#Remus can fit his hand perfectly on Sirius ass

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Sirius Black is a twink boy and a bottom

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Baking dissaster

T4T wolfstar smut: oral, strap

It was a lazy day Sirius and Remus took the day off. And Sirius got the brilliant idea to bake a cake. “Sirius that’s not how you’re supposed to mix it you’re using the wrong spell.” Remus said with a sigh. “My dear moony that way it’s going way faster and we’ll finish faster!” Sirius answered with a big smile on his face. Remus shook his face in response already seeing the disaster coming from miles away. “See told you, the batter looks all good and we’re already done!” Sirius showed the bowl. “Then why is it bubbling padfoot?” Remus answered already moving away. “I’m not sure what you’re saying it looks good to m-.” Before the full sentence has even left his lips the batter exploted all over his face, some even getting in Remus’ hair. “I told you!” Remus said annoyed but then he saw Sirius’ face. The batter dripped down like his face was melting off. Remus bursted out laughing. “Moony that is not funny my poor face!” He said baffled. “I told you drama queen come on let’s just take a shower, it’s fine.” Sirius still murmured as Moony took his arm to go to the bathroom.

“Here.” Remus said as he wiped more batter off Sirius’ face. “I’m sorry I wanted to do something nice.” He said as he got under the spray. “I know love but hey at least the batter just got on your face and my hair.” Remus answered with a chuckle. Sirius teasingly nipped at his side. “Hey no!” Remus said with a chuckle. “Will you wash my back for me? Then I’ll wash the batter out of your hair.” Sirius asked as he batted his eyelash. Remus nodded rolling his eyes. He put the lavender soap in his hands and lathered Sirius’ back. Sirius moaned at the touch of Remus’ hands over his back. Remus chuckled. When he was done he planted a small kiss on his shoulder. “Buck down for me a bit.” Sirius asked as he put the shampoo in Remus’ hair, getting all the batter out. When he was done he stared at Remus. “What?” Remus asked. Sirius slowly sank to his knees. “Oh fuck.” Remus let out. “I haven’t even done anything.” Sirius chuckled. “Just seeing you on your knees is just.” Remus responded. Sirius slowly rubbed his finger over the aching spot. Remus groaned at the touch. Sirius got closer and licked slowly. He loved when Remus got all wild for him it made him confident. He placed his hands over Remus’ thighs and licked faster. Filthy sounds and words came from Remus’s mouth. Sirius made eye contact and saw the lust in his eyes. He grinned and sucked harder as he squeezed Remus’s thighs. “Oh fuck!” Remus moaned. “You like that?” Sirius asked teasing. “Fuck yeah.” He answered as he moved his hand in Sirius’s hair. “I’m going to make you come so hard.” Sirius just hummed in response. The taste of moony on his tongue got him dripping. He kept sucking and licking. Flicking his tongue all the right ways. “Oh Sirius!” Remus said as his orgasm hit him. Sirius grinned as he got up. Remus kissed him passionately. Sirius hummed against his lips. “I’m not done with you yet.” Remus whispered in his ear.

They dried off as fast as they could. Their hair was still wet but they couldn’t be bothered. “Bed now!” Remus ordered. Sirius did as he was told watching as Remus got something out of the dresser and also got a good view of his ass. He bit his lip. Remus put some lube, a strap and a harness on the bed. “Can we use it?” Remus asked. Sirius nodded excitement bubbling inside him. Remus grinned. He put some lube inside the strap so it feels nice as it fits perfectly over him. As he got all harnessed up Sirius waited impatiently on the bed. He tugged on the strap as Remus got done. Remus groaned. “Hmm so it works then?” Sirius said grinning. “Bastard.” Remus answered as he kissed Sirius. Sirius threw his hands around Remus’ neck deepening the kiss. Remus kissed his neck and collarbone as Sirius whined. Remus lowered himself grinning at Sirius’ desperate face. He licked slowly feeling the wetness hit his tongue. Sirius moaned. He flicked his tongue up and down. Sirius tugged on Remus’ hair. Remus groaned and started sucking. Sirius moaned louder. “Fuck moony!” Remus grinned and kept on licking and sucking. “More! Moony please!” Sirius whined. “Desperate are we?” Remus said as he looked up. “Please just fuck me!” Sirius whined again. Remus got up and lowered himself to Sirius as he kissed him. “I will go slowly first okay?” Sirius nodded. Remus slowly entered inside. Sirius moaned. “That good?” “Fuck yes!” Sirius breathed. Remus slowly went in and out. He moaned too finally feeling what it was like. Sirius took Remus’ face in his hands and kissed him desperately. “I love you” “I love you too” Remus answered as he picked up the paste. “Fuck!” Sirius moaned out. Remus kept kissing him as he kept trusting in and out. Remus also moaned. “Let me ride you.” Sirius breathed. Remus rolled over as Sirius got on top and lowered himself. “Fuck that’s hot.” Remus said as Sirius bounced up and down. “Ahh! Fuck Sirius I’m not going to last long!” “Me neither!” Sirius answered. He bounced up and down a few more times when both their orgasms hit. Sirius collapsed on Remus out of breath. “I’m never letting you bake again.” Remus said. “Well if it ends like this.” Sirius answered. Remus just chuckled and kissed Sirius’ forehead.

[pinkteapotwriting]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a wolfstar x reader. Where they find out the reader has a daddy kink, but she’s too shy to tell them? Also Remus and Sirius are a little older than her so she was worried that they’d assume she was only in a relationship with them due to the kink? I love your writing ♥️

Wolfstar x Fem!reader

Warning : Daddy kink, pet names, super sub fem reader, slight degradation, cream pie, male and female receiving. So yeah porn with no plot enjoy

Word count : 2365

I worked really hard on this and I hope you like it darling <3

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You had always been attracted to older men. You were more likely to develop a crush on a professor rather than one of the boys in your class. It’s just how it has always been, and that’s why you were so happy with your relationship with Remus and Sirius. They were your dream partners, and although you were young, it felt like you had waited forever for people as kind, attentive, and uhhh dedicated to your pleasure. Everything about them just screamed dominance, perfectly suited to your daddy kink.

That’s why it was so frustrating you couldn’t get rid of that fear. That fear that you could scare them away. Of course they cared about you, but Remus was especially adamant that he would never want to hold you back. You adored them, loved them with all your heart. Everything with them was so incredibly satisfying, but to be able to go that extra step into submissiveness, for them to take control the way you desired them to, would make everything that much better. You didn’t want to risk losing them, and even if you didn’t, it’s hard being vulnerable in that way. Taking that first step would be hard, but you knew you would want the same from them. Even though this was somewhat embarrassing. 

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“Sirius you shouldn’t have, really you don’t have to spend money on me. What did you get anyway?”

“Don’t worry love, it’s more for my benefit than anything.”

“Remus, do you know what it is.”

“Apparently it will be better for me if I’m surprised just the same.”

Sirius handed you a small black bag, with pink tissue paper blocking the top, hindering you from peeking inside.

“Remus and I will meet you upstairs in the bed room, we’ll leave you to appreciate your gift.”

“Pads that’s weird.”

“Moony I promise you’ll appreciate it, trust me.” 

They parted from you, Sirius with a peck to the cheek, and Remus with a lingering forehead kiss. Once you heard them trudge up the stairs of Sirius’s childhood home, you peaked into the bag and raised your eyebrows at the white lace hidden inside.

More for his benefit huh?

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“Sirius, Remus, I’m ready. Can I come in now?”

They both sat leaning against the headboard. Remus’s right arm across Sirius’s shoulders, playing with the ends of his hair absentmindedly. Sirius was absolutely giddy, so giddy in fact Remus answered for him.

“Come on in Love.”

The floral lace bra supported you in all the best ways, two little pink bows adorned where the straps and the cups met. The white thong hugged your hips, complimenting your thighs and waist. It also had one small pink bow centered in the front of the waistband. Angelic is the way Remus would describe you, while Sirius would describe you as sexy as fuck. Not quite as eloquent, but it gets the job done.

“Siri, you didn’t have to but-”

“But?”

“I feel pretty.”

“You’re much more than pretty Y/N” Remus scolded.

“Does this mean you’ll let me spoil you more often, don’t mind having a sugar daddy so much huh?”

Your face immediately fell as you contemplated the effects his words had on you. Not that you needed him to spend money on you, but the idea of being good for him, of him spoiling his perfect Y/N, Daddy’s girl,  had even more wetness pooling in between your legs. Sirius mistook it for concern though, not the combination of horniness and embarrassment that it was.

“Hey Y/N, I was just kidding, you know I love you right? You’re much more than this thing that we fuck. We want you safe, and we like getting you these things because it’s kind of fun spoiling you. I’d do it much more if you’d let me. And I’m sorry, I was just making a joke with the whole sugar daddy thing.

Remus zoned in on your thighs rubbing together at the word Daddy.

“Sirius wait, Y/N, is there something you’re not telling us?”

“No, it’s fine.”

“Sirius joking about being a sugar daddy didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

He smirked as you rubbed your thighs together at the word daddy, pleased that his little test worked. Sirius seemed to be catching on too.

“You know Y/N, we’re not that much older than you. Didn’t cross my mind we’d fit into that category. 

“I don’t understand Sirius.”

“You know perfectly well what I mean. Why don’t you tell us what’s going on and maybe it’ll turn out the way you like.”

“Well…”

You could not make yourself look away from your hands; watching them fiddle around anxiously. Remus’s voice soothed you though.

“It’s alright sweetheart. We want you to feel safe and comfortable telling us anything.”

You took a deep breath.

“I was scared to tell you because I didn’t want you to think that I was in the relationship for this reason. I love you both so much and would hate to make you guys feel insecure about it. I kind of have a Daddy kink.”

Remus kept his poker face, but if you looked close enough there was a hint of a smirk there. Sirius had the biggest shit eating grin there ever was, because he knew he was going to be having the best sex of his life tonight.

Their silence terrified you.

“I’m so sorry, I really shouldn’t of said anyth-”

Remus held up a hand to halt your apology, then patted his thigh.

“Why don’t you come sit on Daddy’s lap, angel?”

A shot of pleasure went straight from your spine directly to your aching cunt. You didn’t even know how to respond. So you figured it was best to obey. You crawled up from the end of the bed and straddled his right thigh, the one that was closest to Sirius. Sirius reached for the waistband of your panties and tugged upwards so they could rubbed deliciously across your clit. Remus had to grip your hips and stop you from grinding.

“You know moony, I bought these because she’s supposed to be our innocent little Y/N. Had no idea she was so dirty. Kind of ironic isn’t it.”

“Oh totally and completely ironic. She may not be a pure as we thought, but she’s still a good girl. Isn’t that right Bunny? You like being a good girl for your Daddies.”

When you whimpered instead of answering Remus tightened his grip on your hips and started helping you grind up and down his thigh. Sirius smacked your ass, which had you jolt forward, colliding with Remus’s chest and burrowing your face in his neck.

“Answer his question pup.

“Yes, I like being good for my daddies.”

You whined when Remus halted your movements once again. He raised a questioning eyebrow which had you bite your tongue instantly. You had just said you wanted to be good for them. 

“Aw, I think our desperate baby wants to cum moony.”

“Looks like it. Do you want Siri to eat you out bunny? You want your daddy to make you cum?”

You turned to look at Sirius’s smug expression.

“Yes please, want it so bad.”

“We can tell.”

Sirius’s comment had your expression turning bashful again. He gripped your jaw between his thumb and forefingers before you could turn away though. 

“That doesn’t mean hide it. I like it when you’re openly needy for us. Makes me want to fuck you hard and satiate every little desire of yours. Now climb off Remus’s lap puppy. Gonna make you  cum on my face.” 

You were almost disappointed when he let go of your face, until you remembered what he was about to do. You all too happily turned around and wiggled in as you sat between Remus’s thighs. 

“Not like that pup, ass up for me okay? I think it’s only fair if you take care of Remus while I take care of you. Understand?”

“Yes Daddy.” you hesitated for a moment, confused by Remus still fully clothed. You wanted to see him. You traced the top of his pants lightly with your forefinger. 

“Daddy can I take these off?”

“Please do.”

He pulled off his shirt as you undid his belt buckle and he watched you kiss below his belly button, and lower and lower as you pulled his pants off. Once you had them halfway off Sirius pulled them the rest of the way. You rubbed his prominent bulge through and nuzzled your cheek against his thigh before pressing a kiss against his clothed dick. He laced his fingers through your hair and you would have leaned into the touch, but instead he pulled your head to make eye contact with him.

“No teasing puppy, get right down to it.”

“Sorry daddy.”

“It’s okay love.”

You pulled his cock out from his underwear and were thoroughly impressed by how hard it was considering you barely touched him. You spat onto your hand and jerked his cock for a few strokes, but not wanting to get reprimanded for teasing you licked from the base to the tip then let the head of his cock slip past your lips. That’s when Sirius quickly discarded your panties and slid underneath your parted legs. 

“So wet baby, is this all just from calling us Daddy hmm? Should have told us sooner.”

You continued to bob up and down on Remus’s cock, wanting to earn his satisfaction. Sirius licked a bold stripe across your pussy.

“Such a good girl, fuck.”

Then he properly dove in, flicking his tongue against your clit and teasing your entrance with his fingers.

“Fuck, thinks she likes that pads. You like it when Daddy eats you out?”

You let out a muffled mm hmm against his cock, the vibrations had him throwing his head back and groaning. Sirius didn’t want to waste time talking though, his mouth and now his fingers were occupied, thrusting in and out of your dripping cunt. Bringing you that much closer to your release, while you brought Remus to his. 

“Fuck bunny, m’gonna come down your pretty little throat shit-”

He was now prodding the back of your throat, and you were completely relaxed and taking him like a champ. You felt him twitch so you pulled off just a little bit as his seed painted the inside of your mouth. He stared with lust blown eyes as you showed him your now clean tongue. He cupped your cheek and stroked it with his thumb.

“So good for me baby, such a good girl. You wanna ride Sirius? I think you’re ready now.”

Sirius placed one last gentle kiss to your clit before parting from you and allowing you to shimmy down and straddle his lap.

“Sorry pup, know that feels good but I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

“S’okay daddy, whatever you want.”

“Mmm, that’s right baby. Why don’t you put it in now and bounce like a good bunny? You wanna be a good bunny?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Wait.” Remus interjected.

He gripped your wrist before you could grab his dick.

“What?” Sirius sounded quite annoyed.

“Make her say it. I wanna hear her say it.”

“Well bunny, hop to it.”

Remus rolled his eyes at the pun but quickly fixed his eyes back on to you.

“Wanna, Wanna bounce on your cock daddy.”

“Like a what?”

You put your head down in embarrassment.

“Like a good bunny.”

Sirius gripped his cock, placed the tip in your entrance, and slammed up in one foul swoop. You clasped your hand over your mouth, maybe to keep some of the breath in your lungs or maybe because you didn’t want to moan so loud. You really weren’t sure. All you knew was that Sirius was going absolutely feral.

Remus moved behind you and unclasped your bra, finally freeing your boobs from their constraints. He grasped one with his left hand, while the other reached down to rub your clit.

“D-daddy, gonna cum. Can I cum?”

Remus rubbed your clit faster.

“Ask Siri love.”

“Sir, can I cum please.”

“No, Hold it.”

“But da-”

“Hold it.”

Remus was now kissing the expanse of your neck and shoulders, while rolling your nipple between his two fingers. Tears were rolling down your face at the effort it took in holding back your orgasm. All while Sirius was keeping a brutal steady pace from underneath.

“Daddy Please.”

“Go on them cum. Make a mess on my cock.”

You swear you lost your vision for a second. All the sensitivity, all of the built up pleasure finally erupted all at once and if Remus wasn’t holding you you would have collapsed. 

“Atta girl- Fuck”

You hissed in overstimulation as you felt his warmth spread and drip out of your cunt. Remus finally did let you collapse once Sirius had pulled out. 

“Alright love, lets get cleaned up.”

“I don’t think I can walk quite yet Remus.”

Sirius only smiled with a smugness that made Draco Malfoy look humble.

That stupid grin could always get you in trouble.

Especially now that he knows you have a daddy kink.

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Bonus

The warm bath water soothed your aching muscles almost as much as Sirius scrubbing shampoo into your scalp did.

“Y/N..”

You peaked one eye open at the lanky man in front of you.

“Yes Remus?”

“So obviously Sirius and I have a daddy kink too. The funny thing is we didn’t want to tell you because we didn’t want you to think we were dating you for your age.”

“That is funny, wish one of us would of said something sooner.”

Sirius pecked your cheek.

“Me too love.”

“Besides, you two couldn’t get rid of me that easy. I kind of love you.”

“Only kind of?” Remus teased.

“Kind of love you sounded better than completely obsessed.”

“Well then,” Remus cupped both your cheeks “I kind of love you too.”

“Me too.” Sirius promised. 

The words were casual, but the tone was so intense. It reassured you that they wouldn’t be so easily scared off either.

And there were some things you had much more confidence to tell them now.

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57. “Wait a second.. are you jealous?” + Poorly Timed Confession + modern au 😍 pretty please!!!

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“Hmmm… All right, would you rather, mmm… Smell Borris Johnson’s sweaty gym socks, or snog Professor Slughorn full on the mouth for a straight minute— oh erm, not so straight I reckon on second thought.”

Remus wrinkles his nose at him from across the bed, and clucks his tongue at the awful pun. “You’re unruly.”

“And you’re dodging,”

“Am not arse, I’m just recovering from that very terrifying scenario you’ve spewed out like the sadistic satanist you are.”

“Which scenario are you recovering from though?” Sirius leers, wiggling his eyebrows and jostling Remus’s textbook with his foot.

“I hate that you’re enjoying this so much,” Remus intones in a deadpan.

“Mary John, I’m waiting,” Sirius says with far too much glee.

Sometimes Remus is sure that he hates him. “Fine, the answer is I hate you.”

“Filthy and slanderous lies, Lupin.”

“You’re demented.”

“Five. Four. Three—“

“I won’t choose.”

“See,  all I hear is that you wanna get it on with our chemistry professor, you saucy minx, you.”

Remus sniffs. “Better than touching that prick with even a ten foot pole.”

“Mmmm, have I ever told you how hot and heavy I get hearing you talk politics at me?”

Remus throws him the bird, which makes Sirius laugh. Remus can objectively say that Sirius has the most beautiful variations of laughter in the world, and he’d know considering he’s catalogued each one. This version is definitely top three. His care free, effortless laugh when Remus takes him off guard with a snide remark or lowly muttered retort that’s not appropriate for most company— It’s really more of a experience, truly. His breaths stutter out in a lovely staccato, and his eyes glimmer like the sea, and sometimes it feels like the world’s been suspended and it’s only the two of them in that slice of eternity.

Erm, Ah, but yeah…. That only happens occasionally, and it’s only because Sirius is Remus’s greatest friend— has been since the final year of primary school after Remus had moved to the London outskirts from his small, coastal town in Wales, and on first sight, Sirius swung a snowball straight to Remus’s face, which he of course responded to by throwing two more his way, and well… The pair of them were soaking and breathless by the end of it, but their fate was sealed, they were the greatest of friends, and nothing would ever alter that unquestionable staple.

So what if sometimes Remus’s chest thuds painfully when Sirius dimples his way, or Remus only ever wants to talk to him over anyone else— even Lily or his Mam— if he’s had a bad day, or good one, or if something remarkable had happened, or , or… Or whenever really. And there’s absolutely no significance that Remus can’t help the totally delighted grin that splits his face in half whenever he gets a text or snap from Sirius.

None of that is at all relevant.

Sirius is Remus’s greatest friend, and he’d never risk ruining that by allowing some pesky little crush swallow him whole and clammer out his mouth— vulnerable and throbbing in the open space between them. It doesn’t matter if Marlene always makes kissy faces their way, or how James only ever refers to them as a couple, and so what if Peter’s got a pole running that Remus knows basically the whole school is betting on. 

They’re all wrong, Sirius would never, ever feel the same sort of way that Remus does him, that’s downright preposterous and ridiculous and just simply impossible. And Remus’s perfectly content with that very real truth… He is.

Remus is fine with it God help him. So everyone else just needs to but the fuck out of their business.

Besides, this, this right now— Him and Sirius splayed out on opposite ends of Remus’s bed, with Sirius’s feet nudging at Remus’s elbow whenever he’s got a question about there homework, with the window cracked open just so, letting in some of the chilly winter air because Sirius absolutely can not focus if he’s not cold— the fucking furnace— Where Remus can still hear the going ons of his family playing out on the floor below them… This is the most perfect place in Remus’s eyes, and he won’t ever change that, especially not to live out some boyhood fantasy that would never come into fruition in his wildest of dreams.

Remus’s content… He is… He has to be or else he’d lose one of the most vital people in his world.

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“You’ve got footie practice after school, right?”

“Mmhmm, you coming to watch?”

“Only if you admit i’m your good luck charm,” Remus sardonically bats his lashes at Sirius as if he was in a mascara advert, and the taller boy  blows a raspberry right back at him.

“Nice, real nice. You’re extraordinarily mature, you know that, Black?”

“And sexy, don’t forget that, oh so important descriptor Lupin.”

Remus leans against the locker besides Sirius’s, watches as he trades his current binders for the lot he’ll need for the afternoon, and tries really hard not to stare too longingly at how Sirius’s arm muscles ripple beneath their school’s  maroon, uniform jackets  in the most delicious of ways. (He hates the fact he’s been dissolved into a starry eyed mess lusting over the star striker, but thus is his fate.)

“I’d never commit such a faux pas, and I’m insulted that you’d ever think as much.”

Sirius sneers at him with a slight shake to his head. “So you coming or not?”

“I’m still contemplating my options,” he preens, but before Sirius could retort, Marlene, megawatt smile and dangerously sharp  smirk— swaggers over towards them.

“Good morning my two beautiful chums!”

“What do you want?” Sirius asks before even glancing her way, to which Marlene blinks up at him, faux owlish. “S, I just wanted to greet a couple of my closest companions this lovely December morning,” she defends herself.

“Marls, you’re never this agreeable before noon,” Remus points out hesitantly.

“ And you rarely are even afterwards,” Sirius tacks on.

“Rude,” she pouts.

“Accurate,” Remus pipes in with an apologetic grimace.

Marlene stares them both down for a solid minute before finally relaxing her shoulders, and thrusting out the legal pad in her grasp. “The student council and spirit society are selling corsages for the snowflake formal, and Dorcas has deployed me to get some orders.”

“Whipped,” Sirius teases through a counter-fit cough.

Marlene doesn’t hesitate before smashing the legal pad on his head. “And you traipsing around getting people to buy the tickets for the theatre department last semester even though Re was only playing Mercutio wasn’t you being wrapped around his littlest finger?”

Remus flushes, feeling an unnerving amount of bees stinging around his stomach, and is thankful when the conversation pauses after Sirius casts her a very heated V.  “Sod off.”

“So are you guys gonna buy or not?” Marlene huffs, weight slung to her left hip, and arms crossed against her chest.

“I’m a gay bloke, Marls, did you forget that?” Remus pins her with a one eyed squint, and she just scrunches her face up at him, exasperated.

“I’m sure there’s matching boutonnieres.”

“Fine, I just don’t have any school spirit  then.”

This time she glares. “Lily and James are Head Boy and Head Girl, isn’t there like an oath between you lot,  one for all and all for one, or some rot?”

“That’s the three musketeers,” he says.

“isn’t that basically who you guys are?” She reasons.

Before their wage of words could continue, Sirius just grabs the order form out of Marlene’s hands and fills out a sheet with the flurry of his pen. “Happy?”

“Positively delighted,” she leers, pecking them both on the cheek before strutting off, reminding them of their group study session at Alice’s tonight in her wake.

Sirius shakes his head, reluctantly amused with a grin gathering on the corners of his mouth, but for Remus everything feels like it’s frozen. “You didn’t have to do that you know? ’S not like James is much of a Head Boy anyhow, and Lily wouldn’t have really cared.”

