#sirius is the big spoon

[up-to-some-good]

A Different Problem

This prompt is a bit old, but this idea came to me last night and I couldn't let it go. So, a bit of a reversed trope for @wolfstarmicrofic prompt - only one bed.

Remus sighed as he heard Sirius roll over again. They'd turned out the lights maybe ten minutes ago, and Sirius had repositioned about a hundred times since then, rolling over and shifting loudly every few seconds.

Remus himself was struggling to sleep, honestly. They were staying at a hotel for the weekend of James and Lily's wedding and everything was just slightly wrong. He wasn't used to falling asleep in such peaceful surroundings, their neighbourhood in London always bustling and busy. The bed also wasn't as comfy, being a bit firmer than the squishy mattress they had at home and the sheets were stiff and smelt different.

On top of all that, the hotel had given him and Sirius and him a twin room. James and Lily had booked them a queen bed, like they had for every other couple, but the hotel had changed it the second they saw the two men walk in together. So Sirius was across the room in his own twin bed, rather than curled behind Remus like he would be at home. Truthfully, Remus was not pleased with this arrangement either, missing his boyfriend's warm weight behind him, but he had slept without Sirius there before, and he was sure he could do it again.

If Sirius would just stop moving, that is.

"Sirius," Remus hissed as he moved again. "Would you just lie still?"

"I can't get comfy," Sirius responded. "I'm not used to sleeping alone."

"What do you do when I'm away on missions?" Remus whispered back.

"I stay awake."

There was a pause. Sirius was finally still as he waited for his boyfriend to respond.

"Get over here," Remus eventually whispered across the room. "We can squeeze in my bed for tonight and push the beds together in the morning."

Sirius didn't hesitate, scrambling across the rooms and settling against Remus, the pair of them sharing one pillow and one tiny duvet.

Finally, they slept.

[sleepytwilight]

howdyyy :D

as a little spoon arcky enjoyer, i asked this for research!!

what are the cuddling positions the others like to be? I personally think the others are big spoon except vega and poll, but i'd like to see your own thoughts :D

Ohhh :O

𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕦𝕤

I honestly image Arcturus as little spoon for a while until he feels comfortable enough to be the big spoon in cuddling. It'll be so cute <3

𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕒

I don't believe this man can be a big spoon in relationships, he only sleep for 4 hours that's so unfair- I need to drag this man myself to bed and trapped him in my arms so he doesn't escaped by affections. He's the little spoon lol-

ℙ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕩

Definitely little spoon, no reason further.

𝔸𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕫

This guy already grabbed me to take a nap together (let me be delusional.) He's definitely hugging us like a pillow lol

𝕊𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕦𝕤

Yknow this is like a battlefield- I can't choose whether Sirius is a big or little spoon. He might be big spoon since he likes to tease us but he might be a little spoon because we have to make him stay with us- Definitely both.

𝕍𝕖𝕘𝕒

If anyone think Vega is big spoon in cuddling position, I don't believe you unless you draw it- Look, Vega gave that bottom vibe in relationship- I just wanna squish his face and cuddles with him.

[deonysus]

which one is the big spoon of prongsfoot?

neither bc they fall asleep facing each other <3

[nightswatchdisbandmentera]

Might be a hot take but a major character’s death is really only as good as the weight and the treatment that the narrative gives it. Sure, any author has the ability to write death as they see fit. But whether the consumer (of any given form of media) is actually able to emotionally connect and resonate with the departure of someone who has occupied a good chunk of narrative space very heavily depends on how it’s treated within the story. If it’s a major character, the narrative needs enough built-in breathing space. As in, the consumer doesn’t have to fill in the blanks as to how the death impacted the plot or the remaining characters. Let the narrative do that for them, and that would actually allow the consumer to better react and relate to that major death (sadness, anger, joy, etc). Allow the rest of the characters (who were impacted by the deceased) to react to their parting. Let them engage with the death in a manner that helps justify the character’s inclusion in the narrative to begin with. Make it clear how the character’s life and (especially) their death relate to the larger themes of the story. Because most consumers aren’t stupid. We don’t want our hands held at every waking moment, but we also don’t want our investment in a story to be insulted just for the sake of a cheap shock. Give us time to breathe and grieve. And respect that we have put in a lot of emotional investment in a story and its characters, and we deserve to have that acknowledged.

[moonsflowerco]

sirius is a little spoon cuz they need to be protected from the world

regulus is a big spoon cuz he needs to protect his world

[tortoisebore]

okay so random question but between wolfstar who’s the big spoon and who’s the little spoon

i am entirely convinced that it changes every day

[liketolovexx]

James Potter is easily the biggest of the three. He’s just so muscular and strong, but in a soft way. He’s got a soft layer of fat protecting his muscles, and I imagine he’s very freckled too. Not sure why. He is the epitome of a golden retriever boyfriend. He likes being the big spoon, and has an INCREDIBLE weak spot for getting his hair played with. Like, it’s literally orgasmic to him. He grew up with everything. Love, money, etc, etc, so he’s probably the touchiest (at first), and is all over you from the start. Also, I think he often forgets his strength and squeezes u too hard and you’ve gotta be like “uh.. Jamie..? You’re.. you’re kinda squeezing-“ and he just puts an arm over ur mouth like “shut up, baby. Sorry. Love you.” He’s adorable.

