#so Sirius was a cute Lil black puppy

[billi-mausi]

James and Sirius' animagus when they turned for the first time.

[robynlilyblack]

It's an ask for cant believe she is gone. Can you please write a sirius x reader where she is on her period and he is being the best boyfriend ever about it.

A Gentleman

Sirius Black x fem! reader

Summary: Y/n gets her period and Sirius shows off how much of a gentleman he is...which translates to him being a big ol' softie

Warnings: swearing, established relationship, post-Hogwarts, all things related to periods, blood, cramps etc, mentions of sex, nudity (non-sexual), Sirius being the man we all want

A/n: 1.5k words, he would be the best boyfriend about it, thank you for the request, enjoy x

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Sirius woke to something…well someone cuddling into him like a koala. His eyes opened to see you, nuzzling yourself deeper into his chest, his arms already wrapped around you but he moves one down to slip under your shirt, fingers tracing over the soft skin.

You were smiling in your sleep and his heart warmed, placing a kiss to your hair

"Pretty girl" he whispers to himself

He turns his head to look at the clock, 04:30, and his smile widens. Yes, it was a Tuesday and you both at work, but he still had 3 hours of this bliss before your morning routine would start.

His attention returns to you, your nose crunching up. He assumes it’s the cover from where you’ve slipped down during the night so he slides his hand down to hook around between your legs and hoist you back up but as he dues he feels something wet.

You whimper, nose crunching again and he realises it wasn’t the blanket tickling your nose. He was around eighty percent certain you had gotten your period during the night, and as he slowly pulled his arm up to look it turned to a hundred

“Aww puppy” he pushes his nose into your hair, placing a delicate kiss to it while he keeps his other hand in the air

He didn’t want to wake you just yet, especially since you were smiling again as you slept. He slowly shifted out from under you, turning his pillow around for you hug into instead. Standing up, he admires you cutely cuddling into the pillow before walking out of the room, heading to the main bathroom down the hall instead on the ensuite so the fan wouldn’t wake you

He flicks on the light, examining his arm, there wasn’t much blood and it was mostly around his wrist. Turning on the tap he washes the red liquid off, drying his arm quickly before going into the cupboard to get you some sanitary products and the designated underwear you had stored for emergencies.

He held up the underwear, ones you nicknamed ‘granny pants’ yet he always thought they looked rather cute and sexy “Aww this one has a lil bow” he scrunches his nose up at it

Moving back through to the bedroom you were still all cozied up, so he walked over to the drawers, pulling out an oversized shirt and a pair of tights in case you wanted them, knowing those made you feel like things where more secure

“Siri?” 

He hears you say in almost a whine. Turning around he’s met with you peering at him, a tired pout on your face, eyes blinking a little quickly to wake up, but making no move to stop hugging 'pillow Sirius'

“Hey darlin’” he places down the clothes and makes his way over to sit on the edge of the bed

Your hand stretches out to his and he chuckles taking it

“Why are you up?” you wonder, your eyebrows knitting in case somethings wrong, going to shift closer when you make a face

Sirius watches as you look down, muttering an ‘oh no’ before you burry your head into the pillow, groaning into it

“Come on darlin’” he coos trying to get you to look at him but your hand slips out of his, going to your belly instead and you whine “Puppy” he runs his fingers over your hair line

You peek up at him “I’m sorry” you apologise

He tilts his head and smiles “Don’t be puppy” he assures you, continuing to use the petname 

“I can feel it now” you cringe, letting out little hums as you become aware of the blood

He kisses your cheek “Let’s get you in the shower and clean you up, I already got you some fresh underwear” he smiles warmly

Your heart melts “My granny ones?” you eye him gently

He nods “Yes, I have your sexy granny panties at the ready” he says, letting out a laugh 

You giggle too “Can you help me up?” you make grabby hands 

He lifts the covers off of you “Eyes on me pup” he tells you, not letting wanting you to look at the small pool on the bedding

He lifts your legs out and takes your hands in his own, giving a kiss to each set of knuckles before he pulls you to your feet

“What’s wrong?” he asks as you scrunch up your face, not saying anything just looking down “Oh the flood gates have opened” he chuckles seeing the little beads running down before placing a hand over his mouth “Sorry puppy” he kisses your grumpy pout which soon dissipates

He follows you through to the bathroom, watching you cutely waddle through as quickly as you can so you don't stain the carpet

“It looks like I committed murder” you say looking down at the blood coating your inner thighs

Sirius bites back his smile “Worse ways to die” he replies coyly

You cross your arms and poke your cheek, a knowing look on your face

“What?” he shrugs, flicking on the switch for the shower “I’d happily die between those legs” he smirks

“I can arrange for that to happen” you quip cheekily, taking off your ruined underwear and placing them in the sink temporally

Sirius rolls his eyes playfully, moving over towards you “Can I?” he plays with the hem on your shirt

“No” you try to keep a straight face but he pinches your sides “Meany” you lift your arms

He chuckles “Love you too pup” he kisses your cheek, peeling off the shirt and throwing it onto the laundry basket

“Siri my eyes are up here” you remind him but he just keeps looking

“Yeah but your boobs are down there” he smirks earning a playful shove before you turn around and go to start the shower “And your arse is there”

You look over your shoulder “Siri anyone told you that you are a gentleman?” you say, voice laced with sarcasm as you run your hand over the water, waiting for it to get warm

He steps towards you, hands slipping around your front “You did, 25th of February 1976” he says recalling the date “You got stood up by that Ravenclaw at the dance, and I, being the gentlemen I am…” he kisses just below your ear “…cleaned you up, re-did your makeup, as well as my own so we matched, and took you instead” 

“I don’t recall calling you a gentleman though” you lie, ginning as you slip out of his arms and climb into the shower “I do remember, the mistletoe you got James to grow at the end of that night though”

He chuckles, setting down the toilet lid before sitting on it

“Fine” he concedes knowing your game, thinking for a moment whist you begin cleaning yourself up “Okay then...4th of December 1977, you called me a gentleman when I gave my coat to that Slytherin when she was cold and you then let me share your big fluffy coat...I also remember doing more and kissing you that time” he grins at you

You giggle “Okay I’ll give you that-” you start but then start whining as you press one palm into the tiles and the other to your lower stomach

“Cramp?” you hear Sirius ask, not noticing him starting to quickly strip off

You can only hum in agreement, you hated first day cramps, those were the worst. You were about to crouch down when you felt two warm hands wrap around your waist, now cupping your stomach. You sighed in response, this was one of the reasons you loved his Padfoot side, he was like a little heat pack, the pain becoming manageable

“Better?” he leans forward, kissing your cheek

You nod, body relaxing into him “I don’t know what I would do without you” you say, hand coming off of the wall to cup his

“Good thing you’ll never need to know the answer”

You smile to yourself, he could be a real romantic at times

“Turn around puppy”

You do as he says, watching as he grabs the shower head from the wall and kneels down. You admire him as he kisses your stomach before cleaning you up properly, being so gentle with you. His rougher hands rubbing softly over your thighs, and you grin as he kisses the skin once it's clean.

He then tilts his head up to find you looking down at him with all the love in the world, a look he returns threefold as he stands up once more

“I love you” he whispers hanging up the shower head, nose nudging into yours

You hug him in response, a faint 'I love you' escaping your lips as your cheek presses into his inked chest and his fingers run over your back in a soothing motion

“You want to call in sick and make a fort on the couch? Maybe have a movie marathon” he poses, nose nudging into your wet hair

He can feel your cheeks rise again his chest “You can add the 28th of June 1980 to your list” you move your head, chin resting on his chest as you meet his eyes

“You have to say it for it to count” he raises an eyebrow

“You’re a gentleman”

He smirks “And you’re my lady” he pecks your lips

Thank you for reading 💛

[cannibalizedyke]

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ok so i kinda felt like doing smth cute and fun for christmas so… here goes!! i’m taking inspiration from @puppy-coded’s cute lil christmas event so thank u for inspiring me athena!!

i’m gonna post a fic a day from tomorrow up until christmas—there’s a prompt for each day and you may request one character for each prompt until they’re all filled up!! feel free to add as much or as little to the prompts as you want—you can come up with a whole plot for the fic or just request the prompt with no other specifications. i will link the fics here as they’re written :) merry christmas; i hope you enjoy my extravaganza!!

tagging moots for attention: @gg-is-a-loser @prettybatgf @puppy-coded @staygoldwriting @pxgeturner @my-my-only-angel @iceteababy @natti-ice @cherryys-stuff @arakhnee @authorofemotion @sw34terw34ther @goosetheluce @cremexcoffee @marlenemckinnons @ell0ra-br3kk3r @kazoosandfannypacks @duchess-of-mischief @applebittenn @juneberrie @cauliflowertree @imabee-oralizard @lhugh

character list

prompts:

christmas party - sirius black (requested by @lhugh)

secret santa - regulus black (requested by @lhugh)

christmas eve - eddie munson (requested by @staygoldwriting)

snowed in - remus lupin (requested by @prettybatgf)

decorating

baking cookies - millard nullings (requested by @cherryys-stuff)

fake dating - regulus black (requested by @puppy-coded)

ugly christmas sweaters - regulus black (requested by @marlenemckinnons)

christmas carols

christmas wish

christmas lights - mary macdonald (requested by @arakhnee)

christmas shopping

hot chocolate - tom riddle (requested by @pxgeturner)

christmas play - hazel levesque (requested by @juneberrie)

christmas disaster

christmas stories

christmas movies

mistletoe - remus lupin (requested by @applebittenn)

snowman - jesper fahey (requested by @gg-is-a-loser)

snowball fight - ron weasley (requested by @applebittenn)

snowflakes

cuddling - aaron warner (requested by anon)

gingerbread house - mary macdonald (requested by @arakhnee)

snow angels - sirius black (requested by @cremexcoffee)

christmas dinner

[katmoonz]

Tired but Needy

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2453

Includes: Rough sex, Daddy kink, slight praise kink, pet names, Dom Sirius, Sub reader, slight begging, oral sex (female receiving) 

Do not post any of my work anywhere else!!! I’m fine with reblogs but not with people stealing my work. 

Notes: This is the first fanfic that I have ever written. It started off as a cute lil fluff piece but then ended up turning into full on smut. It took me 3 days to complete and probably isn’t perfect but I hope you guys enjoy it :)

The rain is steadily pouring, not heavy enough to call it a storm but not light enough to go for a walk down to the lake. A trip down to watch the giant squid and take in the beauty of the Scottish countryside was exactly what you need after studying all afternoon.

You hear a sigh in the background and the sound of a book being carelessly thrown aside. “Puppy, I’m bored” exclaimed Sirius.

You turn away from the window to face him, he is lying across his bed wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. Slowly you raise an eyebrow and cross your arms as you ask him “well, what do you want me to do about it?”  Sirius pouts and opens his arms wide. “Come cuddle with me, Love.”

Looking him up and down you can’t help but admire him. Sirius had been studying all day too and had previously been wearing a shirt. The sight of his muscular form made a tingle appear behind your navel and caused a sudden wet feeling in your panties.

You decide to give in and walk over to his bed. Sirius sits up and carefully pulls you onto his bed so that you are laying down next to him.

Leaning on the elbow of one arm he looks down at you and you can’t help but notice his mesmerising grey eyes. Gently he leans down to kiss you, closing his eyes and cupping your face with one hand. His lips are so soft and his silky brown locks fall around you like curtains, the kiss makes you even wetter. As he pulls away you can’t help but notice the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“Y/n, what are you thinking about?” He asks with a smirk on his face whilst slowly running his hand up and down your arm. You realise that you have zoned out whilst admiring your boyfriend.

“Nothing” you reply innocently while clenching your thighs hoping to get rid of the feeling of arousal without him noticing. Luck didn’t appear to be on your side today as Sirius’ smirk grew.

“Puppy, do you want to have a cuddle with me or do you want me to touch you?” He asks you softly while moving his hand down to your waist.

You and Sirius had been together for six months now and you were still very shy about asking for him to help you out when you got horny. Sirius was the complete opposite and would constantly steal you away from your friends under the pretence of needing help with homework only to fuck you into his mattress or have a quickie in an empty classroom.

You felt very horny today but were also feeling rather tired. You would be more than happy for him to do anything to you but were not quite sure how to put it into words.

Seeing the hesitation on your face he rests his forehead against yours and says “We don’t have to do anything else, Pup. I just want to make you feel good.” You put your hand on his cheek brushing the soft brown hair away from his face, after about a minute you look into his eyes and nod answering his question.

Sitting up Sirius grabs his wand from the bedside table and casts a quick but efficient locking spell and a contraceptive spell. “Don’t want Moony or Prongs to walk in and see my pretty Puppy all spread out for me now, do we?”

Sirius places a soft kiss against your lips and then proceeds to straddle your hips. “Lift up your arms for Daddy'' he says softly whilst lifting your top. After removing your top he starts to kiss his way slowly down your chest. Stopping once he reaches your breasts and lifting you slightly to reach behind you and unhook your bra. Sirius takes your left nipple into his mouth looking up at you seductively whilst doing so, with one hand he gently massages your other breast.

You start to get impatient as your panties quickly become even wetter and the tingle behind your navel grows. You gently push Sirius off of you and sit up making him frown at you. The frown is soon wiped off of his face as you quickly remove your skirt and panties before laying back down.

