#i love sirius i have so many scribbles of them

[litteredcorpses]

no context other than i do think an actual captain and dark encounter would be cool

[resident-gay-bitch]

Defiance & Desire

18+ wolfstar drabble

James and Sirius sit cross legged on the floor of their dormitory, quill and parchment between them, and lolly wrappers scattered around. 

Sirius taps his chin, listening as James reads out everything on the list so far; all things that would absolutely piss his mother off and have her rolling into an early grave if she ever found out about them. 

There are a lot of things on this list so far. 

“How about… mooning the crowd at the next quidditch match?” Sirius suggests. 

James bursts out laughing, “Merlin, Sirius. That will have Dumbledore rolling into an early grave.” 

“Good.” Sirius grinned. 

“What would Minnie say?” 

“Erm, probably… detention for the rest of my life.” He chuckled, “Oh, Minnie…. Love her.” 

James cracked a bright smile and wrote it down. 

“What else?” Sirius hummed, “I need as many as possible. It betters the chances of them getting back to her.”

“Erm…” James thought for a moment, fixing his glasses, “You could… oh, shag a muggle born… or like, a halfblood or something?” 

Sirius nodded, “Yeah, that’s good… I mean, I’ve done it, but I suppose I could do it a few more times.” 

“Oh, yeah…” James grumbled, forgetting about Sirius’ history with girls, “Ooh, you could shag a bloke. That would really send her.” 

Sirius’ eyes widened, “A bloke?” 

James nodded, “Yeah, like, ya know…” He shrugged, “I’d offer but I’m a happily committed man, Sirius.”

“Hmm.” Sirius bit his lip, thinking about it for a moment, “Add it to the list, I’ll consider it.”

James grinned and hurried to scribble it down, “Shagging… a criminal would work too… that also goes under the category of becoming a criminal. Because, you know, conspiring with them and all that.”

“Ooh, yeah, I’d shag a criminal.” 

“Or like… a creature or something.”

“I’m not shagging an animal, James.” 

James laughed, “No! Like… like a vampire or something, you know? Or a werewolf.” 

“Oh, yeah.” Sirius nodded, “That could be cool.”

“Yeah… hot, right?” 

Sirius shrugged, “Erm, I suppose. I like the muggle vampire romance books, so…”

James sighed and wrote it down, “Oh, look at that.” He hummed to himself, his tone a little playful, a little curious, “A halfblood, criminal… a creature, a bloke…” He chuckled, “You could just shag Moony.” 

“Moony?” Sirius asked, looking down at the parchment. 

James shrugged, “You’d be killing like, four birds with one stone. Your mother would be beside herself.” He laughed, “Ah, I’m just playing fun, Sirius. Obviously you’re not gonna go shag Moony. It’s not like you’re both gay or anything.” 

Sirius nodded his head, “Yeah, it would be funny though.” 

“Yeah.” James sighed, looking back at the parchment, “Ooh! Let the girls do your makeup and go have dinner in the Great Hall in a dress.” 

Sirius gasped, “Oh, James, you’re brilliant!” 

☆ ★ ☆

Sirius swings lazily on his chair, one leg propped up on his bedside table and the other just his toes touching the ground. His hair is tied back all messily, and he’s got his tie loose around his neck and a few buttons on his shirt undone. He’s humming to himself, watching the record spin and spin and spin on the table until it comes to a scratchy stop. 

With an effortless swish of his wand, the record lifts itself up and slots itself away into the Ziggy Stardust sleeve on the shelf. And then he groans, throwing his head back and exposing his long pale neck. 

Remus is going insane. 

“I’m so bored.” He whines, “Why’d she have to make my detention so late?”

“To further punish you, I suppose.” James shrugged. 

“You know, you should be thanking me. If I didn’t take the fall for you, Prongsie Boy, you’d be the bored one right now.” 

“And I’ll forever be greatful for it, shnookums.” James laughs, bouncing over to kiss Sirius sloppily on his forehead. 

Sirius yelps and nearly falls out of his chair, swatting James away, “You’re disgusting.”

“No, you are.” James says, tapping Sirius on the end of his nose like a sappy couple would, going back and forth about who’s cuter. 

Sirius rolls his eyes and smiles anyway. 

“I’ll see ya later.” James calls, “Gotta go do my rounds with Lily.” 

“Bye.” Sirius waves, and goes back to his chair swinging. 

Remus barely mutters his goodbye as he watches, and James laughs to himself as he leaves. 

It’s just them two now. Alone. In their dorm. James out for the next few hours, Peter no doubt distractedly talking with the girls for hours on end. Remus should go down and join them, he said he would, but… well, right now he’d rather watch Sirius swing on his chair. 

Besides, Sirius has to leave for his detention soon, so he can join them later. 

Sirius huffs and a shiny strand of hair flies up out of his face. It slowly settles back down, and then Sirius blows it back up into the air again. He does this a few more times, until it falls off the side of his face and out of reach, and Remus watches, entranced the whole time. 

“Moonshine?” Sirius asks, eyes squinting as he looks out the window. He’s tracking a bird as it loops around the sky. 

“Yes?” Remus squeaks out, then clears his throat and deepens his voice, “Uh, I mean, yes?” 

Sirius shrugs, “Would you ever be interested in shagging?” 

Remus feels his cheeks go red, “What?”

“Shagging?” Sirius asks, turning to look at Remus, and it’s mortifying, “Like, sex… fucking… you know?”

“Ah… yes?” Remus nods, “Yes, I’d be… I mean, who isn’t interested in sex?” He laughs nervously.

“Erm… me, I suppose.” Sirius sighs, looking back up at the roof, “I mean, I do it a lot I suppose- or, well, not that much. But, you know, more than you or Pete and the girls and stuff.”

“Right.” Remus nods.

“But I mean, it’s not that great. You know, if I never shagged again, I wouldn’t care.” 

“Really?” He asks, curious. 

“Yeah, I mean, sure, girls are gorgeous and all but… eh, you know?” 

Remus swallows, “Eh?”

“Yeah.” He shrugs, “It’s just… slimey down there. And like… I don’t understand the whole boob thing. I guess… I ‘spose it’s not really normal, so I just ignore it. But I don’t go out of my way to shag a girl unless she asks, you know?” 

“Sure…” Remus says, because he very much knows- or, well, not really. He knows he wouldn’t shag a girl no matter what, because he doesn’t like girls. So he gets that, but he doesn’t really understand if Sirius is implying the same circumstance or not. 

“Have you ever shagged anyone, Remus?” 

“No.” He swallows, “Never.”

“Oh…” Sirius nods, “But you want to?”

“Yes.” Remus nods back. 

Sirius seems to think about this for a moment, humming to himself in quiet contemplation, and Remus just watches. He has no idea what he’s feeling right now, other than downright confused and so fucking intrigued. 

“Would you ever shag me?” 

Remus chokes. He starts coughing and spluttering, cheeks red and eyes wide, “Sorry?” 

Sirius shrugs, “Sorry.” He laughs, “Didn’t mean to catch you off guard like that. But would you ever shag me?” 

“I… I mean…” Remus rubs his forehead, “I’m… I don’t…”

“Just, you know how James and I are finding things to piss my mother off?” 

“Yeah…?” 

“Well, we thought it would be good if I shagged a bloke, and a creature… a criminal, and like… a halfblood.” Sirius smiled, “You’re an unregistered half blood werewolf with a cock, so-“

“Bloody hell, Sirius.” Remus looks at him, absolutely gobsmacked. Lily will go crazy when he tells her about this conversation. “I mean… what?” 

Sirius shrugged, “I mean, it’s not like I’m gay or anything. I just know it would piss her off.”

Well, that’s disappointing. 

“So yeah, do you wanna shag?”

“Are you serious?” 

Sirius smirked. 

“I- no.” He scoffed, laughing into his hands as he hid behind them, “Are you genuinely asking me to fuck, right now, Sirius?”

“Yeah…” Sirius smiled, “Just a bit of fooling around. It doesn’t have to mean anything, and I know we’re both not gay so it’s cool. It doesn’t have to be weird.” 

“Right.” Remus nods, because he’s not gay, no, not at all. 

“Besides, imagine the bragging rights.” 

“Sorry?” Remus hummed. 

“Well, I can say I’ve fucked a werewolf, and a criminal, which is… pretty cool.” He grinned, “And you can say you’ve fucked Sirius Black.”

“Oh, you cocky bastard.” Remus groaned. 

Sirius laughed, “Imagine it, one of those girls in the halls bragging to their friends about how I’ve been inside them- and what, you’d just be able to say you’ve been inside me! Something they’d never be able to say.”

Remus’ eyebrows furrowed, “I’d be inside you?”

“Well, yeah.” Sirius shrugged, “Oh, unless you prefer it the other way around. I just think I’d prefer if you fucked me, is all.” 

Remus’ brain is short circuiting. He’s beginning to question whether or not Sirius is as straight as he claims. 

“When you said shag, I assumed you mean handjobs.” 

“Oh…” Sirius nodded, looking a little disappointed actually, “Oh, yeah, we can… we can just do handjobs if you want.” 

“Erm, no that’s okay.” Remus cleared his throat, “I can… I can, erm, do that, if you’d like.” 

“Oh, Moons, you don’t have to just do it if you don’t want. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” Sirius smiled, so, so prettily.

“No, it’s okay, yeah, I’d…” Remus looked away for a moment, unable to believe he was actually having this conversation, “I’ll fuck you.”

“Oh, brilliant.” Sirius grinned, “You’re really the best, Remus. Like, my favorite person in the world. Mother will be so pissed if she ever found out- and don’t worry, I’m not just gonna go tell her. It’s just the idea of it.” 

“Right.” Remus nods. 

“So, erm… I’ve got detention, so we can’t do it now… how about tonight?” 

“To-“ Remus stops himself mid sentence and looks at Sirius aghast, “You’re just… yeah, okay, yeah.” 

Sirius hummed, “James will have his date thing in the astronomy tower by the time I get back from detention so… we just have to get Peter out of the room somehow.”

“Leave it to me!” Remus says, “I’ve got… I’ll figure it out. I’m… yeah, we’re good mates so I’ll sort it.”

“Oh, Moonbeam, you really are the best.” Sirius smiles, hopping up out of his chair and bouncing over to pet Remus on the top of his head, “Really, I owe you big time.” 

“Yeah.” Remus blushed and ducked his head, watching Sirius waltz out of the room, humming a happy tune. 

☆ ★ ☆

“Holy shit guys, I just…” Remus plops himself down on the couch between Mary and Marlene. Lily is sitting on the floor against Mary’s legs and Pete’s sitting across from her, they’re playing snap. “I… I think I’m gonna have sex with Sirius.”

All four of them went dead silent, turning slowly to look at him. 

Remus swallows and looks up, “He wants to piss of his parents and… apparently secretly having sex with me is the perfect way to do that?”

“What?” Peter gasps. 

“Yeah, my thoughts exactly, Wormy.” Remus muttered, “Erm, we’re gonna shag tonight… he wants… he wants me to shag him, tonight.” 

“Merlin…” Lily grins looking up at him, “Oh, Remus!”

Remus bites his lip, blushing, “Pete… you reckon you can clear the room tonight?” 

“Trust me, I’m staying as far away as possible.” Peter laughed, “Bloody hell, I owe James ten galleons. I really didn’t think that would work.”

“You planned this?” Remus asked, “Wait, you bet on this?”

Peter looked at him deadpan, “I’ve already made fifty galleons from winning bets on Sirius, he’s so predictable. Obviously I bet on this.” 

Remus sighs and sinks down into the sofa, “I’m going to have sex with Sirius tonight…” He looks around at them all, “How do you have sex?”

“Oh, Remus.” Lily mused. 

☆ ★ ☆

It’s just them. Just Remus and Sirius. The moment he got back from detention James was waltzing out of the room with a cheerful grin, off to his date, and Pete was following right after in hopes of finding Marlene. 

So they’re alone already, which makes things so much easier for Sirius. 

“Thanks.” He smiles, “For sorting Pete out.” 

“No problem.” Remus nodded, “He was gonna hang out with Marlene anyway.” 

“Oh, cool.” Sirius said, starting to feel a little awkward, “Erm, so, I don’t really know how this works.”

“Me either, I suppose.” Remus swallowed, “I did some research, though. Figured out some stuff.”

“Oh, Moons…” Sirius smiled, he really is the most grateful for Remus. He really is the best. He just feels so much admiration for him all the time. “You’re such a good friend.” 

“Yep.” Remus nods, “Such a good friend.”

“So like… are we just doing the sex bit, or foreplay too?” Sirius asked, hoping Remus votes for foreplay. Sirius is good at foreplay, it’s his strong suit. It’s the part he likes the best of sex, so he doesn’t want to make it weird by not enjoying any of this. 

But foreplay is what people do when they like each other, most of the time. So Sirius would understand if Remus says no to it. Like, it would be extra disappointing, but he’d get it. 

“Forplay?” Remus’ eyes widen. 

“Yeah, like… kissing and all that.” He shrugs, “Undressing each other .”

Remus swallows, “Sure.” He says, and for some reason his voice just got higher. Sirius likes when Remus’ voice does that, it’s funny and it makes him feel kinda good, like, proud in a way, but he doesn’t know why. 

“Oh, cool.” Sirius nods, acting all nonchalant when really he’s feeling very happy inside. 

“Uhm… we have to use lube.” 

“Oh…” Sirius furrowed his brow. Girls don’t need lube. He really knows less about this sex stuff than he thought. “Right, well, I think we have some of that butter left from the prank-“

“Not butter.” Remus cuts in, laughing at him, “Definitely not butter, Sirius. It’s going inside you-“

“Oh, yuck. I don’t want butter in my arse.” He grimaced. 

“Yeah, I don’t really want it on me either.” Remus laughed, “Like, sex lube.” 

“Oh…” Sirius nodded, “What’s that? Can we make it?” 

“No.” Remus smiled, turning to his bedside draw, “It’s just gel stuff, I guess. Erm, here…” He tossed a little tube over to Sirius. 

It’s see through and has a transparent slime inside, “Oh, where'd you get this on such short notice? It’s half empty.” 

Remus went red again. Sirius likes when he makes Remus go red. “Erm… cause I use it.” 

“I thought you didn’t have sex?”

“I don’t.” Remus splutters, “It’s for… wanking”.

Sirius looked down at the tube, then over at Remus’ crotch, “Oh… really? I don’t need lube when I wank- I mean, not that I wank very often, but it’s always wet enough when I do.” 

Remus’ eyes widened and he just stared at Sirius for a moment, “Right…” 

Sirius shrugged, “This sex stuff is interesting.” 

“Erm, you’ll also have to be… fingered.” Remus gritted out. 

“Can you finger blokes?” He asks, genuinely baffled as he flips the bottle of lube around in his hand absentmindedly. 

Remus nods. 

“Oh, I didn’t know that… why?”

“To make it like… big enough.” Remus nods, “You know… for…” He waved his hands wearily around his crotch. 

“Oh, yeah, I suppose it’s kinda a small hole, hey?” Sirius hummed, the pieces slotting into place now, “Cool.” 

“Yeah, cool.” 

“So… like, I haven’t kissed a bloke before, but I’ve kissed girls.” Sirius smiled, “Have you kissed a bloke before? I know you’ve kissed a couple girls.” 

