#open the refrigerator? remus

[rosepetalgold]

Absolutely dying over the fact that Remus not only canonically hangs out in dark closets for no apparent reason but also that Janus knows to look for him there

[lionizingheathen]

can you do a part 2 from Flatmate!Remus Lupin? Thank you <3

Sure thing

Flatmate!Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Spanking, Mirror Sex, Rough Smut, Hickeys, Pet Names, Multiple Orgasms, squirting, Choking, Cockwarming

Honestly, you barely remembered going to the store, all you knew was you apparated home the moment you could, hastily putting the milk and eggs into the refrigerator before making your way back toward your bedroom, stripping off your clothing along the way, making sure you were naked as you knocked on your door.

"Get in here." You heard Remus call, and you rubbed your thighs together at the tone of his voice. You opened the door to see him sitting on the edge of your bed, his cock hard, hand working it up and down as he looked over at you.

"Fuck, you look so good..." You walked over, intent to settle on his lap, but he stopped you, hooking his arm around your waist and flipping your bodies so you were laying against the mattress, head on the pillows.

"I'm going down on you first." He mumbled, bringing a hand up to rub at your clit, making you let out a high whine. He groaned to himself as he slid a finger inside of you, fucking you lazily before he pulled out, looking at his hand with a smirk before leaning up, pressing it between your lips. You sucked his finger, looking down at him before he pulled back "Shit, you're so wet... God, you look so good... Gonna taste even better." He leaned down, flicking his tongue over your cunt, making you gasp and shiver.

"Wanna... feel you inside me... please." You whimpered, but he held your hips down and settled more firmly between your thighs, pushing your legs further open.

"Not until I'm done. Gonna get you nice and ready, okay? Gonna make you feel so good." He said, and before you could respond he ducked down, sucking your clit between his lips before flattening his tongue against your cunt, licking up it, making you gasp and jerk against his face. It'd been months since any guy had even considered the thought of going down on you, and even longer before anyone had done it well.

"Fuck, Remus... Feels so good." You gasped, tangling your fingers into his hair as he grunted, pulling you against his face and moving your hips so you were grinding against his tongue. You shuddered, trying to pull back, to lessen the sensation just a bit, but he followed you, folding your over so you couldn't get away. Fuck, no one had ever been this eager before.

"Remus... Oh my god..." You moaned, and he pulled back for a moment, grinning down at you, his chin glistening and his lips wet. Fuck, he looked good.

"Never gone by that name, baby, but we can certainly try it." You rolled your eyes, but he was back at it before you could say anything. He brought his hand up, thrusting his finger inside you again, curling it so he was massaging inside of you, making your eyes roll back. Fuck, he'd found it so fast...

"Remus... Close... getting so close..." You whined, and he only increased his pace, making your mouth drop open as your body seized up and you let out the most unholy moan you'd ever heard in your life. Remus Lupin was giving you the best orgasm of your life, licking it up frantically, moaning and grunting against you like a starved man. When you fell back against the pillows he pulled back, leaning down to kiss you messily. You felt his cock prod against you and you reached down, guiding him inside as you both gasped.

"I'll go slow." He promised, and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head at the man who was hardly restraining himself above you.

"Don't you fucking dare." You responded, and he gave you a look that boardered on feral as he thrust his entire cock inside of you quickly, making you let out a loud gasp, your nails scratching hard down his back.

"Like that? Wanna be forced to take all of me? Wanna cum around this cock, baby?" He growled, biting down hard on your collarbone as he fucked into you quickly, establishing a brutal pace without any chance for adjustment. Good. God, he was so fucking big.

"Yes Remus! Want it! Please!"

"God, you're so good... Fuck, this cunt... Can see why no one can last with you, you feel like a fucking goddess." He groaned, his pace increasing again as he pressed his thumb against your clit, making you jump.

"Harder, Remus. Ruin me, please!" You begged, and he chuckled, giving you a cocky grin. So fucking hot.

"You sound like such a slut... You've never sounded like this for anyone else, I would know." He said, sounding a bit breathless, and you nodded. None of them deserved it, none of them had earned that side of you.

"Only you... Only yours." You reminded him, and he nodded, chewing on his lips.

"God, you're so good." He said, flipping you easily onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so you were on your hands and knees as he fucked into you.

"Only for you." You sighed, and he spanked your ass hard, making you jump and moan. God, that had felt fucking good.

"Perfect."

"Oh! Again!" You begged, and he brought his hand down hard again, making you gasp as you thrust your hips back into his hand, prompting him to do it again and again, making you let out high whines and whimpers. He pulled away once your skin was hot, the cold air making you shake.

"You're gonna be sore." He mumured, and you nodded. Yeah. Fucking of course.

"I want you to fucking ruin me." You groaned, and he continued thrusting inot you, letting out little sighs and moans above you. Part of you was a little disappointed that you could no longer see his face, but the new angle felt so fucking good, you couldn't even complain.

"It's even better like this, fuck..." He gripped your hips, pulling him back against him so he could fuck you harder, forcing the breath out of you with each thrust. "Look so pretty... So good... You've gotta get a mirror in here." He groaned, and you lifted your head, looking over your shoulder, though you couldn't see him.

"Why?"

"I'm gonna fuck you in front of it, make you watch as I make you fall apart." He said, as though it should've been obvious. But it wasn't and the thought alone was enough to nearly send you over the edge.

"I'm close... so close..." You gasped, and Remus brought his hand down hard again, and again, making you whimper as you shuddered, trying to stave off your orgasm until he said you could... it just felt right.

"Cum. Cum all over my cock, baby." He growled, and you collapsed down, face buried in the bed as you screamed out his name, scratching into the sheets, scrabbling your hands at anything you could reach as you writhed beneath him. God, you finally understood what people meant when they said they were seeing stars.

"Remus! Holy shit!" You gasped, and you felt your body get white hot, your vision blurring for a moment as he fucked you hard through your orgasm. You let out a near scream as you felt wetness splash back agianst him, your face burning as he paused, running his hand over your leg before pulling it back.

"Oh my god..." He murmured, and you tried to pull away, to move away from him.

"Fuck, Fuck I'm sorry-." He cut you off with a hard slap on your ass, making you yelp before he continued his brutal pace.

"You are so fucking hot, you know that?" He asked, and you gasped, your breath coming out in pants as he pushed it out of you, making you fall to your elbows.

"Remus-." You tried, but you couldn't get yourself to say a full sentence. You were too full.

"Gonna make you do that every fucking night." He growled, and you groaned, feeling his hand close around your throat as he reached around you, rubbing frantically at your clut. How the fuck was he doing this with such ease?

"Oh my god... Harder! Harder, please!" You gasped, and he chuckled, pressing his body flat against your back as he tightened his grip on your throat, making your eyes roll back in your head as you felt him thrusting hard and deep inside of you.

"You like it rough, huh?" He asked in your ear and you whimpered, nodding. None of the guys you were with had ever been bold enough to try anything with you... even when you asked.

"Love it." Remus chuckled darkly, biting down on the back of your neck before he pulled back from your neck, gathering your hair up to yank it back.

"Well." He tugged hard, making you gasp. "Lucky you, then." His pace increased again, and you felt like you were going to fall apart all over again. God, had this man studied how to make a woman cum so quickly? Was he just naturally this talented? Currently, you didn't care, you'd write each and every person he'd been with a thank you letter for making sure he could fuck you this good.

"Close again... Remus, oh my god." You gasped, feeling yourself begin to tremble again beneath him. He let out strained grunt, his thrusts getting sloppy inside of you.

"Cum with me, come on baby... cum with me." He gasped, and you nodded, feeling yourself start to tumble over the edge as he stilled inside of you, the feeling of his cum filling you up sending you right over the edge.

"Yes... Yes! Oh my god!" You whined, your eyes rolling back as he sent you soaring once again before you both collapsed, breathing heavily. He flipped you over, his cock still deep inside of you as he pulled you into a tight hug, not letting go until your trembling ceased. He went to carefully pull out, but you stopped him, pulling your legs up around his waist.

"No, don't." You said, and he looked confused, but he stopped moving.

"Why not?"

"I want you to stay inside. I like being this close to you." You mumbled against his skin, and he nodded, letting out a sigh as he carefully turned the two of you to the side, looking into your eyes with a goofy grin.

"You were goddamn amazing." He said, and you grinned, nodding at him. He was so fucking good, you knew he would be.

"You too Remus. Made me see fucking stars." You sighed, and he nodded, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips.

"That was the plan." He pressed a kiss to your forehead next. "I'm fucking you again, I hope you know that."

"Oh, I know. I was planning on that." You said, and he yawned, nodding. That was a good sign.

"Good. Smart girl." He mumbled, and a few minutes later you felt his breathing steady, and you smiled. He was calmer, that was the whole point.

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Running from the Daylight (Part 2 Final)

Regulus Black AU

Request: @iluvthe-marauders HI LOVELYYY, HAVENT HAD TUMBLR IN AGESSSSS. Dont know if you remember but i was the one who asked for different harry potter characters and wanted to ask if you'd do a regulus oneshot. where y/n is a halfblood (Remus’ sister) and they run away together?

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: T

Link to Part 1

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Remus and Sirius arrived back home after midnight to a quiet house. Sirius stood tapping his foot as Remus unlocked the door.

“I can’t believe you didn’t get me cotton candy.”

Remus rolled his eyes before opening the door.

“I can not help that the theater’s cotton candy machine was down. I promise we will go back next week and get you some.”

Sirius scoffed.

“I’ll take Y/n to a movie. She will get cotton candy too.”

Remus chuckled. He made a mental note to tell you that you needed to tell Sirius no more often. You treated him like some kind of pet, making Remus’ life difficult.

“You can be really annoying sometimes. You are aware of that, right?”

Remus said over his shoulder as he tossed his coat on the couch. Sirius was chuckling to himself as he moved to go get a beer out of the refrigerator.

“Yeah, but you love me so there.”

Remus smirked while shaking his head. He was not about to feed into Sirius’ foolishness (no matter how right he was on the subject). A small envelope on the coffee table caught Remus’ attention. It had both his and Sirius’ names on the front.

Frowning, Remus walked over and picked the envelope up. Right away, Remus noticed your handwriting.

“Is she leaving us love notes again?”

Sirius asked, coming back into the room while shoving popcorn into his mouth. Remus rolled his eyes.

“She’s probably begging me to marry you so you don’t go get lost some place.”

Sirius gave Remus a cold glare as his lover tore open the envelope.

“To Sirius and Remus, By the time the two of you read this, I will be out of contact. There have been many things that I have been hiding and it is time that the both of you know. I have been dating Regulus for a while. We are running away together. This is the only way that we can be together and no one have a problem with it. Remus, I know you of all people won’t be happy. You are my big brother and I love you but you need to let me make my own decisions. If I was honest and told you that I was dating Regulus, you would have flipped. Please know that I am not doing this to hurt you. I hope, in time, we can meet again and put this behind us. I beg you to take care of yourself and I love you. Sirius, I want you to know that you were right about Regulus. There is more to him than some cold member of the Black family. He isn’t a death eater and no longer “drinks the family koolaid.” He and I….we are what each other needs. Regulus is still your brother and he loves you. I hope to see the two of you sooner rather than later. I’m sorry but I have to go.

Love, Y/n.”

Remus stared at the letter with his mouth open. Sirius shoved a few more mouthfuls of popcorn in his mouth before realizing that Remus had gone dead silent.

“Moony, what…”

“Y/n ran off with Regulus!”

Sirius stood motionless. He tilted his head as if he was trying to process what his lover actually said. Did Sirius hear Remus right? You ran off with Regulus? Why would you run off with Regulus? Did you even know Regulus? Sirius had never witnessed the two of you speak to each other.

“Regulus? Like my brother Regulus?”