Remus Lupin is just a normal sized boy, and runs hot like a radiator. Honestly. He doesn’t even need all those knitted sweaters and warm coffee because he just is the embodiment of autumn warmth. He’s littered with silver scars from his lycanthropy, so when u see him naked for the first time, he’s so self conscious. He’d have his arms wrapped around himself, shielding his scars from your view, and you’ve got to prize his hands off of himself. “I’m sorry.. i know they’re not.. appealing.. it’s…” and you’re just like “woah, rem, what? You’re fucking beautiful.” You say that, and he’s yours. He’s not used to love like James is, but he’s probably the one to start getting cuddly. I imagine it’s winter and he’s reading in the common room, and ur shivering because by some miracle the fire isn’t on. He looks up from his book, admiring you for a while and then lifts up his sweater. You SHOOT underneath it and basically curl up like a cat against his bare chest. I repeat: HE IS SO FUCKING WARM. You’d probably have an ‘eternal sunshine of the spotless mind’ moment with him at the start of your relationship though. You know when Clementine is saying she always thought she was ugly and Joel starts kissing her and saying “you’re pretty, you’re pretty, you’re pretty…” yeah, you’d be Joel and he’d be Clementine. But once he’s comfortable, he’s a fucking fiend. You’ll never be cold again, trust me.

Sirius Black is skinny and pale. Like a vampire. Endearingly. I imagine he has a nose piercing and an eyebrow piercing, and he’s all tattooed up. Will DEFINITELY get your initial on his abdomen or collarbone in swirly penmanship. Sirius will act like your best friend even when u two are dating. Bless him though, he’s so used to being hurt and abused by those that are meant to protect him that he can’t trust you at first. I think the first time he came to realise you were different is when you asked him what happened after winter break at his parent’s house, because he was being really quiet and flinching a lot which is unlike him. You cornered him in the common room when no one else was there, and asked him “hey, Siri? What’s going on, man? Tell me.” He insisted, “I’m fine. I swear, sweetheart.” You went to tuck his black curls behind his ear but he flinched, which shattered your heart. You said “Sirius, please. I need to know you’re okay, because I need you safe.” And hearing that, he broke down into your arms. From then on, he’s always in your arms. He adores comforting you, because he’s a big brother himself and so he has the instinct, you know? But man, does he fucking adore being in your arms. He WILL curl up beside you wherever you’re sitting or lying, and is always rubbing against you. He always says “I can’t help it, babe, it’s just the dog in me.” Which he seems to find HILARIOUS. Oh yeah, and he literally can’t sleep unless you’re the big spoon or his head is on your chest or in your neck. He likes to feel safe and protected for once, and you do that for him to no end. He’s THE 70s rocker stereotype, and he loves having matching nail polish with you. You’re best friends as well as lovers.

Sorry for yapping to no end guys!!!

[luveline]

hiii can you possibly write a poly!marauders x reader who is way too much like sirius 😭 i’m so so so similar to him it’s literally scary and we have the same birthday too??? same everything it’s crazy i think it would be so funny to watch them navigate through Two siriuses 😭

thank you for your request <3 fem!reader

Remus has been in love with Sirius since they were fourteen years old, so falling for you was easy. It was practically already done. 

You’re sitting by the window with a tape player in your lap and headphones over your ears. Pretty mouth turned down, eyes lined with a smudged kohl, you look lovely when you sulk. Remus can’t stand to leave you alone. 

He gives you a moment's peace, of course, but with James and Sirius entangled in a dinner-making argument and nothing left to do, he’s almost forced to sit beside you in the window seat. There isn’t much room, bless, but you don’t argue, leaning back into his arm and continuing your staring out the window. 

“You okay?” he asks. He knows the music isn’t too loud. You loathe being snuck up on. 

“Am I okay?” you ask, turning your head gently to the side, meeting his eyes through the fence of your lashes. Mascara lengthens them, has their ends kissing your brow as you widen your eyes slowly, playfully. 

“Sitting all by yourself.” 

“I’m not,” you say, the corners of your lips curling into a pleased half-smirk. You’ve too much affection about you to be truly smug. 

“But you were.” He moves the headphones off of your ears slowly. 

It’s a good thing Remus is such a flirt. You’d be hard to keep up with otherwise. He does wonder how James survives it; you and Sirius will flirt brazenly, almost darkly, a seduction in the smallest of things. Picking lint off of his shirt, wiping coffee foam from his lip. And Remus is quieter, not as shy as some might think him but without the darling charm (well, unless he wants it). 

You hold his gaze. “I knew you’d come and keep me company, Remus… that’s what you’re doing, right?” 

He laughs in your face, which isn’t to stay he’s laughing at you. He just can’t not laugh. You’re nerve wracking and sweet and his to flirt with. Plus, you hear him laughing and the majority of your facade melts away as you laugh yourself, the tip of your nose bumping against his sleeve. “Jerk,” you say. 