Remus nods, “I kissed Peter once.” 

Sirius immediately does not like that. He doesn’t know why, but that’s just weird. It’s just so, so weird. Peter? Remus has kissed Peter? What the fuck. 

“What?”

“Yeah, we made out once-“ Remus cuts himself off, giving Sirius an unsure look. 

Sirius knows it’s because he’s scowling. He’s not even ashamed of it. Remus and Peter made out, how fucking weird. That’s just fucking weird. That’s so gross, that so- oh, is Sirius homophobic? Oh, Sirius really doesn’t want to be homophobic. A lot of his friends are gay, that would be really bad if he was homophobic. 

He huffs and looks at the ground, “Did it mean anything-“

“No.” Remus says immediately, “The girls just dared us one day, since they’ve all kissed each other- it was just stupid. Didn’t mean anything. Never will. Never has.” 

“Oh, cool.” Sirius nods, some of the weight lifting off of his shoulders. The thought still makes him a little queasy, but less so now.

Perhaps shagging a bloke will make him less homophobic. He really hopes it will. He feels really terrible. His whole life he’s been running from the man his parents tried to shape him into, and yet, the shadow lingers. 

It’s terrifying. 

“Erm, so… do we just… kiss?” 

Remus is still for a moment, and he’s looking at Sirius kind of strangely. Sirius doesn’t know what to do with himself in all honesty, he never does under Remus’ gaze. It’s always so intense, it makes him nervous, fiddley… giggly. 

Oh yeah, Remus makes him so giggly. He’s fighting the urge to giggle like a child now. Remus is just… he’s looking at him, like really looking. Sirius feels so special when Remus looks at him, because he knows Remus doesn’t look at anyone else like this. No, this look is reserved especially for Sirius and that’s just… well, isn’t that just delightful? 

But he really doesn’t want to giggle right now. He’s trying so hard not too, because that would be embarrassing. He feels like a girl, which is so weird, and so dumb, because why would he ever feel like that? 

“Do you want to kiss?” Remus asked back eventually. 

“Yes.” Sirius says, without a thought, mouth on autopilot apparently. And that’s probably a good thing, because his brain is kind of a bit useless at the moment. So much is going on up there, yet there are no thoughts at all. He nods his head for assurance, “Yeah, that’d be good.”

“Okay.” Remus smiled and took a couple of steps closer. 

Sirius looked at the gap between them, there wasn’t much of one, but he certainly wasn’t close enough to comfortably kiss. So Sirius took the final step, the baggy wool of Remus’ sweater brushing up against the buttons of Sirius’ shirt. 

“Hi there.” Sirius murmured into the small space between them. If he leant forward, just a smidgen, their noses would bump together. 

“Hi.” Remus smiles, his cheeks flushing a really adorable pink colour, flushed under freckles and scars. 

Sirius really doesn’t know how Remus doesn’t get girls, because he thinks Remus is quite attractive. Well, sure, he’s not dashing in the way Sirius effortlessly is, and he’s not cute in the way Peter is, and he’s certainly not stoically handsome like James. But he’s attractive in his own little way, in the Remus way, the way that he’s just really handsome because he simply is and everyone should just agree because Sirius knows. 

Besides, he looks really cute when he’s about to get kissed. All up close and personal, honey-golden eyes barely visible behind the dilation in his pupils, flushed cheeks smattered under a galaxy of freckles, silver scars that are just so intrinsically Remus, pert lips that look so… so… uhm, Sirius can’t think. He’s too distracted to think. 

Point is, Remus is damned attractive and it’s appalling that not more people think so. 

Remus huffs and bites his lip, and Sirius can feel his eyes searching all over Sirius’ face. But he can’t help but stare at the place between Remus’ front teeth, the plush skin, it’s so pink and shiny. He’s just so… so cute. 

Sirius boops their noses together. 

Remus almost giggles. 

Sirius kisses him. 

It’s… well, it’s so much better than kissing girls. Honestly, Remus must have been practising because he’s just really good at this whole kissing thing. Maybe there’s a spell or something that makes you really good. 

Whatever it is, Remus is it. They’re not even making out and it’s just so much better than every girl he’s ever kissed, ever. 

Remus is really just such a good mate, isn’t he? Gosh, Sirius really thinks so. 

Remus shuffles a little closer and tips his head to the side slightly, opening his mouth and sliding his tongue along the seam of Sirius’ own lips. 

It’s so well done, his smoothness, that Sirius breaks out in goosebumps. Once this is all over, Sirius will have to tell Remus that he really is just so good at all this kissing stuff. 

He’s really that good that Sirius kinda just wants to keep him to himself. Like a little trophy that only he gets to have. No one else should be allowed to be graced with such good kissing skills because honestly, Sirius doesn’t think any girl out there would be able to properly appreciate it. 

It’s so good, when Remus slips some tongue into Sirius’ mouth and reaches up to tug Sirius in by the belt loops, that he moans. He actually moaned, and he’s not even embarrassed because Remus needs to know just how good at this he is. 

Remus tugs him closer and Sirius lifts his hands to grab at the back of Remus’ neck and tug at the jumper over his shoulder because something has just come over him. Something wild. Some primal need or something to just tear Remus’ clothes off and have him. He blames Padfoot. 

They shuffle back to Sirius’ bed until Remus’ knees buckle and he flops down onto it. Sirius shoves himself into Remus’ lap, straddling him and pressing close which just feels… so good. Like, Remus really doesn’t know how good he is. 

He must be some sex god or something. How Remus hasn’t had sex yet, Sirius doesn’t know. But what he does know, is that Remus is so fucking wonderful and Sirius doesn’t want to share. 

How strange is that? 

Remus’ bony fingers reach up to undo the buttons on Sirius’ shirt, but before he can even get halfway, Sirius is yanking Remus’ jumper up and off his body in a rush. 

“So good.” He mutters, leaning in to kiss Remus again. He starts shoving off his own shirt before Remus can do the last button. “Oh, you’re really good at this, Moony.” 

Remus moans against his mouth and wow, holy Godrick, that’s really a wonderful sound. How are his moans even that brilliant? This really isn’t fair. How is Sirius ever supposed to be so good in bed? He really hopes he doesn’t let Remus down. 

“Fuck.” Remus mumbles, latching his lip onto Sirius’ throat and groaning when Sirius digs his nails into Remus’ shoulders, “You- oh, you’re really- you’re so hot.”

Sirius flushes all over, and he dips back down to kiss Remus again. He can’t help but giggle. 

☆ ★ ☆

“Please, please, please, please.” Sirius is mumbling, actually completely naked underneath Remus which is just… it’s really a sight to behold. It’s an image which will be imprinted in Remus’ mind for the rest of eternity. 

Remus can’t help but duck down to kiss him, right on the lips, because Sirius seems to actually really love that. He actually seems to really love a lot of things involving Remus sexually. 

Remus moans, his hips pressing down against Sirius’. The friction from that alone is far better than anything he conjures up in his mind and creates with his own right hand at night. 

“Yeah.” He nods, “Yeah, erm… do… do you wanna do it yourself?”

“Do what?” Sirius gasps, bucking his hips up when Remus doesn’t grind down again. 

“Finger yourself.” Remus says bluntly, because there’s really no other way to say it. 

“Oh, uhm…” Sirius’ eyes fly open, and they flick around Remus’ face for a bit before he flushes more than he already has and smiles, “Can you do it? I don’t really know what I’m doing, and I’ll just probably like it more if you did… you’re like… really bloody good at this sex stuff.” 

Remus knows for a fact that he is not really bloody good at this sex stuff. He’s never even done it before, and he’s being really awkward as he always is. The first kiss they shared he was so stiff for, and he literally opened his mouth and shoved his tongue out really weirdly because he was just so shocked by Sirius actually doing this. He knows that was a terrible kiss, but Sirius just kept kissing him anyway. And then Sirius kinda took the lead there a little and gave Remus some time to figure it out, thankfully. 

So yeah, Remus knows he’s so fucking bad at this. He knows Sirius has been with a good handful of girls who are confident, and experienced, and way nicer to look at. And yet, Sirius won’t stop banging on about how fucking good Remus is at all of this, how his mouth is fucking magic, and how he’s making Sirius all tingly. 

It’s like a dream. A real dream brought to life or something. Remus really pinched himself at one moment to make sure he wasn’t actually dreaming it up. 

But no. It’s real. And Sirius’ is enjoying it. And Sirius wants Remus to finger him. And Sirius wants to have sex with Remus. 

Remus is almost certain that Sirius just… isn’t actually into girls at this point. Or at the very least, is into guys in one way or another. 

Remus grabs the lube from under Sirius’ back, where he’d landed on it a while ago when taking off his trousers. He pops the cap and squeezes a big glob of lube onto his fingers before spreading it around a little. 

Sirius gazes up at him, his legs are slightly open, spread around Remus’ own knees, all just… naked for him. His gaze is heavy lidded, and Remus fights the urge to look further downward. 

“Just be nice, yeah?” Sirius asks, a finger reaching out to draw over a scar on Remus’ middle. “I haven’t been fingered or anything before, so… do you think it will hurt?” 

Remus shakes his head, “Ah… I did it to myself once. If you go slow it doesn’t… I’ll go slow.” 

“Okay.” Sirius blushes again, “You really are the best, Moonshine.” 

Merlin, that name? Oh, Remus is starting to lose it. He’s actually going to lose his mind about it. It’s bad enough as is, when Sirius calls him that just out and about. It makes his heart race and his stomach fill with butterflies. 

But here? Now? Well, Remus is going to implode. He’s so, so fucking into Sirius it’s sickening. 

“Thanks.” Remus mutters, reaching a sticky finger down between Sirius’ legs, “Erm, is that… are you…. Can I?”

“Yeah.” Sirius breathes, his eyes falling shut, “O-oh, fuck, yeah. Oh, Moony, you’re so… mhm, you’re so good at this.” 

Remus’ brain melts a little more, because he hasn’t actually done anything. Really, his finger is just sitting there, only the very tip of it has pushed inside and Sirius is there acting like Remus is just about to make him cum. 

Sirius really can’t be straight. He’s either really good at faking it, or really, really gay. 

Remus hopes for the latter. 

“What about that? Hurt?”

“No.” Sirius hums, smiling to himself as he turns his head into the pillows, his hands gripping the sheets, “No, s’good. Oh, Moonbeam, you’re- oh, you’d never… never hurt me. Never hurt me, baby. S’good.”

Remus has suddenly lost all coherent thought. 

☆ ★ ☆

Sirius feels euphoric. 

Really, he wishes he had sex with Remus earlier because this is just fucking brilliant. Remus is really just so good. 

When Sirius has sex with girls, he feels kinda good physically a lot. Like, his cock likes it, he supposed. But it’s usually really boring. It’s just not all that great, he doesn’t get why James likes sex so much. 

But like, with Moony? Well, everything is great. He’s just really good at it, and he must know exactly what he’s doing because no matter what it just makes Sirius feel so amazing. 

Physically and emotionally. Like, everywhere. He feels like a live wire. 

“R-Remus.” He stutters out, because he’s not very good at talking anymore. He’s mostly just loudly moaning and stuff. Like, it’s so loud that Remus actually stopped midway through to cast a silencing charm so people outside the dorm wouldn’t hear. “Oh, fuck, Remus. Please, can you just fuck me?”

“Shit.” Remus moans, “F-fuck, yeah. You… you sure? You sure you want that?” 

Sirius nods, because if Remus fingering him is this good, then he really wants to find out about the rest of it. 

“Yeah, please.” Sirius said, “Really, really, please, Moonybaby. Oh, fuck- you’re so- you’re so good at- uh.” 

“Fucking- okay, yeah.” Remus chokes out, pulling his hand away from Sirius.  

He can’t help but whine about it, feeling so cold and empty. He reaches out to cling to Remus, but all he gets are glorious, sweaty, scarred thighs. 

He lifts his head when he hears a wet sound, and watches Remus smear some lube over himself, quite entranced by it. He watches the slick glide of Remus’ wonderful hands and wishes it was himself between those magical fingers. 

Remus comes closer, and Sirius immediately grabs for him. His arms sling around Remus’ neck, fingers sifting in through hair and clawing at his back. 

“Oh, Moony.” Sirius moans, kissing him as much as Remus will let him, “Please. Oh, you’re so… oh, R-Remus.”

“Bloody hell, Sirius.” Remus grunts, pressing in as close as he can. His whole body shivers as he slowly sinks down, Sirius whining helplessly in his ear. He can’t help it, it feels so fucking good, just like he thought. “Oh, fuck, you’re so- so hot. So fucking… oh, fuck.”

Sirius can’t stop kissing, everywhere. Anywhere his lips can reach he’s attaching himself to Remus. It really is quite delightful, getting fucked by his sex god best friend. 

He thinks about recommending it to James, but thankfully James is a committed man. Then perhaps Peter, but- no, they’ve already kissed, they’ve done enough. Besides, Sirius is apparently homophobic about that so he probably shouldn’t suggest it. 

Maybe he’ll just tell everyone Remus is really bad, so no one else goes and fucks him- yeah, that sounds good. No one else gets to have him, only Sirius. 

He’s probably a really bad friend for that, but, well, he doesn’t really care right now because Remus is just making him feel so, so good. Like, really lucky. 

☆ ★ ☆

Sirius is clinging to Remus like he’s his life line. It’s probably the best feeling in the world. And yes, that includes the feeling of been balls deep inside Sirius. 

Both are fucking amazing, but being clung too by Sirius beats it by just a smidgen. 

He’s shaking, actually, so much to the point that Remus had thought he’d done something wrong. But no, Sirius has assured him it’s purely because he just feels fucking amazing. That Remus is doing a bang on job. 

Really, Remus isn’t sure why Sirius keeps saying such things. Like, sure, now it’s fine because Remus has found a rhythm and gotten more comfortable doing this, but he was so awkward those first few thrusts. They were miscalculated, and kinda desperate, and just not very good, he could tell. But still, Sirius had said it’s the best feeling ever. 

Remus doesn’t know what to do with himself. So he just lets his body do whatever the hell it needs. And what it needs is to make Sirius finish, and apparently, to say dumb shit he’s going to regret later. 

“You’re so… so fucking pretty, baby.” He mutters, kissing Sirius between each few words, “So good, so gorgeous. Feels so good- so good. Oh you’re just so good, so-“

Remus reels back, because Sirius is thrashing almost violently, and is getting louder and- Remus looks down to find white smeared all over Sirius’ stomach. 

Sirius doesn’t give Remus time to process that before he’s pulling him down into a deep kiss and thrusting his own hips up to meet Remus’. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.” Sirius is muttering on repeat, smattering kisses everywhere on Remus’ face as he chases his own. “Oh, so- so good, Moonshine. You’re so good, too good to me.” 

Remus presses their foreheads together as he cums and kisses Sirius midway through. When he pulls away, Sirius is dazed. 

He has a faraway, dreamy look in his eyes and a relaxed smile on his lips. His cheeks are bright pink, a stark contrast to his pale complexion, and his skin shimmers with sweat. 

Oh, he really is just so fucking pretty. 

“Fuck.” Remus grunts, shifting until he’s laying down beside Sirius, both on their backs, shoulders overlapped. 