Sirius shrugs, commences their walk to the opposite wing of the school for their shared history class. “Emmy likes that sort of romantical shite.”

Remus sees red, feels his heart lodging in his damn esophagus. “Oh, so— Erm,  you’re taking her then,” Remus wonders if his tone sounds as detached as he feels.

“Yeah,” Sirius eyes him, questioning. “She wants that title of snow queen real bad, made me promise I’d campaign with her and the whole shtick.”

“Oh,” it’s like Remus could feel it when he closes off completely, can feel his hopes squashed down and his heart contract and his every organ collapsing in on themselves, leaving him feeling hollowed out completely.

Sirius slows down marginally, eyeing him with a slight frown. “Is that all right? I know you two don’t exactly get along and we were planning to go as a group, bu—“

“It’s fine,” Remus hates how screechy his voice gets, how he feels like he’s about to scream. “You two are a shoe in, no doubt.”

Sirius tries to mirror Remus’s faux excitement with a tepid grin of his own, but Remus doesn’t let him, instead commandeering their typical table on the back row and tries focussing on the thousandth war with France while his world tilts off kilter.

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Emmy is beautiful, and popular and her smile alone dazzles the whole room. She’s everything that Sirius should look for in a partner, someone to match his whip lash wit, and his taste for all things exuberant that skirt on flashy, and someone who’s got just as many friends and admirers as him.

They’re perfect and Remus should just get over his petty ass hatred of her, even if he still thinks she can be down right cruel and selective and selfish. Qualities Sirius surely isn’t… But maybe it’s all in his head how she sneers at people who she finds plane, or how she literally guffaws over the misfortune of others. Maybe his perception of how she wields people in like moths to a flame just to get what she wants is all a misunderstanding, or in his head or something.

Maybe all that’s possible, even if Remus seriously doubts it.

But at the end of the day, Sirius loves her— has been basically infatuated by Emmeline Vance since she first transferred at the start of their Freshman year. Sirius loves her, and who ever Sirius loves is merely an extension of him… Right?

Remus just needs to get over it and somehow rid himself of this crush he’s been fostering for so long it’s basically a part of him at this point. Though, he thinks it’d be a lot easier if he didn’t see their faces plastered on posters everywhere the week and a half leading up to the dance— looking like actual royals that would put Will and cate to shame.

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“Yo cheekbones!”

Remus starts, swivels around from where he was scratching his pen to paper, finding Sirius— as glimmering and beautiful as always— swaggering up to him, insanely electric smile painted over his face.

“Would you rather eat a jumbo jar of jalapeños without a break, or eat the toenails from someone with athlete’s foot next to your dinner every night of the rest of your life?”

“I thought you were having lunch with Emmy to keep up your royalty status before this weekend?” Remus asks, tacitly side stepping from the horrific images swimming to the forefront of his mind because of his cruel question.

“Now that doesn’t sound like an answer to my ultimatum,” Sirius says in a singsong sort of voice.

“You answer me first,” Remus says airily.

“But I asked first,” Sirius argues haughtily.

“Well both your options would kill me, so I wouldn’t do either,” Remus retorts.

“That’s not how the game works!”

“You’re the one who always says that rules were made to be broken,” Remus says, lofty as all get out,, and dissolves into laughter at the completely cross look Sirius’s giving him.

“You were born to be contrary, weren’t you?”

“So lunch?”

“Got bored,” he shrugs, hopping onto the corner of the desk Remus’s working on. “What you up to instead of eating?”

“My position paper for Model UN.” Sirius smiles down at him, and Remus can’t help the flush that spreads across his cheeks in return. “Not as glamorous as running as Snow King, I know.”

“It’s precious,” Sirius contends, his soft timbre sounding like syrup and his long fingers fluttering against Remus’s skin, pushing back a lock of his ever disheveled, tawny curls in a far to gentle way, and Remus gulps before averting his gaze to break the sudden tautness that’s built between them. 

They’ve had so many of these almost moments, ones that Remus’s always treasured but he knows doesn’t mean much of anything at all to Sirius— Sirius who is effortlessly hilarious, and brims with genius and  who is so beautiful that sometimes it hurts looking at him for too long. Sirius who has a new suitor at his beck and call on a near weekly basis. But whenever they transpire now, it just hurts all the more because Remus knows in his heart of hearts that they will never lead anywhere, and Sirius is in love with Emmy and Remus can’t let himself float around in this daydream for any longer.

“Ahem,” he clears his throat, shuffles in his seat only slightly. “I’m Algeria so my Mam’s pretty excited about it. She’s been telling me all the stuff Wikipedia’s got wrong and everything.”

Sirius laughs, but it doesn’t touch his eyes. “Your mother is kinda everything, you know that?”

Remus twists his mouth up, reluctant. “Don’t tell her as much, or else she’ll go on and on how she won Miss Teen Great Britain when she was only sixteen.”

“Hmm, I was wondering where you got that pretty face.”

“You, Sirius Black, can go lick an unwashed arse.”

“You’ll never catch a suitor with that cheek of yours though. I’d work on that, Lupin.”

“I don’t think I could ever win Miss Congeniality, alas.”  Remus doesn’t quite catch Sirius’s reply, to busy responding too the text his phone just chirped with instead.

“Mary John, are you listening?”

“Uh-huh.”

Sirius’s brows hike up, flabbergasted smile stretched across his face. “So totally rude! And I came all the way here— to the place where dreamers die— just to spend time with you.”

“Sorry,” Remus gives him an abashed little half grin before setting the phone back down. “’s just Fabian.”

Sirius’s expression drops, goes inquisitive instead of his typical ebullience. “Fabian? Why’s Fabian Prewett texting you, and why is he,” Sirius crooks his head so he’s able to read the new message that popped up on Remus’s phone’s screen. “Asking about color coordination?”

Remus blushes for an entirely new reason now, one he likes much less. “Ah, he’s the sort to like it when our suits like match, but not in an abrasive fashion, you know?”

Sirius’s face goes scarily blank.

“Your suits? Suits for what?”

“The dance…” Remus says slowly, he’s confused what Sirius’s confused about.

“The dance… Right… I thought you were still going with everyone else?”

“Pff, no way,” Remus scoffs. “Lily’s  only pretending to be single, you know how red in the face she gets whenever around James. They’ll end up dancing the whole night away. And with Dorcas running the whole event and Benjy thinking any social function is a plague on society, that’d leave me stuck with Peter and Mary, . And honestly I’ve seen enough of her tongue shoved down his throat for a lifetime.” Remus is only slightly  surprised that doesn’t even elicit a chuckle from Sirius, who’s now looking a bit stormy— and he thinks he’ll never be accustomed to his mercurial moods that can change as quickly as the snap of the finger.

“Right… So you’re going with Fabian Prewett… as your date?”

“Yes… Why is that so hard to believe?”

“it’s, it’s not,” Sirius scrambles, suddenly standing up.

“Then why are you being so weird about this,” Remus argues, getting up to meet him at his level.

“Am not!”

“You’re going with Emmy,” Remus reminds him, this edge of desperate.

“I know I am, okay. But you— you—“ Sirius tappers off, eyes glassy and lips parted with words he can’t get out, and Jesus fucking Christ is it weird how for the first time ever their roles have reversed. Sirius can’t put any sentences together, and everything Remus’s been beating down—  everything thrashing inside of him— are now burning his throat and warring over who can spill out first.

“What? I’m suppose to stay behind like the pathetic, nobody friend. The guy who’s just there to moon after you while you have an actual life. The Judie garland to your Mickie Roomie!”

“What are you even talking about right now!” Sirius shouts, sounding as torn apart as Remus feels.

“As if you don’t know!” He snarls, collecting his books into his backpack— Suddenly this room feels to stifling. He can’t breathe and it’s too hot and his chest is pounding.

He’s imploding and Remus has no idea how to rectify it.

“Just stop! Remus Stop!”

“leave me the fuck alone Sirius!”

“Why are you being such a prick about this!”

And that, that makes Remus angry, angrier than he’s ever been.

Before he could even think about it for a moment longer, Remus is rounding on him, dashing so close to Sirius that he can taste his breath with how close their faces are skirting against each other.

“I’m in love with you! I’ve been in love with you for forever, and I know that you don’t feel the same way, and I know that you’re in love with Emmy and, and I just know okay.”

“Wha—“ Sirius sputters, looking like a gaping fish. “Wait a second, are you jealous? Of sodding Emmy Vance?”

“Don’t!” Remus practically growls out. "Don’t disrespect me, okay? Don’t pretend that you never knew, or that I was such a good actor. I’ve been in love with you for years and you always knew and Fine, I get it. You never felt the same way, that’s fine. But just don’t pretend as if you never had the choice, don’t make me out as the bad guy for actually, finally saying yes to a bloke who’s actually into me. I need to fucking give up on the premise of us, I need to get over you. So I’m going out with fucking Fabian Prewett and you’re going out with Emmy Vance and that’s that!”

His breaths are labored, jagged and painful, as they race out of him, but Remus can’t move. He’s staring straight into Sirius’s beautiful, gray eyes, and he sees everything he’s always seen there, and hates that this is probably the last time he’ll get to be this close to him.

Not after this.

“I didn’t,” is the first thing Sirius croaks out, broken and helpless. “i didn’t know, Remus you have to believe me— I didn’t—”

“How! How could you not know!” He shouts back, but Remus doesn’t get his answer in so many words, instead he feels it.

He feels it when Sirius clamps his hands on either end of his waste-line, feels it when Sirius smashes their lips together in a cacophony of lips, and teeth and spit. He feels it when Sirius moans in side of him, when his hand moves down, spreads across the width of the small of his back, pushing their torsos even closer. Remus feels it when everything goes into focus, when he takes Sirius into his arms, greedy and excited and disbelieving.

And Remus thinks to all the other times he’s kissed another boy— To this prior weekend swapping snogs with a beaming Fabian in the back of a theatre. He thinks of how there was never anything worth anything when he kissed any of them Because it was all Sirius, always Sirius. And he could try to love Fabian, or some other cute boy, and he tried, and he tried, and he tried, and he gave all he had…but it was never enough, could it ever be enough?

Remus knows it in his bones that it’s enough when it’s with Sirius.

When they finally pull apart it’s difficult to breathe and Remus feels lightheaded and it’s wonderful in the most marvelous of ways.

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” Sirius says in a whisper. 

“Maybe next time give a guy some warning?” Remus can’t help the shit eating smirk that swipes across his mouth and is elated at the adorably cross scowl Sirius answers him with.

“Fine jackass, how’s this for a warning, I’m gonna kiss you now.”

“That’ll be sufficient, I suppose,” Remus goads, laughing against Sirius’s lips when he does just that.

~*~

Sirius ends up winning snow king, but rejects the dance with Emmy, opts to ask Remus to join him instead, as if they were in the middle of some John Hughes movie from the fucking 80s.

It’s utterly ridiculous and overdone and simply way too much— but everyone applauded and cheered and when Sirius kissed him in the middle of it, Remus felt as if his whole body sung with joy.

.-

~My Wolfstar FIC Masterlist

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could you do prompt 78 + 79 for coops or oknutzy?

Hello anon! I combined a few different asks for this long-awaited smut. It clocks in at 3820 words and took me about four hours to write; enjoy! This follows events from Tiktok Trend #19. Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for a fabric gag and the resulting difficulty with speech

Prompt 78: “What did you just say?”

Prompt 79: “Make me”

“Is it away?” Remus asked as he straddled Sirius’ waist, running his hands up and down his chest.

“It’s away, it’s away, I promise,” Sirius panted.

He stopped moving. “Are you sure? Because I really don’t want an accidental sex tape on Tiktok.”

Sirius groaned in frustration and pointedly turned his phone off, shutting it in the nightstand drawer for good measure. “There. Are we good?”

“I dunno…” Remus trailed one finger in a slow line down his torso, pulling back just before the waistline of those ridiculously tight boxer briefs. Sirius rarely wore them—the soft, snug fabric had an unexplainable effect on Remus that resulted in many, many long nights after fancy events. “I might have to make you wait for it.”

“Why?” Sirius pouted, grinding up slightly. “That’s not very nice of you.”

“Since when am I nice?” Remus teased, leaning down to kiss him. He closed his eyes partway there, fully expecting to feel soft lips pressing against his own, only for the world to turn upside-down as Sirius flipped them. He raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“We’re not doing teasing right now,” Sirius said, skimming his hands down Remus’ ribs and sliding his thighs up. “At least, you’re not teasing me.”

“Are you sure? Last I checked, you liked it when I teased you for hours, and hours, and hours.” A light shiver ran down Sirius’ body and he grinned. “Yeah, I thought so.”

“Shhh.” Sirius held his finger against Remus’ lips, and he nipped at it lightly. “Hey, that was rude.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“If you want to be good, you’ll have to cut that out.”

Remus leaned up on his elbows until their faces were a mere few inches apart. A challenge lit in Sirius’ eye and he smirked. “Who says I want to be good?”

“You always want to be good.” Sirius’ hands curled around his waist as their noses brushed; Remus could practically taste his anticipation. “And part of being good is learning to shut the fuck up sometimes.”

Remus bit down on the edge of his jaw, making him gasp, then leaned back. “Make me.”

He was flat on his back in the blink of an eye, one of Sirius’ hands holding both his wrists above his head and his thighs pinning Remus’ hips down. He rummaged in the nightstand for a second without breaking eye contact. “You really want to go there?”

“I really do.”

“I’m not going to go easy on you.”

“You better not. If you do, I’m going to—” Remus’s threat was cut off by a wad of something that was suddenly stuffed in his mouth, which was a shame, because he knew it would have been kinky enough to catch Sirius off-guard. His eyes went wide and his breath stuttered.

“Is that okay?” Sirius asked, slowly letting go of his wrists. Remus felt around it with his tongue and teeth: it was small enough not to cut off his airflow, but present enough to make him feel a flutter of something incredibly exciting. He nodded, and Sirius visibly relaxed.

“Whuh iff—” This time, Remus stopped himself short. Gag. Right. Can’t talk. And, oh, wasn’t that an interesting development? He shifted under Sirius, adjusting to the feeling as he tried to work his tongue into a better position. “Whuh iff ih?”

Sirius’ pupils dilated and a sense of satisfaction made Remus’ toes curl. This was turning Sirius on just as much as it was making his own brain foggy. “Are you asking what it is?” He nodded, and Sirius pulled it back out. The tie was a little damp from being in his mouth, but otherwise exactly as it had been the last time they used it for winding around Sirius’ wrists. “I thought you might recognize it.”

“Well, it was a little out of my eyeline,” he said drily. When Sirius rolled his eyes, he nudged him none too gently with his knee. “What are you waiting for? Put it back.”

“Safeword?”

“That’s not going to be very helpful.”

Sirius frowned, studiously ignoring the small rolls of Remus’ hips in the way only he could. “If you want it off, tap me twice on the shoulder, okay?”

“Got it.” He practiced once for confirmation. “What if I want to smack your ass instead?”

The heavy sigh that earned him was well worth the trouble; within a couple seconds, Sirius had fitted the fabric between his teeth and tied it at the nape of his neck. “Shoulder only. Does that feel good? Not too tight?”

In response, Remus bit down on it and grinned up at him.

“One of these days, you’re going to kill me,” Sirius said as he began working a hickey on his pulse point. “I’ll just keel over and you’ll have to explain to everyone what happened. Here lies Sirius Black, who up and died because his wickedly hot husband was just too fucking kinky.”

That word—that goddamn word. Husband. Remus gripped his biceps as a wave of tingles washed over him and Sirius raised an eyebrow in question. “Hubban’?” he managed.

“I assume we’ll be married by that point.” The twinkle in his eye did not go unnoticed as he turned back to his work. “Knowing us, the wedding night is probably what’ll do me in.”

“Oo lub ih.”

“I do love it.” He moved back up until they were eye to eye. “I love you.”

“Shallig.”

“What?”

“Shallig,” Remus tried again, frustrated. He hitched his thighs around Sirius’ sharp hipbones, holding tight as he tugged down. “Yur shallig.”

“I’m stalling?” Sirius laughed, kissing his forehead. “I’m telling you I love you.”

“I lub oo hoo, c’mon.” He was perfectly aware of the whine creeping into his voice, thank you very much; the smug look on Sirius’ face was completely unnecessary (but still appreciated).

“Ugh, you’re so needy,” Sirius sighed as he began leaving open-mouthed kisses down Remus’ chest with a playful smile.

“Needy?” Indignation flamed in his throat and he struggled to sit up. That was the most coherent word he had managed yet—Sirius looked a little surprised. “Needy? Me? Oo bah-uhmed fer a week buhcuz he wuff tired? Oo—”

“Okay, okay, don’t hurt yourself,” Sirius laughed, placing a series of small kisses to his cheeks and forehead. “I was teasing you, sweetheart, you’re not needy. You know, the whole point of the gag is that you don’t talk…”

“Awrigh, uh’ll be quofhjshf.” He frowned. “Quhsdfhjgh. Fuckin’—Uh. Wiw. Be. Quruwiyyfh.”

“You’ll be quiet?” Sirius offered, biting down a grin when Remus nodded in exasperation and settled back onto the mattress. “Good to know. I don’t think you can do it, but you’re welcome to give it a shot.”

Remus immediately started sitting up again, only for Sirius’ palm on his sternum to press him right back down.

“No.”

There you are. He closed his eyes as Sirius’ lips feathered above his navel, but the combination of losing both sight and speech was off-putting. Not in a bad way, just…different. More different than he was planning on experiencing tonight. He opened them again just as a warm mouth closed over the outside of his underwear, and stretched upward, reaching to the headboard for some sense of stability. “Mmmmm.”

“Still okay, sweetheart?”

“Mhmm.” Remus reached down to slide his underwear out of the way, only for Sirius to bat at his hands. “Mmm.”

“I said no.”

“Yeff, Cabdin,” he said with gentle mockery.

Sirius rested his chin on his hands and Remus mentally kicked himself for the loss of contact. “You’re really going for it tonight, aren’t you?”

“Shoo me, ‘m horny.”

Both of them burst out laughing at that and Sirius kissed him just above the edge of the gag at each corner of his mouth. “I love you so much.”

“Uh lub oo hoo.” He couldn’t really smile, but he hoped Sirius could feel the overwhelming affection radiating off him all the same. “Pleev fuck me.”

“I’m getting there, be patient!” Thankfully, Sirius hooked his fingers in the band of his underwear and pulled them off before scooting between his legs once more. “Are you going to be good for me now?”

“…uh’ll think uhbut ih.” Remus hummed as Sirius’ mouth closed over the top of his dick. “Duhn get yer hobes up.”

Sirius moved to lick along the shaft. “My hopes are up because I know you, sweetheart. Ten minutes and you’ll be a mess.”

Remus couldn’t even argue with that—he was already halfway there. Ten minutes may as well have been a millennium. Sirius finally took him all the way in after a few more minutes of working him up and Remus moaned, twisting a handful of the pillow in his grasp. “Unh.”

“What?”

He blinked some of the haze away. “Huh?”

“Thought you said something, never mind.” Sirius dipped down again, taking him until the head of his dick brushed the back of his throat and Remus shuddered with the effort of keeping himself still. Sirius groaned as he pulled lightly on his hair and Remus’ whole chest hitched at the vibration. He sat up just as Remus began teetering on the edge and smoothed his hands down his legs. “Good?”

“Uh-huh,” Remus grabbed his forearms and tugged. “Duhn stah, duhn stah pleev.”

“Don’t stop?” At his frantic nod, Sirius detached himself and leaned to the side. A broken cry escaped Remus’ mouth—immediately, he turned back, concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“Duhn leeb,” he begged. “Duhn leeb, suh close.” An aftershock ran through him like electricity and his legs twitched.

“Is it too much?” Sirius asked gently. Remus shook his head desperately. “Okay, okay, easy, sweetheart.” The nickname spurred an indescribable feeling to roll over him, making his eyes flutter shut as he flexed his hands around Sirius’ arms. Had he always been that strong, or were Remus’ senses just fucking with him? “Remus, I need you to look at me.”

With monumental effort, he opened his eyes and focused on Sirius. “Hmm?”

A shaky exhale left his lungs and he began rubbing his palms along Remus’ arms. “I know you’re super turned on right now, but you’ve got to calm down a little bit. Is it alright if I get the lube?”

Lube. He’s getting lube. He’s going to fuck me. Oh, god.

“Remus?” His eyes had glazed over and he quickly found Sirius again, nodding slowly. “Do you want me to take the gag off?”

Another head shake.

“It’s okay if you don’t last very long.” Sirius licked his lips like his mouth was dry and brushed a sweat-damp curl out of Remus’ eyes. “I might not either, to be honest.”

Vaguely, Remus wondered if his nose was whistling or if he was just whining on every breath. Mysteries of the world, he thought giddily as Sirius uncapped the familiar bottle and spread some on his fingers.

It took a bit to get the first finger in—Remus was wound up wire-tight and nearly bruised Sirius’ wrist when his thighs snapped closed on the initial press, making them both gasp. “Suhrry, suhrry.”

“Shh, just take some deep breaths for me,” Sirius said as he began moving it at a steady pace. Remus stared up at the ceiling and tried to calm himself; inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale—

“Ohhhhh.” The second finger added an extra pressure that he hadn’t known he needed. One more and then he’ll fuck you. Just hang on for one more. In and out, Lupin, come on.

“Sweetheart?” Sirius swam into his field of view and he sighed, feeling every muscle loosen just slightly. Safe, he thought deliriously. That’s safe. “Re, I’m going to do four, alright? It’s just—you’re really tight today and I don’t want to hurt you.”

He felt his eyes go huge at the thought.

Sirius quickly backpedaled. “No, hey, don’t panic, we can just do this. I am one hundred percent okay with fingering you or giving you a blowjob, I promise. We don’t have to do anything else.”

Remus huffed. “Uh wahn ih.”

“Honey, I can’t understand you:” Sirius pressed his lips together and reached for the knot. “Maybe we should take this off—”

“Nuh!” Remus tilted his head sideways before he touched it. “Nuh-uh. M’okay. Oo wahn to take ih off?”

Sirius hesitated. “Not really…”

He reached up, cupping Sirius’ face between his palms and pulling him down until their foreheads touched. “M’okay. Promise. ‘s good. If oo wahn ih, ‘n uh wahn ih, ‘s okay. Uh lub you.”

A small smile tilted the corner of his mouth. “Hey, you got a whole word there.”

“Shush,” Remus laughed, swatting his chest as he sat up again. Unfortunately, the hard ‘sh’ sound dampened the tie even further and he made a face at the wetness gathering around his lips.

“Do you want me to go a little slower?” Sirius asked as he slicked up a third finger. Remus gave him a look. “Or not.”

--

Sirius was ninety-nine percent sure he was going to spontaneously combust before he even got his dick involved. Just blowing Remus and hearing the noises he made around that damn tie was nearly enough to get him off untouched; it was equal parts thrilling and terrifying to think about actually being inside him.

The fourth finger slid in surprisingly easily compared to the first three, which had threatened to snap off every time a new wave of pleasure made Remus seize up from head to toe and drew stifled moans from that beautiful throat. The constant litany of come on come on come on was driving him crazy, but he was afraid that if he let go too much they would both just dissolve.

“Alright, sweetheart, are you ready?” he asked as he lubed his dick up and moved to look at Remus properly. His eyes were glassy and his lips were shiny around the soaked fabric; he had never looked more beautiful as he nodded, mumbling something incoherent.

Remus was blazing hot as he pushed in, moreso than Sirius had ever felt. He swallowed around the lump in his throat and kept going, inch by inch, until their hips were flush together and gasping whimpers accompanied the majority of Remus’ breaths.

“Are you okay?”

Remus seemed to snap out of his daze at that, sliding his arms down Sirius’ back with hard pressure. “Mhmm.”