You and Sirius are different in some ways, of course. Sirius can’t stand having air blown in his ear and you love it, shivering with delight as you curl into his arm. 

“Hello. What’s going on here?” 

James is climbing onto the window seat before either of you can tell him not to. There’s absolutely no room for him nor his muscly arms, his shirt getting caught on your knee and rising, an unreadable mess of limbs and fabric. A tan hand uses Remus as a lift. James straddles your lap, bringing his face up to smile at you lovingly. “Hello, lovely.” 

“James, this is rather selfish of you,” you say. “Me and Remus were having a cuddle.” 

“He had you all last night.” 

“That’s not true. Sirius shared me with him. I was like a cherry pit.” 

James makes a horrified, undignified shriek like you’ve jabbed him in the gut. “What the fuck.” 

“You know full well I didn’t, Jamie, on account of my being the big spoon to your little one.” Sirius arrives, and announces his disgust with a wrinkle of the nose. “I can’t believe I’ve just said that out loud. Domesticity is becoming too much.” 

James is a tall, tall guy, and he’s not skinny either. Remus gives up his seat before he’s pushed from it, and at least finds a new embrace in Sirius’ space, a hand behind his back, ringed fingers ghosting against his spine. 

“Aw, Remus, what are you doing? …Come back,” James whines. 

You laugh again. “You’ve stolen all the room.” 

“Can I be blamed?” 

Sirius wraps his arm around Remus' waist. One moment he’s being hugged, the next kissed, silky soft kisses pressed to his jaw as Sirius murmurs, “You could’ve stood your ground.” 

But then Sirius wouldn’t be kissing him.

“Forget him,” Sirius advises, his lips parting over a soft spot near threateningly. “Who needs him? You have me.” 

“It wasn’t like that!” James insists. “I just missed her when I was in the kitchen.” 

“And I missed you, Jamie,” you murmur. 

Sirius scoffs, to Remus’ delight. “What’s funny?” Sirius asks, pulling Remus’ head back by the hair, not rough or anything but intimate enough of a move that Remus probably has hearts for eyes as he answers. 

“She sounds exactly like you, you realise?” 

Sirius narrows his grey eyes. “Well, it’s not a bad way to sound.” 

Remus has had enough of him, really, the flirting is fun but he misses his boyfriend, especially if James is going to steal the cuddle with you Remus had been aiming for. “I want some herbal tea,” he says, sewing his arms over Sirius’ shoulders, as much love in his touch and gaze as he can possibly fit. “Do you want some? I’ll make it for us.” 

In the same moment, James is holding your cheek and asking what you’d like for dinner, whatever you want, honey, so close you can smell his aftershave lingering from the morning and the minty cherry hybrid smell of his favourite chewing gum. His weight rests on your hip. Remus can see you heating up from over Sirius’ sharp shoulder.

You and Sirius are also very alike in that you both fluster at being treated with care. Immediate melting. Cheeks hot to the touch. 

“I don’t mind, Jamie,” you mumble. 

“I’d love some,” Sirius says, ever so slightly hoarse. 

[moonstruckme]

omg I love your sirius sm like im actually obsessed with him!!!! I was wondering if you could just do a cute drabble or one shot about him cuddling with reader and fighter over who’s big spoon and little spoon? I feel like he’d always get to be little spoon and reader would complain about it but secretly love it! if not no worries :))

Thanks for requesting sweetheart! There is nothing I want more in life than to be straddled in a playfully agressive manner by Sirius Black <3

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 500 words

“This is so not fair,” you laugh, and Sirius is trying to pin you behind him with his hands splayed awkwardly on your back. “You’ve had your turn forever.” 

“I’m not rolling over,” he tells you simply. 

You wriggle out of his grip, his black fingernails grasping desperately at your sleep shirt. “Fine,” you say, “then I’m rolling over. We can just sleep with our backs touching.” 

Sirius has flipped towards you before you can get far. He pins the arm closest to him to the bed so you can’t turn to your other side, his eyes narrowed dangerously. 

“You are going to spoon me,” he says, quietly, so straight-faced you’d hardly know he was playing with you, “and you are going to like it. Understand?” 

You’re not near as good as him at the stony act. You press your lips together, but they slant upward. “No,” you reply, and tug your arm from his grip. 

Your boyfriend makes an indignant sound, grabbing your arm again and rolling on top of you. You laugh, struggling. He only grabs hold of your other wrist, pinning both to the bed and leaning down so he’s in your space. 

“Why must you be so difficult?” he asks, like this is really very petulant of you. 

You blow at the hairs falling in his face. Sirius’ composure doesn’t break, but now the mirth is in his eyes. Quick as a flash, he pecks you on the lips. 

“Wha—don’t do that!” you giggle, moving your hips this way and that to jostle him. He rides it out like minor turbulence. “We’re in a fight.” 

“Don’t be so good-looking, then.” He steals another kiss, better than the last. It makes you chase him once it’s done, but he pulls out of your reach. “Feeling ready to spoon, darling?” 

“Ready to be spooned,” you challenge. “You can’t seduce me into submission, you know.” 