Sirius whines as Remus slips away, and shivers slightly. Remus grabs his jumper off the pillow and lays it over Sirius’ chest like a blanket. 

“Hmm.” He hums, and closes his eyes. 

Remus cleans them both up, reaching the end of the box of tissues on Sirius’ bedside. But they’re clean, so it’s fine. 

They lie there in silence for a while. Remus feels the moment Sirius comes too again, stiffening beside him. It’s awkward, tense. Slowly, Sirius shucks Remus’ jumper off his chest and they both lie there, completely naked, staring at the roof. 

They hear James and Peter come into the room, “Told you.” 

“Don’t believe you.” James muttered back, “Pads, mate, you in here?”

“James, they’re probably having a meaningful conversation.” Peter huffs, “Look at the curtains.” 

“Well, I want to see him.”

“You can later.” Peter offers, “Sirius, if you want James to come in, say something back.”

“Don’t come in!” Sirius shouts, and silence lingers outside. 

“See, he doesn’t want you too.” Peter says after a while, “Completely silent.” 

“The charm must still be on.” Remus muttered. 

“Oh.” Sirius nodded. 

“Fine.” James groaned, “Come to my bed later, Sirius. I’m going to sleep.”

Sirius and Remus lie there for a while, listening to James and Peter get ready for bed. Honestly, Remus is glad Peter didn’t say anything to James about them having sex. 

Or, well, he doesn’t think he said anything. 

Not that he’d be mad if James found out Remus is gay. He’s pretty sure James already knows. But, he’s sure Sirius would want to tell him about that. Sirius would probably have some strange things to say about it, so, it’s best if Sirius is the one to lay it all out there. 

Once the room goes silent again, and the lights are all turned out, they dare a glance over at each other. Just as quickly, they look away. 

Remus starts to feel a little guilty. He knows how he feels about Sirius, and Sirius clearly hadn’t felt the same way. At least not prior to now. So, he decides to bite the fucking bullet, despite his own judgments, and confessess. 

“I liked that.” 

“Yeah, me too.” Sirius nodded, eyes fixed on the roof, “Felt good. You made me cum really hard.”

Merlin, he really doesn’t make anything easy for Remus, does he? 

“Yeah.” Remus nods, “But like… I liked it in a gay way.”

Sirius tenses beside him again. 

“Erm, cause I’m gay.” Remus fills in, refusing to look anywhere but the stupid poster of a half naked motorbike girl on Sirius’ ceiling. “And I like you.”

“You… like me?” Sirius mumbles. 

“Yeah.” Remus breathes, “A lot… I think you’re… brilliant. You’re really, really, fucking brilliant. And also really good at sex.”

Sirius swallowed, “So, do you think I’m pretty?”

“Yeah.” Remus nodded, “I said it, before.” 

“I thought you might have just been doing sex talk.” 

“Oh…” Remus swallows, “Were you just doing sex talk?”

“No.” Sirius shakes his head, “I just… no, it was all honest. But, girls often make up sex talk, so-“

“I’m not a girl.” 

“Yeah, I know.” Sirius swallowed, “So you… you fancy me, for real?”

“Yeah.” Remus nods, “A lot.”

“Oh.” 

Remus chewed on his lip. 

“Excuse me.” Sirius muttered, and then climbed out of bed. 

He didn’t even stop to put trousers on or anything. Remus listened as he walked over and pulled back the curtains of James’ bed. 

“Oh, Sirius, hey, I- Merlin! Where are your clothes?”

“Over there. Remus and I had sex.” 

There was silence for a while before James said back, “What?”

“Remus and I had sex.” 

“When?” James asked, fucking gobsmacked. 

“Just then.” Sirius said, “Before you came into the room.” 

“Wh- why?”

“It was your idea!” He said defensively, “You said I should just fuck Remus, so I did. I fucked Remus- or, rather, he fucked me.” 

“And you just decided to come tell me this, still very naked?”

“Yeah.” Sirius said, “I think I can still feel his cum inside-“

“Bloody hell, Sirius. You know he can- just, get in.”

“Do you want me to put clothes on?” 

“Merlin, I don’t care, just…”

“He’s gay, you know?” Remus heard Sirius shuffle into the bed, “Said he likes me.” 

“Wow, really?” James gasped, “I had no fucking idea. It’s not like he stares at you longingly or anything.” 

“Oh…” Sirius mumbled, “I think I’m homophobic, by the way.” 

“Sorry?”

“Yeah, he said he kissed Pete and that made me feel kind of nauseous.” 

There was another long stretch of silence, and then from his own bed, Peter muttered, “You owe me twenty gallons, James.” 

“Fuck.” James muttered, drawing the curtains around them, “Look, Sirius, you’re not homophobic.”

“Erm, yes I am.” Sirius said in defence, “Why else would I get mad about Remus getting involved with other blokes?”

“Oh, Sirius.” James sighed, and cast a silencing charm around them. 

☆ ★ ☆

Remus is startled awake by the curtains swishing back. Not that he slept very deeply, just a little nap. He’s still in Sirius’ bed. He was too anxious to move. 

Now that he sees Sirius standing there, still very naked, he feels like he should have left. 

Sirius lifts up the corner of his blanket and slides under, closing the curtain around them before casting another silencing charm. 

He tugs at the sheet and gestures for Remus to get under. And then they both lie there again, shoulder to shoulder, staring at the roof. 

“You okay?” Remus asks after a long silence. He feels so awkward about it. 

“Yep.” Sirius nods, “Just… trying to figure out the least scary way to ask you to be my boyfriend.”

Remus’ heart falls out from under him, “What?”

“Oh.” Sirius mutters, “I guess I just did, didn’t I?”

“Are you serious?” Remus gasps, turning to look at him. 

Sirius smirks and turns his head slowly to look back at Remus. 

“Don’t answer that.” He mutters, “I’m…”

“Yeah.” Sirius nods, genuinity behind his pretty, pale eyes, “Erm, yeah, James told me I’m gay.”

“What?” Remus gaped, “What do you mean he told you you were gay?”

Sirius shrugged, “Like, I’ve been gay this whole time, and I really like you. I just didn’t know it, is all. I thought I was homophobic, can you believe that? James just made me realise I was jealous.”

“Jealous… of Peter?” 

“Yes. Never look at him again, please.” Sirius said sternly. 

Remus furrowed his brow, looking at Sirius in shock. 

Sirius broke into a grin, “I’m kidding. But really, I did get jealous. I’m jealous about you a lot. It’s why I get so angry at you sometimes.”

“Oh.” Remus swallowed, “That…”

“Yeah.” Sirius smiled, laughing at himself softly, “It’s stupid. I’m stupid.”

“You’re not.” Remus corrects, “You’re really smart. You’re the smartest person I know. Sometimes this stuff is just really hard, I get it. I know.” 

He blushes, and it’s fucking adorable. It’s always adorable. 

“You’re so sweet, Moony.” Sirius hums, kissing Remus’ shoulder, “So, will you?”

“Will I what?”

“Be mine?” He asks. 

“Oh…” Remus’ heart is racing. It’s going so fast, beating so hard he can feel it in his throat, “Yes. Fuck, yes please.” 

Sirius breaks out into the most brilliant smile before rolling over and wrapping himself around Remus, “Yay.” 

Remus hugs him back, entangling their legs together and hoping they never have to untangle, “You really mean it?”

“Yeah.” Sirius hums, pressing his lips to Remus’ skin a few times, “Oh, I was so crazy for not knowing it, Moonshine. I’m mental about you.” 

Remus feels extatic, “I’m mental about you too, sweetheart.” 

“Oh, I really like that.” Sirius mused, “I really like you.”

Remus chuckled, “Okay, sweetheart.” 

Sirius hums, content, snuggling closer into Remus’ side, “God, imagine my mother now. Not just shagging an unregistered werewolf bloke, but now he’s my boyfriend?”

“She’d have a heart attack.” 

“Good.” Sirius smiled, “Oh, I love when everything just comes together like this. James is so exited. He owes Pete a lot of money, they’ve been betting on us for ages.” 

Remus snorts, “I think Pete’s been cheating then. He’s known I’m into you for ages.”

Sirius snorts, “Of course he is.” He lifts his head to kiss Remus sweetly, “Let me take you out on a date, Moonybaby?”

Remus melted, sighing against Sirius’ lips, “Yeah, please.” 

“Oh, I’m gonna woo you so hard, you won’t even know what hit you.” Sirius smiled, “And then we’re gonna shag so much again, because I didn’t know shagging was actually fun.”

Remus snorts and kissed Sirius some more, “I did, I was just waiting for you to prove it.” 

The way that Sirius swooned made Remus feel like he was on top of the fucking world. 

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HAPPY HORNY SATURDAY! i hope you enjoyed this one, it was very fun to write. just a silly little bit of smut because why the hell not, i say?!

don't forget to reblog and commentary is ALWAYS welcome here. thankies!

Since you guys were interested I’m just tagging you here :)) hope you enjoyed!! <3 @stranger200-blog @addsalwayssick

[friendly-neighborhood-boricua]

Squint And You'll See It

Summary: Sirius and his potions partner are trying to brew Polyjuice Potion for class, and he can't seem to figure out why she won't wear her glasses.

Notes: Sirius Black x shy!reader. All fluff, really. This is the most self-indulgent thing I've ever written. I'm weirdly self-conscious about the sounds I make, how loud they are, if they could annoy/distract people, etc. so I wrote this just to comfort myself about it lol. I ended up using Y/N a bunch because using too many pronouns in a row makes my brain bristle so oh well. Still though, this is the sweetest thing I think I've ever written. Enjoy! <3

Y/N squinted up at the blackboard as Slughorn collected the class’s attention once again, and Sirius just about melted. The all-too-familiar scrunch in her nose and the crease between her brows gave him more comfort than he probably should have taken from her struggles to see the properties of Chinese Chomping Cabbage from so far back in the classroom. After an especially rapid flurry of blinking, she scribbled a couple notes on her parchment before fisting her knuckles in her eyes tiredly.

Sirius nudged her gently. As if it wasn’t already, the honey-doe eyes she gave him had his heart overflowing with a plush fondness. 

“Your glasses, love,” he whispered, nodding to her book bag, which hung off of the back of her chair. Y/N looked at it, then blinked twice. The glasses were a new and quite helpful development—one she hadn’t quite gotten into the habit of using yet. She eyed the bag again.

“I’m alright,” she whispered back and returned to her notes. 

Sirius frowned. “You sure?”

She nodded, giving him a light smile. 

Sirius frowned slightly but returned to his notes when Slughorn chided him for having his eyes elsewhere. But how could he be blamed? Only a madman would rather learn about ingredients than watch her. 

For a surprisingly long while, Sirius managed to stay focused on his notes, sometimes copying Remus’s, who sat on his right side, and only occasionally sneaking glances at Y/N, who sat on his left. After what felt like an eternity, Slughorn finally let the pair work on their Polyjuice Potion at a work table in the far back of the classroom. Sirius had come down with a nasty case of spattergroit several weeks previous and missed a week and a half of the brewing process. Unfortunately, Y/N had missed several days herself due to a family matter (now resolved with nothing to worry about, she had assured Sirius countless times), ending in the complete devastation of their original Polyjuice batch. And so, Y/N, unwilling to take a bad mark, and Sirius, ready to do just about anything to keep spending time with her, decided to make another batch. 

“Do you want to gather the ingredients or shall I?” she asked as Sirius scooted his stool closer to hers (to better reach the cauldron, of course).

“I can get the ingredients,” he said, flashing what he hoped was his most charming smile, and she blushed.

“Alright, I’ll, erm … I’ll work out our next instructions …” Sirius nodded as Y/N fell into her reading, smiling to himself as her brows furrowed once again to scan the page. 

Sirius skirted the classroom towards ingredient shelves, passing by James, Peter, and Remus, who all raised their brows at him with smirks. He simply rolled his eyes, rummaging through the shelves until he had gathered the correct ingredients. But when he turned around, ready to make his way back to Y/N and their Polyjuice Potion, he was met with a horrible sight: Remus, holding a tight-lipped frown in a near-futile attempt to ward off a smile, Peter, doubled over with laughing cramps, and James, turned around in his chair and arms wrapped around himself, raking them up and down his back in a sultry fashion as he pretended to make out with someone. 

With a peeved sigh, Sirius chucked a bundle of knotgrass at James, seed pods bursting and small nettle-like seeds clinging to James's hair. Of course, the three burst into peals of raucous laughter. Sirius groaned, and quickly made his way back to the back work table as Slughorn chastised the rest of them.

“Sirius, are you alright? You’re looking a bit … erm, warm.”

Sirius’s ears burned even hotter, and his eyes flew to examine the grout between the floor tiles.

“Yeah, yeah, ‘m perfect, lovie.” He set down his armful of glass jars and clay bowls, trying desperately to change the subject. “Found what we’ve got to do yet?”

“Mhm,” she hummed. “Just here, it says we must add three bits of boomslang skin—”

“Got that here.”

“—crush the bicorn horn and add that—”

“Got that as well.”

“—and then there are some cooking instructions, but we can cross that bridge when we come to it.”

“Sounds good to me, love.” Sirius smiled warmly. 

The two worked in harmony, Y/N checking and double-checking that she was measuring everything correctly and Sirius adding the ingredients once she had prepared them. The two worked in sweet, warm peace, managing only one easily-averted disaster, all while keeping quiet as Slughorn continued to teach the rest of the class. There was a strange sort of domesticity to it that made Sirius’s heart skip beats, and he imagined himself with Y/N in their future home, huddled around a cauldron and brewing something to keep them warm on a Siberian night—

“How long should it be at a high temperature again?” Sirius asked, forcing himself from his daydreaming and adding the crushed bicorn horn.

“Erm …” Y/N’s nose practically brushed the page with how closely she peered at the instructions. With the smallest sound of annoyance Sirius had ever heard, her head moved to allow her eyes to travel along the far wall, where a dozen or so posters displayed recipes for a variety of potions. She sighed lightly, squinting heard and pushing herself on tiptoe (as if it would help).

“Use your glasses, love,” Sirius suggested but was quickly brushed off.

“‘M fine, really,” Y/N murmured, eyes still squinting. 

“Sweetheart,” the word caught Y/N’s attention, and she fell back onto her heels, eyes barely meeting Sirius’s before drilling into the bubbling cauldron, “you’ll give yourself a migraine. Use your glasses.” Y/N glanced uneasily from Sirius to her bag on the back of her chair and back. Sirius’s brows furrowed. “What is it, love?”

Y/N shook her head. “Nothing, it’s nothing.”

“Then … wear your glasses,” Sirius reasoned, and she let out a little huff. “Why don’t you want to wear them, lovie?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to wear them, it’s just …” Sirius watched her with soft, almost concerned eyes.

Y/N sighed, pushing herself onto the stool with knees pressed together. The thought was silly, but she had known Sirius long enough to know he wasn’t going to let this go. 

