#I need Sirius back plz

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I really wish I knew Marauders people on Tumblr so we could all flip out about the latest update of Crimson Rivers together because I am Not Fine and have nobody to vent to

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i think that last fic you wrote for me is my new favorite thing to reread on here! could i request a pt two where they’re all just having a chill day/ night and then they all get ready for bed together and lay down for cuddles plz? the way you write for poly!marauders is just so perfect! tysm again for reading my requests!! -🌶️

Awww that makes me so happy, I'm so glad you liked it! And of course you can my love <3

poly!marauders x gn!reader ♡ 981 words

Though James typically prefers you with no clothes on, he does think you look pretty cute in his big t-shirt. He bunches the fabric in his hands as he comes up behind you, setting his head on your shoulder. 

“What’re you doing?” you ask, smiling at him through a mouthful of toothpaste. 

He gazes at you in the mirror. “Just admiring the view.” 

“Oi,” Sirius elbows him, hands wet with whatever product in his billion-step skincare routine he’s currently rubbing into his face. His hair is scraped back into a bun to keep it out of the way. (James loves it when he wears it like that.) “Quit stealing my lines, Potter.” 

James doesn’t even need to speak; he knows the best way to rile Sirius right now doesn’t involve words. He grabs his dark-haired boyfriend by the chin, landing a smacker right on his cheek. 

Sirius shouts just as James pulls back, grimacing. 

“Fuck, Pads, what’s in that shit?” he wipes his mouth on his sleeve, getting rid of any remaining product from Sirius’ face. “Have you poisoned me?”

“Serves you right,” Sirius shoots back. “Everyone else knows better than to mess with my routine. I hope you are poisoned for contaminating my skin like that.” 

James looks about for support, but you only roll your eyes, spitting into the sink. 

“Don’t wish poisoning upon people, love,” Remus says mildly from the bedroom, and it’s not much, but James seizes upon it. He sends Sirius a triumphant look. 

“I only wanted kisses, Moons,” he whines, padding into the bedroom and laying himself pitifully across Remus’ lap. “You get it, don’t you?”

Remus smiles, bending to press his lips to James’. “Merlin, Sirius,” he says teasingly, “you really don’t know what you’re missing.” 

James chases him for more, propping himself up on his elbow and keeping Remus close with a hand at the nape of his neck. 

It doesn’t take long before Sirius is rushing out, his skincare routine apparently finished for the night as he chases you into the bedroom. James and Remus both stop to watch the spectacle as he grabs you around the waist, dipping you low and kissing you passionately. You make a sound of muffled surprise against his lips, breaking away after a second. 

“Sirius!” You laugh, flustered. “You cannot just attack me because you’re jealous! I won’t be a pawn in your game.” 

Sirius puts on a show of hurt, straightening you but keeping his hands steadfastly around your waist. “You’re not a pawn, baby. You’re the best piece on the board.” 

You let out a loud, barking laugh at that, extricating yourself from his hold. “That’s really awful,” you tell him, stepping backwards towards the bed. “If you think James is stealing your lines, you need to come up with some better material.” 

Sirius’ mouth drops open, and James snickers. 

You sit down on the bed and launch into your nightly routine of demolishing your joints, twisting around to coax painful-sounding cracking noises from your back, and Remus moves away from James to begin his nightly routine of trying to foil you, taking your shoulders in his hands before you can rotate your spine in the other direction. 

“Quit that,” he says, looking at you severely. 

You nod, but no sooner does Remus remove his hands from you than you’re contorting your back again, eliciting a series of popping noises that makes James wonder whether you might’ve broken something. 

Remus shakes his head at you, disappointed but not necessarily surprised. “I’m going to kill you,” he promises.

You grin. “You’re all talk.” 

You’re nearly as bad as Sirius when you get like this, but Remus knows just how to handle you, wrestling you flat onto the bed and laying down atop you. He toys with your hair lazily, a little smirk tugging at his lips. 

“Are you ready to wind down?” he asks you placidly. 

You’re laughing, squirming feebly underneath his weight, and James can’t help but chuckle, grabbing one of your hands by the wrist when you try to pinch at Remus’ side. 

“Traitor,” you say to him. 

“I take no sides,” he replies easily. “Sorry, angel.”

“Darling,” Remus hums lazily, getting your attention again. “Are you ready to go to sleep?” 

You roll your eyes and sigh greatly, but nod. Remus doesn’t let you off that easily this time, though, passing you immediately to Sirius, who tugs you tight to his front, your nose squishing into his cheek as he peppers your face with kisses. 

“Oh, I see,” James says, getting into the opposite side of the bed. “So they can touch your face, but I can’t, huh?” 

“Anyone can, once the product has dried,” Sirius says cooly, settling down with one final kiss to the tip of your nose. “Your mistake was jumping the gun, Potter.” 

“Can we be done with this?” you ask. “Remus is tired.” 

“Don’t use him as your scapegoat,” Sirius says, but peers over you to see Remus anyway, a tiny bit of worry in the squint of his eyes. “You’re not tired, are you Moons?”

“Only the normal amount,” Remus says, eyes already closed. 

James coos, touching his lips to the high point of Remus’ cheekbone, just beside a jagged scar. 

“Poor boy, we’re tormenting him,” he says lightly, and Sirius rolls his eyes but quiets down. 

For a good, long while, it’s silent. James watches the light in the room change as cars drive past, their headlights filtering through the curtains. The breathing around him becomes slower, more even. His own body relaxes into the mattress, eyelids drooping as he starts to give into that sweet, soft heaviness that waits just past the threshold of sleep. 

He hears a quiet rustling of sheets, and then a loud cracking sound comes from your side of the bed. 

A low voice. “Don’t make me come over there.”

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birthday blues

pairing: sirius black x f!reader  summary: first time godfather sirius goes shopping to find the perfect first birthday gift (jily + baby harry ♥️) wc: 5k a/n: me tryna heal canon trauma ❤️ because in my world everyone lives happily ever after !!! my lil celebration piece for hitting 200 followers! thank u all <3 not proofread, english is not my first language so plz be nice heheh

“What’s the store called again, sweets?”

even as a young kid, one of your biggest pet peeves is repeating yourself for more than four times. three is pushing it. your parents told you its a bad habit to take to adulthood because you’re bound to meet people who just don’t get what you’re saying the first or second time around. But one Wednesday morning, when you asked from upstairs where your favorite periwinkle socks were and your parents downstairs said something that the loud dishwasher and vacuum covered up, you asked them to repeat it again (still can’t hear), and again when you moved closer to the staircase down (barely heard any), then you heard your father’s heavy footsteps up, personally shoving in your waiting hand the said pair of socks.. only damp. “Honey, I said three times already, that they were still in the dryer,” your dad had huffed before heading back downstairs. That’s when you knew it was genetic. 