Remus ran a hand through his hair, fighting the urge to start jumping up and down.

“How many other guys named Regulus do you know?”

Sirius held his hands up defensively.

“Just my brother. Why would Y/n run off with Regulus? Do they even know each other apart from us?”

Remus handed Sirius the letter. Sirius frowned as he read the letter, his eyes widening with each word. While he wanted to panic that you jumped ship with his little brother in the middle of the war…he couldn’t. Sirius read your words to him about “being right about Regulus.” Regulus wasn’t a bad guy.

“Regulus is still my little brother, after all.”

Sirius smiled at the thought. His little brother…the real Regulus…the boy Sirius adored so much was still in there. Sirius also smiled at the thought of you being the one who gave him this information. You would be good for Regulus just as Remus was good for him. Sirius could live with that.

“Sirius, say something.”

Remus ordered, feeling on edge. He didn’t know what he was going to do but he needed to do something. Remus was nearly ready to go run about the neighborhood looking for you. Sirius took a breath before speaking.

“Remus, I need you to breathe, mate. Look, I didn’t know about this either. I have my concerns but…they are like us. Maybe Y/n is good for Reg. Let’s give them a chance. Let them come to us.”

Remus paced around quietly for a moment.

“She’s my sister, Sirius.”

Sirius nodded before moving to put a hand on the small of Remus’ back.

“She will always be your sister but for right now Y/n is what Regulus needs. Trust me.”

(two weeks later)

The sound of a tea kettle whistling woke you up from a sound sleep. Yawning, you reached over to Regulus’ side of the bed. His pillow was cold indicating that he had been up for some time. You stretched with a smile before slowly getting out of bed and looking out the window.

You would never get tired of the sight in front of you. Everything was peaceful. Waking up in a quaint little cottage with a field of wildflowers near a lake was your own personal heaven. From the moment that you arrived at the cottage life changed completely. You had gone from being stuck in the middle of a war with no idea how the future would play out to pure blissful peace.

The sound of a small bang in the kitchen tore you from your thoughts. Regulus muttering “son of a bitch” made you smile.

Regulus

That was another thing that you couldn’t help but smile about. In the course of two weeks, you had seen Regulus make a complete change. Now he was no longer the brooding moody young man who always looked mad at the world. He smiled more than you had ever seen him smile before. You noticed how much Regulus being happy reminded you of Sirius. Happy was exactly how you loved seeing Regulus.

Your mind went back to the morning that you arrived at the cottage…

“This place hasn’t changed since I was a child.”

Regulus commented as he sat his bag down. You were looking around the cottage with a pleased little smile on your face.

“It's lovely. I can see why your uncle bought that place.”

Regulus nodded as he started looking through the cabinets.

“As much as Alphard loved our family, he loved being in peace that much more. He saw the cracks and crazy in the Black family. Thank Merlin he saw a way out and away from it all.”

You turned to face Regulus as he took off his suit jacket and started rolling his sleeves up.

“Now we can have our peace.”

You replied as Regulus’ grey eyes rolled up your face.

“Yes, we can. We can have our happily ever after without this stupid war or whatever garbage is going on back in reality land. Maybe in time, Remus won’t hate me for conning you into running away with me.”

You moved to wrap your arms around Regulus’ neck.

“You didn’t do any conning. I wanted to leave as much as you did. I’m not brave like my brother and friends. I don’t want to be involved in some war where people I love on both sides die.”

Regulus frowned before wrapping an around your waist.

“You are braver than you know. You left everything behind for some boy who never deserved a moment of your grace and love.”

“The boy who deserved all of the grace and love.”

You countered with a smile. Regulus leaned his forehead against yours. He didn’t know that you saw the happy smile on his face…but you did.

“Well..if you say so. You know, we’ve never had the opportunity to dance together.”

You couldn’t help the chuckle as Regulus slowly began to move with you in his arms.

“We’ve never had the opportunity.”

Regulus nodded.

“Now we do. Every day…anytime that you want.”

The bedroom door opening pulled you from your thoughts. Regulus stepped in with a small smile on his face.

“Sorry, I didn’t wake you…did I?”

You shook your head before moving to snuggle back into your boyfriend’s waiting arms.

“No…I heard you fighting with the stove.”

Regulus rolled his eyes.

“That damned thing is a menace. We might have to invest in a new one before I catch that one on fire. I see why Kreacher hated our stove at Grimmauld Place now.”

Regulus didn’t have to say it for you to know that he missed Kreacher. That was the only part of his family that he missed.

“We can get a new one whenever you want or you can let me do the cooking. I admire you for trying but I was born to cook on shitty stoves.”

Regulus rolled his eyes before looking back at the bed.

“You haven’t made the bed yet.”

You nodded.

“I just got out of it.”

Regulus reached out to gently push the strap of your nightgown off of your shoulder.

“We can mess it up a little more before you make it up…for the day.”

Wrapping your arm around his shoulders, you stood on your tiptoes kissing Regulus slowly.

“I love that idea.”

Right as things were starting to get heated there was a loud knock at the door. Regulus pulled away as you reached for your silk robe.

“Who the hell is that? We don’t have friends. That is the problem with visitors. They always come visiting.”

You grabbed your wand and followed Regulus down the stairs. Part of you was wondering if it was the friendly widow who lived down the road a bit. The other part worried that it was some member of the Black family to attempt to drag Regulus home.

“Do you have your wand?”

Regulus whispered.

“Armed and ready to go.”

You replied as Regulus moved to the front door. He was ready to hex whoever the hell it was to kingdom come and back.

The moment that he opened it, Regulus was shocked to see Sirius on the other side. Sirius stood holding what looked like a geranium in a tacky ceramic pot while Remus stood behind him looking super uncomfortable.

Regulus tilted his head to the side while you came to join him at the door. You were clearly as surprised as Regulus was.

“Hello?”

Regulus managed to get out while Sirius smiled.

“Hello, happy couple…I brought you a plant.”

Sirius held out the geranium to his younger brother with a grin. Regulus slowly took the flower with an uncomfortable expression.

“Um, thanks. How did you two find us?”

Sirius glanced over his shoulder praying that Remus had listened to that whole “be nice and don’t strangle him” talk.

“Can we come in?”

You moved aside as did Regulus. Sirius and Remus walked in closing the door behind them.

“Did you two steal this from the old woman down the street? I saw her potting this plant last week.”

Regulus commented before sitting the geranium down. Sirius shrugged.

“She won’t miss it. So….here we are and here you are.”

Regulus nodded, sitting down.

“Yes. Here we are. Again, how did you find us?”

Sirius grinned.

“Uncle Alphard told me after I wrote him.”

“How long?”

Remus finally commented. Both Regulus and yourself turned to face your older brother. You could see the unease in Remus’ eyes. How he was remaining calm was a mystery.

You placed a hand on Regulus’ shoulder before speaking to Remus directly.

“Two years.”

“Two years!!?? The two of you have been dating for two years and no one said a word. Y/n, this is big. You could have married this man by now…wait, you two aren’t married are you?”

Regulus raised an eyebrow before holding up your hand that had a diamond ring on it.

“Not yet but we will be. This is exactly why we didn’t tell you, Lupin. You are spazzing out and acting ridiculous. Family reactions are the reason why we didn’t say anything. My family would never accept Y/n and would potentially hurt her. You are…well…you are acting as I expected.”

Remus went instantly silent before muttering “fuck me” under his breath. He took a few deep breaths before speaking. Looking at your face, Remus stared at you hard for a few moments. No longer were you the little girl that chased after him always wanting to be part of her big brother’s activities. Now you were a grown woman with a life of her own…a grown woman who deserved to have the life that she wanted.

Regulus was busy watching Remus hoping the other man didn’t burst into a fit of tears. He was not ready to deal with that!

“I apologize…to both of you. You have to understand that is my only family left, Regulus. Outside of Sirius, Y/n has been my forever friend. It hurts knowing that both of you felt this was the only option…but I understand. I was wrong to judge your happiness. Y/n, is this what you want?”

You squeezed Regulus’ shoulder.

“It is, Remus. I love Regulus very much. He’s very good to me and I’m happy. I know you are worried but I want you to be happy for me. I found my person must like you found yours….your plant stealing person.”

Sirius giggled. Remus stared at Sirius before shaking his head.

“Yeah, my plant-stealing person. Fine, if you two are happy then I’m happy for you. Regulus, please take care of her.”

Regulus reached up to squeeze your hand that was resting on his shoulder.

“I would die for her.”

Sirius stood up clapping his hands together before going off in search of breakfast.

“Now that is out of the way…who is going to feed me breakfast? You two should have seen the mad dash we made to get here.”

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[jellyfishsthings]

Warnings: minors do not interact, smut, male!masturbating, fem!character no use of y/n, remus being a simp

Remus sighed as he closed the door and left his keys on the table along with his towel. His eyes fell on a message that was left in the refrigerator.

Hi Rem,

A new lead was found in the case I am working on. I will come home late. Don't wait for me.

Love,

Dad

Great, another day at home alone, he thought bitterly. Sure his father tried his best to be home early and since his mum died he had to work twice as hard to make ends meet, but he missed having someone to share his dinner with. He took a long calming breath and his mind wandered to today's travel at the beach.

His cock was aching so hard. Just remembering how good she looked in the navy blue bikini that hugged her curves perfectly. He shook his head, trying to chase away that thought. He opened the refrigerator reaching for a frozen pizza and put it in the oven. I should take a bath. A cold shower to be specific.

Going up the stairs he started rummaging for new clothes as a text notification sounds from his phone. Thanks for coming with me to the beach. I really liked it, I hope we will go again sometime. Say hi to your dad for me! He liked the message and opened his camera roll. New pictures of the two of them filling all his phone screen. And… there she was, a smile lighting up her face, sunglasses adorning her somewhat sunburned face that was being framed by her windblown wet from the sea hair. She was wearing that white towel around her shoulders hiding some parts of her beautiful frame along with that navy blue bikini that was in stark contrast with her skin and seemed to mock him.

If he knew that he had to drive the two of them to the beach for one hour just to see her happy, he would do it again a hundred times in a heartbeat without second thoughts. That's what friends did right? Oh God, who was he kidding? He hasn't been thinking about her that way for a long time. Regaining her trust and reforming their friendship that has been violated by all the hurtful stuff they said to each other while they argued on account of their academic rivalry, was the best decision he ever made. Just the fact that she had been complaining to him about the scorching weather and convinced him to get their swimsuits to go to the beach was enough to prove that point. She wanted to spend time with him and felt comfortable to be around him only in that damned bikini that has been haunting his thoughts for the past few hours.

He removed his swim trunk and sprayed himself with freezing water, hoping to get rid of that painful boner but to no avail. He turned up its temperature and put the shower head in its hold, which was installed high in the shower wall. He got a hold of his cock and started teasing himself with his fingers trying to put an end to his torture. But instead images of her floated in his mind. Her lounging in her towel under the umbrella away from the sun while reading her book. Turning her head at him and looking pleadingly with a slight pout to convince him to take a dive with her.

His hand sped up its movement as he drifted back to that exact moment, to how happy she looked when he made to get up, how she grabbed his arm and dragged him into the sea. The way her body moved as they splashed each other with the cold water and how she started wrestling him after he pushed her into the water. After they had gotten cold they headed towards the shower, he let her shower first, a gentleman as always, unable though to remove his eyes from her. Staring as droplets of water run down her form. How they made her top stuck even more to her breasts leaving next to nothing to his imagination.

His movements now were even harsher. Rougher and faster, hips buckling, grinding in his hand, as soft moans along with grunts left his mouth due to the memory that played out in his mind's eye. She kissed his cheek after she was done and ran back to their umbrella to get her towel. Watching her from behind as her ass bounced, he decided to chase after her. Running at full speed he caught up to her in seconds. Wrapping his arms around her, his left hand accidentally resting in her right breast while the other held her hip in place drawing her even closer as she struggled to get free of his grip on her, while her laughter along with whines of his name left her mouth.

