easily; of course, you were roommates with three of them. You tried to dodge their questions about Sirius with excuses of ‘Just mixing it up’ and ‘Can’t a girl want to hang out with her ladies?’ They seemed to buy it enough. 

Sirius noticed it all. He noticed when you stopped making little comments and telling him every detail of your day from when you were apart. He noticed when you stopped reaching out for his hand and when you scooted away from him if you were sitting or standing close. He noticed when you were no longer spending your spare time with him and the boys. He watched as you went to sit with the girls despite your usual spot next to him being open. He frowned as he looked at you from across the table in the Great Hall and across the room in the common room. He didn’t know what he did to make you go away. 

In your distancing, you didn’t know that Sirius didn’t go on the date with the Ravenclaw. You had been in the phase between lessening your touches and hanging out with the girls more when Saturday came and went. It had now been two weeks since she asked. 

“Where’s your shadow?” Peter asked as Sirius sat down next to James in the Charms classroom. 

The boys had all noticed over the week that you weren’t as present as you usually were. They weren’t going to say anything about it, figuring that there had been a tiff or something and you’d be back. Peter, however, had borrowed your Arithmancy notes and needed to give them back. 

“Uh, I think I saw her outside with McKinnon? Dunno.”

“Dunno,” Remus mocked. “Mate, maybe it’s a conversation for later, but what’d ya to ‘er?”

Sirius threw his head back so his hair hung off his head like curtains. “Nothing!”

“Padfoot,” Remus said in a low voice. 

“What?” His eyes were closed as he tipped his chair onto its back legs. “She’s just, ah, what’d Mary say… mixing it up.” 

James chuckled as you entered the room with Marlene, sitting on the other side of the classroom. 

“Mixing it up or do you have a plague we don’t know about?” he asked, elbowing Sirius in his side. 

“Fuck, Prongs,” Sirius hissed, his chair screeching against the stone floor as he abruptly sat up. 

He saw where you were sitting and he grumbled something incoherent to himself. The boys found it hard to believe that Sirius didn’t do anything, but it was clear that he didn’t know that he had and wasn’t going to accept it. Remus and Peter exchanged curious looks before Peter’s face lit up. He leaned over his desk and poked Sirius’ shoulder. 

“Do me a favor and give her her Arithmancy note back for me after class. Maybe you could, ah, you know, talk to her or something.”

Sirius turned in his chair quickly. Peter held out the notes with a little flourish and a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Wormtail, you might be a genius,” Sirius said, taking the notes and shoving them into his bag. 

After the class ended, Sirius haphazardly tossed his things into his bag and hurried after you. You and Marlene had sat closer to the door and disappeared almost instantly after Flitwick dismissed everyone. He spotted you two walking in the direction of the Transfiguration Courtyard. He needed to catch up with  you. 

After jogging to catch up to you, he asked out of breath, “What did I do?”

You stopped walking, looking at Marlene as if she knew what he was talking about. She glanced between the two of you.

“I’ll, um let you talk?” she said awkwardly before leaving you in the semi-privacy of the corridor. 

Sirius grabbed your arm and pulled you into an alcove to be out of the way of other students.

“What did I do?” he repeated. Guilt laced his voice despite not knowing what he was guilty of. 

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Why are you avoiding me?”

You hated how hurt he sounded. You shifted your weight and looked anywhere but at him. 

“Helping you,” you said softly. “I’m helping you.”

He pressed his hand to his forehead with a sigh.

“Why on this bloody earth would my best friend avoiding me be helping me?”

“I’m clearing the way for you to be happy.” Your voice was still small. 

“I don’t understand.” 

He placed his hands on your shoulders. You took a step back, but he just took a step forward so the distance between you didn’t change. 

“Help me understand,” he pleaded. 

You forced yourself to look him in the eye. His grey eyes were scanning your face for the answers you were withholding from him. 

“The girls,” you start to say, gesturing with your arm to an invisible crowd. “You have a better chance at getting a girlfriend if I’m not around. I hear-” Your voice cracks. “I hear what they say. They debate if we’re together or not since we’re always together. I figured if I wasn’t in the picture, that wouldn’t be an issue. You’d have your pick.”