“Good job.” Fuck, no! He gasped at the sudden tightness around his dick as Remus absorbed the praise. He had tried to avoid it up until now for exactly that reason.

“Muh,” Remus demanded breathlessly.

“Move?”

He made a face. “Muh.”

“More?” Bright eyes and a nod. “You want me to talk more or move more?”

Remus paused for a moment. “Boff?”

“I can do both, yeah,” Sirius laughed, kissing the corner of his lip. “You’re so beautiful like this.”

The pads of Remus’ fingers pressed down hard into his back as he rocked in a bit and a low groan rumbled against his chest.

“You are, sweetheart. You’re such a chatterbox, but you’re being so good for me right now.” He made a path of feather-light kisses up Remus’ neck. “Earlier, you were pushing every button you could find, but this is what you were after all along, huh?”

Remus nodded and his eyes rolled back as Sirius angled upward, drawing a strangled yelp from him.

“Two taps if it’s too much, Re,” he murmured as he picked up the pace. Muffled and slurred strings of sentences jumbled together. “I wish you could see yourself right now. Tu es débauché, mon coeur. Like a fallen angel.”

“ ‘n angel th’ts getting’ fucked by ‘is fiancé.”

“Exactly.” Sirius smiled when he saw the sharp edges of a grin forming on Remus’ face. Oh, you’re so out of it, he thought as Remus’ leg pressed into his side. Look who’s laughing now. “Hey.”

“Ngh?”

“I love you.” Remus mumbled a response and his abdomen jolted. That’s fun. “Remus, I love you.”

“Uh lub—hnnn.” The words stuck somewhere in his mouth as a shaky moan took their place and he pushed back into Sirius’ thrusts. “Uh lub, uh lub, oh fuck.”

“Are you almost there?” Remus nodded with a breathless whine. “Alright, hold on.”

He moved to pull out and get more lube, but Remus’ thighs squeezed around him and stopped him in his tracks. “Nuh.”

“Wh—” Sirius tilted to the side a bit, but found he really couldn’t move much, even though Remus’ legs shook with the strain. “Re, I was going to get more lube.”

“Duhn need ih. All good.” He tugged at his shoulders, clearly trying to pull him back down. “Pleev, b’by.”

He raised his eyebrows and slowly returned to his previous position, sinking in to the hilt as Remus’ breaths caught in his chest. “Is this what you want?” After taking a moment to catch up, he nodded quickly. “You’re so cute, oh my god. You’re barely even here right now, huh?”

Some of the blissed-out haze melted away and Remus gave him an indignant look. “ ‘m here. Bold iff oo t’assume yer thah good.”

“I think it’s a safe assumption.”

“Mehbeh.”

“Mhmm.”

“Yer thah good, who’m uh kiddig.” Remus settled his shoulders back and sighed. “ ‘s good, Shurrus. ‘s good.” He frowned suddenly. “Shurrus. Shur-ee-ush.” His frown became a pout and he made a disgruntled noise.

“What?”

“Can’t shay yer name,” he said sadly. “Sheer-ee-us. Ha! Clohsh ‘nuff.”

Warm adoration wove through every fiber of Sirius’ being and he sighed happily. “You’re amazing.”

“Why’re oo lookin’ ah me like tha’?” A smile crinkled the edges of his eyes. “ ‘m all shlobbery.”

“You’re a little slobbery,” Sirius admitted, kissing his cheek. “But you’re still amazing. Ready?”

“Pleev.”

So he might have gone back on his original plan of taking it slow. Just maybe. But, hey, riling Remus up was fun. Sue him.

Sure enough, Remus was a mess within ten minutes. Far less than that, actually; the choked moans and wavering cries that slipped around the gag he held between clenched teeth started up almost immediately after Sirius wrapped one of his legs around his waist and lifted his hips off the mattress just right.

“You sound so good, sweetheart,” he said lowly, scraping his teeth over Remus’ collarbone as he scrambled for purchase on his shoulder blades. The nickname made him whine. “If you calm down a bit, you’ll remember this better.”

Remus shook his head frantically and his hair fell into his eyes.

“Shhh.” Sirius ran his fingers through his curls, then kept his hand there to cradle the side of his head. “Shhh, mon coeur, I’ve got you.”

The dry sobs catching and releasing in his throat would have worried Sirius if he didn’t look so damn happy, staring up at the ceiling with half-open eyes. A constant string of muffled words replaced the noises as a flush spread up his chest and his hold tightened.

“What are you saying, Re?” He mouthed along his neck and Remus shivered, but never stopped talking. Realization hit Sirius like a puck to the face—I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. It never ended, never faltered, even as Remus’ back arched. “I love you, too.”

That was the tipping point. Remus’ hand slammed down to the mattress with a dull thud and he groaned, going rigid before falling completely limp. Sirius thrusted in half a dozen times before following suit; every time, it felt like he was grabbing Remus’ hand and leaping over a cliff into deep water below. He gasped into his neck, feeling a clumsy hand comb through the slightly-too-long hair above his ear as a low voice mumbled assurances to him.

“Sheer-ee-ush, you wi’ me?” Remus’ voice was hoarse and unbearably comforting. He was so careful with Sirius’ name, so deliberate in getting it right. It made his heart pound.

“Yeah. Yeah, sweetheart.” He pulled out and they both winced a little bit, but he dragged himself up to fumble with the knot at the base of Remus’ neck all the same. “When did this move?”

Remus licked his lips as the tie came out of his mouth and raised an eyebrow. “It’s cute that you think I was paying attention to that,” he croaked, laughing slightly as Sirius shook his head with a smile.

“Sorry, I should’ve known. Oh, ouch.” He ran the pad of his thumb along the faint red marks left by the fabric and frowned. “Are you okay?”

“I’m so okay, you have no idea.” Remus paused and cocked his head. “A little damp. A little sticky. Definitely want to wash my face and have some tea before I lose my voice. Do you still have the good chapstick?”

“Yeah, it’s in the bathroom, I think.” Sirius scooted over and Remus slung his legs over the bed with a soft groan. He managed to stand up a whole six inches before sitting back down.

“Legs are still kind of shaky, never mind.”

“Kind of?”

“A lot. I really want a nap.”

“I’m going to go to the bathroom really quick and then I think I’ll join you in that,” Sirius said as he stood up, stumbling slightly while he tugged his sweatpants on for warmth. The bathroom floor was ice-cold compared to their bed and he grabbed what he needed at light speed: chapstick, water glass, damp washcloth, done.

“What, no tea?” Remus teased when he returned and handed him the washcloth. “Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome, love.” He drank half the cup in two gulps before handing it to Remus, who was still scrubbing his face clean. “Are you sure you’re alright? The tie was pretty tight at the end there.”

Remus glanced over at him. “Mhm, I’m just still all buzzy. That was perfect. How about you?”

Sirius snorted. “Très bien. This was all part of your plan, wasn’t it?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“I thought you were extra chatty today. How long have you been sitting on this?” Remus stayed quiet, but the edge of his mouth twitched. “Re.”

“Since I tied your wrists.”

“A month?!” Sirius let his head fall back against the headboard. “We could have been doing this for a month?”

“Maybe not a month straight,” Remus laughed, setting the cloth and water cup on his nightstand and dragging Sirius under his arm for a snuggle. “I definitely blacked out once or twice there.”

Sirius let himself go boneless and they slid down with the combined weight, pulling the blankets up to their shoulders as Remus laid his head on his chest. “I meant it, you know.”

“Meant what?”

“You’re amazing.”

“You’re not too bad yourself, baby.” Sirius could feel Remus smiling against his skin as they drifted off together.

[jilytho]

Fake Laughs and French Fish

"You laughed in a restaurant but you have a really ugly laugh so I thought you were choking" au. The opposite of a meet cute bc James is an idiot. idk what this is but Happy Jilytober!

Read below or on AO3 or FFNT

It was James’s least favorite kind of restaurant. The kind of place where sure, the food is good, but the portion is barely big enough for a snack and the music was too soft and the tablecloths were too stiff and there were too many types of forks that he didn’t know which was meant for salad and which was for stabbing into his thigh. 

All places should have prices on the menu, smarmy little French places were not an exception. But Peter’s birthday had been last week and James had missed the party to deal with a work emergency so he owed him dinner at Peter’s choice of restaurant. And of course, Peter had to pick the most pretentious place in the city. 

Sirius and Remus were there as well, of course, they could hardly go anywhere without them. It was exactly the kind of place Sirius grew up in, and although he had gotten very comfortable with fast food since he was exiled by his family, he still seemed to fit in perfectly at this kind of place. 

As much as James loathed the whole joint, he grudgingly admitted it was worth the hefty bill to watch Peter’s whole face alight with joy as they sat down. His head was on a swivel, swooshing from side to side, tittering with excitement. 

Just as the young waiter brought their appetizers over, a mushroom risotto and salmon tartare, Remus was in the middle of thanking him and requesting more water when a large man at the table behind them snapping his fingers, head turned to look at the waiter. “Well, that’s just rude,” Remus murmured under his breath. James and the waiter both watched to see a large beefy man glaring over at them, beckoning the waiter with two fingers in a way that made James’s skin crawl. He was sitting with two women, James could see the whole table quite easily when looking past Remus’s right earlobe. The woman on Whale Man’s right looked like she was being choked out by her string of pearls, lips pursed, a nose slightly too sharp for her face, and what appeared to be a stick up her ass considering the daggers she was shooting between the other woman at the table and the waiter. His eyes found the second woman, the one being subjected to Miss. Bony Lady’s eye daggers and was shocked he hadn’t noticed her the second she sat down. That hair was not something that should ever go unnoticed by anyone. 

He couldn’t even see her face, as she was hiding it between her hands, and glaring down at the table, but he found himself craning his neck, trying to get a glimpse. There were waves of hostility trolling off of her and every element of her body language seemed to be screaming “DO NOT ENGAGE” . Her hair was forming a wall of fire, curtaining around her face, protecting her from the angry glares of her dinner mates. As the waiter walked over to their table, after nodding politely at Remus, he watched her emerge from her hands to grimace up at him apologetically.

He couldn’t hear what the whale man was saying, and subconsciously heard Peter start to tell some story about work and dish out portions of their appetizer, but he couldn’t pull his eyes back yet. The girl was flushed and glaring at the bony woman, saying something hushed but clearly angry. Her nose was scrunched up, nostrils flared and as angry as she looked he started to wonder if she’d giggle if he booped her nose, all scrunched up like that. Started cringing at himself for thinking about something as ridiculous as that. 

From his distance, he couldn’t make out the color of her eyes, just that they were bright and sparkling and even from ten feet away he could feel the passion and emotion coming off her. 

When the waiter had finally left, dismissed with an angry wave of Whale Man’s hand, he watched the red head roll her eyes, and twist her neck like cracking it would release the anger built up in her. He wondered how creepy she would find him if he offered to massage the shoulder for her, maybe there was some chiropractor-esque or glowstick pickup line he could use to impress her. Cheesy lines had never done him good in the past but she looked like she could use a laugh, maybe she’d think it was funn-

“Right, James?” James tore his eyes away from the girl to find all his friends staring at him, looking for his agreement on something James had not heard a single syllable of. 

“Erm, yeah, right. Of course,” he nodded strongly, reaching for his water to gulp down and give himself a chance to calm the flush slowly rising up his neck. 

Peter looked pointedly towards Remus, “See I told you, Lupin.”

As James busied himself with pushing risotto onto his spoon- the smallest spoon closest to him, was that meant for desert?- he carefully ignored Remus’s eyes on him, silently watching James and nodding to Peter. 

“Mhm, Pete. Looks like I was mistaken.” 

The rest of the course went by smoothly, James kept his eyes off of the Magical Mystery Woman as best he could, forcefully making himself enthusiastically engaged in Sirius’s discussion of the lineup of next week's game. He was in the middle of making an argument for why Johnson should start as center, not Malinsky when he got stopped mid sentence by Whale Man clearing his throat loud enough for half the bloody restaurant to hear and his entire argument went to shit. 

Honestly, who did this bloke think he is, the bloody Prime Minister? Mystery Woman was too perfect to be putting up with this. Why would she go out in public with this oaf? Was he her brother? She seemed perfect but having him as a brother-in-law would really put a damper on the future marital bliss. She was gripping her knife so tightly it had to hurt, maybe he should offer up his own hand to squeeze instead, that’d be less painful he was sure. No. No, that was weird. He shook himself again and wrenched his eyes back to Sirius and resumed his argument.

They were just getting ready to clear their plates and ask for the desert woman when it happened. Mystery Woman’s table was still on their main course, she had ordered the fish, exactly the same meal James had eaten. Was that a sign of compatibility or what? If anyone had asked him later he would have sworn he was paying full and complete attention to Remus’s story of Dale from accounting messing up again but he was somehow also subconsciously completely and totally aware of every single one of Mystery Woman’s movements because he just knew she had just placed a delicate bite of fish on her fork and was chewing lightly when she let out this hacking, squawking, horrific noise. 

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god she is choking. My dream girl is choking and is going to choke on fish and DIE before I even learn her name. If she dies before I know her name I won’t even know what funeral to go to and how to mourn her properly and how would I even introduce myself at that funeral, ‘Hi, I stalked this girl from ten feet away and fell in love and will now live the rest of my life single and alone.”

If anyone were to have asked, he was positive he was still sitting at the table, nodding along with Remus. Somehow, without his conscious noticing, he had thrown back his chair and jumped to his feet, sending his chair falling backwards, narrowly missing a passing waitress. He practically leaped across the empty space, flown to behind her chair, gripped her shoulder tightly, and began to slam his hand against her back. 

“Ma’am, miss, oh my god are you alright? Can you breathe? Can you hear me, miss, oh my god WE NEED AN AMBULANCE, breathe ma’am breathe!” James yelled at her, pounding against her back, mentally preparing to perform the heimlich maneuver, he had never learned it properly but he saw it on a crime show once and it worked there maybe it would work now? He was really regretting not taking that First Aid class with Remus when she suddenly yanked herself out of his grip, leaping to her own feet and spinning around to face him, red hair flying into his mouth as she turned. 

Green. Her eyes were green. Green and bright and shining and gorgeous, oh my god she really can’t die now. 

“Oh my god, are you alright??” He reached out again to grip her shoulders tightly, had him slamming on her back dislodged the fish? Would she live? Was he a hero? 

“I will be when you explain why you just hit me repeatedly.” She crossed her arms over her chest, seemingly cross. 

His eyes widened and he looked around for someone else to agree and call him a life saving hero. Whale Man and Bony Lady looked bewildered, like he had just suddenly sprouted into a fish, instead of saving their dinner mates life.  All across the surrounding tables, he was met with concerned stares and the mortifying sinking feeling that he had completely misread the situation. 

“I- um. I saved you! You were choking! I saved you….. Right?” He dropped his hands from her shoulders, one immediately going to fix itself in his hair, face burning bright red. 

“I wasn’t choking, why did you think I was choking? Are you a doctor?”

He could hear Sirius laughing now. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. “No, just erm- a concerned citizen? Trying to ah, do my civic duty, preventing fish related deaths, I- erm- I’m sorry I really thought you were choking you made like a hacking sound I thought you were dying, I really just wanted to help” he tugged on his hair, averting his eyes to the floor. Not only did he ruin his chance of getting Mystery Woman to fall in love with him but now he has basically assaulted her, dear God he is never going to live this down. 

“That was a laugh.”

His eyes shot up to meet hers, “A what?”

“A laugh. I was laughing.”

“That was not a laugh. That was a deadly sound. Nobody in the world has a laugh that horrible.”

“Hitting me AND insulting me now, wow this is really my lucky day.” 

James’s jaw dropped. He couldn’t even wrap his brain around the fact that he had just insulted her laugh just that this seemingly magnificent girl laughed like THAT. He couldn’t help the little chuckle that escaped him. 

“Thats your real laugh? Oh my god I’m so sorry.” 

“Sorry for insulting me or sorry that that's what my laugh sounds like?”

“Erm… both?” 

She giggled then as well, light and small, and very, very different from the choking sound he heard earlier. 

“See!” He pointed at her accusingly, “now that’s a laugh! That sound before was a dying bird and I won’t have you tell me otherwise.”

“Well,” her eyebrows lowered and she leaned in a little conspiratorially, whispering her next words, “the joke wasn’t actually very funny. I suppose my fake laugh may need a little more work before I attempt to use it so publicly again.” 

The two shared a grin and wow was he screwed. 

“You know,” he leaned in again, “I’ve been told all my laughs are top notch, fake and real, and if you were every interested in some tutoring, I suppose I could-”

“Ahem,” Whale Man cleared his throat again, “If you’re done disrupting our evening, I would very much like to return to my meal.” An apology on the tip of James’s tongue when he was cut off by Whale Man continuing to blabber, “Honestly, the heathens they allow to enter this establishment. Absolutely zero respect. Didn’t anyone ever teach you manners? Of course you attract this sort” The last words were directed to Mystery Woman and all the desire to apologize to Whale Man disappeared immediately. It wasn’t her fault he was an idiot who started hitting her. 

He was prepared to say just that, and apologize to Mystery Woman, when she cut him off herself.

“Now you listen here, Vernon-” Mystery Woman began, red anger creeping up her neck.

“Lily, honestly,” Bony Lady cut in, “Just sit down and let's finish our meal and go, you’ve made enough of a scene.” Bony Lady’s tone was low, but sharp and cutting and seemed to send a shiver down Mystery Woman’s - or was it Lily?- spine. 

He had a feeling she would have kept going, but also had a burning desire to run from Bone Lady’s eyes. It felt like they were piercing straight through him. 

“I’m sorry,” he started loudly, one hand back in his hair, eyes quickly finding those incredible green ones, “I’m truly sorry for interrupting your meal and um hitting you and insulting you. Truthfully, you’re just spectacularly gorgeous and I thought you were choking and kind of lost my head a bit, I suppose,” his eyes averted quickly at that admission, missing the way hers started to fill with mirth and eyebrows began to creep up. “I’ll leave you to your meal.” 

He turned on his heel and returned back to his table, picking his chair off the ground and sitting, adamantly avoiding eye contact with his friends. He felt her eyes burning into his neck and stared determinedly down at his fork. 

“So you’ve gone crazy,” Sirius states, matter of factly with a shit eating grin, “that’s fun.”

“I thought she was choking,” he murmured under his breath. 

“What was that, James? Couldn’t quite hear you. Speak up now or one of us will have to beat it out of you.” Peter could barely finish his sentence before him and Sirius began to guffaw obnoxiously.  Even Remus was chuckling. 

James groaned and covered his eyes with his hands. “Can we please just go, I will pay double if they bring the check right now.”

“Oh Jamie dear, why the rush?” Sirius tutted, “We ordered desert while you were busy saving lives! We wouldn’t dream of leaving before Pete gets his birthday desert!” 

Muttering “tossers” under his breath, James set his jaw and raised his eyes to meet his friends, and not to look past Remus’s ear to Mystery Woman again. 

By the time desert had arrived, James had been properly roasted by his mates about twelve times over and they had slowly moved onto other topics, all being other times James made a fool of himself in public. Sirius had just left for the restroom leaving Peter with the task of making James’s life hell.

Peter was just getting into the climax of his own personal favorite James humiliation tale, the Koi Pond Incident of ‘09, when James’s bite of tiramisu was interrupted by a light slapping against his back. 

He spluttered and coughed grossly, ready to whip around and smack Sirius, assuming it was him, when he felt hot breath on his ear and a flash of red in his peripheral and completely froze.

“You alright there? Wouldn’t want you to choke. Just being a concerned citizen and all.” She murmured into his ear, teeth centimeters away from nipping it.

He turned to face her, gaping at her sudden closeness to find her smirking face mere inches away from his own. 

“Thanks for that,” he croaked. 

“Of course, always on the lookout. Doing my civic duty,” she winked. She winked. What the hell did that mean, oh my god, this woman would be the death of him. 

“Here,” she pressed a slip of paper into his hand. “Just in case you want to stop me from choking at dinner another night too.” And then she winked again, spun on her heel, red hair whipping him in the face and left with another tinkling laugh. James stared dumbly down at the numbers on the paper, memorizing them immediately.

“Holy fuck, James. What was that?” Pete stared at James’s dumbfounded face. Sirius chuckled lightly from behind him, apparently having returned in time to watch the entire exchange. 

“That, my friend,” Sirius clapped a hand down harshly onto James’s shoulder, “may have just been the future Mrs. Potter.”

[im-a-meteorite]

i’ve been marathoning the harry potter movies since im in quarantine and i’ve been taking some notes. i’ll post them all bc why not 

sorcerer’s stone

harry knowing that there’s no post on sunday,, a genius

hedwig’s theme playing when harry looks out of the window and sees an owl flying by, very nice

hagrid doing magic at the house on the rock thing,, wouldnt the ministry be able to track that?? since there’s no wizard that lives there, they should be alerted?? or did they remove the trace from hagrid once he got expelled?? like does it work by the trace only or? bc if it doesn’t work by location then how would they know that a muggle witnessed the magic?? idk anymore

the kids staring at the nimbus 2000 and saying its the fastest model yet,, then the camera zooming on the handle w/ the background blurred -> the most straight forward foreshadowing

hagrid is actually the worst person to take harry on his tour situation,, like bro literally left him in the middle of a train station

the weasleys and harry going to the platform while theres a shit ton of ppl walking around,,, statute of secrecy where??

the great hall is on the first floor?? i thought it was on the ground floor

ew the hats

i wish the movies had dumbledore’s weird few words speeches

“theres not one witch or wizard that went bad that wasnt in slytherin” broooo

mcgonagall is so savage i love her

snape is an asshole

a crap ton of chessboards in the great hall study hall scene,, foreshadowing the challenges?

madam hooch really yeeted herself out of neville’s way

✨🥰 oliver wood 🥰✨✨

harry really wiped the troll buggers on his robe,, disgusting

snapes hair is lowkey on fleek tho,,

making most of the slytherins ugly bc they’re the “evil” house is just a disservice to all the inbreeding

hermione setting snape on fire is truly iconic and very extra tbh like sis why tf would u know a spell like that

seasonal transition wasnt that great tbh

overall the directing style is kinda basic

“not in the restricted section,,” rule breaking hermione is the best hermione

dumbledore’s handwriting is so extra and loopy like tf?? but it fits his character

the hedwig flying season transition was good

“immortal?” “it means you’ll never die.” “i know what it means!”

50 points each for being out of bed??? wtf is this point system

filtch saying there’s werewolves in the forbidden forest,,, thats illegal sir

hagrid calling the trio by their first names but draco by his last,, we love favoritism

harry’s thoughts r so ridiculous,, “snape doesnt want the stone for himself, he wants it for voldemort!” lmaoo wtf,, evidence pls sir,, u don’t even know he was a death eater. was it the bad vibes?? bc same

harry figuring out that the person who gave hagrid the dragon egg is voldy,, a genius

“kill us faster?? now i can relax!!” ron is so iconic i love him

“lucky we didnt panic!” “lucky hermione pays attention in herbology”

how is it that harry’s hand burned quirrel but not the skin on harry’s neck?? that shit makes no sense

yeah i really cant imagine this dumbledore fighting voldy in movie 5

hermione’s headband in the reunion scene is so cute i love it

chamber of secrets:

how is dobby even allowed to just jump on the bed?? like is it bc harry isnt his master that he can do smth like that

“dobby has heard about harry potter’s kindness” or whatever,, bro u work for the malfoys either the elves gossip or draco is waxing poetry about harry

aunt petunia saying “we have ice-cream” after that whole affair is just ridiculous

DIAGONALLY

this seems like the extended version bc i dont remember the borgin and bruks scene to be that long

the close ups with lucius and ginny’s books r insane lmao like chris columbus made it so obvious

also mr weasley’s acting is so funny like its so exaggerated

lucius malfoy is so dramatic and extra we love it

also lucius knowing hermione’s name and “draco’s told me all about you”??? bro whats with draco?? lmaoo

snape really got mad with the whole car business

mandrakes r fucking weird bro how did jkr come up with that

PERCY WALKING WITH PENELOPE CLEARWATER??? HOW DID I MISS THAT??

omg colin had so many lines?? wow

omg erol with the fucking howler,, iconic

ron’s facial expressions?? pure comedy, rupret is so good

LOCKHEART REALLY SAID “GOOD GIRL” THEN WINKED AT HERMIONE

“pesky piksy pescinomy” this bitch dumb

“why is it always me?” poor neville

omfg ✨🥰 oliver wood 🥰✨

ahh using the seeker position for fighting

ew draco used the m-word

the shit the basilisk is saying is so lame lmaoo

how does harry not recognize that he’s hearing a different language?? or does parsaltongue act weird

HOW IS THE WHOLE SCHOOL IN THE SAME CORRIDOR???