He threw his head back and his mouth opened as loud moans escaped and filled the tiny bathroom. Eyes permanently closed, losing himself in the pleasure of his own hands, trying to trick himself into thinking that he was deep inside her. Fucking her good, only a few days before the full moon, like now, chasing one orgasm after the other. Penetrating her in all positions for hours to no end and filling her with his cum until it ran down her thighs. He wondered…Would she be tight? Would she scream his name at the top of her lungs or whisper it, the way she did when he applied sunscreen, per her request, in her back and massaged it afterwards, as she scrunched her face in pleasure and said his name in such a hushed tone, like a dirty secret, falling asleep afterwards, because she felt so content? How heavy and full her perky breasts and her round ass would feel cupped in his hands? How would she taste? In how many ways could he make her cum? How many times? How would she look when she did? How would she like to be fucked? He was so close now.

He tried to steady his body by resting his free hand on the shower wall. He bit his lip to contain some of the sounds he was emitting as he came, but the sound of her name with many profanities accompanied echoed in the empty house.

"Fuck" there has no denying it any more. He was attracted and so impossibly in love with his best friend. He was in for a long torture, with his trusted hand and his occupied mind from the thoughts of her in such seductive and inappropriate ways.

Bip bip

Food's ready, thank God. He was starving.

word count: 1.118

[familyvideostevie]

october second

day two: remus lupin you and remus make soup on a fall day | fluff, a bit suggestive | 1.1k

Sometimes the best days of your life are the most simple ones. Today is one of those days.

It’s barely fall but you’re in the mood. You’ve swapped out your flowered dish towels for ones with bright leaves on them, put out the tiny ghost figurines you bought last year, and you’ve packed away your sundresses in bins under your bed. The windows are open to let in the cool air and you’re standing in front of your fridge in a sweater that’s almost certainly too ragged to wear for another season.

The front door to your place opens and you hear your boyfriend’s keys rattle. “Anyone home?” Remus calls.

“Kitchen!” you call back. You think he laughs but you’re not sure. You’re too focused on how you have…nothing resembling a meal in your fridge.

“You look troubled, darling.” Remus leans on the door frame, arms crossed as he smiles softly at you. “Did the milk do something to offend you?”

You sigh. “I can’t figure out what to cook for dinner,” you say. “I don’t know if I’ve got the right things for what I planned to feed you.” Remus often cooks but you’ve been trying to improve your skill and had claimed tonight as one of your nights.

He shoves off the jamb and makes his way to you. You tilt your cheek up and he brushes his lips against it. Before standing behind you, hand on your hip. “Hm,” he says. “Do you want me to go to the shop? I can. I would’ve if you’d told me before.”

“Well, I didn’t know I’d run into this problem, before,” you retort. He chuckles and you lean back into his chest. Remus is one of the most sure things in your life — yes, that’s his personality, but also he makes an effort to be so for you. And you for him. He is good at soothing your anxieties about things going wrong, about problems and your own fears of all the unpredictable things about life. You, in turn, remind him to slow down, to take moments for himself, to ask for what he wants even if it puts you out. (It never puts you out.)

So, sure, a thwarted dinner is something you can handle together.

“Hang on,” Remus says. He shuts the fridge door and moves away from you, one large palm dragging across your shoulder so he can keep touching you as he looks in one of your cabinets. “Just as I thought,” he says.

“What?”

He grins your favorite grin, the one that makes him look boyish and unburdened. “You’ve got everything we need to make Potter soup.”

“Excuse me?” you sputter. Remus laughs and starts to pull things from the cabinet.

“James’s mum has a really great dish thats basically potato curry but better,” he says. “And I’m good at it because she likes me best and taught me how.”

“I’ll be he loves that,” you say. He grins at you again.

“You should have seen his face when she asked me to help make it over the school holidays when we were 17.”

Remus regales you with stories of boyhood shenanigans as he instructs you on how to help him cook. You chop vegetables, simmer water, gather spices. He’s patient when you’re quite slow at peeling the potatoes and plants a kiss on your temple every time he moves around you. You turn on the radio and try to no avail to get him to dance with you, though he laughs.

“You’re a marvel,” he says once the soup is simmering. The kitchen is warmer than it was, the stove and your efforts heating it up despite the now-evening chill coming in through the open window. You hop up onto the kitchen island and he steps between your legs.

“I slowed you down,” you say. He shakes his head.

“No one has ever had a sous-chef as gorgeous as you,” he says. His palms stroke up and down the soft material of your pants. You brush some hair from his forehead and trace your favorite of his scars down through his brow and across his cheek.

“You know,” you say, dragging out the words. “You didn’t kiss me proper when you came in.”

Remus raises his eyebrows at you. Really? his eyes say. “You were a bit busy being cross at the refrigerator, darling.”

“Excuses, Lupin,” you say primly.

“Lupin?” he scoffs. “Wow, I see how it is.” His hands wander up to your hips and he tugs a little, pulling you forward on the counter. You swallow a yelp.

“And how is that?” you say softly. Remus trails his fingers up your sides, making you squirm, before curling them around either side of your jaw.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Your boyfriend is often considered the calm one compared to his friends. He keeps them in check, he’s levelheaded, he’s mature. But he’s also a flirty shit when he wants to be. Like right now, it seems.

“Don’t tease,” you whisper. Remus relents, leaning in to kiss you soundly. It’s the kind of hello kiss you’d expected when he came home, the kind he gives you in public. A firm press of his lips, thumbs stroking the soft skin of your cheeks. And then it turns into something else. You hook your ankles around him and pull him even closer as he licks into your mouth with a moan that could have come from either of you.

He kisses you deeper, pulling away only to get a different angle, to press a finger to your pulse point to feel your heart go wild. It’s so cliche, making out in the kitchen after you’ve cooked together, but you love it. You love him.

You don’t know how long passes but when the timer goes off you have to push him away. His lips are swollen and slick, hair a riot, eyes bright despite their blown pupils. “Well,” he says. “You look a bit disheveled.”

You smack his shoulder. “Speak for yourself.” He backs up and you hop down from the counter to check the soup. “Does this look right?

Remus follows you, hands petting down his hair, and nods. “We made a bit much, didn’t we?”

You hum. “We could call everyone to come over,” you suggest.

He laughs. “We just snogged in the kitchen for who knows how long and now you want to invite all of our friends over for dinner? Are you sure you don’t want…something else?” His hand drags up and down your spine.

You shiver and then your stomach rumbles. “I’m hungry,” you say. “You can be filthy later.”

His expression says who, me?

“Plus I want to see James’s face when he realizes someone else can make this better than he can.”

Remus laughs and heads for the phone.

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[myheadsgonenumb]

Ice Cube

Remus walked into the kitchen - and frowned. There was a very large, very shiny cupboard in there that had not been there yesterday, and it seemed to take up the whole room. ‘Er - Padfoot?’ he called. ‘What is this… thing in the kitchen?’ 

Sirius appeared in the doorway. ‘Ah - yes - now don’t get mad…’ 

‘I’m already mad,’ Remus said dryly, folding his arms and raising an eyebrow. 

‘It’s called a “refrigerator”. Muggles use them to keep food cold. They run on electric - but I’m pretty sure I can take it apart and enchant it. Like I did with the moving picture box.’ 

‘Harry said that was called a “television”.’ 

‘Yeah - that.’

‘But … doesn’t this seem like a very large, and therefore very expensive, item for you to buy, just so you can take it apart and enchant it?’ 

‘No! It will revolutionise our life. Don’t be mad, Moony! And anyway it’s not just a “refrigerator”... This bit is a “freezer”’ he pulled open the drawer at the bottom. ‘And this bit…’ he grinned devilishly, and pointed to a hollow in the door, with a button above it, ‘makes “ice cubes”.’

‘And what, in Merlin’s name, is an “ice cube”?’

… Remus found the answer to that out, once the fridge was enchanted, the ice cubes made, and Sirius promptly dropped one straight down the back of his robes.

Word Count: 229

@wolfstarmicrofic

[impishtubist]

Please write a scene where Padfoot is trying to manage his three unruly werewolf cubs AND husband during the full moon, while also keeping his three regular puppies safe.

Okay, so, the premise of this is that Sirius/Padfoot knocked Remus/Moony up and they ended up with a litter of 6: three werepuppies and three regular dog puppies. The werepuppies are Romulus, Idaho, and Mr. Sparkles, and the dog puppies are Ophelia, Estela, and Harold. I have also decided that the werepuppies are actually reverse werewolves, so they are wolves 90% of the time and human only on the full moon. Wolfstar is also raising Harry and Teddy, who are teenagers here. 

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9:33 PM

As soon as the transformation is over, Sirius sweeps Romulus into his arms, peppering the toddler’s face with kisses as the child giggles. Harry and Teddy each pick up their own assigned toddler--Idaho for Harry, and Mr. Sparkles for Teddy.

“Right, boys, let’s get them some clothes,” Sirius says, carrying Romulus into the guest bedroom with Harry and Teddy following him.

“No clothes, Papa!” Romulus cries, squirming as Sirius wrestles him into a t-shirt and overalls. Sirius doesn’t exactly blame him--their werechildren are only human once a month, and clothes are a strange concept for them--but he also doesn’t want three naked toddlers running around the cottage and the garden. 

“Yes, clothes,” Sirius says as Harry and Teddy finish dressing the other two. He sets Romulus on the floor, and the other two soon follow. “Right, how about you go say hi to Da, yeah?”

Moony is still in the living room, having engaged their three dogchildren in a four-way tug-of-war with one of the many rope toys they have scattered throughout the house. Ophelia, Estela, and Harold have all ganged up on Moony, and he’s pretending to lose to them. When he finally admits defeat, he rolls onto his back, exposing his belly, and the three puppies and three toddlers pile on top of him. 

“Looks like it’ll be a quiet night, Padfoot,” Harry says, clapping Sirius on the shoulder. At seventeen, he’s already surpassed Remus in height, and is now nearly as tall as Sirius. “So if you don’t mind, I’m--”

“No,” Sirius says firmly, pointing a finger at his eldest son. “You’re not sneaking off to spend the night with Cedric. It’s the full moon, and you agreed to help out.” 

Harry sighs. “Fine. But you’re not gonna need me, you’ll see.” 

10:45 PM

“Romulus! Idaho!” Sirius exclaims. “Harry!”

Harold the dog and Harry the human both look around, and Sirius glares at human Harry.

“You,” he says. “You were supposed to be watching Idaho!”

“Well, you were supposed to be watching Romulus!” Harry retorts, coming into the kitchen to see what has Sirius so worked up. The toddlers have always been fascinated by the magic food box (the refrigerator) that they’re denied access to as werewolves. On the one night of the month when they have human bodies--and opposable thumbs--they always try to get inside.

Romulus and Idaho are seated on the floor in front of the open refrigerator, covered in various jams and sauces, cooked rice and chicken and vegetables scattered on the floor around them. 

“You,” Sirius says, glowering at Harry, “are giving them a bath.”

“Me? What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to find out what Teddy and Sparky are up to.” 

11:00 PM

Sirius finally finds Teddy and Mr. Sparkles in the attic.

“What are you two up to?” he asks, warily eyeing the intricate runes drawn on the floor with the sidewalk chalk they keep in the garage.

“Summoning a demon, Papa,” Teddy says as he applies another layer of purple nail polish to Sparky’s nails. 

“Yeah, Papa,” Sparky says solemnly. “A demon!”

“Right, well.” Sirius shakes his head. “Tell them not to destroy the house, yeah?”