Sirius, seeing how impatient you are getting, stands up to remove his sweatpants revealing his completely naked form to your eyes before climbing back on top of you and kissing you senseless.

This kiss is much rougher than the last one. Sirius has always been the one in control of the kisses, pushing his tongue into your mouth whilst yours would hesitantly meet it. Pulling away with a quick bite to your lip he smirks and lowers himself so that he is now resting between your thighs.

You feel your pussy clench with anticipation. Sirius wraps one arm around the bottom of your thigh to hold you open to him and uses the other to slowly run up your inner thigh. When he reaches the top he runs a solitary finger down your folds, from your clit down to your opening. Pulling his finger away, he gazes into your eyes as he sticks his finger into his mouth sucking your juices off of it seductively.

“Please” you beg softly.

“Please what Puppy?” he replies with a slight smirk on his face. You feel too embarrassed to voice what you want so instead decide to look innocently at him and pout. Sirius chuckles “Puppy try to look innocent all you want but you weren't exactly innocent yesterday when you were choking on my cock. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to touch me” you shyly whisper to him looking away from his stormy grey irises.

Sirius rises from between your legs and grabs your jaw in his hand turning your face back to meet his with a stern look on his face.

“I didn't think that I still had to remind you of your place Pup. I'm not giving you what you want until you address me properly.”

You continue to stare into his eyes and realise that he is being serious. Feeling rather tired from studying all day you felt desperate to get rid of the ache in between your legs and have some form of sleep soon, you decide to give in to his demands knowing that he was being serious.

“Please touch me Daddy” you beg him.

“Where do you want me to touch you baby” he replies cockily.

You feel so desperate for some form of release that you decide to throw any embarrassment aside. “My pussy Daddy. Please, please, please. Want your fingers in my pussy, I feel so empty without you Daddy.”

“Good girl” Sirius replies, the stern expression having left his face the moment you started to desperately beg him and leaving him with a shit-eating grin. Sirius lowers himself back down to resume his previous position.

“Your pussy is dripping wet Puppy, you must be aching.” he says before circling one finger around your clitoris. Sirius watches as this makes you shiver slightly before he leans in and licks up your juices from your opening, dragging his tongue up to wet your clit before pulling back slightly. “Your pussy tastes amazing Pup, I'd spend hours down here if I could.” he murmurs with a hint of arousal in his voice.

Sirius leans back in and uses a sole index finger to start rubbing your clit in slow circles as he rests his head against your inner thigh. “Does that feel good baby? Do you like when Daddy touches your pretty little pussy?” he asks coyly.

“Feels so good Daddy but I need more.” you whine out in response.

“Be patient Pup, I was just getting there. Just wanted to warm you up first.” he replies with a smirk on his face. Sirius licks another slow line up your pussy before zeroing in on your clit with his tongue and licking it in little circles.

Your back arches at the pleasure and you grab onto your breasts with your hands teasing your nipples with your fingers by pinching them and massaging away the slight pain that you get from doing so afterwards. You let out a soft moan at the delicious mix of pain and pleasure.

Sirius clearly doesn’t think that you are showing enough pleasure in your expression as he pulls away briefly looking up to you before shoving his face back into your pussy and upping his game.

Sirius sucks harshly at your clit before inserting his middle and index fingers into your empty pussy and thrusting them in and out whilst curving them up to meet your g-spot.

You can feel the pleasure rise within your pussy and in your belly as you start to moan loudly. Closing your eyes, you pull your hands away from your breasts and grab at the mess of luscious curls at the top of Sirius’ head.

Sirius alternates between sucking on your clit and flicking it with his tongue for the next couple of minutes until you start almost hyperventilating and gasp out “Daddy, I’m so close.”

Sirius pulls his mouth off of your clit and starts rubbing at it in quick precise movements with his thumb before letting out a raspy “Good girl, cum for me baby”.

At his praise, you feel yourself go over the edge. Moaning loudly as you cum around his fingers. When you finish you keep your eyes closed and feel the bed move as he rises from between your legs and rests over the top of you again.

You open your eyes after recovering from the powerful orgasm to see him suck your glistening pussy juices off of his fingers. He smirks, “Puppy, if I could I’d eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner but I don’t think McGonagall would take it well if I spread you out across the table in the Great Hall.”

You soon catch your breath after your orgasm and let out a small giggle at his joke. Looking him up and down you can’t help but notice the big length between his legs that he had yet to use.

The ache in your pussy feels even greater than before at the sight of his thick 7 ½ inch cock between his thighs. You look into his eyes desperately before letting out a whiney “please Daddy”.

“Please what Puppy?” he asks you with a soft smile on his face. “Need your cock Daddy” you reply innocently.

“Only because you asked so nicely Pup.” he replies softly. Sirius brings a hand down to his heavy cock wrapping a hand around it and giving it a few firm strokes before bringing it to your entrance.

Sirius braces himself above you on his forearms as he carefully pushes himself into your empty throbbing pussy. He holds himself still for a minute or two so that you could have time to adjust to him.

Sirius firmly kisses you as you adjust and let out soft moans at the feeling of his thick cock in your pussy. Even though you had been having sex with him for several months it still took you a while to adjust to him because of his size.

After a minute he starts to thrust in and out of you slowly teasing you.

“Daddy” you moan.

“What baby?” he asks whilst pausing in his thrusts.

“Please fuck me” you moan out.

Sirius doesn't respond and instead pulls out making you whine in disappointment. This disappointment soon turns into relief as he flips you over and positions you so that you are on your hands and knees.

Sirius runs the head of his cock up and down your pussy before pushing back into you. This time he doesn't hesitate to start thrusting. He starts out slow and gradually builds up speed until he hears you moan loudly.

“Fuck me harder Daddy” you moan out whilst trying to keep yourself raised on your elbows.

“What have I told you about being nice to me?” he growls out before spanking your ass.

“I’m sorry Daddy, please fuck me harder” you beg him.

Sirius lets out a chuckle before starting to fuck you harder. By this point he is practically jackhammering into your pussy. He feels himself start to get close as he feels your pussy clench around his length.

Desperate to make you orgasm first, he brings a hand around you to your clit and starts to rub you in quick but firm movements.

You feel the ache in your pussy get stronger and stronger until you are on the edge. You are almost there but need something else to get you there.

Sensing this Sirius lowers his head so that it is behind your ear and starts praising you. “You're my good girl. You've been so patient.” This gets you even closer as you always crave his praise and approval and makes you let out a very loud moan of “Daddy” needing to cum but not wanting to do so without his permission.

“Cum for me Puppy” he rasps into your ear, his voice sounding deeper with his arousal.

This sends you over the edge as you powerfully orgasm on his thick cock moaning as you feel him hit the deepest spot within you. Your orgasm sends Sirius over the edge too as he continues to plow his cock into you hitting your cervix with each thrust.

You moan loudly as your pussy clenches and your thighs shake. You hear Sirius let out a gruff “fuck” as he cums inside you.

As both of you come down from your highs you start to feel sleepy. Sirius pulls out and stands up leaving you for a minute to fetch a washcloth from the adjoining bathroom, you flip over onto your back wanting nothing more than to fall asleep in his arms.

Sirius returns and gently wipes down your sensitive pussy before discarding the washcloth lifting you into his arms. Carrying you into the bathroom and placing you onto the toilet. After taking care of your business he lifts you up and brings you back to the bed. Laying you down gently before joining you under the blanket.

Sirius closes the curtain around his bed before bringing you into his arms. You rest your head against his strong muscular chest and let out a sigh as he runs a hand up and down your back lulling you to a peaceful sleep.

Just as you drift off, you feel him place a soft kiss against your head as he whispers “I love you y/n.”

[writesowhatnext]

definitely just a coincidence // remus lupin

Summary: sometimes everything in life just… comes together – helps if you have a Sirius though

Request: Hi, how are you doing? Could you please write a soulmate au for Remus where soulmates have a birthmark where they’re first touched by them and the reader has a mark on her wrist? And one day Remus and the reader happen to sit next to each other at a quidditch game they're having fun talking when James does something risky and Remus grasps the reader's wrist? I'm sorry if that was too specific! Thank you!

A/N: I have no idea why this was so difficult to write but I hope you like it! It also took everything I had not to use the word coinkydink

Reader: unspecified

Warnings: swearing bc I’m incapable

The universe, without question, works in mysterious ways. Any third-rate fortune teller, rocket scientist or six-year-old can tell you that. Some things are just meant to be: the sun move from East to West, Sirius Black is the world’s biggest drama queen and every single person has a soulmate.

It would definitely be a lie to say that you’d never questioned the legitimacy or inevitability of soulmates. It just seemed strange that there was this perfect person out there for you, but every time you looked at your wrist, you were reminded that it must be true.

Though soulmates are still pretty much a mystery to both the muggle and the wizarding world, the working theory is that in a past life, wherever on your bare skin your soulmate last touched left a mark, a birthmark, where they were destined to first touch you in this life.

Your mum always told you to cover the mark on your wrist; it was in such a common place and you had to be careful so you would know for sure who your soulmate was. Most people tended to parade theirs around, though, and some even took to covering every inch of their body to avoid the situation entirely. There’d been stories, though, of massive coincidences and unimaginable luck uniting soulmates and as you looked down at your wrist, vaguely aware that you would be late for the Quidditch match if you didn’t hurry up, you thought about who yours would be. Someone smart, perhaps? Funny, maybe? You hoped more than anything that they’d be kind. It was odd to think, regardless, that the universe would try so hard to get you together.

Absentmindedly, you rubbed at the thick mark on your wrist, the colour a stark contrast to your skin. The wide band reached around your wrist and almost connected at your palm and anyone with half a brain cell could see it was a perfect shadow of someone’s grasp. You frowned, briefly glancing at the time.

“Oh fuck,” you muttered, quickly grabbing your scrunchie and making for the door. Every day, without fail, you’d worn that scrunchie on your wrist, covering your mark and not once had it failed you. Today, though, was different from every other day. Whether you knew it or not, this day would be very different indeed because the universe, in all its ineffably annoying glory, decided it had a job to do.

As you rushed through the corridors, desperate not to miss the last quidditch match of the season, you were glad to see many other people in the same boat, winding around the corridors to the pitch. You were so eager that you didn’t even notice Lily coming around the next corner and, before you knew it, you had slammed into her, sending each of you back a few feet, onto your arses. You blinked, a little disorientated as you tried to focus on her.

“Blimey,” you said, using one hand to push yourself up as the other rubbed your head. “I did not expect that.”

“Y/N!” Her face lit up as she realised it was you, taking your outstretched hand gratefully. “Just the person I was after.”

“Why? Did you want to be human bumper cars today?”

She laughed, shaking her head and clutching the book she had dropped to her side under her arm.

“I can’t go to the match today – head girl bollocks, you know how it is-“

“Sure I do,” you said, sarcasm leaking through your tone. She rolled her eyes in response, side-stepping a Hufflepuff racing past her. You suddenly remembered why you’d been running in the first place, your happiness at seeing your friend replaced with a familiar urgency.

“Can you tell Remus for me? He said he’d save me a seat – he’ll be next to Sirius…”

You barely heard what else she said, your feet already talking you towards the pitch.

“Sure, Lils!”

You thought about Sirius as you hurried towards the Gryffindor stand, relieved to see that the players weren’t even on the pitch yet. You and Sirius had been friends since second year when he nearly set your hair on fire in Charms. He’d been apologetic, of course, but his expression soon turned mischievous when you’d shot a spark at him, singeing the hairs of his forearm. From then on, you’d been as thick as thieves. It helped he had friends that were happy to accept you and who tended to find your jokes, however unfunny, hysterical. Sometimes you wished you weren’t as close, though. He could read you like an open book and he constantly teased you about your crush on Remus. He’d never shut up about it when you were alone and when you weren’t, he’d send you annoying glances and make lewd gestures. And for that, and many other things, you hated him about as much as you could hate someone so loveable.

You spotted the two of them around a dozen rows up, Sirius already shouting though the match hadn’t even begun to start. You rolled your eyes at him before you let them wander to Remus, who was sitting rather patiently next to him. In all honesty, it wasn’t that you didn’t have a crush on Remus, you just hated it when Sirius was right. And, it wasn’t like it would go anywhere: he never gave any indication that he liked you and you both had soulmates – it was a moot point. As you walked closer, slipping between some unruly Gryffindors on the way, you had to admire Remus. He was very handsome and the sight of him staring up at Sirius with fond exasperation made you smile, a warmth in your chest. It reminded you of when you’d first met.

“Oi, Y/N,” Sirius had shouted from the breakfast table when he saw you walk into the Great Hall. You rolled your eyes and wandered over, standing behind him.

“And what do you want?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

“Can’t I just want to see my friend without ulterior motives?”

If you had known him less well, you would’ve been fooled by his puppy dog eyes.

“No, you always have ulterior motives. That’s your defining feature.”

“I thought my hair was my defining feature? Or my exquisitely handsome face? Remus,” he turned towards the boy opposite at the table, who had been watching you both with amusement. “What’s my defining feature?”

“Your modesty.”

You snorted at the way Sirius’ face soured completely.

“Brilliant,” you said, offering Remus your hand. “I’m Y/N: unfortunate Charms partner and reluctant friend.”