Sirius took another step toward you and let his hands drop to your elbows and then to your hands, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your hands. 

“What if,” he spoke slowly as he stared at your hands, “I already picked?”

“Then she’s a lucky girl.” 

You could feel tears welling in your eyes. He already picked. It was probably that Ravenclaw.

“If she likes me, then I’d say I’m the lucky one.” 

“Of course she likes you,” you said, giving his hands a squeeze and making him look at you again. “Hasn’t she been flirting with you and asking you on dates?” You give him an empty smile. “The usual?”

“That Ravenclaw?” he asked with wide eyes. “No. Godric, no. The girl I’m talking about… She’s much better. She taught me how to be soft and tender and delicate. I’m not sure how she did it, but she did. And she’s been a loud presence in my life since we met. But she’s been avoiding me for a bit and the silence… Love, it’s driving me crazy.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest, enough to give you a faint feeling of nausea. 

“Me?” you breathed. 

“You.” He dropped your hands so he could cup your face. “I don’t know when it happened exactly, but I fell for you.

“But all the flirting?” He chuckled awkwardly. “Practicing in hopes you’d say something. I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t risk losing you, but then you disappeared and it was worse than I could’ve imagined.” He paused and his face grew pink. “I s’pose I should’ve asked… Do you-”

“Oh, Merlin, don’t be daft. Do you think I’d put up with all your Marauders’ bullshit if I didn’t?”

You both laughed and then Sirius pulled your face close to his before pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Thank goodness. Because I’d sell my soul for you. I’d sell my soul ten times over for you.” 

“Let’s hope it never comes to that.” Your words are teasing but the smile on your face is as genuine and warm as it is wide. 

Because you were Sirius’ happiness. 

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Oh stfu I’m tearing up this is so cute I want to die

Lullaby

dad!Remus Lupin x mom!reader

Summary: The quiet cry woke him. Remus approached cautiously, leaning over her. “Hey, my little star, it’s okay. Daddy’s here,” he whispered, his voice so soft it almost got lost in the sound of his breath.

Warnings: fluffy, est. relationship, no use of baby name, no war au, no use of y/n, after hogwarts (obviously)

A/N: just because i couldn't stop thinking about dad!remus

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The quiet cry woke him. It wasn’t a loud or desperate sound, just enough to cut through the silence of the early morning and pierce the few seconds of peace the house seemed to hold. Remus slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the dimness of the room, and looked at you. You were still fast asleep beside him, your face relaxed, one hand gently resting on the pillow. He stayed still for a moment, contemplating the calm on your face, before carefully getting up. He didn’t want to wake you.

He walked down the hall, his bare feet making almost no sound against the wooden floor. The cry had faded to a low whimper, but it was still there, insistent, as if the baby knew he was coming. Pushing open the slightly ajar door to her room, the soft light from the nightlight revealed the small form in the crib. She squirmed restlessly, tiny fists clenched, her eyes still damp.

Remus approached cautiously, leaning over her. “Hey, my little star, it’s okay. Daddy’s here,” he whispered, his voice so soft it almost got lost in the sound of his breath. With a skill he never imagined he’d have before becoming a father, he lifted her into his arms, holding her with the tenderness she seemed to require, as though she were made of fine glass.

She was so small, so absurdly small, that he always found himself wondering how something so fragile could exist. He adjusted her little body against his chest, feeling her tiny fingers close around one of the folds of his shirt. As he rocked her gently, he looked at her face, the features still so delicate, so full of possibilities. “Do you have any idea how loved you are?” he whispered. “No, of course not. But you are. So much it almost hurts.”

He continued rocking her softly, his large hands contrasting with her little body. Every movement felt like a miracle. He looked at his own hands, marked with old scars, the uneven lines crossing the skin like memories of another life. A life where he never could have imagined being here, in this house, holding his daughter in his arms. “You know, sometimes I still think this is a dream. That I’ll wake up and all of this will just be something I made up to feel less alone.”

He let out a low laugh, almost humorless, but the little one responded with a soft sound, as if trying to talk to him. “Ah, so you are really here, huh?” he said, squeezing her a little tighter against him. “You and your mum… you’ve made everything so real. So much better.”