But, you love Sirius Black. It’s gotten to the point where in the honest, sensitive hours past midnight, while there was nothing much to do as you let sleep creep up from your tired limbs to your fluttering eyelids, but to watch peace settle on the raven-haired boy’s sharp features, ethereal and glowing like an angel even in the dark of the night; that you realize he may be the love of your life. It’s a scary thought, with fears of being too eager, too soon, too much—- so you tuck it in a little pocket and give it a nudge when you need a reminder of how big and true its growing with each second spent together. 

You love him, so you breathe out the snarky irritation away in slow heavy puffs and inhale peace, choosing to exercise patience because you know Sirius is nervous. 

“It’s Spintwitches Sporting Needs, love. ‘s right across Ollivanders if I’m not mistaken,” you say, taking his free hand in yours and rubbing small circles on his knuckles to calm some of his nerves down, while he drives through busy muggle London streets to park by the Leaky Cauldron. He throws you a soft smile and gives your hand a quick squeeze as thanks, grateful to the heavens that you’re here to keep him from going insane.

You know him enough that, while the day in question is not about him, or you, or your relationship, it meant a great deal to Sirius. 

He had one chance (even if you’d argue otherwise) to make things right, do things the right way the first time around with Harry. James knew this fact by heart, which is why he and Lily agreed in a heartbeat that Sirius should be little Harry’s godfather, as it was meant to be. He would do anything, go beyond means, hell, even against Merlin himself just to ensure the safety and happiness of his godson. 

No one, however, was expecting it to backfire and it caught you and Sirius off guard. Once the tears dried and elation diffused, the anxiety kicked in for Sirius, and in turn you. He knew what the opposite was, parents who robbed their own sons of happy childhoods and disowned him when he got brave enough to find happiness and protect it, he had lived it. And now that he has a chance to save an innocent soul from a similar fate, he was determined, but this fact scared him shitless.

He wanted everything to be perfect (who wouldn’t?) and gave everything he physically could to make James and Lily’s Harry’s life easy and happy. Seeing Sirius buy ‘How to Dad?’ books and pour over them at night or on his free time at work was undoubtedly an attractive and loving sight. In a span of a week, he knew which is the best formula to supplement with breastfeeding, toys to pick that stimulate early brain development, even clothes made with hypoallergenic materials that won’t irritate the sensitive newborn skin. It came to a point where James would ask him for advice when Lily’s at work, and Sirius would put on his trusty reading glasses and point at a specific passage of ‘How to Dad?’ that answers James’ question perfectly. 

Eventually, you did have to put your foot down when you found Sirius writing a howler to a baby food company when rumors started going around that their baby snack puffs (which Harry was obsessed with) had harmful chemicals in it. In typical Sirius fashion, he wasn’t convinced that easily. You’d bet that what pushed him off the howler letter route (and in turn protect the statute of wizarding secrecy) was seeing you spend lots of time in the kitchen to perfect making banana and strawberry baby snack puffs from scratch until the recall was over and the food was deemed safe to be consumed again by experts and Sirius himself. 

Hearing many iterations of how the newborn days and months go by so fast was difficult to believe at times, especially when you and Sirius were babysitting to let the exhausted parents get some sort of reprieve multiple times a month. It was almost always the same. Harry would sleep for four hours straight during the night, and almost hourly right after; and while you and sirius had gotten pretty good at dividing up the tasks like bottle feeding and nappy changes equally, the shrill cry of a hungry baby is difficult to ignore and sleep through. 

So despite of Sirius’s best efforts to crawl out of bed and tip-toe to the bassinet quietly not to wake your sleeping form, he gets sad but unsurprised to see you pad towards him and the baby, yawning soundlessly as you squeeze yourself between the soft armrest and Sirius’s side, head resting on his shoulder. It was his idea to get a spacious, soft recliner in the bedroom and it came in handy for situations like these, where getting back to bed once Harry sleeps is too risky as the boy would just wake up with the slightest movement, so the next best option was to try getting rest wherever you ended up in. The cries that once overpowered Sirius’s hushed whispers and cooing finally quiets down. A sigh of relief leaves both your lips, basking in the comfortable silence and bodies finding solace in each other’s warmth. 

You want to say so many things to your lovely boyfriend, things he just has to hear: that he’s doing such a great job, that you see him and all the extra steps he has to take to become and do better than what he was raised for, that you love him for every single bit of it— but the right words don’t come easy when sleep-deprived and exhausted at 4:25am in the morning. So you lift your lips up to meet his temple, the side of his mouth, then his lips; hoping it’d convey what words couldn’t at the moment. 

But time is an experienced thief. It was a Saturday afternoon in the middle of May and it was warm enough for you to whip out the frilly spring dresses that had been pushed to the back of your closet by the thick woolen coats from colder months. The boys had gone on a day trip to help Peter move into his first solo apartment, assembling furniture and stocking up on necessities to ensure he could survive on his own. Without the booming voices and bumbling energy of his father and godfather, little Harry had no choice but to match the calm and peaceful ambiance that you and Lily curated inside the Potter house. While it’s certainly different from what his everyday looks like (living with the likes of James), he seems to enjoy it. Gentle breeze from the windows Lily left open while she baked carry the smell of lemons and vanilla throughout the entire house, making it smell heavenly. You’d been sat on the floor by the dining table, surrounded by toy trains and colorful blocks, watching the ten-month-old munch on a toy graphorn adoringly. Recently, he’s been on a phase where he has to run anything he could get his hands on with his mouth. Some secret test or screening must be up there or something because that’s how Harry decides which toys are deserving of his attention for the day.

You’d picked up a toy set of magical creatures after work yesterday, and it won the almost toddler’s attention for the whole day. James had to snatch the toy niffler away from Harry’s grasp so he could say goodbye to his son and ask for a kiss. Safe to say there were no kisses exchanged because the little boy was too busy wailing and screaming at his father’s face. Lily had to create physical distance between her two boys so the younger one can calm down while the older got mopey. Sirius had to whisk his best friend away from the scene of the crime so that they can get on with the day, but not without leaving you a kiss. 

The said niffler had soon been replaced with the hippogriff, then now the graphorn, and it’s been sitting on your lap since. Harry suddenly pulls the toy graphorn out of his mouth with a resounding pop. You both share a second or two of shocked eye contact and silence, his bright green eyes wide with surprise, before triggering a belly flipping laughing fit. This child could shock himself with a sudden burp or an unexpected sound of hitting random things with a fork, and you’d laugh every single time like its the funniest cutest thing you’ve seen in your life. It’s likewise for the rest of the marauders. Being the first baby of the group had all the adults wrapped in his pudgy fingers and he has no idea. 