He smiled back and something stirred inside you at the way his grin pulled at his features handsomely, the scars littered across his cheeks shining delicately in the light. His expression dropped though, a sweet blush flushing his face, as he lifted his hand. His eyes were almost apologetic as you noticed the stark white bandages wrapped around his fingers all the way up his arm. You shrugged nonchalantly and his lovely smile returned.

“Remus: also, reluctant friend and even more reluctant roommate.”

You beamed at his response, enjoying it when he mirrored your expression even though his shoulders were hunched shyly.

“Great, and now you’re friends,” Sirius sighed, mock annoyance riddling his features.

“Earth to Y/N,” a familiar voice shouted, breaking you from your reverie. You saw Sirius a couple rows away, shouting at you and waving his hands wildly. You made a face at him, gesturing for him to calm down. Remus was smiling at you softly as you approached, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was as pleased to see you as you were, undeniably, to see him.

“You alright there, Y/N? Didn’t realise Divination was on the quidditch bleachers today.” Sirius said with a smirk.

“Oh, shove off,” you tutted; rolling your eyes as you got closer, standing in the space they’d probably saved for Lily.

You stood next to Remus, ignoring Sirius’ wink as he went back to shouting about Quidditch and picking fights with the nearby houses.

“Ignore him,” Remus said, rolling his eyes. “He’s been a prat all day because it’s the Slytherin game.”

You nodded, shooting Sirius a look almost identical to the one Remus had – he may have been an annoying bastard but he was, in fact, quite loveable.

“I ran into Lily in the corridor, literally actually,” you said, turning to face Remus, briefly distracted by the warm green of his eyes. “She said she can’t come – some head girl crap.”

“Oh, that’s a shame.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, looking around to see your friends, unable to spot them.

“You can watch with us,” Remus offered very quickly. He seemed to realise his rush as his cheeks heated up and he looked straight ahead, blinking. You had to laugh at his reaction.

“I’d love that.”

You sat down next to him, watching his face as he messed around with his coat to make more room for you. He looked rather cosy in his coat and gloves; his Gryffindor scarf tucked under his chin. Rather cute too.

“Has he been like that the whole time?” you asked, pointing at Sirius, who kept shoving his hair out of his face as he began jumping, the players finally out on the pitch.

“I wish,” Remus groaned, rubbing his face with both hands. “A Ravenclaw prefect told him to shut up earlier and he almost flashed her.”

Though you felt for him, you couldn’t help your grin at Sirius’ antics.

“Y/N, love,” Sirius looked down at you, making grabby hands. “Can I borrow a hair bobble?”

You tore the scrunchie off your wrist, too distracted with Remus and the rush of recent events to think about it all that much, and passed it to him.

“Merlin, this is definitely my colour.”

You and Remus both tried to ignore Sirius throughout the game, but with the Slytherin team playing a little dirtier than usual, certain parts had all three of you up on your feet.

“Rem, give us your gloves,” Sirius insisted during the timeout, rubbing his hands together loudly. Looking at him, you noticed how inappropriately dressed for the weather he was in his t-shirt and jeans, perhapssomewhat unsurprisingly. Without argument, Remus passed over his gloves before turning to you. His deadpan expression made you laugh.

“He’s a liability,” he muttered, making you laugh harder. You fell into a comfortable silence before you remembered the proof you had that not every decision you made was as awful as making friends with Sirius. Remus watched you with fond eyes as you gasped and began rifling through your coat. When you pulled out half a bar of chocolate, though he didn’t think it possible, he liked you even more. It only got better when you offered him some. You noticed, when he grabbed the wrapper, the dark maroon-coloured birthmark on the palm of his hand and down his fingers, intersected occasionally with silvery scars. You didn’t have time to think more about it; the players already soaring back into the air.

James was testing your patience at this point. He’d made several very bad choices trying to stay on par with the Slytherin team without cheating. He kept making sharp turns and dramatic swoops with the quaffle and the whole stadium was holding its breath – even Sirius had shut up. You and Remus were both close to a heart attack with how many close calls James’d had. It wasn’t until he got hit by a stray bludger that you both stood up, Remus anxiously reaching out to grab your hand. He didn’t find your hand, though; his long, now icy cold, fingers circled your wrist, a perfect fit for your birthmark. You probably wouldn’t have noticed with all the action going on had a searing pain not shot up your arm. You hissed, as did Remus, and you both yanked your arms away sharply.

“What the-“ you began before your eyes widened to the size of saucers. “Holy shit.”

Remus stared down at his hand and then back at you and then back at his hand countless times before he settled on you, his raised eyebrows lowering slightly as a smile crept onto his lips.

“It’s you,” he said breathlessly. His words reminded you of what going home felt like and as his smile grew, you felt yourself mirroring him, a warm feeling flooding through your system.

“I can’t say I’m disap-”

Cheers echoed through the crowd and you were interrupted by what you’d been, perhaps justifiably, distracted from. James, who had been dangling from his broom by one hand, pulled himself back up; an impressive move regardless of how awkwardly he did it. Even from far away, you could see how pleased with himself he was and despite yourself, you ended up mimicking Sirius with shouts and whistles. Remus wasn’t paying any attention, though. He just watched as you cheered for his friend, your mouth wide in a smile and your eyes lively and bright and for once in his life, he felt like everything would actually be alright.

[booksarelife-stuff]

You Are In Love Part 2

Jily (James Potter/ Lily Evans), minor wolfstar

The moments in which Lily realizes she’s in love with James. Set in the same universe as Gold Rush. Hogwarts 7th year, no voldemort.

Word Count: 1301

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Lily frantically turned the page of her potions textbook, looking for the exact answer she needed. Slughorn had assigned a long paper about the uses of hemlocks and nightshades in Potions and she was worried that she was missing something important about the use of tomato leaves. 

Her stomach growled and she ignored it. Sure, the paper wasn’t due for another two days, but Lily had normally finished her papers sooner rather than later. She had let James distract when she had set out to write it two days ago. She could miss dinner for a night. 

Lily had found her exact answer and began to furiously write on her parchment. She jumped when someone put something to her left. It was a plate filled with Lily’s favorite food. She looked up to see James standing there, giving her a small smile. 

“Not here to distract you. Just wanted to bring you something to eat,” he said. “I know you’re hungry.”

Lily fought the urge to cry as he placed a hand on her shoulder. 

“Thank you, James,” she said, smiling brightly at him. 

“No problem. Mind if I work here too though? I forgot about the Herbology paper due tomorrow and Sirius won’t let me concentrate.”

Lily nodded. She set down her quill and picked up the buttered roll from the plate and began to eat it while she read from her potions book. James took a seat across from her and got his materials out. 

They worked in silence for about an hour. Lily ate her food in between writing sentences and reading. Lily would sneak glances at James and admire him. He was so focused, his glasses slipping low on his nose and his hair getting more ruffled. 

Lily’s eyes traced his face. Lily had always known James was handsome, but it felt different now that she was allowed to stare at him. She remembers all the girls in third year talking about how cute the dimple in his cheek was. Lily thought it was cute, but the more she stared at his face, she found more things to love.

Her favorite was a tiny scar that interrupted his left eyebrow. It wasn’t super noticeable, but once she found it, it was her favorite thing. 

Lily didn’t realize her acceptable staring time was up until James looked up at her and smiled. 

“Something on my face?” he teased. 

“How did you get the scar?” Lily asked, deciding to not be embarrassed at getting caught. 

“What scar?” James asked, knitting his eyebrows together. 

Lily leaned across the table and brushed a thumb over his eyebrow. Her heart was pounding in her chest. 

“This one.”

“Oh, that one. Ran straight into a pole at Quidditch practice in fourth year.”

Lily smiled and laughed a little. She realized she hadn’t moved her hand when James grabbed it with his own and pressed a soft kiss to it. 

“Who were you trying to show off for?” she asked as James squeezed her hand. 

“Probably you,” he replied. Lily scoffed playfully and pulled her back. 

“Probably,” she said. 

“I got one more paragraph and then we can go,” he said. He gave her a soft smile before he turned back to book and parchment. 

Lily let him finish in peace and got out her healing charms book that she had been reading. She had taken an interest in healing magic recently and with their NEWTS up and coming graduation, she was toying with the idea of following it as a career path. 

She had no idea how much time had passed when she looked up next and saw James staring at her with puppy dog eyes. 

“It was my turn to stare. Don’t let me disturb you,” he said. Lily rolled her eyes with a laugh. 

They started to gather their things and Lily grabbed her now empty plate. She looked at James for a second. 

“Thank you for bringing me dinner,” she said. 

“Anytime. I didn’t want you to go hungry,” he said, swinging his bag on to his shoulder while he grabbed Lily’s.