His thoughts drifted to you, sleeping in the room next door. He remembered so many nights when you simply held him, even when he tried to hide the shadows in his mind. You always seemed to know. Always seemed to understand. “She’s amazing, you know?” he confided in the baby, as if she could understand him. “Your mum. She loves me in a way I never thought possible. And you? You’re proof of that. Proof that I’m not alone anymore.”

The baby began to relax, her little body growing heavier in his arms. He sat in the rocking chair beside the crib, adjusting her so she could rest against him. The room seemed wrapped in a bubble of calm, only the light sound of her breathing and the creak of the chair filling the space.

He looked at her one more time, admiring the fine lashes, the perfect curve of her cheeks. How could someone so small carry so much love? It was almost overwhelming. He leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. “You’ll never need to doubt that, you know? How much you are loved. I promise.”

The almost imperceptible sound of the door creaking made him raise his head, his senses still sharp from the restlessness of the days following the full moon. For a moment, his body tensed, but then he saw her. You were there, standing in the doorway, your face softly lit by the light of the nightlight. Your eyes held concern, but also something else—something he recognized, and that made his heart tighten: pure love.

“You should be resting,” you said, your voice soft to not disturb the little one.

He smiled, that smile that always seemed to hold a world of unspoken stories. “And so should you,” he replied, gently rocking the chair while keeping the baby nestled against his chest. “I heard her little cry, and I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful.”

You moved closer slowly, your eyes fixed on him and the sleeping baby. Each step seemed filled with care, as if you, too, didn’t want to break the magical stillness of the moment. When you reached them, you crouched beside the chair, your hand gently touching his thigh. “Remus…” you began, hesitating but with a voice full of affection. “You’re pushing yourself too hard. It’s been so few days since the last full moon. You need to rest.”

He let out a low laugh, almost inaudible, as he looked at you. “I’m fine,” he said, but the way his eyes darted away for a brief moment gave him away. “Besides, look at her…” He tilted his head to look at the little one in his arms, a soft glow in his eyes. “How could I want to be anywhere else?”

You smiled, but there was a tender weight in your expression. “I heard what you said,” you murmured. He lifted his gaze to you, confused for a moment, until he realized what you were talking about.

“You heard?” he asked, and there was something vulnerable in his voice, something he rarely let show.

You nodded, your eyes beginning to shine with unshed tears. “About how you think this might be a dream… About how you love us. I just want you to know that this is real, Remus. We are real. I am real. And I love you more than anything in this world.”

He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he leaned a little forward, until their foreheads almost touched. “I know,” he whispered, his voice so full of emotion it barely came out. “It’s just that… sometimes it’s hard to believe. Not because I doubt you, but because I never thought I deserved something like this. You. Her. All of this.”

Your hand reached up to touch his face, your fingers gliding gently over the stubble that was beginning to form. “You do deserve it, Remus. And I’ll remind you of that every day, if I have to.” Your voice was firm, but full of sweetness, as if each word was a caress.

He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply, before opening a small, genuine smile. “You always know what to say, don’t you?”

“Someone has to take care of you, since you insist on taking care of everyone,” you replied, the softness turning into a hint of teasing. He chuckled quietly, and the sound warmed his chest.

“So… do you want to hold her?” he asked, shifting slightly in the chair to lift the baby with care.

You nodded and opened your arms, accepting her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. And, of course, she was. When you held her, she made a soft sound, something between a sigh and a grunt, before snuggling comfortably against you. You looked at her with an expression of pure adoration, your fingers gently stroking her back as she fell back asleep.

Remus watched for a moment, his eyes fixed on you as you rocked the baby with such tenderness that it seemed impossible for it to be anything mundane. It was as if every gesture of yours was a deliberate act of love, something he never failed to notice, even after all this time together. He reached out and adjusted a strand of hair that had fallen across your face, the touch delicate, almost reverent.