11:15 PM

“Harry!” Sirius rakes his fingers through his hair. “You were supposed to give them a bath, not flood the entire bloody floor!” 

11:30 PM

“Fat lot of help you are,” Sirius mutters as he collapses on the couch downstairs. Moony is still playing with their dog children. “Romulus and Idaho have emptied the entire refrigerator on the floor, Harry flooded the second storey, and Teddy and Sparky are trying to summon a demon.” 

Moony cocks his head at Sirius, then trots off into the kitchen, their three puppies trailing after him. By the time Sirius gets there, all four of them have eaten a week’s worth of leftovers from the floor and the shelves in the refrigerator. Great.

12:03 AM

Moony picks up a tennis ball in his mouth and noses at Sirius insistently until he agrees to go outside and throw it. Moony tears off across the field, the three puppies trying to keep up on their stubby little legs. He brings it back to Sirius and drops it at his feet; Sirius throws it again. They play fetch for half an hour, until the three dog children collapse in heaps at Sirius’s feet and he carries them inside. 

2:00 AM

“How’s the demon summoning going?” Sirius asks. Teddy comes into the room carrying a sleepy Mr. Sparkles, who he places in Sirius’s lap.

“Not well,” Teddy sighs, collapsing dramatically in an armchair.

“What were you going to do with a demon, anyway?”

“Dunno. Make ‘em do my homework?”

3:06 AM

Of course, it’s not a full moon if someone hasn’t gotten sick on the floor. Sirius sighs to himself as he waves his wand to clean Ophelia’s and Harold’s vomit from the living room rug while Moony licks his cheek in apology.

4:46 AM

Someone has left the back door open--someone being Harry or Teddy--and all three of the puppies get out. Sirius transforms into Padfoot and goes out into their back garden to fetch them, Moony on his heels. He finds Estela under the azaleas, and Ophelia at the edge of the forest. He stays with the puppies while Moony trots off into the forest, and he returns half an hour later with a soaking wet Harold clamped between his jaws.

Creek, Moony conveys as he drops Harold at Padfoot’s paws. 

Their children are going to be the death of him. 

5:34 AM

Sirius, Harry, and Teddy lay the three sleepy toddlers on the couch. After a night of playing and causing mischief in their human forms, they’re half-asleep, which will at least make the impending transformation easier on them.

“Night, babies,” Sirius whispers, kissing each of them. “I’ll see you again in a month.” 

10:02 AM

Sirius collapses in bed not long after their toddlers transform back into wolves, and Moony transforms into Remus. He wakes hours later to find all six of their puppies in bed with him--three black dogpuppies and three silver werepuppies. Remus is there, too, fast asleep. Sirius twists around to look over the side of the bed, and sure enough, Harry and Teddy are curled up on a mattress on the floor. 

His whole family, all in one place. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

[esorxy]

dancing in the golden refrigerator light, regulus standing on james' feet because hes still frail and weak, im sobbing a river

whatever our souls are made of was heartbreaking to read

Hanahaki is always beautiful and devastating but oh I've never had to work this long for the happy ever after. they were literally accepting that he was gonna die...

and in true marauders fashion, it's the secrets and miscommunication after all

every second of it was so very well written, i want to hold onto every last sentence

but i wish we got more of the relief, healing and domesticity afterwards, like

sirius smothering reggie with affection and then we see him pretending that he doesn't love it

them being overprotective of him forever

James treating reggie very gently when he's healing and princess carrying him when he gets tired. and you know regulus soaks that shit up like a sponge

playing in the snow and they make another snowman ☃️

ok this is kinda sad but imagine regulus gets injured again from quidditch and he cant play anymore. 1. imagine the hospital again except now jegulus is actually a couple and 2. reggie opening his bookstore !!!! (with remus)

im obsessed with the black brothers in this, can you tell

[heartofspells]

Masterpost

@wolfstarmicrofic

Prompt: evergreen

Remus won't leave. Sirius tries for the remainder of the day to convince the other man that he's wrong, his head pounding harder the longer it goes on until it feels as though it's nearly ready to crack open. He packs his things into the flat, and Sirius considers following him each time he goes for another load, but he doesn't, scared the stranger will lock him out to make his point, Sirius unable to find his own keys now, missing just like his wand.

He eyes Sirius warily every time they pass by one another, Sirius glaring at him in turn. He pokes through the man's things when Remus isn't around, and then deciding he doesn't care, continuing with his actions in clear view until the boxes are snatched from under him, though he doesn't find much of merit. It's all well-worn clothing and a few trinkets that don't look as though they're worth anything at all except to the man himself. His fingers slip over an evergreen jumper, soft, nearly threadbare, before that's pulled away sharply as well.

"I've entertained this long enough," snaps Sirius a few hours later, trailing Remus around the flat as he unpacks his possessions. "This is my home. I'm not leaving, which means it's up to you to do so." The other man doesn't respond, ignoring him as he plucks a few pairs of trousers from a suitcase and deposits them in an open drawer. Sirius growls under his breath and nicks the last pair from Remus' hands. "Stop it! You have to go."

Remus turns hard eyes on Sirius, his nostrils flaring a little. "Prove it."

"What?" says Sirius in confusion, holding the clothing out of reach as Remus makes a grab for it again.

"That it's your flat," reiterates Remus. "Prove it." Sirius gapes at him, mouth working silently, but before he can create a proper response, Remus is speaking again. "There's nothing here that hints this is where you live. Yes, the place is furnished, but that's all. There aren't any personal objects that I've seen. So prove you permanently reside here and that you have any claim to it at all."

Sirius blinks rapidly. "You really are mad," he snipes in amazement. "And blind. I've things everywhere."

"Where?"

The question comes at him like a whiplash, quick and biting, causing Sirius to falter for a moment before he recovers. "What d'you mean where? Just look – " But he stops abruptly when his own eyes settle on the open drawer Remus had been stowing his things within, finally registering that it had been empty when it hadn't been the last time Sirius had dressed. "I – "

His head jerks around, gaze picking up on the subtle differences that are so small and familiar he'd not noticed they'd been missing before now. The things littering his bedside table are gone, the loose bits of both Muggle and wizarding moneys, the pocket watch from James' parents he'd always left there to see whenever he woke. His photos are gone from the wall, no longer seeing his friends waving at him or Harry's half-toothless mouth grinning widely from his seat on Sirius' countertop.

Sirius turns sharply on his heel, stalking from the room, barely hearing Remus' protest from behind him. He ventures down the hall and pokes his head into the bathroom. His personal care items are no longer present, his toothbrush gone from the holder mounted to the wall, the hook typically housing his towel now vacant. He storms to his kitchen finding the refrigerator and all his cupboards barren, cleaned out. The drawers are empty, no cutlery in the one nearest the sink, his favorite mug no longer anywhere in sight, the one Lily had given to him right before Harry had been born, claiming him as the world's best godfather. He finds his sitting room the same, all the little things that had made up sections of his life now gone, nothing remaining to claim the space as his own.

"I don't understand," he whispers, staring around in horrifying confusion. He shakes his head a little. "I don't understand."

"You don't live here," comes the voice from behind him, and Sirius spins quickly on his heel.

"I do!" he shouts. "Where are all my things? They're all gone. I didn't take them. Who did?"

Remus sighs. "I don't know, and I don't care," he says firmly, "but this is my home now. You have to leave."

Sirius straightens to his full height. "No."

"Now I've had enough," says Remus in a low rumble, his brows pinching in anger. He steps forward and grabs Sirius' upper arm in a surprisingly strong grip for how lanky he appears, beginning to haul him towards the door, Sirius struggling against him. "Out. Get out. Go sort this out with your friends."

"Let go of me," snarls Sirius, trying to yank out of his grasp but failing miserably. Remus jerks the door open and shoves Sirius through it. "Oi!" he cries fiercely, spinning around just as it closes in his face.

There's half a second of silence before he feels an uncomfortable pull at his midsection, and then Sirius is waking up on the floor again, his head heavy as though he's been sleeping for weeks. He peers up at a startled Remus staring at him in astonishment from his position beside the door.

"What the fuck?" utters Remus, mouth hanging open.

[pancakehouse]

hiiii i’m asking for 5 please!!!! do your worst xx

lovely laura...i have given you my worst...i need to go lie down in a dark room now...

5. monsters are always hungry, darling

1981 and this October is colder than others. It’s a bone-chill that seeps through Remus’ ratty jumper, cracks his knuckles open and spills red over old wounds. It claws at his throat, his chest; takes big, swiping chunks out of skin, and asks: are you still here? is this all that’s left? 

The window in their kitchen is open. Already was, when Remus got back. Shouts carry up from the street; full of triumph and desperate, breathless relief. Celebrations and golden sparks exploding from raised wands. Streaks of owls in the breaking dawn, all carrying the news with them. 

He is dead! He is dead! Merlin gives thanks to The Boy Who … 

The taste of vomit is sour on Remus’ tongue. His stomach heaves, dry and wretched, but nothing else comes up. The moon is more than a week gone, but still it rakes at his skin, thrashes too close to the surface, always wanting more, more, so much more. What are monsters made for, if not hunger?

Is this all that’s left? he wonders. Where have you gone?

A glass-shattered ashtray on the ground. The charity shop sofa they bought together. A jacket - his jacket, worn leather and faded sleeves, on the hook by the door. His socks in the bottom drawer. His toothbrush on the bathroom counter. His indentation (oh. there you are.) on the left side of the bed. 

And Remus is there - he is here, on the floor. Blood under his nails, his teeth, his gums … is this all that’s left? Blood at his feet. Blood on his hands. His toothbrush on the counter - right there, next to the other one. 

A peek of orange spills through the window; the first light of morning. The first light of November, he supposes.

The knock on his door came hours ago now. Sharp knuckles against wood, in quick succession - rap rap rap. The rusty turn of a knob. Those last, precious seconds. 

There used to be a creak in the steps, when they first moved in. The ones leading up to the flat door. Several loose floorboards; old, rotting wood that groaned loudly under any sort of pressure. One step - creak - two, three - creak, creak - over and over, all the way up. 

Remus had wanted to keep them. Thought it gave the place character; an added quirk. And had said, maybe only half-jokingly: 

Plus, it might be nice to have a warning, y’know? I mean - like if someone’s on their way up to kill us, or something. 

(Or something.)

It was … well, it was Sirius who’d smirked at that. Raised a brow, huffed a laugh. Flicked his wand and set the floorboards right again. Replied, fondly:

This place is a shoebox, Moons. Don’t worry - we’ve still got plenty of quirks. And, anyway, if someone’s coming up here to kill us … well, they probably won’t be using the front door. 

Remus thinks of that, now, in the breaking hours of dawn. With shattered glass on the rug and clean laundry on the line. Two mugs in the sink. ( … so, this is it? you’re going to leave me here?) Sirius stuck under his nails, his teeth, his gums. Apples in the refrigerator. Celebrations outside and bile in his throat. 

Remus thinks of those creaky steps and loose floorboards. Those last, precious seconds. 

He thinks he really could have done with a warning.

[edupunkn00b]

The Uses of Adversity, Ch. 11: Second Chances

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"If it weren't for second chances, we'd all be alone." - Second Chances, Gregory Alan Isakov

WC: 3152 - Rated: T - CW: divorce, arguing, returning OC, swearing, suggestive (hello, Remus), misuse of a Latin phrase ---

“You’re up early.” Yawning, Janus tightened his robe when he stepped into the kitchen and nearly collided with Roman in front of the refrigerator. Smiling, he took the eggs from his hand and nudged him over to the coffee maker instead.

“I’m helping out a friend today,” Roman said, vaguely, and pulled down the coffee beans and grinder. Janus raised an eyebrow, waiting silently until he elaborated. Roman delayed as long as he could, taking his time grinding the beans and scooping them into the filter. Lawyers didn’t like vagueness and they knew exactly how to fix that. Janus remained quiet and let Roman’s building need to fill the silence hunker down between them.