Lily hugged him, tightly when he came close to her. She stole a kiss from him, making a small blush appear on his cheeks. 

~~~

Lily walked from the head dorm to the Gryffindor common Saturday morning to walk down with her friends to the Quidditch pitch for the game. James was long gone, always insisting on some practice before a game. 

Mary, Alice, Doe, Remus, and Peter emerged from the common room just as Lily got to the landing. 

“Morning Lils,” Mary said, smiling. 

“Hope you gave the Quidditch captain some good luck this morning,” Doe said, winking. “Or last night.”

“Shut it Doe!” Mary said. “I highly doubt James is like Marlene and wants a good snog before a game.”

“Well,” Lily said, smiling. Her friends all rolled their eyes. 

Lily turned and started down the stairs with them, but was caught by Remus.

“One sec Lily, I have a surprise,” he said.

He handed Lily a ribbed sweater, exactly like the Quidditch uniforms. She turned around to see Potter written on the back and James’s number. 

Lily looked up at Remus in surprise to see him wearing one as well. Most likely his boyfriend Sirius Black’s. 

“How did you get this?” she asked. 

“It’s their old ones that don’t fit anymore. I thought since you and I both have to suffer through sporting events, we can at least show the reason why.”

Lily smiled. 

“Do they know?” she asked. 

“It’s a surprise.”

Lily pulled off her coat and went to place the jersey over her sweater. Lily gave Remus a look as her head popped out.. 

“James is going to be so flustered,” she said, getting her arms in. 

“That’s the plan.”

It was long on her, but Lily thought it looked rather nice. 

They started towards the pitch. The grass was dewy and soaked the hem of Lily’s pants by the time they made it to their seats. 

It was a great game, even Lily could tell. Remus explained things to her, having decided to pick up knowledge of the sport since he and Sirius started dating. Lily did have to admit that James was amazing up there. He scored most of the goals and got hit by a bludger a few times, but Remus assured Lily that he had taken hits a lot worse. 

Marlene caught the snitch, securing a Gryffindor win. Remus and Lily hung back in the stands while the crowd swarmed the field. They took a second before walking down the steps. By the time they were down, the crowds had dwindled down. Lily smiled as she spotted James, who was looking around. She hoped it was for her. 

She walked up behind him. 

“I think you played pretty well today,” she said. James spun around and pulled her into a hug. 

“Thank you for coming,” he said, holding her tightly. “I know you’re not a big fan of Quidditch.”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” she said, resting her head on his chest. James pressed a kiss to the top of her head. 

“Will you wait for me?” James whispered. “Ten minutes, I swear.”

“I will. But hurry it up Potter,” she replied. James laughed and let go of her. He went to run to the locker room, but stopped when he saw what Lily was wearing. 

“Is that my jersey?” he asked, his eyes wide. 

“Yep. I had to show support somehow,” she replied. She took her coat off and did a spin for him. 

When she looked at him, his eyes were soft and his smile was huge. 

“I think you may kill me one day, Lil,” he said. She laughed and he turned and ran towards the locker room. 

[softheartedscorpio]

2+Wolfstar

Winter/Holiday Prompt #2: Mistletoe Kissing Booth.

Pairing: Wolfstar

Background: Muggle!Sirius and Muggle!Remus. Remus, a rather introverted teen, was dragged into helping out at a Christmas Charity Fair. Sirius, a popular “bad boy”, sees an opportunity.

Thank you for the submission. I hope you enjoy ❤️

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“I can not believe I let you talk me into this,” Remus hissed at Lily as he glared at the mistletoe hanging innocently over his head. Lily giggled, “Oh don’t be like that Rem. It’s for a good cause.” She reminded as she pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Yeah, yeah...” Remus sighed as he nodded, “So you said your boyfriend is coming to this?” He questioned as he glanced around. Lily blushed, “Yes. I know you’ve been wanting to meet him, and I know you aren’t going to really like it, but he’s really different than how you think he is.” Remus narrowed his eyes, Lily had been rather evasive about who she’s been seeing.

“It’s not Sirius Black is it?” He said with a slight hint of horror. Lily threw her head back laughing, “No! No!” She gasped out between laughs. “But...uh close?” “Is it—” “Lily!” A voice cut their conversation off and Remus watched as Lily’s face lit up making him sigh to himself, ‘Yeah, she really liked this one.’

“James Potter,” He muttered to her in disbelief, “The guy you’ve been dodging since year 10?” Lily blushed, “I told you. He’s different than we thought.” Remus raised an eyebrow as the teen in question wrapped Lily into a hug and spun her around, “Hello Lily-Flower.” Remus glanced away when the two kissed and found himself looking into grey, almost silver, eyes.

“Remus,” Sirius smirked as he stepped closer, eyes flickering up to the mistletoe, “Standing here waiting for me?” Remus resisted the urge to hide under a rock. “You wish Black,” He retorted dryly as he shifted away. “That I do,” The dark haired teen winked roguishly. Remus blushed and turned away, pretending to be busy with the booth, ignoring the rich laugh behind him.

Sirius Black. Remus’s secret crush. Resident bad boy. Best friends with James Potter, the football captain. These two boys were insanely popular and everyone knew their name. Sirius was known for being a flirt which is why Remus didn’t acknowledge his crush. He didn’t want to be played.

“You all set here Rem?” Lily asked as she finally took her attention off James much to his displeasure. “Fine Lils,” Remus said nervously as he noted the people beginning to enter the grounds. “It’ll be fun,” Lily encouraged as she smiled. Remus shrugged, not really wanting to be here, “I doubt people will line up.” “Why wouldn’t they?” “I mean-I’m just me,” Remus said quietly as she frowned at him. “I’d line up to kiss you.” “Oi! No kissing my girl Lupin!” James protested but shot a lazy grin at the other teen to show he was teasing.

Remus offered a shaky smile but stayed silent as Lily was called away, James following after her like a lost puppy. “I’d kiss you,” Sirius said, hopping up on the booth’s table and smirking at Remus. Remus flushed, “Sure you would.” “I would,” Sirius’s eyes flickered to the line that was starting to form. “In fact. I want to be first.”

“N-No,” Remus protested, cheeks glowing, as Sirius dropped a few dollars in the bucket before leaning over. “Why?” Sirius’s eyes were hooded as he studied Remus’s expression, “I know you want to kiss me.” “Arrogant,” Remus spat as he turned away. “Truth,” Sirius countered as his eyes seemed to light up. “I see you watching me. The way you look at me. The way you blush. I notice it all.” Remus bit his lip and looked away, he didn’t know he was so obvious. “So what?” He murmured as he shifted anxiously, “So does everyone else.” “Yeah,” Sirius agreed with that nonchalant attitude he always seemed to have. “But I don’t have a crush on everyone else.”

Remus’s eyes snapped to Sirius’s, “What?” “I like you. Why do you think I flirt with you all the time?” The rebellious teen seemed to blush as he turned away, “Why do you think I tease you?” Remus’s mouth opened and closed a few times, “You flirt with everyone.” “To make you jealous,” Sirius muttered as he pushed his hair out of his face. “Didn’t work though did it?” Remus flushed because it did. It worked extremely well.

“I didn’t think I’d have a chance with you. I mean you’re so...” Remus gestured helplessly at the other boy. “And I’m so,” He gestured at himself. “I like your personality and your style,” Sirius chuckled. “You look cozy and warm. Plus you are insanely smart and witty and cute.” Remus turned redder with each word, “O-Oh.” “Yeah, oh.”

“So that kiss?” Sirius leaned towards Remus, “And then perhaps a date?” Remus inhaled sharply, “D-Date?” “Well when two people like each other, they tend to date,” Sirius said amused as he tugged Remus closer by his sweater. “I’d like that,” Remus breathed out, heart beating in his chest. “Good,” Sirius smirked before pulling Remus into a passionate kiss.

[babyybuggaboo]

hi welcome back to my ideas that i’m too lazy to write so i ask other people to do it for me !!!!!!

so... slytherin!edmund pevensie x hufflepuff!reader and literally any cute story with the rest of the pevensie siblings in their houses cuz they’re all in each house and like y/n is best friends with lucy n all that and maybe in maurader era? or golden trio era i don’t care that much or no era at all! their own thing but yeah just cuz for one i’m a sucker for edmund and two i’m a BIG SUCKER for slytherin/hufflepuff couples ! so pls you could do like...

-fake dating

-soulmate AU

-both secretly inlove with each other

-secretly dating

-slow burn hate to love

-best friends who have pranks, laughs, ouh!

-shy lil hufflepuff that eds has big puppy dog eyes for

-jealousy ;) i love shit like this cuz i like to feel wanted

-amortentia ;) ;) (smelling and like one of them takes it by accident or something)

-they keep running into each other and being paired together in class and it creeps them out but they end up being friends to lovers(lucy was secretly behind it)

-i kinda see him being on the quidditch team cuz it reminds him of battling(if you still put narnia in it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ) but i think he’d be like a beater or something and either he wants to impress you and gets hurt or like you’re on the hufflepuff team and he gets distracted and loses

-you’re an animagus and you start hanging with him in that form(but i think he’d totally be an animagus secretly too)

-you being dared to go into the shrieking shack and edmund going in after you cuz you took too long and he was worried, only for you to be sitting on the floor in the shack petting a kitten who was trapped

-you being good at herbology and bad at potions and edmund being the oppisite so you help each other

-you being like newt/hagrid(and helping hagrid) by smuggling illigal creatures in all the time, edmund catches you

-you and edmund both like to sit in the same window in the library to read(like being there at different times,seeing each other at the window a few times kinda quarreling about it then just decide to share), so end up becoming reading buddies, or more?;)

-edmund thinking you hate him cuz you don’t talk to him(but it’s cuz ur in love w him)

-edmund being jealous of peter cuz you spend all your time with him but it’s cuz he’s trying to help you with edmund(also mad hyping edmund up, but obviously edmund doesn’t know that cuz he’s a twat)

Feel free to add on if you’d like AND/OR use these for SIRIUS BLACK!!! cuz i like him too :))))) love you everyone ♡

[marlenemckinn]

114 for the prompt list, make me cackle! 🖤

No more dogs. How hard is it to understand?

Remus was tired. For the last eight hours he had been basically locked away in the office upstairs teaching online classes and grading, only going across the hall to use the bathroom. Sirius had brought food and tea in for lunch and a snack. He was very lucky to be with someone that cared about him so much, and watched out for him when he was busy. Some days he wondered how he managed to win this wonderful man’s heart.

Falling onto their sofa, Remus nearly called out for Sirius, but he could hear him chattering away on the phone. It sounded like he was talking to Lily about her pregnancy cravings, and he was wondering if they were going to have to make a run to the shops because James was out of town. Sirius was the second dad, that’s what he claimed but he was actually the godfather. Not that that wasn’t an important deal, but Sirius like the label of him being another father because it made James shriek that that was not fair to take his father title. Of course it was all in good fun.

Just as he sunk into their well loved green sofa, Snuffles attempted to snuggled up to Remus. This was ridiculously difficult because Snuffs was a giant wolfhound, but the big lug thought he was more tiny puppy than large wolfy dog. As Snuffles rested his giant snoot on Remus’ chest, giving him the biggest puppy eyes of please pet me, their corgi Bucky trotted into the room with the black lab Crookshanks right behind him.

Yep, three dogs. Three was a one too many somedays -- not that he didn’t love each of them, but it did turn their home into a mad house somedays. Sirius had a heart of gold when it came to strays, he always joked it had something to do with being a stray mutt himself. Remus had a hard time denying him. Puppy dog eyes always worked on him, from both the actual dogs and Sirius.

As he gave out ear scritches and several what a good puppy praises for his dogs who were licking his hands Remus heard another bark from the kitchen. He furrowed his brow looking at the three dogs, who were all just far too preoccupied with getting love and attention. They didn’t seem to notice the foreign bark, or they just didn’t care. He hoped that someone was over the house and Remus just didn’t know. But none of their mates had a dog, unless if Sirius was watching one of the neighbor’s dogs.

“Sirius? Love, are you off the phone?”

There was a long pause and that could only come from a dog before another bark. “Um, yep, off the phone.”

Remus attempted to get up, but Snuffles was very busy snuffling away. “Can you come into the living room... with the dog.”

“Ah, ha... ah dog? Rem, you have all the dogs out there.” Sirius’ voice sounded as if it was coming down the hallway.

Before Sirius even appeared, a tiny little rat terrier came trotting out yipping away. “Sirius...”

“Yeah, babe?” The metaphorical tail between his legs as he shuffled into the room.

“Who’s this?” He pointed to the terrier who was now chasing after Bucky.

“Um... his name is Sal.”

“And Sal is...”

Sirius bit his lip. “An adorable puppy who was left all alone without a mummy and the shelter had got him all nice and healthy and he needs a good home.”

Remus put a hand on his forehead. “No more dogs. How hard is it to understand? We agreed that we wouldn’t get more.”

He pouted a little, giving his own puppy dog as as he came to kneel in front of Remus, patting his thigh and calling for Sal. “Come ‘ere Sal,” he said as he picked up the new puppy. “Say hi Daddy, I’m a cute lil pupper who needs a loving home.”

God did he learn the puppy dog eyes from the dogs? “I can’t believe we have another dog.”

Sirius perked up, putting Sal on Remus;’ lap. “I know, I know.”  He kissed Remus’ knee over his jeans. “Look how cute he is though.”

Sal licked Remus face. “Yeah, he’s pretty cute.” Christ, he could never say no to Sirius. “Welcome home, pup.”

[allmymuseinspo]

mar and sirius for parent meme (completely au obviously))

Who’s the one to wake up the kids:

I think it’d be a mix of both. Probably Marlene most of the time because like I said, I really picture Sirius as the ‘make fresh lunches in the morning’ type and so they’d probably split duties 

Who makes breakfast:

Oh, Sirius 100%. He like makes pancakes and shit on fucking weekdays like a weirdo

Who’s the more discipline parent and who’s the more lenient one:

Oof, I think like it would really depend on the situation. I think probably more so Mar when they’re younger because he’s just very bad at saying no to cute faces and puppy eyes but as they get older it’d probably shift more to like him

Who helps with the science fair:

Again I think both! I think they split this sort of thing pretty easily. Although both of them would just be like lmfao we’re too stupid for this send help pls

Who does baby talk:

Honestly probably Sirius

Who wakes up for midnight feedings:

I feel like if she’s breastfeeding then I mean… probably Mar? I think he’ll more likely wake up for a diaper just because he thinks that’s fair if she’s getting up for the other stuff