“i know the counter-curse that could’ve spared her” bitch the dirty looks he got?? omfg

the movies would’ve been 500% better if they had lee jordan’s iconic quidditch commentary

“scarhead” “TRAINING FOR THE BALLET, POTTER?”

“what did you expect?? pumpkin juice??” madam pomfery is a queen

dobby is dumb dumb

“who am i, hedwig? what am i?”

“reading? i didnt know you could read?”

“look at my face” “look at your tail!”

“you can’t cancel quidditch!”

“oh harry, if you die down there, you’re welcome to share my toilet”

lockheart: do you live here? ron: no *smacks him in the head with a rock*

“voldemort is my past, present and future” are all slytherins this dramatic??

the tension between hermione and ron in the last feast was insane

justin filtch fletchy is so ugly im so sorry i cant

prisoner of azkaban:

im sorry but harry doing underage illegal magic pisses me off every time

aunt marge 🤢

“do they use a cane boy?” “oh yeah, i’ve been beaten loads of times”

that whole scene is so chaotic

“you cant do magic outside of school!” “oh yeah? try me”

sirius really dumb for barking at harry like it makes no sense

the knight bus is probably one of the best things in this movie

“whatcha doing down there??” “i fell over” “whacha fell over for?” “i didnt do it on purpose!” “well come on then, lets not wait for the grass to grow”

harry leans over and looks for the grim, stan: “whatcha looking at?”

“yeah take it away ernie,, its gonna be a bumpy ride”

this whole thing is written and directed so perfectly

i hate how they replaced tom bc it really made no sense

all the bits of magic in the leaky caldron is so genius

fudge reminds me of trump but like dumber

the blue lighting and coloring is just great, it fits the colder vibe of the story (not like HBP with the hazy/blurry effect)

ugh the glass and mirror transitions are one of my favorite things,, alfonso curon really did that 

i love the weasleys,, also everyone looks great in this movie

omg the scene with arthur talking to harry about sirius with the sirius poster always being in sight?? amazing

contrast of light and darkness just echos the whole dementor vs patronus situation

i dont even understand why remus took the train other than for the nostalgia

the lights slowly turning off in the different carriages?? amazing

the visual representation of the dementors’ effect is great

REMUS!!!

i wish there was more emotion from remus when he’s talking about sirius,, like that was one of his only friends

snape clapping literally twice for remus,, ajhshsh

ahh the placement of the slytherin and gryffindor tables right beside each other to increase the tension and further the plot

oh yea the new dumbledore, also cool hat he has

omg the new fat lady painting

omg the candy scene?? so cute i love lads being lads. that scene just echo’s dumbledore’s light in the dark quote bc its storming outside at night and they’re creating a happy environment within the dark especially with the dementors

ah yes the clock references + following the bird to show us important parts of hogwarts and putting the whomping willow in the forefront

ron’s reading of harry’s tea leaves,, still on point tho. ron really has a knack for divination

buckbeak! omg drapple

draco is so hot especially with that ring also the slytherin pins??

“oh yeah, terribly funny, really witty. god, this place has gone to the dogs”

the kids look so messy i love it + harry’s uneven tie

HERMIONE CLINGING TO RONS ARM!!

“its killed me! your gonna regret this, you and your bloody chicken”

omg the boggart lesson

“riddikulus!” “this class is ridiculous”

fuck snape!

draco really pushed someone with his bandaged arm

remus is such an amazing professor i love him and i just miss him so much

ugh harry in this hoodie?? amazing

remus and harry’s conversation with the music :(( lily :((

wtf is that eye painting??

percy screaming about being head boy,, bro stfu

sirius is such a dramatic little bitch i love it

seasonal changes marked by the wimping willow

“turn to page 394”

what a fucking rude ass bitch,, i hate snape

harry really be seeing the grim everywhere

i wish they had “wheres wood?” “trying to drown himself in the shower”

winter transition with hedwig! + clock tower

“come and join the big boys”

i just adore this scene of the twins giving harry the map (bro i really want a series about the marauders)

whos that skinny bitch with draco???

harry’s way too rash tbh

also mcgonagall being also too nonchalant about the whole marauder’s situation?? like those werent your students

remus is a soft boy dark academia icon

if only dumbledore wasnt a dumbass,, remus could have been uncle moony raising harry with sirius

ron’s nightmare scene?? iconic

“my dad didnt strut. nor do i” umm james potter was also a drama queen sooo probably strutting

“you, YOU FOUL LOATHSOME EVIL LITTLE COCKROACH” “hermione no, he’s not worth it”

sirius’ dog form really looks like a rabid dog omfg

the part where hermione grabs harry while she’s on the wimping willow omfg

“only one will die tonight” YOU DRAMATIC BITCH UR NOT MAKING THIS BETTER

“finally the flesh reflects the madness within” “well you’d know all about the madness within, wouldn’t you remus?”

why the fuck is the shreaking shack is swaying in the wind??

QUARRELING LIKE AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE

why the fuck didnt they knock peter out?? like tf?? they’re actually dumb dumb there were so many ways for this to go right

this man really sent 2 13-year-olds on this dumbass mission

buckbeak really beat up remus,, “professor lupin’s having a really tough night”

harry’s a fucking psycho with this patronus bullshit,, i cant

can they stop screaming while flying on buckbeak?? someone might hear them

im still mad sirius didnt get his name cleared,, so much would’ve changed

“we did it” “did what? goodnight” i fucking hate dumbledore and his mindlessness omfg sometimes i wanna punch him in the face

fuck snape for outing remus as a werewolf,,, but also he really didnt have to resign. like istg wheres the marauder energy when it comes to defying everyone??

i wish the movies had went into the marauders’ history :(( its one of my favorite aspects of the series

[sincerlypadfoot]

The Heart And The Head (2)

Word Count- 1566

Four Years Later

“You know your dad wishes that he could be here for you, but you know with work and everything,” Elijah said as we walked through together, standing infront of the train once again.

“What does dad have against Gryffindor anyways,” I said shaking my head annoyed. “You said it yourself that Gryffindor matched me perfectly,” I muttered at Elijah tossing his arm over me.

“Just know that your dad loves you a lot and he does wish he was here with you,” Elijah said kissing the top of my head. “Remus, how lovely to see you,” Elijah said off guard as Remus ran over giving his uncle a hug.

“Come on or we’re gonna be late, everyone else is in the cart,” Remus said practically pulling me, making my hair wanna change colors but I held it in. “You know the boys have been talking about the pranks we could pull all year,” Remus said excited.

“I think i’m going to find Marlene Alice and Lily, I promise i’ll come find you guys later,” I said to Remus, giving him a slight hug and walking away, looking in every window for the girls.

“Hey,” Lily said running up to me and hugging me. “Guess who gets to be a prefect!” She yelled making both of us scream in joy.

“I am so proud of you, year five and you’ve finally got it,” I chuckled hugging her. “We’re totally winning the house cup these year,” I joked letting her go.

“Come on, the other girls we’re looking for you,” Lily said grabbing my hand and dragging me to a couple carts down where Alice and Marlene were chatting along.

“Hey,” Marlene said getting up and hugging me. “I love your hair this year, short and blue, it suits you,” She chuckled sitting me down beside her.

“I think it would look better long,” I joked making my hair grow down to my shoulder blades making the girls laugh. 

“Blonde, you would look so badass blonde,” Alice chuckled as my hair stayed a solid blonde. “Lily we have prefect duties,” She mumbled watching some students walk along the hallways.

“We’ll see you later, wish us luck,” Lily mumbled walking out with Alice leaving Marlene and I alone.

“You wanna come find the boys with me, I said i’d meet up with them in a bit,” I suggested to Marlene who nodded her head at me. “Do you think my hair actually looks good blonde?” I asked her as we walked beside each other.

“Yes I love this, it fits your personality so well, bold and brave,” Marlene chuckled tossing her hand over my shoulder. “Anyone who doesn't think your beautiful inside and out must be crazy blind.” She chuckled as the cart door infront of us swung open and out came James and Sirius shoulder and shoulder.

“Trouble one and trouble two,” I chuckled looking at the two boys who stood infront of me. “What mayhem have you two already caused?’ I asked making Marlene laugh.

“Nothing actually, we were gonna come looking for you guys Remus said you were gonna come find us,” SIrius said with a smile. “Looks like we both were thinking the same thing,” He chuckled opening the cart door. “After you two,” He said moving out of the way.

“Thank you very much,” I said sarcastically pushing Marlene in to Remus and Peter who were sitting down and talking. “Hello,” I smiled sitting beside Remus. “What has my favorite cousin be up too?” I asked.

“Trying to keep trouble one and trouble two out of trouble,” Remus said mocking my voice. “Love the hair,” He chuckled making everyone look at me.

“Yeah thought it would be time for a change, you know.” I chuckled leaning back on my seat. “Year five already, where has the time gone,” I asked making everyone laugh.

“Yeah where has the time gone,” James mopped leaning his head back then up again to look at everyone. “We only have two more years after this,” He chuckled. We all talked for the next couple hours, ending up at Hogwarts and back in our dorm rooms.

“I am so bored,” Alice mopped laying on her bed. “You know I could go for some food right now,” She chuckled making everyone else chuckle.

“We just ate some food Alice you crazy ass, how are you still hungry?” Lily asked sitting up from her bed.

“I can sneak some cookies for us, I could use some cookies,” I chuckled rolling myself off my bed. “Marlene are you coming?” I asked then stopped once I noticed she was passed out sleeping. “Fine, i’ll bringing back some cookies,” I mumbled tossing my robe on and walking out into the cold common room, the fire was out bringing a cold sensation to my whole body.

“Where do you think your going in the middle of the night?” SIrius asked making me jump out of my skin. “Sorry love old habits,” He apologized walking towards me. 

“Just going to get some food, go back to bed it’s not a problem,” I said back walking passed him and down the stairs.

“Can I join you, it might not be safe out there, I should come with you,” Sirius said trailing behind me. “I could get some food too, pretty hungry and the boys are being loud right now,” He mumbled following close behind.

“The stairs are moving,” I grumbled stopping at a halt making Sirius bump into me and make me turn me around. “Your gonna get us caught Sirius,” I hissed looking at him.

“Sorry come on,” Sirius said fixing my robe and walking ahead of me. “What are we on a mission for?” He asked walking down the still stairs.

“Cookies, Alice and I want cookies so I told her I would go and sneak us some,” I giggled making myself smiling. “What are you hunting for tonight?” I asked.

“Hunting for some grapes, i’m in the mood for some and I hear they’re really good,” Sirius chuckled opening the kitchen door. “After you,” He said pulling his hand up so I could walk under.

“So if we get caught i’ll take the blame,” I said opening the fridge and taking out some grapes. “I got you some grapes,” I chuckled putting the grapes up in the air as Sirius took them.

“I got you some cookies,” I said back placing the cookies in my hand as I shut the fridge door and stood up. “Come on we should get back,” Sirius said opening the door.

“So are you trying out for quidditch again this year?” I asked trying not to keep the silence up. “I was thinking about doing it too but it’s seen a bit scary,” I chuckled to myself looking at SIrius who was walking ahead of me.

“You should do it, i’ve seen you play and you’ve got some good moves,” Sirius said turning around. “I’m sure James would let you on the team, you’ve been staying at his house. You two practically live together,” SIrius chuckled putting his hand on his neck. 

“Students out of bed?” Flitch called out making SIrius and I both jump. “Miss Norris go look,” He hissed and the patter of the cats come closer to us.

“In here,” Sirius whispered pushing both of us into a cubert. “Have fun finding us now,” He hissed at the cat who walked around the corner, the door shut and it was pitch dark in the room expect for a little bit of moonlight that shinned in the window.

“How long are we gonna be in here?” I asked leaning against the wall, I looked out the crack of the door, miss Norris was asleep across the door.

“Until the study cat moves, sit down,” Sirius mumbled falling to the floor and opening his bucket of grapes. “Take some,” He offered.

“Thank you,” I said taking a handful of grapes and sliding down to the wall. “Alice is gonna be angry when she doesn't get her cookies,” I chuckled looking down at my lap and shoving grapes into my mouth.

“I think she’ll survive the night,” Sirius said putting a handful of grapes into his mouth and making faces, causing both of us to laugh. “I am trying out for quidditch this year, i’m sure we could do really good with a girl on the team, and you’re the best one i’ve seen in a while,” He chuckled.

“Then I guess I will be there for tryouts,” I chuckled a bit leaning back on the wall. “She’s not gonna leave is she,” I mopped looking through the crack again.

“She never leaves, are you cold?” Sirius asked moving over. “Come sit over here,” He offered patting the ground.

“My robe is long enough for a blanket, we can use it,” I suggested shifting over to I was beside Sirius. I took off my robe revealing my tank top.

“Goodnight love,” Sirius whispred as I leaned my head on his shoulder, he pulled my robe up so it was covering both of us. The pouring of the cat filled the hallway. Everytime the clicking off the heels of a teacher walked passed the door Sirius’ whole body would tense up my hands would grab his and the touch of my palm to his would calm him down.

[siriuslybea]

I see Sirius as this short (like 5'4) very skinny yet muscular twink boy with a tiny yet slutty waist that Remus can hold in place with just a hand ands mmmf just a perfect fit in his hand, he can't grow chest hair either, with type 3A curls that are always falling in his face but frames his posh and angelic face perfectly especially near his eyes which are a striking grey. Not to mention he has a perfect arse to the point his ass cheeks are even with each other.

[wonderwomanfantasy]

sins of mortals part ten

ohohoh BOY HERE WE GO

master list

Sirius Black x Slytherin! reader

word count: 2,400 (about)

warnings: language, drinking, that's about it. 

summary: let's see what Sirius is thinking about everything

Sirius couldn’t help but smile, something was exhilarating about fighting with you. The fire in your eyes was sexy as hell and when he managed to win that fight, there was nothing more satisfying.

He remembered when he had first seen you.  He was a scrawny eleven-year-old waiting on the train platform, his mother fussed over his hair and lectured him on what not to do while he was away. Sirius wasn’t paying much attention to her. He was distracted by all the bright colors and moving people. suddenly his mother grabbed his ear and yanked on it.

“you listen to me when I’m talking to you Sirius Black,” she hissed

“Yes Mum,” he sighed 

“you see that girl there,” she asked pointing a boney finger at you, a girl getting fussed over and yelled at by her own mother. 

“yes,”

“you stay away from her, far away. She’s rotten” his mother hissed. Sirius nodded and agreed to avoid you at all costs but it was a lie. If his mom hated you then you couldn’t be all that bad.

Sirius couldn’t understand why his mother didn’t like you, you seemed like the perfect little stuck up Slytherin. Then he heard you talk about Muggle Borns for the first time. 

“There is no difference between a pureblood witch and a muggle-born one maybe if you pulled your head out of your ass Malfoy you would understand that,” Sirius couldn’t believe you were the one who had said that, he probably wouldn’t have if he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes. 

Sirius chuckled just remembering that. It was the first and the last time he had ever heard a Slytherin talk like that. 

“what’s got you so smiley?” Remus asked nudging him in the side, pulling him from his memories. Sirius beamed wider and strode happily into his dorm room, Remus holding the door open for him.

“I just convinced the prettiest girl in the world to come to our party,” he said smugly setting down the crate of butterbeer and pushing it beneath his bed. James groaned loudly.  

“Don’t just don’t” James snapped crossing to him and gripping Sirius’s shoulders tightly

“Don’t you dare fall in love with (y/n),” James demanded shaking him slightly.

“I’m not in love with her hopelessly infatuated maybe-” Sirus joked, although it wasn’t as fake as he would like to pretend. 

“Do we need to do a pros and cons list, Sirius?” James asked before Sirius could tell him to fuck off Remus summoned a blackboard. 

 “guys come on-” Sirius protested but James was already writing a list. 

“let's start with the cons,” James said pushing his glasses up his noes and rolling his sleeves up

the list ended up looking like this 

Cons

- She’s a Slytherin

- She practices black magic

- Friends with Snape

- Terrible taste in clothing

- Wearwolfphobic

“I don’t think that’s a word,” Remus cut in 

“Who cares it gets the point across doesn’t it?”

“I don’t think we can say she has terrible taste in clothing we’ve only seen her in her uniform,” Petter added thoughtfully.  Sirius looked at the list. “pros?” he asked hopefully. 

Pros

-Sirius is an idiot.

 He looked at the list and thought. He remembered the boggart in class, you had shrieked like everyone else when the werewolf appeared. Remus was more important to him, no doubt. he sighed

“what do you want me to do James? Uninvite her from the party?” he sighed. 

“Just promise me you aren’t going anything stupid,”

“I promise-”

“No promise” James held out his pinky to him.

“We aren’t children Prongs!” Sirius cried nocking back his pinky

“You Have to!” he whined shoving his finger back in Sirius’s face. 

“Merlin,” he cursed before forfeiting his pinky. “I pinky promise that I won’t do anything dumb.” James smiled

“right, now we can talk about what’s really important. Evens made me chocolates-” Sirius instantly tuned out of the conversation, and let his mind wander back to you. 

 Sirius was buzzing with excitement, he couldn’t sit still at the breakfast table.

“I don’t know why you’re freaking out it’s just a practice match.” Remus sighed 

“A Practice match that the whole school is watching,” Sirius pointed out. 

He was the first one in the stands watching as everyone filtered in. Sirius liked watching people, an Incubus trait he supposed. But he liked making out people's expressions, guessing what they were really thinking and figuring out their secrets. you were good that way, all of your feelings bubbled right to the surface when he talked to you. there was never any guessing. He snapped out of thinking when someone poked his cheek. he blinked and locked eyes with you

“Hey Cutie,” he purred reflexively. the soft upward tilt of your lip quickly dropped to a frown

“Do you always have to ruin the mood Black? Here I was trying to be nice-” you ranted then he noticed the Scarf wrapped around your neck. it was red and gold instead of the yellow and black he was expecting.

“So I see you decided to rep Gryfindor after all,” He said cutting you off. your cheeks flushed a deep red. 

“I found it in the dorm rooms,” you mumbled. he quirked an eyebrow up at you silently asking for you to continue “Yumi gets around, probably one of her blokes was in a rush to get out and he left it behind,” you said. he hummed and patted the seat next to him, still, he was surprised when you actually accepted and sat next to him.

“Don’t look so shocked, No self-respecting Slytherin would be caught dead near me while I’m dressed like this,” you said haughtily. his grin widened, 

“their loss,” He shrugged. and all the better for him, he thought but said nothing. 

you were unnervingly calm during quidditch matches, you sat perfectly still while everyone around your screamed and jumped up around you. your eyes followed the players meticulously, your posture perfect, your hands folded neatly in your lap. Merlin, you were posh.

he leaned in and whispered in your ear “would it kill you to relax a little?” He asked making you jump. you scowled

“I am relaxed,” you huffed, “I’m having a grand time,” he rolled his eyes. 

“if this is you relaxing then I can’t wait to see you party,” he laughed 

“I told you, Black, I’m fun at parties,” you defended. He was so busy glaring at you and trying to think of a witty comeback that he missed the Snitch as it flew neatly into Potter’s hand. everyone around you roared around you. Sirius jumped up to try and get a glance of what he missed, but it was too late the game was over. 

“don’t pout, I thought you were excited for the party,” you teased nudging him in the side. he offered you his arm and was surprised for a second time when you actually took it

“well lead the way, Black,”

Despite your, Nemours claims that you were a ‘party girl’  Sirius could tell this was probably the first party, still, you made a good show of nodding your head to the muggle music playing and accepting the butterbeer he gave you.  He wanted to stay by your side and maybe tease you more but he was quickly pulled away by other Gryffindors and the Slytherin girls that crowded around you were the same ones that had snapped at him the night you had summoned him. 

Still, he couldn’t help but keep glancing over at you. as the party went on you did seem to be enjoying yourself. “Sirius?” He turned and saw Petter who looked rather green in the face, “I think I Drank to-” a gag gut him off mid-thought. Sirius’s eyes widened in fear as he realized what was about to happen. Before Peter could ruin Sirius’s shirt, and night, a bucket materialized in front of his face. Perter grabbed the bucket gratefully and puked his guts out. Sirius patted his friend on the back and breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up to see who had saved him and saw you, your wand drawn smiling smugly. you sheathed your wand and blew him a teasing kiss. 

a soft warm buzz washed over him as he absorbed that energy, which reminded him, He hadn’t gotten his kiss yet today. He crossed to you smirking. Besides you still had to tell James he did a good job at the quidditch match.

“Thanks for that love,” he laughed and to his surprise, you burst into a fit of uncritically girly giggles. 

“You looked so scared!” you shouted before giggling again. 

“how many of those have you had?” he asked nodding to the half-empty butterbeer bottle in your hand. 

“I don’t know like two? But you should try these- uh Firewhisky shots they are soooo yummy,” you said. that explained it, he smiled 

“Maybe you should take it, easy lightweight,” he laughed you moved to lean in but you were off balance and you ended up falling he caught you easily. “See what I mean?”

“I’m fine,” you muttered. 

“Clearly,” he said rolling his eyes. 

“are you done scolding me?” you asked 

“Actually I need a quick favor from (y/n),” he said in a saccharine tone of voice. “you remember what you promised me, Love?” He asked you, you looked confused for a second then you laughed. you cupped his cheeks and yanked him down and planted a kiss on him. He could still taste the whiskey on your lips. a rush of energy flooded him, making his skin feel white-hot. He was quick to pull away, kissing you when you were piss drunk didn’t sit well with him. 

“Not what I meant Sugar,” he said, “Remember what we said about you complementing the Quidditch team?” he asked. you thought about it. 

“Do it have to?” you whined. 

“yes, let’s go, love,” He said leading you over to where James was, Jane watching closely.  “go on Love tell him about the game.” he prompted.  

“Hello Potter I think you are an absolute git but you did great at the quidditch game, go choke on a shoe,” you said James blinked at you not quite sure how to respond. 

“Thanks, you too,” James said finally, a little drunk himself. you laughed and opened your mouth but Sirius pulled you away before you could stay anything else. 

“Aren’t you tired love?” He asked you scowled. 

“No I don't want to go to sleep,” you said flatly, not in the same giggly tone he had gotten used to, but this party wasn’t any place to talk.

“let me walk you back to your dorm love,” he purred  you shook your head 

“Okay but we gotta tell Janey where we’re going She’ll freak otherwise,” you mumbled. Sirius couldn’t help but smirk 

“let's go talk to Janey then,”

“No way,” Jane snapped glaring at Sirius if looks could kill he’d be six foot under. “I don’t trust some fucking Gryfindor anywhere near you,” she hissed trying to keep Sirius from hearing

“I’ll take it from here!” she snapped trying to pull you from his arms, but Sirius was stubborn and he still hadn’t figured out what was up with you. the magic buzzed in his face

“Come one Sugar you can trust me,”  he purred, she flushed instantly as she fell for it. She caved. 

“If you hurt her you’re dead.” Jane threatened before turning her back. Sirius pulled you out of the common room and into the hallway, the only sound that could be heard was the soft snoring of the paintings. 

“you want to tell me what's, wrong with going to sleep Love?” he asked calmly, you grimaced.