Sirius blows out a breath as if the tedium of this dispute is really getting to him. “Alright, fine.” He lets go of your wrists, slumping down on top of you and folding his hands on your chest. He lets his chin rest atop them. “I can stay here all night. I’m rather comfy, actually.” 

You’ll bet he is. You roll your eyes exaggeratedly, making sure he sees your reluctance. “Okay,” you sigh. “You can be little spoon for tonight, but I want at least two hours of little spoon time when we watch that movie tomorrow night.” 

He grins, flashing teeth. “Can do, sweetness.” 

“Oh, now it’s sweetness,” you mutter as he rolls off you and onto his side.

“You’re always my sweet girl,” he says matter-of-factly, pulling your arm over him and kissing your heart line. He gives your hand a condescending little pat. “Sometimes you just need to remember who’s in charge.” 

“I can still turn around,” you threaten. “And is the one in charge the one pushing his butt into me right now?” 

“You better believe it, gorgeous.”

[marauderstars]

Sirius: So, who’s the big spoon and who’s the little spoon?

James: We’re chopsticks!

Sirius: Aww that’s cute. Does that mean you snuggle real close?

Regulus: No, it means if you take one of us away, the only thing the other one is good for is stabbing.

[you-cant-be-sirius]

James: So... who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon? Remus: We're chopsticks! James: Well... that's cute! Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly? Sirius: No, it means that if you take one of us away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.

[fourmoony]

hey, you could do something with reader telling james (or poly!marauders) that you're pregnant. reader was tense and hesitant about what his reaction would be, as she thought he wouldn't like the idea

thanks for requesting!

f!reader 1k cw: pregnancy

James has his head almost inside the pot of soup on the stove, poking and prodding at it with a wooden spoon as though it may bite him, when you cross through the arched entryway of the kitchen. He turns his head over his shoulder when he hears your socked feet padding across the tiled flooring, glasses fogged up and his smile bright.

"I don't think I did it right." He tells you, forbearing a greeting all together.

His brows hook in the middle when he turns back to the pot, lips pouted just a little. You peek over his shoulder to find a simmering pot of vegetable water and find yourself biting back a smile. Sweet James, your loving and doting boyfriend, always up for a challenge. You don't have the heart to tell him there's entirely too much water and not nearly enough stock in the pot, so you rub his shoulder encouragingly, place a kiss to it, after. "Looks lovely, handsome."

It pulls a warm smile out of your boyfriend, who seems more encouraged by your words than you think he should be. He's so trusting, so loving, leads with his heart and his soul, and nothing else. He puts too much faith in you.

"Remus' never looks like this, but I s'pose thats because he does it in the slow cooker." James placates himself with a shrug, eyes back on the steaming pot.

You hum a mild agreement, pulling yourself up onto the worktop so you're facing James. He likes the company whenever he's cooking. You like the domesticity, the routine, spending time with him whilst completing a task, talking about your day, your friends. It's nice, to be so comfortable with the person you love.

"Did you write down the instructions as he was giving you them? Or are you going from memory?" You ask James apprehensively.

He doesn't reply at first, too occupied with throwing a load of raw potatoes into the pot. They drop to the bottom of the pot with a sickening thud, water splashing over the sides. James winces as a droplet catches the side of his arm and turns to you with a weary look, "From memory. He was going too fast and the landline was crackly."

There's no saving the soup now, so you allow James to continue his ministrations. You'll pretend it's even better than Remus'. Anything for James. Anything to see him smile.

"He said he hopes you're feeling better soon, by the way. Sirius, too." James adds, face dangerously close to the open flame of the gas cooker as he adjusts the heat.

You blanch. You'd mentioned feeling poorly to James yesterday morning, a little tired, a little sick, stiff, the normal beginnings of a cold. The soup makes sense, now. "You asked Remus for his soup recipe because I mentioned feeling a little poorly once?"

James nods, shrugs like it's no big deal.

You've never felt this kind of love before, the kind of care and consideration James has.

"Jamie, I'm not poorly." Your voice is a little unsteady.

You'd wanted to wait, tell him when you'd figured out how you felt about it yourself. Wanted to be sure whether this was something you wanted, something James would want. You know he's a good man, a good person with a massive heart, but you've not been together for as long as you'd have liked, you're not married, there's a list of things that could make James run for the hills and you wouldn't blame him.

But you know him. You know James Potter. He's never ran from anything.

"Well it's too late for that, I've already made the ruddy soup, now." James teases, poking the pudge of your thigh with the tip of the wooden spoon.

"James," You try to garner his full attention, away from the burning vegetable water, "I wasn't poorly."

He frowns, probably trying to pin together the phrase with the way you're acting and comes up with nothing, so he says nothing.

"I'm pregnant."

James doesn't say anything for a minute. You can't read him. Eyes wide, jaw slack, eyebrows lost in the messy tuft of his fringe. Just when you think the silence might choke you, the fire alarm sounds, loud and abrasive. It kick starts your boyfriend's brain and he grabs the nearest tea towel, motioning for you to stay put, and wafts the smoke away from the detector.

After, in the silence that follows, he leans over the kitchen sink and opens the window, turns off the stove.