Harry’s eyes drop from your smiling face to the Niffler on your lap, and makes grabby hands. You almost, almost give in, but you decide to encourage him to go get it himself. Maybe today’s the day he starts to walk. You move to him a bit closer, probably a good seven baby steps in between. 

“You want the Niffler, bud? You have to go get it from me!” You make a show out of grabbing the toy from your lap multiple times, hoping it’d make sense to the little boy. 

He whines something sounding like your name and does more impatient grabby hands. But you weren’t giving up without a fight. “C’mon, Haz! You can do it,” you say enthusiastically. 

Harry did know how to stand and good thing you were both sat near the dining table chairs, so to alleviate some of your aunt guilt you tuck the niffler away and out of Harry’s reach, before helping him up to his feet and urging him to grab one of the chair legs for support. 

He stays upright, eyes still on the toy that you place again on your lap as you return to your original spot, and you clap with glee. “Great job, buddy! Okay, only a few steps to me and you’ll get the toy!”

Lily, curious to see the commotion happening on her kitchen floor, leans against the counter for a better view. Harry sees this and does the same thing, he looks at her pleadingly while making grabby hands and pointing to the niffler on your lap. You can tell the redhead’s fighting the mom urge to make her child’s life easier, but thank the heavens when she gives your same answer. She even moves to kneel beside you, waving to get her son’s attention and pointing at the niffler on your lap.

“C’mon, my sweet boy,” Lily says. “Mama knows you can do it!”

Motivated by frustration as his aunt and own mother won’t just hand him his goddamn toy, Harry whines angrily but makes a sideways step closer, death grip still on one of the chair legs. You and Lily squeal and clap in delight, urging the boy to do it again.

He makes a move for another step, but realizes that there’s no more legs to grab onto. Reluctantly, his right hand lets go and in turn faces you and Lily. This results in another round of applause, which serves like a drug to these little babies. 

An anxious expression fleetingly appears on his face as he looks to you both, but the encouragement and cooing seemed to scare those big feelings away. Determined, Harry makes an unsure step forward without support, which then makes both yours and Lily’s heartbeat jump. It all happened so quick, the fear of losing balance triggered Harry’s other leg catch him on impulse, then the same on the other leg, then the other. Harry’d made four successful steps on his own before his mom catches him in her embrace before he topples over to the floor.

You and Lily were a sobbing, exultant mess. Harry, clearly confused about the commotion, whines for the niffler while Lily kisses him all over his face. You hand it to his waiting palms like a trophy before ruffling his unruly hair.  An attempt for words has been made, but all that came from your mouth are garbled phrases about the miracle that just happened. Lily nods in agreement and you hug them both back. 

This ten-month old just walked. This is the same baby that kept you and Sirius up at night for his feedings. The same baby responsible for the drool and spit up marks on your shirts. The same baby that  laughs and babbles with you like he understands when you tell him random stories. The same baby that squeals in delight when you blow raspberries on his belly. 

It felt like he had just been born a few days ago, memories of changing hundreds of nappies and preparing bottles of milk still vivid in your mind. But it’s earth shattering to consider that he’s closer to being a one year old than to the little bundle handed to you by James in the hospital room. 

Time is unrelenting, stealing mundane moments behind your back and when you realize the loss, poof! The newborn you held in your arms is now a walking toddler. Soon, he’ll be the one talking your ears off, going to Hogwarts, driving a car.. You shiver at the thought. He was growing up so fast that blinking felt like cheating, afraid that you’ll miss a precious moment that you’ll never get back. 

His first birthday came in the same manner— too fast for both yours and Sirius’s liking, but the wistful feelings came with excitement as Harry being a toddler opened up lots more opportunities to play and discover the world around him. James and Lily had spent the whole month planning a big birthday bash to celebrate the kiddo’s life, inviting all their loved ones to share the special day with them. And with that, the pressure was on for Sirius, as the self-proclaimed best godfather to get the perfect first birthday gift.

It’s like the heavens knew it was a special day for you both that it made sure to put out the best shopping weather one could ever ask for—- not too warm or too cold. It was a Tuesday afternoon, which meant the adults were kept in workplaces and children sent to Hogwarts or in homeschooling, leaving Diagon Alley nearly deserted, minus the occasional stray shoppers entering and leaving shops here and there. Clad in color coordinated couples outfits (that was your thing recently, Sirius more than happy to oblige) and hand in hand, you begin the mission to locate Spintwitches Sporting Needs. 

Nostalgia always finds a way to seep into your bones whenever you find yourself in Diagon Alley. One blink and suddenly you’re ten again, both hands tucked in each parent’s as your mom pours over the list of school supplies you’ll need again for your first year at Hogwarts. You and Sirius see Ollivanders at a short distance and hear the entrance bell chime, the very same sound you heard when entering the shop for the first time, the shopkeeper taking one good look at you before immediately rummaging around the store, grabbing a specific box located on a random shelf four stories up. The look of confidence when he says it’s made just for you, a magical glow enveloping your tiny frame while opening the magenta box. That same magic guided you to a world where you truly belonged in, a castle that felt so much like home, and friends that soon became found family and lifelong partners. The thought of Harry soon experiencing these moments leaves a giddy feeling in your chest. 

The smoky sweet scent of freshly roasted chestnuts catches your attention and you discreetly look for the source of your favorite warm snack. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Sirius (hardly nothing ever does, even the things you wish he’d miss or forget), and he gives your hand a small tug. You try to be aloof as you return his waiting gaze, complete with a quirk of your eyebrow, to which he responds with an impish smirk towards your bad acting.

“You’re not fooling anyone with that look, sweets.” The amusement in his voice is palpable as he steers you away from the main walkway and towards the small chestnut stall tucked in an alleyway, almost hidden by the bigger shops surrounding it.

“But, the store’s right there, Siri,” you try to protest. He had been anxious and stressed out about this day in particular, you knew if you were in his shoes, you’d be beelining to the store as soon as you get off the car. But he just shakes his head like its the obvious choice and nods towards the cart. “Can’t have my girl hungry now.” 

After a failed attempt of trying to pay for the warm brown bag (you were no match for Sirius’s lithe, agile fingers in basically everything), you accept it with a sigh, giving yourself a few seconds to sulk before starting on the chestnuts. You weren’t the best at accepting things from other people just because, it always felt like you had to do something in return for them just to deserve it. Maybe that’s why the universe conspired to have you meet and fall for Sirius, who is a very enthusiastic giver, teaching you hard lessons on the daily.

As you begin the journey back to the shop, you carefully crack open one and hold it up to Sirius’s mouth, to which he happily obliged. “Mm, somehow chestnuts taste better when you handfeed me, dove. Do it again.”