“The buckle on the bag, it’s …” Sirius’s knee knocked gently against hers. “It’s loud—it clatters about when I open it. Catches people’s attention. And my glasses are in the bag, so if I open the bag, people will stare, and then people stare at me when I have my glasses on anyway—not that I’m not grateful for the glasses! They’re a great help for seeing the board during cl—”

Sirius couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, and he almost felt bad at the pout Y/N dealt in return. “First of all, love, people stare at you and your glasses because you look fucking divine when you wear them. I should know.” He brushed her arm playfully with his, and she flushed a brilliant shade of red-pink. “And second, no one thinks anything about your loud bag buckles, I promise.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I just—I don't want to disrupt them is all …” 

Sirius chuckled again, but still, Y/N didn't make a move for her bag. It took only a moment and a half of contemplation before Sirius burst into the most fake-sounding fit of coughs ever created in the history of this Earth. Nearly the entire class turned to stare at him as he seemingly hacked up a lung, and he hung himself dramatically off of the table’s edge to play it up just that little bit more. 

“Mr. Black, are you quite alright?” Professor Slughorn asked, eyes slightly wide with concern.

“Y-yes, Pro—” Sirius coughed a dozen more times, discretely winking at Y/N, who seemed to get the point and quietly retrieved her glasses from her bag. Not a soul noticed.

[i-think-too-loud]

saw this and agree with everything, but also…reg being the exact opposite?

some silly little thoughts i need to get out of my head before they consume me

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-never gets caught pranking people because he’s convinced a detention is the worst punishment in the world (knows even one mistake would give his parents enough reason to disown him, too)

-smells like lavender (bc of the hc that he needs sleeping potions to be able to sleep and not have nightmares) and coffee and maybe flowers

-hates fire and will sit as far away from it as possible even if he’s shivering soooo badly (hc that he used to love sitting in the rain and swimming before the whole cave incident and he’d come into the common room soaking wet and shivering and still refuse to sit near the fire) (evan and dorcas mother-henning him bc they’re genuinely concerned with this habit)

-his day will go absolutely horrible if he doesn’t make his bed in the morning or his schedule gets interrupted (is he on the spectrum? probably)

-he and panda (all the skittles really)smoke all of the time, r does it because he has Anxiety and it calms his nerves

-was a big fan of Poe and Dickens and all kinda of muggle authors (he’d sneak out of Grimmauld when he was little and buy books from muggle shops. he just never got caught or told anyone, unlike Sirius who was very vocal about it) (he also borrowed some from Remus or Lily at times)

-also learned about love and marriage from watching his parents and for the longest time didn’t think love actually existed and that it was only a tale for children (like the tooth fairy or something) (forgot until editing this that Cupid exists, so he probably assumed it was a story like that with the love arrows)

-i don’t know many 70’s bands but he would have LOVED lana and conan, i’m convinced. (J would be such a swiftie tell me i’m wrong)

-doesn’t smile much but when he does it’s absolutely perfect (j absolutely melts when he sees it. R knows this and will absolutely use it to his advantage)

-doesn’t doodle but he writes poetry, often in the margins of book or on scraps of paper or whatever is closest to him. sometimes he’ll just lean over to james/panda/barty/whatever love interest you hc him with and scribble a little poem on their arm or hand just so he can get it out of him (see: Non-Stop from Hamilton)

-usually only wears black or green in public (but secretly loves when he and j are in private and he gets to wear all of j’s clothes, which are so loose and colorful and the complete opposite of the ones his parents allow him to be seen in)

-doesn’t dislike mcgonagall, but hates how pushy she can be about him joining ECs or whatnot (also hc that r, who’s favorite subject was potions and would even brew in his spare time, used to help make healing potions or sleeping droughts and whatnot for Pomfrey since she was always busy and never have time) (he would never admit it to anyone where he was going everyday when he was brewing them, though) (probably also how he realized Remus was a werewolf was because he was always around the infirmary helping out) (r would have been a healer in another life. one where he wasn’t expected to harm instead.)

-wouldn’t like most muggle sports (hates the rich people ones like golf or tennis but also hates how violent hockey or football could get) but he’d like ice/figure skating and ballet, and he would LOVE music (not so much listening to it, that’s j’s thing, but playing it. the piano or the violin, maybe. something delicate and pretty and requires precision)

-gay. the gayest little guy you’ve ever seen. (he and panda/dorcas tried hooking up just once while they were Realizing and it was so embarrassingly awful they both decided never to mention it again)(also Reg and barty/remus being fWb because….well, bc i said so)

[xxsycamore]

Hey friend! For the mlm prompts, if the free day prompt hasn't been taken yet, I'd like to request Sirius x Harr with a Teacher AU. If your feeling up to it, Lancelot can come play too, but he's not required if not.

Leave it to Krys to think up a good prompt for the free day!! Thank you so much for this, I still remember the cozy morning when I drafted this! Oh, Lancelot definitely can come play too.

[ 🌈 part of the character x character or genderbent!character x mc requests🌈 ]

For Different Universe, Same Love creative challenge, hosted by @queengiuliettafirstlady and me.

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐔 ┅┅┅Sirius x Harr x Lancelot

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫

When Sirius pushes open the door of the principal's office, the familiar intense aroma of rich black coffee flies to his nostrils and he already knows, for sure:

"Oh Harr, you're here too. Hello. And hello, Lance."

The blonde-haired man relaxes back in his office chair, putting down the document he's been reading through, offering a greeting back to Sirius just as Harr does. Still, a heavy sigh fills the room the very next second.

"Those brats just refuse to at least try and focus during this time of the year. Classes are turned to chaos."

Something is pushed into Sirius' hands, and he accepts it without thinking twice because of the risk of spilling its scorching contents. When he looks up, he finds a chaste but knowing smile on Harr's face.

"Here, take my cup. I'll make myself another. We drink it the same, after all."

It's no wonder that Harr sympathizes with him, not having it any easier on his end in Magic Crystal Usage class, especially considering the safety risk when presented with a room full of absent-minded students who are counting the days until the end of the school year.

"It's true, we drink it the same. Unlike a certain someone who prefers to put so many sugar cubes, we can take it to Mr. Ash's laboratory to study it for poison."

"Sirius, enough."

The widening smile on Sirius' face blooms into a short but hearty laughter that prevents him from taking the long-anticipated first sip - but even after he's ready to immerse himself in it, he finds another reason to pause.

"Lance, I'll show you how me and Harr sweeten our coffees without any health risks. Watch closely."

The hand that lands on Harr's cheek is warm and gentle when it turns him to face the taller man, and along with those words, it should be enough of a warning sign. Yet Harr's surprise manifests as a small gasp on the plush lips of Sirius when they clash into his, his mouth now agape and inviting for the seemingly innocent demonstration. It's all up to Sirius to take advantage of it or not, and his pent-up aggravation dictates a need to deepen the kiss. This time for the stress relief qualities it bears, not for the bitterness of his coffee.

"Indeed, why haven't I thought sooner of this?"

Lance's voice breaks through the haze, and his lovers only now realize that he got up from his chair and approached them. Sirius' hand remains on Harr's face, almost protectively, in stark contrast with the inviting look in his eyes.

"Now, don't steal my sugar. Find your own."

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Unfinished Friday

@wolfpants had the genius idea of sharing an excerpt from an abandoned WIP - I did a cheer read on the start of the fic and I can promise all the dron/dronarry fans that they are in for a treat when wolf does finish it!

this is a very fun idea for a post. i just dug through my docs and found SO MANY abandoned fics, why am i like this.

I have absolutely no recollection of this fic - the doc is called Livvy future fic and iirc it's one of three i started and abandoned as gifts for @sitp-recs😂and according to the one note i made, it's based on that tumblr post about Ron being a Seer. It ends mid-sentence 😅 I have to say I really want to read more of this so I might try to remember what I wanted to write and revisit it once my long fic is finished. The premise seems to be that the war is still raging and Draco defects and joins the Order (they are all adults). CW for Draco having been beaten up/injured. it's obvs unedited so apols for any clunkiness or typos

“But I don’t even like him,” Harry says, but Remus frowns at him, more disappointed than disapproving, and Malfoy looks as though he wants to say something rude back, which Harry would actually love. But then Malfoy tightens his lips, all the irritation carefully tweaked and smoothed from his face, a sort of social polite disinterest that reminds Harry of Sirius in Order meetings, and how had he never noticed how alike they look, even down to the matching gleam of candleflame on their long hair, bright and dark like empty mirrors of each other.

“I have options,” is all Malfoy says in reply, but Ron blows a raspberry at that until Percy elbows him, and Hermione says rudely, “Like what? Going on the run and dying at wandpoint within about two days? Because that plan’s been working out well for you so far.”

“Can we please just take a vote?” Kingsley is impatient, and rightly so; he hasn’t slept properly in weeks, probably, like the rest of them. Harry wants to vote no, he really does, but Malfoy starts quietly gathering his cloak around him, face stupid with pride, eyes blacked up and spongey like damaged fruit. It’s spite, mostly, that has Harry scribbling a yes, though in the end it wouldn’t have mattered anyway, because the vote to let Malfoy stay passes at twelve in favour, seven against, which is more decisive than even Remus was expecting, judging by the look on his face.

“He can take the back attic,” Sirius says decisively, still the casual master of the house he hates so much, and Kreacher appears with a resentful crack to clear the plates as the others gather themselves to get home before the Floo curfew. 

Harry follows Sirius closely up the stairs, almost treading on the back of his big boots, Malfoy moving almost soundlessly behind them.

“Voila,” Sirius says, and with a sweep of one arm ushers Malfoy into a real letdown of a room, practically Muggle this high up, no heat to speak of, not even a good view, nothing but the dreadful garden and the blank face of the back wall of the house behind.

“This is—” Malfoy starts.

Harry waits, tense, though Sirius just looks amused and almost gleeful, but Malfoy doesn’t finish. He sets his small rucksack down beside the bed, and walks over to the window, throws it up like a challenge, so the room buzzes with the distant sounds of a London night. 

“Thank you,” Malfoy says, and Sirius nods and pads out. Malfoy watches him go, his face abruptly whitening up, like salt or puddled wax.

“You don’t get to be ungrateful about it, you know,” Harry tells him, stung by the look on Malfoy’s face.

“I don’t like you either,” is all Malfoy says, quietly but so viciously that Harry knows he means every word, then Sirius sticks his head back around the door and, seeing Harry’s face, bundles Harry out the door and back down two flights of stairs, where there’s at least a proper fire in the drawing room and the windows don’t rattle in the wind. 

“Congratulations on your trial being overturned, Mr Malfoy,” Minerva says when she sees him, and Malfoy smiles tiredly and tries to push back his damp hair with his gauntleted hand.

 ***

Ron’s visions are getting worse, and Harry spends his twenty-sixth birthday preparing to brew Dreamless Sleep with Malfoy, because the new Ministry has reclassified Sopophorous Beans as a restricted product and all the apothecaries are running low. They can Apparate to Peterlee but that’s as close to the wards as they can get without their magical signatures being picked up, and it’s still a two-hour broom flight from there. Malfoy doesn’t even grumble even though it’s the hottest summer in years and by the time they arrive, their travelling cloaks are stuck to their backs with sweat.

“It was a sham,” Harry tells her. “They had no evidence, just a whole load of trumped up charges.”

They both look at him with raised eyebrows, and Harry makes a grateful retreat to the greenhouses where Professor Sprout and Neville have sackfuls of illicit produce waiting for him, which they spend a hot and grumpy hour rigging into a complicated harness to attach between the two brooms for the journey home. When Harry finally escapes, he goes down to the Lake for a swim. There’s no one around, all the students gone home, and Harry floats, feeling boneless, scoured clean by sun, belly up.

He doesn’t mean to eavesdrop on Malfoy and Minerva, but he supposes they must not hear him coming. He’s still barefoot when he reaches the castle, clutching his grubby travelling clothes in his arms, the cooler air of the castle a delicious chill where it chases the water droplets on his skin. 

“I need to look into it further,” Malfoy is saying, though Minerva speaks over him crisply, and they could almost be back at school. 

“It’s absolutely no indication of any guaranteed outcome, Draco.”

Malfoy’s voice is getting higher and tighter, wound up to cracking. “It’s got to mean something though, Min. Don’t try to tell me you’re—”

“Temporal magic is notoriously unstable,” Minerva says, and then Harry drops one of his boots with a thump, and Malfoy and Minerva come around the corner to see what’s happening. 

Malfoy goes red when he sees Harry, a crawling

A CRAWLING WHAT, PAST TACKY???

i'm tagging anyone who has docs filled with treasures languishing, plus @fluxweeed @thehoneybeet @maesterchill @m0srael @oknowkiss @saxamophone @shealwaysreads @sweet-s0rr0w

[elilelibeli]

In the Noble House of Black everything is new and pristine, nothing can look used, nothing looks loved or enjoyed or lived in.

Both Sirius and Regulus are used to this and it’s strange for them how some of the books Remus has are falling apart, how many scuff marks his boots have, how James’s journal has billion stickers and loose papers sticking from it. They are wearing identical uniforms, yet even if they are in pile, mashed together you can tell which is Pete’s robe cause it has little chess piece King pin on it.

Regulus has rings but they are shiny and they are just rings, unlike Barty’s whose rings are old and the stones in them are scratched and some even missing. How Evan and Pandora have matching bracelets that never come off their wrists and are so distroyed it’s beyond regulus how they haven’t fallen apart already.

All of Sirius’s and Regulus’s things are clean, new, shiny, expensive but they don’t have life, they are not Regulus’s or Sirius’s, they are just things and it’s terrible.

The first time they have truly their own things is because of each other. They have strained relationship and it’s hard to talk and even harder to listen but convinced by their friends Christmas is time for families so they give each other gifts.

The boxes are wrapped perfectly and they are neat and colorcoded and don’t have anything personal on them to be distinguished. Regulus gets annoyed because the box has no name so he has no idea who is it from. Sirius gets annoyed because he knows it’s from Regulus by the way the box looks and it’s annoying cause he assumes it’s one of those “I am getting a present because it’s a polite thing to do” type of gift. Until Sirius tears his box and sees a bracelet with cool metal spikes on it, each spike can be opened and there are phases of the moon under each spike. Sirius loves it, he wears it and it never comes of his wrist.

Unlike Sirius, Regulus neatly opens his box, it is a ring with a tiny telescope on it. There is a small scribble under the box saying “Rotate the Telescope” and when he does the tiny telescope becomes a fully functional one. Regulus loves it, he wears the ring and it only comes of when Regulus wants to observe the stars.

These things become truly theirs. Sirius’s bracelet soon has scratches, each of them telling a story of pranks, detentions, parties. The bracelet was chosen for Sirius, because Regulus learned that gifts will be perfect if they make other person happy and Regulus remembers how much Sirius always talks about the moon and how it means so much to him and now Sirius gets to carry it everyday with him. The ring was chosen for Regulus, because Sirius learned that sometimes making something with your hands can be greatest gift of all and Sirius remembers how much Reggie loves stars and astronomy tower and now Regulus can observe what he loves whenever he wants.

They were theirs from the beginning and they became more theirs with passing time, with every scratch, dent, discoloration and imperfection those things were truly theirs and it was amazing.

[sillylittlejesterman]

Making a Cake

I FORGOT TO POST THIS FOR SIRIUS' BIRTHDAY BUT HERE IT IS (its also on ao3) Just a little silly story that was written very quickly for my favorite wet dog homosexual man's birthday. I love him.

“Uh Remus? I don’t think it’s supposed to look like that,” Peter said, eyeing the gloopy, sludge-like thing in the baking dish. 