"When did you find out?" He asks, voice unwaveringly calm.

Your heart slams against your rib cage, scared and begging you to run, "This morning."

James nods, "How do you feel?"

"Nauseous. Confused. Scared."

James softens, crosses the distance between you. His hands are soft on your face when he slots between your legs, eyes swimming with emotion. He smells faintly like OXO stock cubes and his normal cologne as he rests his forehead against yours and heaves a deep breath. "You wanna do this?"

"Only if you do." You answer truthfully.

"I love you, you know that?" His voice comes out hoarse, and you realise he's holding back tears.

Tears spring to your eyes, too, when you nod, "I know."

"There's no one else I'd rather do it with."

Relief washes over you like a bucket of cold water, bringing the air back to your lungs, life back to your heart. You're laughing into the kiss that James presses to your lips, giddy and excited. He presses two gentle pecks there, after, and one to your forehead.

"Holy shit I'm gonna be a Dad." He sounds awed, in disbelief.

You laugh, "Yeah. You are."

"And you're gonna be a Mum."

"That's generally how it works, babe." You say placatingly, thumbs swiping over his rounded cheeks, holding his face in place. His smile is like the sun, bright and blinding. You feel warm all over just looking at it.

"I need to phone Sirius." James announces, turning on his heel to make for the landline.

You shouldn't be surprised, not when Sirius is an extension of your boyfriend's being. So, you simply wait until you can hear James ramming his fingers against the telephone, and dump a couple more stock cubes into the soup.

He can thank you later.

[lixzey]

monster among men

“It's only two to three times a week, Y/n. It's not that bad, I mean would you rather patrol with Snape? He's a greasy git, unlike Regulus Black, have you even looked at him? He's bloody fit!” One of Y/n's friends, Mary MacDonald, gushed as she looked over at the Slytherin table. 

Y/n rolled her eyes at the brunette, “He is not fit, Mary.” 

Marlene McKinnon scoffed, “Are you daft? Or are you just blind?”

“What do you two even see in that git? He's annoying, self-centered, pompous, and arrogant.”

“Well, yeah, but look at his face!” Marlene jerked her head towards the Slytherin table. Y/n rolled her eyes, “No thanks, I'd rather gouge my eyes out.” 

“So stuck up, Y/n.” Mary chuckled, shoveling a spoonful of mashed potatoes in her mouth, making Y/n scrunch her nose. 

“He just looks like Sirius, what's so special about him?” Y/n grumbled, taking a glance at the Slytherin table. 

“Sirius looks like a bad boy, while Regulus, he looks like he was carved by the gods. Yeah, they look alike, but Regulus has much more defined facial structures. Have you seen that jawline? Merlin, I think it could cut my finger if I touched it.” Marlene explained, eyeing Y/n as if she was a first year.

“That is if he'd let you touch him.” Y/n chuckled, “That git's more sensitive than Sirius.” 

“Speaking of Sirius,” Mary started, her voice lower than what it was before, “Do you think he's okay that you're partnered with his brother? I mean, Sirius is like your brother too at this point.” 

“You think he can persuade Professor McGonagall to pair me up with someone else? No, he can't, making his opinion invalid. Even if he isn't okay with it, he doesn't really have a say in it.” Y/n sighed, reaching for a treacle tart, “But if he could, it would be absolutely amazing, but I wouldn't get my hopes up.” 

After the little incident in the Prefect's compartments, Y/n stormed off, dragging Remus behind her. The Head Boy and Girl, allowed her to take patrols with Remus on the train, on the condition that she will comply with the partnering situations. As soon as Y/n stepped off of the train, she avoided Regulus as much as possible. Being both Prefects, they had the privilege of riding in separate carriages up to the school. Y/n decided to run off and find her friends instead, much to the amusement of her brother and Lily. 

Throughout the sorting ceremony, Y/n's mind wandered to the possible things that could happen on patrols with Regulus Black. The possibilities were endless. Regulus could hex her, Y/n could punch him, Regulus could push her down the stairs, or maybe, just maybe, Y/n could push in the Black Lake and feed him to the giant squid. Just thinking of his smug face made Y/n's blood boil to a temperature she didn't know was even possible. 

“Hey, Y/n, look!” Marlene said, tapping her on the shoulder, snapping her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the direction her friend was pointing to, only to see Regulus Black, being dragged out of the Great Hall by a grinning Sirius Black, a laughing James Potter, an annoyed Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew stumbling after them.

Y/n knitted her brows together, “What in Merlin's name are they doing?”

“They're going to give him the protective brother's speech.” Lily chimed in, sitting beside Y/n, making her jump. “Bloody hell, Lily! You gave me a fright!” 

Lily grinned, “Jumpy, are we?” 

Y/n rolled her eyes at the redhead, “I hate you.”

Lily chuckled, “You love me.” 

“So, a big brother's speech, huh?” Mary laughed, “Aren't they protective?”

“Oh please, Sirius probably just wants an excuse to bother his brother.” Y/n shrugged. She wouldn't put it past her brother and Sirius, knowing that they were absolutely protective when it comes to her, their 'baby sister'. Y/n sighed, eyeing her friends, “You want me to follow them, don't you?”