You roll your eyes in response, but you find your fingers starting to peel another. “You’re lucky you’re good looking, Black,” you mutter to save some face, that you weren’t head over heels for this man and he to you. That’s a conversation to be had in another, less stressful day. 

The shop, painted electric blue and orange, wasn’t hard to miss. One step in and the welcoming aroma of broom polish, rubber, and smoky wood brings you right back to the Quidditch locker rooms; memories of frantically lacing up your boots a minute or two after James called you as backup for an injured beater, helping Marlene comb out the tail end to fix the broom alignment after practice, and getting pinned to the cool lockers during post-win celebratory makeout sessions with Sirius, replaying vividly in your head. 

It looked deceivingly small on the outside; aside from the expansive selection of different broomstick models, they had books and magazines about Quidditch strategies and featured famous matches, repair and maintenance kits for maintaining broomstick qualities, complete Quidditch gear for all shapes and sizes, and tiny practice snitches flying around the room. Squint and it’ll just be like how each Hogwarts common room would be decorated when there’s a big Quidditch match between houses or international ones in the world cup: streamers and accessories like horns and banners representing each team, posters of Chudley Cannons and Holyhead Harpies (in opposing corners to prevent unsolicited fights) accompanied by autographs of famous players and collectibles littering almost every surface of the walls. It was Quidditch dreamland. 

Still in awe admiring the displays as you both walk through aisles hand in hand, Sirius breaks the silence first. “What do you think Harry will play as in Quidditch?”

You hum in response and he continues, running his hands through the bat display they had for little kids.  “I bet he’d be a beater like me. You remember how that punk hit me straight on the face last week?” 

You nod in amusement. Sirius had played it cool as he gently laid Harry back in his playpen, still laughing and cooing, then as soon as little Harry turned his back on his uncle, Sirius ran to you for first aid and whined the whole time you were healing the already forming bruise. But not a few hours later, he’s bouncing the baby in his arms again as he gave him a tour of the backyard. 

“Yeah, those little fists definitely pack a punch.”

“How about you, love?”

Sifting through a year’s worth of memories, it was surprisingly easy to find your answer. “I think he’ll follow James’s footsteps and be a seeker.” 

Sirius’s pout becomes evident, making you giggle and tug on his arm in efforts to cheer him up. “Think about it. Ever since prongslet got those glasses, it’s harder to hide anything from him now because his eyes are so quick. Poor Crookshanks too, that cat can’t catch a break now when Haz wants to play because he tracks its movements.” 

Sirius lets out a soft chuckle and slings his arm around your shoulders to hold you closer. “Good point, good point,” he repeats, seemingly deep in thought as his fingers run up and down the small of your arm. “We shall see, whatever he decides to play as, or if he even plays at all, I’ll be proud of him.”

You look up to him as he absentmindedly stares at the Quidditch gear sets for little kids, a light, wistful smile on his handsome features. He might not say it out loud, but the love he has for his godson reverberates through his being, and its a warming sight to see. 

Before you confess your love for your boyfriend in the middle of a Quidditch store, you whisk him away and towards the toy broom display, the only thing you were both here for. Only the big bright signs directed you to the right place, which didn’t prepare you at all for the heart exploding sight.

You’re about to burst into tears seeing how cute and tiny the little toy brooms were, and how they came in complete with tiny versions of the headlights, seats, and bag compartments the usual adult broom comes with. Both you and Sirius stood with mouths agape for a solid minute as you took in the expansive display, before your lovely boyfriend proceeds to pick out the most expensive one with the most features on it from the batch.

Surprisingly, it was you who reminded him to grab a helmet before running off to purchase the toy broom, the giddiness and excitement spreading between the two of you. The cashier gives both of you a knowing look as you and Sirius both mellowed down from full giggles to bashful smiles, examines the broom to be purchased, and asks, “For your little one?”

Now, you were no stranger to conversations like these with former lovers in the past, and you could almost hear the typical response of denial that comes swiftly with the question. It used to hurt, even if you knew by heart that that person didn’t have the fifth date potential or that it just wouldn’t last. It’s that unexplainable feeling of shame and rejection when they’d realize that it won’t work with you before you would, or if they answer with a laugh, as if having a future with you is an appalling thought. You’ve gotten better with it throughout the years, but for some reason your skin crawls with the thought of Sirius saying the same things. Years of desensitization down the drain, you find yourself bearing your entire soul to the man beside you the entire relationship, and he can easily break you into two with his response. You cross your fingers that he won’t.

He was already looking when your gaze met his, a look of softness and tenderness from him so profound you wondered if you were deserving of it. The surge of butterflies in your belly was all consuming. 

Sirius shifts uneasily and shakes his head, you prepare for the worst. “For our nephew, not for our own child..,” he pauses, glancing back at you for a quick second. “Yet. But if all goes according to my sneaky plan, we might be back sooner than she thinks.”

The cashier chuckles at your stunned reaction as you shift your focus between him and your boyfriend who was both furiously blushing and actively avoiding your stare. Did you just get a marriage proposal? 

Taking advantage of your confusion, Sirius pays for everything including the gift wrapping, which you had previously argued about who was responsible paying (you won, not that that matters now). You let him tug your arm and guide you out of the store, saying a quick thank you to the amused cashier. The influx of butterflies were back, tickling your insides and spreading warmth in each crevice. Just seeing Sirius handle the rambunctious mini James with care and glee, makes it so easy for you to imagine a life with him, and eventually have a little bean that’s equal parts of you and him. You hope they’d get the best parts of both.

No one brings it up as you began your journey back to the car and you’re grateful. Gift bag swinging on your arm, you drag Sirius to go get ice cream to which he happily obliges. 

A gentle quiet settles on accomplished shoulders like a warm blanket as you settle in the car. Strawberry and vanilla fudge ice cream sticky sweet on each other’s lips as you exchange cones every once in a while. It would be enough to lull you to sleep, if not for Sirius’s deep breaths and sighs, the thundering of his heart that he tries to quell by discreetly scratching a small part of the steering wheel where his thumb usually lay. 

He breaks the silence first, an uneasy tone making his voice seem small. “Do you think he’ll like it, dove?”

“Yes, Siri. I know he’ll love it.” You try your best to enunciate the right words, but a conflicted expression marrs his handsome features, sending a twinge to your heart. 

It comes to you before he speaks. This was something that had been plaguing Sirius’s mind for a while, occupying his dreams and thoughts, embedding itself to his mind and causing unwarranted amounts of stress. You resist the urge to fill in the blanks for him because it has to come from him and him only. 

But after everything he’s been through, what seems easy for most sometimes is the hardest to muster. “Siri,” you pause, waiting until he looks up at you and you keep his gaze. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

His gray orbs still before the dam breaks. “I’m sorry, love.” He chokes. “If I’m being so difficult, irky, irritated, anxious, everything.”