Not that Logan ever pulled this little trick with him. Not that there was anything Roman didn’t want to tell him. His problem was in wanting to tell him… everything. “Well… he’s your friend, too,” Roman finally admitted, dragging a hand through his hair. “Logan.”

“Queerbait Croft?”

“Oi!” Roman snapped, glaring at his brother-in-law. “Jannie,” Remus purred from the doorway at the same time. “Now, now,” he said, drawing closer and nuzzling against his temple with a little frown. “That doesn’t sound like you.”

“I'm simply… “ Janus huffed and hung his head for a few breaths, his face a cross between annoyed and chagrined. Finally, he looked up and nodded. “You’re both right. I was out of line. I apologize. I simply meant…" He frowned, eyes faraway for a moment before he met Roman's eyes. "Don't put your heart on the line with him, Roman. He’s straight.” 

Remus snorted. “Sure, Jan,” he shook his head and impatiently tapped the brewing coffee. “Nobody’s that good of an ally. Maybe ‘Straightbait Sanders’ is a better name for him.”

“Muse, of course he’s straight!” Janus rolled his eyes and continued slicing a bell pepper. “What, you think his children were delivered by the stork?”

“What, you think a bi guy can’t fuck his wife and still appreciate his hot boss’ ass?”

“Muse, my dear…” Blushing, Janus kissed Remus’ cheek. “You’re projecting.”

“Well, yes, I know I love to stare at your ass, too.” He grinned and made a squeezing motion with both hands, making clear his intention to do more than stare. “But his wife—”

“Ex,” Roman interrupted.

Remus tipped an imaginary hat at his brother before returning his attention to Janus. “His ex-wife sure seemed to think there was something going on between you two. Or did you think it was a coincidence she’d interrupt every fucking time you two talked at Q-Law parties?”

“Really?” Roman asked and Remus nodded.

“Really, really.” Coffee brewed, he poured large cups for each of them and moved to the sink to refill the empty carafe with water. 

“Rinse it, at least, Muse,” Janus said without looking up.

Laughing, Remus made a show of splashing the pot with an inch of water before taking the task seriously. “You seem to be awfully invested in this, Ro Bro.” He filled the pot before turning around, eyebrows dancing. There was mischief in his eyes. “You wouldn’t happen to be catching some not-straight feelings for our sweet Nerdy Wolverine, would you?”

Eyes wide, Roman stared at Remus, shouting silently, You know very well I have feelings for him! Remus merely held his gaze before looking pointedly at Janus.

Roman opened his mouth to protest, but sat back instead, and sipped his coffee. He could feel Janus and Remus exchanging a look. “I… might be,” he muttered. He knew his brother and his brother knew Janus. Roman would play along with the madness to his method.

The taste of the coffee brought him back to last Saturday, the glimmer in Logan's eyes, that shy little smile that finally broke through his mask. “Logan’s not like anyone I’ve known before," he said quietly, addressing his cup. "And it's not just the way he handled that dickhead Devin. He’s smart but…not a jackass about it.” Roman ignored Janus’ quiet huff. “He laughs at my stupid jokes. And you should see him with his kids. The other day he—” Roman glanced up, bracing himself for a comment about his effusiveness, but he saw nothing but compassion. From both of them. “He’s a good guy. I’ve always thought so.”

Remus stared back at him, head tilted in confusion, but then his jaw fell open. “Oh fuck, Ro…” Tone changed, Remus flipped a chair around and straddled it, facing his brother. “Logan’s the guy.” Roman stopped breathing and just stared back at him. “The guy." When he didn't acknowledge his assertion, Remus continued as though there was some way Roman had forgotten his embarassing dual crushes. "The cute guy you had that crush on back in school. The one you said was out of reach. I always thought…” Remus’ eyes flicked over to the back of Janus’ head before he let the sentence finish itself.

Roman shrugged and looked away.   

“I still think you should go for it,” Remus said after a moment, getting up and punching Roman’s shoulder as he returned to the stove. “Carpe dickem. Seize the day. Shoot your shot.”

“I can’t fuck up everything between us on a whim, Re, he’s…”

“Twitchy?” Remus asked.

“Special,” Roman snapped and his brother turned around. 

“Fuck, Ro, I’m sorry,” he said, passing the spatula to Janus and crouching next to his brother’s chair. “I didn’t mean anything by it.” Remus stared up at him, head tilted. “This isn’t just… a crush… is it?”

Roman was quiet for a long time, and listened to the spatula scraping the pan. Finally, he met his brother’s eyes. “No,’ he breathed. “No, it’s not.”

“Just…” Janus had been listening as he cooked and Roman’s head jerked up at his low voice. He fell quiet again and plated an omelette before placing it in front of Roman. “Just don’t get your hopes up too much, okay? I don’t want you to lay it all out there and… have him break your heart.” Roman stabbed his eggs with a fork and steam escaped from the tiny holes. “I’ve known this guy for… fuck, twenty years and…” He rolled his eyes fondly at Remus. “And despite your brother's obvious projections, I’ve never seen him show any sort of actual interest in men.”

“Known him for twenty years and yet you still call him by his ex wife's last name?” Roman glared at him, one eyebrow raised before shrugging. “Maybe you don’t actually know him as well as you think you do.”