Who’s the one who always worries:

I think Sirius Black is a huge huge huge worrywart 

Who picks up the kids early from school for some fun:

….Sirius. And then Mar is like ummm can you pls they need to go to school. But then she does it too! 

Who’s the competitive parent:

God they’re both bad. 

Who kisses the ouches:

Both gdi!!

Who’s the sucker for the puppy eyes:

Sirius Motherfucking Black is so bad and falls for them constantly 

Who makes the “dad jokes”:

Both. They both do it and they both groan when they other does even though they’re just as guilty.

Who embarrasses their kid for fun:

Marlene. For sure

Who’s the over protective one:

Both. Probably just in slightly different ways. I think he worries a lot about media as that was a huge part of his life that he wouldn’t want his kids to go through. 

Who’s the “take a sweater!” parent:

Sirius. He still has to tell Marlene to take a sweater because she always forgets and ends up using his

@lil-muses

[padfootagain]

Ever After... (I)

Seeker

After last Halloween and Sirius’s birthday during which most of you made me all depressed, I need some happy imagine full of denial. Because I’m in denial concerning the Marauders. And the more I was writing this, the more I enjoyed it, so I might make other imagines of the kind, talking about some events in their lives (not appearing in a chronological order).

So beware, this imagine is cute, merry and absolutely not canon, with some Jily and Blackinnon living happily ever after.

Hope you all like it.

Gif not mine

Word Count :4046

The sound of voices woke him up, tearing him away from slumber. Children laughing. Hurried footsteps hitting the wooden floor. A smile formed on his lips at the sounds, and his eyelids fluttered open. He stretched in his bed, before turning towards the woman who was sleeping next to him.

He brushed a strand of her golden hair away from her face, a dreamy smile forming slowly on his lips.

Even after all these years, he wondered how he had managed to be lucky enough to have her by his side.

His calloused fingers brushed against her cheek and she stirred in her sleep, the merry sound of loud waves of laughter reaching her ears and waking her up completely.

She rubbed her eyes, banishing sleep from them, and she smiled at the handsome man by her side.

“Morning Marls,” Sirius grinned, kissing her lips softly.

She snuggled closer to him.

“The kids are up,” she mumbled against the skin of his neck, her morning voice sending delicious shivers through his body.

It was crazy, the way she still affected him so much after years of relationship.

“They are,” Sirius nodded, listening to the laughs that rang through the house again. “And one thing is for sure, they are just as loud as you.”

“I’m not loud, Black.”

“You are though, Black.”

They exchanged a smile.

“I guess we should get up then,” Marlene proposed, but her husband shook his head, wrapping his strong arms around her to make sure that she would stay there, lying close to him in their bed.

“Let them play,” he said, “they’ll come look for us when they’re really hungry anyway.”

Marlene nodded, chuckling.

“You’re right,” she laughed. “They’ll come ask you for pancakes.”

“Or for your waffles.”

“What do you bet that they’ll ask for your pancakes?”

A playful smile appeared on his lips, while she traced the outlines of the lion that was tattooed on his shoulder. His hands travelled across her clothed back to rest on her hips, his fingers sliding under her worn-out T-shirt

“I may have an idea or two,” he said, brushing his lips against hers.

“Oh, do you now?”

He nodded, catching her lower lip between his, and she couldn’t help but close her eyes at the sensation, sighing faintly.

“You know what, let’s make a bet then,” she smirked, a devilish glint now alit in her eyes. “If they come up and ask for your pancakes, we’ll have sex tonight.”

“And if they ask for your waffles?”

“Then… We’ll have sex tonight.”

They both laughed, their kisses made messy by their laughter.

“I like that spirit of yours, Black,” Sirius laughed.

He loved calling her like this, and she knew it. Since the moment she had started to share his name, Sirius had slowly begun to like it. It didn’t remind him of his parents anymore. It reminded him of the life he had built step by step with the blond woman in his arms.

He wasn���t ashamed or bitter to be called Black anymore.

“I know you do,” Marlene laughed, kissing his chin.

“We can’t be late today though,” he said, checking the alarm clock on their bedside table. “It’s the big day for Harry today.”

Marlene rolled her eyes.

“James and Lily are exaggerating.”

Sirius raised an amused eyebrow.

“Don’t make me believe that if one of our kids is part of a Quidditch team one day, you won’t go hysterical and insist on going to Hogwarts to see the match.”

She opened her mouth to answer, but she couldn’t deny it. He was right. So she merely shrugged instead, making him laugh.

Suddenly, the footsteps became louder as the children were approaching from their parents’ bedroom, and Marlene winked at Sirius.

“Let’s see who wins then,” she said, her one challenging.

“We’ll both win anyway,” Sirius chuckled.

They both listened as the children were now trying to approach the room as silently as possible.

The door of their bedroom slowly opened, and a dark-haired girl appeared, peering discretely inside the room.

“You’re already up!” Sirius smiled.

The girl opened the door wide, and hurried to climb on her parents’ bed, quickly followed by her little brother.

“We were coming to wake you up,” she said, settling between her parents as Marlene and Sirius both made room for the two children.

“We’re hungry!” the little blond boy nodded, resting his head on Sirius’s chest.

“What would you like for breakfast?” Marlene asked, sending a mischievous glance at Sirius.

“PANCAKES!” the two children exclaimed.

The two adults laughed.

“Dad, please!” the girl pleaded. “Please, make us pancakes!”

“Yes, daddy, please…” her brother added, and the two children gave Sirius puppy eyes, trying to break his will.

Marlene rolled her eyes.

“You have the same puppy eyes as your dad,” she smiled.

“They learnt from the best,” Sirius laughed, winking mischievously at his children. “And of course I’ll make you pancakes, but only if I have a giant hug.”

The two children laughed, both of them wrapping their arms around his neck and kissing his cheeks covered by a short beard.

“I think it’s worth some pancakes,” he nodded, laughing as he sat up and kissed his two children on the head. “You want to prepare breakfast with me?”

“Can we put some blueberry in the pancakes?” the little boy asked.

“I’ll check if we have some. Come on, Arthur,” Sirius smiled as he waited next to the door for his son to follow him outside.

The little boy yawned, rubbing his eyes before hopping down the bed, and Sirius picked him up, carrying him down the stairs.

In the kitchen, his daughter had picked up his wand…

“Amira, put that down,” he said, his voice very serious all of a sudden.

“But dad, I’ll soon be eleven…”

“You haven’t received your letter yet, so put my wand down. Now, young girl.”

She mumbled something under her breath about being constantly considered as a young child, before putting down her father’s wand on the table again.

“Don’t give us that face,” Marlene warned her as she pouted and crossed her arms before her chest. “Your father is right.”

Sirius put down his son on the ground again.

“Now, now… come on, princess,” he smiled, clearly amused by his daughter. “Give me a smile.”

“No!”

He raised an eyebrow, tickling her arms, and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Ha, here is my ray of sunshine. Here’s my little princess!” Sirius exclaimed, laughing as well.

He picked up his wand, summoning the ingredients he would need to prepare breakfast.

“Daddy?” the little boy asked almost shyly. “Are we going to Hogwarts with mummy and you today?”

“Of course, we’ll see Harry play!” Sirius nodded, mixing the ingredients.

“Do you think that I’ll play Quidditch too when I’m at Hogwarts?”

“Of course, if you want to.”

“I hope I’ll be sorted in Gryffindor, just like you.”

Sirius suddenly froze, and Marlene could see shining tears suddenly appearing in his eyes. He kissed the top of his son’s head again, his lips tickled by the boy’s golden hair.

“I’ll always be proud of you, no matter your house, okay Arthur?” Sirius whispered.

The boy nodded, stealing some blueberries from the bowl Sirius was still holding in his hand.

Marlene wrapped her arms around her husband from behind, dropping sweet kisses on his shoulder blade.

“You’re okay, Sirius?”

He nodded slowly, brushing the tears away from his eyes, his throat too tight for him to speak.

“I love you,” she whispered in his ear. “And our kids are amazing.”

He nodded again, smiling now. He sniffed.

“I feel lucky,” he admitted.

“Me too.”

He wrapped his arm around her, and captured her lips in a tender kiss.

Until Amira heaved a sigh.

“Come on! Stop playing the lovebirds over there! We’re starving here!”

Both Sirius and Marlene laughed, resuming the preparation of their breakfast.

And they both felt like they were living in heaven.

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“James Fleamont Potter, I swear by Merlin’s beard, if you don’t stop pacing, I’ll petrify you.”

James ran a hand through his dark hair, messing it even more than before.

“Lils…”

“They’re probably all on their way, relax,” the ginger woman smiled.

“I can’t believe our son is going to play his first match today,” James grinned, on a little cloud. “And he joined the team in his first year!”

“I know, love. I know.”

“DAAAAAAAD!”

Both Lily and James spun around to see their youngest daughter run to them. She was crying.

“What’s wrong, baby?” James asked softly, bending to pick her up in his arms.

“There’s a spider in my bedroom! And it’s HUGE!”

“Don’t worry, here I come!” James laughed, picking up his wand and walking to his daughter’s bedroom.

“Rose didn’t help me at all!” the little girl complained.

“Perhaps Rose is scared too.”

Indeed, another ginger girl was standing before the door of her sister’s bedroom.

“It’s huge, dad!” she exclaimed, pointing at the big dark spider that was walking across the room.

James put down his daughter on the ground, and with a mere flick of his wand, he got rid of the animal.

“Here, no spider. You can go back to your bedroom now, Poppy.”

While James was saving his two daughters from the spider that had invaded their bedroom, Remus was brushing the dust off of his worn-out coat and stepping out of the hearth in the Potters’ living room.

“How are you, Rem?” Lily asked, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Fine. Hope I’m not late.”

“James is going mad.”

“I thought he would. It’s normal Lils, you know how much Quidditch is important for him. After all, he’s a professional Chaser!”

“No need to remind me. Don’t forget that I watch all his match.”

They both laughed, James finally reappearing in the living room, and he grinned at the sight of his friend.

“Moony! Merlin, I was starting to think that you would all be late!”

But seconds later, Peter was stepping out of the chimney as well.

“How are you, Wormtail?” James smiled, giving his old friend a hug.

“Perfect! I brought everything we’ll need!” he said, showing proudly his bag full of Gryffindor flags, gold and red scarves and other items they could use to cheer and support Harry.

“Wonderful, thanks, Pete!” Lily smiled, taking the bag from him.

“And of course, Pads and Marls are late…” James sighed, crossing his arms before his chest.

“They’re not late yet. And they have kids to manage, remember.”

“You mean that they have their hormones to manage,” James mumbled, and Lily playfully swatted him on the shoulder, laughing.

But they didn’t have to wait for long for the rest of their friends to step out of the hearth as well.

“You’re late, Pads!” James complained, giving his brother a warm hug.

“Five minutes! And it’s not my fault, it’s Amira’s. She couldn’t find her scarf.”

Lily called for her daughters, and James helped her to get the girls ready.

“I want to say it. I can do it alone!” Amira insisted when they had to step into the hearth again.

“And what if you mess it up and end up on the other side of the coutry? How are we supposed to find you back?” Marlene shook her head.

“But one of you can come with me but I speak. So I won’t be alone even if I fuck it up.”

“Language!”

“She has a point though,” Sirius smiled.

Marlene heaved a sigh.

“She’s just as reckless and rebellious as you…”

“She’s also as stubborn and beautiful as you,” Sirius winked at his wife, making her laugh.

“Alright, you both go first then, and Arthur and I will follow close.”

Amira hurried to step into the hearth again, grabbing a handful of Floo Powder, and Sirius held her hand, laughing softly.

“Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,” the girl said clearly.

And a second later, she and her father found themselves in the Headmaster’s office, Dumbledore and McGonagall smiling at them.

Sirius and Dumbledore shook hands.

“Minnie!” Sirius exclaimed, hugging McGonagall, who could only chuckle in answer.

“It’s good to see you again too,” the teacher smiled, before turning to the girl by his side. “Hello, Amira. How are you?”

“I’m fine, Professor.”

“I reckon you should receive your letter this summer, right?”

The girl grinned, nodding frantically.

“She’s very excited about it,” Sirius smiled.

“I hope you won’t be as… mischievous as your father was at your age.”

“I’m afraid she is,” Marlene laughed, hugging the teacher as well.

“Oh, Merlin, have mercy…” McGonagall, sighed, making the couple laugh.

“Minnie!” James screamed, hurrying to McGonagall and giving her a warm kiss on the cheek.

“Oh… James,” she laughed.

But Remus and Peter had the same reaction, and the old teacher received quite a lot of hugs…

“Let’s go, the match will soon start. The children must already be at the Quidditch Pitch.”

“I heard that you are responsible for my son to be in the team,” James told McGonagall, smiling as they all walked out of the Headmaster’s office.

“He was breaking the rules, not very surprising for your son,” she said, an amused glint alit in her eyes. “But he did an impressive pirouette on his broomstick.”

“Thank you for taking him in the team.”

“Well, he’s talented. Who knows… it must run in the family, right?”

They exchanged a smile, and walked through the school.

Sirius and Marlene were chatting with Remus and Peter, and it felt strange. Sirius felt like he was coming home. It was both sweet and bitter, a bit melancholic and yet warm and reassuring. He had spent lovely years here. He knew he owed this school and the people he had met there his life. He would have never survived and overcome his childhood without the friends he met in this Castle, without the woman with whom he walked now hand in hand.

The children were in awe. They had never been to Hogwarts before, and let’s be honest, they were impressed by the large halls, and cold stones and the grounds that seemed so large, as if they had no ends.

Arthur walked closer to his father as they walked before a strange statue of an old and twisted witch.

“You’re okay?” Sirius asked.

But Arthur took his father’s hand.

“It’s so big here,” he breathed.

“Well, it is. And you’re little as well, you’re just six!”

Poppy had the same scared expression on her face, and James picked up the five-year-old in his arms and kissed her cheek.

“It’s great here, you’ll see,” he reassured her.

She rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes still wide with a mix of wonder and fear, and James merely chuckled in answer.

The closer they were from the Quidditch Pitch, the more James and Lily were smiling. There was a proud and happy glint alit in their hazel and green eyes, and they were eager to see their son.

They insisted on seeing Harry before the match, and so they all walked through the passages hidden all around the Quidditch Pitch.