Marlene and Mary nodded enthusiastically. Y/n groaned, “Really?” 

“Yes, really!” Marlene grinned, “And you need to tell us everything!” 

“Yeah, we need all the details!” Mary insisted. 

Y/n groaned again, lightly hitting her head on the table. “Bloody gossiping shits.” Y/n murmured. 

“What was that, Y/n/n? Speak up, love.” Marlene teased. 

Y/n lifted her head up, glaring at Marlene, and gripping the fork in her hand. “I am this close to stabbing you with this fork.” 

“Just go! Go and eavesdrop on them!” Mary pushed, “Come on, don't you want to hear what your brother and Sirius have to say? Don't you want to hear what Regulus has to say?”

“Ugh, fine!” Y/n huffed, giving into her friends' pushing. She glanced at Lily, who just shrugged, “I mean, it would be interesting.” 

Y/n sighed, “You three better save me some chocolate muffins for later.” She grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder before standing up and taking one last glance at her friends. “And, you three owe me a butterbeer and some sugar quills on the next Hogsmeade trip.” 

“Fine, fine, now go!” Marlene grinned, jerking her head towards the door. Y/nbrolled her eyes and shook her head, before walking away from the Gryffindor table, making her way out of the Great Hall. 

“Don't forget your patrols with Black in the seventh floor corridor from eight to midnight!” Lily yelled after her. Y/n glanced back, and stuck her tongue out at Lily. She then walked out of the bustling hall and went to find the Marauders. 

It didn't take long for Y/n to find her brother and the rest of the boys. She could hear whimpering and Sirius' voice loud and clear in a nearby alcove. Y/n walked closer, casting a disillusionment charm over herself. Y/n peered over, and saw Sirius pinning his brother into the wall behind him. 

“-if you as much as hurt a hair on her head, I will hunt you down and throw you off of the astronomy tower, Reggie.” Sirius threatened in a low voice, which is a known trait in the Black family. They could be intimidating when they wanted to, and Sirius wasn't an exception to that. His grey eyes were dark and it was clear what his intentions were. Y/n's eyes then darted to Regulus, his face was calm—as if unfazed of what his brother told him. Though, there was a hint of fear in his eyes. 

“I w-won't h-hurt her, I won't. I p-promise.” Regulus whimpered, his eyes meeting with his brother's as he struggled in his grip. 

“Just know, if you hurt my sister, I will be known from then on as James Potter, the one who killed Regulus Black, the heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.” James spat, his hazel eyes flashing. At the sight of hazel eyes flashing at him, Regulus was reminded of another pair of hazel eyes—who was often too angry with him too. 

“I-I won't hurt her, I-I won't hurt Y/n.” 

James' eyes softened for a bit. “You can let him go now, Padfoot.” 

Regulus let out a breath of relief as soon as he felt his brother's hands were off of him. His eyes trailed up, meeting the eyes of Remus Lupin. “I know you know what I am,” He started, “If I see that girl hurt at your expense, I'll have your brother tie you up on a full moon.” Remus ended in a low voice, and Regulus could've sworn his eyes turned gold for a split second. Regulus felt his eyes boring into his soul, as if Remus could see his deepest darkest secrets. He stood up taller, composing his thoughts, before meeting James, Sirius, and Remus eye to eye. “Y-you h-have my w-word. I will n-never hurt Y/N Potter.”

Though he hates the girl, Regulus does not want to hurt Y/n. For the past five years that they had each other's wands in their throats, Regulus never hexed her. He would send jinxes her way, but never hexes. He was more of the victim of her hexes—the bat bogey hex and stinging hexes were her specialties—and he had scars to prove it. Y/n Potter was a powerful witch, and there was no doubt about that. But even without a wand, she can hurt him. At the memory, Regulus tasted blood in his mouth, though there wasn't. “That girl can hurt me before I can even grab my wand.” Regulus mumbled softly, nearly a whisper. 

Remus, having heard him with his enhanced senses, “Oh, we know. But Y/n, she has her moments, and in those moments you could strike her, and we don't want that.” 

Regulus rolled his eyes, “Alright, fine. I won't do anything to your little witch.” 

“You better.” James reminded, “If my sister-”

“I said I won't, Merlin, Potter! How many times am I going to say it?” Regulus snapped, his temper overtaking him. 

“Just making it clear.” 

Regulus rolled his eyes, “It's crystal clear.”

Y/n chuckled softly. Seeing Regulus Black getting annoyed at her brother while he couldn't do anything because of Sirius was the first time Y/n has seen him not get what he wanted. She took off her disillusionment charm, and silently crept behind her brother.

Y/n cleared her throat loudly. “What are you guys doing?” 

“Mother of Merlin!” Sirius shrieked, jumping into James' arms. Y/n burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. “Scaredy cat!” 

Regulus fought hard not to crack a smile, the sight of Y/n Potter laughing, wasn't a sight he gets to see everyday. The way her hair falls over her shoulders, the way her eyes sparkle in the moonlight, the way her laugh sounded like angels singing. 