Janus frowned but nodded. "Perhaps I don't."

~~~

“Hey, Dad?” Virgil’s words came out in a grunt as he slung a giant purple duffel bag over his shoulder, “Next year, do y’think I can stay up in Bellingham for spring break?”

Logan’s feet stuttered and the gig box he carried bumped against his thighs. “What? Well I… I suppose if you would prefer…”

“I’m just thinking it’s less stress, y’know?” Virgil shrugged and looked out at the driveway. Logan’s SUV stood alone, hatch open as they loaded it up with Virgil’s DJ gear and clothes. After the second year in a row of Remy making it clear she was not welcome on his trips between campus and home, Kelly had insisted she help bring Virgil back up.

“I don’t see why you insist on driving,” she’d hissed over the phone. “Is this some sort of masculinity thing?”

Logan had suppressed a sigh and counted to five before responding. “Of course not, Kelly. Your new car is a two-door coupe. Virgil’s equipment simply won’t fit.”

“So I’ll drive your Pilot, what’s the big deal?”

His grip tightened on the handset until, ache radiating through his fingers and wrist, he forced his hand to relax. “It’s a manual transmission, Kelly.”

“I swear to God, Logan, you bought that damn thing just so I couldn’t drive it!”

“I bought the damn thing—” He sucked in a breath, cutting off his too-quick response. “I bought the Pilot because it has 21 centimeters of chassis clearance, four wheel drive, low rollover risk, maximized cargo and passenger space—”

“I meant the fucking stick shift and you know it. Don’t lecture me about safety features, Logan.”

He bit the inside of his cheek and counted to five again. “Automatic transmission added two thousand dollars to the sticker price and another fifteen grand to the total cost of ownership over twenty ye—.”

“You have an answer for everything, don’t you? A fucking Car & Driver expert all of a sudden. Fine. I’ll be there at 10.” She’d hung up without saying goodbye.

It was now past 10:30 and Kelly still hadn’t arrived.

“If you truly would prefer to stay in Bellingham, Virgil, I won’t stop you,” Logan turned and peered at his son over the top of the gig box. “We would miss you. I…” He smiled and, seeing Virgil’s anxious gaze at the car, stepped backwards, closer to the steps to allow him to pass. “I would miss you, but I understand it could be—”

His heel skidded against the top step and he stumbled backwards. “Dad!” Virgil cried and dropped his bag. His fingers grazed the top handle of the gig box. But he missed it.

“Lo!” Roman’s panicked voice suddenly boomed a few feet behind him and he fell hard against something—some one—firm and steady, the weight of the gig box pressing him back. “Got you,” he whispered near Logan's ear, strong arms curled around him. Roman carefully pushed him forward until Logan was standing on the top porch step.

“You okay?” Virgil asked, taking the box from him and setting it down. 

“Y-yeah,” Logan nodded breathlessly. The near fall had pushed his heart up in his throat, pounding so hard he was certain they could all hear it. He looked up and smiled into Virgil’s worried eyes. Patton had come running at the commotion and now stood in the doorway, grinning. “I am—I am fine,” he said, nodding again. Roman had moved one hand to his back and now stood next to him, peering closely into his eyes.

“Are you sure you’re not hurt?” he asked, gaze trailing up and down his body.

Logan blushed. “Yes, I—I—I am uninjured…” He looked down and flexed both feet, bouncing twice. “Thanks to you. I—” His mouth went dry when Roman grinned at him.

“Just lucky timing,” he said. Roman’s hand was still at his back, a welcome warmth despite his sweat-dampened shirt. 

Logan only blushed harder when he realized Roman could feel how disgustingly sweaty he was just from moving a few crates. He nodded and bent to pick up the gig box. “Thank you, Roman, I—”

“Let me help you,” he said, reaching for the other end of the box. “We can work together.” Virgil and Patton exchanged a look that Logan couldn’t quite decipher but he didn’t have long to think about it. “Please?” Roman asked again, a hopeful smile curling his lips. Had he always had that dimple?

“That… that would be most welcome,” he finally said, cheeks warming again at the way Roman’s eyes lit up like he’d given him a gift. “Thank you,” he murmured, dragging his eyes away from Roman’s as they lifted the gig box together. It was significantly easier to manage with a partner.

“This is heavy,” Roman said. “What do you keep in here, Virge?” he asked once they’d slid the box into the trunk. With the third row down, they’d managed to fit all of Virgil’s equipment, plus his clothes and bedding—he was attached to his favorite comforter and brought it down for even short weekend visits.

“That crate holds my records,” he said, stroking the case. “And this one has the amps,” he patted another box. “The actual turntables and mixing board are in the back.”

“Old school,” Roman nodded, grinning again.

Virgil blushed and ducked his head. “Yeah, I do a mix.”

“Virgil’s fantastic.” Logan closed the hatch and just barely resisted ruffling his son's hair.

“Yeah, and Dad’s not just bragging,” Patton piped up as they returned to the porch. “Virge is really good! He DJ'd Jax's birthday party last year.” He grinned at his older brother like he was a rock star. "He was awesome!"

“Pat,” Virgil mumbled, hands shoved in his pockets. “Don’t oversell me.”

“I’d love to hear your work. Do you have a demo?” Roman asked, still smiling, but eyes serious. 

“Uh, yeah,” Virgil’s eyes widened and he ran back to the car. He opened the hatch and fumbled with his backpack, then came back with a CD and a small flash drive. “There’s a QR code for my Soundcloud on the cover. I know, 'old school,'” he said in a rush, pressing it all into Roman’s hands. A soft, shy smile replaced his usual smirk.

“Thank you, Virge,” Roman grinned as he slipped the case and the thumb drive in his pocket. “I look forward to hearing your work.”

Patton danced next to him and linked his arm through Virgil’s. Cheeks still pink, Virgil cleared his throat and tugged him along as Roman and Logan followed. “C’mon, Pat, didn’t you say there was lemonade?”

“I think you made his week,” Logan whispered once they’d stepped inside.

They watched the brothers kick off their shoes and laughingly jostle each other in a race to the kitchen. “It’s nice to see him smile,” he murmured. “His school’s in Bellingham?” Logan nodded and watched some calculation behind Roman’s eyes. He nodded slowly. “There’s an all-ages club up there an old friend of mine owns. Is Virgil looking for a steady gig?"

“A—actually, yes. We have a deal, if he can cover half his rent, I’ll cover the other and he can move out of the dorms…” His voice trailed off, watching Roman’s expression. “You’re serious.”

“Of course I am,” he grinned. “Anyone whose music pleases both ends of that demographic is worth considering.”

Logan stopped just outside the kitchen and looked up at Roman’s face. He was smiling that signature charming smile, but his eyes were sincere. “You’re incredible, you know that, right?”

He winked and Logan felt his face warm. “I was going for ‘outstanding,’” he laughed, “But I’ll take ‘incredible.’”

A loud laugh slipped past the hand Logan slapped over his mouth and the boys turned around, again exchanging a cryptic look before offering them each a sweaty glass. “Lemonade?” Patton grinned, wiggling between them and leading them over to the counter.

Logan took a slow, grateful sip, the cold drink easing a bit of his blush. “Thank you, again, for staying with Patton today,” he said when he felt his control return.

“Yeah, that long of a car ride and I’ll just—” he doubled over and made a gagging sound.

Virgil winced but still laughed. “Nice, Pat.”

“Thank you,” he said proudly, either not catching his brother’s sarcasm or choosing to ignore it.

Ruffling his youngest son’s hair and pulling him close, Logan kissed the top of his head and smiled. Patton hugged back, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “It’s nice to get to avoid the Dramamine, isn’t it?”

“And the drama,” Virgil muttered under his breath from in front of the refrigerator. Logan’s eyes snapped up to Roman’s to see if he’d heard. Fuck. He had.

“Hey, why don’t you two do one more sweep of your room?” Logan suggested. He gave Patton another one-armed hug then gripped Virgil’s arm, hoping to make it clear neither were in trouble despite the not-so-subtle dismissal.

Virgil looked between him and Roman, then nodded. “Sure, Dad. C’mon, Pat, I’ll show you which CDs you can’t touch while I’m gone.”

Logan sipped his lemonade and listened for the sound of Virgil’s door opening upstairs before he faced Roman and the questions bubbling behind his eyes. If he was being honest with himself, he had hoped to have a moment or two alone with Roman today. Those interrupted words had played on a constant loop in his mind since their Saturday at the theatre.

Was Logan delusional to think Roman had still been quoting Shakespeare? By now, his mind had filled in the rest, his imagination embellishing the faulty memory with each loop.

‘I would not wish any companion in the world but you.’ 

How had Roman actually intended to end that sentence? How had he wanted it to end? How did he want it to end? 

But each missed opportunity to ask left Logan increasingly certain it had become too late say anything. His stomach churned and a flash of irrational anger sizzled through his veins at the way she still had such a hold on his life. Even now, in private, instead of quenching the curiosity burning through his brain, instead of enjoying a quiet moment with his friend, he was stuck explaining Kelly.

“My divorce was… less than amicable.” He gripped his drink with both hands, fingers tapping against the cold glass. “I worked hard to keep as much of the animosity from boys as possible, but…”

“But someone else didn’t get the memo?” Roman finished after a moment, gently bumping their shoulders together. Logan could only nod.

“Do you think some of whatever seeps through is part of Patton’s, uh…” He quietly mimicked the boy's earlier demonstration, pulling a small, huffed laugh from Logan. Roman’s tiny pleased smile at his reaction made Logan feel better than he deserved.

“It’s likely.” Logan swallowed back his surprise at how much Roman had picked up with just a few words. “He’d been excited to drive up with Virgil… at least until he heard she was coming.”

The sound of a car slowing just outside the kitchen window was followed by Virgil’s call as he ran downstairs, “Mom’s here!” After shoving his feet into his sneakers, he clasped Roman’s hand and they gave each other a sort of half hug. “See you next time?” he asked, hopeful.

“I’ll text you after I listen to your demo tonight,” he nodded, smiling brighter when Virgil’s tough guy smirk again melted into a true grin. 

“Cool,” he said, nodding. “See ya, Pat,” he turned to his brother. “Stay outta my room.”

“I always stay out of your room!” Unable to keep up his feigned offense, Patton ended up laughing. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Bye, Dad,” he grinned, quickly hugging Logan before grabbing Roman’s hand, headed toward the game room downstairs. “Hey, wanna play Mario Kart?”

“Homework first, please!” Logan reminded him, pointing to the chore chart on the wall. He decided he did not catch Patton’s partially hidden eye roll.

Roman gave him a little salute. “He’s in good hands, Mr. Sanders,” he assured.

“I know,” Logan smiled. Body moving without his full control, he stepped closer, arms open. The sudden car horn blaring outside froze him.

“Let’s go, Dad,” Virgil muttered, pulling him away.

Waving weakly, Logan nodded, face aflame over what he’d been about to do. “We’ll be back before six.”

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Can’t Raise Hell With a Saint

Dukeceit Week Day 5: Acceptance/Abandonment

Ok, so in hindsight, maybe it was, in fact, incredibly obvious that his favorite restaurant was a front for the mob.

(or: Remus finds a good restaurant run by a hot guy, and he never questions why the restaurant always seems to be completely empty.)

AO3 Link: [here]

Word Count: 2292

Warnings: Some Non-Graphic Violence

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Ok, so in hindsight, maybe it was, in fact, incredibly obvious that his favorite restaurant was a front for the mob.

It was the only restaurant within walking distance from Remus’ new job on the docks. He'd brought lunch the first couple days. But there was no refrigerator or microwave, and soggy sandwiches were just not enough for Remus to make it through a full shift of hauling cargo on and off boats.

The Chinese food restaurant was not listed on Google Maps, so Remus just found it by chance, stuck between two shipping logistics offices a short walk from the docks. If that wasn't his first clue, then the fact that it was completely empty when he walked in perhaps should have been.

Remus had stood near the front for almost five minutes, wondering if they were actually open or if they'd closed down or something and he'd just wandered in. It was another few minutes before he noticed the bell on the counter, with a handwritten ‘ring for service’ sign beside it. Not really one for embarrassment, Remus gave it a few rings. Another few minutes passed. Then, the door to the kitchen opened, and out walked the hottest guy Remus had ever seen in his      life.  

He was tall, an inch or so above Remus, but lean where Remus was bulky. He still sort of looked like he could snap Remus in half, but that was probably more to do with his sharply-tailored suit and the murder strut. His eyes were startlingly dark, and to add to the general murder-y vibe, his left cheek was gouged by pale scars.

Definitely Remus’ type.

He walked - no, stalked - up to where Remus stood.

"Can I help you?”

"Uh..." Remus blinked. "D'ya... have. Food?"

Maybe a dumb question, but everything up to this point suggested it was entirely possible this restaurant did not have food. The man gave him an odd look, and then rolled his eyes.

"Sit down. I'll bring you something.”

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Teeth Water

Ao3

Summary: If Logan had known 24 hours ago what Remus had planned for his teeth Logan wouldn’t have taken Remus up on the bet. Logan Sanders POV.

Characters: Remus Sanders, Logan Sanders, Roman Sanders (Mentioned)

Relationship(s): Remus Sanders & Logan Sanders

Tags: Teeth, Food, not beta read

Words: 758

A/N: Ngl I wrote this because I saw a comment on Twitter that said, “Hey if you ship RemRom I hope you find teeth in your water” and I couldn't resist.  Pipe line thought process: Teeth in your water = Teeth Water = Bone Broth.

This is written as a continuation of the last fic “32 Teeth”, but this can be read as a stand alone.

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The results from the event that had occurred the day prior had been the easiest 10 dollars Logan has ever made. The whole situation was pretty predictable in Logan’s eyes. It was silly of Remus to have not believed him. Instead they had spent the evening sitting at the kitchen table while Remus pulled out his teeth one by one. 

32 teeth as stated. 

Today, when Logan went to grab himself his midday coffee, he found said side getting busy around the kitchen. Whatever Remus was up to Logan knew he wouldn't want any part of it. 

“What are you doing?” Logan asked him. 

“Cutting celery,” Remus replied.

Which wasn’t incorrect, Remus was in fact cutting celery stock. But what Logan was referring to was the crock pot that sat beside Remus on the counter.

It contained a mixture of vegetables like garlic, onion, and carrots, floating in a slightly dark yellowish liquid that was unidentifiable to Logan.

“What for?” 

A crooked smile appeared on Remus’s face, as if this could have been the worst question Logan could have asked the other. But Remus's obscured ways of learning about his inquiries didn't deter Logan's curiosity.

“I'm making bone water,” he said. 

“Bone water?” Logan repeats now, coming closer, stepping deeper into the small kitchen.

“Yes.”

He watched as Remus plopped the celery chunks into the soup-like texture. 