“Is–... Is it moving?” James asked. The three boys standing over the tray with what was supposed to be Sirius’ birthday cake in the center. They all startled away when a bubble in the dish popped, making a loud noise. Remus plopped the tray down on the stove top and took his red and white oven mitts off, slapping them on the table while frowning. 

“This makes no sense. We did everything, didn’t we?” He pushed a bunch of empty pans and dirty rags around until he found the badly scribbled out recipe on a now batter-stained piece of parchment. 

“You know, it would probably help if we could actually read the recipe,” James pointed out, snatching the parchment out of Remus’ hands and dangling it in front of his face. Remus frowned in response. “This whole thing is in French. Can’t you find it in English or something?” James continued. 

“Maybe we should just ask Regulus,” Peter mumbled, not really planning for anyone to hear him. He knew Sirius and Regulus’ relationship was complicated to say the least, but he was the only other person that Peter knew who spoke French. 

“No! No it’s fine, it’s not that hard to understand!” 

“Remus you keep saying that but look at the cake– I don’t even know if we can even call it a cake anymore,” James’ voice trailed off as he covered his mouth with his hand, standing to stare at the last six attempts at the cake - each looked worse than the last. 

“French is a romance language with Latin roots and I know latin.” Remus insisted. 

“Latin and French are not the same language, Remus!” 

“They have the same roots!” 

“Guys, the cake is moving,” Peter interrupted, pointing to where the cake had started to form a rather large bubble. The three boys leaned in close to examine it, and like it had before, the cake popped, startling the three and spraying runny batter all over their faces. 

Remus, whose face was contorted by disgust and cake batter, stood shocked, staring at the cake tin before wiping his eyes and flung the batter to the ground with a frustrated groan. 

“Okay, I think it’s time to find a different cake,” James said, wiping his hands on one of the many dirty towels in the kitchen.

“No, his birthday is tomorrow! This is the only recipe we have and we can’t give him a fucking cookie for his birthday” 

“But Moony we’ve been at this for hours! I’m hungry and tired,” Peter whined. 

Remus took a breath and rolled his eyes, crossing his arms.“Fine! Fine, I’ll just do it myself,” He grumbled, growing increasingly frustrated with this recipe. “Why does Sirius have to have such posh taste all the time?” Remus grumbled under his breath, snatching the recipe from James’ hands and reading it over again, muttering to himself. 

James and Peter shared a look before sighing, knowing they weren’t exactly excused from the kitchen just yet. Remus would slave over this cake for days if it meant making Sirius’ birthday a happy one, so James and Peter had to stay too. 

—

Frost covered the window of the Gryffindor boys’ dormitory. Almost every year the first snow fell on Sirius' birthday, and Remus knew this because every year he was up. He tucked himself away in the reading nook in the window, the light from his wand illuminating the page he was reading. But when a small beeping noise was heard from his bed he sprang up and quickly turned it off before digging to find the parchment wrapped box he had been hiding for months. 

“Psst, hey,” Remus whispered as he made his way over to Sirius’ bed, careful to avoid the floorboard that creaked so loud it woke Peter up. He tiptoed and drew back the curtain to his bed, snickering at the sight he found. 

Sirius was splayed out and curled in his sheets, wearing an oversized and threadbare Beatles shirt that Remus had given him for his twelfth birthday. It was too big on him then, and still hung just below his red and gold boxers. A copy of the Rolling Stone with Bowie on the cover was open over his face, and the slight sound of his snores  made Remus chuckle, his lips curling into a fond smile.

“Hey, wake up, idiot.” He said, smacking Sirius’ foot. Sirius made a sound and stirred, causing the magazine to roll off of his face and onto the floor with a thump.

“Fuck, I’m awake,” He grumbled, sitting up on his elbows and smiling when he noticed Remus. “You never make it to midnight” Remus teased, crawling onto the mattress and letting the curtains fall closed as he settled across from Sirius. “Oh shut up,” he groaned again, rubbing his eyes as he reached onto the floor to grab the magazine,placing it on the bedside table. 

Remus fidgeted with a small package in his hands as he smiled at the other boy, admiring the way his grey-blue eyes shone in the dim yellow light of the lamp that hung from the canopy above the bed. Sirius smiled back, pushing his hair out of his face while sitting up properly. He scooted slightly closer to Remus.

“Happy birthday,” Remus smiled, finally breaking the comfortable silence the two of them sat in. 

He placed the package on the bed, sliding it towards Sirius.

Sirius’ brows knit together in confusion as he slid his gaze between the gift and the boy opposite him.

“This is different,” Sirius said, starting to unwrap the brown parchment that Remus had shabbily used to conceal the box. 

“Well yeah, cause– this year is different.” 

It was a tradition they’d started their very first year at Hogwarts. Or really, Remus started it. He’d stayed up, wanting to be the first person to wish Sirius a “happy birthday” - he’d had too much energy, and the second the clock turned past twelve, Remus pounced on his friend. Sirius was of course startled at first, but the second he spotted Remus, looking like an easily excited puppy, he couldn’t be mad. Remus gave him a David Bowie vinyl that year along with the giant Beatles shirt and Sirius still had them, still considered them the best gifts he’d ever received. Remus had a weird thing with gifts. He was usually dreadful at gift-giving, but when it came to Sirius he somehow nailed it every time.

“Why, cause I snogged you on Halloween?” Sirius smirked, always playing a joke. It was true, Remus and Sirius had snogged on Halloween. Both of them consumed a little too much fire whiskey that night, leading to a long, painstaking game of spin-the-bottle. Sirius had finally had enough after three rounds, and dragged Remus away to the broom closet. Remus remembered it vividly. The feeling of his heart beating fast in his chest and the taste of cigarettes, whiskey and strawberries on Sirius’ lips– 

“Because you asked me to be your boyfriend on Halloween.” 

That was true as well. After hiding in the broom closet for what felt like hours, Sirius finally dragged Remus upstairs where the kissing continued in a more horizontal position. Alone with only the muffled sound of drunk teenagers downstairs, it became much more intimate as they laid together on the bed, curtains drawn and lips pressed together. Their kissing was less hungry, less filled with need. Remus had pulled away for just a moment when Sirius said it. 

“Remus, I want to be with you,” He’d whispered, his hand tangling in Remus’ hair, gently playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. His voice was quiet, like he was whispering a secret and all Remus thought to do was kiss him in response. 

Sirius turned red, his pale complexion never failing to betray when he felt embarrassed or flustered. Remus found it quite cute.

“Okay, yeah but–” 

“Stop arguing and just open your present, okay?”

Remus cut Sirius off and pushed the half-opened package against his chest, scooting closer to Sirius to get a better look, despite the lack of space on the bed.

Sirius raised his eyebrows at him and laughed. 

“Okay, okay, pushy” He teased, carefully taking the package and unwrapping the brown parchment that was crumpled around it. Inside was a simple black velvet box only about the size of his palm, and Sirius looked back up at Remus. 

“What is this?” He said, holding back a smile. 

“Just open it,” Remus urged, his cheeks turning red. He could feel his heart beating in his chest, a ball of excitement and nerves sat in his throat as he waited for Sirius to open the box. 

Inside the little velvet box was a silver plated ring, with shimmering moonstone embedded in the center, engraved crescent moons sitting curled around either side of the stone. Remus saw it in a shop back home and it reminded him too much of Sirius not to buy it. 

Sirius stared at the ring for a long while, which didn’t at all help Remus’ nerves. 

“It’s not a proposal ring or anything. Sorry if it looks like that,” Remus finally blurted out

He gently placed the box on his covers, smiling at Remus, his heart fluttering excitedly in his chest.

 “I love it,” He whispered, reaching for Remus’ hands, pulling him close - “I love it,” He said again, gently pressing their lips together. Remus melted into the kiss, sighing softly, relieved that Sirius liked his gift. 

—

“Surprise!” The sound of party poppers was loud and confetti sprayed everywhere as Sirius entered the common room. It was all lavishly decorated, or as lavishly as a group of teens could get it.

The common room was full of Gryffindors, though most noticeably James and Peter who stood in the middle of the room, holding a large cake. Or at least it looked like it was supposed to be a cake. The layers were wobbly and the icing was everywhere and it looked as though half the candles on top of it were trying to run away down its side. For whatever reason, James and Peter had thought it would be a phenomenal idea to adorn the cake with sparklers as well. 

Sirius found himself silently thankful for Lily standing close by, seemingly ready with a spell to take care of things, in case it caught fire.

With a struggle, James and Peter put down the cake, fetching a slice for Sirius before placing two sparklers and a candle in it. Looking at the slice, Sirius wasn’t even sure the cake was edible. Still, he took the slice. 

“Oi, what’s that?” James asked, motioning to the small silver ring on Sirius’ finger. James had spotted it when the ring caught the light from the sparklers, causing the stone to shimmer, showing off the elegant moon designed carved into it in the process. 

Sirius glanced at the ring with fondness, his eyes briefly meeting Remus’, before he turned his attention back to James. “Eh, just a little something. Back to the important stuff, hm? If this cake kills me I need to know who to hold responsible,” he joked. Remus smiled. There was nothing that made him happier than seeing Sirius so happy, surrounded by the people he loved.

[mccallw]

wolfstar microfic January 08 - sketch

It’s not the first time Sirius goes to this park. They quite like it, to be honest. It’s not too nosey, it’s not too calm. There’s people walking their dogs, cute couples going on dates, old people going for walks, families with their kids playing on the grass, some stray cats demanding pets from strangers…

It’s nice, and does wonders for his sketchbook. Lately though… so there’s this one stranger. A stranger that has Sirius hooked. A stranger that may be the reason they keep coming back to the park, besides all the other reasons for why he likes it.

They’re the prettiest person Sirius has ever seen. They have beautiful sun kissed skin, a few scars scattered all over their body. They’re tall and always wearing oversized clothes, and always reading a different book, and they look honestly breathtaking. Sirius hasn’t been able to stop sketching them ever since he laid his eyes on them.

And it’s been almost a month since… and Sirius has tried to gather some balls and walk over to them, give them one of their sketches and maybe ask them out, or whatever, honestly, Sirius doesn’t mind as long as he gets to keep the pretty stranger in his life, somehow.

Today he’s going to do it. The stranger is wearing forest green cargo pants and an oversized beige jumper and they put beads on their head and they have a lot of rings and jewelry today so maybe Sirius isn’t going to do this today.

Yeah. Tomorrow it is.

But then tomorrow comes and Sirius can’t manage to do it, again, and it goes like that for at least another week.

And, one day, while in the middle of his internal debate if he should approach the stranger or not, the unimaginable happens.

The stranger is walking in Sirius’ way.

Oh no. Oh God. Oh shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit–

“Hi,” they smile. Sirius is sitting down against a tree. Sirius’ ears melt. Sirius is malfunctioning. “So uh,” they chuckle and oh fuck. “I forgot my book here yesterday, so I was wondering if you maybe– if you saw someone took it or something?” they ask, a beautiful, lovely smile over scarred lips and Sirius knows they're staring but fucking hell.

“Oh um, hello,” he says, a bit breathless, a bit awkward. He clears his throat, “No. I- no, not really.” He admits, a blush warming his cheeks. He doesn’t really stare at the stranger’s directions once they leave. “Sorry darling.”

The stranger smiles a little wider and Sirius blushes deeper.

“That’s alright.” They sigh. “Mind if I take a seat?” They point to the spot beside Sirius, and they nod, not hiding his sketchbook. He realizes this a little too late, “oh, wow that’s me!” The pretty stranger gasps, and Sirius follows the direction of their eyes –pretty, pretty amber eyes– to find his latest drawing of them.

“Oh… yeah,” Sirius tries to hide their embarrassment with a chuckle. “I wanted to give you a sketch for a while but um…” He looks up to find the stranger staring at him already, which makes him flush even more.

The stranger smiles. “You’re very skilled.” They nod, and his hand –big hand, long fingers, many rings– reaches subtly, “can I keep it?”

Sirius nods frantically. “Of course.” He ruffles a bit until he finds his pen and pauses. “What’s your name? If you don’t mind me asking…” The stranger smiles.

“Remus.” Is all they say. His smile is so bright and Sirius gets lost a little in it, which seems to amuse Remus.

“Remus,” he repeats, and it sounds right.

“Mhm. What’s yours?”

“Sirius,” they answer, at the same time he scribbles Remus at the bottom right of the sketch. Underneath it, he signs it with his name.

“So, Sirius,” Remus says after Sirius has given them their drawing. “Wanna go on a date with me?”

Sirius eyes open wide and they’re beaming, they know they are but how could they not?

“Yes.”

And Remus beams right back at him.

--

@wolfstarmicrofic

[rayland04]

A little snippet of my new fic:

Regulus loved his birthday. Specifically the hour leading in to midnight. His parents usually gave him boring gifts like new school books and fancy dress clothes that made his skin itchy.

But Sirius, well Sirius always made everything better. Especially Regulus’ birthday. Last year, his brother had snuck into his room around 11 at night with hushed hushed whispers so they wouldn’t get caught. They crawled under Regulus’ bed with a jar of lightning bugs, and ate the sweets Sirius had brought up. As soon as the clock struck midnight, Sirius pulled Regulus into a tight hug, whispering birthday wishes in his ear.

Sirius had given him a chess set. It was the same set Orion had given Sirius for his birthday just a month ago, but Sirius hadn’t even broken the seal. He scribbled out his name and wrote ‘Reggie’ next to it instead. Regulus doubted their parents would notice Sirius had given it to him. They didn’t have their own money to buy proper gifts anyways.

Sirius started to regret giving Regulus the set after he had beaten his elder brother at every game of chess the following year.

Now Regulus was turning seven and he couldn’t wait to see what Sirius had decided to given him this year. He secretly hoped it was the new set of skates Sirius had gotten from their mother.

Regulus laid very still when he heard his door open. He couldn’t risk the chance of it being anyone other than Sirius. Luckily, hands shook his shoulder followed by his brother’s hushed whisper, “Get up Reg. I have a surprise this year.”

Regulus didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed the covers back and scrambled out of bed. The room was still dark, making it hard to see properly. Regulus started for the floor to go under the bed, but the sound of his window opening stopped him.

“What are you doing?” He whispered into the room, watching Sirius’ silhouette pull itself onto the window ledge. They were on the third floor, far to high to jump if they were smart.

“A surprise. Get on your coat.”

Regulus grabbed his coat from the post at the end of his bed. The nippy winter air was already biting it’s way into the room, making Regulus shiver.

Both boys pulled themselves out of the window and onto the snowy roof. The moon was bright and full, lighting up the night enough for them to see.

Sirius placed the bundle in his hands down on the snow and opening it. He spread it out as a place sit before he pulled out a small pack, sticking his tongue out in concentration as he struck a match against it. It took a few tries before the match lit up. He lit the lamp quickly before the frosty air could put out the match

“Where did you get matches?” Sirius sat down on the blanket, gesturing for Regulus to do the same. Once settled, Sirius placed the lamp between them to warm them a little.

“Nicked them from Kreatcher, lamp too.” Sirius grinned. He was missing his front tooth. It had fallen out ages ago, but the dentist said it would grow in before he was nine so Walburga didn’t acknowledge it anymore. It made Sirius talk funny though, he could barely say his own name without a whistle.