You were so close that the space between you seemed to dissolve. He let his arms rest around your body, pulling you gently closer, as if he needed this contact to anchor his own feelings. You leaned against him, the warmth of both of you creating a bubble of comfort around the little one, who was now completely peaceful, nestled in your arms.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. You just looked at her, your faces so close that your breaths mingled. The light from the night lamp bathed the room in a soft glow, making everything even more intimate. The baby moved her little hand, letting out an almost imperceptible sigh, and both of you smiled at the same time, as if it were the most extraordinary thing you had ever witnessed.

Remus tilted his face to the side, his lips brushing lightly against your temple as he whispered, “Thank you.”

The word was so simple, but the weight of it made you close your eyes for a moment, absorbing everything it carried. It wasn’t just a thank you for that moment. It was for everything. For you being there, for her existence, for everything he had never dared believe he could have.

“Why?” you asked softly, turning your face just enough to meet his eyes. There was a soft gleam in them, something that made your heart race even after so many moments like that.

“For this,” he replied, his voice rough with emotion. “For you. For her. For us. I still wonder how I got so lucky… how the universe was generous enough to give me something like this.” He shook his head, as if he couldn’t find the words to express what he felt. “I never imagined I could be this happy. This complete.”

You smiled, leaning in to brush your lips against his in a light kiss, but one full of meaning. “I feel lucky too, you know? Every day. For you, for her, for everything we’ve built together.” Your voice was soft, but every word carried the weight of an unshakable truth.

You stayed like that for a few more minutes, his arms around you, his hands covering yours as you still held the baby. The world outside seemed distant, almost nonexistent. Everything that mattered was right there, in that room.

When the little one finally fell completely asleep, you and Remus exchanged a knowing glance, as if you both knew exactly what to do without needing to say anything. He leaned in to take the baby back with all the care, holding her against his chest while you adjusted the blanket in the crib. Both of your movements were synchronized, a perfect reflection of the partnership you had built.

As he placed her in the crib, he lingered for a second longer, his fingers gently brushing her cheek. He let out a soft sigh before straightening up, passing his arms around you again as you both pulled away.

“I love you both,” he said, his voice low but so full of feeling that it made your eyes burn. You rested your head against his shoulder, your arms around his waist, as if you wanted to hold him as close as possible.

“And we love you, Remus,” you replied, squeezing him a little tighter. “Always.”

You stayed there for a while longer, just enjoying the comfortable silence, each other’s presence, and the little miracle you had before you. Everything felt so right, so perfect in that moment, that neither of you wanted to break the magic.

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she lived she served cunt she died. lily evans they could never make me hate u

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YES YES YES YES YES

THE JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER.

( he is Abhay Verma , an indian actor. )

idea from @/renn.edts on tiktok !!

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This one got me all giggly

Hiiii! Can you write a shy remus x reader fic? Where remus is shy and reader is open and expressive?

she’s always the one initiating things, like kisses or hugs and remus secretly loves it?

The boys could be having a conversation and reader would just pop in out of no where and ask remus if he wanna have sex in front of the group and he would nod happily and follow her like a lost puppy.

Thanks for requesting!

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 417 words

James can tell when you’ve arrived because Remus’ head picks up like a puppy’s ears when it senses something of interest. He swears, if his friend had a tail, it’d be wagging. 

“Hi, y/n,” James says when he hears footsteps coming up behind him, and you grin as you round the table. 

“Hi,” you say back, seating yourself in Remus’ lap. He blushes a deep red, but his hands come to rest tentatively on your hips. “How’d you know it was me?” 

“Intuition.” 

“Hm.” You comb your fingers through Remus’ hair, pressing a kiss just beside the scar on his cheek. James wonders if a person can become a living stop sign. If so, Remus is well on his way with that coloring. “How was your day, honey?”

“Good.” His voice is quiet, like he intends for only you to hear his answer. You smile encouragingly. “How was yours?” 

“It was good.” You brush another kiss near the corner of his eye, then further up by his forehead. Remus’ shoulders are migrating slowly towards his ears, though he looks disinclined to stop you. “Great now that I’m with you.” You rest your head atop of your boyfriend’s, turning your attention to James and Sirius. “What about you guys, how’s it been?”

Sirius seems to be struggling to contain his laughter. You don’t mean to torment Remus, but it’s a consequence of your primary goal, which is to give him the heaps of affection he deserves. James respects you for it, and he also enjoys the entertainment value of your effect on his bashful friend. 