Bone water implies that there were bones in this dish, if Logan dared call it that. Where could have Remus gotten bones? Maybe it was from an animal in the imagination?

“Do you mean bone broth?” Logan asks.

“You say tomato, I say tomahto.”

His curiosity now satiated, Logan turned toward the cabinets to find his black and silver metal travel mug. 

Pouring the last of the dark liquid into his mug Logan did his best to ignore the humming that came from Remus. He has noticed that the twins tend to hum when they are getting in the groove of some creative creation. Which only solidified Logan’s original hunch that he would not be consuming whatever Remus was stewing. 

Opening the refrigerator for the desire of liquid cream, he saw something that immediately drew his attention from the task at hand. 

A bag filled with small white objects. Well not completely white, it was off white in color, and it also had some liquid in the bag. Whatever the contents were, they were clearly marinating. On this bag was read Remus’s messy scribble of penmanship, “REMUS’S”.

“Excuse me,” Remus says, reaching over Logan's shoulder and snatching the bag up.

Opening up the plastic seal and tilting the chunky red and white slush into the crock pot.

Bewildered, Logan asked, “Are those your teeth?”

“Yep.”

“You can't make bone broth from teeth.”

“You can't, but I can.”

Clearly Remus didn't understand what Logan was telling him. Pushing up his glasses he said, “I’m implying that bone broth is to be made from animal bones. Human teeth simply aren't enough bone to make broth.”

“Who said anything about it just being my teeth.”

Logan was stunned into silence.

“It’s excellent for your immune system,” Remus says as he takes a spoon and sturs the contents, the teeth bobbing at the surface. Why the teeth weren’t sinking was beyond Logan knowledge. But this fact didn't seem to bother Remus as he continued to speak matter of factly as if Logan wouldn't know all the benefits from bone broth. “Good for your nails, and keeps your skin wrinkles free. And you know I need my beauty to counteract Roman.”

Logan all but rolled his eyes at the ending comment. 

There wasn't anything Logan could say that could change Remus’s mind, he knew that. So instead he picks up his coffee cup and leaves the kitchen.

Later that day, when all the sides had gathered for dinner, Logan was strongly aware of Remus’s presence. Remus sat across from him and pulled out a mason jar filled with yellowish brown liquid. 

He maintained eye contact with Logan as he unscrewed the lid. Remus took a huge gulp, some of it rolling down his chin as it had missed his mouth. Logan couldn't tear his eyes off of the horror in front of him. Remus knocked back half of the jar before smiling and extending his arm out tilting the jar a bit, offering the human bone broth to Logan. 

Shaking his head in slight disgust, Logan replies, “ No, thank you.”

If he had known 24 hours prior he wouldn’t have taken Remus up on his bet. 

[miss-bibbles]

its already 3AM and this is all i could throw together but here you go @screamingfae

"Is it supposed to be like this?" Regulus shouted, leaning on his tiptoes to lift the lid off the pot, stirring the rice pudding. He was immediately hit with the scent of fresh cardamom and butter, making his mouth water.

"How am I supposed to see from here, you dolt?" An annoyed voice crackled from his phone which was kept across the counter, propped up against the spice box.

"I don't know why I even asked you," Regulus rolled his eyes and knelt so he was eye level with the phone.

"Oh please," Sirius waved his hand, exuding melodrama from the tiny little screen. "I’ve seen Effie cook. I know shit."

"Exactly. You know shit."

Sirius let out a scandalized gasp and whipped his head, yelling for Remus. "Can you believe what this bastard just said?"

Regulus could imagine Remus sighing loudly, setting down his book to rub the bridge of his nose. He had been caught in way too many silly arguments over the years. He was a veteran.

"Peter bought some ice cream. Better have it before he finishes it all," Remus said instead, as if Sirius was a child who could be placated by sugar.

Which he could. Sirius shot a glare at Regulus before handing his phone to Remus and running off to the kitchen, flinging the refrigerator doors wide. Remus and Regulus both winced as the door banged against the wall.

"Did you try calling Euphemia for help?" Remus ventured, unsure of how to proceed now. Even though he didn’t know much about cooking, at least he was some help unlike the person who shared his blood who was now eating the entire tub of ice cream.

Regulus flushed, tucking loose strands of his dark hair behind his ears.

"No, I don’t want to bother her. It’s – I want to make something special for James and for Effie. Mom, I mean. Wow, that sounds so weird," he rambled nervously, wringing his fingers without any thought. He coughed from what seemed to be the neighbors having barbeque.

Remus softened at that and shrugged, "I am pretty sure it’s done. The one Effie makes looks very close to this."

"But is it edible, that’s the question!" Sirius could be heard faintly, his mouth still full of ice cream. Honestly, how – and why – was Regulus even related to him.

"Thanks for not helping one fucking bit," Regulus sneered and before Sirius could say something snide that would spark yet another argument that Remus didn’t have enough sugar to deal with, he shot quick goodbye and hung up.

"What a lot of help that was," Regulus muttered to himself, and turned to check up on the kheer simmering on the stove.

Or whatever was left of it.

The creamy pudding was burnt to crisp, now smoke rising out of the pot. A lot of it had boiled over and splattered on the countertop and dripping on the floor. The smoke alarm started beeping loudly, setting off the sprinklers and raining down on the entire kitchen. And just then, what an absolutely horrible timing, the pressure cooker that had been making the biryani popped open, the lid flying to the ceiling and ricocheting wildly. Regulus ducked and screeched, crawling over the wet floor, ruining all his good clothes. Bits of food flew in his hair and on his clothes.

Oh gods, not again.

"I’m home!" a cheerful and a very familiar voice called out.

Regulus stilled, looking up to his husband who seemed to be towering over him now.

"Happy birthday, love?" he offered weakly.

"Oh, my," James breathed, taking in the crime scene and then to Regulus’ complete surprise, burst out laughing. Till now Regulus had never understood the phrase but now James literally doubled over, clutching his stomach and covering his mouth in a pathetic attempt to stop cracking up. He wiped aside the tears from his eyes and took in a couple of deep breaths to stop but to no avail.

Regulus grabbed the ladle from the rack and chased after James, "Stop" smack "laughing" smack "at" smack "me."

"I’m sorry. I can’t help it. What happened here?" with that he went off again till Regulus was also laughing with him, both collapsing on the dirty kitchen floor, their backs against the wall.

When they finally stopped, save for random snorts they tried to suppress, Regulus opened the refrigerator, presenting a tiny cupcake from his secret stash. He rummaged around the drawers until he found a candle and some matches, lighting it up.

Regulus held it in his cupped palms in front of James and whispered, "Make a wish, darling."

James inhaled deeply and then exhaled, blowing out the weak, fluttering candle in the process. He closed his eyes, holding Regulus’ wrist tight.

"Won’t you ask me what I wished for?" James grinned.

"If it’s another trip on the Ferris wheel, then the answer is no," Regulus said jokingly, nudging his knee with his own.

"I wished for us," James said quietly, a smile playing on his lips. "I love you."

"I love you more," Regulus rested his head on his shoulder, their fingers laced together.

It was the best way to spend the day even if it was sitting in the mess of their kitchen, eating cold, leftover pizza from Sunday game night. Regulus would give anything to bottle the moment forever and get drunk on it.

They were a mess, imperfectly perfect, chaotic at heart, kitchen wreckers but it was them. Together and forever.

[myopicmeerkat]

Rakuyou

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Word Count: 1356 (Oneshot) Relationship(s): Regulus Black x James Potter; Sirius Black x Remus Lupin (background). Tags: Angst and Feels, Emotional Hurt, tw drinking, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting. A/N: This fic was kinda inspired by the song 'One Last Time' by Ariana Grande, though the plot deviates from its lyrics. Please do not repost any of my works on Tumblr or any other platform. Likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. :D

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Sirius was right. He was a liar. A short-tempered, self-absorbed, materialistic, good-for-nothing liar.

He always had been one but never realized so until today. Not until the moment he noticed him.

Standing by the fireplace, a wine glass in one hand and the other arm wrapped around little Harry, holding him against his chest. Talking to one of the many guests present, his face lit up by the handsome smile he had and still loved so much.

But, no, he could not go talk to him. Never. He had lost the right to look him and their son in the eyes, much less talk to them.

And how could he? When all he had ever done was lying and lying and lying. The lies he was hitherto blind to but was able to see today, all of a sudden, on seeing him again. While his already fractured heart crumbled into dust.

He had lied to himself that his workaholic attitude was to build a better future for themselves. When it was for nothing but to chase the dreams his power-hungry self had dreamt.

He had lied to himself that whatever he was doing was to keep his little family happy. When the sight meeting his eyes begged to tell otherwise.

He had lied to himself that he was being petty and attention-hungry when he first confronted him about his not returning home from work for days at length. Seeing yet not seeing the cracks developing in their relationship.

He had lied to himself that he was overreacting when he packed his bags and left with Harry, tears rolling down his cheeks.

He had lied to himself that their relationship had failed due to him not being a supportive S.O. When the one at fault was he himself – the one who ignored his family, his partner, their son for days at end, in favour of his career.

He had lied to himself that he was going to be fine. When he was not fine - not in the slightest, spending his days and nights like an undead man, bereft of the ability to feel any emotion.

He had lied to himself that he would be able to hold himself together, should he saw him at Sirius and Remus’ New Year’s Eve party. But no, he couldn’t.

He couldn’t hold himself together.

He couldn’t stop his eyes from welling up with tears.

He couldn’t stop his legs from walking into the kitchen, situated in the other wing of the flat, far away from the party.

He couldn’t stop his shaky hands from opening the refrigerator and grabbing a bottle of beer, having found nothing else there, pouring some into a glass and raising it to his lips.

He couldn’t stop his mind from conjuring memories of a time long gone, as he chugged on the drink, the acrid taste of the alcohol burning his throat.

The first time they met at another one of his brother’s New Year’s Eve parties. The instant spark he felt when they shook hands. The kiss they shared when the clock struck twelve, his rough lips moving gently over his own, as if he was unsure if he would return the kiss or not, before he pressed his lips firmly to his, letting him know that yes, he wanted it, as much as he did.

He couldn’t stop himself from throwing the empty bottle and getting a filled one, this time not bothering to get a glass, drinking straight from the bottle, determined to drink the night away.

The innumerable dates they went on – to the park, the library, the museum, the local coffee shop – the days he felt as if he was back in high school – an awkward shy teenager with a crush – except this time his feelings were not just a silly crush and were also, to his utter surprise, equally reciprocated. The first time he met Harry, his green eyes looking curiously at him, before a toothless smile broke across his adorable chubby face. The morning, two years later, when he had woken up as usual beside him, taken one look at his peaceful sleeping form and had woken him up and asked him if he and Harry minded moving in with him. The Sunday afternoon they were at the zoo, showing Harry the elephants, when he received the call that he had been promoted. If only he had known how disastrous that promotion would prove to be –

No, he refused to recollect any more memories. He refused to acknowledge any more memories.

But no matter how much pain and suffering he had to go through, he would never deny the fact that James Potter and Harry Potter-Black deserved nothing but the best. And he – who could not be true to his family, giving them days and days of misery; who could not be true to his word, breaking all the promises he had ever made; and who could not be true to himself, out of all people – he was certainly not the best out there. James and Harry deserved someone far better than him.

So, no, he was not going to approach them. He was determined to spend the evening holed up in the kitchen, away from the crowd, away from the festivities, away from them. After all the unhappiness he had caused them, they – he could not be in the same room as them. And he feared – he feared if James and Harry saw him and looked at him in anger or disgust, or worse, disappointment – he knew that his guilt would suffocate him. He was certain that should that happened, he would not be able to –

“Reggie?”

Regulus whipped his head around to find a pair of concerned hazel eyes looking at him through thick-rimmed glasses – those eyes which had bewitched him from day one, which had always stolen his breath away, which had never failed in making his heart skip a beat or two – they were looking at him now, filled with concern and love, not a smidgen of contempt present in them.

Why – oh, why must he still be so kind now? After all the mistakes he has committed, why must he still be so concerned about him now? Why must he still speak so softly with him? Why isn’t he screaming at him? Why isn’t he accusing him? Telling him he’s the most selfish person he had ever had the misfortune to meet?

But no! This was James Potter he was thinking about. That man did not have a single cruel bone in his body. Even – even when he left with Harry, he did not blame him. He just asked him if he loved him anymore or not. On not receiving an answer, he just quietly packed his bags and left the flat, with a soft muttered ‘I love you Reg’. All the while he did nothing, sitting on the couch, his eyes trained on his mobile, scrolling mindlessly through his emails from work.

If only he had snatched those bags away from James and never let them leave that day -  If only he had spent more time at home with James and Harry - If only he had not accepted that goddamned promotion - If only he had held James in his arms and repeatedly told him his true feelings, that fateful day –

Regulus let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. He knew that he had to stay away from them. He knew he would only bring them sorrow. But he also knew that if he stayed silent this time as well, not letting his thoughts known, he would never get another chance to tell them aloud.

So, he stood up rather unsteadily, leaning on the kitchen slab for support, sending two (or was it four? He did not notice) beer bottles rolling on the floor. Straightening, he looked up at James - his eyes roaming over his face, as if memorizing it, though he already knew each and every detail it had, even the smallest ones - and said, what he should have said a long time ago, “I love you, James.”

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imagine. | james potter

thank u, next x marauders

alexa, play imagine by ariana grande

pairing: james potter x reader

summary: your boyfriend takes you on a day of wonder and comfort