“don’t laugh,”

“I won’t, I promise,” 

“I've been having nightmares,” you admitted shyly, it seemed like alcohol made you honest as well as giggly. 

“they are horrible Sirius, I can’t-” tears welled in your eyes, his body tensed, he was never the best with crying. 

“I can help if you want.” he blurted suddenly, at least it got you to stop tearing up. 

“what?”

“you really didn’t do any research about incubus before summing one huh?” he laughed and you scowled

“sorry right, but basically, If I can take away nightmares, if I was a full demon they would become pleasant dreams but, I can make it so you sleep peacefully if you want?” his voice tilted up turning it into a question. 

“you can do that?” you asked your eyes widening. 

“they don’t call us ‘dream demons’ for nothing Love,” he said. 

“do it,” you commanded. 

“you’ll have to let me into your thoughts it-”

“do it I don’t care,” he nodded and pulled you into an empty classroom, the halls were no place to do something like this. He cupped your cheeks and lowered his head until your foreheads were pressing together. 

“relax Love, let me into your mind,” he muttered, lacing his words with the subtle magic only he possessed. you went lax in his hands, and he suddenly, he was out of his own head and in yours,

he tried not to read your thoughts, he really didn’t want to know what you really thought about him. it was simple enough to put up a barrier to block out any dark dreams, he had enough practice from helping Remus and his younger brother. 

once he was sure it would stick he pulled back and you reanimated in his arms. 

“that's it?”

“that’s it, love,”   Sirius felt drained, all the energy from the earlier kiss gone, maybe he could persuade you into two kisses tomorrow, or at least a longer kiss. you walked back to the Slytherin entrance without speaking to each other, both of you lost in your own thoughts he was about to turn away and leave you at the door when you spoke 

“thank you,”

“ah it was no problem love, I have to take care of my best girl don’t I?” he said flirting on instinct. 

“no I mean it thank you, Sirius,”

“you’re welcome (y/n),”

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Let Your Hair Down

Authors Note: I wrote another Jily Fanfic based on the song “Let Your Hair Down” by MAGIC! This fic is dedicated to the Toronto Maple Leafs (who are, to my utter devastation, officially out after tonight’s game, but I just might survive), and to @blitheringmcgonagall for being so amazingly supportive lately <3

Summary: James and Lily are in their seventh year at Hogwarts, and the stress about being the perfect muggleborn Head Girl has been getting to Lily lately.

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“I’ll see you later. I have a meeting with McGonagall,” murmured Lily as she got up from the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall leaving a half-eaten plate of her lunch. Just as she was about to walk away from the table, James grabbed her hand and looked at her with furrowed brows and a concerned look in his eyes.

Lily paused and looked back at him with a small smile as she gave his hand a squeeze with hers, making James’ expression soften in response, and she used her free hand to gently run her fingers through his hair unruly messy black hair as she walked past him to exit the Hall.

James watched her long red ponytail swing back and forth as she walked away from him with a dumb look on his face. All he could think was “there she goes, there she goes”. To him, there’s nothing better than her.

However, James’ train of thought about his beautiful woman was quickly interrupted when Sirius, who was sitting across from him, smacked him over the head. “OI!” yelled James to Sirius, “what the bloody Hell was that for!?”

“You looked like a fool just staring after her Prongs,” lectured Sirius as he continued to shovel food into his mouth.

“Whatever mate,” muttered James with a scowl as he too proceeded to finish his meal.

“What’s going on with her anyway?” asked Sirius before gulping down the rest of his pumpkin juice and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “She seems more stressed out than usual. Remus agrees.”

James sighed and pushed his plate of unfinished food away from him, “Yeah, apparently Mulciber’s dad, who’s on the Board, asked Dumbledore to remove her as Head Girl all because of some dumb ass uniform infraction he noticed when he came to the school last week. Dumbledore refused, obviously, but still…”

“The fuck!? That’s Bullshit. Every sodding student wears their uniform wrong. It’s a rite of passage for any poor bloke or bird who’s forced to wear this ridiculous monkey suit,” he hollered. “They can’t honestly expect us to have our top buttons done up all the time!? It’s a fucking death trap. I feel like I am going to choke whenever it’s done up,” ranted Sirius. “But Lily’s uniform is always near perfect though!? I don’t think I’ve ever seen her with her top button undone…fuck, how on earth does she manage that,” he paused. “Small neck must be. Do you know what he said was wrong?”

“Fucking prick said her shirt was wrinkly, and that her kilt was an inch above the approved kilt length,” fumed James as he turned around with clenched fists to look at Mulciber chortling with his friends at the Slytherin table.

“WHAT!?” bellowed Sirius causing many heads to look in their direction and for Professor Flitwick to throw them a warning look. “Kilt length. That cunt is attacking Kilt length!? They’ll have to kill me before I let the misogynist villains on the board try to actually regulate Kilt length! If a bird wants to show off her arse, who the fuck are they to stop her?”

“I know, mate, but now Lily’s not only all worried about being the perfect Head Girl, but also making sure she looks perfect too.”

“Well shit, they actually got to her?”

“I mean, she says she doesn’t care what Mulciber’s dad thinks of her, but she loves being Head Girl, and she sees the difference she’s making with the other muggleborns in the school. So she’s refusing to let herself give Mulciber’s dad, or any of the Slytherins really, any excuse to call for her removal, and that has added a Hell of a lot of pressure on her,

‘Like, I’ve never seen her wear a ponytail as often as she does now. This morning she actually steamed her school shirt, and worst of all,” sighed James with hunched shoulders, “she almost didn’t want to risk sleeping in the same bed last night.”

“Well I’m sure you did a good job of convincing her not to do that, right Prongs?” asked Sirius with a smirk.

James smirked back, and his eyes started to glaze over as if reliving a memory, “maybe.”

“Good man,” congratulated Sirius while reaching over the table to give James two pats on the back, “and now, we leave to meet Moony at the greenhouses,” he declared as he grabbed James’ collar to drag him to the greenhouse with him.

A few hours later, James was strutting down an empty corridor with his broom hung over his shoulder sporting his red and gold practice quidditch robes. Just then, he saw Lily turn a corner at the opposite end of the corridor.

She stopped once she saw him, surprised. He, on the other hand, quickened his pace.

“All right, Evans?” asked James with his customary smirk that brought Lily back to the days of when he used to ask her out repeatedly.

Lily started to walk toward him as well returning his smirk with one of her own, “I’m good Potter. You off to quidditch practice?”

“Yep,” answered James once her finally reached her. He dipped his head so he could kiss her, but Lily swerved her head away.

“James, we can’t. I don’t want to get in trouble about kissing in public,” fretted Lily as she quickly turned her head to look behind her and see if anyone saw. “Other students can’t do it. So we can’t either.”

“Lils,” he implored as he cupped her cheek softly with his broom-free hand, “there’s no one around right now though.”

“I know love, but I can’t risk it right now,” she warned with pleading eyes. She then carefully took his hand from her cheek and lightly kissed it before putting back beside him. “McGonagall warned me that the pureblood fanatics on the Board and the Slytherins are desperate to see me out because I’ve given a lot of the muggleborns here enough hope to stick around.”

That’s when James took a good look at her. His eyes moved over her from behind his spectacles, and he saw her polished black flats, her uniform approved grey socks ending just before her knees, he kilt exactly 5 inches above her knees, her crisp white shirt perfectly pressed with the top button done up, her red and gold tie tightly knotted against her collar, her black wrinkle-free robes, her perfectly groomed eyebrows, and her red hair slicked back into a perfect high ponytail hiding the waves he loves to run his fingers through.

He sighed. “You’re right. I’m sorry. You know I didn’t mean to risk that for you. I just love you.”

“I know you do,” she said with an appreciative smile.

“Just, if you can, please tell me when I can steal that kiss from ya, okay?” he smirked.

Lily rolled her eyes, but her smile still remained. “Anyway, you should head to practice Captain. I’ll meet you after my rounds in our dorm.”  She then continued to head down the corridor.

After quidditch practice and his shower in the locker rooms, James went to his and Lily’s dorm to finish up his homework and get started on the Prefect’s schedule for next week.

When he heard the door opened he immediately looked up to see his beautiful girlfriend walk in with her red hair still done up in a tight ponytail.

“Hey,” he smiled as he got up to greet her properly. Her words about kissing echoed in his head, but he figured that they were alone in their private dorms, the water is warmer here; so he grabbed her around the waist and dived right in putting his lips on hers.

To James’ relief, he was met with no resistance. Lily’s hands went straight for his messy hair, and when he started sucking on her bottom lip, she moaned in response. His lips then left hers to follow her jaw down to her neck and nip at the soft freckled skin there while his hands started travelling up from her waist.

However, he paused when his hands reached the back of her bare neck. James’ lips broke away from her skin to look at her with an expression Lily couldn’t quite place. So, Lily, the crazy girl she could sometimes be, stuck her tongue from out between her lips and licked James’ face starting at his chin and reaching it as high as she could go.

“Ew Lils,” cried James as Lily burst out into a fit of giggles. James started laughing too while wiping his face with the back of his hand, “what was that for?”

“You stopped,” confessed Lily with the mischievous glint still in her green eyes. “I was just trying to get you out of your own fat head.”

James chuckled, “Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking about your hair.”

“My hair?” questioned Lily confusedly.

“Yeah, I mean, no one’s here right now, and it’s the end of the day, so we’re not on the clock now either. I just thought that you could let your hair down, and that this moment is nice because of that fact,” he said while his hands made their way back to her waist, and he started to dive once again.

He was met with resistance this time, however, as Lily turned her head and looked up at him confusedly. “Uhhhh…what? You don’t like my hair up?”

“What!? No! It’s not that at all. I love your hair all ways. I would love you even with no hair. I just meant it metaphorically,” he paused, “okay, well no, I meant it literally too, but that’s just because running my fingers through your hair is one of my favorite things to do. But like, in the metaphorical sense, you know, you’re just so stressed and worried about needing to be perfect all the time because of Mulciber, so I just wanted to, like, talk to you about how you don’t need to worry about being perfect with me. You can relax you know….let your hair down and stuff.”

Lily just giggled and responded with, “you’re such an idiot sometimes Potter.” She then reached up her hand to pull the elastic band holding her ponytail out of her hair letting it fall down in the waves that James loved.

James hands immediately started to comb the soft strands relishing in the softness between his fingers with a victorious gleam on his face, and just as he was about to dive right back into their snog session once again, he was, once again, met with resistance as Lily swerved her head. “Oi!” he whined.

“Sorry Potter, we’re gonna need to hold off on the snog session until later. We need to practice the Chicken Dance if you’re coming with me to Petunia’s wedding. I refuse to have a date who doesn’t have the perfect technique for the most important wedding dance of all time,” she declared as she grabbed her wand from her robes to move the furniture around and make room for their practice.

James just laughed but proceeded to indulge in her foolishness anyway. He knew that this dance wasn’t that important and that Lily just wanted to make him look like a fool, but this was the best part of spending time with Lily when it just the two of them and she didn’t have to worry about being the perfect Head Girl. They could be ridiculously in love as they were, and more importantly, they could be themselves.

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Things We Didn't Tell You...

Harry Potter- Set during the first war

Summary:  Hiding your relationship with Sirius from your brother Remus was a bad idea from day one. Now he's finding out that and other secrets that the two of you have kept.

Pairings: Sirius Black x Reader

Rating: M- for future chapters

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She’s off-limits! It's too dangerous.

Sirius’ eyes snapped open as Remus’ words echoed in his head. He knew that hiding his relationship with you from his friend was wrong. Remus would be furious when he found out. If he tried to kill him, Sirius wouldn’t be surprised! You were the younger sister that Remus swore to protect. Now here you were fooling around with one of his brother’s best friends.

It's because of your reputation.

Sirius thought calmly. He knew that fact perfectly well. Had it been James or Peter that wanted to be your lover, Remus may have been a bit more accepting. Sirius, no matter how much Remus cared for him, never would have gotten his friend’s approval. He was too wild, a womanizer, and too involved with the order. Sirius understood. Had the roles been reversed and he was in Remus’ shoes; Sirius would have said a big hell no but that thought alone didn’t stop him from falling in love with you.

All it took was one look from your beautiful green eyes and Sirius was hooked. He would have done anything that you asked. Roll around in a puddle of mud? Spoil you senseless? Whatever you asked was yours. That was what led to the current predicament. The two of you had been in a secret relationship for over 2 years. Both of you decided that it was best to just act as friends around the people that you cared about the most.

“Thinking about tomorrow?”

You asked, tiredly. You had woken up a few moments ago and noticed Sirius looking at the ceiling with that look. You had seen that dark expression on his face too many times in the past year.

“How could I not be? We are literally about to get our asses handed to us.”

You slowly sat up and laid your head on his shoulder. He wasn’t joking in the slightest and you knew it. You would have killed for one of his jokes at the moment.

“Maybe Remus will take it okay? He could have just been giving the ceremonial overprotective brother speech to scare any man from wanting me.”

Sirius chuckled.

“Didn’t work well, did it?”

You were relieved when Sirius smiled. He was right. It didn’t work in the slightest! Maybe, in ways, Remus’ actions drove you into Sirius’ waiting arms.

“Not really. There’s no way we can hide it anymore though. I am sick of hiding too.”

You said, sadly. 2 years of hiding had been exhausting! You hated having to “keep up appearances.” Sirius had to flirt with any woman he could find so Remus and the others wouldn’t grow suspicious. He couldn’t go from man whore to totally disinterested in the female race altogether.

Your eyes froze on the baby blanket at the foot of the bed. That was the other reason that Sirius and yourself couldn't hide any longer. Your 9-month-old daughter Demelza lay sleeping peacefully a few feet away.

None of your friends even knew of her existence. You had expertly hidden your pregnancy the whole time. No one seemed to have the foggiest idea of what was going on underneath your dresses.

Sirius had been in Ireland keeping an eye on some death eater activity when you found out about your condition. You had conned the others into thinking that you were going to France when in fact you were going to Ireland. Sure, it probably wouldn't have made more sense to come clean once you found out that you were pregnant but the two of you were so freaked out...telling didn’t happen.

When Sirius received the letter to come back to London the week before it was time to face the fact that it was time to face the music. There would be no way that you could show back up to London with a baby who looked extraordinarily like her father with little to no explanation. Remus was too smart for his own good and would put 2 and 2 together within seconds.

“I’ve been sick of hiding for a long time.”

Sirius replied. He was silent for a few moments before taking your hand in his.

“I’m not scared of facing your brother. What bothers me is the fact that I have essentially been lying to him for two years.”

You slowly looked up from your place on his shoulder.

“I have too. Look, we did what we did because we both know that Remus would have flipped.”

“It's not like he can stop us from being together now.”

Sirius whispered. Mentally, he thanked Demelza for showing up when she did. Never in a million years did he plan on having a child but when you told him that you were pregnant...nothing else mattered. All Sirius cared about at that point was keeping you healthy and safe.

Yes, it would have been nice to have the support of his friends (especially James) at that particular point in his life. There had been many nights that Sirius and yourself sat outside of Demelza’s nursery at 3 am waiting for the baby to scream herself to sleep. The two of you had done everything to make the baby sleepy and nothing worked.

“Is she ever going to stop crying?”

Sirius muttered peaking through the cracked door to see his very angry daughter, not the least bit interested in sleeping. Instead, she was sitting up, rearranging how everything was in her crib. She was being a bit more dramatic than necessary.

“I don’t know what else to do. We’ve fed her like every 30 minutes for the past two hours. We’ve changed her. Now she is in there throwing a hissy fit like her father.”

Sirius gave you a scowl.

“Now we know why we have had to change her so much. We are never going to sleep again, are we?”

You sighed and put your head against the door.

“I don’t think so. Too bad we can’t bribe her yet.”

Sirius chuckled, wishing that he could get Lily over. She was great with kids. Of all people, she could figure out what the problem was.

“Already tried.”

He confessed.

“She doesn't seem to be the least bit interested.”

Sirius smiled at the memory. Luckily, both of you had gotten a lot better with getting Demelza to sleep when she didn’t want to.

“We should try to get some sleep. 6 am comes early.”

The morning did in fact come earlier than expected. Sirius and yourself stood outside of James and Lily’s house looking at the door like two naughty children. Sirius motioned to the door while adjusting Demelza in his arms.

“Well...what are we waiting for?”

You blinked, giving him the sassiest expression ever. It didn’t matter that the situation was so grave; Sirius still thought that expression was the cutest thing ever. He had already seen Demelza give him that expression far too many times.

“So, that is where she gets that look.”

You smiled and finally knocked on the door.

“Out of the frying pan and into the fire.”

Sirius’ amused expression quickly vanished and the dark one returned.

The moment the door opened, James stood on the other side. His face went from joy to see his best friend to sheer confusion.

“Uh, have I missed something?”

Sirius nodded.

“It's what you are thinking.”

Sirius said, softly. James looked between the two of you a couple of times. He clearly had no idea what to say. James had been looking forward to Sirius coming back to London for some time. Now here he stood with Remus Lupin’s sister and a baby.

“Whoa. I was totally not expecting this. She looks just like you, mate.”

That was all that Sirius needed to hear to know that James wasn’t mad. In fact, he looked down right giddy. This was the last thing that James had expected! He had expected Sirius to just be the fun godfather that had no interest in children of his own. Now here he stood holding a baby.

“Harry will have a little friend. Think about a few years from now when school time comes…”

Sirius smiled.

“Poor Minnie is going to cry. There are two more of us.”

James turned his attention to you.

“Off to France, huh? That was clever and sneaky. I am impressed. I knew that you were more than just some bookworm.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that. Being more than a bookworm was always a joke that James lovingly made in your direction.

“I can be sneaky.”

You said with a smile.

“Is Remus here?”

You asked. James' amused expression vanished. He knew that the two of you would have to face Remus and it probably wasn’t going to be pretty. Remus was in a mood from the full moon anyway now he was about to find out that his best friend and sister ran off and had a baby.

James had a good idea about how nervous you had to be. From the time that James met you, you had always been your brother’s pet. If someone messed with you, they had to deal with Remus and of course the rest of his friends. You were the same way about your brother in turn. James and Sirius always accredited your overprotective mothering to Remus’ furry little problem.

“He is. I’ll play middle man.”

James said with a smile.

The walk into the dinning room seemed to take forever. James glanced at the two of you. It didn’t take him being Sirius’ best friend to know that he was nervous. The smooth cocky demeanor that Sirius normally possessed was nowhere to be found.

James stepped into the dining room first. Remus was busy reading a book. He didn’t even notice his friend's absence. It was Lily, who was holding Harry, that looked up.

“What took so long? Where is Sirius?”

James faked a smile as Remus looked up. His friend looked extremely tired but curious as to what was going on.

“So...I want you all to keep an open mind about what you are about to see.”

“I don’t like conversations that start this way.”

Remus said warily. James nodded as he reached behind him and opened the door.

The moment that Sirius and yourself stepped in, both Lily and Remus’ mouths dropped. Both looked between the two of you as they clearly put everything together.

“What’s going on here?”

Remus asked. His voice was already beginning to tremble. You stepped forward shutting Sirius off from being able to start talking.

“It's what it looks like, Remus.” Your brother ran a hand over his face. He was getting angrier by the second and you could see it. You could also see that he was ill.

It's too close to the moon.

You thought as he stood.

“How long has this been going on?”

Sirius wrapped his free arm around your waist to hold you against him.

“Two years.”

You said, calmly.

Remus meanwhile, was a stone short of going into a tizzy. He had specifically told Sirius that you were off limits. You were too young to be in a committed relationship and Sirius had no idea what a committed relationship was.

Now here the two of you stood saying that there had been some ultra secret two year relationship that resulted in a niece that Remus had no idea of.

“You’re telling me that the two of you have been in a relationship and have a baby? Was it too hard for the two of you to send a letter? Talk to me in person? Sirius, this is the most backhanded lowly thing that you could have…”

You quickly stepped in.

“Remus don’t say something that you will regret later.”

You tried to keep your voice calm and even. Yelling at Remus when he was in this state would get no one anywhere.

“I won’t regret this…”

Remus started. Sirius, meanwhile, noticed how shaky his friend was.

“Remus, you should sit…”

“Don’t tell me what to do!”

Remus yelled. Sirius raised an eyebrow. This was probably the angriest that he had ever seen Remus Lupin. The voice of reason was now the one that was ready to kick ass.

“Do you have to have every woman, Sirius? When are you going to start having an affair with someone else or have you already gotten bored with Y/n?”

“Stop it!”

Sirius snapped. Remus didn’t back down. Remus knew that he needed to calm down but he couldn't. His eyes went to his niece. The little girl had Sirius’ shirt clasped in one pudgy fist. Her grey eyes were watching her uncle’s every move.

“I’ve got to get out of here!”

Remus snapped as he turned and walked out of the opposite door with a huff. James took a deep breath.

“And there we have it.”

He turned his attention to Sirius who was looking gloomily at the place where Remus stood. James put a hand on Sirius’ shoulder.

“He’ll be alright. You know that he didn’t mean what he said.”

“Yeah, he did.”

Sirius replied. James absentmindedly scratched the back of his head.

“Just give him some time. Now let me hold the baby.”

Sirius gently put Demelza in James’ arms. James smiled looking down at her. He saw you and Remus in the little girl’s serious expression. She quickly looked back to her father as if keeping an eye on him.

“He isn’t going anywhere.”

James said, softly.

“What’s her name?”

“Demelza.”

You replied. Lily had stood up and joined her husband in admiring the little girl.

“That’s lovely. She is lovely.”

James let Lily have her turn with the little girl. He turned back to Sirius and yourself.

“Did you tell your parents?”

Sirius shook his head.

“They are the last people that I would tell anything.”

James nodded.

“Probably for the best. Come on, let's go get a drink.”

Sirius leaned down and kissed your cheek before following James out of the room.

Lily meanwhile, turned to you.

“Come sit down, love. You look exhausted.”

You sighed.

“I don’t sleep much. Sirius and I were both worried about how Remus was going to take it...I knew that it was going to be a disaster.”

Lily used her free hand to hold yours.

“Y/n, he was probably shocked. I was. Let him calm down. This is Remus that we are talking about. We all know how much he loves you.”

Lily was silent for a moment before looking back to you.

“Why didn’t you write James and I? We would have been there with you two the whole way.”

You looked down at your feet feeling suddenly depressed.

“We were afraid that you two would tell Remus. Sirius and I didn’t know who to tell him...it all kind of went out of control. We were going to tell him before I got pregnant. When I found out, we both panicked...to say the least.”

Lily understood. She wasn’t upset with either of you.

“I just hate the thought of you giving birth in a hospital without any support. How did Sirius handle it?”

Lily was relieved when you giggled.

“He panicked a few times. I almost had to tell him to sit down and shut up.”

Lily shook her head with a smile.

“I would have liked to have seen that. Should you two have any more children...I want to witness it.”

“You will be the first to know...should that happen. I think one is enough for now.”

Lily smiled down at the baby girl on her lap. Demelza was happily playing with the bracelet on Lily’s wrist.

“She has the Black family good looks but I see you in there. She has your dainty features. I can’t wait for Harry to wake up so he can meet her.”

The two of you immediately looked up at each other.

“So do we make bets on who will be the bigger trouble makers? James and Sirius or Demelza and Harry.”

You took a breath. James and Sirius’ wild behavior was no secret to Lily or yourself. You had witnessed a lot of their shenanigans while in school. Now you had to wonder if Demelza would be giving her father a run for his money?

“I guess time will tell on that one. Lily, I know that Sirius is going to talk to James about this so I’m going to talk to you about it. We want you two to be her godparents. If anything should happen…”

“WE WOULD LOVE TO!”

Lily squealed.

“I want Remus to be involved too but I don’t think he would be up to raising a baby...right now that is. I can only hope that he wants something to do with her.”

Demelza had snuggled herself against Lily’s chest and yawned. Lily stroked her finger down the baby’s cheek.