What? Moonlight? Angels? What the bloody fuck is wrong with you, Regulus!? 

“Oi, Black!” The sound of Y/n's voice snapped him out of his trance. “Huh? What?” 

Y/n rolled her eyes, “Are you deaf? I said we have patrols in the seventh floor corridor from eight until midnight.”

Regulus glanced at James, who was mouthing: I got my eyes on you, Regulus. Don't do anything stupid. Regulus silently cursed him, before turning back to the girl in front of him. “Alright. I'll meet you there in an hour.”

Y/n gave him a curt nod, before turning her back and walking to her brother. She linked arms with James, and the four walked away. Before they got out of sight, Y/n shot a glance back at Regulus and stuck her tongue out. 

Regulus chuckled softly, shaking his head, before turning away, a small smile gracing his lips.  

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[villain-crown]

heart | @jegulus-microfic | words: 855

* I’m running late on the prompts whoops

critical care, part 6 (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 7, part 8, part 9)

a Jegulus nurse!AU

“Wow, he’s mean.”

“I’m meaner,” Regulus replied and holy shit James believed him.

He could picture it now: Regulus, a relentless, demanding little thing on top of him, sinking onto James’s cock with a vicious hiss and riding him until he was spent. He would be so small but a force of nature all the same, wrapping James’s heartstrings around his little finger like a leash.

Bloody hell, he’s going to look amazing on our Christmas cards.

“Were you just waiting for me to get angry?”

“I was waiting to see if you could,” Regulus corrected, licking a bit of cream from his spoon. James watched the pink tongue dart out, give a good, long lick and disappear past plush lips once more.

I’m not meant to survive this lunch.

“So you and Riddle used to…?”

“Used to,” Regulus replied carelessly.

“What happened?”

“He asked Sirius if he could fuck the both of us at the same time. Not a good look.”

James gaped at him, thoroughly distracted from his lascivious thoughts. “What!?”

Regulus set his spoon to the side. “It was before Sirius got together with Lupin. He was sleeping with half the hospital and every now and then one of his conquests would decide they wanted the matching set. So now Sirius loses his shit at anyone that looks at me sideways and I get the pleasure of sneaking around behind his back like this.”

That… made a lot of sense actually. James had just assumed that Sirius was being baselessly paranoid but there was something a bit bittersweet about it now. Sirius loved Regulus more than anything or anyone. He must have felt very guilty for putting his little brother in that position.

“I’m sorry.”

Regulus frowned. “Why? It’s not your fault.”

“It’s just… what you say.” James cleared his throat, switching topics. “But why did you want to see if I could get angry?”

“I wanted to make sure I wasn’t wrong.”

“About?”

“You manifesting the right attitude to fuck me.”

Even though James had very blatantly been hoping for it, the direct statement made him choke hard. “What!?”

“I like it rough,” Regulus explained calmly, making James work hard to will the beginnings of arousal away. “With teeth and nails and words. I don’t see anything wrong with it, but I understand that not every guy can deliver.”

James suddenly pictured a naked, sweating, panting Regulus on all fours under him with James’s teeth digging into Regulus’s smooth, warm shoulder as he took him from behind in harsh thrusts. It wasn’t James’s usual style—he liked looking at his partner; liked a bit of connection. But he was only human and what else was he supposed to do but agree if Regulus wanted a little pain with his pleasure?

There was something else that concerned him, however.

“Do you think Riddle’s angry enough to tell people?”

Regulus looked disinterested. “Riddle doesn’t scare me. He understands that the only power he has over me is whatever I decide to give him. If he turns me in to HR, I’ll turn him in too.”

“Mutually assured destruction.”

“No, actually, because I can get another nursing job tomorrow. He’s in a competitive program that lasts two years. He can’t afford to get kicked out. He wouldn’t get another cardiovascular fellowship with a sex scandal on his record. If anything, he’ll try to protect me to protect himself.”

Gorgeous, vicious little thing, James thought admiringly.

“I’m not being unreasonable. If he doesn’t want any problems, he just has to keep his mouth shut. It’s not that hard.”

“And you’re good at that sort of thing, are you? Keeping your mouth shut?”

Regulus just looked at him. “I make a much better impression with it open.”

“I bet you do.”

“So?” Regulus picked up the spoon again, idly pressing it against his tongue. “I already know you’re interested, so let’s not kid ourselves there. The real question is if you’re too scared of my big brother to fuck me the way you obviously want to.”

And that really was the question, wasn’t it? Sirius would lose his mind if he found out, that was a given. If he didn’t take a hit out on James, he’d at least refuse to ever speak to him again.

Objectively, this was a very obvious choice.

He should be running away screaming at the very suggestion of engaging the Slytherin like that.

…But fuck, Regulus was fit.

Like, expensive fashion magazine meets dirty wanking material fit.

This is really sort of Sirius’s fault, he tried to convince himself. The way Remus had told it yesterday when James had struck up a very ulteriorly-motivated conversation on the subject, Sirius had practically raised Regulus and had no spine whatsoever when it came to denying him anything.

“He’s never even heard of the word ‘no,’” Remus had concluded with a fond roll of his eyes. “Sirius spoils him rotten.”