When he saw his son standing there, holding tightly his Nimbus 2000 in his little hands, his jet black hair a mess and his round glasses lopsided on his nose, all dressed in red and gold, James was so proud that he struggled not to cry.

Harry turned around at the sound of footsteps behind him, and a grin crossed his face at the sight of his family.

“Mum! Dad!” he cried, rushing towards them, and both Lily and James hugged him tightly. “You made it! You came!”

“Of course we came! How could we miss your first match?” Lily laughed.

James bent down to be face to face with Harry, and he stared at his son. He dived into these eyes he loved so much, the same as Harry’s mother…

“Are you nervous?” he asked.

Harry nodded, tightening his hold on his broomstick.

“It’s normal, I threw up before my first match,” James smiled reassuringly.

“You did?”

James nodded.

“Stay focused. There’s lots of noise out there, lots of people screaming, don’t take care of them. You just have to stay away from the bludgers, and look for the Snitch. Okay?”

Harry nodded.

“Just do your best. I’m proud of you,” James grinned, pulling his son against him again, before ruffling his already-messy hair.

“Now, go catch this bloody Snitch,” James smiled, letting go of Harry.

Lily held him against her as well.

“We’re so proud of you, I’m sure you’ll be great,” she said.

“Thanks, mum.”

He hugged his sisters as well, along with Remus, Peter and Marlene, before turning towards his godfather.

“Go on, buddy. You’ll be amazing,” Sirius winked. “And as long as you can remain on your broom more than ten minutes, you’ll do better than your dad on his first match.”

“Padfoot!” James protested, but Sirius merely laughed in response.

“Dad stayed only for ten minutes on his broom?” he asked.

“Yes, until he was hit by a bludger, he broke his arm and spent two weeks in the Hospital Wing,” Remus nodded.

Harry couldn’t help but laugh.

“So go on, show your dad what it means to do a good first match, okay?” Sirius smiled, giving Harry a high-five.

Harry nodded, smiling by now, and he walked back towards the team, as Oliver Wood was calling for him.

“We should hurry, or we’ll miss the beginning of the match,” Peter said, turning around.

James sniffed, taking off his glasses and wiping the tears away from his hazel eyes.

“Our son is great,” he whispered as Lily took his hand in his.

“He is,” she nodded. “Just like you.”

But James shook his head, cupping tenderly his wife’s cheek.

“Just like you.”

They kissed, before joining their friends as they walked away from the Quidditch team to take their seat.

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“Dad, can I have a flag too?”

“Of course, here you go, Rosie,” James smiled, taking a Gryffindor flag from Peter’s bag and giving it to his daughter.

“Mum, when is it suppose to start?”

“Soon, Poppy,” Lily shrugged, finishing to attach her daughter’s red hair in a long braid.

“Dad, I can’t see anything…”

Sirius picked up his son and held him in his arms.

“Better?”

The boy nodded, resting his head against his father’s shoulder.

“You’re not going to fall asleep, right?” Sirius smiled.

But Arthur shook his head, his grey eyes meeting his father’s.

“I want to encourage Harry,” he said.

“You want a little flag?”

The boy nodded, and Marlene gave him a Gryffindor flag.

Sirius looked at his daughter who was wrapping her golden and red scarf around her neck.

“You’re okay, princess? Can you see everything?” he asked softly.

But Amira nodded, smiling excitedly.

“It feels just like watching one of uncle James’ match!” she grinned. “When I’m at Hogwarts, I’ll try to enter the Quidditch team as well.”

Sirius grinned.

“What position would you apply for?” he asked.

“Beater. Just like you, dad.”

For the second time that day, Sirius felt like he was about to cry, his heart so full of love and happiness he was certain it was going to either melt or explode.

His children looking up at him as an example was always making him feel this way. Like he had been good enough for them. He had always been so afraid to be a bad father, to make his children sad, just like he used to be as a kid. But this kind of comments from his children was the proof that he had been good enough for them. And it meant the world to him…

He bent down to drop a kiss on his daughter’s head.

“I guess we should practice more then,” he said, “so you can be ready when you come to Hogwarts.”

She nodded enthusiastically.

But then it was time to begin the match, and Lee Jordan introduced the two teams.

When Harry flew up in position, all he could hear was his family cheering up for him.

“GO ON HARRY!”

“KICK THEIR ASS!”

“JAMES!”

“SORRY… GO HARRY!”

Soon they were cheering in unison, and shouting his name in rhythm, and Harry was not nervous at all anymore.

Every time a bludger was flying a bit too close to Harry or a player was pushing him, Lily was holding on James’s arm as if her life depended on it. And every time James was focused and silent, waiting for the storm of fear that messed up with his stomach to pass.

But then Harry spotted the Snitch, and he dived towards the golden ball.

“Did he see it?” Remus asked, bending over the banister to get a better view.

“I think so,” Peter nodded excitedly.

“Yeah! There! Look!” Marlene exclaimed, pointing at the Snitch.

Soon it was a chase throughout the pitch between the two Seekers, and Lily was shouting so loudly, her throat was painful.

“GO HARRY!”

“HARRY YOU CAN DO IT!”

They were soon chanting his name in unison again.

And Harry was so close to the Snitch, but he couldn’t catch it. The other Seeker was out, lying on the ground, but Harry, couldn’t… his fingers were just inches away.

Until he hurried further on and a few seconds later he was landing in a hurry, looking as if he was about to be sick, his hands resting on his mouth. No one had seen what had happened, but he didn’t seem well…

“HARRY!” Lily screamed, horrified.

James’s eyes were wide, and he held on Lily just as tightly as she held on him. But he stopped her as she made a movement to run to her son. Harry was standing up again, and he looked like he was about to throw up…

But then he spit out the golden snitch, catching it in hands.

And everyone cheered, but the ones who cheered the loudest were Harry’s family, and above the deafening shouts, he was certain that he could hear their voices screaming and their hands clapping. Seconds later, the rest of his team was carrying him above the ground, cheering. But soon he saw his father and mother running throughout the pitch, and he forced the players to put him down, before rushing to his parents.

“I did it! I caught it!”

James caught his son in his arms, sweeping him off of his feet.

“I knew you would!” he laughed, kissing his son and holding the boy close to him.

“Mum, did you see this! I caught the Snitch!”

“Of course I saw it, sweetheart. You scared me actually. Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m fine, mum.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah, I’m great!”

“Congrats, buddy,” Sirius grinned, ruffling Harry’s hair. “You sure did better than our dear Prongs here.”

They all laughed.

“Come on, let’s celebrate!” James exclaimed. “Wormtail, get the butterbeers and the firewhiskey!”

“James, they are kids, they can’t drink alcohol,” Lily protested.

He finally put down Harry on the ground again.

“Well, Lils, don’t act like you never got drunk on one of our parties,” he smiled. “After all, you kissed me for the first time because of it.”

“No need to remind me,” she laughed, blushing.

James laughed, turning towards the students around him.

“Come on, kids! To the Common Room! The drinks are on me!”

The students cheered, and they all started to walk to the Castle.

Marlene kissed Sirius’s cheek.

“What was that for, Black?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

She shrugged.

“Ready for a party in the Common Room then?” she winked mischievously.

“I’m always ready for this kind of things, and you know it,” he laughed.

“But we can’t leave the party too late tonight,” she said.

“Really? Why not? Getting tired grandma?”

But she shook her head, her voice husky now.

“We made a bet this morning, remember?”

Sirius’s heart skipped a beat, and a crooked smirk formed on his lips.

“Of course then… you do have a good argument, here, Black.”

“I think so too, Black.”

“Let’s stay here for a couple of beers, and then head back home, eat a pizza and put the children to bed…”

“Yeah, and then… I want us under the covers too.”

They exchanged a smile, and he took her hand, kissing her temple.

“I love you, Black,” he said softly.

She smiled, looking up at him with tender eyes.

“I love you too, Black.”

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Maybe I Just Like Being With You [S.B.]

Character: Sirius Black

Word Count: 1594

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: A classic love story where flirtation turns into something more.

Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

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“He looks lost,” Lily commented as she tilted her head and frowned. You followed her gaze and saw she was fixated on a dark haired boy of the name Sirius Black, who was wandering around the hallway without, for once, his group of friends. You rolled your eyes, “You know what he’s like, he’s probably in the middle of some sort of prank with the boys.” You gave her a shrug as you continued on your way towards him.

The boy’s head whipped up at the sound of someone coming his way, and as soon as he saw you, his lips immediately stretched into a smirk, “Hey L/n, looking good.”

“You’re not looking too bad yourself, Black. To what do I owe the pleasure?” You found yourself smiling at the lad; his mere presence was enough to put you in a good mood for the rest of the day.

“Was wonderin’ if you’d do me the honours of comin’ to Hogsmeade with me this weekend, how ‘bout it doll?” He bit his lip a little as he very visibly looked you up and down and bit his lip, leaning back against the wall.

You exchanged looks with Lily before returning your gaze to Sirius. “Sorry babe, I have plans this weekend,” you said with a fake pout, “Maybe next time.”

Sirius pushed himself off the wall and stepped towards you, stopping right in front of your path, preventing you from continuing on your way. “What’s it gonna take for one date? That’s all I want. C'mon baby,” he gave you his best puppy dog eyes, widening them ever so slightly and tilting his head.

“You should just give up, Black. She’s not going to date you,” Lily crossed her arms over her chest, her green eyes showing her amusement. “Can you believe her, babe?,” Sirius turned to you with fake shock, “She thinks you’re not interested in me.” He gave a pretend shake of his head as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You looked at his arm, then at his face, raising an eyebrow, “Believe it or not, I’m not interested in you Black. You see, I have - what do you call them? Oh yes - standards.”

With one last smile, you removed his arm from your shoulders and gently pushed past him as you continued down the hallway. “So Saturday then?” Sirius shouted cheekily after you. You looked over your shoulder with a smile, before carrying on.

“Are you actually meeting up with him?” Lily asked with an airy laugh. “No,” you shook your head, giggling, “I couldn’t date someone like him.” “Are you sure? I think you’d be cute together, and you obviously like each other,” she pouted her lips in thought. You just smiled, “No we don’t.” “You’re always flirting.” “No we’re not! I mean sometimes we do but it doesn’t mean anything, right?” You frowned.

You entered your next class and sat beside the redhead, deciding to push your thoughts about a certain boy out of your mind, at least for the moment. It didn’t take long, however, for him to come crashing back to you, what with him literally falling through the classroom door, this time joined by his usual accomplices.

“Black, Potter, Lupin, Pettigrew, if you boys would be so kind as to quietly take your seats, I’d very much like to start my lesson,” Professor McGonagall spoke, clearly unimpressed by the boys lack of punctuality.

“Sorry professor,” Remus apologised for all four of the boys as they took their usual seats at the back of the classroom, which just so happened to be behind you and Lily.

“L/n.”

You closed your eyes and sighed, half annoyed and half amused as you stopped writing. It wasn’t until you heard the all too familiar voice whisper-yell your name again that you glanced at McGonagall before turning around, “What?”

Sirius grinned, “Jus’ wanted to see your pretty face again. You can continue now.” You rolled your eyes at the boy, scoffing out a laugh as you turned back around to work.

You managed to get halfway through your essay before you were bothered by him again, this time by something bouncing off your back and hitting the floor. Reaching down to grab the small piece of parchment, you caught his eyes and he gave you a look of innocence.

Shaking your head to yourself, you started to open the parchment, before reading the surprisingly neat writing.

Busy tonight? I know somewhere we could go for a bit of fun ;) -S

With an eye roll, you slid the note over to Lily, who read it over and wiggled her eyebrows at you. You nudged her and shook your head, before crumpling up the note and shoving it in your pocket.

The rest of the lesson went along smoothly, with no more distractions, which you were thankful for. As the rest of the class stood, you started to collect your things together and shove them into your bag.

“I’m going to nip to the library to pick up a book for the charms essay, I’ll meet you in the common room later?” Lily asked as she looked at you. “Yeah that’s fine, I’ll see you later Lils.”

You watched her leave before beginning to head out of the classroom. You had made it a couple of steps away when the voice of the boy who had been messing with you all day called after you.

“Hey doll face, wait up!” You could practically hear the smirk, but even so decided to slow down so he could catch up. “What do you want now, Black?” “Jus’ wanted to walk with you, is that a crime?” He asked. “No, but with you there’s always an ulterior move, so what is it?” “Maybe I just like being with you.”

Sirius’ hands brushed against yours as you walked, making tingles shoot up your arm. You ignored them - it was an accident, right?

The second time it happened you had a feeling he was doing it on purpose, but before you could say anything to him, you felt him intertwine your fingers together slowly, so you were now holding hands as you walked back to your common room. Your heart was racing, even from something so simple, and you daren’t turn to look directly at him. However, from the corner of your eye, you could see him smiling to himself.

As the door to your common room came into view, you couldn’t help the sinking feeling you felt at the thought of having to let go of his hands. Sirius must’ve had the same idea, because as soon as you entered the room, he sat down on one of the couches and pulled you gently down with him, keeping his fingers interlocked with yours as he rested his head in your lap silently, lifting his legs to rest them across the arm.

You stayed there for a while, one hand holding his, the other running through his hair as you hummed softly under your breath.

“You know I like you, right?” Sirius broke the silence, his voice a few octaves lower than his usual, “Cause I do. I like you a lot love.” Sirius gazed at you with adoration, a small smile playing at his lips.

“Not exactly how I thought you’d confess your feelings, but that works for me,” you said with a shrug, twirling a strand of his hair around your finger. “’S that all you gonna say?” Sirius asked gruffly and with a smirk as you toyed with his fingers. You looked down at him, still holding his hand, and gave him a grin, “You know I like you too, Black, no matter what I say.”