“Why are we out here?”

“Anyone ever tell you you ask to many questions?” Sirius leaned back on both of his hands, looking up at the sky.

Regulus pouted at the accusation. Instead, he turned and looked over the sleeping neighborhood. The sky was surprisingly clear after a day of snowing over London. The stars twinkled down at them and the moon shone bright, making the snow capped houses harder to look at.

“You were late tonight.” Regulus broke the silence. It was nearing 11:50. Sirius was supposed to sneak in an hour ago. Regulus had waited.

Sirius moved his foot over to nudge Regulus’. “I made it didn’t I?”

“Barely.”

“Don’t be in a mood Reg. It took ages for Maman and Papa to go to bed. I could hear them talking in the library.”

Regulus figured that was a valid excuse. Sirius’ room was right about the Library. Walburga and Orion would have heard if he got out of bed while they were in there.

Sirius sat up straighter and pointed to the sky. “Look!”

Regulus’ eyes snapped towards the starts. He couldn’t tell what Sirius was pointing at. All the constellations were perfectly in their place and the- oh god.

Regulus breath hitched in his chest as the starts started to streak across the sky. It started with only one or two, then grew to twenty - thirty stars shooting over the sky.

It was breathtaking really. The stars burned white then grew to red before they faded against the rest of the stars again. It lasted a long time. Both brothers watching in amazement. Regulus had never seen anything so beautiful.

Beautiful wasn’t the right word, but he didn’t know how else to explain it. Flowers were beautiful. This cousins’ dresses were beautiful.

This?

This was elegant.

Shortly after the last star faded against the sky, Sirius nudged Regulus with another grin. He wrapped his arm around the younger boy.

“Happy 7th Reggie.”

“How did you-“

“Read ‘bout it.” Sirius shrugged like he hadn’t just gifted Regulus the best present ever. “It only happens like once every hundred years.”

Regulus felt his heart leap at that. This was a once in a life time opportunity and Sirius managed to give it to him for his birthday.

“One day,” Sirius squeezed Regulus, pushing their heads together briefly. “I’m going to buy you the stars. Hold me to it okay?”

Regulus nodded against his brother. If anyone could give him the stars, it would be Sirius. “I promise.”

[enbysiriusblack]

Sirius took James' hands in their own, and beamed up at him. They patted the empty space next to them on the sofa, and James sat down close to Sirius.

With their hands still interlocked, Sirius took a few deep breaths before trying to speak but choked on their words.

"Hey, take your time", James said, patting them softly on the back before resting his hand there.

Sirius smiled at him, before coughing and starting to speak again.

"I've wanted to talk to you about this for a while now", they started; as James stroked their thumb in their interlocking hands, "We've been friends for quite a few years now. You're one of my best friends and I never want to lose that. But... I have deeper feelings for you than just friendship and I-"

James nodded encouragely, lightly tapping his foot against Sirius' calf. Their bodies extremely close to together.

Sirius took another breathe and carried on talking, "I would like us to be more than friends. But I understand if you don't reciprocate my feelings for you, and I am perfectly fine with remaining friends if that is the case. But I just needed to tell you in case there was the tiniest chance. I would want to spend the rest of my life with you. As partners. Because I love you, so so much."

James smiled at them, and kissed their cheek with a grin, "I love you too."

Peter and Remus, who were in detention and had been tidying up the potions supply cupboard, had frozen during this confession between their closest friends.

"What the fuck", Peter whispered to Remus, who seemed in a sort of emotional pain and sat hunched up with tears brimming his eyes.

Peter shuffled closer, "Hey, are you alright, Moony?"

Remus nodded shakily and wiped his eyes, "Yeah, yeah. Just the dust in here. Um, that was pretty crazy, right? Yeah, We should go. Give them some... privacy. Oh remember, there's a hidden passage back here. Uh let's go, Wormy."

The two left, Peter giving Remus suspicious and worried gazes which Remus pointedly ignored.

Sirius stuck out their tongue and wiped their cheek, "Gross Prongs. You weren't meant to say it back."

James grinned, "But I'm showing you exactly what Moony's reaction will be."

"Well I'd have enjoyed it a lot more coming from him."

James moved, hopping up to sit on the table, "Did it give you more confidence? Are you going to rush out to confess to Moony right now?"

Sirius shrugged, "Not really. I'm more just sory of grossed out that I said those words while looking in your eyes."

"Hey! My eyes are splendid... I bet your brother appreciates my eyes."

"Ew! Stop Prongs, I'm begging you!"

James burst out laughing, "Come on, time for history where you can scribble out 'Sirius Lupin' as many times as you want!"

Sirius wacked his head, "That's you, you romantic prat."

[cyandreamsinwords]

Cut and Run — Pt 3 (BoaWT AU)

I’m sensing some of you are missing Sirius and Remus content, so here a little fixing for you to hold you over in the meanwhile.

Again, none of this is cannon to the main fic, I just like to self indulge. (1.4k)

Link to the main fic here

Pt 1 Pt 2

It took Remus approximately two weeks after Sirius’ escape to find them.

Sirius saw him coming. He'd picked this shack in part because it was up on a hill, it was easy to see people coming. And while it may have been years, Sirius knew that frame anywhere. He'd spent too many years walking through the halls after it, leaning against it in class, watching it’s subtle movements as it breathed throughout the night, running through the moon-lit grounds of Hogwarts with it. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was Moony.

Lyra was chattering happily on the floor beside the cot. He'd taken some coal from the fire and let her scribble across the wooden floor until all that was left was stubs, and then he'd enchanted the etchings to stand up and dance. It had been entertaining her endlessly all afternoon, leaving her none the wiser as to why her father stood looking out the window.

"Mini Moon," he called from the window. "You stay in here, alright?"

Lyra looked up at him from her spot, frowning, sensing the false calm in his voice.

He gave her a reassuring smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes. "I'm just popping out for a second. Back before you can miss me."

Lyra jumped to her feet as he made for the door. Sirius held out a hand stopping her, waited for her to pause, before walking out.

Remus was halfway up the hill by then. He didn’t even pause as Sirius came out, closing the door firmly behind him.

He walked several paces from the shack, wanting to keep as much distance between Remus and it as possible for now. He didn’t think he’d ever hurt Lyra purposefully, but…well, she’d been with his mother. And Sirius couldn’t allow that to happen again.

Remus stopped several yards away from him, far enough away to duel if need be. He had his wand in hand. Sirius stood there, arms crossed over his chest, his own wand in hand as well.

They stood there in silence for entirely too long. Sirius decided to be the first to break it. “‘Ello, Moony.”

“Sirius.”

“What brings you to this part of the world? Out for a stroll? Come to try and turn me in?”

Remus shook his head just barely. “I’m not here to play games Sirius.”

“No, I’d say not, if your drawn wand is anything to go off of."

"As if yours isn't also drawn.”

"Touché." Sirius threw his long matted hair back behind him, attempting to look unbothered. “So, back to the question: what are you doing here?”

"Where's Lyra, Sirius?"

"How should I know?" He shrugged.

"You escape from prison, and days later your daughter goes missing from her grandmother's home? More than a coincidence, wouldn't you say."

Sirius barked, not at all amused. "Days, huh?” He said musing. “It took days for someone to realize? Remus, I picked Lyra up that night.” There was no outwardly reaction, but Sirius, even after all these year, could see him pause. “If that’s not proof she's better off with me, I don’t know what is."

"You honestly think she’s better off here? Isolated from the world, living out in some shack that's one strong wind from tipping in on itself?"

"Better here, with a father that loves and cares about her. Better here with me, than with a grandmother who locks her out of the house at night, because that’s how I was able to grab her, Remus! My mother had locked her outside over night!”

“I didn’t know that.”

“You didn’t know? What, did you give up on her when you gave up on me?”

"I'm not the one who sold our friends out to Voldemort and orphaned their child, including his own,” Remus hissed, his carefully collected demeanor finally giving way to his venom.

"That's funny, neither did I."

“And what, I’m supposed to believe that? They found you, surrounded by dead muggles, fresh from killing another one of our friends! Laughing like some sort of mad man—”

“The fact that you think I could—“

“For Lyra, I think so,” Remus cut in. “If they threatened her, I think you’d do anything to ensure she was safe.”

“Let me be very clear about something, Moony, though I didn’t realize I needed to,” Sirius hissed, jabbing his finger towards him. “I would never take part in making a world for my daughter in which she didn’t grow up knowing James and Lily. Never. I wouldn’t risk being separated from her, leaving her all alone in this world, not for anything. If Voldemort had ever threatened her, I would have only ever fought harder along side everyone else, because that is what I risked! Everything I had ever wanted for her! Peter though, he had nothing to loose.”

“Nothing but his life.”

“Nothing but his finger.”

Remus scoffed. “Are you really trying to pass the blame off? On Peter? You really haven’t changed a bit, Sirius. Everyone else is to blame before you right?”

“Oh I’m to blame,” Sirius grimly agreed. “It was my bright idea for Peter to be James and Lily’s secret keeper over me. I thought I was being clever, doing something the other side would never predict, that not even you could predict. I never realized I was handing them right on over to Voldemort.”

“How convenient Peter isn’t here to confirm your story. No one ever found him after that night, and you left that street in such disarray that no one expected to.”

“I didn’t do anything!” Sirius screamed, one first grabbing hold of his hair. “I went after him to confront him, because I knew he was the only one who could have told Voldemort where they were. He’s the one who blew up that street!”

“There’d have been evidence—“

“Oh certainly! Just no one out looking for it. The ministry hasn’t exactly been doling out fair trials for those suspected of collusion, Moony. Had they checked my wand, they’d have known I wasn’t the one to cast the spell, but they didn’t. That’s not what they cared about, they cared about burying that mess as quickly as they could. So I get thrown away, no investigation, no trial, and the real traitor looses a finger, the rest of him gets off scot-free, because the ministry and their aurors never had all the information.” Sirius motioned a finger between him and Remus. “We ensured it.”

A seed of doubt had been planted in the man’s mind, it was evident in the turn of his mouth. “You think he’s hiding away in his rat form?”

“I know he is. Last thing that coward did was scurry away. The ministry would never find the man again, and they wouldn’t even look for a rat. How could they, only about a billion of those in the whole of Britain, not to mention he’s not on any animagus list. For all they know, he’s disappeared.”

Remus opened his mouth, perhaps to argue, but both their eyes drew to the banging of the door behind Sirius. His heart dropped instinctively, his attention pulled to where the noise is growing louder and louder, becoming too loud now to be made only by tiny fists.

“Remus, please, just give me a moment to calm her down. She doesn’t need to see—”

The handle of the door suddenly crumbled, as though it’d been made out of paper mache and not metal. A perfect display of the sort of wandless magic it seemed only children ever seemed to produce. The door swung open with ease, now free of its lock and latch. Lyra barreled out the door to her father, who made large sweeping strides to meet her halfway, lifting her into his arms.

“It’s alright, Moon,” he soothed with a hand up and down her back as her hands fisted tightly into the collar of his shirt, her little heels digging into his sides to make her impossible to remove without a struggle. He had his back turned to Remus, wanting to believe he’d never cast at him while he was holding his child, but not willing to risk it after everything. “Everything’s okay, just calm down, and let’s get you back inside.”

Her head shook in the crook of her neck, not at all fooled by his words. Her entire body shivered with fear but she wasn’t letting go.

When he cast a glance behind him, Remus had hurriedly put away his wand. With the threat now gone, Sirius did the same. His old friend stared at her with large struck eyes.

“…she’s gotten so big.”

Pain strung at Sirius’ heart at the reminder. “Hasn’t she? She talks in full sentences now too. If only they’d grow at half the rate.”

Remus looked away, chewing at his cheek viciously. “I can’t say you’ve convinced me. But…” he paused, thinking what he was about to say over. “I’ll give you the chance to explain.”

[padfootastic]

Hope you don’t mind me sharing this with you. 💛

So, I have this headcanon that James is really good at drawing/painting. Like I see him as being really creative in a lot of ways. But this particular creative outlet stared out as a little kid having fun with art like most of us do. BUT it developed into this passion and something he really wanted to be good at after meeting Sirius because he wanted to draw things to make him smile. Like this really took hold after he found out just how shitty Sirius’ family is. So over summer breaks James would just bombard him with drawings of anything and everything he could think of to cheer him up. (Comic strips, pranks unfolding, some crazy surreal image, you name it he drew it). Some move some don’t. Which eventually evolved into James drawing primarily the two of them together being their chaotic selves doing god knows what, but there is also some incredibly sweet, tender, and intimate ones that Sirius will never allow another person to see because they are HIS and he like sleeping with them under his pillow or something and stares at them whenever stuff at home get too hard before running away. 🥺😫💙

: o never!!! inbox is always, always open especially for such precious headcanons 🥺🥺

ok but !!! that’s so good!! i love it. i know people talk about musician/singer james but artist is a new one for me and it’s so lovely. i can see it too. he’d totally be the type of kid to leave handprints and scribbles and doodles all over potter manor and you just *know* effie and flea always encouraged it so he brought the habit with him to hogwarts; it’s not surprising to walk into their dorm and see the walls filled with all kinds of things.

i also like him channelling his energy and hyperactivity into art; using it as a way to process Big Feelings and when he’s feeling helpless/powerless which clinches very neatly with Sirius’ situation. james can’t do anything about it, not really, so he uses this medium to try and cope & make sirius feel better at the same time.

i’m also now imagining boudoir art (that’s a thing right? if it isnt, it should be) where he draws sirius in those super intimate moments u talked about and omg ok listen. i have a Thought.

so sirius isn’t vain right? like, he knows he’s beautiful but that’s about it. no more than that. he doesn’t even think he’s All That bc of a pretty solid complex instilled in him by his family where nothing is ever good enough right? but then. then he sees james drawing him like this, the way j sees him and he’s basically just gob-fucking-smacked bc it’s literally like an angel or something and ‘that can’t be me right? no way?’ and james is just like ‘of course it is si who else?’ and he just has to mentally recalibrate bc he suddenly has way too many feels and ‘oh my god what do i do now is that really how he sees me’ and just. yeah. james breaking down his barriers one by one lol.

or or or someone takes a look through an oblivious pining james’ sketchbook (who thinks he’s just innocently drawing his surroundings p; and it’s just filled with sirius, yeah? and they’re like ‘huh. u got something to tell us, mate?’ and he’s just like, owlishly blinking, clearly confused. ‘…no?’ and the other person just gets more and more suspicious like uh yeah sure u don’t and james is just getting flustered when they point out what’s going on and yeah. sure be nice if this is how he founds out he’s in love with his best friend lol

sirius being possessive of james’ art is also so precious 🥺🥺 like someone tries to take a peek and he just snatches it away with an unimpressed look like ‘mine 😤’ it’s so hilarious

[messers-moony]

The Veil | S.B

Paring: Sirius Black X Sister!Reader, Regulus Black X Twin!Sister!Reader

Summary: Sirius’ first thought while falling into the veil wasn’t James, it was his twin siblings.

Word Count: .9K

He was falling, and it felt like forever.