Hot tears run down his cheeks and it’s a painful watch. wanting nothing but to wipe it off and tuck him in your embrace and promise him he won’t be hurt as long as you’re there, but you can’t. The best thing you could do for him is to let it all out and finally feel.

He stares ahead on the city road with fingers trembling on the wheel. “I’m just so scared. So scared. James and Lily have been amazing parents, I can’t say same thing for myself but I try my best. Sometimes I still feel like he deserves someone better to be his godfather,” he sobs. “I just love him so much. I want only the best for him. I just want him to be happy and healthy all the time.”

After a while, you say with a bittersweet tone. “You know we can’t promise that, Siri,” you sigh. “Storms will come and will do damage and hurt and things that we can’t undo,” you pause, sniffling as you take your right hand to guide him to face you again, vulnerable gray eyes meeting yours. “But you know what?”

You give him an assuring smile, speaking the truth. “He’s gonna be alright because little as he is right now, he is so loved and adored by so many people, so loved by his parents. And so loved by his godfather.”

It wasn’t said aloud, it doesn’t need to. Loud as it could be, Sirius knows what you’re about to say; that his ability to love despite of everything he’s been through, despite of his own family ruthlessly trying to rob him of the ability to do so. That’s the type of love that Sirius gives, a love that withstands rain and abandonment; a love that stays after a rough storm, offering a home always open to go to when times are rough and feelings are still hurt; a love that tells the truth even when its hardest to hear. 

You know all this as an easy fact because you’re at the receiving end. Even if you hadn’t heard it from his lips yet.

“Have I told you I love you?”

A watery smile spreads on your face as you shake your head. “No, but i feel it everyday.”

“I love you, Y/N.” It leaves his lips like breaths, naturally and easily. 

It’s the same thing for you, too. “I love you too, Siri.” 

And it ends with sticky kisses that taste of vanilla fudge and berries.

[marylily-my-beloved]

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➥ Back at that Party (finished). Canon AU, marylily fic, background dorlene. Mary & Lily have a disagreement at a party and forced to sort it out together. 1/1 Chapter ♡

➥ Good Luck Babe! (finished). Canon AU, Lily x Narcissa wedding fic, end game narcissa x lucuis. Lily gets invited to Narcissa's wedding, and warns her about what could happen to her, and then dies a couple of years later. Main Character Death, 1/1 Chapter (based on Good Luck Babe! by Chappell Roan) ♡ (tumblr link)

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➥ Strawberry Mentos (finished). Modern AU, marylily fic based on 'strawberry mentos'. Short and pretty cute and sweet. Getting Together fic. 1/1 chapter ♡ (tumblr link)

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[aeligsido]

I have thoughts but too many fic wips (I will probably add this idea into it anyway) so please have this:

Sirius dies at the end of OotP (as usual) and Remus discovers he's pregnant. For reasons™ (let's say Death Eaters and Greyback and probably Minister related on top of the werewolf one), he can't exactly tell anyone about say pregnancy, but Tonks somehow learns about it. She decides to bring him to her parents and then they devise a plan™ where 1) they get married 2) they pretend Tonks is the one pregnant 3) Remus stays with Andromeda & Red while Tonks is out there pretending to be Remus. (It's convoluted!!! I know!!!! Let's just go with it plz)

Anyway the only one who knows about it other than those four is obviously Harry, and since he can't keep a secret from Ron and Hermione they know too ("if we have to die to keep the secret, we will" "there is really no need to go that far, Ron" "well I sure so but you know. just in case."). The baby is born, Harry is godfather (he cries), Tonks is godmother (she almost cries), everyone is mostly happy (and a bit a lot sad Sirius isn't here).

Fast-forward to maybe the Battle of Hogwarts and suddenly Sirius is back from the dead. And absolutely believes that Remus and Tonks' marriage is real. And also he can do maths and if they got a baby during Harry's sixth year it means they had sex while Sirius was having sex with Remus which :/// he's not happy about. So he starts spite-dating because fuck it.

Meanwhile Remus is trying to find a way to break it to Sirius that 1) the whole marriage thing is fake actually 2) the baby is his 3) he would very much like to date him.

Anyway. They're idiots for a bit and then happy ending.

[hammyham-o-o]

Can you show your 4 favorite fandoms?

OK :D

hmmm lets see...

#1 is HAMITLON MUAHAHA (no surprises there)

I'm gonna group amrev in with Hamilton too, bc even though they *are* two separate fandoms (if you can call amrev a fandom?) they're very much intertwined for me personally :3

I'm not really active in any other fandoms online, buuuut I also love:

#2 HEARSTOPPERRRR

SPECIFICALLY THE COMICS :D (I love the tv show too but the comics AHHHH THEY'RE JUST SO GOOD SDKJFGAKSD)

Also the whole osemanverse, really (all of Alice Oseman's books are *incredible*) (Charlie, Georgia, Pip, Francis, and Aled and my favourite beans and kindred spirits and I love them so much)

#3 KOTLC

I was OBSESSED with this series a while back... how long has it been now, six years? HOLY MOLY time flies 😂 Anyways even though I'm not as completely consumed by it anymore, Keeper of The Lost Cities is still making the list because it's JUST SO GOOD)

Also fun fact: the first fanfic I ever read was a KOTLC fanfic :3

(TEAM KEEFE FOR LIFE)

(SHANNON MESSENGER ILY BUT *PLZ* RELEASE THE LAST BOOK IM DYING HERE)

(WE NEED AN ENDING THAT'S NOT A CLIFFHANGER 😭)

#4 MAURADERSSS

I've been a HUGE Harry Potter fan since FOREVER (Jk Rowling is horrid though, I do not support her), and I just recently discovered the Mauraders fandom and AHHHHHH

I LOVE YOUNG REMUS AND SIRIUS AND WOLFSTAR AND JEGULUS DSKFJHAKDSJF

AND THE ANGST??? OMFG

I haven't read All The Young Dudes yet (waiting till school gets a little less busy) but I'm HYPED 🔥

HONOURABLE MENTIONS because I can't just leave these two out:

Percy Jackson (I had a HUGE greek mythology phase) and A Series of Unfortunate Events (The world is quiet here ;))

[lexithwrites]

Hellooo. I need some moonkiller plz. They have like 2 incredible fics and it's over.

Love...

is this remus and barty?? thats an interesting ship omg i feel like remus would lowkey be terrified of barty xD but then again since barty is so smart i can see them being in the library together, maybe even detention if remus got in trouble for a stupid prank james and sirius started, and barty is at the back of the classroom throwing paper at him and remus snaps and barty like GRINS remus lupin never gets angry but 'kitty got claws' and remus goes bright red but barty tells him its okay to let that shit out every so often, its worse if you bottle it, and idk maybe barty kinda helps remus with any anger stuff he has inside?