“How could he not want to? Look at this sweet little face. He’s going to love her. Don’t even worry about that.”

As Lily gently rocked Demelza to sleep, you sat pondering her words. You could only hope that your friend was right. Maybe you could talk to Remus once he returned from wherever he went. Hopefully this time he will listen….

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Muggle AU | Drabble

But is anything I write truly a drabble? I can never just stop at 200 words. So here's to a long(ish) drabble(ish) muggle au wolfstar! Cheers!

The pleasant laughter that filled the modest country home, in the small town they lived in, always put a smile on Remus Lupins face. His son was already 11 years old, but still found the most pleasure in little things like playing with their Huskey and watching ants carry crumbs ten times their size. Teddy Lupin was a wonderful child: smart, honest, kind. All the things Remus had raised him to be. He gave his boy everything he could. Teddy wanted for nothing. Except for his father to find love again. Of course, Remus knew this and always told him that he was very happy with his life as it was.

Dora Lupin had passed away when Teddy was but one year old. She had been in an unfortunate place at an unfortunate time and was caught in the middle of a thief and his escape route. It had been devastating losing her, and he had from then on dedicated his life to making a great life for Teddy, making sure he felt as loved as possible despite the loss of his mother. And loved he was. Teddy was surrounded by family; a cousin who doted on him, a grandmother who adored him, Remus’ closest friends who were family in every way that mattered, and a godfather who was at times the best help Remus could have asked for.

It was Friday, the regular night that Harry Potter arrived to care for Teddy while Remus went out with Peter and Marlene.

“Teddy! Your godfather is here! Come say hello!” Remus called up the stairs. It was seconds later the young boy was charging down the stairs screaming hello and throwing himself at Harry.

Harry’s mother Lily had been one of Remus’ closest friends growing up, his father James was another close friend. Time and life had taken its toll on the group. Though they were all still friends and considered one another family, it hadn’t been the same between James and Remus after highschool. He made other friends and Remus just didn’t fit in with them. Lily on the other hand, had coffee with Remus every Saturday afternoon when she came to pick up Harry.

“Hey there, pup! Missed you!” Harry said fondly and squished the boy in his arms. “What do you want to do tonight?”

“Dad said I can finally dye my hair blue! can we can we can we?” Teddy begged, his eyes light brightly with excitement.

Harry gave Remus an amused look, because yes Teddy has finally worn him down. Remus nodded sheepishly and grabbed his coat.

“There had better be no mess when I get home, if I find any blue anywhere young man, I’ll dye your hair back to brown myself.”

Teddy nodded frantically and pulled Harry towards the bathroom that he had set up perfectly for an evening of bleaching and dyeing his brown locks. Remus shook his head and smirked before heading out the door to meet his childhood friends.

~*~

“We are too old for this!” Peter complained as he usually did when Marlene ordered a third round of whiskey shots for the table.

It was the same every weekend. Marlene would have them drink too much, they’d all stumble back to Remus’ where the couple would crash into a guest room and in the morning they’d all have bacon sandwiches while watch morning cartoons with the minor. They may be too old for it, but Remus lived for Friday nights, adult conversation and letting loose a little after a week of suits, ties and keeping his kid alive.

“40 is not old, Peter. I resent the accusation that it is. You’ll pay for that tonight,” Marlene glared at her husband as she shot another drink down her throat.

“Yes, dear,” he smirked over his own drink before he too downed the amber liquid.

“No one is paying for anything in my guest bedroom,” Remus groaned.

“Prude,” Marlene coughed.

Remus glared at her but smiled happily anyways. He was happy. It had taken a long time, but here he was enjoying time with people he loved. Happy.

Loud, barking laughter broke the silence at their table and the three turned their heads towards the sound. Remus prickled in annoyance, eyes narrowing at the figure laughing happily in a group. Sirius Black, a coworker at his office, and a complete jerk. It probably didn’t help that the man was James best friend, and the reason he and James hadn’t spoken properly in 8 years.

He was also a slag. It was well known at the office that he had worked his way through the beds of half the female employees and he was constantly pulling idiotic pranks on some of the employees on the floor down from them. He was worse than Remus’ 12 year old child. He had the maturity level of a 6 year old and the attention span of a 3 year old.

“What a prat,” Remus muttered.

“You don’t even know him, anymore,” Peter said pointedly.

“Oh come on, that guy is a menace!” Remus insisted.

“Is that why you stare at his arse when he walks past your cubicle?” Marlene says in a (not so innocent) innocent manner.

“I’ll give you that he’s fit, but he’s still a prat!” Remus sighed and trailed his finger around the rim of his glass.

Marlene hummed quietly looking intently at Remus’ expression before turning and-

“Oi! Black! Did you know you got a fine arse but your annoying as all hell?” Marlene yelled across the room.

Remus froze and all the colour drained from his face. The liveliest group in the pub fell silent, Sirius turned with a bright smile lighting up his face and winked at her.

“Of course, McKinnon! Second finest ass in the company,” his brows waggled suggestively at her.

“That’s my wife, Black.” Peter called in a half hearted frustration but mostly amusement.

“Not who I was talking about,” Sirius yelled back with a suddenly soft smile and then turned back to his friends to continue his animated storytelling.

“Hmmm. I wonder who he could possibly have meant, love,” Marlene said to her husband but looking right at Remus.

“Yes. A complete mystery,” Peter grinned.

“I think it was Janice this week, or was it Linda? I can’t keep track.” Remus muttered under his breath. But not quietly enough it seemed.

“Oh but it seems you are,” Marlene smirked. “I want poutine! You boys done nursing your drinks, or can we get out of here?”

Remus nodded and downed the last of his whiskey and followed his friends out of the pub and into the night.

~*~

Remus was exhausted, the week had dragged and by Friday he wasn’t even sure he had the energy to go to the pub. He had worked on a merger for the first half of the week, pulling over time nightly. Thursday and Friday was full of lawyers meetings with clients and a whole lot of back and forth that made remus’ head spin.

When he finally got home on Friday afternoon, he had managed to settle the case and make his superiors happy, but he was just ready to curl up with Teddy and Harry to watch a film. Of course Marlene and Peter wouldn’t hear it, and soon his phone was ringing constantly till Remus had no choice but to meet with them.

“Go on, you deserve it! Have a nice night, I’ll see you later,” Harry smiled.

Remus nodded with an apologetic smile on his face as he left the house and made for the pub a few blocks away.

The room was oddly quiet when he arrived, and he quickly found Marlene and Peter sitting at their usual table. The usually rowdy group wasn’t in their regular booth it seemed and it dramatically changed the atmosphere.

“I say we have a couple drinks and head over the matinee in the park down the road! I even brought something along,” Marlene grinned cheekily and pointed to the two large thermos’ in her purse.

“The fresh air could do you good Remus, you look wiped,” Peter said after searching Remus’ face.

“The merger is over, that’s all that matters. I’ll catch up on sleep this weekend.” Remus sighed running his hand over the back of his neck.

They chatted about work a little more and then, their drinks finished, they headed towards the movie that was playing against a large building in the park. It wasn’t overly crowded with people, just a few sparse individuals and a couple large groups chatting with eachother while an image of David Bowie clad in tights and 80’s metal hair paced around a room filled with little goblins played on the wall.

“Damn you, Padfoot! My shirt is soaked now!” A familiar voice yelled to their right.

Marlene passed the thermos and they watched as Sirius fell over laughing and James Potter was covered in some kind of purple liquid and gel. Remus smirked, forgetting his annoyance with Sirius Black, and appreciated the amusing scene in front of him.

He found himself watching Sirius again. As if he could ever really get the infuriating man out of his head to begin with. This week alone Sirius had walked by his cublicle 8 times a day, that’s 40 times in a week. Way too many times for Remus’ sanity. Sure the work week had been hectic but forcing himself into a state of indifference and calm after each time Sirius walked by was what really exhausted him.

The long black hair that fell to just above his shoulders in a sexy shaggy way, the piercing grey eyes and the sultry smirks that were always decorating his aristocratic features. Remus was done for, and he knew it too. Of course, he’d never admit that to anyone. Least of all his so called best friends.

He chugged back the sweet drink, and turned back to the movie. Soon he’d be at home in his soft bed, no longer thinking about a certain man. No. Because he never thought about Sirius Black at home, alone. In his bed.

Fuck

~*~

TBC

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Heartsease: A Wolfstar Fanfiction

Part Eleven: “It’s Hard to Believe Sometimes.”

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A/N: After a year of planning, drafting, redrafting, and screaming, I am SO EXCITED to be publishing the last installment of Heartsease.  This fic has given me so much insight into how I want to approach writing in the future.  Thank you to everyone who has been reading since the beginning.  It means the world.

POV: James | Words: 4790 | Beta: @inflictionofopinions <3 | read on AO3

It wasn’t a position James was unused to being in: waiting in the corridor outside of McGonagall’s office, leaning leisurely yet uncomfortably against the stone walls, his Converse-clad feet jutting out further into the hall than the rest of his body.  He counted the beams on the small window staring him in the face; there were sixteen, just like the last time he was here a few days ago for some stupid prank he had set with Sirius, too minuscule to remember the specifics of in the long list of pranks they’ve played.  Usually, James would be here alongside Sirius, waiting in the corridor while Remus sat in McGonagall’s office, pleading their innocence far more eloquently and earnestly than either James or Sirius could manage. 

But he didn’t want to think about Sirius.  Sirius, his brother—regardless of the legality of it—and his only brother.  Sirius, who would sleep at the foot of his bed when he had nightmares, who trusted James enough to know he’d let him move into the Potter’s at eleven years old, who always let James feel badly about the most trivial of matters despite surviving the most excruciating circumstances, who would make James’ smile like no one else could.  Sirius, who, when it came down to it, didn’t tell James about being in love with Remus. 

All James could wonder was, “What did I do wrong?”  

Of course, Sirius didn’t owe James anything.  At first, James was so disgusted with feeling abandoned by Sirius’ secrecy that he tried to brush it off as Sirius thinking his and Remus’ relationship had been real.  Such would have explained why Sirius hadn’t come forward about his feelings for Remus.  James settled into the explanation easily.  However, the longer he let that excuse sit with him, the more time James was allowed to find the obvious loophole: to make such accusation accurate, Sirius wouldn’t have started liking Remus at the same time James had begun dating him.  While Sirius had a flair for the dramatic, it was far too Muggle reality television show catty for him to have done that.

So James was hurled back to square one: abandonment, guilt, unsureness.  Maybe most friendships didn’t rely on such mutual lack of secrecy, but James’ and Sirius’ were of a different breed.  Because James’ mind was still cluttered with memories of Sirius telling James every other secret he ever had; most notably, when Sirius came out for the first time ever, to James, on the train to Hogwarts. 

By some amount of chance, James found an arm slung around his shoulder casually.  It belonged to a boy that kept smiling and bouncing on his feet instead of walking.  “Sirius Black,” he had introduced himself as, giving James a much-too-official handshake considering they were both eleven.  Before James had even gotten all of his name out, Sirius was inviting him to sit in the train on the way to Hogwarts with him.  Once they were headed onto the train, Sirius was babbling to James as if he wasn’t just attempting to say goodbye to his parents.  It was about everything: the classes he was trying to take, the book he had just finished, the way he was considering styling his hair.  James guessed Sirius was just nervous; he was too, after all.  Yet for James, his nervousness resulted in stumbling over words and feet, while Sirius’ made him unable to stop talking.  Realizing the perfect balance of the scenario, James let himself stay quiet and Sirius talk. 

The only time he shut up was when a bloke with long, blonde hair—later identified as Lucius Malfoy—came stampeding through the train, near-shouting his conversation with his friends.  James’ attention was snapped to the boy.  James was certain everyone on the train couldn’t look away, no matter how much they wanted to. 

So he wasn’t quite sure what the context of the conversation was, but James very clearly heard Malfoy say, while passing the compartment he and Sirius sat in, “And when he fell from my push, he didn’t even try to get up!  He just stayed down there on his arse and cried, the fag.” 

James immediately stood up from his nearest-to-corridor-seat and into the hall.  “Hey!” he shouted, causing Malfoy and two other boys to turn around to face him.  “Don’t use that word like that.  It’s offensive and rude.” 

“What’s it to you?” Malfoy asked.  He was smiling smugly, as if he had proven someone wrong.  Or just proving someone.  “You queer, git?” 

“What’s it matter?  It’s still not right.”  

James was hyperventilating from his anger.  Malfoy just smiled more.  “You know, having a wand of righteousness up your ass won’t mean you’ll be put into Gryffindor, try-hard.  Just admit you’re disgusted.  And then find me.  Or come with me now.  I can help you sort out who is worth your time here.” 

“I think I can figure that out for myself.  Thank you for the concern.” 

Without a beat to pause, James slid back into the compartment from which he came.  Sitting in front of him was a wide-eyed, jaw-dropped Sirius.  

“What?” James smiled, proud that he found what could make Sirius stop talking. 

“Do you… do you even know what you just did?  Who you stood up to?” 

James shrugged.  “No.  Why?  Does it matter?” 

“To people who know him, yeah.”  Sirius was smiling.  “That was Lucius Malfoy, by the way.  He’s one of those famous pure-blood wizards.” 

James considered asking Sirius if he was one, too, but refrained from it.  He remembered his father mentioning something of a famous Black family, but never thought their descriptions of regality and poise would result in someone as rambunctious and welcoming as Sirius.  Lucius, on the other hand, fit the type perfectly.

“Ah,” James said, not really caring.  He let his gaze drift out of the window from fatigue.  Quickly, he realized Remus was still out there, so narrowed his eyes to try and find him through his limited vantage point. 

From an odd angle, James heard Sirius’ voice.  “Well, are you?” 

“Hm?” 

“Are you?” 

“What?”

“Gay.”

His gaze turned back to Sirius, who looked strangely strung-up for someone who was asking the surprising question, not receiving it.  James guessed it must have come as a surprise when he was quite relaxed after Sirius’ question.  

James pursed his lips before answering.  “I don’t think so.  I mean, I’ve never felt any special way towards blokes, but… I don’t know.  We’re just starting school.  Things might change.” 

Sirius nodded thoughtfully before staring out of the window.  The amount of disinterest he was portraying towards James’ answer, especially in comparison with the energy with which he had just asked the question, confused and unsettled James.  He sought further clarification for the shift, but some feeling he didn’t know the source of restricted pursuing it.  The very contrast he was confused by was the same one he knew he had to undertake.

The silence felt like forever; James knew it wasn’t, though.  To avert from awkwardness James had moved his shift from Sirius to the bustle of students in the corridor, all running to find friends or empty compartments to claim them with.  So, if it weren’t for the fact he was waiting for it, James doubted he would have heard Sirius’ voice.

“I am, you know.  Gay, I mean.”  James turned to face him; Sirius was drawing shapes on the window with his finger, watching the imaginary lines as if in a daze. 

James wasn’t quite sure how to respond.  He was used to yelling at people who used derogatory statements, for standing up in what he believed in.  But this didn’t feel like a moment for volume.  It didn’t seem like a moment for silence, either; silence that could be interpreted as similar to the one following receiving a blow, right before the pain sets in. 

He settled with, “Oh.  Okay.”  Even though he felt like it wasn’t enough, he had to assure to Sirius he was listening, and that he didn’t mind.  A casual response felt the closest to the normalcy James felt should be associated with being gay. 

Sirius looked up with wide eyes.  “Okay?”  

“Yeah.”  James chewed around the edges of the word as he said it, filling up the empty space he knew it left obvious.

He was also looking at Sirius’ every move, trying to see if what he said was right, praying to Merlin it was.  Regardless of not knowing Sirius for long, anyone coming out warranted the response they desired: love, acceptance, understanding.  The way James saw it, he was just trying to do what was right. 

Maybe Sirius could feel the desperation for righteousness pouring out of James’ very essence, as, right after James responded, Sirius’ body relaxed, tensed shoulders dropping, pursed lips unfurling.  Yet his expression remained complicated.  Thoughtful.

“No one straight has ever responded like that.” 

“I’m sorry,’ James automatically responded. 

“It’s… well, it’s not fine.  It’s not.”  Sirius closed his eyes, tilting his head back, laughing darkly at the ceiling.  “But I still suppose it was stupid of me to assume my very traditional parents would respond well.  That my little brother who follows their every order would stand up for me.  And considering you’re the only other straight person I’ve come out to, I assumed you’d do the same.”

“I’d never,” James breathed.  “I promise.”

His response felt extremely inadequate. Sirius had just come out to the first straight person not related to him after being tormented for it by those who were bonded by blood, yet all James had to offer was an oath spoken uncertainly due to the circumstances preceding it.  And not only did the response does not match the scale of Sirius’ admission; James’ feelings were equally as undermined.  He must have been doing something right to earn such trust from Sirius so quickly.  He felt honored to be such a quick confidant to something so personal: another factor James feared had slipped into his words.  For, this was about Sirius, not him.  No matter how special he felt, there should be no awards for being decent.

A booming, yet dark laugh from Sirius drew James out of his thoughts.  “Sorry if I overwhelmed you,” Sirius chuckled.

“There’s nothing you need to apologize for.”

So deep in thought, James didn’t even notice the door open.  If it weren’t for Lily softly clearing her throat, notifying him of her presence, James wouldn’t have noticed her, standing right across the corridor from him, either.

James looked up.  Her face was a smile that melted into a frown when seeing his expression.  “Are you that nervous about talking to McGonagall?” she asked. 

James’ voice came out quietly.  “No.  ‘More nervous to be talking to Sirius, to be honest.” 

“Did something happen between the two of you?”

“Nothing.  But that’s the problem.  He didn’t…” James figited, nervous the complaint would sound immature, “he never told me about Remus.”  

Lily’s brows furrowed.  “Are you mad?” 

“No!” he shouted.  “No, not at all.  I’m just, disappointed, that’s all.”

“In him?” 

“In me.”  

“Mr. Potter.” 

The voice was new to the conversation, but not new to James by any means.  When he snapped his head to where the door stood, it was cracked, revealing McGonagall just as James had expected.  Yet he was shaky in his Converse, as if he hadn’t been disciplined by McGonagall before.

He turned back to Lily in a rush.  Suddenly, there was so much to talk about: his self-deprivation, Sirius’ lack of trust, and his kiss with Lily that had been replaying a corner of his mind like background music in a movie ever since it happened three days earlier.  All he could get lit was a struggled, “Lily, I—”

Lily interrupted him by locking their hands together and giving his palm a gentle, reassuring squeeze.  It held everything it needed to at once: a reminder she’d be there if James needed to talk about Sirius with her, affirmation that he could get through McGonagall’s interrogation, proof that she still wanted the physical proximity the kiss had given them.

With easing nerves James made his way into McGonagall’s office.  Once inside, she closed the door firmly behind her.  She offered him tea, his usual—black tea with three sugars and a galleon-sized drop of milk—and quirked a brow when he refused, but said nothing of it.  James kept silent as she outlined his punishment: having all the responsibilities of Head Boy, but none of the perks.  McGonagall didn’t miss pointing out the fact that expulsion from Hogwarts was a very serious option she and Dumbledore discussed; one only bypassed due Trinity being expelled for her homophobia, making McGonagall and Dumbledore aware they couldn’t hold someone trying to curtail the effects of her homophobia to equal offense. 

Though James was grateful he got to finish school, he couldn’t even fully appreciate McGonagall and Dumbeldore’s decision.  He couldn’t relax his shoulders or release his teeth from where they dug down into his bottom lip.  On the other hand, McGonagall was smiling, probably expecting that James would follow suit from relief.  Her grin quickly faded when she noticed his worried expression remained stoic.

“You look quite distraught, Mr. Potter,” McGonagall pointed out.  Her features turned downcast, as if to match his, to act as a mirror in order to solidify her statement’s accuracy.  “Is something that I told you upsetting?” 

“Oh no, no,” James quickly responded.  “I’m truly grateful I get to stay here.”  He thought of Remus and Lily, of Marlene and Pandora.  His heart ached at a moment’s consideration of not being able to return to them next fall.  “It’s just, not to be rude… but this meeting really not my, uh, current priority.” 

James looked up, expecting McGonagall’s face to bear a widened jaw and set of eyes.  Instead, she nodded curtly.  “The last few days have been cruel.  I appreciate you taking the time for something so administrative when there are other, bigger issues going on behind the paperwork.  So, unless you have further questions, you are free to go.” 

They were the words James were waiting for.  Like he had been brought back to life he sprung out of his chair, finding himself at the door to the corridor incredibly fast.  But before he could twist the knob, open the door– 

“James.” 

James twisted his chin over to his shoulder.  McGonagall’s hand was out, as if ready to reach for him if he hadn’t stopped.  “Please,” she said, “please know if you need someone to talk to, I’m always here.” 

“Thank you,” he said, pouring as much earnestness he had into each letter.

With a small smile on her lips, she nodded curtly once more: James’ sign that he could leave.  A warm breeze blew through his hair upon entering the corridor.  Despite himself, he looked around, stomach dropping at the lack of bodies.  Some distant part of him wished that Lily had stayed; the better of him knew seeing her here would just have served as another distraction.  Though he wanted the warm words he knew she’d offer him in bulk, his sadness wasn’t a means to gain pity or prove he was righteous.  No: his sadness was proof he had a broken mend to fix with someone he loved, more than Lily, more than Remus, more than anyone. 

On the way over, James had internally come to terms with the fact he’d have to pry Sirius out of Remus’ grip.  They had been inseparable since the fight in the courtyard—understandably so—meaning James would have to trust Remus to understand the privacy wasn’t driven by jealousy.  He had spent the walk imagining all the different twists and turns the conversation could take, how to direct them the best.  So, when James pushed the door of his dorm room open, he almost fell over at the fact that Sirius was very much alone. 

“Hey.”  James did his best to muster up a smile, which was loftily returned.  “Are you, uh, doing anything right now?” 

Sirius lifted up a potions textbook, yet responded, “Nope.  What’s up?” 

James was rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, looking anywhere in the room that wasn’t Remus.  “I wanted to apologize.” 

“Apologize for what.” 

“Uh….” Merlin, James, he scolded himself, this is the wrong version of the conversation.  The one you ruled out.  He hadn’t found a way to end it; James didn’t know why Sirius’ faith was lost.  He could not name the action. 

But in a brilliant moment of self-savior, he realized he could name the effect.  “For making you not trust me anymore.  And for not even remembering why.” 

Sirius’ face twisted.  “Why do you think I don’t trust you?  I trust you with my life.”

“Because you didn’t tell me about Remus.”  When Sirius’ features straightened, his mouth opening in reply, James added hurriedly, “Not because you owe it to me.  You owe me nothing.  Ever.  It’s because you’ve told me every other secret, no matter how small or big, so I just… it must be me.”

“Prongs,” Sirius demanded softly, stopping James from whirlpooling into self-blame, as they both knew would happen.  “It was never you.  I promise.”

Finally, James felt the pressure between his shoulder blades ease as his arms fell lower down his sides.  His heartbeat slowed to match the feeling of the Sunday sunshine pouring through the windowsill.  Breath seemed easier, fresher, fuller.

James shook his head.  “I just thought, for so long…”

“James, even if you did hurt my feelings, I’d never not tell you, because I don’t want to fight with you, because I don’t want to lose you.”

“I don’t want to lose you, either.”

“Good, then,” Sirius smiled.  “We’ve agreed we’re still brothers ‘till the end.”

“Yup.”  James’ beamed and all of the light returned to his refreshed body.  With a rediscovered bounce in his step, he made his way to his wardrobe to change into a fresh set of clothes.  But before he could even get halfway from the door to his dresser, Sirius’ voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Is that all, then?” Sirius asked.

James turned towards him; the look James was met with was complicated.  “Yeah,” he replied, simply.

“You don’t want to know why I didn’t tell you?” 

James shrugged.  “Seems like none of my business.  Unless you want to talk about it.”