word count: 3,006

warnings: non sexual nudity ig?? just a lot of fluff

a/n: thank you so much for 50 followers! all the support from you guys is crazy. i appreciate every single like, reblog, and comment. here’s a piece that i put my heart and soul into so i hope you all love it as much as i do. - kennedy

***

“Alright darling, now remember, no peeking, ‘mkay?”

With James’ hands covering my eyes, he guided me through the halls of the deserted castle. He spoke barely above a whisper, keeping his voice down so it didn’t echo throughout the corridors.

I was a bit surprised this morning to be woken up before the sun had risen. Even yet, no birds had started their usual choir. It was early, too early. Not even Remus would wake up this early, so it was odd this morning to be woken up by a cheery looking James.

Somehow, James had found the counter jinx that normally prohibited any boy to come up to the girl’s dormitories, which I hadn’t known until I felt the lulling voice of my boyfriend singing me awake at four in the morning, the pads of his fingers tenderly brushing stray hairs away from my restful face. Soft lips brushed down onto my glabella, humming a gentle tune.

“Good morning beautiful.”

I pressed some sort of agreeing sound past my lips and moved closer to James, wrapping my arm around his torso, nuzzling my head into his stomach. Laughter escaped his mouth, cupping my cheek with his hand, trying to pull me away from him, but I put up a fight, smacking his hand away.

“I want to show you something.”

Intrigued, I opened one of my eyes incredulously, letting it adjust to my sights. It was definitely early morning, with slits of moonlight still peering through the sheer curtains of the dormitories. Everyone else in the room was still sleeping peacefully, soft snores rhythmically keeping everyone asleep.

Staring right at me was the love of my life, my one and only, my boyfriend, James Fleamont Potter. In the moonlight, his bright hazel eyes dazzled, showing the flecks of his green and blue hues. His round glasses sat awkwardly on the bridge of his nose, making it too easy for me to take them in my hands and place them over my own eyes. It was a little blurry but I could see James’ pouting playfully.

“Why would you do that? Now I can’t see your beautiful face.” A bright rouge tinted my cheeks as he said that, an impulse to bury my embarrassment following suit. Taking back his glasses, I could clearly see a smile creeping on his lips making me ask the age old question:

What’s gotten him so happy?

“I want to show you something.” James repeated, putting his hand over mine, helping me into a sitting position so I could really see what was going on.

James looked like he had been awake for a while, essence of energy flickering in his eyes. He was fully dressed in clothes that looked to be sticky to his body. His glistening body.

“Jamie, are you sweating?” I asked, placing my hand to his forehead, concerned. I wasn’t sure if it was the heat or the heat of the moment, but his face was glowing pink, and I only just noticed now his racing heartbeat.

“I’ve been up all morning working on something.” He cheeked, placing another gentle kiss on my cupid’s bow. “Now get up, I want to show you something.”

Eventually, I gave in, swinging my legs around the side of my bed. Dazed, I reached from my dressing gown to drape over my nightdress, as I wasn’t sure how chilly it would be outside of the common room. As silently as I could, I followed my doting boyfriend from my bedroom and through the sleeping portrait of the Fat Lady, leading up to where we are now.

“Can I open my eyes now?” I pleaded, a whimper leaving my throat as James pulled us around another corner. I had already accidentally trodden on James’ toes one too many times and I was itching to know where we were.

“Keep your eyes shut for me, alright?” James whispered into my ear, a chill running down my spine as I nodded compliantly. The initial heat of James’ hands left me face and I felt empty, even more when I heard his feet shuffling away. Using my hearing, I tried to figure out what he was doing, as he walked away from me then back towards me.

Was he pacing?

My thoughts were answered when I heard what sounded like a block of cinder moving, the rustle of rock rubbing together snapping me into my senses. Then, I heard the creaking of a door opening and I realised where we were: The Room of Requirement.

To some, it was a myth, an urban legend, but I knew it was real, as the marauders had planned their fair shares of pranks in that room. I smiled, wondering what James had gotten up to last night and why he was dragging me here at a ridiculous hour in the morning.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now sweetheart.” Greedily, I opened my eyes and took in the astonishing surroundings. The room had turned into an eloquent bedroom, with a blush king size bed up against the wall. In the corner was a closed off area with a sheer curtain keeping it hidden. An aroma of fresh linen and warm vanilla filled the room as I stepped further in. A vinyl player was set near the middle of the room, playing some quiet music to set the mood. Up against the player was a bunch of couches and a table, which seemed to be holding a plethora of different fruits and pastries.

I bee-lined for the bed though, diving into the blankets and duvet, sinking into the mattress, sighing in content. James followed behind, peeling off his shoes and over layer of his clothes, stripping into a more comfortable option. Together, we pulled the blankets over the bed, ready to go back to sleep.

“I’ll be right here when you wake up, my love.” James hummed, pulling me close to his side so I could snuggle further into his torso. His heart beat soothed me, calming me down enough to pull me into a deep slumber in the arms of my one true love.

***

When I woke, James was already awake, playing with the ends of my hair, mesmerised. As he noticed I was waking, he kissed my forehead lovingly, tightening his grip around me, cuddling me more.

“Do you want breakfast?” He asked, his raspy morning voice sending a flush to my cheeks. I straightened up to him, placing a kiss directly to his lips.

“Of course, but I would also like to know what all this is for too.” I questioned, palming the edge of his shirt over in my hands, my fingers brushing over his bare stomach.

“We can talk over breakfast.” Taking my hand, he hoisted both of us out of the covers and guided me over to the couches, making sure I was sitting comfortably before going into an enchanted refrigerator to bring out some food. Even though refrigerators are typically cold places, two steaming plates of waffles and berries emerged from the fridge, with a smiling man carrying them over.

Hungrily, I took a plate from my boyfriend and started cutting into the sweet food, placing a piece into my mouth and chewing slowly, watching James from the corner of my eyes, who hadn’t stopped grinning since I had woken up.

“So,” I started, swallowing my mouthful, “what’s all this for?” James cocked an eyebrow but I continued dutifully. “I mean, it’s just a random Saturday morning and you surprised me with all this, and I’m-” I couldn’t even find the words to describe how I felt at the moment. The adoration I had for my boyfriend was too much.

“NEWT season is over and I know how much you’ve been stressing over these exams. I just wanted one weekend for you to distance yourself from the real world. I wanted to do something for you, because you mean so much to me, and I love you more than I can even imagine.”

“I can imagine a lot.” I giggled, placing a sour berry on my tongue.

“Oh?” James challenged, licking his lips, a million thoughts running through his head. “What else can you imagine?”

I thought about that for a while, taking another bite out of the crisp waffle on my plate, before speaking up again. “I can imagine us taking a bubble bath together, like what we did on our first date, do you remember?”

“How could I forget? There were bubbles everywhere! I could never imagine how messy it would turn out but, oh well.”

“We can imagine it now.” I smiled, a silence settling between us as we finished off our breakfast. Taking sneaky glances at James while eating, I saw the way his eyes were moving, like his brain was working overtime. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. I’m in love with that man.

After a while, when both the plates had been cleared, James cleared his throat, speaking once again. “We don’t have to imagine anymore. Follow me.”

My eyes lit up as I traipsed behind James to the corner of the room. He peeled back the curtain to reveal a full bathtub, warm soapy water coming off of it in swirling vapours. Hues of different liquids poured into the tub in thick streams, mixing together.

It was exactly like our first date, when James and I had broken into the prefect’s bathroom and bathed in all the different baths they had. The memories that it brought back welled tears up in my eyes, my hand wiping them away before he could notice.

“After you, m’lady.” A smile crept up my face as I slowly stripped the night dress off my body, criss crossing my arms up and over my head, pulling it off. Hesitantly, I unclasped my bra and pulled down my panties, before stepping into the bath, the warmth of the water calming my nerves in a second. As I turned back around, I noticed the bars James following me in, climbing into the tub and sitting down next to me. His arm wrapped around my waist pulling me into his side, my head dropping down to his shoulder.

“You really are the most beautiful girl in the world.” His words spoke deeply to me as his hand stroked up and down my side lovingly. I felt like a princess who had just found her prince.

“And you are the most dashing person I’ve ever met.” I cheeked back, taking a handful of bubbles from the water and blowing them into James’ face. Sensing a fight coming on, James pulled his glasses off the bridge of his nose and sat them down on the edge of the bath, getting his game face ready.

“Oh, you’re on.” Is all he said before taking his own fistfull of bubbles and dropping them over my head, trickles of water running down the side of my face. Grinning menacingly, I gripped onto his shoulders, pulling him closer to my body before diving under the water, pulling his in with me. The world seemed to slow down for a moment as we stared at each other in the tinted water, holding our breaths as we waited for the next person to make their move. We didn’t wait long though as James used his strength to flip me over so he was on top of me, pulled us out of the water and pinned me to the side of the bath.

“Okay, okay, you win.” I pouted, a giggle falling from my lips as James released me from his grasp.

“What’s my prize?” A cunning grin rose on his face as I contemplated what to do. I could pull him back under the water or let him meet another ball of bubbles.

“This.” I said, pulling him close towards me, kissing him slowly on his lips. What was meant to be a short and sweet kiss turned longer and sensual as James' arms pulled me closer by my waist and my arms shot up around his neck. The kiss quickly turned passionate as James tilted my head up just a little to make me gasp, his tongue using this as an invitation to slip into my mouth.

After a few more minutes of just being with each other, we pulled away, our lungs thanking us for returning air into our systems. We were left breathless, panting as James’ hands went up to my cheeks, his thumb gently caressing my cheekbone.

“I really enjoyed that prize.” He smirked, running his fingers through my tresses of hair. I playfully splashed him with the water in the tub, swinging my legs over his lap to snuggle back into his chest. His breathing matched mine as we sat like this for a quiet moment.

“You know I love you, right?” James croaked out, a slight amount of anxiety detected in his voice. The question surprised me for a moment, catching me off guard, but I soon composed myself, looking at James directly in his doe like eyes.

“Of course, I do, love.” I sighed, running my thumb over his plump lips before leaning upwards to place one more peck at the corner of his mouth. “And I love you too. More than anything.”

“More than anything?” James laughed, his fingers falling down to my waist to tickle me gently. “More than waffles?”

“More than anything. Definitely more than waffles.” I melted in his grasp, pulling his hands off my waist and into my own hands, tugging him upwards into a standing position. “Do you know what else I can imagine?”

“Oh? What else can you imagine?”

“I can imagine us dancing around right now.”

“Whatever you can imagine can come true. Anything for you.” And with that, James bent down, kissing my knuckles like a true gentleman.

Carefully, we stepped out of the bathtub together and I took a few towels from a table and gave one to James. He rubbed the towel gently over his chest before tying it down so it hung loosely off of his hips. I patted the towel against my hot skin, feeling a bit of relief from the cold material. Once I was sufficiently dry, I tied it just above my breasts, so the towel covered my torso and most of my thighs.

I followed James out of the secluded bath area and into the open room where I found his playing with the vinyl player. When a new song started playing, he took my hand in his and placed his other hand on my waist, waiting for me to take his shoulder. As I did, I felt James immediately spin me around and dip me softly, kissing my forehead. Blushing again, I let James take control a bit, spinning me around like we were at a ball. This time, I wasn’t stepping on his toes with every moment and it felt like magic. The world seemed to have slowed down for us and we were the only two left. Nothing mattered except the man holding me right now and trying to listen out for the music so I didn’t fall on my head.

“Do you know what this song is?” James asked, spinning me in his arms once more.

“I don’t actually.” I pondered for a moment then spoke again. “It’s very lovely. What is it called?”

“It’s called Euphemia.” My eyes widened slightly as I recognised that name as the name of James’ mother. “My dad wrote it for her for their first anniversary. Whenever my mum would have a bad day, my dad would always play it through the house. One time, I was supposed to be asleep but I could hear my mum crying in the room over. So, I got up and started playing the song. She immediately stopped crying. To this day, I don’t know what she was crying about, but I do know that this song brought her joy.”

I paused before speaking again, not wanting to ruin the moment. “It’s beautiful, James. I never knew your dad wrote music.”

“It was the only song he ever wrote. He told me that when I find someone that I love, I should play it for them. So I did.” My heart leaped when James said that, a few tears dripping down my cheeks in happiness, just for James to brush them away with his fingers. Then, without thinking, I spoke again.

“Imagine if we grow old together. We could be dancing in our own living room to this song.” I didn’t realise what I had said until I saw James’ eyes light up and the biggest smile ever crept up on his face. Without being able to even register what was happening, James got down on one knee and removed the Potter family ring from his finger.

“[Y/N] [L/N], I am here to make anything you can imagine come true. This ring has been in the Potter family for generations and it’s time I give it to you, for you are going to be the next Potter. You make me the happiest man ever and it’s time you know how much you mean to me. I know there’s a war going on outside of Hogwarts, but frankly, I don’t care. I want to be with you forever, through thick and thin, through high and low. If you will let me, I can be your everything. Once we get out of school, we can buy our own little cottage in the countryside like you always wanted. We can wake up next to each other each morning like you always wanted. My darling angel, will you marry me?”

It was perfect. My head was nodding frantically before I even had time to get the words out of my mouth. All I knew was the love of my life on his knee in front of me, ready to take the next step in our lives together.

“Yes, James Potter. I will marry you.”