[accio-sriracha]

Marauders as conversations I've had with my three brothers.

~~~♤~~~

*playing mario party*

Sirius: What even is birdo?

Remus: Are you kidding me?

Sirius: No... What it's like a- it's like a duck, right?

James: *laughing and spitting out soda* A duck?

~~~♤~~~

Peter: Can somebody please give me some sugar, I'm going to like pass out.

James: *walking towards him with stretched arms* Okay, c'mere bro, I'll give you some sugar.

Peter: *running away screaming*

Sirius: *watching the chaos* Who even says 'give me some sugar' anymore?

Remus: Fuck if I know man, I just live here.

~~~♤~~~

James: We have a lot of weird conversations in the car

Sirius: I guess, idk they seem normal to me.

James: Pads, you literally just told me you would torture zombies into submission in an apocalypse...

Sirius: ... okay maybe you're right.

James: We should have more serious conversations like... like our taxes or something.

Sirius: If I ever talk to you about my taxes just fucking shoot me.

~~~♤~~~

James: I just built an entire working community complete with a hospital and a grocery store in minecraft.

Sirius: Oh yeah? I just put on knee high socks without rolling them up first.

James: *sighing* fuck you got me there, man.

Remus: *staring at them both in disappointment* I cannot believe I live with you two.

~~~♤~~~

*in the car blasting 'I Want It That Way' by the Backstreet Boys*

James: *singing horribly* YOU ARE... MY FIRE

Sirius: *literally just screeches* THE ONE... DESIREEEE

Peter: *absolute war-cry* BELIEVE... WHEN I SAY-

All three of them: *whales are terrified across the globe* I WANT IT THAAAT WAYYYY

Remus: *curled up in the backseat trying to read* What is my life?

~~~♤~~~

*playing minecraft*

James: YOU FUCKING BLEW UP MY HOUSE YOU DICKBAG!

Sirius: I'M LITERALLY TELLING YOU IT WASN'T ME!!

Peter: *shaking in creeper magnet* What if we all just have some chips guys??

~~~♤~~~

*texting*

Sirius: Can u plz get me diet soda while ur @ the store

Remus: No.

Sirius: Plz, im dying, i rlly need drinks

Remus: Text me properly and maybe I'll consider it.

Sirius: ughhhhh nvm ill ask james

~~~♤~~~

Sirius: That basketball game was so much fun, dude, we got some free stuff!!

Remus: How'd you get those?

Peter: *sighing* He stole them off of a table and ran away.

Sirius: *nodding* We also got taco bell :)

Remus: You know what, remind me not to ask next time.

~~~♤~~~

*Peter and Remus prepping a meal*

Sirius: You ever wonder if fruit can feel things?

James: *not looking up from his phone* They can.

Peter: *Horrified*

Remus: Well, there goes my help for the fruit salad.

~~~♤~~~

Remus: I really just want to go home and drink tea and read my book, not gonna lie.

James: You are such a nerd.

Peter: Says the guy with like 400 Pokémon cards.

James: *gasping* Those are collectors items, leave them out of this.

~~~♤~~~

James: These are my brothers, Peter and Remus.

Sirius: *offended*

James: *quietly* I try not to introduce you if I can help it, it scares people off.

~~~♤~~~

James: *walking through the door* Hey guys, I'm back!

Sirius: *screaming at Peter to turn off the smoke detector*

Peter: *literally trying to put out a fire*

Fire: *is from a microwaved ramen with no water in it*

The entire house: *smoking and smells like radioactive styrofoam*

Remus: *lying face down on the couch low-key sobbing while listening to spotify*

James: *turning back around* You know, one of these days I'll come home to a normal household.