And James would be out of his fucking mind to say no to him too.

“…You know what? Fuck it. I’ll fist fight Sirius every morning in the parking lot for the rest of my life if I have to. We’re doing this.”

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REMUS/JAMES/REGULUS 🧎🧎🧎 my life is fr yours. im so down to hear whatever hcs you have, i swear there’s noooo content of those 3 💔

Can’t believe I haven’t written about them before but okay:

- their house is small but v cute, they have it decorated with plants and book shelves and so many photos Remus has taken over the years

- James loves hosting parties and dinners and holidays so their house is the ‘get together’ house

- regulus has a little office space in the spare room to read and write, but James and Remus bought a sofa to put in it so they can nap when he’s working

- they have a cat and a dog that grew up together called Ben and Jerry (James’ doing)

- Remus is the quietest non-confrontational one and James and Reg bicker a lot so they often go to him for comfort before making up

- they all have one specific tv show or anime that they only watch together (it’s currently MHA xoxo)

- James and Remus’ parents come over pretty often and reg can get emotional about it but they treat him so nicely and they’re very patient with him when he needs time alone

- James cooks dinner, Remus bakes sweet treats and reg just sits on the counter and looks pretty whilst handing them things they need

- James is a switch/verse, Remus is a verse sub and reg is a dom bottom

- they had to get a massive bed to fit them all in because Remus and James are both 6’1” and Remus is lanky

- regulus steals their clothes 24/7

- Sirius and Peter come over almost daily to hang out (reg can’t seem to get rid of them)

- James is a little spoon, reg is in the middle and Remus is big spoon

[postazkabansiriussupremacy]

Sleepy (Post Azkaban!Sirius x Reader)

Thinking about Sirius crawling into bed with you in the middle of the night

CW: NSFW. Sleepy, lazy sex. Rawdogging. Just porn w no plot.

The rustling of bed sheets and added weight to your mattress slowly pulls you from your sleep. There isn’t much room on the twin-sized bed, so you’re quickly engulfed in the heat and weight of someone else’s body.

“Sirius?” You mumble drowsily, slowly lifting your head to confirm the sight of him.

“Mhm.” He hums, tickling your neck with the stubble on his chin.

You relax and lay your head back down on the pillow. Sirius’s hand slides around your waist and pulls you closer until your back is flushed against his chest. He continuously plants slow, wet kisses along your neck and shoulder.

His hand wanders from your waist and down to your hip, then giving it a good squeeze before sliding down to your thighs. He gently sucks a few love bites onto your shoulders whilst groping and massaging your inner thighs.

The two of you have been sleeping in separate beds since Harry and the Weasley’s came back for Winter break. After Arthur was attacked and what with all the things Harry’s been going through, keeping your new-found relationship under wraps seems to be the best option for the time-being.

And Sirius—an incredibly touch-starved man that’s known nothing but isolation and loneliness for the last decade—is going absolutely mad.

Subconsciously spreading your legs for him, Sirius uses his fingers to push the fabric of your panties aside. He slowly swipes a digit between your already-wet folds and chuckles quietly, whispering in your ear. “Missed me?”

You moan and nod lazily, bringing a hand up to cup his bearded cheek.

“Shhh.” He scolds, using his wet finger to draw circles on your clit. “Don’t want anyone to hear you, do we?”

Listening to your sweet, soft breathing and occasional mewls, Sirius uses his other hand to pull his cock out. He gives it a few strokes before aligning it up to your cunt. You arch your back, trying lazily to get him to stick it in already.

He grins and nips your neck, whispering condescendingly into your ear, “Such an impatient little thing.”

Nevertheless, Sirius can’t say no to that. With one gentle thrust he buries himself deep into your twat.

“Sirius!” You gasp quietly, tightly gripping the pillow underneath your head. He hums in response, tucking his nose into your hair and starting to move his hips in a slow, steady rhythm.

It’s been too long since he’s been inside you. Sirius doesn’t move his fingers away from your cunt. He focuses on spelling his own name over and over again onto your clit, because if he thinks too much about how good your pussy feels then he’ll cum too quickly.

But thankfully for him, you’re right on the edge as well. You try your best to muffle your moans and heavy breathing by turning your head and shoving your face into the pillow. Sirius pushes you forward by talking deeply into your ear, “C’mon, love, don’t hold back on me. I need to feel you cum on my cock.”

And that’s all you needed. Despite all of your best efforts to remain quiet, a long high-pitched moan escapes your lips as you reach the peak of your orgasm.

Feeling the walls of your cunt gripping his shaft, Sirius is sent over the edge as well. He cums with a quiet groan, shoving his face into the back of your neck and spilling his seed as deep into your pussy as he can get.

You both take a few moments to come down, smiling softly and saying nothing. Just enjoying each other’s presence. Sirius doesn’t move from his big spoon position, his cock still buried in your cunt.

You joke quietly, also making no effort to move. “Gonna fuck me and leave?”

“Of course not.” He kisses the shell of your ear. “Although I do wish the bed in this room was bigger; my arse is practically hanging off the side.”