“It’s been good,” James says. Sirius nods his agreement, lips pressed together to smother his grin. “Come to steal our Moony away again, have you?”

You feign hurt. “Maybe I just wanted to hang out with you guys,” you say, and Sirius’ laughter finally finds an outlet, escaping him in a disbelieving snort. You shrug, unabashed. “Alright, fine, I only have interest in one of you.” You fix your gaze on your boyfriend, and James swears he sees Remus’ throat bob as you bat your eyelashes at him. “Rem, would you come help me with something in my room, baby?”

Remus’ eyes stay on yours as he nods, and you hop off his lap. 

“Subtle,” Sirius laughs. 

“Jealous,” you diagnose. “See you later, boys.” You give them a breezy wave, starting for the door without looking back. 

You don’t need to. Remus follows behind you like you’ve got him on a leash.

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HELL YEAH

Listening to your heart

Sirius Black x fem!Slytherin!reader

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2.2k words

cw: fluff, Y/N

Semi-reluctantly, you decided to listen to Pandora’s advice to listen to your heart. It’s not as easy as you expected it to be, given that your heart didn’t know exactly what it wanted. Doing nothing was also not an option. So, you avoided having conversations with and about boys. You considered it buying yourself time, even if there was no real timeline besides the chance that Sirius would grow tired of waiting for you to come around. 

You were attempting to study in the common room when you felt the couch dip near you. You looked up from your book to see a pale-faced Regulus looking semi-mortified that you did indeed notice him sitting down. 

“Is this… spot taken?” He coughed. “Is this okay?”

“You can sit there. I don’t own this couch,” you replied flatly. 

His demeanor relaxed, leaning back into the cushions and opening his own book. You knew you’d laugh about this little interaction later with the girls. You had told him you would play nice if he did, yet he was still walking on eggshells around you. Had you been a bit cold towards him in general? Yes, but still. You wanted to tell him to get over himself. 

“How have you been?” Regulus asked, barely looking up from his book. 

You blinked slowly. You debated your answer. For some reason, ‘I’m trying to figure out my feelings toward your brother since he seems rather fond of me, like how you used to be’ didn’t feel like the right answer. Telling Regulus your thoughts were overtaken by his brother and a little bit by him wasn’t the thing to do.

“Y/N?” he asked, now fully looking at you. 

“Yeah, sorry. Erm, good enough, I guess. N.E.W.T. level courses, you know.”

He nodded. “Professors really ramping up for O.W.L.s right now too.”

“I’m sure you’re trying to do well in all of them, but are there certain classes you’re aiming for?”

“The usual,” he said with a sigh. “Defense, Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Runes, Arithmancy. Father wants me to look into Alchemy, Advanced Arithmancy, Ancient Studies and maybe a field study… They want me to be a hermit apparently.”

You chuckled at that. If he was to get O’s in all of those courses and take the added extracurriculars, Regulus wouldn’t have any extra time on his hands. 

“Go for the classes and like one or two of the extras,” you advised. “Whichever speaks to whatever you’re looking to do. Unless they expect you to outdo Merlin or something…”

He smiled with a nod. You took that as a sign that you can return to studying, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw him return to his book. The two of you sit in silence on the couch for a while, each immersed in your own activity. It’s productive for you and it doesn’t feel too uncomfortable. You felt confident in your ability to be neutral toward him. 

Then Barty and Evan strode over to you. Their mere presence was enough to make both you look up from your work with matching annoyed looks on your faces. 

“If this,” Evan gestured between the two of you, “had worked out, that would’ve been comical, but alas.” He laughed. 

“Okay, and? What do you need?” you asked, irritation edging your voice.

“Right, Hogsmeade,” Barty said.

“When and who?” you asked lazily, closing the book you had been working out of. The common room was no longer somewhere you could work apparently. 

“This weekend. Uh, the boys, the girls, and these two idjits,” Evan answered, waving his hand between Barty and Regulus. 

“Idjits?” Barty gasped as you countered, “The boys, the girls?”