James: Maybe you'll all be dead, but it'll be normal.

~~~♤~~~

[childotkw]

Jordan, plz we need another part of the regulus saves izuna au

Also how far did the rumors about regulus really reach?? Was he infamous in a matter of days or did they have to do enough searching to find him???

I'd say he arrives about six months before the fated Izuna-getting-fatally-stabbed battle, which is plenty of time for him to arrive, adjust, start his little habit of magically healing people, and gaining a reputation. Madara had already heard rumours of a guy apparently able to heal even some of the worst wounds, so he immediately sets out to find him once they realise Izuna ain't gonna be coming back from this one. Hence the kidnapping! Lucky for him, Regulus has a weakness for brothers 😉

Most of the surrounding ninja clans in the Land of Fire would probably know about him by that point. They do deal in information after all, and someone who can heal as well as he can would be a hot topic. Some might have even gotten help from him, but he exists in this weird off-limits / no-man's-land space because he's a civilian, unaffliated with any clan, and isn't interested in being affiliated with any of them. They...don't really know what to do with him, to be honest.

But after he heals Izuna, the Uchiha are basically trying to claim him, and it kicks up a lot of interest (and protest - mainly from Regulus himself 😂)

--- -- --- -- --- -- ---

"Oh, that's not right," Regulus muttered under his breath.

It had Madara straightening immediately from where he was slumped against the wall, the crack in his spine almost audible. Between one blink and the next, the man was beside him - and if Regulus were not already used to how fast these bastards could move, he might have jumped.

Which would have been a pity since he was wrist deep in someone's chest cavity at the moment.

"What is it?" Madara asked, low and rough from the hours he had spent in here without a break. Regulus could feel his own thirst, a burn that pulsed in time with his heartbeat and made his whole throat feel swollen.

"There's something in his wound," Regulus said, frowning a little deeper as he again felt that oily sliver brush against his magic before ducking away. "It's not...shrapnel or anything like that, but it's definitely responsible for the infection being as difficult to curb as it is."

"Poison?" Madara hissed, his eyes narrowing suspiciously, and Regulus might not be able to sense their chakra well but he could feel the weight spreading over the room like an uncomfortably hot blanket.

He clicked his tongue.

"Stop that," he snapped, feeling his headache grow. "And no, it's not poison. My mag - any foreign substances would have already been purged during my initial work. This thing...whatever it is, it's aware." He looked up at the other man. "It's sentient."

"So it's a parasite?" Madara suggested, mouth twisting with confusion.

"I don't know what it is," Regulus said, shaking his head. His hair, drenched in sweat from how long he had been healing, clung to his forehead and neck. "But it keeps slipping through my senses. It's hiding, trying to burrow deeper inside him to avoid me. But I can feel it. It's like ink - slick and disgusting. Whatever this thing is, it does not want me to heal your brother."

And like most older brothers would, like Sirius would if this had been Regulus, Madara's shoulders went back and his expression darkened with protective fury.

"Can you get it out?"

Regulus looked back down at where his hand was sunk into Izuna like he had dipped his hand through the surface of water, the spell he had cast the only thing making this possible. His mind raced, trying to recall something, anything, that might let him draw this toxic shard out of his patient.

"Maybe," he answered. "Though it won't be easy for him to endure."

Whatever manner of foulness polluted Izuna was strong. It was sucking the life right out of the younger man, draining his energy and keeping him on the precipice of death in a way that was unnatural. A lot like a curse, it feasted on him.

It was only Regulus' magic at this point that was keeping Izuna alive.

"Do it," Madara ordered.

[evanorphia]

NEW THEME NEW THEME NEW THEME!!! i need some marylily thoughts… try convert me plz

marylily....but they never actually get together.

HEAR ME OUT HERE, okay so when lily realises she’s queer it’s because she realises that she has a crush on mary...who is dating sirius, so nothing comes of that because who is lily to tell her best friend that she has a crush on her when she literally has a boyfriend? that’s something that wouldn’t have even crossed lily’s mind, she’d have yearned for mary in silent and every night she’d ask god why she was different, why he had made her queer, but she wasn’t ashamed of her queerness, she just didn’t understand why she was like this if all her life she’d been told it was wrong. furthermore, in the end of sixth year lily realises that she likes james back and in seventh year she and james get together.

just before lily realises she likes james, mary and sirius break up, it’s a mutual break-up that ended on good terms with then staying as best friends instead of dating. a couple months after james and lily get together mary starts to develop a crush on lily completely oblivious to the fact that lily had liked her only six months or so earlier. mary then has to watch as her best friend and crush gets pregnant, gets engaged, gets married, has a baby, and then dies all while knowing she could’ve never told lily that she liked her because she didn’t want to get in the way of her best friend’s marriage.

it’s a whole big “it could’ve happened in another universe, all the right cards were there, but unfortunately a wrong hand was drawn” and that’s devastating. the fact that THEY BOTH LIKED EACH OTHER JUST NOT AT THE SAME TIME.

OR if that doesn’t float your boat

marylily with the classic best friends to lovers.

now, i myself am not a very big friends to lovers fan, i think it can be a bit boring if done incorrectly. but imagine them realising they’ve fallen for each other and then trying to dance around the feelings, they’re oblivious to the other person’s feelings so convince themselves it’s not a requited love. and then one day one of them just breaks, they can’t take it anymore, and they spill their guts to the other and find out the other liked them back.

them falling in love but all the while lily is struggling with her queerness in contrast to her religion and mary is afraid that lily won’t want her anymore when she finds out that mary doesn’t want to have sex; when she finds out that mary is asexual. and that all snowballs into them then growing distant because they’re both scared. they start putting marlene in the middle of their arguments and the tension is at an all time high until marlene just has enough and forces them to sit down and talk to each other.

after the talk it’s still not 100% smooth all the time, but it definitely gets better when they both have their fears and problems known to the other. they keep their relationship a secret until nearer the end of seventh year because lily isn’t comfortable with the idea of being out as queer until then, she has to work through a lot of shit to do with how she was raised, but at the end of it all they get their happy ending (or they die whatever floats your boat).

obviously that was very overly simplified because i honestly prefer the one where they’re soulmates but never get together, but thank you for reading to my marylily yap 😋

[moastray-tlb-au]

Introduction Post!

Hey, & welcome to this blog (which is also a ask & slight rp Blog). As you read from the bio/title, this IS a AU, so not a lot of things might not the same unfortunately, but despite that, you will still see the main cast from MO: Astray (Do warn I did kinda make them a bit different bcs idk the original designs just needed some... pizazz imo-)

Also this is a 13+ ask/lore blog, so if you wanna ask anything, plz remember to read teh warnings first before doing so.

(Plz touch the read more thing to go down)

Anyways some warnings before going into this blog:

This blog can & will contain heavy topics (§əłf Ĥæřm, §əłf Đəæťĥ, Just death in general, & that of other topics that are quite heavy..)

Spoilers of MO: Astray (This includes minor spoilers, but spoilers are still spoilers)

The drawings here can & might contain g0re, bl00d, & Violence. (This, however, will depend on what is being drawn atm)

Some of the characters here were given some new lore as most of the they had in the original game... did not exist... Yes, this includes headcanons. So don't be mad if the character shown on screen is inaccurate to their original/canon counterpart.

This blog can have some dark themes depending on what is happening at the moment. (Although I really don't want this to be a completely edgy blog because I ain't like that, bro)

Character designs are/will be altered. (Bcs I'm just like that, don't be angry at me, plz)

This blog might contain OCs, but those are pretty much side characters as the main cast of MO: Astray are the true focus of this blog.

There will occasionally be filler on here. So don't get mad when I post that on here. (Like fan child stuff or idk... Turnerbel Art?) (Yes the turnerbel ship does exist in Timeline Breaker but it isn't truly important to the lore, just some trivia)