You leant down and brushed your lips against his, treasuring the first few moments of your first kiss together like it was gold. You stayed in the same position for a while, silently challenging each other to see who would cave first, when you felt his breath against your lip as he murmured, “Oh fuck it,” before he pushed his lips against yours. One of his hands rested at the back of your head, keeping you close to him as he sat up, so you were leaning against the back of the couch, his body pressing against yours as your own hand fell from his hair and instead gripped his shirt.

He trailed kisses away from your mouth and across your jawline, moving down towards your neck as you tilted your head away to give him better access. He gently nipped at the skin, making you hum out in appreciation, before he started making his way back to your lips, kissing you again.

When he finally pulled away, he stared at you with a strange look in his eye, seeming very pleased with himself. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You whispered so quietly that if you weren’t the only ones in the room, he wouldn’t have heard.

“Jus’ can’t believe I’m kissing you. I mean, you’re gorgeous. I think I may be in love with you,” Sirius whispered back, almost as quiet. “Well then,” you said as you gave him another kiss, “It’s a good job I’m in love with you too, isn’t it?”

He gave you a grin and dropped back down into your lap again, returning to your original position, small smiles etched onto both of your faces.

“Hey Y/n?” “Yes Sirius?” He looked at up you with a cheeky smile and mischievous glint in his eye, “About my note…”

[omg-imatotalmess]

hi can i get a marauders && golden trio era ship? i'm 5'2ish,, pretty pale. i'm pretty chubby and stuff. i have naturally dirty blonde hair but i dyed my hair blue recently with brown eyes. i'm a hufflepuff lel and this badger takes no shit. i'm a comic book nerdy person,, mostly just marvel & dc. yeah idk what else to put,, so yeah. thank you!

I ship you with…

Golden Trio- Neville Longbottom 

This lil’ bean would think that you are the most wonderful thing that life has ever presented him. Like, he’d think that life sent you to him as a god damn apology for everything that’s ever happened to him. There are so many reasons he would think this though; the first being that he thinks you’re gorgeous. He would love your hair, especially since you dyed it blue. He’d think it made you stand out in a way that he never could. Neville would also be so fucking down with your squish because it just makes you so soft. Since he has a little squish of his own, you two would spend hours upon hours cuddling in the common room and it would just be so comfortable. If you ever felt bad about your weight, he would remind you that the bigger you were, the more puppies you could fit on your body. 

Oh boy, Neville would love that you don’t take anyone’s shit. I mean, he takes everyone’s shit, so the fact that you don’t is just great to him. Like, Malfoy would say something to him and you’d just be all “stfu bitch” and Neville would be 10x more in love than he was before. Holy shit would this boy be so down with your nerdy side. You’d introduce him to your superhero stuff and he’d be hooked. You two would spend your days by the lake reading comic books and just nerding out. 10/10 everyone would be jealous of your relationship because it’s just so pure and lovely. 

Marauders- Sirius Black 

Oh shit dude. Sirius would just eat you up. Like, a soft lil’ cutie with bright blue hair, big brown eyes, and a take no shit attitude? Sign him up. He’d probably walk up to you in the Great Hall, trying to be all smooth ‘n shit, and end up coming off like a total dick. He’d be trying to compliment your hair, but things would just go terribly wrong and you would just be like “bitch bye”. Eventually, he’d make up for it and ask you out.

The two of you together would be, like, super cute??? I mean, you would look like the sweetest little puff ball next to him while he looked like your big, tough, bad ass boyfriend. Sirius would also eat that up. He’d also spend as much time as possible just holding you and snuggling into you because you’re so warm. When he found out that you liked comics, oh boy, you’d be loaded with them. He’d just want to be a good boyfriend, so he’d just try to get you everything related to your “nerd culture” as he calls it. Still, he’d get you to talk about it, even if he isn’t all that into it, just because you getting excited would give him more time to just sit back and admire you while falling even deeper in love. When you were out of school he’d totally make your wedding Marvel themed. 

[jamespottervevo]

The One With The Party

St. Albus’s Series / Modern Muggle AU

This is the fourth installment of the St. Albus’s series. The series is made up of snippets and may not be posted in chronological order because I am garbage. Eventually I’ll get around to numbering them as I post more. (events directly predate “the one with the phone call,” and follow those of “the one with the new school” and “the one with the crushing.” also tagging @snapslikethis because linds once talked to me about this verse and I am desperate for attention)

tw for homophobic slur and canon compliant racism

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Lily presses a cold rag against Sev’s swollen eye, brows furrowed. He won’t tell her why he was in a fight, only that it was Potter and his gang. She doesn’t know them too well, only Remus, who she can’t possibly imagine doing this, and Peter, who is too mousy to even raise his hand in class.

He’s got a nasty scratch on his cheek and his sallow, olive skin is mottled purple around his already dark eye and so she just tries to get some of the swelling to go down, apologizing each time she presses the rag too hard and feels him flinch.

She wants to believe Sev, in nearly the year they’ve been friends, he’s not lied to her, not that she knows of, at least. But she’s still having trouble wrapping her head around his flimsy story. At least until she sees the four boys the next day.

Potter’s sporting a black eye to mirror Sev’s, and his nose is swollen as if it were punched, hard. Remus’s lower lip looks swollen and she sees a bruise peeking out from under his collar. Pettigrew seems to have escaped with the least amount of injuries, only a small bruise on his temple, but Black is another story. A black eye, a cut lip, and marks ringing his neck that look all too much like fingers. Sev couldn’t have possibly done all that…

And maybe she could have let herself believe his story, but she sees a few boys from Stevens, Sev’s house, all a year older, bearing similar marks of a scuffle. And when all nine boys are called down to McGonagall’s office, she tries to ignore the sinking feeling in her chest.

As soon as Lily sinks down at the table, setting down her tray, Mary’s off like a shot. Elbows on the table, head tipped forward, hair tucked behind her ears. The gossip pose. “So, have you heard about what happened?” She asks, conspiratorial. Dorcas slides in next to Lily and quirks a brow.

“Gossip? This early in the afternoon?”

Mary flicks a pea at her from across the table. “Come on, don’t tell me you don’t know what happened. A bunch of blokes from Stevens got into it with James’s lot out behind the building yesterday.” Dorcas’s eyes widen and Mary nods and Lily scowls, stabbing violently at her chicken breast.

“Sev told me about it yesterday,” she begins, though as soon as his name passes her lips her mates faces’ darken, “said that Potter’s groupies ganged up on him.” She knows, of course she knows, that it sounds like a lie. And maybe it is. But Sev isn’t a bad person. He wouldn’t lie to her, would he? After all, she’s seen the way Potter acts.

Dorcas frowns, leaning back. “Lils, sweetheart.” She reaches out to pat her arm, as if offering her condolences. But they don’t know Sev. He’s not a bad person.

Mary’s already steamrolling forward, eyes lit up. “I heard it was about the convocation. Black’s got a brother, you know. He goes to Riddle, least he did. Maybe he’ll get pulled out and sent here after what happened.”

Dorcas shifts on the bench, cocking her head to the side, her hand still on Lily’s arm. “Black’s got a brother? Wonder why they went to separate schools. Sirius and I aren’t, like, friends, but friendly enough to know he’s got a brother,” she says, her lips pursing as Mary continues to nod, bobble headed and eager.

The conversation grates at Lily, all but in one ear and out the other. She loves her girls, really, she does, but sitting there, listening to them go on and on about the fight and Sirius’s brother- Reggie or something awful- it’s a reminder of Sev and the fact that he… well, she isn’t quite sure what he had done, but he had done something. Lied, maybe. Gotten into a fight, definitely.

She doesn’t want to dwell on it much at all.

“I’ve got to go. Slughorn asked if I’d grade a few papers for him and I-” Lily falters, just for a moment, Dorcas and Mary looking up at her, matching frowns working onto their faces.

“Lils, don’t go. We believe you believe that Snape isn’t lying-” Mary begins.

"No, it’s cool, really it’s cool, I just have to go,’ she says, fumbling over her words as she quickly stands, sliding her bag back up onto her shoulder, hands gripping the plastic of the lunch tray. Hard. “I’ll see you guys later. I’m fine, really. Everything’s fine.”

It would be great, Lily thinks, if I believed what I said. But recently, Sev’s been so distant. It isn’t like they were ever chatty. That’s not the type of friends they were. The type of friends they are. She isn’t really sure, anymore.

He’s been spending so much time with Mulciber’s crew, ditching their afterschool study sessions to work on assignments with Avery and Rosier. Or at least, that’s what he’s been telling her. Lily isn’t sure what she should be bothered to believe anymore.

She tucks her hair back behind her ear as she walks, the missing eight inches still a shock. But, a good shock, Lily’s decided. A good sort of change. Her flats clack against the ground as she makes her way towards Stevens. She really does have papers to grade for Slughorn. (She’d just been hoping to put them off until he delegated them off to another member of the Slug Club.)

She’s halfway across the courtyard when she hears the it, the shuffling and scuffling and huffy breathing before the shout of her name. “Evans!” She doesn’t have to turn to know its Potter.

Lily doesn’t quite stop walking, but, she’ll admit that she slows down, just a bit, as a rather sweaty looking Potter appears at her side. His tie is undone, his shirt partway unbuttoned, and there are what look like grass stains on his elbows. All of this comes in second to the massive bruise blooming just under his eye, his glasses bent around his very angry looking nose.

“Potter,” is all she says.

He pushes a hand up through his hair, takes a gulping breath. “Look, I know that you probably think that I went out of my way to attack Sni- Snape. That I went out of my way to attack Snape, but I promise I-” Lily holds up her hand.

“I don’t care, Potter. Please, just leave me alone.” It’s a lie, a dirty, blatant, lie. And she knows it, and maybe she isn’t exactly fond of the way that Potter looks like a kicked puppy as she speaks, but she’s seen him tearing down Severus enough to know a lie when she hears one.

“Right, yeah. Uh, sorry, then,” Potter mumbles, eyes falling down to the ground as he falls out of step with her until he’s just standing there in the courtyard. She pretends not to feel his eyes on her until she disappears into Stevens.

             -

           If she was a worse friend, she would have just said “no” when Mary showed up on her doorstep, waggling her eyebrows and announcing that they would be going out. But, Lily flinches as Mary plucks out an apparently stubborn hair from between her eyebrows, she’s not a bad enough friend.

“I know what you’re thinking already, Lils, but this will be fun, I promise,” Mary murmurs, her brow knit in concentration as she continued to pluck at her brows, all but sitting in her lap to do so. It would be much easier to believe her, Lily decides, if she wasn’t currently yanking out her hair. “Cardoc throws, like, the best parties. And I know you’ve been all messed up about what went on with Snape lately and this has to help.”

Mary isn’t really the sort of girl anyone says “no” to, and so, Lily rolls her eyes and gently pushes her off her lap. “I’m fine, Mary. But,” she pauses and offers a slight smile, moving over to her closet, “a party does sound like fun.” She tugs open her closet and fights back the unwelcome thought of Petunia. She would have loved to help her get ready, back then. Before. And it still stings to think about.

So, Lily tugs down a tank top and holds it up appraisingly, looking over at Mary with a quirked brow. Mary- who has sprawled out across her bed in a far too easy manner- nods, her fingers steepled in front of her face. “Yeah, definitely. Show off those sexy shoulders is what I always say.” Which, Lily knows for a fact, Mary has never once said. “Pair it with those cute flats, the ones with the laces.”

The next two hours pass like this, with Lily holding up tops or jeans or skirts or jewelry or shoes, and Mary trying to mix and match for the cutest possible outfit for Cardoc’s party. It’s fun, having Mary there. It’s been… too long, Lily thinks, since she’s had this sort of fun. She can’t even remember the last time she’d been to a party.

But as Mary pulls into an empty bit of space around the curb in a glaringly posh neighborhood, Lily’s painfully aware that she’s never been to a party like this.

She doesn’t recognize half the people stumbling up the sloped lawn, can’t name half the models of cars that are wrapping around the street, but at least she can halfway hum along to the song pouring from the open windows of the house.

This.

This is what being a teenager is supposed to be.

“Dorcas said she’d be here, but god only knows where. I haven’t been here in ages, I forgot how fucking massive Cardoc’s place is.” Mary is yelling over the thumping of the bass while their shoes slip against the damp grass of the Dearborns’ overly manicured lawn. The door to the bloody mansion is wide open and inside, Lily can see her classmates dancing. Or grinding rather. Like the queen that she is, Mary pushes inside, her hand slipping into Lily’s, her long legs clearing a path.

“Oi, Mac wasn’t sure if you’d make it!” “Mary! I fucking love that top, where did you get it?”  “Lily, ohmygosh, I’ve, like, never seen you at a party before, you look so cute-”

She can’t hear anything really, not over all the voices, or the music, or the sounds of bottles clinking. Lily is certain that someone had been trying to talk to her, but by the time she’d managed to glance around, Mary’s already dragging her through the crowded foyer.

It’s not the first time she’s been in a nice house before. Mary’s house is nice, with its high ceilings and white tile, and vaguely geometric looking furniture. But Cardoc’s house is some strange combination of old money, midlife crisis, and way too much mahogany. She should feel small and out of place and poor, but- Lily steps quickly to the side to avoid being tripped over by Benjy something-or-other- it’s rather hard to feel out of place when everyone is on such an equal playing field.

The lights in the living room are dimmed and she can just barely see all the furniture pushed up against the walls under the shoddily hung blacklight and strobes. Lily can see a bit of light pouring out from a room just off all the madness- a kitchen or dining room, she’s guessing, where it looks like a group are playing some sort of drinking game.

The entire house reeks of expensive cologne, expensive alcohol, expensive weed. Mary leans in close to her, lips almost brushing against her ear as she all but shouts. “Would’ya mind if I went to find Becks? I’ve been meaning to talk to her for like, the past month, about what she saw going down in Hufton the other day,” she yells. Though, at least she has the decency to look rather apologetic. “I can wait though, until we find Dorcas, I don’t want to leave you alone or anything-”