It was probably only a couple of minutes, possibly even seconds, but to him, it felt like it was never going to end. To him had fallen through the veil and was now declared dead. He would never forget the look of utter despair on Harry’s face as he helplessly fell or the way Remus had tears collecting in his eyes. Sirius had just gotten his life back only two years prior, and it was, ending all over again.

He ought to be happy. Maybe he could finally see his best friend again after so many years. But James Potter wasn’t the first thing on his mind. Sirius had lost his younger twin siblings at a very young age. Y/n and Regulus Black to the war while working with Voldemort, or so he had thought.

Actually, Regulus and Y/n Black had died trying to kill Voldemort.

As children, the twins were always close. No one could separate them, not even Walburga or Orion. They never agreed with their parents ideas but were forced to pretend as they did. Both twins had been sorted into Slytherin on their first day at Hogwarts, and it disappointed Sirius to no end.

Y/n could remember the hat wanting to place her in Hufflepuff and begging it not to. Regulus could remember it wanting to put him in Gryffindor much like his brother but pleading with it to place him in the green and silver house instead. From then, Sirius knew that his relationship with his siblings was mainly over.

As he fell, he realized that he could see his siblings again, and all of their memories came back.

“Siri!” A young Y/n called as they chased each other at Uncle Alphard’s yard, “You’re too fast!”

Sirius giggled, “Or you’re too slow!”

Without warning, Regulus tackled his older brother to the ground. Effectively pinning his arms to the grassy floor, the smile on Regulus’ face was unmistakable, “Got you!”

Y/n caught up without a problem now that both the boys were stationary, one pinning the other down. She pushed her twin off Sirius and jumped on top of him. Regulus let out an ‘ompf’ sound. Sirius followed in his sister’s footsteps and landed on top of her. Eventually, they all collapsed and laughed till their stomachs hurt.

—

Y/n and Regulus were sitting in the Hogwarts library together. Their textbooks were laid on top of the wooden desk. They were both in their second year, and Y/n struggled with Potions while Regulus had issues with Herbology. The marauders were sat near the two siblings. Remus was studying, James and Sirius were meant to be looking for prank ideas. Peter was drawing on parchment with his new colored quills.

Sirius stared longingly at his siblings as they compared notes and revised their essays together. Occasionally one of them would make a joke making the other laugh. Madam Pince didn’t even complain. She seemed to have a soft spot for the twins like everyone else.

“You know you can go over there, right?”

“No, I can’t.” Sirius huffed, “They hate me.”

Remus stopped scribbling, “No, they don’t. You’re being dramatic.”

“Mum and dad have completely ruined them.” Sirius complained, “They used to think I was the best older brother ever.”

“I’m sure they still do.” Remus replied, “Just because you guys don’t see eye-to-eye doesn’t mean they can’t still love you.”

“You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you, Rem?” Sirius joked with a tiny smile.

Remus scoffed playfully, “Bite me.”

“Someone already did.”

“Touché.”

—

Potions class was always a bore, especially with Professor Slughorn. Sirius couldn’t count the number of times he had fallen asleep on two hands. Sirius was in his fifth year now, and his OWLs were coming up. Remus had been studying for his OWLs since the beginning of the term, while Sirius couldn’t be bothered.

Something strange had started happening in his fifth year, however. Someone or multiple people began leaving him notes for when he was asleep in class. He couldn’t recognize the handwriting, but it was readable, and the letters were thorough, and that’s all that mattered.

It wasn’t until the summer going into seventh year that Sirius had gotten a note from Regulus in that same handwriting.

—

Thunderstorms were always calming, at least to Sirius they were. But he could remember the way Regulus would curl into his elder brother’s arms, scared of the loud booming sound. Sirius was seven years old when a storm began over Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Regulus - in his own bed - had been tossing and turning until grabbing the stuffed dog he slept with to go to Sirius’ room.

Regulus carefully climbed into the bed, trying not to wake his older brother but failed, “Reg? What’re you doing?”

“‘M scared.” Regulus muttered as Sirius opened his arms, “Thunder’s scary.”

“’S okay,” Sirius soothed, rubbing his brother’s back; Regulus nuzzled into Sirius’ collarbone, “I won’t let it get you.”

Regulus’ body relaxed, “Love you, Siri.”

“Love you so much more, Reg.”

When Sirius stopped falling, his vision was obscured by black and h/c hair. Two pairs of arms were wrapped around his skinny body. Sirius hesitantly placed his arms around the two different people. When he parted, he saw two very familiar faces. His twin siblings. Behind them were James and Lily Potter.

Tears were collecting in Sirius’ eyes, “You- You guys-“

“You’re here, Siri!” Y/n exclaimed happily, “You’re finally here!”

Regulus chuckled and elbowed his sister, “‘M not sure that’s a good thing, sis.”

Sirius smiled, “It’s a brilliant thing.”

“We missed you.” Regulus said, “But what about Harry?”

“Harry’s strong,” Lily commented; Godric Sirius had missed her voice, “He’ll be just fine.”

[partlystiles]

wheres my marlene and dorcas smut??🤨

right here my love

Smart Cookie - Dorlene x Reader (Smut)

marlene mckinnon x dorcas meadowes x fem!reader (smut)

summary: on her way to get a snack from her dorm, Y/N walks in on her two friends having sex and gets roped into their wonderful bliss

word count: 4,261

warnings: NSFW, swearing, thigh riding, hair pulling, strap use, slight choking??, pet names, oral sex, vaginal sex, slight voyeurism, threesome, praise

this was hot ngl

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“I did it, I did it, I did it and you can all suck it because I did it!”

Y/N L/N burst into the Gryffindor Common Room with a wide smile, paper in hand and eyes filled with delight. Everybody in the room covered with crimson and gold turned to face where she stood at the open portrait hole but the only people she was interested in were the ones around the fireplace.

Her friends all sat on the sofas and the armchairs in various positions since the rest of them had had a free period whilst Y/N was stuck in a stuffy divination classroom writing an essay on her dream journal and what each dream meant for the practice test. She then had to make a note on what each set of tea leaves Professor Trelawney provided her meant.

It was from memory so Y/N had a bit of a hard time but whilst she was doing her tea leaves, Trelawney marked the class’ essays and they got them back at the end of the lesson as well as their mark on the tea leaves after Trelawney had peered over at them and mumbled to herself before scribbling down the marks on the essay paper and given them the total.

Y//N had gotten full marks.

“Wow, what a wonderful greeting.” Sirius Black commented from where he lay on the carpet in front of the fireplace, he was just staring up at the ceiling boredly, half of his face bright because of the flames beside him.

“I did it!” Y/N sung as she didn’t respond to Sirius and instead ran around to her friends on the sofa and squeezed her way in between Remus, who had one arm on the back of the sofa and the other tapping his knee rhythmically, and Lily who was snuggled into James on the other side of her.

“What did you do exactly?” Remus Lupin plucked the paper from her hand with his hand that had been tapping his knee. Y/N grinned and adjusted her position so she was staring at Remus whilst he surveyed her test, his eyebrows raised impressively and Y/N laughed, plucking it from his hands again.

“I wanna see.” Mary proclaimed and reached up from her place on the floor with her back against the sofa to grab it from Y/N’s hands. “Well done, Y/N! Full marks.”

“Oh well done.” Peter looked up with a smile and Y/N grinned back at him, he then flicked his wrist and eyed his watch curiously. “Oh shit, guys we have to go otherwise we’ll be late.”

Everyone started packing up to get to Potions and Y/N wished them all a good lesson as they went, she didn’t qualify to take Potions after her O.W.Ls and although Professor Slughorn was happy to take all students, Y/N didn’t fancy it. She wanted to work in the muggle world so she didn’t necessarily need Potions for the job she wanted to do.

She had taken a fancy to baking and after visiting many bakeries in London and all around England, she quickly came to realise that that was what she wanted to do. Her friends had no objections, free treats every other day, Y/N made cookies for them all just yesterday.

Thinking of the cookies, she began to feel rather peckish and with a hum, she moved past the couple of stragglers in the Common Room and went up the stairs towards the dorm room where she knew the cookies were stored on the dresser covered by a handkerchief.

She got to the door of her dorm room and attempted to open it but was stalled by it being locked. With furrowed eyebrows, she took out her wand and casted the unlocking spell before walking straight inside the room and widening her eyes at what she saw and heard.

Lay down on Marlene’s bed was a naked Dorcas Meadows, dark hair sprawled all over the white pillow behind her whilst her pearly white teeth grinned up at the blonde Marlene McKinnon who was hovering over her, straddling her waist in black lingerie and whispering tenderly down to her.

Y/N paused for a good couple of seconds, eyes fixed onto Dorcas’ breasts and swapping in between them and Marlene’s ass in those lacey black knickers. It was only when she became more aware of her surroundings that she realised Dorcas’ mouth was opened just a bit and her head was tilted back as she moaned and Marlene laughed, hand down near Dorcas’ vagina.

Dorcas whimpered, eyes fluttering closed and chest heaving up and down as Marlene’s hand got quicker. It was a beautiful sight, one that Y/N never thought she’d be seeing and thought would be creepy if she stayed and watched. But as she quietly walked over to the dresser to grab the cookies and get out of there quickly, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from her friends on the bed.

“Fuck.” Dorcas moaned and Y/N bit her lip as she quietly lifted the plate of cookies, Marlene chuckled darkly and Dorcas whined again. Y/N could already feel her building arousal and so she backed up to the door again, eyes still on the way Marlene looked in that perfect set of underwear.

Her hand fumbled back to grab the doorknob and she kept her top row of teeth sunk into her bottom lip as her friends moaned with one another. She could hear how wet Dorcas was and the sounds that it made as Marlene touched her, it was incredibly arousing.

“Leaving already?” Marlene’s voice broke out as soon as Y/N had looked away to open the door, she froze and turned back around, trying not to gasp as she finally saw what Marlene’s breasts looked like in that bra.

They were almost spilling out from over it, pushed up and inviting. Dorcas had sat herself up on her elbows, smiling breathlessly and Y/N’s eyes darted down to her bare breasts too before she looked back at Marlene who cocked an eyebrow at her.

“I was just- uh, grabbing the cookies.” Y/N said just as breathless as Dorcas as she gestured to the plate of cookies in her shaking hand. “I didn’t mean to walk in on you guys.”

“Well the door was locked.” Marlene stood off of Dorcas and Y/N gaped at the full sight of the girls naked body laid down on the bed but she forced her eyes back to Marlene who was stood full in her view and she glanced her up and down before focusing on her eyes. “You must’ve known something was happening.”

She had a teasing pout on her face as she approached and Y/N backed herself against the door, breath taken from her at the sight. “I didn’t think about- I just wanted to get my cookies.”

Marlene was stood right in front of her now and she smirked, flipping over the handkerchief and taking a cookie from the plate and holding it with her lovely slender fingers and red painted nails. “And what was the excitement I heard down there before?”

“I, uh-” Y/N broke off as Marlene bit into the cookie, she had never thought that someone eating could be so damn sexy. Crumbs stuck to her lips but Marlene quickly ran her tongue over them to lick them up and Y/N’s breath hitched at Marlene’s smirk. “I passed my Divination test.”

She raised her eyebrows impressively and took another bite of the cookie, more crumbs on her lips and a couple even falling down to her breasts and lying there on her porcelain skin. Y/N stared at them but Marlene’s hand found it’s way to her chin, tilting it up.

“Well done. You are one smart cookie, huh?” She licked the crumbs slowly off of her lips, her mouth now glistening wet. She lowered her voice to a whisper. “Is this okay?”

Y/N’s mouth parted in shock again but she then nodded quickly and Marlene smiled before tilting Y/N’s head down so her eyes were staring at her breasts that had a couple crumbs on them.

“I can’t reach them.” Marlene sighed exaggeratedly and moved her hand from Y/N’s chin to the back of her her head and Y/N gasped slightly. “Want to try for me?”

Y/N nodded and slowly leaned her head forward to the inviting skin Marlene was showing her. Her boobs were so, so close and Y/N attached her lips to them at once, feeling Marlene stroke the back of her head as she kissed at the surface of her cleavage, she heard her take a deep breath and smirked against the skin, bringing her hands up to grip at them as she licked the crumbs away quickly but continued to press kisses against her friends breasts.

“Uh-uh.” Marlene caught her hands after one squeeze and her hand closed around Y/N’s hair before she pulled her head back and Y/N gasped, staring at Marlene as the girl held her head back. “Did I say you could touch?”

“No but I-”

“My pretty girl and I have been thinking about trying new things for a while.” Marlene released her hand and grabbed her hand instead, pulling Y/N over to the bed where Dorcas lay beautifully, staring at the two with spacey eyes. “And what better person to try it with than you?”

Y/N sat down on the edge of the bed whilst Marlene stayed standing. “Why me?”

“I see the way you look at Marls and I.” Dorcas said, giggling sitting up slowly and beginning to take Y/N’s cloak off of her arms. “Especially when we’re in our underwear.”

“Oh my god, I am so sorry-” Y/N’s cheeks flushed red, her cloak slipping off of her arms thanks to Dorcas who then began to mess with the hem of Y/N’s school jumper.

“She didn’t say we don’t look at you too.” Marlene said in a low voice and Y/N looked right into her eyes, almost whimpering at the look in them as Dorcas took hold of the bottom hem of the jumper and lifted it up and over Y/N’s head. “We both took a liking to you so it’s incredibly lucky you were the one to walk in.”

Marlene bent down and started to undo Y/N’s tie slowly, face right in hers and it was torture not to lean forward and kiss her lips. The tie was pulled off of her slowly and dangled in front of her face before being dropped to the floor and Y/N bit her lip as she felt Dorcas’ hands come around to her front and start unbuttoning her shirt.

Marlene crouched down and began massaging her hands over Y/N’s thighs, taking her shoes and tights off before going back to massaging her thighs underneath her skirt whilst Dorcas pulled off her shirt to reveal the bra she was wearing. Y/N then felt the soft lips of Dorcas touch her neck, which then resorted to open-mouthed kisses and pretty soon she was sucking that spot and Y/N was breathing heavily.

“What a pretty mark my girl made.” Marlene traced a finger over the marked spot on Y/N’s neck and her touch was like electricity. She then stood up and moved over to Dorcas, grabbing a fistful of her hair and tugging it back so she was facing upwards, Marlene connected their lips and they engaged in a passionate kiss that Y/N sat by and watched.

They parted, Dorcas with a giggle and Marlene with a small smirk as she stared at her girlfriend. Y/N breathed heavily as she looked at the two and began to take her skirt off but Marlene’s hand squeezing her cheeks stopped her in her movements.

“I want it on, princess.” She whispered, drawing a small whimper out of Y/N as she dropped her hands from her skirt. “What I want off are those soaked knickers you’re wearing, baby.”

Marlene crouched again and stuck her hand between Y/N’s thighs, tracing a finger over Y/N’s cunt from over the material. Y/N bucked her hips, gasping slightly and Dorcas stilled her with her hands on her knees whilst Marlene worked her fingers towards the elastic of Y/N’s knickers and plucked it against her skin.

“Off.”

Y/N scrambled to take them off, pushing them down her thighs and off of her feet before throwing them across the room. But Marlene caught them before they could go far and admired the prominent wet patch, showing it to Dorcas who giggled and kissed at Y/N’s neck again, hands circling around her to grasp at her bra-covered chest and squeeze.