With those warning out of the way now, let's get onto the rules!

Rules of this blog:

Please no inappropriate/nasty comments/asks. This blog is run by a minor who's AroAce, & personally... I really don't to see that from you guys....

No hate speech/asks. (This inludes bigoted asks & ðəæťĥ ťĥřəæț§ against me. Yes I may have headcanon like most of the main cast as LGBTQ+ based, but those are just headcanons & I want to have fun on this blog + I'm just a random kid man)

Make sure the ask yur giving the characters is actually directed at them. But if it's a ask for Multiple characters, best to use the first letter of their First & Last Name. (Elara = ES, Sirius = SG, Jeremiah = JG, Harper = HT, Aska = AM. Although MO can just be called... well MO. He'll, you can even ask the frikin ai from MO: Astray but refer to him as "DAS" thanks. (Not doing the other bosses though bcs idk... I feel like they don't have much importance to this AU + we are on earth, not on a alien planet)

Do not repeat yur ask unless I for 1 actually have not gotten yur ask yet, I obviously don't want to be spammed by a bunch of anons by just asking me questions.

If you are going to ask a question, make sure to title it with "Character" (A QnA Thing for the person themselves) or "Lore" (for lore based questions. If you have anything else put it in "Other". I however won't be accepting any unrelated asks/requests. (As those will be deleted)

NO IRL BASED QUESTIONS! This includes what my irl name or where I live, that's creepy, especially if yur asking that on a blog RUN BY A MINOR! (Yes this includes creepy comments, plz frik off & never come back)

Thats all of the rules out of the way... So onto the main cast now! (Which is literally just the cast from MO: Astray... maybe with a few OCs here & there)

This Blog's Cast Members!

(Might contain some OCs but only 1 is rlly Important-)

Main Cast!

Elara Shelley (Important)

Jeremiah Greenbel (Important)

Sirius Grant (Side)

Harper Turner (Side)

Aska Middleton (Side)

MO (Side)

D.A.S (Dylan) (Side)

"Torment" (OC) (Important)

The Golden Brotherhood (OCs) (Important/Anatags)

Side Cast/Background Characters!

Lumo (OC)

Issac (OC) (Greenbel's strange son)

Some random Family members of 5 of the main cast.

Thats really it for now... uh.. yeh? Anyways, imma stop writing this... @neptuniadoesstuff signing off today! Just hope I can get one ask or smtn. (Or not, we'll see)

[daffodilsonaprettystring]

🚨SPOILERS FOR CH 57 OF CRIMSON RIVERS!🚨

I miss my moon and star boys. I hope they reunite soon.

Characters from @mayzarbewithyou Crimson Rivers!!

[moonstruckme]

plz...i beg you...fluffy sirius x gf!reader and he is just obsessed

all touch all the time, a million kisses, "no don't leave"

reader is insecure about it cause she's not used to being in loving relationships let alone one with The Sirius Black

yes this is the most basic plot but plz i'm starved for new sirius content

Thanks for requesting lovely!

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 669 words

“Sirius.” Your voice is muffled through thick fabric. “Honey, this is excessive.” 

You’re barely even walking, Sirius propelling you both along as he holds you tight to his side, half a dozen layers of cushioning between you. He scrubs his hand over your shoulder as if you need the extra warmth, looking at you worriedly. 

“Darling, you can’t go out in this weather with a jacket that doesn’t zip,” he says, pulling your scarf up a notch. It tickles the bottom of your nose. 

“I didn’t know it was broken until I put it on,” you defend yourself. “Anyway, I’m not cold.” 

“Liar,” he accuses fondly, dropping a kiss just below the wooly band of your hat. “Listen, we’re almost there, and then we’ll get some warm butterbeer in you, yeah?”

You don’t bother arguing further, allowing him to all but carry you, your side pressed awkwardly against his, the rest of the way to the Three Broomsticks. 

James and Remus both smile at you, expressions faintly puzzled, as you come inside. They’re sitting across from each other in the booth, and Sirius says, “Move, Prongs,” with such surety that James doesn’t even question it, sliding out of his seat and in next to Remus. 

“Siri,” you chide softly as he finally peels away from you to sit down. Chilly air fills in the gap in your coat where he stood, and you shiver in surprise. 

“I knew it!” Sirius cries, more distressed than triumphant. He reaches for you, hauling you into the booth and up against him. “C’mere, baby, let me warm you up.” He takes his gloves off before your own, rubbing warmth into your barely stiff fingers. Remus and James are silent, wearing nearly matching stunned expressions. Nearly, because Remus’ one eyebrow is quirked knowingly. 

“Merlin, shortcake, did you come upon a blizzard out there?” James asks, confused. 

“No,” you say embarrassedly, gently removing your hands from Sirius’ to take off your scarf. 

“The zipper on her coat is broken,” Sirius grouses like it’s part of some larger plot against you. 

“This is a ploy,” Remus decides. “He just wants an excuse to touch her.” 

Sirius scoffs, pressing his warm hands to your cheeks. “I don’t need an excuse to touch my girlfriend,” he says, and plants an emphatic kiss on your chapped lips to prove it. “My motivations are twofold. Now can one of you be useful and get us some butterbeer?”

“Oh, I’ve got it,” you say, but you’ve barely set one foot out of the booth before Sirius is scrambling to get his arms around your shoulders, tugging you back to his chest.

“No, you stay.” He bands one arm around your waist and another just above your chest, keeping you securely in place. “One of the boys’ll get them, lovely.” 

James lets out a low whistle as Remus gets up, heading towards the bar. “What’ve you done to him?” he asks you. “It’s all baby this and lovely that, can’t keep his hands to himself, and now he has separation anxiety?”

“She is lovely,” Sirius says, nuzzling your shoulder as you shake your head at James bewilderedly. “If you had someone like her, Prongsie, you wouldn’t want her to leave either.” 

“Seems like a blessing and a curse,” James mutters, but he’s smiling. 

“Siri,” you try, speaking quietly to him over your shoulder, “I’m feeling pretty warm now, baby.” 

“Yeah?” He takes your chin in his hand, keeping your face angled to the side so he can kiss the corner of your mouth, the skin next to your eye. “That’s great, sweetness.” He starts tugging your coat off for you, placing it atop his own. You start to shuffle away, thinking the cause for your proximity is over, but he only adjusts you in his lap, intertwining your fingers and hooking his chin over your shoulder. “Mmm, yeah, this is better,” he decides, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “Can get you even closer without all those layers in between.” 

[sammyjhand]

Wolfstar microfic, Feb 6. Bond

“You are out of your ever loving mind, Prongs.”

James fixes Sirius with a look that he knows to mean “I’m not kidding”.

“I’d literally rather spend the holidays with your extended family again than go over there and talk to that twat.”

“You said you wouldn’t hold that against me! It was two days and they brought you a gift!” James defends, quickly side tracked by the comment.

“Not the point,” Sirius says, looking across the bar to where Remus and their friends sit at a table in the corner of the pub. Remus, their friends, and Remus’ new boyfriend, that is.

“Sirius, you can’t stand here all night. You need to go play nice. To bond.” James pats Sirius’ shoulder. “Remus likes the bloke enough to bring him ‘round the pub. This is big, and he’s probably pretty anxious about it. You need to go be supportive.”

James makes a stupid amount of sense, but Sirius is impervious to good sense.

“But I’m not supportive. I do not support this.”

“Well,” James shrugs, grabbing his pint and making to head back to the table. “Suit yourself. I know it hurts, seeing him with someone he really likes. But you’ve had your chance all this time, and you just won’t take it. So be happy for him, please.”

And with that, he joins the group who are laughing loudly at something Remus has said. Sirius’ heart pangs, wanting to be the one sat next to him, gripping his forearm as he’s wracked with belly laughs.

James is right, though. He’s had his shot for as long as he’s remembered, and he’s never taken it.

Remus looks up in surprise when Sirius joins the group and sits at the opposite head of the table. Sirius can’t bring himself to say much, because he meant what he said to James.

He is not supportive, and he doesn’t support this.

But he loves Remus. So he smiles, nods along, and tries to ignore the visceral pain in his chest.

Im bored and can’t sleep. Do not judge this quick microfic plz. But I love an angsty, jealous Sirius moment. And Remus pretending that he’s okay being with anyone who isn’t Sirius.

Enjoy

[moralfailings]

Genuinely need someone to tell me if we know how the black family has so much money??? Cuz like obviously generational wealth and stuff but I don’t understand the Source. Were they royalty???? Did they have a business of some sort?????? I mean like generations back from sirius and reg. How do they have infinite money??? What are orion black’s “””investments””””” i need someone to explain the wizard economy to me plz

[divinlyethereal]

Not my comfort characters being dead