“It’s cool, Mar. I want to look around anyway,” Lily says, well, shouts, waving her hand. Mary bites her lip and watches her for a moment, before Lily rolls her eyes and gives her a gentle shove so she can go find someone named Becks, apparently. Whoever the hell that is.

“You’re a peach,” Mary pauses as she smacks a lipgloss sticky kiss to her cheek, “keep your phone on you, I’ll text every half hour,” she adds, before quickly disappearing into the mess of people, looking right at home in the throng of writhing hormones.

And then, she’s alone, standing just at the edge of the dancing. She takes a breath before slipping into the crowd herself, rolling her hips along with the music. She isn’t sure when she starts singing along, shouting the lyrics as a very pretty girl she doesn’t quite recognize starts to dance with her.

It’s fun, and exhilarating, and freeing, and Lily’s laughing, and jumping and waving her arms to music she’s blasted on the radio. This is what she’s missed. For the time, it’s easy to forget about Sev and Petunia and the way Potter looked when she’d walked away and her dad and who her mum was becoming and grades and everything bad.

It’s every terrible teen movie wrapped up into an indistinguishable amount of time. When she finally breaks free from the crowd, squeezing her way toward the kitchen to try and find something to drink, her phone vibrates in her back pocket. A text from Mary. Rather, a lot of texts from Mary.

lil my car got fucking towed holy shit what do i do

come find me i gotta go like, bail my car out of car jail

did u see the fuckin hydrant bc i didnt see a hydrant

lily lily lily lily where tf are u

Shit. Lily pushes past a couple making out and slips into an empty hallway, pressing the “dial” button by Mary’s name.

“Lily, where are you? I am so sorry, I feel like we just got here and now I have to bail and I feel, like, so terrible-” Mary is rambling, her words coming out almost too quickly to comprehend.

“Mary, it’s okay, really. Just go get your car-”

“Are you sure? Like, I cannot leave you alone here. I am not a terrible friend-”

“You aren’t a terrible friend. I can catch a ride with Dorcas, okay? Really-”

“You gotta text me when you get home, okay? I am so, so sorry but-” Wherever Mary is, Lily can’t hear what she’s saying anymore, and so after a bit more warbled yelling, she hangs up, slips her phone back into her pocket.

She leans up against the wall of the hallway, just off from the kitchen, she thinks. The music is still thumping through the walls, but there aren’t any strobe lights or any people, and so Lily takes a moment to catch her breath, pushing a hand through her hair, shaking it off the back of her sweat slick neck. A part of her wishes she’d put on a headband before she’d left the house, but according to Mary, it hadn’t fit the “aesthetic.”

Lily pushes herself off the wall, rolls her shoulders, and sets herself to go and find Dorcas- she doubts she’d be able to hear her phone in that mess out there- but-

“Lily?” Her stomach drops. Because why would he be here? He doesn’t even know Cardoc- well, not that she really knows Cardoc much either, just, the idea of Sev, there, at a party thrown by the type of person he said he hates. She turns, just slightly, hoping that she imagined it, imagined his voice. She hadn’t.

Because Sev is standing there in the hallway, a glassy sort of look to him in a pair of ill-fitting jeans and a worn-out t-shirt with a stain near the hem. It’s strange, to see him out of his uniform. She hadn’t even thought he owned anything casual. She can still see his black eye, even in the dark.

“What are you doing here?” He takes a few steps closer to her, and as mad as she is at him, it’s stupidly comforting to have someone else there with her, someone she knows.

“I came with Mary. I’m allowed to have fun, Severus,” she says, a bit pointedly. His eyes aren’t quite focused and it’s apparent he’s been doing something. She can smell whatever it is he’s been drinking on his breath.

“You don’t like parties,” he says. It annoys her, for some reason, that he says that, that he says it like that. She folds her arms over her chest, frowns, just slightly.

“I do, actually. You don’t like parties. I never went to anything because you never wanted to go.” He’d always found some way to get out of everything like this, out of everything that reeked of money and their richer classmates.

“Came with Avery and Mulciber. I’m having fun, too. This is fun.” His words are strung together in a way that doesn’t come naturally. He’s close enough that Lily can see how glossed over his eyes are. Of course he’s here with them, his new friends.

“Why are you hanging out with them? They aren’t good people, Sev, you know that. I know you know that. They're racists, you know.” She doesn’t know why she says it, especially why she says it there, in Cardoc’s hallway during a rager, but.

He laughs at her and it sounds sick. It’s wet and heavy and drunk, his palm hitting the wall too close to her head as he tries to support himself and she hates that she flinches. He should have hated that, that he’d made her flinch. It doesn’t look like he notices.

“What do you know? You don’t know them, Lil, they're fun. They like me. They don’t take any shit from dirty fuckers like Potter. We don’t need his kind here. Not him, or… or fucking fags like Black or all those fuckin’ immigrants,” he slurs, gesturing with one hand. Lily hardens.

“No, don’t you say anything like that. You’re not like this. You’re just…you’re drunk and saying what they’ve been telling you and-”

“He likes you, fucking Potter, always fucking staring at you. Thinks he’s so much better than everybody else ‘spite being one of those.”

“Severus,” Lily snaps, her palms damp with sweat, shaking. No, no, no. She thinks about what Potter had said to her- tried to say to her, earlier in the courtyard. “I’ve defended you to him. You aren’t like this. This isn’t you. I’ve stood up for you.” Even she knows how desperate she sounds. How pathetic she sounds.

“I don’t fucking need that, not from some immigrant cunt-”

And it’s like shattering glass. “Goodbye, Sev- Snivellus.” She uses the name like a slap, hoping it hides the quiver in her lip because he is supposed to be her best friend. He’s had lunch with her, with her Polish mum, in their house. He’s supposed to have been her best friend.

“Lily, no, wait, I didn’t-” Snape stumbles toward her and over his words as she pushes him away, his hand on his shoulder, tugging and tearing at the strap of her top. It snaps as she pushes him again.

“Leave me alone. I never want to fucking speak to you again.” And she’s pushing him again and moving faster than she thought she could down the hall. Someone presses a full, sloshing, cup into her hand and she drinks it, quick and thoughtless and stupid. She can hear him behind her still, trying to catch up, yelling her name.

not from some immigrant cunt-

not from some immigrant cunt-

not from some immigrant cunt-

There’s another cup in her hand and she doesn’t know who put it there. Most of it spills down the front of her ruined blouse.

She isn’t sure exactly when she started crying, but her head is swimming and she can’t breathe, and it feels like the world is getting too close too quickly by the time she breaks out into the open night air.

Lily doesn’t look, not as she clumsily unlocks her phone, not as she scrolls, not as she hits call.

“Potter,” she hiccups, “ca-can you come get me?”

[lost-inmyownlittleworld-blog]

Wolfstar AU~ The Teddy Bear

So I was inspired by @asktheboywholived to write a thing. This is that thing. I like it, I think its cute. Its kinda fluffy, but that’s what I like. It follows on from a lot of TT’s threads and sort of takes little bits of inspo from each of them (I hope you don't mind). 

So yeah, heres a ‘lil Wolfstar AU, with some snarky Sirius, some innocent Remus and them both being cute af. 

If you have any questions, comments or criticisms, feel free to let me know, I’m always trying to improve. 

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 This summer had been hard. Without Sirius or James (or Peter for that matter) his transformations had been getting harder-more painful. They had all tried to stay in touch, but sending letters becomes difficult when your Dad doesn’t think you should have any outside contact. Remus was glad to be back at the place that was more of a home for him than anywhere. He’d missed it’s cold, stone walls, it’s looming archways, it’s familiar smell. He’d missed the professors, his friends. He’d missed… 

 Sirius’ room was beside Remus’. It gave him comfort to know that Padfoot was never too far away. He had just settled in after a long day of meeting up with with the other marauders and LOTS of unpacking, when he realised there was something missing. 'No. There can’t be. I checked my trunk twice before I left’. He thought long and hard about what he could have forgotten but eventually decided it was nothing, he was probably just tired. 

 After an hour of tossing, turning and getting no sleep at all, Remus decided something was definitely wrong. Of course, he knew what was wrong, he was just too afraid to admit it. He lay there for awhile, staring at the ceiling, trying to muster the courage to actually get up. He bit his lip ‘fuck it’ and rolled out of bed. 

 He tried, unsuccessfully, to quietly close the door behind him. Sirius’ room was almost identical, in size and style, to his own-but darker. The floor was already entirely covered in clothes, band posters plastered the walls and there was a row of perfectly lined up collars on the bedside table. ‘Collars? For fucks sake Pads’ Remus rolled his eyes, but smiled. He stepped closer to the bed and there was Sirius, fast asleep, dark hair falling across his face, his muscular arms wrapped around… A teddy bear? 

 ‘What?’ “Pads.” he whispered. Nothing. “Padfoot” louder this time as he gently shook Sirius’ arm. 

 Sirius groaned as his eyes slowly flickered open, squinting slightly to better see who woke him. He smiled lazily as Remus’ features became clearer in the darkness. Eyes widening as he slowly realised that, yes, that was Remus and, yes, he was staring right as his teddy bear. Shifting his gaze from Remus to the bear, then back to Remus he groaned. 

 “Shit” his voice became muffled as he buried his head into his teddy. 

 “What’s that?” Remus spoke clearly, his face the epitome of disbelief.

 “What does it look like Rem? It’s a teddy bear.” his voice still muffled from the caramel brown fur.

 “But, Why?”

 Pulling himself out from behind the bear and slowly propping himself up on his elbow to better look at Remus. “Well every puppy has a favourite toy,”

 “You’re not a puppy,” clearly unimpressed.

 Sirius responded confidently, his voiced laced with sarcasm, his lips slowly curling up into a smirk “You don’t know that,” 

 Remus sighed, rolling his eyes. ‘Fuck you Sirius Black’ “You’re avoiding the question, why do you have a teddy bear?”

 Becoming visibly uncomfortable, Sirius found it hard to look at him directly as he said “You’re not the only who get’s nightmares. He keeps me company,”

 “Does James know?”

 “Yes… and he's still not tired of teasing me.”

 “Right, how come I’ve never seen ‘him’ before?”

 Sirius went on to explain how he is usually awake whenever Remus comes in after a nightmare and has already hid the teddy bear to avoid anything unusual that might make Remus feel uncomfortable. “You scream pretty loud when you have nightmares Rem,” 

 “W-what?” 'shitshitshit' He began to shift from one foot to the other, subconsciously fidgeting with his pyjama top. 

 “I’ve never wanted to hurt your feelings so I’ve always just…” He paused, trying to figure out some way of making this easier, “Um, pretended to be asleep,”

 “Am I really that loud?” Remus mumbled nervously. 

 Realising his mistake “Ugh no, um… I-it’s only ever me that hears, the others sleep like fucking logs. Never hear a thing,” He smiled weakly. “Which reminds me, what’s different tonight huh?” Cocking his head as he raised an eyebrow. “You definitely didn’t have a nightmare, I would have heard” 

 Becoming slowly flustered, realising that he’d have to tell him now. ‘I missed you’ “I… Um,” 

 “Yeah?” Sirius smirked. 

 “I… Err…” ‘just say something you prat’ “I m-missed um…” 

 Revelling in how easily he could make this kid flustered, he bit his lip, “You missed what?”

 ‘Fuck you Black’ “I missed the smell of dog. Ya’happy?” 

 “Flattered. And I don’t appreciate the sass Lupin,” 

“Shut up,” He turned towards the door, but Sirius grabbed his wrist.

 “Wait!” He slowly pulled his hand away, staring at the empty space, in bed, next to him, “D… do you wanna get in?” he asked hopefully.

 Remus’ eyes moved from Sirius’ face to the empty bed space, and back to sirius, as he slowly nodded. Sirius smiled warmly and shifted slightly, moving the teddy bear out of the way, to give him more room. They both settled, naturally facing each other, silently staring for a moment. 

 “Sooooo, you missed me huh?” Sirius spoke finally, smirking at Remus in the darkness, illuminated only by the dozen or so candles that were dotted around the room. 

 Remus, used to receiving snarky comments as such (from James just as much as Sirius) remained calm as he spoke, “No, I said I missed the smell of dog”

 “You’re just saying that,”

 “Nope.”

 “Yeah you are,” 

 “Fuck you.” 

 “Please do.” Remus stared at him with wide eyes as he winked. 

 Getting flustered again, he was able to muster the courage to say “I never said I missed you,” desperately trying to cover up his flushed cheeks and giddy smile. 

 “Seriously?” Noting the lack of change in expression, he continued, “Alright I’m interested now, how is it that my sexy wolf musk is more prominent to you than my luscious mane of hair or my ruggedly handsome looks?” He ran a hand through his hair, for effect. But his best efforts at being sexy were only met with snorts of laughter from Remus. “Rude.” He turned away from him, shoving his bear behind him to better make a point. 

 “Oh very mature Pads, you’re just gunna leave me here with Mister Teds?”

 “His name is Prince Teddington The Third.” 

 “The third?”

 “I may have accidentally malled his two predecessors” This remark was met with another fit of laughter from Lupin. “I’m glad I amuse you,”

 “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh Pads, come on”

“Fine.” he turned over, moving his highness out of the way again. “You’ve got a new one,” he commented, totally nonchalant. 

“What?”

 “Scar,” Remus’ eyes widened as he scrambled to hide a glistening scar on his chest. “Rem it’s fine, scars are badass,”

 Remus sighed “'Chicks dig scars’ yeah, I know.” 

 Realising that he’d hit a nerve, he pulled back. And calmly whispered “Do you wanna talk about it?” Remus considered this for a moment, but then firmly shook his head. “That’s okay, we don’t have to talk,” They lay in silence for awhile, neither one brave enough to speak first. 

 ‘Oh for Christ's sake just say something!’ “Um, how was your summer?” 

“Alright, the Potters are great, I just…” Sirius paused, thinking back to the past weeks he’d spent with James and his family, he could never bring himself to actually go back home. “I never want to intrude too much. They’re James’ family, not mine.” 

 “But you’re like a brother to him,”

 “Yeah, I guess… What about you?” 

 “It...” Remus thought back to all the full moons, all the transformations that had brought him so much pain, all that time spent away from his friends. “It was hard.”

 Sirius could see Lupins face drop and he hated it. Hated seeing the pain that Remus had been put through his whole life. Hated seeing his friend doubt himself because of something he could not control. 

 But he could do nothing. So he smiled weakly and turned over again, but this time pulled himself as close to Remus as he could. He felt a strong arm wrap around him and a face bury itself into his neck, and he smiled. 

 “I missed you too Rem,”