“It’s still kind of fresh, to be honest.”  A wincing of pain pressed into Sirius’ face.  “I’d rather not.”

“Let me know if you ever need me.  I’m always here.”

A safe sort of silence filled the gaps of the room as James got changed and Sirius continued reading the same page of his book over and over again.  It was as comfortable as their brotherhood, as needed as the pronouncements of love proceeding it.  Birds chirped, mattress springs croaked, wardrobe latches clicked.  Yet it ended with something more quiet: Remus gently closing the door behind him.

James subconsciously turned around himself in just the right way to see Sirius beam at Remus’ entrance.  “Rem,” he said tenderly, “You ready to go?”

Remus was wearing an equally bright grin.  “Just need to change shoes,” he joked.  “But actually, I ran into Lily in the common room looking for you, James, and it gave me an idea.  Did you know we were planning on going to Hogsmeade?”  James nodded—an understatement, considering that’s all Sirius and Remus had been talking about lately.  “Well, I thought maybe you could come along with Lily.  Sort of like a double date?”  The smirk on his face cut right through James.

“Uh, um… I don’t see why not, exactly, for me…”  James could feel his cheeks rising in temperature.  “But you two seemed so excited.  I don’t want to steal your space.  Make it about me.” 

Sirius piped in, “Well, I’m all for it.” 

“And I invited you,” Remus added.  “All you’d have to do is agree.  And ask Lily, of course.” 

James was too amused with the situation to be angry at Remus for setting it up; he still shook his head at Remus though, but with a smile tugging at his lips.  “You arse.” 

“I am a considerate friend and a creator of opportunities.” 

“You’re also a pretentious git,” Sirius responded, exceptionally casually.  James snorted laughter.  Remus feigned annoyance. 

A sudden surge of bravery surged through James, and he headed for the door.  “Well I’ll go ask her,” he said, “so I don’t have to witness the first fight as a couple.”  As James passed between where Remus’ body leaned outwards and the right side of the door frame, he felt Remus punch him slightly in the ribs.  James’ laughter followed him down to the common room. 

As Remus promised, Lily was there, sitting next to Marlene on a sofa and occasionally leaning back to not get whacked by Marlene’s gesturing.  From the looks of it, James wouldn’t be interrupting anything important, which he tried to let fuel his sudden confidence instead of scaring him due to the opportunity being so close, he could taste it. 

Somehow, it was Lily who started the conversation.  “James,” she smiled.  “Finally.  Remus told me he’d send you down.”

“He sent me tumbling,” James joked, hoping it would make her laugh.  It did.

Over the wonderful sound, Marlene spoke.  “You know, I think I’m late for something.”  

“Really?” Lily mused.  Accusation was heavy in her voice.

“Yes.  Something.”  Her smile reminded James of Remus’, and James realized he could do this, he could do this.  If Remus and Sirius had been brave enough to love one another, he could most definitely ask Lily Evans out.  Even if the uneasiness in his stomach disagreed. 

James lingered on Marlene’s exit, saying unsurely, “I guess I’ll just take her seat, then.”  He felt ungraceful when sitting down, like it was too loud of an action.  How could it be too loud? James thought to himself.  There was so much chatter around them, people coming and going, books hitting tables.

“I’m going to take a wild guess,” Lily began, “and guess you were just talking to Sirius.”  James nodded, not wanting to extrapolate, and Lily continued, as if knowing that without needing it verbalized.  “Did it go well?” 

“I’d say so.” 

“Good.”  Lily exhaled; one James didn’t realize she was holding.  His heart fluttered at the thought of her concern over him.  “You seemed so not yourself.  I’m glad it’s all worked out.” 

“Me too.  Mostly because I needed to talk to you, too.”  James let his focus dip to his hands, which were clasped together, but not tightly enough to restrict his fingers from fiddling.  “It was wrong to kiss you like that, in front of so many people, without even asking.  I’m really sorry.  I got carried away, but that’s no excuse.” 

Lily’s expression was darkened when James peered back up.  Then, a small smile twisted her lips.  “How did you know that’s what I wanted to talk about?” 

“Lucky guess?”  Lily chuckled.  James didn’t.  “But really, I’m sorry.  And I want you to know it won’t happen again.” 

“Not asking first?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Good,” Lily nodded.  There was no forgiveness in her tone of voice.  “But not the kissing, right?” 

James perked up.  “What?” 

“The kissing.  I rather liked it.  Didn’t you?” 

“Yeah,” James scoffed.  It was the understatement of the century, and they both knew it, if the laugh Lily gave meant anything.  

“Good,” she repeated, “Because I was kind of hoping, if you’re free, to go to Hogsmeade with you.” 

James’ jaw dropped: he couldn’t believe that Lily had cut him to the chase.  He felt anger rise up his throat, ready to yell at her for besting him.  But it died before it hit air.  James may have been a prideful Gryffindor, but he was willing for that pride to be destroyed if it meant letting Lily ask him out.  It was a small price to pay, yet a large reward.

So, he responded simply, “How would you feel if Remus and Sirius join us?  I hear they’re already going.” 

Lily agreed.  Leaving her—for hopefully the last time for a long time that day—James bolted to go fetch Sirius and Remus, who were sitting ready on their beds, as if they had known this would all work out all along.  James didn’t put it past Remus to have somehow manipulated the results, but was too elated with the premise of going out with Lily to pry.  

Minutes later, all four of them were bounding out of the Gryffindor common room, a ball of laughter, smiles, and witty jabs.  Through the staircases and pathways, Sirius and Remus weaved in front of James and Lily, allowing James to see their hands intertwined between their bodies.  He couldn’t help the smile that crept up on his face.  Somehow seeing it felt the same as the silence that he and Sirius had shared just hours before: comfortable, warm.  Right. 

Even after grabbing Butterbeer, Remus and Lily both decided they needed more sugar atop the nearly-stomach-ache-inducing goodness, so ran into Honeydukes while Sirius and James stood outside the window, each holding two drinks.  When Lily and Remus appeared from the window, James heard Sirius inhale sharply, as if a knife was just drawn between his ribcage.  James snapped his head towards Sirius. 

“Are you alright?” he asked, brow furrowed, eyes focused on Sirius and Sirius only.  The way Sirius’ fingers fumbled around the glasses didn’t help James’ pounding heartbeat steady.  

Sirius met James’ eyes, his expression wild, his voice breathless.  “It’s him,” Sirius said.  “The boy.  The boy I saw in Honeydukes when I was eleven and fell in love with.  It was Remus all along.” 

Flicking his head between where Remus stood, picking out taffies from large glass containers, and where Sirius shook, overtaken by his own affection, James could see it, too.  He could feel it.  And suddenly, James realized how damn foolish it had been for him to assume Sirius not telling him about his feelings for Remus could have been based on mistrust.  Because Sirius had trusted James everyday enough to love Remus in front of him, without watering down the certainty or strength of the adoration.  James had never known a version of Sirius that didn’t love Remus.  Sirius coming out to James was saying he loved Remus.  He just didn’t have all the pieces of the puzzle to be wise enough to not cast the blame upon himself.

James smiled warmly, knowingly.  Tears were threatening to spill from his eyes.  “He loves you so much,” he responded, not knowing how to respond directly, but feeling as if that was enough.

“I know,” Sirius breathed.  He turned back towards the window.  “It’s just hard to believe sometimes.” 

James knew exactly what he meant, for when he looked out at Honeydukes, there was Lily.  Lily, who somehow asked him here, who somehow could look past his foolish mistake, who wanted more kisses despite the first one being a catastrophe painted romantic.  Watching her smile, James wondered if the swelling he felt in his chest was how Sirius felt seeing Remus for the first time.  For a moment, he felt like asking.  But then he realized he didn’t need to.

Everything was background noises for a moment.  James and Sirius watched together as Lily left Remus; probably to pay, James assumed.  Remus continued to waddle between jars of candy and chocolates.  He grabbed one too many of a handful of chocolate frogs, leaving one purple case tumbling to the floor.  Somehow, after reaching down and grabbing it, Remus stood up in the exact right way to land his eyes directly on Sirius’.

James watched as Remus’ face take many shapes, contorting from the scrunch of shock to crunched-brow confusion to teeth digging into lips from deep thought, all of which melded into one another and finally into a small, warm, knowing smile.  Remus’ eyes beamed as if no glass stood between them.  It felt like the expression someone makes when they know they are home.  As if Remus had known, all this time, that Sirius had always been waiting for him to turn around from the other side of the glass, to look his way, to give him what Sirius had supplied so many years ago, so accidentally, so genuinely.  That maybe all this time they’d known one another was really the journey of finding one another, after all the separations and heartache, returning to this spot and knowing it was their eternal starting point.  This faded and dusty glass that was almost a mirror, that showed them everything in their world began and ended with one another.

“It’s hard to believe sometimes”

It wasn’t a position James was unused to being in: waiting in the corridor outside of McGonagall’s office, leaning leisurely yet uncomfortably against the stone walls, his Converse-clad feet jutting out further into the hall than the rest of his body.  He counted the beams on the small window staring him in the face; there were sixteen, just like the last time he was here a few days ago for some stupid prank he had set with Sirius, too miniscule to remember the specifics of in the long list of pranks they’ve played.  Usually, James would be here alongside Sirius, waiting in the corridor while Remus sat in McGonagall’s office, pleading their innocence far more eloquently and earnestly than either James or Sirius could manage. 

But he didn’t want to think about Sirius.  Sirius, his brother—regardless of the legality of it—and his only brother.  Sirius, who would sleep at the foot of his bed when he had nightmares, who trusted James enough to know he’d let him move into the Potter’s at eleven years old, who always let James feel badly about the most trivial of matters despite surviving the most excruciating circumstances, who would make James’ smile like no one else could.  Sirius, who, when it came down to it, didn’t tell James about being in love with Remus. 

All James could wonder was, “What did I do wrong?”  

Of course, Sirius didn’t owe James anything.  At first, James was so disgusted with feeling abandoned by Sirius’ secrecy that he tried to brush it off as Sirius thinking his and Remus’ relationship had been real.  Such would have explained why Sirius hadn’t come forward about his feelings for Remus.  James settled into the explanation easily.  However, the longer he let that excuse sit with him, the more time James was allowed to find the obvious loophole: to make such accusation accurate, Sirius wouldn’t have started liking Remus at the same time James had begun dating him.  While Sirius had a flair for the dramatic, it was far too Muggle reality television show catty for him to have done that.

So James was hurled back to square one: abandonment, guilt, unsureness.  Maybe most friendships didn’t rely on such mutual lack of secrecy, but James’ and Sirius’ were of a different breed.  Because James’ mind was still cluttered with memories of Sirius telling James every other secret he ever had; most notably, when Sirius came out for the first time ever, to James, on the train to Hogwarts. 

By some amount of chance, James found an arm slung around his shoulder casually.  It belonged to a boy that kept smiling and bouncing on his feet instead of walking.  “Sirius Black,” he had introduced himself as, giving James a much-too-official handshake considering they were both eleven.  Before James had even gotten all of his name out, Sirius was inviting him to sit in the train on the way to Hogwarts with him.  Once they were headed onto the train, Sirius was babbling to James as if he wasn’t just attempting to say goodbye to his parents.  It was about everything: the classes he was trying to take, the book he had just finished, the way he was considering styling his hair.  James guessed Sirius was just nervous; he was too, after all.  Yet for James, his nervousness resulted in stumbling over words and feet, while Sirius’ made him unable to stop talking.  Realizing the perfect balance of the scenario, James let himself stay quiet and Sirius talk. 

The only time he shut up was when a bloke with long, blonde hair—later identified as Lucius Malfoy—came stampeding through the train, near-shouting his conversation with his friends.  James’ attention was snapped to the boy.  James was certain everyone on the train couldn’t look away, no matter how much they wanted to. 

So he wasn’t quite sure what the context of the conversation was, but James very clearly heard Malfoy say, while passing the compartment he and Sirius sat in, “And when he fell from my push, he didn’t even try to get up!  He just stayed down there on his arse and cried, the fag.” 

James immediately stood up from his nearest-to-corridor-seat and into the hall.  “Hey!” he shouted, causing Malfoy and two other boys to turn around to face him.  “Don’t use that word like that.  It’s offensive and rude.” 

“What’s it to you?” Malfoy asked.  He was smiling smugly, as if he had proven someone wrong.  Or just proving someone.  “You queer, git?” 

“What’s it matter?  It’s still not right.”  

James was hyperventilating from his anger.  Malfoy just smiled more.  “You know, having a wand of righteousness up your ass won’t mean you’ll be put into Gryffindor, try-hard.  Just admit you’re disgusted.  And then find me.  Or come with me now.  I can help you sort out who is worth your time here.” 

“I think I can figure that out for myself.  Thank you for the concern.” 

Without a beat to pause, James slid back into the compartment from which he came.  Sitting in front of him was a wide-eyed, jaw-dropped Sirius.  

“What?” James smiled, proud that he found what could make Sirius stop talking. 

“Do you… do you even know what you just did?  Who you stood up to?” 

James shrugged.  “No.  Why?  Does it matter?” 

“To people who know him, yeah.”  Sirius was smiling.  “That was Lucius Malfoy, by the way.  He’s one of those famous pure-blood wizards.” 

James considered asking Sirius if he was one, too, but refrained from it.  He remembered his father mentioning something of a famous Black family, but never thought their descriptions of regality and poise would result in someone as rambunctious and welcoming as Sirius.  Lucius, on the other hand, fit the type perfectly.

“Ah,” James said, not really caring.  He let his gaze drift out of the window from fatigue.  Quickly, he realized Remus was still out there, so narrowed his eyes to try and find him through his limited vantage point. 

From an odd angle, James heard Sirius’ voice.  “Well, are you?” 

“Hm?” 

“Are you?” 

“What?”

“Gay.”

His gaze turned back to Sirius, who looked strangely strung-up for someone who was asking the surprising question, not receiving it.  James guessed it must have come as a surprise when he was quite relaxed after Sirius’ question.  

James pursed his lips before answering.  “I don’t think so.  I mean, I’ve never felt any special way towards blokes, but… I don’t know.  We’re just starting school.  Things might change.” 

Sirius nodded thoughtfully before staring out of the window.  The amount of disinterest he was portraying towards James’ answer, especially in comparison with the energy with which he had just asked the question, confused and unsettled James.  He sought further clarification for the shift, but some feeling he didn’t know the source of restricted pursuing it.  The very contrast he was confused by was the same one he knew he had to undertake.

The silence felt like forever; James knew it wasn’t, though.  To avert from awkwardness James had moved his shift from Sirius to the bustle of students in the corridor, all running to find friends or empty compartments to claim them with.  So, if it weren’t for the fact he was waiting for it, James doubted he would have heard Sirius’ voice.

“I am, you know.  Gay, I mean.”  James turned to face him; Sirius was drawing shapes on the window with his finger, watching the imaginary lines as if in a daze. 

James wasn’t quite sure how to respond.  He was used to yelling at people who used derogatory statements, for standing up in what he believed in.  But this didn’t feel like a moment for volume.  It didn’t seem like a moment for silence, either; silence that could be interpreted as similar to the one following receiving a blow, right before the pain sets in. 

He settled with, “Oh.  Okay.”  Even though he felt like it wasn’t enough, he had to assure to Sirius he was listening, and that he didn’t mind.  A casual response felt the closest to the normalcy James felt should be associated with being gay. 

Sirius looked up with wide eyes.  “Okay?”  

“Yeah.”  James chewed around the edges of the word as he said it, filling up the empty space he knew it left obvious.

He was also looking at Sirius’ every move, trying to see if what he said was right, praying to Merlin it was.  Regardless of not knowing Sirius for long, anyone coming out warranted the response they desired: love, acceptance, understanding.  The way James saw it, he was just trying to do what was right. 

Maybe Sirius could feel the desperation for righteousness pouring out of James’ very essence, as, right after James responded, Sirius’ body relaxed, tensed shoulders dropping, pursed lips unfurling.  Yet his expression remained complicated.  Thoughtful.

“No one straight has ever responded like that.” 

“I’m sorry,’ James automatically responded. 

“It’s… well, it’s not fine.  It’s not.”  Sirius closed his eyes, tilting his head back, laughing darkly at the ceiling.  “But I still suppose it was stupid of me to assume my very traditional parents would respond well.  That my little brother who follows their ever order would stand up for me.  And considering you’re the only other straight person I’ve come out to, I assumed you’d do the same.”

“I’d never,” James breathed.  “I promise.”

His response felt extremely inadequate. Sirius had just came out to the first straight person not related to him after being tormented for it by those who were bonded by blood, yet all James had to offer was an oath spoken uncertainly due to the circumstances preceding it.  And not only did the response not match the scale of Sirius’ admission; James’ feelings were equally as undermined.  He must have been doing something right to earn such trust from Sirius so quickly.  He felt honored to be such a quick confidant to something so personal: another factor James feared had slipped into his words.  For, this was about Sirius, not him.  No matter how special he felt, there should be no awards for being decent.

A booming, yet dark laugh from Sirius drew James out of his thoughts.  “Sorry if I overwhelmed you,” Sirius chuckled.

“There’s nothing you need to apologize for.”

So deep in thought, James didn’t even notice the door open.  If it weren’t for Lily softly clearing her throat, notifying him of her presence, James wouldn’t have noticed her, standing right across the corridor from him, either.

James looked up.  Her face was a smile that melted into a frown when seeing his expression.  “Are you that nervous about talking to McGonagall?” she asked. 

James’ voice came out quietly.  “No.  ‘More nervous to be talking to Sirius, to be honest.” 

“Did something happen between the two of you?”

“Nothing.  But that’s the problem.  He didn’t…” James figited, nervous the complaint would sound immature, “he never told me about Remus.”  

Lily’s brows furrowed.  “Are you mad?” 

“No!” he shouted.  “No, not at all.  I’m just, disappointed, that’s all.”

“In him?” 

“In me.”  

“Mr. Potter.” 

The voice was new to the conversation, but not new to James by any means.  When he snapped his head to where the door stood, it was cracked, revealing McGonagall just as James had expected.  Yet he was shaky in his Converse, as if he hadn’t been disciplined by McGonagall before.

He turned back to Lily in a rush.  Suddenly, there was so much to talk about: his self-deprivation, Sirius’ lack of trust, and his kiss with Lily that had been replaying a corner of his mind like background music in a movie ever since it happened three days earlier.  All he could get lit was a struggled, “Lily, I—”

Lily interrupted him by locking their hands together and giving his palm a gentle, reassuring squeeze.  It held everything it needed to at once: a reminder she’d be there if James needed to talk about Sirius with her, affirmation that he could get through McGonagall’s interrogation, proof that she still wanted the physical proximity the kiss had given them.

With easing nerves James made his way into McGonagall’s office.  Once inside, she closed the door firmly behind her.  She offered him tea, his usual—black tea with three sugars and a galleon-sized drop of milk—and quirked a brow when he refused, but said nothing of it.  James kept silent as she outlined his punishment: having all the responsibilities of Head Boy, but none of the perks.  McGonagall didn’t miss pointing out the fact that expulsion from Hogwarts was a very serious option she and Dumbledore discussed; one only bypassed due Trinity being expelled for her homophobia, making McGonagall and Dumbledore aware they couldn’t hold someone trying to curtail the effects of her homophobia to equal offense. 

Though James was grateful he got to finish school, he couldn’t even fully appreciate McGonagall and Dumbeldore’s decision.  He couldn’t relax his shoulders or release his teeth from where they dug down into his bottom lip.  On the other hand, McGonagall was smiling, probably expecting that James would follow suit from relief.  Her grin quickly faded when she noticed his worried expression remained stoic.

“You look quite distraught, Mr. Potter,” McGonagall pointed out.  Her features turned downcast, as if to match his, to act as a mirror in order to solidify her statement’s accuracy.  “Is something that I told you upsetting?” 

“Oh no, no,” James quickly responded.  “I’m truly grateful I get to stay here.”  He thought of Remus and Lily, of Marlene and Pandora.  His heart ached at a moment’s consideration of not being able to return to them next fall.  “It’s just, not to be rude… but this meeting really not my, uh, current priority.” 

James looked up, expecting McGonagall’s face to bear a widened jaw and set of eyes.  Instead, she nodded curtly.  “The last few days have been cruel.  I appreciate you taking the time for something so administrative when there are other, bigger issues going on behind the paperwork.  So, unless you have further questions, you are free to go.” 

They were the words James were waiting for.  Like he had been brought back to life he sprung out of his chair, finding himself at the door to the corridor incredibly fast.  But before he could twist the knob, open the door– 

“James.” 

James twisted his chin over to his shoulder.  McGonagall’s hand was out, as if ready to reach for him if he hadn’t stopped.  “Please,” she said, “please know if you need someone to talk to, I’m always here.” 

“Thank you,” he said, pouring as much earnestness he had into each letter.

With a small smile on her lips, she nodded curtly once more: James’ sign that he could leave.  A warm breeze blew through his hair upon entering the corridor.  Despite himself, he looked around, stomach dropping at the lack of bodies.  Some distant part of him wished that Lily had stayed; the better of him knew seeing her here would just have served as another distraction.  Though he wanted the warm words he knew she’d offer him in bulk, his sadness wasn’t a means to gain pity or prove he was righteous.  No: his sadness was proof he had a broken mend to fix with someone he loved, more than Lily, more than Remus, more than anyone. 

On the way over, James had internally come to terms with the fact he’d have to pry Sirius out of Remus’ grip.  They had been inseparable since the fight in the courtyard—understandably so—meaning James would have to trust Remus to understand the privacy wasn’t driven by jealousy.  He had spent the walk imagining all the different twists and turns the conversation could take, how to direct them the best.  So, when James pushed the door of his dorm room open, he almost fell over at the fact Sirius was very much alone. 

“Hey.”  James did his best to muster up a smile, which was loftily returned.  “Are you, uh, doing anything right now?” 

Sirius lifted up a potions textbook, yet responded, “Nope.  What’s up?” 

James was rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, looking anywhere in the room that wasn’t Remus.  “I wanted to apologize.” 

“Apologize for what.” 

“Uh….” Merlin, James, he scolded himself, this is the wrong version of the conversation.  The one you ruled out.  He hadn’t found a way to end it; James didn’t know why Sirius’ faith was lost.  He could not name the action. 

But in a brilliant moment of savior, he realized he could name the effect.  “For making you not trust me anymore.  And for not even remembering why.” 

Sirius’ face twisted.  “Why do you think I don’t trust you?  I trust you with my life.”

“Because you didn’t tell me about Remus.”  When Sirius’ features straightened, his mouth opening in reply, James added hurriedly, “Not because you owe it to me.  You owe me nothing.  Ever.  It’s because you’ve told me every other secret, no matter how small or big, so I just… it must be me.”

“Prongs,” Sirius demanded softly, stopping James from whirlpooling into self-blame, as they both knew would happen.  “It was never you.  I promise.”

Finally, James felt the pressure between his shoulder blades ease as his arms fell lower down his sides.  His heartbeat slowed to match the feeling of the Sunday sunshine pouring through the windowsill.  Breath seemed easier, fresher, fuller.

James shook his head.  “I just thought, for so long…”

“James, even if you did hurt my feelings, I’d never not tell you, because I don’t want to fight with you, because I don’t want to lose you.”

“I don’t want to lose you, either.”

“Good, then,” Sirius smiled.  “We’ve agreed we’re still brothers ‘till the end.”

“Yup.”  James’ beamed and all of the light returned to his refreshed body.  With a rediscovered bounce in his step, he made his way to his wardrobe to change into a fresh set of clothes.  But before he could even get halfway from the door to his dresser, Sirius’ voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Is that all, then?” Sirius asked.

James turned towards him; the look James was met with was complicated.  “Yeah,” he replied, simply.

“You don’t want to know why I didn’t tell you?” 

James shrugged.  “Seems like none of my business.  Unless you want to talk about it.”