Evan let out an exaggerated sigh. “Pandora, Dorcas, Cora, Beatrice, me, Avery, Wilkes, and you two. Invited Snape and Mulciber but not sure if they are going to show.” 

“Quite a group,” you muttered, tilting your head to crack your neck.

“You’re coming, you don’t have a choice, Black,” Barty said definitively.

“Great,” Regulus groaned, turning a page in his book.

“Y/N? Whaddabout you?” Barty asked, turning to you with his arms crossed. 

“Yeah, we’ll see.” You stood up with your things gathered into your arms. 

Evan laughed. “Pan will sort you out by then.”

You knew he was right. If all of the girls were going, including Dorcas, you were sure to be dragged along, even if you decided to put up a fight. You hated to admit that your only possible way out would be Sirius and you certainly weren’t going to use that. 

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By the time Saturday rolls around, you’ve been properly talked to by all of the girls, each with their own two cents about why you were going. So, despite being convinced, you really didn’t have a choice. The group headed to Hogsmeade after breakfast. As you walked, your brain couldn’t get over how large the group was when everyone was there; you were a little herd. 

“Gladrags!” Beatrice announced as soon as you stepped into the village. 

She charged ahead, leading the rest of the group. All of the boys groaned and dragged their feet, but they followed nonetheless. The boys waited outside the store while the girls packed the inside. Beatrice, Cora and Pandora looked at every display and tried on several different articles of clothing. You and Dorcas milled around behind him.

“Don’t need anything new?” you asked her as you stood by a stand of scarves. 

“No,” she said with a sigh, looking at the price tag on a maroon scarf. “S’pose I could get something for Marls but… nothing screams her, you know?”

You nodded and moved to the next display. 

“Doesn’t she play quidditch? Could get her some new gear or whatever?” you offered.

“Oh, I’m not looking looking for a gift. Just if anything speaks to me.”

“Oh, got it.”

You picked up a pair of black leather gloves with silver stitching. You cast a glance toward the shopkeep who was talking with Beatrice about a shirt she was holding. Without looking away, you slid the gloves into your pocket. Cora came out of one of the dressing rooms with a pile of clothing and handed them to the shopkeep with a handful of coins. 

“Looks like they are almost ready to go. Want to wait outside with the boys?” you asked Dorcas. 

The two of you left, shortly followed by the other three. The boys quieted their conversation.

“Get anything good?” Evan asked the girls, noting their bags.

“Sexy lingerie?” Avery added, wagging his eyebrows suggestively. 

“Ew, no,” Cora snapped at him as Pandora whacked his head. 

“Don’t be gross.”

The rest of the boys laughed. You weren’t listening to the group’s discussion on where to go next. Another group appeared not far from you: the Marauders. You locked eyes with Sirius. His gaze was magnetic, those grey eyes bringing you in and making it impossible to look away. You gave him a small smile and wave. Shock is evident in his expression, but it only lasts a second as a wide grin takes over his face. But your shared moment is just that, momentary. Your groups headed in different directions, your toward Honeydukes and his to Spintwitches for James’ quidditch needs. 

As you walked into the sweets store, you’re glad your moment with Sirius went unnoticed by the group. Yes, your heart told you to smile and wave. But Regulus was in this group. Most of the people in this group considered Sirius to be a blood traitor and disliked him. You were still figuring out how you felt about him; you didn’t need the group questioning you about him. 

Once again, you were paired with Dorcas as you browsed the candies. Avery and Wilkes followed Beatrice and Cora around while Pandora tagged along with his brother, Barty and Regulus. You debated asking Dorcas what she thought about Sirius. Without pressure from the other girls, you figured you could get a more authentic answer from the girl who spent the most time with him out of your friends. 

“Hey, Dor, can I ask-” you started to say when you were interrupted by Barty

“Ladies! What we lookin’ for? Licorice wands? Drooble’s?” he asked, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“Mate, we are in front of the sugar quill stand,” Dorcas said dryly. 

“Maybe you’re lost?”

“Where’s your boyfriend?” you asked.

“Arguing with Dora,” Regulus answered for him. “Got awkward.”

You chuckled as you turned over a package of sour sugar quills to read the back. The twins were usually well-mannered, but when they argued, it was best to get out of the way. Barty had witnessed enough of it and you’re sure that Regulus had similar arguments with Sirius. 