Marlene discarded the knickers and crouched again, reaching a hand in between her thighs again and touching Y/N’s wetness which made her buck her hips once more, Dorcas continuing to squeeze her breasts and kiss at the exposed skin of her neck as Marlene touched her.

“Your pussy is so pretty, baby.” Marlene said and stood up more, face right in front of Y/N’s and finally she kissed her on the lips. Y/N stopped herself from reaching up and dragging her down for more and it was when Marlene entered a finger into Y/N that their lips disconnected. “Feel so nice.”

Y/N gasped, tilting her head back and it leant on Dorcas’ shoulder who laughed and continued marking her up. Marlene slowly thrusted a finger in and out as Y/N let gasps escape her from the feeling and the couple beside her praised her lovingly as she let them touch her.

“Such a pretty bunny.” Dorcas whispered right in her ear and Y/N moaned quietly, arching her back slightly and Dorcas laughed again, fingers coming to unclip Y/N’s bra and take it away from her. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

“Can’t wait to see how you’ll look riding my gorgeous girl’s thigh.” Marlene took her fingers out and Y/N opened her eyes from where they had fluttered shut and stared confusedly at Marlene before she felt the loss of Dorcas and looked at the other girl with her eyebrows furrowed.

She adjusted her position so she was completely on the bed and watched as Dorcas sat against the headboard and Marlene sat by her side, both of them looking at Y/N. Marlene beckoned her over and Y/N had never moved so quickly in her life, she knelt next to Dorcas let Marlene instruct her.

Y/N straddled Dorcas’ thigh and immediately her breath hitched at the stimulation to her clit and Dorcas smiled, hands coming to rest at her hips as Marlene situated herself behind Y/N and circled her arms around to grope at her breasts. She moaned and leant her head back at Marlene’s closeness and then moaned again as Dorcas moved her hips along her thigh manually.

“Move yourself, baby.” Marlene whispered against her skin and she breathed softly as she began to drag herself along Dorcas’ thigh, enjoying the stimulation against her clit.

A shiver went up her spine as she continued to move against her, breathing shakily and getting faster with every rut. Dorcas flexed her thigh from underneath her and moved forward to move her faster which had her gasping and trying to grip Marlene whilst moaning. The stimulation against her clit got faster and rougher and Marlene’s hands were squeezing her breasts harshly, only adding to the pleasure.

Y/N moaned as she bucked faster, whimpering whilst her hand managed to bury itself in Marlene’s hair. Dorcas even started to bounce her thigh which sent sparks of pleasure through her whilst her tits started to bounce but didn’t get very far as Marlene had them in her grasp and was tweaking her nipples over and over. The two of them turned Y/N into a moaning mess.

“I’m gonna-” She cut herself off with a loud moan, rutting faster in chase of her first release as Dorcas leaned further forward and stuffed her face into her neck, kissing and sucking and even nipping slightly at the skin there as she continued to bounce her thigh. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Holy fuck.” Dorcas gasped, falling back against the headboard and gripping Y/N’s hips again, moving her faster whilst the girl moaned louder. One of Marlene’s hands travelled down until she was playing with Y/N’s clit again whilst she dragged against Dorcas.

“Shit baby.” Marlene grabbed a handful of Y/N’s hair and pulled it back again harshly, Y/N moaned out but was shut up by the rough kiss the blonde engaged them in. “Cum for us, princess, cum now.”

Y/N let the orgasm flow through her at once whilst her legs shook on either side of Dorcas’ thigh and Marlene laughed into her ear as she breathed onto her neck and the girl below them massaged Y/N’s waist and sides before her hands cupped her breasts when Marlene had moved away and gotten off the bed before walking over to the chest of drawers.

Dorcas helped Y/N roll off of her and kissed her lips once before massaging one of her thighs as Y/N continued to breathe slightly heavier. That was possibly the best orgasm she had ever had and it happened because she was sleeping with her two best friends.

Dorcas let out another giggle, one of the sweetest sounds, and began to kiss at chest, spreading marks all over whilst Marlene gets back on the bed again and stroked Dorcas’ side. She squeezed her ass for a moment and Dorcas laughed, sitting up and kissing her girlfriend passionately.

They parted and Marlene slowly lowered Dorcas to the centre of the bed, hand delicately on her throat and Dorcas peered up at the blonde with lust-filled eyes, bit her lip and complied with her new position before Marlene directed her attention to Y/N once more.

“That feel good, bunny?” She stroked a hand over Y/N’s stomach, squeezing her right tit once before letting her fingers drag across her skin again.

“Mhm.” Y/N hummed, facing the blonde still in her lingerie. She longed to see what was behind them and Marlene must’ve noticed the look in her eye as she bit her lip with a smile and slowly unclipped the black push up bra, taking it off and letting her boobs drop freely.

Y/N and Dorcas both let out breathy moans at the sight and Marlene smirked at them as she held Dorcas down in her position and let Y/N sit up and come dangerously close before she placed a hand on her neck again and smirked whilst Y/N whined.

“I’m gonna give you something better to taste.” Marlene whispered and gestured to Dorcas who was watching the two with a wide-eyed gaze. Y/N looked back to Marlene and she gripped her cheeks, squeezing them and forcing her to face Dorcas again. “You’re gonna eat our pretty baby out whilst I fuck you with my strap, huh?”

Y/N glanced down and indeed Marlene was wearing a strap which she had no idea how she hadn’t noticed as soon as she had returned from the drawers. Marlene forced Y/N’s head to face her again and raised her eyebrows. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Y/N answered breathlessly and slightly muffled from Marlene’s grip on her face. The girl grinned and let go of her face to slap her ass over the skirt whilst Y/N scrambled over to hover over Dorcas’ beautiful body.

She started kissing at Dorcas’ neck first, making matching marks on her skin that she had on hers and enjoying listening to her pretty sounds whilst Marlene waited behind them, watching interestedly. Dorcas whimpered quietly as Y/N moved to her breasts, every touch like an electric spark and it only amplified as she got lower and eventually pushed her legs apart so she could stare at the girls slick cunt.

“Isn’t she pretty?” Marlene leant over Y/N, boobs pressing against her back as she touched Dorcas’ thigh and the girl jolted at the touch.

“So pretty.” Y/N moaned and leant down to kiss at the inside of her thighs, getting closer and closer to the main spot. Dorcas’ breaths rose too and when Y/N went in with her flat tongue licking up her pussy, Dorcas moaned quietly and arched her back.

“Fuck.” She whined as Y/N flicked her tongue skilfully on her cunt and Marlene watched, chuckling at the sight in front of her before she approached and pulled Y/N’s ass up, pushing her head further into Dorcas.

Both girls moaned and /Marlene smirked at the sounds, mouth falling agape whilst she flipped up Y/N’s skirt to reveal her bare skin. The blonde gave it a little smack (which made Y/N moan into Dorcas and Dorcas moan out into the dorm) before she squeezed it hard and left fingerprints in the skin.

Marlene reached her hand down to play with Y/N’s clit before she entered her and Y/N moaned again, the domino effect of having Dorcas make a sound happened against whilst Y/N lapped at her cunt. When Y/N was wet enough, Marlene lined up the strap with her entrance carefully and pushed in slowly.

Yet another loud moan tore itself out of Y/N’s throat and this time she attempted to look up but Marlene pushed her head back into Dorcas who shot a hand down and took a handful of Y/N’s hair to keep her there. Dorcas even started to grind herself into Y/N’s face, chasing her own release with helpless moans as Marlene slowly pushed further into Y/N.

She started to go in and out in a quick and rough rhythm, speaking dirty words through gritted teeth whilst slamming and thrusting into Y/N. Moans were spilling from her lips with no mercy and she tried her best to keep up her work on Dorcas but her moans were too forceful to keep quiet.

Dorcas’ tits were bouncing up and down over and over as she kept up her grinding against Y/N’s face. Y/N’s hands grabbed at her legs and stilled her for a moment so she could lap at her more easily, Dorcas’ moans were worth it.

Marlene was relentless, pulling out all the way and then slamming back in over and over and over again with praise and profanities spilling shamelessly from her. “Fuck princess you feel so nice, let me hear those pretty little sounds of yours. You too, baby.”

At her words, the two girls let out moans which were met with groans from Marlene as she thrusted in and out relentlessly with her eyes on Y/N’s face in Dorcas’ cunt. Dorcas sat herself up on her elbows, face screwed up in pleasure as she tried to look down at where Y/N was eating her out but she instead met eyes with Marlene pounding Y/N with her strap and could’ve cum at the sight.

“Y/N-” She cut herself off, her eyes rolling back in her head when Y/N’s tongue hit a sweet spot on her pussy, Marlene slammed into Y/N relentlessly and laughed at Dorcas’ fucked out expression before going impossibly faster into Y/N for her pleasure and Dorcas’ view.

“What’s wrong?” Marlene asked with a smirk, squeezing at Y/N’s ass again and she moaned into Dorcas again and made her eyes roll back once more. “You gonna cum on Y/N’s tongue? Come on pretty girl, cum.”

Dorcas gasped, whining loudly whilst her hips bucked up into Y/N’s face and her tongue followed her cunt, continuing her ruthless attack whilst the girl fell apart below her. Her legs shook and every moan raised an octave higher until her moans were silent and her breaths were ragged, her release splashing out onto Y/N’s face before Dorcas fell back against the mattress and moaned again.

“Fuck.” Marlene groaned and pulled out of Y/N, much to her dismay, she flipped the girl around and turned her so they were putting on a show for Dorcas. Y/N’s face was wet but Marlene didn’t seem to mind and just ferociously kissed her lips and pushed back in.

Y/N moaned as she did so and her eyes rolled back into their head when Marlene returned to her previous speed. It was when the strap pushed up against her G-Spot that her loudest moan of the night came out and she nodded, rushing out moans and pleads and praise to Marlene who sped up on that particular spot and worked her hips faster than ever as Y/N fell apart in her hands.

“Such a pretty bunny.” She cooed as she thrusted, knowing full well she was where she wanted her as she could both feel it and her moans of confirmation were sending her close to her release much like she was. “You gonna be a good girl and cum for me, huh? Yeah, princess?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes...” Y/N rushed and Marlene smirked, grabbing her legs and wrapping them around her to help her hit a new angle and Y/N went speechless from underneath her, her mouth falling open, eyes rolling back and silent moans coming out of her whilst her legs shook around Marlene’s waist. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, yes...”

“Holy fuck.” Marlene breathed out, her trusts slower now that Y/N had cum and after a couple of seconds, she pulled out, leaving Y/N empty and breathing heavily on the mattress. Marlene then looked to Dorcas, yet to cum, and a smirk perked up on her lips. “Is my baby gonna help me cum?”

Both Y/N and Dorcas perked up as Marlene approached the latter, Y/N just watched as Marlene removed her strap and her knickers before she sat bare near Dorcas’ face; this was going to be a show.

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Do you have any headcanons for Remus that are essential to you/maybe unpopular? I’m really curious about the particularities of your Remus depiction

hi doll!! i thought long and hard abt this ask. remus is my fave, my best boy, my terrible little man so!! i definitely have some thoughts, but i feel largely that its not as much that my headcanons are unpopular, than it is that i really, really don't like some of the remus headcanons that are popular? anyway, thinking about the consistencies in the way i imagine remus, this is what i came up with. under the cut because i talk way too much!

judging from a post i made earlier in the week this isnt necessarily unpopular, but its important to me that remus is not portrayed as some conventionally attractive god. christ, that's so boring to me, that's such a boring thing to do to his character. its one thing for sirius to think he's beautiful, like - yeah, the guy is stupid for him - but actually he looks like a normal, pretty scrawny guy. its everything else about him that makes him so attractive. he's attractive the same way a darned sock is charming!! he's attractive in a scribbly, smudged kinda way!! also any portrayal of remus being especially strong/toned/commanding/possessive because of the wolf....i hate it i hate it i hate it. the wolf leaves him weaker. he does not find strength in it.

drawing a little from canon remus here, but a flaw i consistently give him + enjoy seeing is the strange, sacrificial martyr complex he has, or more so the way he sees his own suffering. remus doesnt really know any better than it, but i always like characterisations where he, at least as a younger man, has a tendency to obsess over it to the point where he needs to be troubled and edgy and tragic to be himself, to be interesting and to have purpose. especially in regards to his feelings toward sirius, i love love love a remus that feels he has to suffer for his love, even though he literally doesn't. i think he has the capacity to be an incredibly pretentious person.

pretty common but definitely essential: working class remus! not just as an adult when he's struggling with employment, but remus from a working class background is near and dear and essential to me as a person from a working class background themselves, especially amidst a cast where many of them are comfortably upper class.

i don't really go for organised, put together, tidy remus lupin. i feel like there's generally two extremes around here where he's either the lone responsible Adult, or a fucking mess. i much prefer him being a fucking mess. i don't think he's had water in four days, i don't think he's slept in two, i think all his clothes are in a pile underneath his bed, i think he'll write the essay but he'll do it at four in the morning on the day its due. he's a disaster.

coward. coward remus lupin rights. absolutely. also hesitant. if he does the right thing it might take him a while to get round to it, yknow. he's going to wallow in the situation for a bit first

soooo pretentious about music + literature. and as ive said before, his dress sense, for a variety of reasons, is so fucking shit and half-assed. he doesn't care!!

its pretty much essential to me, at least in a canon compliant universe, that he's got a very particular sort of relationship with his dad. to be honest i have so many thoughts on the lupins as a family unit and lyall in particular. i think they're fascinating, and im not big on remus and lyall having a perfect relationship once lyall atones for his earlier prejudice. lyall loves his son but that is surely distorted by the fact that every time he looks at him he is going to be reminded of the worst mistake of his life, lol. i also think he's very hard + strict on remus about keeping his secret/keeping his grades up/doing everything he can to secure some kind of future despite his affliction. neither of them are good at communicating so his worry often translates into anger, which leads to a lot of arguments and a strained, less familiar relationship. they don't understand each other, especially after hope dies. remus absolutely gets his inability to communicate his feelings from his father. but hope is a dream!

not essential but i will always write him as welsh <3 its so important to me <3

he's an awkward guy. he's fiddly and he sits like his limbs are too long for him to know what to do with them and he's always picking at loose threads on his clothes, or scabs, and he's absolutely a nail biter. the other boys slap his hand away from his mouth when they see him doing it but. his nails are consistently in a proper fucking state.

i think he's a bastard and an arsehole but i dont think remus was mean. i like the idea of a kind remus lupin, even if he's a mess and a bit of a prick to people that he felt wouldn't be hurt by it. he'll do people a favour, he'll take his time to help people out! he's a selfless guy, and he might be ridiculously late but he'll turn up. i dont even think he was sassy, and i really dont like the way thats slowly progressed to him often just being portrayed as...mean? he was witty and sarcastic around his friends but like. sassy is not a word id ever use to describe remus lupin lmao. idk. though he's a tosser and he's insufferable, he's not rude.

not a headcanon but i just want to say again. we should let him punch people more often. he wont be good at it but we should let him have a go anyway

oh also he's a socialist. like at the very least lol.

EDIT: had to add this in but. he's lovely. he's so lovely.

okay i could talk forever on the guy but this is already! way too much! so i'll stop here. thank u anon i will always be up for talking about this dumb little guy!!