“It’s still kind of fresh, to be honest.”  A wincing of pain pressed into Sirius’ face.  “I’d rather not.”

“Let me know if you ever need me.  I’m always here.”

A safe sort of silence filled the gaps of the room as James got changed and Sirius continued reading the same page of his book over and over again.  It was as comfortable as their brotherhood, as needed as the pronouncements of love proceeding it.  Birds chirped, mattress springs croaked, wardrobe latches clicked.  Yet it ended with something more quiet: Remus gently closing the door behind him.

James subconsciously turned around himself in just the right way to see Sirius beam at Remus’ entrance.  “Rem,” he said tenderly, “You ready to go?”

Remus was wearing an equally bright grin.  “Just need to change shoes,” he joked.  “But actually, I ran into Lily in the common room looking for you, James, and it gave me an idea.  Did you know we were planning on going to Hogsmeade?”  James nodded—an understatement, considering that’s all Sirius and Remus had been talking about lately.  “Well, I thought maybe you could come along with Lily.  Sort of like a double date?”  The smirk on his face cut right through James.

“Uh, um… I don’t see why not, exactly, for me…”  James could feel his cheeks rising in temperature.  “But you two seemed so excited.  I don’t want to steal your space.  Make it about me.” 

Sirius piped in, “Well, I’m all for it.” 

“And I invited you,” Remus added.  “All you’d have to do is agree.  And ask Lily, of course.” 

James was too amused with the situation to be angry at Remus for setting it up; he still shook his head at Remus though, but with a smile tugging at his lips.  “You arse.” 

“I am a considerate friend and a creator of opportunities.” 

“You’re also a pretentious git,” Sirius responded, exceptionally casually.  James snorted laughter.  Remus feigned annoyance. 

A sudden surge of bravery surged through James, and he headed for the door.  “Well I’ll go ask her,” he said, “so I don’t have to witness the first fight as a couple.”  As James passed between where Remus’ body leaned outwards and the right side of the doorframe, he felt Remus punch him slightly in the ribs.  James’ laughter followed him down to the common room. 

As Remus promised, Lily was there, sitting next to Marlene on a sofa and occasionally leaning back to not get whacked by Marlene’s gesturing.  From the looks of it, James wouldn’t be interrupting anything important, which he tried to let fuel his sudden confidence instead of scaring him due to the opportunity being so close, he could taste it. 

Somehow, it was Lily who started the conversation.  “James,” she smiled.  “Finally.  Remus told me he’d send you down.”

“He sent me tumbling,” James joked, hoping it would make her laugh.  It did.

Over the wonderful sound, Marlene spoke.  “You know, I think I’m late for something.”  

“Really?” Lily mused.  Accusation was heavy in her voice.

“Yes.  Something.”  Her smile reminded James of Remus’, and James realized he could do this, he could do this.  If Remus and Sirius had been brave enough to love one another, he could most definitely ask Lily Evans out.  Even if the uneasiness in his stomach disagreed. 

James lingered on Marlene’s exit, saying unsurely, “I guess I’ll just take her seat, then.”  He felt ungraceful when sitting down, like it was too loud of an action.  How could it be too loud? James thought to himself.  There was so much chatter around them, people coming and going, books hitting tables.

“I’m going to take a wild guess,” Lily began, “and guess you were just talking to Sirius.”  James nodded, not wanting to extrapolate, and Lily continued, as if knowing that without needing it verbalized.  “Did it go well?” 

“I’d say so.” 

“Good.”  Lily exhaled; one James didn’t realize she was holding.  His heart fluttered at the thought of her concern over him.  “You seemed so not yourself.  I’m glad it’s all worked out.” 

“Me too.  Mostly because I needed to talk to you, too.”  James let his focus dip to his hands, which were clasped together, but not tightly enough to restrict his fingers from fiddling.  “It was wrong to kiss you like that, in front of so many people, without even asking.  I’m really sorry.  I got carried away, but that’s no excuse.” 

Lily’s expression was darkened when James peered back up.  Then, a small smile twisted her lips.  “How did you know that’s what I wanted to talk about?” 

“Lucky guess?”  Lily chuckled.  James didn’t.  “But really, I’m sorry.  And I want you to know it won’t happen again.” 

“Not asking first?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Good,” Lily nodded.  There was no forgiveness in her tone of voice.  “But not the kissing, right?” 

James perked up.  “What?” 

“The kissing.  I rather liked it.  Didn’t you?” 

“Yeah,” James scoffed.  It was the understatement of the century, and they both knew it, if the laugh Lily gave meant anything.  

“Good,” she repeated, “Because I was kind of hoping, if you’re free, to go to Hogsmeade with you.” 

James’ jaw dropped: he couldn’t believe that Lily had cut him to the chase.  He felt anger rise up his throat, ready to yell at her for besting him.  But it died before it hit air.  James may have been a prideful Gryffindor, but he was willing for that pride to be destroyed if it meant letting Lily ask him out.  It was a small price to pay, yet a large reward.

So, he responded simply, “How would you feel if Remus and Sirius join us?  I hear they’re already going.” 

Lily agreed.  Leaving her—for hopefully the last time for a long time that day—James bolted to go fetch Sirius and Remus, who were sitting ready on their beds, as if they had known this would all work out all along.  James didn’t put it past Remus to have somehow manipulated the results, but was too elated with the premise of going out with Lily to pry.  

Minutes later, all four of them were bounding out of the Gryffindor common room, a ball of laughter, smiles, and witty jabs.  Through the staircases and pathways, Sirius and Remus weaved in front of James and Lily, allowing James to see their hands intertwined between their bodies.  He couldn’t help the smile that crept up on his face.  Somehow seeing it felt the same as the silence that he and Sirius had shared just hours before: comfortable, warm.  Right. 

Even after grabbing Butterbeer, Remus and Lily both decided they needed more sugar atop the nearly-stomach-ache-inducing goodness, so ran into Honeydukes while Sirius and James stood outside the window, each holding two drinks.  When Lily and Remus appeared from the window, James heard Sirius inhale sharply, as if a knife was just drawn between his ribcage.  James snapped his head towards Sirius. 

“Are you alright?” he asked, brow furrowed, eyes focused on Sirius and Sirius only.  The way Sirius’ fingers fumbled around the glasses didn’t help James’ pounding heartbeat steady.  

Sirius met James’ eyes, his expression wild, his voice breathless.  “It’s him,” Sirius said.  “The boy.  The boy I saw in Honeydukes when I was eleven and fell in love with.  It was Remus all along.” 

Flicking his head between where Remus stood, picking out taffies from large glass containers, and where Sirius shook, overtaken by his own affection, James could see it, too.  He could feel it.  And suddenly, James realized how damn foolish it had been for him to assume Sirius not telling him about his feelings for Remus could have been based on mistrust.  Because Sirius had trusted James everyday enough to love Remus in front of him, without watering down the certainty or strength of the adoration.  James had never known a version of Sirius that didn’t love Remus.  Sirius coming out to James was saying he loved Remus.  He just didn’t have all the pieces of the puzzle to be wise enough to not cast the blame upon himself.

James smiled warmly, knowingly.  Tears were threatening to spill from his eyes.  “He loves you so much,” he responded, not knowing how to respond directly, but feeling as if that was enough.

“I know,” Sirius breathed.  He turned back towards the window.  “It’s just hard to believe sometimes.” 

James knew exactly what he meant, for when he looked out at Honeydukes, there was Lily.  Lily, who somehow asked him here, who somehow could look past his foolish mistake, who wanted more kisses despite the first one being a catastrophe painted romantic.  Watching her smile, James wondered if the swelling he felt in his chest was how Sirius felt seeing Remus for the first time.  For a moment, he felt like asking.  But then he realized he didn’t need to.

Everything was background noises for a moment.  James and Sirius watched together as Lily left Remus; probably to pay, James assumed.  Remus continued to waddle between jars of candy and chocolates.  He grabbed one too many of a handful of chocolate frogs, leaving one purple case tumbling to the floor.  Somehow, after reaching down and grabbing it, Remus stood up in the exact right way to land his eyes directly on Sirius’.

James watched as Remus’ face take many shapes, contorting from the scrunch of shock to crunched-brow confusion to teeth digging into lips from deep thought, all of which melded into one another and finally into a small, warm, knowing smile.  Remus’ eyes beamed as if no glass stood between them.  It felt like the expression someone makes when they know they are home.  As if Remus had known, all this time, that Sirius had always been waiting for him to turn around from the other side of the glass, to look his way, to give him what Sirius had supplied so many years ago, so accidentally, so genuinely.  That maybe all this time they’d known one another was really the journey of finding one another, after all the separations and heartache, returning to this spot and knowing it was their eternal starting point.  This faded and dusty glass that was almost a mirror, that showed them everything in their world began and ended with one another.

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Nothing ~ Part 2

A/N: You wanted part two so I wrote it. I think it’s a pretty good imagine I did with James and I hope you guys like it. Requests will have to wait a bit because well…school but I’ll probably write them during school so yeah.

WARNING: jealousy and a bit fluff…i think.

Part 1

Xx

“No! I won’t do it!” you argued with your friend as she forced a letter in your hand.

“Come on! You are my best friend. I need you to do this.” she begged, fluttering her eyelashes and looking you with her puppy dog eyes.

“I don’t understand. Why don’t you just go over there and give it yourself.”

“Because we are not official and I need him to get this. Plus it was a month since you and James hooked up so-”

“Piss off. I slept with a guy for nothing but great sex.” you sighed and grabbed the letter out of her hand. “If I die, it’s totally your fault.”

You put the letter inside the book and walked towards the Gryffindor table. As you approached the four Marauders, you slowed down. You couldn’t. You just couldn’t do it. There he was, laughing with his friends in his Quidditch uniform and all you could see was his naked body in white and golden sheets. Those messy hair on soft white pillow and those back muscles.

Stop. He’s into Lily not you. It was a one night stand. It meant nothing.

But still you turned around to your friend but she just shooed you back. “Do it!” she mouthed to you and sent you a threatning glare.

Standing between the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor table you had no idea what to do. Finally after minutes of deciding what to do, you turned towards the Gryffindor table and lift your head proudly.

“Hey Remus.” you smiled and sat down to the empty seat next to him.

He quirked an eyebrow and glanced at the book in your hands. “(Y/n)?”

You were so busy trying to avoid looking at James you completly forgot what you wanted to say. Feeling his eyes watching you, you simply felt a bit embarassed.

Finally after realizing you’ve been quiet for too long you looked at Remus’ confused eyes and pushed the book towards him. “Thank you for borrowing me this book. I especially loved the scene on page 78.” you smiled and stood up.

Remus furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and turned the book around. ’What?’ he wondered, twisting the book around. The book wasn’t even his.

“Boys.” you smiled and gave them a military greet.

As soon as you left the boys turned their attention to Remus and stared at him. Remus, who was just as confused as the others, turned on the page 78 and saw a small letter stuck inside it with your friends initials written on it. He quickly closed the book and started to turn red.

“What?” asked James, staring at Remus, who was appereantly growing more red.

“Um..yeah..well..I’ll just..” he stuttered and stood up from the table. “I need to…you know…go now…” he stumbled through words and walked after you.

Sirius and James looked at eachother and than at Peter. “What just happened?”

“I think Moony stole your one night stand.” grinned Sirius and started laughing, later joined by Peter.

But it wasn’t funny to James. Not even a bit. Remus couldn’t do that to him, right? What does he even see in you? Besides that you are funny, smart and a bit awkward. Or the way that dress perfectly fits your body and show off your stunning curves. Or your giggling when he was explaining his adventures with Sirius during last summer. It was adorable. You were adorable.

“Prongs!” yelled Sirius, snapping his fingers in front of James. “Where did you go?”

‘Oh my god!’ He just caught himself thinking about you. “Uh…just a bit nervus for the Quidditch match.” he lied and looked at the Ravenclaw table. He can’t have feelings for you. He has feelings for Evans. It was meaningless sex. Great, but meaningless. It meant nothing.

—-

“I am not your owl, Remus!” you snapped as he forced another letter in your hand.

“Please (y/n). This is the last time, I swear.” he begged, waving a letter in his hand.

“I don’t understand why you two hide your relationship.” you huffed and grabbed the letter out of his hand.

Just when Remus was about to reply, James walked around the corner and as soon as he saw you he hid behind the knight statue. What were you doing with Remus? He wondered, lurking from the statue.

“It’s just for a short time and then I’ll swear as soon as its over no more letters.” he grinned, showing off his dimples.

“Don’t do that.” you glowered at him, pointing your index finger at him.

“Do what?” he grinned again.

“That stupid smile on your stupid smug face. I’m mad at you.” you tried to stay angry but couldn’t help yourself to smile.

He took your hands and smiled. “You’re not mad. You love me.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” you smiled and looked at his green eyes.

James felt furious. He has heard enough to storm over there and punch Remus in that flirty face of his. But he couldn’t. Not when you and him weren’t a thing and it would turn out like he was jealous. He was not jealous. He wasn’t. So if he wasn’t jealous why couldn’t he just leave? Why was he still lurking behind the knight? He needs to leave because he does not have feelings for you and he loves Lily. But as soon as he walked away he regreted it. What if the two of you kiss? Or worse..what if you two end up sleeping with eachother?

Stop. What is he doing? He’s panicking over nothing. Nothing. It’s nothing.

“Better not let her hear that or there will be some competition.” he smriked and stepped back.

“Better not break her heart or I’ll break your bones.” you joked and turned towards the Ravenclaw tower.

“Uuuu…you’re so scary.” he teased and walked back to the Gryffindor house.

—-

“This is such a weird book.” said Sirius, laying on the bed and holding up a book you gave to Remus. “Page 78 only talks about how green the grass is and about the butterflies flying in the light blue sky.”

“Well…some people like specifics.” said Remus and continued to write the essay on his desk.

“Some people like loyal friends.” James blurted out, making his quill break.

All three looked at James and quirked an eyebrow. “What?” asked Sirius.

James looked up from his essay and realized he said that outloud. “Wait you heard that?”

“Hearing you say some people like loyal friends. Yeah. Do you think we aren’t loyal?” said Peter and sat up from his bed.

“What? No!” he denied and glanced at Remus for a second.

'Shit shit shit shit shit. Get out of this James.’

“I just have a friend, from Hufflepuff, who I thought was a really close friend but now he’s secretly dating my ex.” he lied.

“But Hufflepuffs are known for loyalty.” frowned Peter.

“Which ex? Tina?” asked Sirius curiously.

“What? No.”

“Riley? Tasha? Katarina? ” he continued to ramble.

“No.” he didn’t even date that much girls.

“Sasha? Erica? Suzy? Poly? Josephine?” continued Sirius.

“What? Who even are those girls?”

“Oh wait. Nevermind. The last 5 are my exes.” chuckled Sirius and laid back on the bed.

“Just leave it. It’s not important. As long as Evans is single I don’t care.” added James before focusing back on the essay.

Sirius stared at him for while before he finally decided to speak. “So Prongs…does that mean I can ask out (y/n)?”

And there goes another quill.

“What?” he blurted out, his eyes almost as wide as the Great Hall itself.

“Well, I’ve been kind of having hots for her since that day she had her walk of shame. I mean if you don’t want to I’ll be cool.”

“Um…well..” he hesitated for a bit. I mean usually he would say yes, but this time was different. “Um..I guess..” he continued. I mean she’s nothing right? He likes Evans. Right? “Yes?”

“Are you sure?” said Sirius doubtfully.

“Yeah. I think so. I mean it was one time thing.” he mumbled and turned back to face his piece of parchement.

“Thanks mate.” smiled Sirius and tapped James on the shoulder.

“A one time thing.” he mummbled glumly so nobody could hear him.

—-

“Stupid letter and their secret dating. I can’t believe I am their fucking owl. No, not an owl. More like a slave.” you muttered to yourself angrly as you were walking down the corridor with another letter in your hand.

Turning around the corner you suddenly bumped into someone, causing you to fall on your ass.

“Watch where you’re going you fucking retard!” you growled angrly and looked at the person who you bumped into.

Shit.

It was the one. The only. James fucking Potter.

“Sorry James. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that. I’m just a feeling a bit under the weather today.” you appologised and stood up.

“It’s okay. We all have our bad days.” he smiled and picked up the letter. “This must be yours.”

“Oh yeah. I was meaning to give it to Remus.” you blurted out and quickly put your hand over your mouth.

“Don’t worry. I know about you and Remus.” he tried to force a smile.

“Me and Remus?” you quivered for a second. “Oooooooo…” you finally realized what he meant. “No, no. Remus and I aren’t a thing. Dear god no.” you chuckled.

“You’re not? Then why did I saw the two of you all flirty and giving eachother letters?” he asked and quirked an eyebrow.

“Can you keep a secret?” you grinned and leant closer.

“No but I’ll try my best.”

“Well your friend and my friend have a thing and they don’t want to make it official yet, so they hide and I am their daily owl.” you explained and leaned on the wall.

“Oh thank god.” he breathed out, feeling a big rock roll of his chest.

“Why are you thanking god excatly?” you felt intrigued and a bit confused by his reaction.

“I thought the two of you were a thing and it scared the shit out of me.” he spilled and suddenly realized what he had said. “Shit.” he mumbled quetly, looking at your confused (y/e/c).

“And why excatly would that scare you?”

“Well it’s been nice talking to you and now I’ll just go and take this to Remus.” he rambled, lifting the letter and trying to walk away from you.

You pulled him by his sleeve and turned him around. “No, no, no, no, no. No.” you objected and looked up at his eyes. Noticing his scared hazel eyes and his lip trembling a bit, you couldn’t help yourself but to smile. “Wait. Were you jealous?” you smiled and and took a step back.

“What? Me? Jealous? Pfff. No.” he denied and ran his hand through his hair.

“Yes you are. You’re jealous of me and Remus.” you chortled and couldn’t believe the nervous mess standing right in front of you.

“So what if I was? It’s not like we’re a thing. We only slept together once.”

“Yeah, but you like me.” you beamed and took a step closer.

“Why are you making such a big deal out of this?” he asked, repeatedly running his hand through his hair.

You grabbed his tie and pulled him closer. “Because you fool, I like you to.” you grinned and pressed your lips on his.

[helloprettybb]

hello, old friend

Woah! Two Remus imagines in a row. I’m sorry Spencer lovers, I’ll try to make one for him soon. But here is a Remus thing where the reader is from America and comes to Hogwarts. The ending is kind of cliffhanger, so there may or may not be another part. I also think I used this gif, but there aren’t enough Andrew Garfield gifs.

Word count- 1.1k

Warnings-descriptive kissing? I think that’s a warning

You walk around the crowded hallways until you find what you are looking for. You lock your eyes on your target and stride over to him. He is talking animatedly to a red-headed girl as you approach him. You poke him in the back.

“What do you want, James,“ an annoyed Remus groans.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know a James,” you say casually. Remus turns and sees you. His facial expression turns from dramatic irritation to unmeasurable joy.

“Y/n!” Remus exclaims as he picks you up into a hug, spinning you around. “I didn’t. What are you…how…this is….what?” he says, unable to finish one sentence without starting another.

“My dad got a job for the Ministry of Magic, so we moved. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I just thought it’d be better as a surprise,” you explain with a wide smile growing on your face.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but who are you?” the red-headed girl asks kindly. She is pretty with green eyes.

“Is this the girl? You’re prettier than he described. I didn’t know it would last this long.” you say jokingly.

“Oh, you thought. No um-” the girl starts flusteredly before Remus interferes.

“No, she’s not Agatha. We broke up a long time ago.“ Remus corrects.

“You could’ve told me,” you say teasingly, hitting Remus’ arm lightly,”The last time you wrote me, I was with Andrew.”

“That long ago?” Remus ponders out loud.

“I need to update you on a lot,” you state, pulling Remus by the arm and guiding him away.

“So the homework? Nevermind, I’ll get it from someone else.” The girl says out loud to no one.

After a tour of the castle, you find out that Remus and Agatha broke up a year and a half ago. He also told you about his friends, which surprised you, knowing Remus’ conservativeness. You update him on your relationship with Andrew, or lack thereof. You haven’t communicated in two years and spent the whole night, updating each other of the years past. Remus and you walk to the Great Hall for dinner. You sat down at the Gryffindor table beside Remus, when three rambunctious boys saunter up to you.

“Oy, Remus! Who’s this fit piece of ass?” a boy with long dark hair flirts.

“Sirius?” you look at Remus and he nods.

“How does she know my name? I’m sure I’d remember a beautiful minx like this.” Sirius continues to flirt.

“I already told her about all of you. Her name‘s Y/n.” Remus introduces.

“How do you know her?” a boy with messy, black hair and glasses asks.

“I was Remus’ neighbor until I was six. My dad relocated to America. I just moved back.” you explain.

“So you haven’t been here since you were six?” Sirius asks, causing you to nod in response.”And you don’t really remember the slang here?” Sirius asks a little too curious.

“No, not really,” you answer suspiciously.

“Oh, well, your baps look buff. Are you down to boff?” Sirius asks, his demeanor instantly becoming flirtatiously.

“Sirius!” Remus exclaims as you laugh. You get to know the other boys. You find out that the boy with glasses is James and the short one is Peter. James is funny and outgoing, causing you to laugh until your stomach hurt. Peter was a little quieter and tended to follow James. You weren’t the fondest of Peter, but assumed he would grow on you. The boys talked about their many adventures until the same red-headed girl walks up to the five of you.

“Remus do you have the homework?” the girl asks politely.

“Oh, yeah sorry Lily. Here.” Remus responds, pulling out his notes. Lily quickly writes down the homework and walks away. You turn to see James making googly-eyes at her.

“He’s fancied her since the second year,” Remus tells you.

“No, I haven’t. And I don’t fancy her. She’s just smart and pretty and her hair smells like-“ James starts as he looks up with admiration. You chuckle as he describes Lily laugh harder when he ends with,”I don’t fancy her!” You finish eating and walk to the common room with the boys. 

Sirius disappears into the dorm. He walks out with a bottle and exclaims,“I think we should celebrate the arrival of this fine piece of-”

“Sirius!” Remus shouts causing the other boys to fall into a fit of laughter. You watch as James and Sirius chug the alcohol. Peter, attempting to follow them, does the same. You and Remus just watch as the boys unravel into drunken messes.

“Okay. I’m going to say, boff McGonagall, marry Dumbledore, and kill Slughorn.”Sirius slurs drunkenly after James asked him boff, marry, kill. The three boys ramble drunkenly until they pass out. You and Remus leave them be and walk towards the dorms.

“Reeeemus.” you whine.

“What, dear?” he asks with a small smile.

“Can I cuddle with you?” cry childishly.

“Okay,” Remus says, giving into your childish pout. You walk to the boy’s dorm and lay in Remus’ bed. Becoming the big spoon, Remus wraps his arms around you.

“I missed you, Rem,” you whisper.

“I did too. The last time we saw each other in person, we were thirteen.” Remus rambles.

“Really? We were stupid thirteen-year-olds,” you respond sleepily. You and Remus mumble sleepily until you pass out in his arms.

“Remus, I missed you,” you exclaim as you run into his arms. You haven’t seen him in years. He looks different, taller, stronger, more handsome? You noticed his beautiful features as he pulls you into a hug.

“I missed you, too, Y/n,” Remus says with a bright smile.

“I love you.” you gush with a huge smile.

“I love you, too,” Remus responds with the same demeanor. After those words, he pulls you into a searing kiss. Your lips meld together perfectly. His soft lips press against ours as you let out a small moan. He lifts you up as you wrap your legs around his waist. He hugs you closer to him as you move your hands through his hair. Your kiss seems to last forever until-

You pop up out of bed. You see the other side of the bed is empty. You search for some sign that Remus was here and find a note:

Boys woke up and came up here. Gone to take care of them.

After you read the note, you think back to the dream you had. “What was that?” you think. Why did you think of Remus like that? You’re best friends. Just best friends. As you think about the dream, you thought you could feel Remus’ ghost lips.