“Who let us have siblings in one friend group?” Dorcas sighed, before looking at you. “Getting that?”

You nodded. “And some chocolate frogs,” you said before dropping your voice, “but I’m not paying for the frogs.”

“Wha-?” Regulus gasped before Dorcas elbowed him in the stomach. 

“Let her do her thing,” she told him firmly. 

You and Dorcas went to pay for your things, with the two boys following you. You looped back around the store to pass the chocolate frog display and bumped into the stand, just hard enough for some to fall off of it. When you bent down to pick them up, a few of the fallen ended up in your bag. Once outside the store, you gave the two boys a smirk. They didn’t say anything. Barty had a look of approval on his face while Regulus seemed to be uncertain of this habit of yours. 

Pandora and Evan were still arguing as they led the group to the Three Broomsticks. At least it was a more hushed argument now. 

“Any idea what it’s about?” you asked Barty as he slid into the chair next to Evan.

“Think she got upset about something he said about Lovegood,” he muttered with an eye roll. 

Pandora made sure to sit on the same side of the table as Evan but the opposite end. You sat next to Pandora with Dorcas between you and Barty. It didn’t take long for mugs of butterbeer to appear in front of you. You hated how close your table was to the door. Every time it opened, which was often, you had to see who was entering or leaving. When the Marauders arrived, you made immediate eye contact with Sirius and he smiled at you. You flashed him a tiny smile before letting it fall from your face as you looked away. You refused to look in his direction for the rest of your time in the pub, even with the constant feeling of his eyes on you.

As you walked back to the castle, Pandora sang softly, “He couldn’t take his eyes off you.”

“I know,” you replied just as quietly.

You didn’t want the group asking who had their eyes on you all night. You wondered if Regulus noticed. 

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You tried not to think about why you were wearing Regulus’ ring more often. You didn’t care if he noticed and you kept rebranding it in your mind as your ring. It was yours now. Like you had told Sirius, you weren’t going to give it back. Pretty soon, the ring had a regular place on your hand and if anyone asked about it, it was just simple, classic Slytherin pride. You would say it was a gift. 

Regulus noticed you wearing his ring. He’s pretty certain that it’s his, especially since he can’t find his. A small voice in his head says it might be at home, but Regulus can’t remember seeing it there over break. He never says anything, just in case he’s wrong. That would make things worse between you and he was content with having you ‘play nice’ as you put it. 

Sirius, just like his brother, took notice of you wearing the ring. He smiled every time he saw it and played with its partner on his own hand. The two of you haven’t talked since you pushed him to the ground after Herbology. Sirius wanted to change that. He found you after Defense Against the Dark Arts.

“Have your thoughts of me subsided?” he asked teasingly.

“I’m afraid I’m still plagued by them,” you retorted with an easy smile. 

“You know what would help with that?” 

“I do.”

The air between you is playful. It’s flirty. 

You and Sirius speak at the same time.

“Go on a date with me,” is what he said.

“Kiss me,” is what you said. 

You stared at each other. You blushed furiously. Sirius suggested a date and you suggested a snog. Clearly, you weren’t on the same page. 

“Oh,” Sirius said, his voice sounding almost nervous.

That confused you; Sirius Black doesn’t get nervous. He looked down at your hand, the one wearing the green ring. He reached for your hand to touch it and you didn’t move it away. Instead, you continued to stare at his face as if challenging to say something more.

“We, erm, can do both?” he finally said, gently turning the ring on your finger. 

“In which order?” you asked with a smile. 

Now Sirius was the one blushing. 

“Fuck it, come on.”

You turned to walk toward the nearest broom closet. You didn’t need to look behind you to know that he was following.

tags: @nsr-15, @kabekusa, @made-for-oliverwood, @sunflowerscloudydays, @salvatt1, @sammyreid, @ravisinghs-wife, @petrificustottally, @stanzie, @moonjellyfishie, @1989-taylors, @urmykindofwoman, @mrspotatas

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Conflicted because I love wolfstar but moonwater also as well along with jegulus but also prongsfoot so basically